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casitafallz · 1 year
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Decay AU | Plans and Revelations 
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Isabela sat between Fran and Mateo, content to gently sipping her Chocolate Santafereño with a pleasantness in the air. Not much needed to be done.. or nothing proper now Fran had done her part with the bacteria and rocks. Not that they worked on it constantly, it was still a good place to hang out on with the duo.
Was she still a little embarrassed Fran had gone into such a private topic, yes. But she knew it was all from a place of care as Fran had said that bit herself. It felt nice. Good someone wanted that for her. Not telling her off for having premarital sex but… making sure she was safe and good with it.
No judgement… and no doubt fast at setting a boundary which Isabela understood well.
Mateo was a little pink-cheeked and Isabela had already heard Fran give him a less intense talk as well but the premise was the same.
“How long until the bench is made?”
“Another two weeks. Pa’s approved the bench and is helping me but I’ve asked to deliver it personally but… he is expecting a sum for it.”
Fran shrugged. “I know, don’t worry.” She patted his arm. “It’s worth it.”
Isabela let the two mull for a second though she couldn’t help but reflect back a little to last night, her heart tugging a little but she tried not to focus on her absence in the family but…what she had seen past the crowd. Antonio’s room…
“Should I grow a huge tree in my room?”
“What?” Fran blinked “You already told me you have trees.”
“No, I mean like this big…big trunked tree. I could have a private space in the canopy or… have it somewhat hallow so it’s…still private but more space for myself?”
“Antonio’s new room’s main feature is a tree.” Mateo filled in. “It’s massive, lots of hammocks, places for his animals, a waterfall and slide even.”
“Do it.” Fran encouraged, “Make it bigger and better than that ungrateful sucker’s tree. You know what, add a treehouse and make it gorgeous. Keep your potato abominations in there as well to keep them from wandering out your house and killing us in our sleep.”
Isabela snorted, finishing her drink with a smile. More amused at the passive aggressiveness of Fran’s encouragement.
“They’re potatoes, Fran.” Mateo pointed out dryly.
“I’m still working on dressing them. I’ve given up on sewing; I don’t need any more acupuncture.” Her finger twinged a little at the reminder.
“Aww,” Fran looked joyous at her inabilities.
“Why don’t you mould your leaf designs into a ruana shape?” Mateo offered up. “Use little vines to bind them on like rope?”
Isabela hummed softly, “I suppose. I really should experiment more. You know, I can grow enlarge thorns now.”
“Cool, now you can stab people who you don’t like and get rid of the evidence.” Fran’s encouragement again took a little of a darker tune though the wink stopped her from being too worried, it was all in good humour.
Mateo drained his cup and rose to his feet, “I should go, my Pa needs my help soon and I don’t want to miss lunch.”
Isabela nodded softly in acknowledgement.
“I can’t make it here tomorrow,” Fran spoke up, sparing a look between them. “Now, two you better talk by the next time I see you on what you two will have don’t have going.”
“Si, Señora.” Mateo gave a mocking salute as he padded away, narrowingly avoiding a thrown mud ball from Fran though he darted off with a low chuckle at the antics.
Isabela smiled softly, “Let’s play nice, Fran.”
Fran just blew a raspberry. “Let me have my fun.”
“Shall we get back to it?
 -
It was a shame to return back to Casita for dinner and she contemplated ways to avoid family dinners as well; just go home to sleep. But… she doubted Abuela would accept that without a good reason given she had been taking her lunch with her. Another meal out would certainly be pushing it… Maybe she should ask?
Fortunately, she didn’t need to worry as people carried on with their conversation around her and Antonio and his animals looked so at home around him, his parents looking at him with pride as he conversed with his new friends.
It wasn’t until she helped with clearing up that someone decided to talk to her.
“You’re very quiet.” Agustín spoke, “Are you feeling okay?”
Isabela nodded automatically. “It’s just….been a long day, Pa.” She gave him a small smile “At least Abuela’s pleased.” She gently dried the plate and placed it onto the stack, reaching for another.
“Did you enjoy the party last night?”
Isabela could sense her father was trying to uphold a conversation at least but it tugged at her heart just a little; did he really not notice? Had he forgotten already? “It sounded like it was a good one.”
“Sounded?” He paused in his washing up. “What do you mean?”
Isa looked at him, her brow dented in a soft quizzical expression as she set the last plate onto the stack and slowly picked it up, “Pa… I’m not allowed in anyone’s room. You know this.” Her shoulders rose and dropped with a casual shrug, to look like it didn’t matter and went to set the plates back onto the shelves in the dining room, leaving him alone in the kitchen behind her.
 -
Agustín hadn’t expected the answer she had given before she had walked off. By all accounts, the family had been celebrating Antonio’s room until late-night and Antonio had fallen asleep in one of his new hammocks with his animals to be his blankets. Parce, as the jaguar was so called, had been his main protector in his sleep as well.
Agustín was sure he had seen her there at some point? Luisa was there for sure, Camilo was a certain given he had horded the snacks. Mirabel had been…somewhat distant but the few kids had kept her occupied and happy.
Racking his brain further, he did remember seeing her about… but it had been walking up to Antonio’s room once it had formed. He…hadn’t seen her since. In fact, he had been fairly busy helping Julieta with distributing snacks and pulling her into a dance before he took her to their room to make her ‘sing’ into their pillows.
Agustín sighed heavily, dropping the bowl back into the water and reached for a new cloth to dry his hands, Isabela not even turning as she set the plates up onto the cabinet display. No wonder she was so down, she hadn’t been part of the party.
Left out.
He could only imagine how that must have felt like…
Agustín let his feet guide him out, abandoning the washing up—they were almost done anyway—and headed up to find his wife. Pepa was cuddled with Felix reading by the steps, simply nodding to Felix in passing and went up to his shared room.
Julieta often would go back to her room for minor food prep in her personal kitchen if he or Felix didn’t persuade her to let them do it, so it was no surprise to see her kneading fresh dough when he stepped into the deceptive large room.
“Juli,” he swept into the room, his eyes drifting to her work “for tomorrow?”
“I plan to put it in the cold-cupboard to rise slowly over night.” Julieta responded with a light curl to her lips. “It’ll be fresh for breakfast tomorrow.” She turned to him with smile that dimmed as she took in his expression, “What happened?”
Agustín shook his head, “Did you talk to your mother about allowing Isabela’s restrictions?”
Julieta’s hands paused on the dough. “No, why?”
Agustín had hoped at least maybe Julieta may have been aware but…clearly not. “Isa wasn’t able to join the party inside Antonio’s room.”
Julieta’s brow pulled in. “What?”
“Your mother must not have lifted her rules in regards to Isabela’s entry to other people’s rooms, even for such a special night.” He paraphrased, “Did you notice Isa’s mood at dinner?”
Julieta pulled her hands from the dough before opting to scoop it up and placed into the bowl and threw the rag over the top. “Let’s talk to Abuela.”
The words were relief, and Agustín followed his wife as they made way from her room by a few steps before Julieta knocked lightly. There was only a few moments before Casita opened it to command.
“Mama, I need a word.” Julieta spoke calmly entering, Agustín hovered after her though Abuela was seated at a desk, her reading glasses on and looked to have been taking notes but he didn’t try to guess. Abuela set town the pen and her glasses with a mild impatient look.
“Cannot it not wait until morning, Hija?”
“It could but I want to know why nothing was done in regards to Isa’s restriction in regards to Antonio’s room. It didn’t occur to me just now that Isa’s sour mood was relevant to the fact she wasn’t part of the party in Antonio’s room.”
“It’s nothing personal,” Abuela spoke, rising to her feet. “Isabela did ask about that as well earlier in the afternoon yesterday but—“ her tone hardened “It was necessary.”
“Necessary? Leaving my daughter out of a big, family event?” Julieta pressed.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Yes, it is.” Agustín interjected, “leaving her out of a family celebration will make her feel bad or worse; that she’s not part of it. Regular days, I understand but occasions like this?” He fixed her with a hard look, “She has just as much right to be there.”
Abuela remained unphased, her lips pursing a fractions before she sighed softly. “I know this is hard for you and it wasn’t an easy decision. This is the first time since Mira’s Quinceañera that we’ve has so many people come to our home to celebrate. It maybe have been a month since Camilo’s slipup but do you think that people would be forgetful of isabela’s actions?”
“They know she’s being punished.”
“They still have to know that as well by seeing it. If they don’t see her repent, then they may try and do it themselves.”
“It’s been two months,” Agustín pointed out, “It’s nothing to do with them.”
“Irrelevant. Attempted murder is not often forgotten, Agustín. We don’t have that sort of crime in Encanto. People have the right to be on edge about that and it was for the best that Isabela’s restrictions remained. She is safe and they are safe. Yes, she’s a little upset but she’ll get over it soon enough.”
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ethrinityskullz · 2 months
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Hey friendly reminder that if you're an anti or post/encourage people to be rude, aggressive, or outright hostile to others over fictional content then you need to block my ass immediately. We don't do that shit here. Call this a cleansing of the pool; i will actively consume any content i find interesting or funny engage with that doesn't harm others. This includes, but is not limited to,
Fontcest
Twincest (be that apple twins or otherwise)
Yandere au
Abusive relationship dynamics
Fucked up relationship dynamics
Media people like to call "inherently bad"
Noncon
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Hazbin/Helluva
And many many more
If that bothers you, there's the door! You are welcome to leave anytime. I wont put up with people making fallout posts or sending asks or leaving replies/comments that boil down to "i don't think this person is good so you shouldn't either"
Im a grown up. I can decide that shit myself. And ive decided fiction is fiction, and what bothers you can be put on a block list or you can stop following the people who post it. Im not giving up my delicious content because some fictional character dynamics make you uncomfortable. It is YOUR job to accrue your own experience and interactions on this site and any others; not mine.
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multiple-authors · 10 months
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(10 July 2023)
Feeling good this morning. Really making an effort to help myself. I must be crazy to be so focussed on sorting out myself with a routine. I just want to help myself. It’s the first time in a while that I’m not leaning into being a victim, finding comfort in self-pity. I don’t expect anything and accept things as they are, even if I am to change them, slowly but surely. Compared to where I was last year, mentally, I really have made a lot of progress. The real challenge will be to keep this up into the winter, and if I have a job or place to be really early in the morning. Today I have quite a busy day. Will go to the gym shortly, come back and get ready for the day. Prep for the studio visit tomorrow, organise some sketches and then get painting. I have therapy at 6, a date possibly at 7.15. Then I have the pleasure of a nice evening getting ready for tomorrow. I do want to find some time today to get an overview type plan in order, even just for half an hour. I seem to like some control. Friday was a bit of flop, I remember waking up early and I got pretty distracted very fast which always sets me up for a bad day if that happens. The key is not to look properly at any social media apps until the evening, unless posting or checking messages. I’ve realised this now. I did feel pretty low about losing a day and not being very productive. Saturday and Sunday I spent working in the restaurant, but I had a really nice time. Saturday was a great team and I found myself laughing a lot, same for Sunday if I’m honest. I saw Fran on Saturday morning for a catch up at a coffee – I had a vegan pain au chocolat. It was nice to see her but it always feels so short. She wasn’t feeling well so had to dash home... Yesterday morning after the gym I videocalled Aunty Pam. So nice to talk to her. It had been so long. I am really lucky to have her. She said she did notice I hadn’t been in touch for a while but knew that that surely means I’m just getting on with my life and that – she reminded me reassuring herself – I will get in touch if I need anything. I want to make the effort to go and visit her soon. I’ll do it before I dye my eyebrows again! It was nice to share good things with her – most of which I’ve shared here. I’m still reading Dracula and desperately want to finish it. I’m really enjoying it but I do want to read something else. Need to sort out my wedding outfit! That’s a job for this evening! I have made a note. Now to start the day!
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descendantstale · 2 years
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lovely-echoo · 3 years
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Sleepy Bois Inc x FranBow!Reader
In-game AU
Part 1/? Pt.2
Plantonic!SBI x Young!Reader
(10/11 years old)
OneShot/Drabble(?)
Genderneutral reader (they/them) 💜
INFO; If you haven't played or seen game play of Fran Bow then you can skip this if you'd like. If you don't care then go ahead.
Summary; Basically if you've seen/played the game you should know how this goes, you take place of Fran. So you go/went through the same things she did and you still have Mr. Midnight. This takes place while Fran is still in the mental hospital and then got teleported near the SBI.
Honestly I kept thinking about this but was afraid to request it to anyone so I'm doing it my myself-
If I get any info wrong, I'm sorry! I rewatched Markiplier's game play so it shouldn't be way off.
P.s not everything is described the same.
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(^ art by sunquids on twt)
CW/TW: mentions/includes of cussing, gore, death, blood, consumption of medication, sexual assault (brief mentions of Damian/The King)
Fluff/Normal
(Angst if you squint)
How you ended up there - How you met Philza and Technoblade
As you were walking around the hospital, you decided to take a pill to see if it'll help.
You watched as your vision blurred and some sort of demonic noises rang in your ears.
After a few seconds your vision cleared up, you took a look around the front desk.
The once dull and lifeless room had turned into this even duller and just plain deathly like room.
Blood was everywhere, random body parts of babies where thrown around. A skeletal figure was hung with what looked like an umbilical cord wrapped around its thin bones, it was connected to this baby covered by a blue blanket.
Just about everything looked grotesque.
Suddenly the floor ahead of you opened and this slimy black tentacle like arm grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.
It seemed you may have passed out during your fall because you woke up to the sounds of hissing and supposedly two men.
Oh and let's not forget the killer headache causing the ringing in your ears. :)
You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, the light around you seemed much brighter than before.
You looked at the two men in front of you and then glanced down, you spotted Mr. Midnight!
His fur was spiked up and his ears were flat against his head. He seemed to be trying to protect you from the men.
Ignoring their presence you immediately scooped up your precious fur baby in your arms.
Your mind completely forgot about the fact there are two strange looking men in front of you.
A few droplets of water dripped down your (S/C) cheeks onto your (F/C) shirt/dress.
You started crying, so much happened in a short period of time and you found your cat you oh so desperately tried to find.
It panicked one of the adults. Said adult was an average tall man with slightly longer blond hair than average, he also had a green and white striped bucket hat. But what stuck out the most was the large pair of wings behind his back.
At first you thought that it was your pills fault but everywhere around you looked….
Normal?
It seemed like your meds wore off while you supposedly passed out.
But that doesn’t help or ease you at all. If the side effects wore off then how the hell did he have wings?!
The blond walked towards you slowly, like you were an injured puppy. His blue eyes roamed around your body, as if studying your every mouvements.
The other man who was beside him earlier seemed to tense up and looked at him as if he grew another head. He was on edge you assumed.
But he looked even weirder to you. He had long pink hair tied into a loose braid falling over his shoulder. Was it natural? He also had tusks peeking out from his bottom lip, they were large but not enough to be in the way. His skin seemed to be on the pinker side, it was roughed up with scars and calloused in certain areas. You noticed he had pig ears poking out his crown. Is he a king of sorts? Wait, that reminds you of someome... Oh! The king of course!
Ah yes, the king. You quite missed him actually, he was playful and let you use his cane- sword to get a key. But he didn't know about that part. You wonder if he's doing alright right know, the asylum sucks. And the shadow thing next to him said weird things to. Who exactly is the holy man? Why'd the shadow say he took off his clothes?
You couldn't dwell on it to much as you got distracted by the approaching man.
He reached out his hand to stop the winged male. “Phil-”
But the man named ‘Phil’ interrupted the crowned male by putting up his hand. He stopped his hand and let it limp to his side.
“It’s alright Tech, they seem harmless.” ‘Phil’ reassured, though ‘Tech’ nodded his head with a stern expression. There was still hesitance in his sharp red eyes.
‘Phil’ took the same hand he put up and reached it out to you. A soft and kind look in his eyes, you could’ve gotten lost in them if you weren’t careful.
“You alright there kid?” He asked, crouching down to meet your height from where you sat.
“Y-yeah, I think so…” You winced, your throat was hoarse and dry. You peered at ‘Phil’ as he took out this glass bottle with what you assumed was water.
He handed you the fragile bottle, he saw the look of hesitance in your childlike eyes. But something about them set off alarms in his head, they were dull. There’s nothing wrong with that of course! But they were too dull, at least for a mere kid.
He recognized a glint of trauma in your (Eye Shape) eyes, those beautiful (E/C) orbs had seen something they shouldn’t have. Haven’t they?
“Don’t worry mate, it’s fresh water.” He examined the way you handled the cork, you were inexperienced. He could tell you’ve never needed to do it, but why? It’s really the only way so far to keep water with you.
Did you not have any?
While he was lost in thought, you just had noticed he had an accent of sorts. Nothing wrong with it, you've just never heard of someone with it.
(^ Ignore that if you are british)
While the winged male was off in his own world the piglin hybrid watched as you sniffed the clear liquid in suspicion before letting your cat smell it as if you were looking for their approval.
To his surprise they did give it to you, the black cat nodded it’s head and squeaked out a meow. That strangely sounded like a yes- but he dismissed the thought. Probably was just the voices fucking with him.
You gulped down the water as if you hadn’t had any for months.
‘Why tf are they so desperate-’ ‘lowkey kinda concerned lmao’ ‘they look like they’d be an orphan tho’ ‘lmao maybe’ ‘idc about the kid, i want the cat’ ‘absolutely-’ ‘Nah fuck the cat, im allergic.’ ‘lol and?’ 'PFT ANY ASKERS???'
Those were all different voices speaking and overlapping each other.
Technoblade sighed as he glanced at his father, he knew him on the back of his hand. He let him be and slowly walked next to Phil and kneeled down.
“What’s your name kid?” he asked, taking the empty bottle you had handed him. “(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)/Bow.” You bluntly answered, looking at him in the eyes. He noticed how bloodshot they were, I mean you did cry not even 5 minutes ago.
"What's yours?" You questioned tilting your head a bit in the process.
Unbeknownst to you, some voices in a certain someone's head were losing their shit, squealing and chanting ‘protecc tiny bean’ over and over again.
"The name's Technoblade, but you can call me Techno." Strange name in your book but your not the one to judge. You simply nodded your head in acknowledgement.
"That guy is Philza, but you can call him Phil." He pointed his thumb to the unfocused man. Technoblade or Techno- cleared his throat.
“You’ve got somewhere to stay? Where are your parents?” “Why can’t you mind your business?”
Techno’s eyes twitched in annoyance and his teeth clenched to hold back any crude words.
Although he noticed the flash of pain in those dull (E/C) orbs of the mentions of your parents.
He sighed once again, something you noticed he did a lot. At least, so far he did.
“Look kid, do you have a place to stay or not?”
And that's how you ended up meeting your new family. . . <3
I may include a taglist if anyone's up to be tagged lmao
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bigskydreaming · 4 years
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About all the stuff you were talking about, do you know any fics that handle those things well? It is exhausting trying to go through the Dick Grayson tag to try and find ones that handle even one of those remotely well so any you can tell me would be wonderful.
I use my Bookmarks page as a go-to for people looking for that sorta thing. I haven’t added to it in awhlie which is like, a useful reminder for myself to rectify that.
I’m not sure off the top of my head what fics on there address these particular areas of canon or fanon issues, but they’re in there, and I don’t bookmark anything I wouldn’t reread since that’s....the only reason I bookmark stuff lol. Aka nothing that contains elements or fanon tropes/issues that would’ve pulled me out of the read on the first go-through.
Specific authors who I consistently like for their takes on all of that, hmmm....off the top of my head, @dustorange only deals in Quality Stuff and her Hierarchy of Needs for Dick’s characterization has similar enough rankings to my own personal one, that I’m always like, yes, this hit all the beats I was hoping for from this summary, I am full, I could not eat another bite. But maybe a dessert course later. I guess. If you insist.
In terms of specific takes and tropes I’ve been talking about tonight, @themessofthecentury has a fic that delves into all the Spyral aftermath in a really satisfying way. Y’ever been like, ugh can someone please write a lengthy beast of a multi-chapter that takes all of that and says ‘Lo, there is Gold in these hills” and has a range of POVs but that all consistently prioritize and center Dick in the areas and matters he should be the one prioritized? That’s the one, that’s Fault Lines, its a WIP but its alive and kicking and very much what you’re looking for to read something actually catharctic after the way all of that was handled in canon and most related fics.
Umm, lessee.... @hood-ex is all about Top Notch Tropes, especially for great scenes where Dick’s with a wide range of characters, and its like, casual slice-of-life stuff, but delivered in a way that Just Says No to fanon and even when writing Dick as light-hearted and having a good day, its like...actually in character for him and he’s not Dick Grayson, The Balloon Animal That Walks Like A Man (but is actually 70% sugary cereal). You gotta follow her on tumblr though to get all the fics, cuz she’s like me in that she writes a lot of done-in-one scenes that never get moved over to Ao3 because eh, we’ll do it tomorrow but also we’ll forget about it by tonight so no actually we won’t. And thus there’s a lot of hidden gems to be found there.
@ckbookish writes a lot of stuff set in the early Nightwing days when Jason was Robin, and from what I’ve read there’s a lot of focus on Dick and Jason bonding and also exploration of Dick’s thoughts and reactions to Bruce’s “Bruce NO” behavior of that era that’s very much in character and IMO hits all the right notes in the complicated arrangement of allowing Dick his Feels there and placing the appropriate blame where appropriate but without demonizing Bruce and over-embellishing the more than enough to work with fuck-ups canon helpfully provided for that era. 
In fact, in general I’m inclined to say the author sticks as closely to canon as possible while just....making it better by just adding the little ingredient that is ‘Actual Exploration of Dick’s Feelings and Choices As Viewed Through Empathy-Colored Glasses By Someone Who I Feel Actually HAS Met or Been A Teenager At Some Point in Their Life and Thus Is Aware They’re Not Actually Unreasonable Wild Animals Whose Behavior Even When Rational Is Actually Irrational Cuz Hormones Yeah I Know I Was Surprised Too’. So I’d say their work consistenly delivers the story and emotional beats I look for from Bruce, Dick and Jason in that era, actually humanizing all three of them without going overboard with adding flaws all willy-nilly just cuz.
The only reason its not on my bookmarks page is cuz unfortunately, the sticking close to canon means Dick joining the Bludhaven police force to try and clean it up from the inside, and like.....not a criticism or condemnation of the execution of that premise at all, like, Dick’s clear in his reasons and from what I read goes about it in a way that actually fits if Dick had criticisms of the institution as a whole and an earnest belief he can effect change to it from the inside, its just like, purely as a personal subjectivity thing, Dick Grayson and Being a Cop is like my ultimate NOTP, I see it and I reflexively hiss like a vampire who forgot the sun was a thing. Its just not for me in any execution, but if that’s not true for you then its got everything else I’d look for in fic and thus while I can’t vouch for his characterization or the dynamics in later stories, like, I’m pretty sure you’d still be in Primo Characterization territory. 
There’s stuff on my bookmarks page from an author named discowing(amelia from a fairytale) - something like that. I can’t recall their tumblr off the top of my head but I know she says it somewhere in some of her author’s notes. Anyway, her stuff runs the gamut but consistently delivers on moments I really wish we could see in canon, so def worth a read. And I know her views on the Spyral aftermath and what’s needed for actual catharsis there are right in my wheelhouse, just in general, so if that’s the barometer you’re going by, then like.....idk whatever a barometer says or does when it gets the readings its supposed to, look its late, that’s the metaphor I’m going with, just pretend it was solid.
Those are just some of the authors where I’m familiar with more than one of their works off the top of my head and tend to like their focus and narrative/character choices across the board. I don’t know the full extent of work of every author linked on my Bookmarks page, like a lot of people write a lot of fic in a lot of fandom and I see a long list of fandoms and fics all organized by date posted so its more like one DC fic per page, and my ADHD self is like hahaha what if it was naptime tho zzzz.
But yeah, that’s not nearly enough to sate my greed and want for Good Dick Grayson Takes but it should get you started. There’s some good stuff out there, that’s never been in question, its just that like you said, it can be exhausting trying to wade through fics that you can’t tell at a glance if they’d be to your liking or not because the tags are all complimentary of Dick but two chapters in you’re like wait is this the other kids’ brother or is this their nanny, I feel like I’m reading about what if Fran Drescher wore tights and fought crime with flippity-flips. Which I mean, that’s a Premise right there, alright, its just not remotely the premise I look for out of fic where I have the weird expectation that Dick should be treated and regarded more like equal family to his siblings than like, okay what if he was actually just an au pair that was mostly hired to be eye candy.
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franeridart · 6 years
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dude your recent demon & angel kiribaku art reminds me a little bit of aziraphale and crowley from good omens!! like aziraphale would be angrier as baku obvs but still i thought of it and it made me happy lol
A lot of people have mentioned that in the tags/under the post and that makes me!!! super happy!!!! Good Omens is one of my fav books and Crowley one of my fav characters, so the comment feels nice! I wasn’t specifically thinking about them when drawing it, but possibly a bit I was influenced anyway!! I wonder if what made everyone think about them was Kiri’s sunglasses? It’s not noticeable but I did give him glowing eyes too after all haha
Anon said:Have you ever thought about how op a TodoBakuDeku fusion would be? (if they could stay together that is lol!)
Never thought of it tbh, but at this point I’m pretty sure with a lot of work on Baku’s part they’d be able to stick together long enough! He wouldn’t find it comfortable but they’d def be one of the strongest three-people-fusions in the class - not the strongest, tho, since they all have the same sort of straightforward offensive power when it comes to their quirks, I think I could find three people who’d make a stronger fusion... Baku Kiri and Momo, for example, would be even more impressive imho! Since all their quirks cover a different field, and their minds/personalities mesh well enough to have the right amount of planning and instinctive reaction/self-preservation and safety of others/pride and self-doubt/lawfulness and chaotic acting and so on. Even just as a team, without counting them as a fusion, I think they’d make one of the most balanced ones! Compared to that putting Todo Deku and Baku in the same place is just a recipe for disaster more often than not haha
Anon said:no, i move slow, I wanna stop time, I'll sit here til I find the,, inspiration to draw,,,,,,
LMAO it’s a song about art block after all, I feel every word in it a whole damn lot hahaha
Anon said:Art block or no art block, I love everything you come up with 💜
AW HECK ANON you’re so sweet!!! Thank you so much!!!!! ;O;
Anon said:Mixing thei hero names? So uuuh King Riot?
We still don’t know Baku’s hero name, so anything might be, really! It’s why I didn’t outright have Kiri mention any idea, I got no clue myself where he was going with it haha it’d be cool if his hero name were Ground Zero, because it’d mix well with Red Riot imho (Red Zero or Ground Riot or Red Ground, they all sound nice!) but what if Baku’s hero name ends up just being Katsuki, after all? How do you mix that with Red Riot? (the answer is Red Victory, or Akatsu!! from akai (red) + katsu !! ngl I’ve thought about this a lot lmao) anyway so many possibilities so little known facts!
Anon said:I love the details on Kiri and Baku's skin. Great job!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!
Anon said:!!!!!!!!!! fran oh my god your zine piece is so beautiful!!!!!!!
Sob thank youuu!!!! I’m glad you liked it!!!! ;O;
Anon said:i just got my zine and the art and writing was so lovely, i loved your comic at the end. an amazing way to end the zine♡
THANK YOU!!!! I’m jelly, I still haven’t gotten mine ;O; I hope the comic was easy to read even in printed form, I’ve been worried about that for months hahaha rip at least there’s the pdf
Anon said: i’m in love with your kiri bday art!!!! with the colorless art like that, are we allowed to color it? of course no posting it, but just for fun.
If you promise not to post it, I’m cool with it! Thank you for liking it enough to want to do that!!! Seriously tho don’t post it if you do
Anon said:Can you draw more kamisero? g u d q u a l i t y s h i p ma' dude.
Maybe? Currently it really isn’t between my top priorities but who knows
Anon said:FRANNNNN!!!! Your comic for the Take My Hand zine!!!! I'm gonna cry! It's so beautiful and the boys are so perfect! Your art is so amazing, I was so thrilled to see your piece. Not to mention the detail you put in. Their hands killed me! With Bakugou's palms and Kiri's arms! Ugh, I just can't, I love it so much.
I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE HANDS it’s weird bc that one panel is probably my fav in the comic and I was so sure no one was gonna really notice it but!! So many people did!!!!! It makes me so happy oh man ;O;
Anon said:Hey coulda maybe make a traitor Kaminari comic?
Nope! No traitor arts here, sorry! SInce I don’t believe any of the theories to the point of finding them outright laughable, any art I could ever make about it would just come out looking either fake or ridiculous and no one wants to see that lmao
Anon said:your take my hand comic!!! it's so good!! thank you for doing the boys so well ;;;
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOUUUU!!!!!!!!
Anon said:I don't know if you remember, but a couple months ago I asked if it'd be okay for me to write something based on a few of your art pieces. Would that still be alright? Your art is gorgeous and makes my brain think and brings joy to me all the time ^^ would absolutely link to the art and credit you. that's not even a question :)
That still depends on which art you’re specifically talking about! And thank you so much for the compliment!!
Anon said:I don’t know if you read fan fiction, but I have one to suggest to you! It’s called, “It’s Obvious When You Lie”. Only three chapters are out so far, but it’s really good!
I’ll add it to my marked for later list then!! Thank you so much for the rec, I don’t easily try out ongoing fics so this was very nice of u!!!
Anon said:In the body switch AU Todoroki sees how fucked up Midoriya feels around Bakugou('s body?) and realizes wow fuck this guy has traumatized my bf. I wonder what I can do to fuck w/ him so the day before they switch back (So Bakugou can't do much in retaliation) he takes Bakugou's body and does the stupidest bullshit ever as revenge
HECK anon sorry but nothing like this would happen ever as long as I’m the one writing the AU! For three main reasons! One, I don’t think Deku is traumatized at all! His relationship with Baku at the moment is actually pretty damn neat and on equal footing, you go you two, growing so much!! Two, Baku and Todo are friends!!! And Todo would never be a dick to Baku instead of just talking to him, if he had a problem with him!! Three, even if one and two weren’t true, Deku has no need for knights in shining armor fighting his battles for him!! He’s a strong independent boy and if he hasn’t fought Baku over this it’s probs cause he doesn’t want anyone to fight him over it!!! Also in this specific AU Todo and Deku aren’t dating, so the scenario doesn’t work for me! Sorry!
Anon said:Have you ever thought about krbk wedding?
I have! And I’ve talked about it on here a few times too! Lately I’ve been thinking about it again tho, from a designs point of view, because!! There’s that very neat post going around tumblr about that wedding photos in which one of the two grooms has a white tux with a cape, and I’ve been thinking about a variation of it for Kirishima’s wedding suit :0 something red instead of white, but generally similar! It’s a lot of effort to draw it so I still haven’t, but yeh!!
Anon said:Hello! I read this fic about your cat comics and the author said to send you some love in their end notes so here is some well-deserved love: your art is beautiful! It's why I became interested in BakuShima and I would not have loved these characters as much if it weren't for you. You also seem to be a very nice person, your mind is beautiful and I am glad you exist
G O DS this is such a nice ask!!!! thank you so so much!!!! ;O;
Anon said:Non chiedo una risposta a questo messaggio, anzi. Volevo solo dirti che trovo la tua arte FANTASTICA, e non sai quanto i tuoi comic e tutto il tuo lavoro mi ha strappato più di un sorriso in brutti momenti. Sapere che sei italiana mi ha fatto totalmente impazzire. Continua così, hai del talento vero. E grazie!
NUHHHH GRAZIE A TE PER ESSERE COSI’ GENTILE OMFG !!!!!!!!!! ;A;
Anon said:Okay okay okay! I adore your art! Could you maybe... draw some KiriBaku fantasy? If it’s not too much to ask! It can be as simple as can be! Your art is just really cute!
Yes I can and yes I will!!! Definitely and in the near future, did you know one of the app games JUST revealed a fantasy wolf Baku as a special halloween chara?? It’s just fantasy Baku with wolf ears and tail, but he’s adorable and I’ve been wanting to draw him since I saw him this morning ;O; so cute!
Anon said:Pssst. Singer Baku, Guitarist Kami, and Drummer Kiri. A good hc if I do say so myself.
It IS a great thought!! Drummer Kiri and Singer Baku have always been a weakness of mine too, so heck!! What a good image! If we put Jirou on bass and vocals too and sero on keyboard and mina on guitar, you make my fav band right then and there hahaha
Anon said:I'm not in the BNHA fandom at the moment but your art still continues to give me the warm fuzzies
GODS ISN’T THIS A NICE ASK!! I’m happy I can make you enjoy even characters you’re not specifically into! Thank you so much for sticking around!!!! ;O;
Anon said:i just got into bnha and fell in love with your art, started going through your sketch tag, and then realize that youre the person who made a bunch of haikyuu comics i loved a while ago so im! very glad to rediscover your stuff!!
HOLY GODS THAT’S NEAT!!! Welcome back!!!! ;O;
Anon said:I love it when you draw kiri with his hair down 💕💕💕 so good, so pure 💕💕💕💕
Oh boy thank you!! ;O; he’s so much easier to draw with his hair spiked for me, knowing people like the way I draw his hair when down means a whole damn lot!! 
Anon said:Hello! First I love your account and artwork! Second will you ever be drawing Mako and Taiyou again? They are so adorable! Also Bakugou and Kirishima seems like amazing dad's!
Thank you!!! And yes I will! I have another ask around here asking about them, so maybe soon! Just gotta find the right idea to draw, I got a bunch but they’re all way too long for my curret attenton span level sadly hahaha rip
Anon said:lmaaaaooo my boi kaminari be having an emotional awakening
Kaminari is like, he’s always somewhere subconsciously known that Baku’s objectively pretty, but since he knows him so well and he’s always around him and most of the times they’re bickering and making fun of each other he’s never actually realized, so now he’s like oh, NOW I see it hahaha
Anon said:hi u probably get this enough but I wanted to give u all my appreciation for ur art thank u for sharing it with us I love everything u post ♡♡♡
THANK YOU!!!! It might be greedy of me but this sorta asks are never enough for me, so seriously thank you for taking your time to drop by and be so nice!!!
Anon said:Could you please draw more of the body swap au? Or what if a different pair of students were to switch?
I’m not gonna draw any other switch with other students, because before settling on Baku and Todo I went through a lot of possibilities and came to the conclusion that nothing would be as funny as Baku and Todo switched are (or at least nothing Horikoshi hasn’t already done himself lmao) so there’s that. I might draw more of them switched, but to be honest with you the only idea with that concept I have right now is Bakugou forgetting he’s suddenly taller and continuously walking into things around the dorms, so there’s that as well hahaha
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flyswhumpcenter · 5 years
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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me I give myself self-indulgent requests according to this marvelous card!
Broke my own self-inflicted rules to bring you this IoTsumu oneshot based on my magical girl multi-fandom setting. It’s edgy, it’s gritty, it’s bloody and it’s angsty; what’s not to love there? I’d advise reading the AO3 version’s end notes for more knowledge and understanding of some of the elements mentioned in this oneshot in particular.
(btw this oneshot is brought to you by Lizz Robinet’s cover of Senbonzakura and MASA Works DESIGN’s ERGONOMIC HERO)
Red-Dyed Diamond
Summary: A fight against his own body as to save someone he holds dear. Blood pouring from countless wounds. Tears flowing, drops falling to the floor. Exhausted magic reserves. How is he exactly going to save himself and, more importantly, going to save her from the imminent danger?
Fandom: IDOLiSH7 (Magical Girl AU) Ships: IoTsumu (Iori/Tsumugi)
Wordcount: 2K words
Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo
AO3 version available here.
The smell of blood, having long since become an unbearable stench, was sickening. Vision dimmed and hearing damaged, limbs feeling like lead on the bottom and fire on the top, smelling was the one sense remaining, enforced by the sensory deprivation, much to his dismay. The taste of blood covering his teeth, mouth and airways had grown into a torture all in itself. Nothing was fine, everything was dark, and yet his hands kept clawing into the ground, his fingerprints dampening the otherwise pristine floor of the damned place’s secret passageways in red.
He had to reach her before it’d be too late.
 Too late for who? For him, or for her? He was already done for; he was sure of it. There was nobody there for him at the moment, everyone having left to fulfil other duties. Whoever was left wasn’t seeing him on purpose: he had made it so only her would see him, infiltrating the enemy’s headquarters where she had surely escaped her cell but hadn’t managed to find the way out. He was there to tell her that, to tell her to be careful as not to end like him.
He was too exhausted to exactly remember how injured he was and how he had gotten himself in so many predicaments in so little time. Mostly went through hostile, overly violent, sharply-trained guards he had somehow managed to defeat by wasting most of his mana on them. His right leg was broken. His left one had been stabbed with a shard of crystal. His arms almost got impaled, only getting scrapped by glass shards littered on the ground after someone had jumped inside and shattered the window to trap him (he presumed the infamous Caesar, but he just had no way to be sure). He had several broken ribs from escaping chest-crushing “hugs” from another hunter.
One could say that had to be the worst day of his life, would he allow himself to get cynical.
 After a while, the pain had just become white noise playing in the background of his mind. “Oi, that hurts” didn’t mean anything anymore. All that mattered was the mission at hand, the one he had assigned to himself because nobody else listened to him and advised him to stay put. He had to warn her, as soon as possible, while being quiet. His heavy, laboured breathing was no help there for sure, but he’d pull it off. He’d succeed because he couldn’t fail. He couldn’t endanger her even further.
Despite his determination, which had just perhaps turned into obsession, he felt weaker and weaker. Having used most of his powers to save himself and bleeding out with barely any hope to stop his blood from pouring out of his numerous wounds didn’t help in making him feel any better than having the impression to be on death’s doorstep.
 All the corridors he explored had been the same, the ever-boring same. Dyeing the grey ground in red, he’d continue until he couldn’t push himself any further, despite the tears blurring his sight even further. Broken. He was broken, utterly and undeniably broken, shattered beyond repair; but he was no healer. He had no curative spell to use on himself, unlike Sapphire and Spinel, no way to fix his injuries and no way to make the blood stop pouring from his body. Most people would have deemed it too late for them and would have started writing their will with their own blood, but he wasn’t going to let himself stoop down to that level.
Maybe it was too late for him, but it sure wasn’t too late for her.
 How did the dying motivate himself to move forward despite the darkness of the situation and his dim future? By picturing her, his secret beloved, the one he had travelled with for what felt like an eternity, with whom he had wandered around to find their loved ones, the ones who mattered the most to them, tagging along and uniting their force to, at their scale, make the world a better place and saving the innocent from a madman’s degenerate ideas.
Did Tsumugi deserve to be dragged into this? No. Did she consent to it? Yes. Did he enjoy her company? Absolutely. Would he die for her? Most likely. Would he regret leaving her forever? Obviously. Did he regret having to leave her now, at the first climax of their quest for justice and betterment? Yes.
 Was he ready to die? Officially, yes.
Frankly, no.
 Tired beyond human comprehension, he put a hand forward, then the other, then lifted his own weigh on shaking, fragile arms. Rinse and repeat until loss of consciousness, temporary or definitive. Senses swimming, even touching the floor tiles didn’t make sense anymore: it was like touching cotton, or air, or watery, slippery stones, depending on where it landed and how conscious he was at the given moment. It didn’t make sense anymore, but he had a message to give her.
He’d deliver that message even if it meant the death of him.
 Eventually, his blurry vision stumbled upon an unfamiliar room. The stench of his future corpse damp with its own liquid came to a halt, the sickening beating of his heart becoming background noise for the first time in what felt like hours. A sigh of relief escaped his dried lips, reminding him that he was, in fact, not dead yet and could still have an impact on reality.
There was a new magical aura around him, familiar and comfortable, soothing. He, however, couldn’t let himself relax and let himself down yet: he needed to move forward, until the end. He was this close to his goal, this close to succeeding, that he simply couldn’t stop and perish there. He was going to save her through his knowledge. He was… going to. He just had to.
He felt like he was unable to move anymore, though…
 He put a hand forward, then the other, then… nothing.
His body had reached his last limits. His last resort wasn’t enough. His all hadn’t been enough to reach her in time. He was going to bleed out to death here and there, alone, trapped within his own thoughts as to forget the unbearable pain he had been put through by these people and himself. Coughing up more blood to prove the point to himself and what was left of the world, tears mixing with the blinding red in a pathetic attempt to dilute it, his head fell in a puddle of his own.
This was the bitter end, wasn’t it? This was… all it was going to end for him, and perhaps for her. What a disappointing ending that was…
 “…i!”
A distant voice coming to his ears made him regain enough strength to look up, even if just slightly, and see a blurry pink-and-white figure come into the frame. A second blur, dark blue and golden, was right besides her.
“Tsu…” His voice was a hoarse whisper, nothing more than that, maybe less.
“Iori,” his name rang to his own hearing, “is that you?!”
A smile creeped on his lips. It was her. It was Tsumugi’s voice, her aura, her sweet scent and everything he had ever loved about her. In a last, desperate move, he tended his hand at her…
“My goodness, what happened to you…?!”
The second blur spoke up, a familiar but troubled masculine voice coming out from it. He was an ally. He could help Tsumugi escape safely. Everything… was fine… if Moonstone was with her, it’d be all fine. He could entrust him… He could trust her… It’d be all fine, really…
 So was he not willing to die yet?
 Was it because he had a sense of not having finished his duties yet? Of not having found his brother, or his other friends, or Tamaki’s sister?
Was it because he’d, that way, have never reunited with anyone from their group? Because he’d have never had had the occasion to say “farewell” to Yamato, Nagi, Sogo, Tamaki and Riku?
Was it because he’d have failed Tsumugi with their mission, leaving her alone to endure their burden? Probably, maybe, he wasn’t sure of much anymore… Fuzzy thoughts, buzzing memories…
 The pain only rose in his mind when he felt someone putting him on their lap; even with a broken sight, he was still able to tell Tsumugi had done so, her pink eyes trying to look into his foggy and presumably glassy ones. A hand on his ribs almost hurt him even further, but he felt too numb to really cry out about it. All he needed to was to… inform her… and tell her farewell… and sorry… and to keep his feelings to himself.
She wouldn’t cry under his watch, he wouldn’t leave her with a hole in her chest.
 “Shh… Don’t force yourself, Iori, you’ve done more than enough… It’ll be alright, let… Let Fran heal you, and… I promise you you’ll be fine, Iori.”
Tsumugi’s voice was trembling, tears of her own falling onto his face, maybe in an attempt to finally wash away all the blood now dropping over his eyes. She sounded very much unsure, but simply hearing her was far more than enough, for now.
“There… There…”
“Be quiet, please… Don’t strain yourself even further… You’ll be fine…”
She looked away, probably in the third party’s direction.
“Please, can… Can you heal him, sir…? I know your magic hurts, but… Please save him! He’s all I have left; I can’t lose him! I’d do anything for you!”
 A short moment of heavy silence where Iori found nothing better but cough up more blood. He was getting tired of seeing it exit his body, but it’d soon be the end, the last beat of his heart, so was there any use to complaining about repetition when the loop was going to end itself?
“I’ll do my best, Tsumugi,” the uncertain voice of the good old Mr Bannaire finally arrived to his hears. “I can’t promise anything, sadly, but… I can do something about it, at least I think so.”
 Two hands arrived on his chest, less delicate than Tsumugi’s fingers enlaced next to his cheeks, yet soft and soothing. Before he knew it, the blood had stopped flowing from his numerous wounds, feeling some of them close despite the broken bones in his leg and ribcage still paining him. Less than some background noise, suffering started making sense again, his vision finally stopping to swim constantly. It felt… nice, with the lack of a better word for it. Only raw words came to his mind.
“It… should be enough for now, but… You’d better ask someone else to finish the job, I’ve only done what I could with what I have…”
The strain in his saviour’s voice was palpable and, had he not been in such a dire and drastic situation, he’d have felt immensely sorry for putting him through as much pain as healing so many wounds could have caused him.
“It’s alright… Thank you so much, sir…”
 Her eyes went back to his, even as he felt himself slip away from consciousness.
“Stay awake for a little while longer, Iori, okay? Backup is on the way. You’ll be all fine by the time you’ll wake up, but… I’d rather know you’re still with me. I… need you by my side…”
She kissed his forehead, despite the sweat and the blood, not hesitating to taint her own face with his dirt.
“Promise me you’ll stay by my side, please…”
Verbally unable to reply, he simply attempted a smile of reassurance, even if fighting against the urge to fall asleep and rest was becoming more and more of a desperate battle.
 Footsteps and familiar voices flooding into the room, more benevolent auras and sprinkles of healing magic from welcome allies convinced him that he could finally let himself go and give himself the energy he was striving for merely minutes before. A “he’ll be fine, Tsumugi” and a “he should recover once he’s safe, he’ll be back on his feet in a few days, don’t worry” were all that he needed, fingers chained with hers as she helped them carry him out.
In the daze of exhaustion, blood loss and blissful magic, Iori could say that, in a way, he had succeeded at his mission: survive until he found her and she found him, saving him in the process.
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buckisthatyou · 6 years
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Pairing: Bucky x Reader (mentor! au)
Word Count: 1202
Warnings: annoying Bucky (??), language 
Summary: Bucky is being annoying when he found out about your crush.
Author notes: this is just for fun. i’ve been thinking about this idea for weeks but only now i can finally get to write it down. hopefully you guys enjoy it! happy reading, fellas! 
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Today is like any other day except Bucky has been nothing but annoying to you. He has been able to unlock a new level of ‘How much can I annoyed y/n in a day’. He doesn’t stop following you around with the stupid smirk on his face since the morning.
Now, you are on the rooftop, one of your favourite place in the tower, reading your book peacefully. The weather is too nice to not be outside. The sun is shining so brightly yet it doesn’t feel too hot. To be honest, it is sort of a windy day. Just perfect to chill and be alone with your book. This can the moment where you are finally free from Bucky annoying ass.
Ten minutes.
You only get to be at peace for ten minutes until you hear someone’s footsteps. And that someone unfortunately is Bucky Barnes. He walks with such a pride. He wears a Hawaiian shirt along with his stupid sunglasses and a white short, hands holding a glass of iced tea and an iPad. You scoff as he turns to sit next to you.
“Hi, y/n.” He greets you.
“I swear to God, Bucky if you are here just to be an ass I’ll push you off the building.” You warn him, too tired to be dealing with his shit.
“Woah. You gotta chill, kid. I’m here just to let loose and enjoy the good day. Just like you.”
He takes the glass of iced tea and sips it before taking off his sunglasses, placing it on the mini table between the two of you. Then, he casually turns on his iPad. You are convinced that Bucky is going to read some articles just like he and Steve usually do but you should have known better. Today, the Bucky who sits next to you is not the usual Bucky, this the Jerk Bucky. You can hear so clearly the audio from his iPad.
“Are you serious right now? Really?” you roll your eyes.
“What?” he asks you back, quickly pausing whatever video he is watching.
“Do you really have to watch the video without putting your earphone on?”
“I forgot to bring them” he gets defensive.
“Well then don’t put it on high volume. I’m trying to read here, Bucky.”
“Well I’m an old man. I can’t hear perfectly like you young people.” He shrugs before continue playing the video, leaving you upset and frustrated.
But you take a deep breath, letting yourself to calm down before continuing your reading.
Ignore him.
Ignore him.
Ignore him.
You are believing in yourself and the mantra, you are going to survive this. But one minute after that, the 101 year old super soldier opens his mouth.
“Amazing that these young kids have crush.”
You let out a sigh. Here we go again. You keep your mouth shut and focus on your book instead of dealing with Bucky.
“A bit shame that they don’t wanna ask their crush out.”
Ignore him.
Ignore him.
Ignore him.
“Who knows maybe their crush might like them back, you know?”
Ignore him.
Ignore hi-
“Right y/n?”
Fuck.
You close your book and get up, quickly leaving Bucky alone.
“Shit” he curses, panic surrounds him as he sees how mad you get.
“y/n, wait!” he calls out, running behind you.
He is fast enough to get to you, thanks to the super soldier serum. He stops you, grabbing your hand.
“Hey come on, kid. I’m sorry okay?”
You avoid looking at his eyes, knowing you don’t want to fight with him or be rude. But he is just getting on your nerve you want nothing but to kick his ass.
“I would push you down the stairs if I could, Bucky.” You say through gritted teeth, irritated with his attitude for today.
“But I’m your favourite person so you couldn’t do it. Right?” He grins at you, hoping to lighten up the tensed atmosphere but you glare at him making him to stop grinning and be serious.
“Alright. Alright. I’m sorry okay? I just want you to ask the person out. Have fun like any other teenagers. I-I just want you to be happy.”
You sigh. He cares too much about you.
“Bucky. I will ask her out okay? It just.. I need to prepare myself. With you following me around, reminding me about it, doesn’t help me, Bucky.” You look up into his blue loving eyes. “it kinda the opposite. I get more scared.” You sigh, both of your shoulders are slumped.
“What? Why? I didn’t mean to ruin your confidence. I just wanna give you support.”
“I know but the more I think about it the more I doubt myself. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she has a someone in her life? Bucky you have no idea, she is one of the prettiest girl in school! Probably the prettiest in town. And I’m just me.”
“I bet she is. I trust your taste, kiddo. But come on, you’re amazing. You’re an Avengers. You are my student. Nothing can top that, she is gonna like you.” He encourages you, lifting your spirit.
You feel a little bit confident hearing the comfort words from Bucky. He is annoying but he knows how to make you feel better. You are grateful for him. Always being there for you, through thick and thin.
“You think so? But I really have to prepare a speech or something. I don’t want to stutter and embarrass myself in front of her you know?” you admit. Despite feeling a bit better, the self doubt doesn’t leave you alone, it still sticks around, staying at the back of your head.
“I’ll help you.” Bucky offers with full of confidence in his tone.
You raise your eyebrows, judging him.
“Are you sure? No offence, you are a great mentor but you can’t even stand straight when Natasha is next to you.” You question him.
It is the truth after all. Bucky will get nervous when Natasha is next to him. Everyone can tell the feeling he has for her, but he never makes the first move. And that’s the reason you question him to help you asking your crush out. He can’t do it for himself, how can he help you?
“Ouch” you rub your head.
Bucky casually hitting your head with a low force. He gives you a death glare. “You want me to help you or not? You wanna go out with her or not?” He asks again.
“Of course I want to date her!”
“Then you need my help.”
“Do I?” you raise your eyebrows again at him, jokingly making him thinking that you still doubting his skills.
“Okay fine. Good luck doing that alo-” Bucky shrugs, ready to leave you. But you instantly grab his arm.
“I’m kidding. Of course I need your help. You are my mentor. Despite you never ask your own crush out. I believe in you, Bucky”
“y/n!” he glares at you again but you not paying much attention to it and just laugh.
With Bucky helping you out, you can say that you are a bit relieved. You can’t wait to start your lesson.
Tagging:  @mizz-kraziii @queenoftrash97 @fran-writes @amindfulloffanfictions @grosskyjaja @v-2bucky @jaysaku
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roastedlizlow · 6 years
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I actually meant to save a post like this for my 3-year anniversary of writing Code:Realize, but I am most definitely going to forget, since that’s in a few months, so I’ll write it now. Forgive me if these seems a little bit messy; it’s quite an emotional (in a good way!) topic, and I’m a tad bit foggy headed from this dreadful but light head cold. 
Basically, this is gonna be long, and rambly. Thank you personal blog for giving me grounds to do this. Absolutely no one asked for this, but you know, I’m in the mood to cry. 
My name is Pita Pan, some may know me as Lizzy, I started writing with Code:Realize characters on December 21st, 2015, just after completing the first game. This was back in my senior year of high school (I remember playing routes during breaks at school). This was back under my first Rp blog on this site, and the character I picked up for writing was Arsène Lupin, our poster boy gentleman thief, a man who is very dear to my heart. 
I’d like to say Code:Realize and the people I met thanks to it were what really got me into otoge for the long run. I’ve made friends that have improved my life, made every day just a little bit better...
...and I’d like to credit picking up Lupin to a lot of where I am now, writing wise. 
If we’re getting technical, my first posts as Lupin were Dec. 22nd. CR was not the first otoge I rped, I opened my first rp blog (a multimuse) writing a few characters, inclusive of some Hakuouki characters (namely, but likely not surprisingly, Heisuke). I actually talk about Hakuouki’s involvement in why I’m into otoge here, but I think if I hadn’t played Hakuouki, I’m not sure I’d have even been aware of Code:Realize. I sure as heck wouldn’t have written it. Of course, while I connected to some of the people there, in the Hakuouki fandom, I ended up feeling closer to the CR ones.
There were a lot of little, behind the scenes details that make this period of time very special to me. I quickly found that I got along with the other CR rpers that gradually popped up -- we were, by all accounts, a tiny, tiny fandom, which isn’t, necessarily, shocking news, considering it’s an otoge fandom. 
Anyway, writing skill wise, I wasn’t exactly where I am now (at all actually). Writing with these people made me want to get better. Better at writing Lupin, better at writing in general. I was motivated to reach a point where I felt comfortable with writing, as comfortable as I felt communicating with the other muns. 
While I could find many excerpts to display what I’d like to consider my growth, even in writing Lupin, I’ll leave it at linking my AO3 compilation post, and then showing a small excerpt of something from my Lupin blog that I haven’t finished yet. My Lupin is terribly rusty, but that’s what I get for my frequent breaks.
There is not much certainty in how this happened, this attachment. Perhaps it had been searched for, perhaps it had been destined. Fated encounters, meticulously planned meetings… regardless of how things began, there’s no denying the fact that it is because of him that things could work out.
It is because of them that everything has worked out so far. Lupin has found every member of their team pivotal in their plans. They all bring something to the table; making it so the great gentleman thief can accomplish even more.
A man of the streets, a harbinger of justice, taking from the corrupt so that the swept aside may, perhaps, have hope in the world. Tirelessly he decides to work, late nights amount to all this. The rescue of a young lady in distress, one who deserved to live as what she’s always had in her, human.
There’s so much more to them than just being a band of misfit thieves fighting for her truth and what’s right. There’s so more to them than just trying to save
There is no chance of them failing. There is no way they won’t have people to come back to.
About a month after I began writing Lupin, I decided to pick up Victor Frankenstein. Us CR rpers were talking, you see, and we wanted to interact with a Fran, but there existed none. My love for the sweet alchemist came out, and I rolled up my sleeves and I decided to write him myself. I moved Lupin to his own blog the next month.
Fun enough, I didn’t make Impey’s blog until a year after I made Fran. I think I’m rather known for my love for bouncy red-heads, and I have referenced my work on Impey’s blog more often than not, but he, initially, hadn’t been my priority. It’s messy when I say this, but my ‘favorite’ Code:Realize boy has never been clear. At some point, I think I said it was Lupin, at another, Impey. I tend to say it’s Fran now. 
Anyway, I love these boys, a lot. 
I’d like to think I’m more comfortable writing Fran too, now, from where I was when I started writing him in January 2016. A fairly... comparable example is this AU thread, which I’m currently working through reviewing so I can write a fic based off a cleaner version (it’s got a lot of work to do..!).
He clicks on the light and puts on his glasses, watching his shaky hands, in hopes of stabilizing them, in hopes of reminding himself that that is the past, and the now, should hopefully be better. At least, he wishes it would be. Deep breathes he forces himself to take, and once he steadies out enough, he writes in his journal yet another log. Even if he wants to better the world now, he must never forget what stains him, he can’t let himself abandon it.
More likely than not, his light-brown hair will once again be matted from hours -- days -- of focus, work, stress. Already has fate played him deeply, but within the grip of his cycle of grief and faux hope, Issac Beckford, the guide of London’s amazing advancements, extended his hand, promising Victor sanity, safety, and the tiniest of reparation for his great sins.
Alchemy is supposed to help people, his thoughts circle around as this as he decides to just rise early for the day. No use trying to sleep again, when he knows what plague is in store. He dresses, heading over to his personal lab, provided by Issac to give him the space he needed, and seclusion he thought he deserved. He turns on the circulation so that the fumes don’t ruin him, and puts on a mask so the reactions don’t crumble him, and his green eyes glaze over his work, watching the fizzing, the bubbling, the spilling.
Code:Realize really helped motivate me in writing. I rp’d before it; I wrote fanfics before it. But I really picked up more after working with the rpers of that fandom. 
A few of the people I met there are some of my closest friends now! They mean so, so much to me. We entered into other rp fandoms together (collectively, Collar x Malice, but also Ozmafia and FE!), but naturally, things were not tied to solely rp. We yell about otoge together, we fuel each other to go pushing forward. They help keep me company during some of my shakiest moments. 
I hope we can stay friends, even longer. 
I want to continue improving in my writing. I want to keep writing. I’ve been focusing more on my OCs recently, and on series that aren’t CR, but I still adore it to pieces. It’s simply special to me. The world, the story, the characters, all of them inspired me to keep moving. 
Because of CR, I gained much more footing in my interest in otoge (I played Norn9 before CR, but CR is the one that stuck with me, more than Hakuouki too. I’m not even certain I finished the entirety of Hakuouki before CR). Now, I’m an absolute fool with a huge backlog (but I’m happy!). Otoge, I’d say, really gave me something to ground myself in. I’ve always loved reading. I’ve been writing for years. But the inspiration that I’ve gotten from otoge is outstanding. 
I think CR is one of the games that also helped settle in some of my current favorite seiyuu too. 
CR may not be ‘categorically’ my favorite, but it’s important to me, to who I am now. I remember the day I bought the game. A few weeks after launch, I found a pre-owned copy at a GameStop, and I bought it with the money I got for my birthday. What was pretty much a birthday present changed a lot!! Code:Realize is just so, so important to me!  
If you read this little (long) love ramble, thank you. I really love to talk about my interests, and I know I don’t get into specifics of characters and why the three that are so difficult to distinguish bias between are my faves (although, if you think about it, they may still reflect well on my types...). I think being able to talk about Collar x Malice a bit made me want to do this more, even if if just seems like a bunch of chatter. 
Everyone, I sincerely hope you will continue to support my writing, my love for otoge, and myself. 
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pointreyesjournal · 3 years
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It’s Just Coffee : ep4
I did indeed return for the book. Mid-week, on the Ducati again actually. But I brought a backpack. Motorcycles, as it seems, can be legitimate forms of transportation when properly equipped.
On a Wednesday morning, Point Reyes Station is a very different animal compared to a Saturday. There’s a stillness in the air and a quiet amongst the people. My plan was to arrive, pick up my book, have a nice breakfast, and then loop back to San Fran via Nicasio and Lucas Valley road. It’s a three hour adventure on the Ducati. Just enough to get the blood flowing and remind me I’m alive.
But, plans change.
“Hello, is this thing on?” I joke to myself. Nothing. Is. Open.
The bookstore doesn’t open until 10am (it’s 8:40), the cafe I had my eyes on doesn’t open on Wednesdays at all, and the photo gallery is by appointment only during the week. There’s a sign on the door of the gallery that says “Call me, I only live two minutes away”, but I don’t have any real intention of buying anything, so that wouldn’t be gentlemanly.
“Dear shopkeeper, can you come into town so I can kick your tires?”
The bakery is open and I see the picnic table is empty. It’s time to get a cuppa joe and relax for a while. Even on a Wednesday there’s a queue at the bakery. It’s only two people, but I’m happy to wait. I am killing time after all. I’m enjoying the smells, and there’s a really cute gal working the counter this morning, so things are less tense than the weekend when Frau Blucher is churning through orders.
My turn at the coffee counter.
“Good morning, what can I get for you”
“Hi hello … May I have a double shot cappuccino, and what do you recommend, the pain au chocolat or that almond thingy?”
“The cheese danish with almonds?” If she looked like an ironworker, her polite rebuke wouldn’t have worked, but I’m swimming in her eyes, so I go along with it.
“Yes, the cheese danish with almonds.” Damn it. She wins. Her charm and that straight, natural almost-blonde hair loosely pulled back in a big puffy scrunchy have swept me away to dreamland. Oh to be young again. Christ! I need to get my head back in the game here. Why am I even flustered by this girl, I’m almost 35 for fucks sake! I’m just buying a coffee, I can do this.
I stumble through the rest of the transaction, externally composed at least and collect my coffee and “cheese danish with almonds.” I step over to the coffee station for a dash of cocoa powder and a stir stick for the coffee. No stir sticks, but there’s a vase filled with dried linguine. She wins again. Before I even get a chance to ask she’s chiming in “Those are our stir sticks. Better for the environment.”
Was my befuddlement that obvious or does everyone struggle with the idea of stirring their hot beverage with spaghetti? Again, if I don’t know the truth, I can keep the life affirming narrative alive in my head. The questions are already bubbling up in my head. If you stir long enough, does the linguini go limp? Am I ordering coffee and really just getting limp noodle soup?
Do you know what I really need? (If you say neurosis treatment, you’re probably right) A black coffee with a wooden stir stick served by a middle aged man whose face looks like a well worn saddle.
I check my watch. 8:55am. I’m heading to the picnic table to ponder these and many other questions. I’ve got one hour and 5 minutes to kill.
“I’m taking my break” she says to her coworkers as she follows me out the door. I make haste. Just a single stutter step and she walked past me and headed for the picnic table. Fuck it, I’m sitting on the curb. At least it’s shaded under the tree.
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cloversreblogs · 6 years
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Brass in the grey- Chpt. 10
Previous chapters (AO3 only): 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9
Links: FFN.net, AO3, Wattpad
Read on Tumblr: 7 / 8 / 9 / X / 11
Christmas chapter because Christmas! :D
Pairing: FrUK
Genre: Modern AU, Artists AU
Chapter rating: K
Chapter warning(s): None!
Just some quick Christmas fluff for the holidays :) The bolded lines are the phone dialogue, btw.
João- Portugal
Angus- Scotland
Just as swiftly as the transition of November to December, Autumn left and Winter arrived.
The snow had a delicate magic to it. It turned whatever it touched into something sublime and enchanting. The park's trees had long lost its leaves the previous week, but this morning, a blanket of snow had covered the park so that it was like a piece of Narnia had dropped into London.
"Anything else on your mind, Francis?" The therapist asked.
"Erhm… no, actually," he replied. It was actually the first time in a while that he had meant it when he said those words.
"Alright, fantastic!" She said with a smile, and they shook hands. "I think that you've made quite a lot of progress over the couple of weeks! I'll be visiting my family back in Suffolk, so I won't be here for the rest of the year, sadly. Are you planning to do anything for Christmas?" she asked as Francis grabbed his coat.
"Not much. I'll probably just Skype my dad and such. One of my friend's brother have a Christmas party going on at their place, so I'll probably be there."
"Sounds great! See you next year! Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas to you too!" And then he left his therapist's office.
Dr. Turner was a therapist who Francis saw every two weeks. Even though this was only their second session, Francis was starting to feel better already.
Her office was across a mall near the apartment block, so as he walked through it, he could hear the Christmas cheer everywhere.
Carollers were singing the carol of the bells, a Christmas tree that touched the ceiling stood proudly in the centre of the room, a line of children lined up for a mall Santa, and people carrying bags of wrapping paper as well as toys and other gifts buzzed like bees. A violinist who busked outside of the mall played Silent Night, and Francis tossed a shilling to the violin case.
It was even snowing a bit, just enough to dust the people in snow, but not too heavily as to cover people up with snow entirely, which added to the nice Christmassy atmosphere.
Very soon, he made it back to the apartment. The apartment was decorated with tinsel and Christmas lights. Gilbert plugged in the Christmas lights, making the Christmas tree in the middle of the room light up.
The TV was showing Home Alone, while on the couch, he could see Antonio chatting with his (recently declared) boyfriend Roderich.
"Hey Fran!" Antonio called out. Gilbert, on the other hand wasn't as certain.
"Ah, Fran! Erhm… how was the therapist's?"
Sure, Francis had felt better, but ever since he had told him about his anxieties, Gilbert had started restraining everything that he said.
"Gil, it's fine, you don't need to censor everything you say. I wasn't being completely honest with myself over the last couple of months, so I'm trying to do so right now. I'll just remind you whenever I want the topic to be changed. OK?"
"Hm, kay." Gilbert still seemed distracted. Francis sighed. He was a perfectionist, and hated causing problems.
Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door. While turning the doorknob, a small part of him wondered if it was Arthur. Turned out, it was Antonio's brother, João, who had came all the way from Portugal. He greeted him, and went over to the sofa before promptly going into a lengthy conversation with Antonio.
As Francis stood, and looked over to Antonio with João and Roderich, he realised something.
Arthur on the other hand lived alone, as far as he could tell. He never mentioned much family, either. Was Arthur spending Christmas alone?
He walked into the bedroom, and dialled Arthur's number.
"Hello?"
"Arthur! Hi! We're having a Christmas party at a friend of mine's, do you want to come?"
"Erhm… no thanks. Parties aren't exactly my thing."
After some more small talk, (how were you, etc) they hung up.
Francis thought. Maybe he could go over to his apartment, but then there was the Christmas party over at Ludwig's house, and he didn't want to miss that. On the other hand… how alone was Arthur? Maybe he could just give him a gift or something.
He knew that Arthur liked to read, but his bookshelves were full, and besides, it was sort of a predictable present. Arthur wasn't great at cooking, so maybe he could cook him something. Maybe a casserole? They still had more than an hour until they needed to be at Ludwig's. Yes, that sounded good.
And so he got to the kitchen and got to work.
Watching re-runs of Doctor Who while embroidering and sipping hot chocolate was a good way to spend Christmas, in Arthur's book. He wasn't the type who got too festive of anything, he just hung up some tinsel and called it a day.
He held up the embroidery hoop, and examined the piece of embroidery. The blanket stitches hadn't worked as well as he had hoped, and were a bit wide for his liking. Again, the satin stitch-
A knock on the door distracted him, and he stood up. He was pretty confident that it was Francis, though he wasn't sure why he was here, especially so shortly after a phone call. He took a deep breath in. The worst case scenario would probably be Francis accusing him for not wanting to go to the Christmas party, though he reasoned with himself that it'd be insanely unlikely. The best case scenario would be that Francis decided to spend Christmas with him or something like that. The most likely thing would be that Francis decided to drop in for a quick "Merry Christmas", maybe even give a card or a gift or something.
As per with his third prediction, Francis was standing at the door carrying a casserole pot.
"Hi, Arthur!" He greeted before handing him the pot with a smile. "Merry Christmas."
"Ah." He took the pot. Even with the lid closed, he could smell the savoury content of the pot, and it smelt absolutely mouth watering. "Thank you. Erhm, wow, you didn't have to give me a casserole." Francis smiled, and shrugged.
"It's the least I can do. I have to go now, unfortunately. Bye!"
Arthur waved while Francis walked away to join with another small party of people. Arthur looked down at the hallway, and then down at the casserole, still warm in his hands. It had been awhile since he was given a Christmas present. Sure, there were still the Christmas cards given by that overly festive co-worker, but otherwise, it had been awhile.
He brung the casserole back into his apartment and onto the table. Actually, it had been awhile since he had something close to a proper Christmas dinner. During Christmas, he usually went out to eat, whether if it was at a fancy diner or at a takeaway place. The last time he had a proper, hearty Christmas dinner was…
Was…
Seven years ago.
Had it really been that long? Wow. Seven years. Almost an entire decade.
He grabbed a dish and opened the lid. The tantalising aroma of hot lamb, rosemary, potatoes, and peas flooded the room immediately. His mouth watered. It smelt delicious!
A memory popped in his head. One year during Christmas, Angus tripped on the cat and fell into the trifle. He snickered at the memory. Mum wouldn't let the cat sleep on the dining room floor after that.
After he put some of the casserole into the dish, he noticed the way the potato slices were arranged so that they overlapped like fish scales. His own mother would just stack them.
He blew the casserole piece on the fork, and ate it. A million memories of Christmas during his childhood flooded his mind.
It tasted good. It tasted like home.
Arthur went on to finish half the casserole, and put the pot into the fridge. While he did, he wondered: shouldn't he give Francis a Christmas present as well?
He thought. What would Francis like as a present? Something music related, maybe? The stores were closed already, so if he was to give him a present, he would had to improvise. He definitely couldn't give him something cooked, hell no. Well he did have books…
There was this book he bought earlier in the year. Arthur walked over to his bookshelf. He had only read it once or twice, so it should be somewhere at the bottom shelf…
Ah! There it was wedged in the bottom. He pulled the book out, and brushed the cover.
For a second, he wondered if it was a good idea. Was he really going to give him a book? At least the casserole had effort put into it, this book was pretty much just something he pulled out of his ass.
Arthur took a deep breath in. The shops were closed, and he couldn't think of anything more suitable as a present. At least the book wasn't at the same calibre as, say, gifting Francis a used napkin or a plastic bag, at least there was some thought put into it. Besides, the book was still in a pretty good condition.
After reminding himself of those things, he felt better about it, and went out and headed downstairs.
"Hey, Fran, I think that this is for you or something," Gilbert called out as he came back from collecting mail the next day.
"Hm?"
"Here. It's from that Arthur guy." He handed him a book with a post-it note stuck onto it. A book from Arthur? Huh. The cover had a blue trombone on it. The reason that Arthur had picked this one was probably because it was about trombones, which was somewhat close to saxophones. Sure, Francis didn't like trombones more than saxophones, much less know how to play one, but he appreciated that at least Arthurĺ tried to pick something that peaked his interests.
"Thanks, Gil." He read the note:
Hi, I found this book while rummaging through my things. It's a book about a girl with sound-colour synesthesia, and it's quite an interesting read. The shops were closed, so I wasn't able to get wrapping paper, I must apologise. By the way, thank you for the casserole.
Merry Christmas,
Arthur
He flipped the book over, and read the summary. Reading books were not exactly his thing, but the premise sounded interesting. He reached for his phone:
Thank you for the book! <3
A few seconds later, there was another text:
You're welcome :-)
The book, trombones are blue, is a real book, by the way, though it is a WIP by @wildrhov. Thank you, Rhov for letting me mention the book!
I'll be taking a bit of a hiatus to figure out what's going to happen in the next couple of chapters, so no chapters next month, unfortunately. But on the other hand, thank you for the comments last chapter!
Happy holidays, everybody!
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burmecianblackmage · 7 years
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A little Timeline of Sceada’s ships
Or something along the lines of that. With this, I try to figure out what happened when, starting January 1 of this year. This is due to me wanting for Sceada to be coherent and have a sense of continuity, as well as the fact that I do not wish to make these interactions individual AUs. You all are Sceada’s main canon, I’m not gonna change that. You’re all important to both him and me, accept it! :P
I’ll attempt to discuss all of these points with the respective muns as far as possible, should you however find anything here that displeases you or warrants further explaining, please tell me so! I mostly do this for the sake of organising myself and Sce’s mind, not to force stuff on y’all!
And with that said, without much further ado...
The situation before January 1
Sceada is longing for Leonora, who left him behind without him knowing that she is looking for a cure to a curse that is gradually claiming her life. All he has left to remind himself of her affection is a pair old letters (1, 2) he received months ago, letters he always carries with himself. He is good friends with Maria and went on a journey with her even, where they got to know each other better. He has run into Leila before, but doesn’t really know her all that well.
Plays started since January 1, sorted by Muse and starting date
Moved under Read-More so we can focus on the timeline here~
Timeline as I see it currently
Selphie kisses Sceada as thanks for helping her (January 21)
After having missed Leonora for months and thus being quite alone, the sudden and unexpected kiss from Selphie causes Sceada to realize just how lonely he feels and how much he misses not just Leonora, but also the affection with which she blessed him. It gets him thinking, especially since he had last received a letter from Leonora months ago....
Traveling together with Fran (Tender Kiss: February 24; Sharing a Bed: March 1; Falling Asleep: March 10)
Longing for affection and company, Sceada comes to travel with the Viera Fran - and soon finds himself a bit too affectionate. An innocent hug and a intended kiss on the cheek landing on her lips instead soon lead to the Burmecian feeling guilty - that is, until Fran shows him that she did not mind it, that it was okay. Their journey later leads to a night spent in the same bed or the younger male falling asleep on her lap, among other things.
Silent comforts (Started January 29)
Having learned more about Maria during their prior journey to Esto Gaza together, Sceada has become a bit more adept at noticing when she is not feeling well. Wishing to be a good friend to her, he offers to listen to her worries but finds her unwilling - good thing that there are also other ways to comfort her, even while remaining silent.
Getting captured by Leila (Started January 29)
Being careless, Sceada is captured by the pirate Leila who, in a move that surprises the Burmecian, promptly ties him to her bed. First taking this for a failed robbery due to his poor finances, the virgin boy soon finds himself overwhelmed by advances he did not expect - advances that he, ultimately, gives in to, driven by curiosity... and desire.
An Innocent Invitation (Started March 5)
Wishing not to be alone on the upcoming Valentine’s Day out of fear he might end up missing Leonora too much, Sceada invites Maria to spend the day with him - as friends, naturally.
We Don’t Have to be Valentines (Started March 6)
Making use of a cabin offered to him by a wealthy client, Sceada invites Maria to tea and treats, for an afternoon free from any trace of romantic intent. Little does he expect that the carefree and relaxed day spent laughing together slowly but surely causes him to develop feelings for the archer...
A bit of a Magic Touch (March 5)
Having tasted the Burmecian before, Pirate captain Leila O’Palom offers some new ideas for the bedroom, suggesting to add a little touch of magic - an idea that both fascinates and flusters the poor Black Mage.
A Misunderstanding of Feelings (Started March 6)
Realizing that he has developed more feelings for Maria than mere friendship, Sceada attempts to compliment her and reveal how he felt - but it all goes horribly wrong when Maria appears less than thrilled at the thought, and for a short while it seems as if this could be the end of their friendship...
The Letter (March 6)
Still downcast about how terrible things went, Sceada tries to calm his mind with work, only to see that fail miserably as well. Tired and exhausted, as well as simply fed up with a day where everything goes wrong, he almost refuses to accept a parcel sent to him - but when he sees who sent it to him, and that her return is imminent, Sceada cannot help but cry happy tears and feel hopeful.
The Lady Sage’s Return (Started March 20)
Returning after a short trip to Ivalice where he had made the acquaintance of young Ritz, a girl wishing to learn Black Magic from him, Sceada finds himself wondering just what to do, still harboring feelings for Maria. It is then that at long last, Leonora finally returns from Eorzea, leaving the Burmecian overjoyed.
More than just a Passionate Kiss (Started March 28, moved to Skype since)
Finally reunited with her, all it takes is a teasing kiss from Leonora to spark passion and desire within Sceada, culminating in a learning experience he will surely never forget. Discovering new sides to himself he had not been privy to before, the Burmecian grows with the experience - but also finds himself worried because of his conflicting feelings. 
The Paloom Festival (Prompt 1: March 19; Prompt 2: April 27)
Following an invitation by Leila, Sceada finds himself at the Paloom Festival and witnesses the pirate captain’s dance. Feeling drawn towards her he soon joins her on the dance floor as time rushes past. Dancing and music, feasting and drinking ensue, and when it is already late in the night, the Burmecian finds himself drunk - and oddly attracted to Leila as she performs once more on stage...
With your Hand tightly in Mine (Started April 8)
Having been encouraged by Leonora in that all feelings were valid and he need not choose, Sceada dares spending more time with Maria again, originally resigning himself to being the dear friend he was before the day he tried to confess. But when he finds Maria crying after a nightmare, all restraint is abandoned as he comforts her as best as he can - and reveals he still loves her in the process.
Paying a Compliment (Started April 17)
What starts with a compliment between friends about the Burmecian’s eyes soon turns into a particular game where both Maria and Sceada try to outdo the other with compliments, blissfully unaware that this has become their manner of flirting.
Stay Behind Me (Started March 28)
Contenting himself with being her close friend and someone she can trust despite how strongly he felt for her, Sceada once again spends the day with Maria, this time out in the open fields to watch some wildflowers. But the piece is soon disturbed by a pair of fierce coeurls - and as the situation turns more and more dire, Sceada finds himself with but one wish, one desire: To protect Maria.
Memories of Sorrow (Started April 23)
Suddenly forced to relive a terrible memory of his childhood, Sceada finds himself reduced to a sobbing mess. Thinking himself a monster for what he had to do, he worries that no one who knew about this would wish to stay with him. But Maria, having witnessed the memory together with him, does not hesitate to comfort him - and to reassure him that no matter what, she would still love him just the same.
The Calming Heart (Started April 23)
Having since become a couple, Sceada and Maria tend to spend more time together, and often sleep at the same place. As such it is only normal that the Black Mage would rush to calm and comfort the Archer when he notices her waking from yet another nightmare...
Addendum
As an additional note, this post from February 23 talks about Sceada’s romantic situation as I saw it on that very day. and this post from April 3rd talked about his type in bed (him being a virgin is now retconned, thank Leila for that)
Also, I went over about 550 posts for this and tagged the ones involved here. Bloody hell, when did I ever get so active...?
Plays started since January 1, sorted by Muse and starting date
Maria
29 JAN  “I cannot take your pain away, but... I can help ease it. Tell me what you need from me. I’ll give you anything.”   http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/Silent-Comforts/chrono
5 FEB Invitation for Valentine’s Day  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/An-Innocent-Invitation/chrono
6 FEB We Don’t Have to be Valentines  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/We-don%27t-have-to-be-Valentines/chrono
6 MAR Telling Maria he likes her...  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/A-Misunderstanding-of-Feelings/chrono
26 MAR Stay Behind Me  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/Stay-Behind-Me/chrono
8 APR With your hand tightly in mine  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/With-your-Hand-tightly-in-Mine/chrono
17 APR  Paying a compliment http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/Paying-a-Compliment/chrono
23 APR  Memories of Sorrow (Gunthar)  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/Memories-of-Sorrow-%28Gunthar%29/chrono
23 APR ~Nightmare http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/159914851922
Leila
29 JAN Tied Up  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/A-Pirate%27s-Booty/chrono
5 MAR Sheets  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/158037287152/sheets
19 MAR The Festival part 1  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/158603394462
27 APR The Festival part 2  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/160062310672
Leonora
6 MAR The letter  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/158044993252/a-small-parcel-reaches-him-by-way-of-her-miqote
20 MAR The Lady Sage’s Return  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/The-Lady-Sage%27s-Return/chrono
28 MAR More than just a Passionate Kiss  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/More-than-just-a-Passionate-Kiss/chrono  (moved to skype)
Minor
21 JAN Selphie kisses as thanks http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/156180853557
24 FEB  Tender Kiss with Fran http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/157628940672 http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/157663396212/feralstriike-%E2%84%B1-fran-had-feared http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/157691746207/feralstriike-%E2%84%B1-the-viera-leaned-in
1 MAR Sharing a bed with Fran http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/157860896292
10 MAR Falling asleep on Fran’s lap http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/post/158245553007
summed Fran’s threads up under “Traveling with Fran”  http://burmecianblackmage.tumblr.com/tagged/Traveling-with-Fran/chrono
(Selphie is listed here as a minor interaction due to it having been one thing only, whereas Fran is listed here due to the Muns inactivity the past month or so)
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Ahhh if you ever do feel like drawing BakuSero I would just about die because I love that rare pair soooooo much and there is next to nothing for it
Holy shit I thought I was literally shipping that ship by myself, but here you are, amazing !!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway don’t worry I’ll definitely draw something for it sooner or later anon, I love it way too much to never give in haha
Anon said:my day started out terrible but your sero and kaminari saved the day (like most of your drawings do) ty ily
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m super glad to hear that!!!!!!! I hope the rest of your day will be as amazing as it can be, anon!!!
Anon said:A) why isn't it franswers? B) Kaminari has a habit of just watching (unbreakable) things just fall if he fails to catch it or it slips out of his hands. like he doesn’t move to get it, he just watches it fall with a blank face
A) that’s a great question that would deserve an equally great answer which sadly I don’t have??? like, why isn’t it franswers??? it should definitely be franswers t b h - B) yes and also I feel Kaminari a lot. Like, mood and also same. As usual hahaha
Anon said:I have never seen a more pure kamisero than the spiderman kiss. I have fallen into the ship and i cant get up (i dont wanna get up) thank you 💖💖💖
Thank you!!!!! Oh my gods!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so happy I could make you ship it omfg!!!!!! They’re such a cute underrated ship aaahhhhhhhhhhhh tho I feel like it’s getting more popular lately, which is A+++ :D
Anon said:Sero 's hair looks so fluffy in that first panel, you can't un-convince me whoever his boyfriend (s) is (are) wouldn't mindlessly run their fingers through it from time to time.
I love this headcanon???? But also consider, if his boyfriend is Kaminari, Sero’s hair is always super staticky once he’s stopped petting it. Like, his hair just sticks in every direction, it looks super funny. Or, his boyfriend is Bakugou (or his girlfriend is Mina! same scenario plays out) and Sero has to wash his hair after Bakugou/Mina is done because their hands are dangerous and having flammable hair isn’t much fun, Neither is having acid very slowly corroding his scalp Poor boy, three out of four of my fav partners for him are dangerous for his hair haha
Anon said:Spidey Sero is good Sero also I still love your chibi style ^^
Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! Holy smokesss!!!!!!! *O*
Anon said:Right, so first off, I l o v e your art. And I'm kinda mad that only just found out about you? Anyways, I was wondering if I could draw one of your fusions (specifically, the Kacchadeku one)? They're super cool and i really want to draw them myself? I'll give credit you your for making the designs 'n all that. It's been quite a while since you drew it so i was wondering if I could draw 'em. Other than that, keep up the good work!
I would prefer it if you guys could ask me for this kind of stuff off anon, tbh aaahhhhhhhhh but I guess I never said that anywhere so it’s fine this time around - it’s good by me! As long as it links back to me/the original post then it’s okay~
Anon said:holy hell your art is a gift from God,,, i shall ascend to the astral realm after seeing all this,,, i have seen all i need and it was on this one blog,,,
YOU ARE!!!! TOO NICE!!!!!! OH MY GODS!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much ( ;v;)
Anon said:it makes me really happy that you add mina into the bakusquad pics your draw thank you!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well, it’s not like I always draw the whole squad, but when I feel strong enough to then it’d feel wrong not adding her in too! She’s part of it too, after all haha
Anon said:Im so happy your back! And you killed me with that last post. BAKUGO IS SO BEAUTIFUL! And your art is even better than before! Did I mention how beautiful Bakugo is? Love you and wish you full health mode
I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED HIM!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:I don't know if I'm the only one but I really love how in bnha they emphasize the fact that the kids are really just kids. Like on multiple occasions All Might and Aizawa remind themselves or others that they really are just 15 y/o kids who are trying their best to become heroes and help others. Compared to e.g. Haikyuu I feel like they don't seem like young teens like bnha characters even tho they're the same age (or even older). Good for Horikoshi to remind the readers every now and then.
You’re not the only one!! That’s one of my favorite things out of bnha and also one of the reasons why I’m such a fan of the adults of the series - not all of them, but most of the guardians have a great grasp on what they should expect out of kids and what they can ask of them and what they should instead keep them away from, which I appreciate a lot. And some of them (Aizawa, Toshinori from some point on, Bakugou’s parents, Fatgum to say some) have a great understanding of the kids they’re responsible for and make decisions based on what’s right while at the same time accomodating the kids’ aspirations and dreams, which is super amazing because it doesn’t negate the fact that even if they’re just kids they’re still people, you know? They talk to them and understand them and act as guardians without clipping their wings, you never see this sort of things in media tbh so I appreciate it a lot
Anon said:ok so I just need to get this off my chest. during the quirk apprehension test when aizawa said whoever came in last would be expelled, I think he would of actually done it. I mean he has done it before. but I think he saw potential in Izuku and that made him change his mind but I believe if it where someone else besides Izuku he would've expelled them. so I just wanna say that it was Izuku himself who made himself not be expelled not because of a bluff. and I love aizawa. the end
Yeah I’m sure that’s how it went! Well, I was about to say that maybe even if Izuku hadn’t been the last one Aizawa would have let the last one stay anyway since 1A is a pretty impressive class, but the 19th place was Mineta that time so honestly who knows. Maybe we were one step away from not having Mineta in the class and Izuku ruined it for us. Who knows. (lol)
Anon said:Ur art is so sweet and wholesome, like. Its legit. A friend of mine was following you since you were posting haikyuu and she started watching bnha when you started, and she got me into it from there by sending me your adorable fanart. "Keep an eye out for these 3!!" Then she sends me a giant stream of your BakuKiriKami art. You're great, it's ur fault that they're my # 1 ship above all. Also - have ya read the kiribaku fanfic 2AM Knows All Secrets? I feel like you'd like that one if ya havent.
Holy heck thank you!!!!!! This is such a nice ask !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad I could make both you and your friend watch bnha, and I’m even more happy I could make you ship my ot3!!!! *O* and!!! yeah I’ve read it!!!!!! It’s such a cute fic tbh~ I loved it a lot
Anon said:FRAN THE CATS ARE BACK HOW HYPED ARE YOU!!!
VERY!!!!!! I hope their game is more !!! than the Karasuno one tbh haha
Anon said:hey fran! i love how bakugou and sharkishima using sign language to communicate, and i was wondering if i could use that idea for my own mermaid au
Sure thing, I’m glad you liked the idea enough to want to do that! If you could mention where you got the insp for at the top of the fic when you post it that’d be neat~
Anon said:did you ever watch/read Ao no exorcist? its really good
I used to follow the manga! Like, a real long time ago? I think I got up to when we found out that Yukio’s a demon too and then I sorta... dropped it... cause I just... couldn’t stand Shiemi at all... sorry - my faves used to be Shima and Izumo tho!!! I used to love them so much and I still miss them so much that sometimes I seriously consider picking the manga up again just for them hahaha
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WHERE IS LAVI
Sadly all my magic rituals to try and scry directly inside Hoshino’s mind haven’t worked just yet, so I can’t answer this question - also, looks like DGM isn’t in the line-up for Jump SQ Crown this month either :( so we won’t know for at least another four months still - since Lavi’s my absolute most fave and thinking about the situation he’s in makes me feel literal pain and no actual solution to it seems to want to come any time soon, I try to think about it as little as I can. After six years of waiting for him denial has become my best friend, anon 👍
Anon said:DID YOU SEE MY SON BEING CARRIED AROUND I LOVE HIM SO MUCHH
I’m gonna assume you’re talking about Shinsou! He was adorable, but lbr the habit Horikoshi has of having him and Tetsu always appear together kind of takes all my possible hype away from Shinsou to direct it on the shark child. I hope Horikoshi will stop doing that, actually
Anon said:Lmao, in the coffee shop au I noticed you drew Kaminari with his hair shorter in the back - did you do that so you could avoid drawing a mullet? I cry
Actually!!! I hadn’t thought about that! But there had to be a reason why he looked better like that JK I love Kaminari’s hair and haircut, he’s the only child I’m gonna accept having a sort-of-mullet and still looking fine as hell - it’s because his hair looks so soft? And silky? I kinda wanna braid it I should draw him with his hair braided
Anon said:You know, after last chapter, seeing Kirishima reassure Midoriya and telling him not to talk negatively about himself takes a whole new meaning. This boy, he really cares so much about other people than himself
I wouldn’t say he cares more for others than himself, but he definitely does have different standards for others compared to those he uses on himself - then again, isn’t that just how people with low self-esteem always act? BUT!!! I have all the good reasons to think that Bakugou’s words have significantly lessened Kirishima’s inferiority complex about his quirk (because I’m locating that chat before the license exam and when you think about it since around then Kiri has been acting more confidently !!!) so I don’t think you should worry too much anymore! Kirishima has Bakugou and Bakugou has Kirishima and they keep each other good and positive and that’s beautiful and I’m alive
Anon said:What is your full name, if you don’t mind me asking??
Why anon, isn’t Fran enough for you? *wiggle eyebrows* kidding, I’m assuming all my Italian friends have guessed already since it’s a pretty common name so it’s cool, you can know, my full name is Francesca. Though I’d really prefer it if you’d keep on calling me just Fran 👍 
Anon said: Why are you so perfect
Hah I’m really, really, really not anon
Anon said: Honestly their hairs are so amazing in the last one and i absolutely love the way you never do the prompts the way they are expected and idk if you do it on purpose but its just amazing
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much????? And I wouldn’t say I do it on purpose, I just draw the first thing with a beginning and an ending I can manage to think about (fun fact, sometimes I deem the first thing too ridiculous or not good enough and I try to think about something else but by then the idea is there and I won’t be able to draw anything else r i p)
Anon said:Geez when Kiri called Baku manly and cool I was just like “end me” how did I not realize how precious he is in s1? He’s so frikkin adorable!
He doesn’t really do much in s1!!! But he is adorable isn’t he??? He’s the sun of my life I love him so much bless his gay heart
Anon said:I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW KUROO
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:I hope your happy you jelly bean! I started to watch boku no hero to understand the poly ship you ship. Now I can escape this hell cause I know I’ll read the manga next!
I actually am really damn happy!!!!! I hope you’ll enjoy it all till the very end if you do catch up, anon!! Come back and tell me who your fave is, once you’re done °O°
Anon said:Hinata forgot to spike the ball
HE DID I can’t believe that small adorable disaster of a boy how is he even still a regular oh my g O D I love him so much I can’t believe him what a good (mostly tho, he jumped like Hoshiumi holy FUCK I can’t wait to see that one work for him !!!)
Anon said:there’s a terushima week coming up soon?? might we see a cute bokuroteru maybe? :O
Since I’m literally just finding out about this, like, right now and the week starts in about three days or something I can’t really promise I will participate in it, anon ;;;—;;; I don’t have the time to plan for it at this point and in the same period there’s the bakushima week too (which I… still haven’t drawn anything for r I P) and !!!!! It’s just too little time BUT next month it’s polyship may!!! One prompt per day for the whole month and it’s all about polyships, I plan on drawing small doodles for all of them, or at least try, and bokuroteru will DEFINITELY be between the ot3s I’ll draw for!!!! I hope that’s good enough for you :( I’m actually so damn sad I just found out about this ;;;-;;;
Anon said:i think i’m in love with your art (especially youre bakushimanari and your bokuro to be honest !) because everytime i go on your blog i stay here for hours and hope it never end ! well, thank you for sharing all those cute art with us !! ♥
AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! I’m glad I can make you enjoy my lil blog that much??? This actually made me so happy oh my god (////▽////)
Anon said:How on Earth does Bakugou fit his giant bracers in the tiny briefcase thingy the school gives them to keep their costumes in, do you suppose?
The cases are bigger on the inside *doctor who theme playing in the distance* either that or he’s actually Mary Poppins, which wouldn’t be all that bad would it I’m laughing lmao
(when you think about it really huge costume pieces fit in a few other kids’ cases too - take Iida and Aoyama, or Kirishima’s gears, or Ochako’s arm pieces - so I’m just assuming the support kids are really really crafty… and Bakugou’s gauntlets can probs disassemble, he must take forever to gear up)
The real question here is why Hagakure needs a case at all
Anon said:now that i started reading bnha i appreciate your art alot more. I already loved your art even though i didnt know who all the character were who werent from voltron or hq
Ahhhhh thank you so much!!!!! I really really hope you’ll like the manga at least enough to keep reading, anon!!!
Anon said:I know it’s so rude but, is it somethin’ about Kuroo/Bakugou that makes Bokuto/Kirishima get hot to trot?
ANON I’m sorry but I can’t let myself answer even just vaguely nsfw asks - I just, even though I might have headcanons for these there is a certain line with nsfw I’m really not comfortable crossing and once you start answering this kind of questions it’s hard drawing that line and making it so that you’ll always be sure it will be respected and I just… really don’t want to get to the point where one day I’ll open my inbox and find something I’ll feel really uncomfortable with? Does that make sense??? aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! I hope you’ll understand ;;-;;
Anon said:Bokutitties. what even. Reminds me of the Shimada brothers (do you play Overwatch??) and their left nipple that is always exposed
I don’t, but most of my dash does so I get what you’re talking about lmao I can 100% assure you it was an accidental coincidence, anon haha
Anon said:okey okey do i was thinking about your art of bakugou being cold and shit and i. i came up with this idea like, what if baku is that sort of person who hates socks? so hell go complain to kirishima and or kaminari about being cold and theyll just go; …..put on some goddamn socks
!!!!!!!!!!!! Anon you wanna know the best thing about this? If you keep an eye out for all the times you can see Bakugou’s ankles in the manga it seems like he actually never wears socks I’ll cry forever your headcanon might as well be canon what a blessed moment 
Anon said:I see and accept your hero course sleeplessness and would like to raise it to the teachers giving puppet/shadow shows.
….you can’t make a shadow show without Tokoyami getting involved so I’ll assume he’ll find a way to wiggle into it too, and he’d bring Shouji with because his quirk could help - I bet my head you can’t have Aizawa participate even offering to pay him, and also that it probably started from Mic because he’s extra like that
most enthusiastic participants would be Snipe and Toshi, Cementoss would have no problems with it either and his quirk is handy for cool effects, Midnight is kind of live and let live about the whole deal but doesn’t mind stopping by to look at them making fools of themselves now and again - most of the students are like ???? why tho the first time because they aren’t kids anymore and there’s no reason for this, Iida though doesn’t even question sitting through the whole thing because it’s their teachers and it’s just the right thing to do, Izuku does the same but just because All Might, Ochako stays because Izuku and Iida stay, same for Todoroki, and if Ochako stays so does Tsuyu - Kirishima and Mina are the only actually enthusiastic ones out of Baku’s group but they got a way to bring all of the squad together for it anyway, Baku included, they’re noisy and pushy just enough for that… actually when I think about it in the end everyone would stay at least the first time for one reason or another , and then the show starts, and it’s with quirks and really out of scale on the special effects  with microphones and bgm and shifting stages and so on and this was supposed to help the students with sleeplessness but at this point it’s just the teachers having fun and together with them the kids as well no one goes to sleep any time soon when they put together a show lbr
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