#it's about how they unequivocally love each other but also realize that they're no good together

[stolligaseptember]

the way the new iwtv show is literally just a marriage deconstruction............ they're gonna enter their baby trap arc next episode, and i can't WAIT for them to enter their real divorce era it's going to be so fucking messy and so FUCKING delicious

[callsigncrash]

Ayo got another ask with a cute cat pic for context!

I'd like to see how your fav characters(yamori too ofc since he's the only one I actually know from the Cc'cs u write for TwT) would be with a s/o that mirrors them in daily stuff they do, like sitting, the way they walk and such(sometimes said s/o would even accidentally copy their handwriting if seeing them write for too long) and they do that bcz they're not that affectionate(or is just awkward when being affectionate) and that's their way of bonding

Basically this

Have a good cycle of 24 hours:3

Various Characters with an S/O Who Mirrors Them

This is so sweet! I’m sorry these are so short, I did have a lot of fun with them tho! I should have another one of your requests out tonight as well.

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Tokyo Ghoul

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Yamori

He finds it endearing. Naki tries to do this, to a rather annoying degree, so for you to be subtle about it is a good change.

He noticed the handwriting bit on one of the days he was going through paperwork. There was a slip that he didn’t remember writing. He was about to write himself off as crazy until he noticed a small deviation in the handwriting. It was your handwriting.

He notices that your sleeping and resting positions start to mirror his own. He finds it sweet.

When you start cracking your knuckles like him, he does get a little concerned. His reasons for doing so aren’t pleasant and are just out of trauma induced compulsions. In the end he decides that he doesn’t mind since you’re coming from a place of love. It makes him realize that he doesn’t have to associate it with pain anymore now that you’re here.

He also notices that you’re starting to do the same quick grin that he does. This gets him grinning more.

Naki

The king of mimicry getting mimicked? He’s so happy!

He mimics Yamori because he loves and admires him so when you start mimicking him, he’s just elated and thankfully, you now match that enthusiasm!

He notices that you start doing the same giddy mannerisms that he does when you’re excited.

You’re even developing a bit of his emotional streak, you don’t cry like he does though, you just get a bit more choked up than you usually would.

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The Boys

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Black Noir

He’s a quiet man but he’s got plenty of mannerisms that are so unequivocally him that it’s hard not to notice when you’re mimicking him.

You get quieter and more thoughtful like he does.

You start to stare off and situate yourself like he does.

He’s another one who finds it extremely endearing and personal. It’s another thing that cements your love for him in his mind.

He doesn’t bring it up but when he sees you start to doodle on papers more than you usually would, he gets really happy.

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Community

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Abed

He does the same already so mimicking each other’s mannerisms comes naturally. Neither of you realize that you do it until the study group points it out.

You start mimicking his subtle expressions and he starts mimicking how you sit and it goes from there.

You might unknowingly mimic Abed who’s mimicking Troy, who might be mimicking someone else in the group, etc.

Considering that he also struggles with affections, he considers this to be the peak of PDA. It’s like something out of a documentary…A documentary that he could make…Quick! Get the camera!

[thedragonagelesbian]

I just realized the durge number I did has already been done!! What about 13 instead 😶‍🌫️

<33333333333 (durge asks here!)

13. How does your Dark Urge feel about killing?

Ohhhhhh this is a good one I was hoping someone would ask

It feels bad.

I mean, it feels good, but it feels bad that it feels good. The game is pretty unequivocal about that: the only time durge doesn't feel like a diseased dying dog is when they're killing, which is euphoric by comparison. Cyrus tries to take as little pleasure in it as possible--I think his rage actually helps in that regard, numbing the mental effects of battle as much as the physical ones--but he also knows it's necessary sometimes, and he even finds himself reveling in it if he thinks the target deserves it. Of course, necessity & righteousness do little to ease the guilt that he might be indulging an appetite best left unsated.

Cyrus also has the Amulet of Lost Voices equipped and has a habit of talking to as many people killed by the party as possible. Just to know a little bit about them, their name at the very least. Just to remember, because there are so many other deaths he's forgotten.

ALSO THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME GUSH BECAUSE I LOVE D&D BUILDS I AM SUCH A MECHANICS NERD AND I ADORE EVERYTHING DURGE!CYRUS HAS GOING ON MECHANICALLY & NARRATIVELY

These are his current stats, plus AC 15 & 51 max HP (though he's basically never at max asodijfaf)

(Side note: I edited the Blood Hunter mod to use wisdom instead of intelligence for his class abilities, but I couldn't find where to change the saving throws...)

His build is built around catering to Whisper of the Divine's homebrew aasimar subrace: harbinger. Per the mod description, harbinger aasimar are all about sacrifice, bearing the weight of the world on their shoulders, portending doom... you know, classic Cyrus Hawke stuff, but also very appropriate for the Dark Urge as the harbinger of their father's plan to, you know, kill every living thing.

The subrace's two abilities reflect this accordingly: Mark of the Harbinger (triggers at half health to increase damage but you take half that damage in return, with a substantial auto heal when the effect ends) and Penance of the Sin Eater (bonus action to bamph out wings; nearby enemies have to save or take damage each turn & you deal extra damage to them but also take that damage).

The idea for Cyrus' build, then, is to (a) trigger Mark of the Harbinger as often as possible (b) while increasing his chances of surviving always hovering around/below half health.

Blood Hunter helps with the first goal, since rites and amplified blood maledicts inflict damage, and Order of the Ghost Slayer gives Cyrus an extra blood maledict. He has the Curse of Bloated Agony right now, which deals damage to an enemy for each attack they make. Extra damage to them, extra damage to Cyrus to activate it.

Barbarian helps with both. The extra HP is nice (side note 2: i miss hit dice... give me that d12 PLEASE), while unarmored defense and reckless attack make him a more viable target for enemies. I almost always wait to trigger rage until he's close to or below half health, since I want the full brunt of incoming damage to activate Mark of the Harbinger, and then it really helps to mitigate damage once he starts leaking HP left and right.

The. Less expected consequence of all of these things is that Cyrus' damage output is. Bonkers. If everything has triggered right (and it doesn't always happen; Penance, Rage, and Blood Curses all take bonus actions so it can be tricky to get everything firing when I want it to), his damage is 1d8 slashing + 1d4 radiant (rupturing blade) + 1d4 radiant/lightning (blood hunter rite) + 3 (STR mod) + 2 (dueling fighting style) + 2 (rage) + 3d4 piercing (mark of the harbinger) + 3d4 slashing (Penance of the Sin Eater) + ostensibly 1-7 turns of wrath from bloodguzzler garb. So, you know, between 17 and 52 damage each turn.

And he'll take 4d4 damage in return, but, hey, that's what he's good for, right?

[absolutezerotolerance]

Gruvians: It's just fiction! stop taking it so seriously! Also Gruvians: writes long metas on why the ship is brilliant, stalks accounts they were blocked by to bitch about said account not liking their ship, stalks posts they disagree with & vehemently reading the tags within each reblog of said posts & treats head canons such as a Gray liking Lucy & Erza first before Juvia as some sort of personal attack against them.

A large part of the GrUvia fanbase seems to be built on insecurity, and I think that for exactly the reasons you mentioned.

The GrUvia ship has come under a lot more scrutiny than most other ships in Fairy Tail, and I think it's resulted in them being completely unwilling to think about their ship in any kind of nuance.

One of our friends once mentioned that they don't support the ship in one of the most innocent ways possible, and it led to several days worth of battling with GrUvia fans and explaining her stance and why she was justified in her opinion. It got to the extent that she had to explicitly state that she would not be responding to any more asks because she didn't want her blog to become known for being anti-GrUvia. Just for stating an opinion. That is how quick the ship's fanbase are to anger.

You're either supportive and unequivocally good, or you're not and you must be attacked.

We've seen evidence that this has even extended over their ability to think critically about each other. We've received asks about how there is a psychologist in the GrUvia fanbase who thinks that the ship is healthy, and one of our admins was in the fandom when the whole GrUvia University thing went down. If I was a GrUvia fan, I would be disgusted by how they're treating people.

They cannot handle the idea that there is a space that exists in the Fairy Tail fandom that doesn't welcome them. Whenever we post things with the tagline "GRUVIA FANS: DO NOT INTERACT" we'd get at least 1 ask from a butt-hurt fan who could not find it in themselves to take our advise to block us and move on, and instead had tantrums after tantrums in our ask box.

(Hi, one of the other admins here popping in for just a second! Quick tw for a mention of stalking. I’ve been doxxed twice, I still get sent death threats, harrassed online, harassed in real life, and my stalker used this ship as an example of why I had to fall in love with him if he just kept trying. I personally am convinced that they’re too stupid to realize how hypocritical they are when they say don’t apply it to real life. Fiction always affects reality, even when it’s not blatantly obvious, and people really need to be more conscious of that and the fact that there are levels to it. A character’s favorite color may not have a big impact in real life, but normalizing abusive relationships has a massive negative impact, as seen by all the victims sharing their stories on this blog and those who share their stories elsewhere, because let’s face it, this nasty ship is not the only time an abusive relationship has been romantisized.

That being said, this does not mean all GrUvia shippers are stalkers/abusers. Fiction does affect reality, but that doesn't mean it controls reality. People have moral compasses, and sometimes they like to explore weird/amoral/dark things in fiction, and it's better to do that in ficiton than in real life. The problem lies within the fact that the vast majority of them that I have personally interacted with (<- reread the bold part and use your reading comprehension skills please) have been willing to doxx, harass, or abuse others. Pro-Juvia and Pro-grUvia shippers are notorious for these things, but some anti-Juvia and Anti-GrUvia people are too. The problem lies within the attitude of the shippers even more so than the ship itself. If we could both have conversations about it, with respect that neither side is going to change the other's thoughts and opinions, then the fandom would be a much happier and safer place.

Personally, I would love if we could just coexist and enjoy Fairy Tail together. Alas, it is not meant to be, hence the creation and necessity of this vent space)

On some level, I do feel bad for the GrUvia fanbase that they have to exist with so much scrutiny. But then I remember the content of the ship itself, and I genuinely think that they've only ever made it worse for themselves by being aggressive.

If the fandom was able to have discussions like this, to talk about ships through a critical lens and have an actual conversation about this, the ship would still be awful. But the fandom, itself, wouldn't be viewed as this group of people with the mental complexity of toddlers.

[thegeminisage]

76 for broken road please!!

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]? 

actually, most of what i wanted got into broken road! i'm really happy about that. there were only a few things i didn't quite have room for:

john & mary resolution. i left it pretty ambiguous so everyone could imagine their own ending, because i just couldn't decide what felt right. but it feels like a little bit of a cop-out, you know? ultimately though it was just out of the scope of this fic

and speaking of things out of the scope of this fic...since it's a fix-it fic, i was sad that i couldn't bring back eileen. they fridged her for absolutely NO reason whatsoever and i'm mad about it. like, yes, samwena is great and fun, but i like them equally as friends, and i LOVED sam and eileen...but it would have required SO much more work (and words!) to make it feel earned and this fic is already over the 100k limit

similarly, i would have liked to include pov from mary and sam, and go deeper into their issues with each other. it's a four-person family! john got time with sam, mary, and dean, and dean got time with sam, mary, and john, but by virtue of excluding these two povs they didn't get much meaningful stuff hashed out between themselves. again, this was due to size and scope. it would have been another 50k at least, maybe even another 100k. additionally, the bad guy of this story - michael - doesn't tie into their stories as well as he does with dean & john, so whatever work i did with them would not have had the climax that dean and john had. if anything, there needs to be some kind of roleswap broken road fic where we do the same thing with mary and sam but they're playing whack-a-mole with lucifer instead and eileen is the love interest that survives despite all odds. i'm never going to write it, so this is an open invitation, lol.

believe it or not, there was originally a scene where dean taught jack to play pool. in the original version of this fic, which was gen and not dean/cas (i thought i didn't have room, but after nov 5...), they left the bunker a lot more. (actually, by the end of writing it, i was a little frustrated with how little they seemed to need to leave it for all the melodrama to happen! i wish i could have varied my scenery more.) so, prior to the sex scene in ch3, when dean confides in cas about his complex feelings about john - this originally happened at a bar, or some other place with pool tables - maybe there was a pool table in the bunker, lol. dean would teach jack a few things about pool and talk to him about john. (this ultimately became the conversation they had during the hatchet man movies.) sam, mary, cas, and john would come in, and cas would jerk his head at dean so they could talk semi-privately at the bar or in the corner to tell dean how the mission went. john would move to teach jack how to hold a pool stick, cas would become alarmed, and dean would stop him from interfering. john would play Good Dad and teach jack a couple of tricks without doing anything horrible (i think at this point he either didn't know what jack was or was less bothered by it), and dean and cas would both relax. and then dean would go on to say the same things he said in ch3 about john being good to him, just...without the sex. that all got moved around - due to the urgency of dean's situation, which was necessary to build tension, we didn't have time for as many quiet moments like this. i replaced pool with hatchet man because it was necessary for dean to be restrained, and i love the hatchet man episode, and also because john going "we all do bad things sometimes" was in my opinion unequivocally hilarious. after i decided to do dean/cas after all, i instantly pictured this conversation moving to the car - you absolutely cannot have their first time be anywhere else - and that was that. history and memes were made.

thank you for asking actually!! that was so much more than i realized i still had in my brain, lol. i'm really happy that people still think about broken road so often after the fact, it makes me warm and fuzzy.

[ASK MEME]

[drbtinglecannon]

Hi, friend! 💖 I hope things have been looking a little brighter for you, and if not, I'm manifesting it for you!

Now, for the ships ask game... Ikesoren and Raeda? 👀

You're always so sweet ;__; the cats have been really good lately so that's been a positive, thanks for checking in!!!

Ikesoren & Raeda my beloved. They both mean so much to me

Ikesoren

1. What made you ship it?

Ok so funny story I actually unknowingly played RD before PoR (one of my older brothers bought it for another older brother so we didn't realize it was a sequel at first), so I had only the sequel's dynamic to go off of, and RD didn't have the in depth support system that PoR does. I did end up going back to play PoR right after beating RD and I think through the process of playing both games in order to do all the bonus shit to get Ike & Soren's secret ending conversation I was ride or die by that point. When I played RD the first time almost every support I paired up was based on aesthetic alone since there weren't actual convos & you could literally pair up anyone -- it was fucking lawless haha. Since I didn't have the previous knowledge of who had what rapports I got a TON of the pairs I made wrong based on what friendships/relationships I ended up liking best after playing PoR hahah! Ikesoren was unfortunately one of them

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Upon first glance you'd think they'd be an 'opposites attract' kinda dynamic but they're actually the same stone-faced smartass. I also love how Ike can't get an ending with a woman, it's either Soren or Ranulf, like the Tellius games really got an unequivocally gay Lord

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't really know what the popular opinions are, but based on fanart & fic I can recall seeing over the last decade or so, I don't like when Soren is portrayed as timid or shy. Like Soren's a bit of a bastard, even to Ike, he's not gonna get all 😳 around him, the neutral look of displeasure is his default expression even with the love of his life haha

Raeda

1. What made you ship it?

The second we saw Raine and could tell that was the kid Eda had her arms linked with from that S1 photo I was like "👀 ok ok finally learn that history!" Then Eda's smirk as she taunts "how are you supposed to be HeAd BaRd with stage freight?" I was like "omg snark, there's some bitterness but that's such a fond smile on her face" and then when they reunited? I was gone. By the time we saw the duet scene I was ride or die for Raeda. I genuinely believe we'll get a wedding montage at the end of W&D, or at least a kiss. Those two are extremely important to me

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

They hit every note! They're childhood friends, they were immediate best friends, they're equally chaotic despite appearances, they're exes, they've been carrying the torch for each other SINCE they broke up like 20yrs ago, they're both blushing messes around each other, the mutual pining, the fact they're older & grayer but still undeniably smitten with each other, they have their own flower that means "deception and graciousness" WHICH PERFECTLY SUITS THEM, Eda's a harpy & Raine's a monsterfucker! They just! Really mean a lot to me, getting to see old gray queer love combined with the chance to repair old relationships

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't really vibe with art that makes Raine look or dress a lot more femme than they present in the show or in Dana's art.

[allmydokkuns]

I had too many things going on today so y'all get some 3zunchengning downtime interaction ideas that have been kicking around my head to decompress. Might split it up into more than one post probably this is 3zun centric and already taking approximately forever to type

Da-ge and A-Yao play an almost neverending game of chess when they're both in a good place mentally and also in the same place and the same time. Chess happens to be one of the few activities da-ge and Huaisang both enjoy and do together and Meng Yao kind of got absorbed into that dynamic. Huaisang has two boards set up in his rooms in the Unclean Realm: one for his current game with da-ge and the other for san-ge. Meng Yao, on the other hand, keeps one board only and sets it up manually from memory every single time he plays with someone else. (It's a holdover habit of keeping what little space he was allotted clear and hating things taking up space that don't need to be out.)

Incidentally, once da-ge steps down so Huaisang can get a taste for holding the reins of Qinghe, he has the most time on his hands for teaching san-di and Wen Ning (and Xuanyu, once he's old enough) things that they never had the opportunity to learn. Riding, tracking, how to reduce almost any kind of game into nicely portioned edible bits, etc. He's also very insistent on any and all of his didi learning self-defense thoroughly, but avoids any mention of just why Huaisang's first act as sect leader was to make Mingjue take a vacation like the plague until Wen Ning, of all people, loses his patience with their da-ge and his blasé attitude about his impending death.

When da-ge, er-di and san-di are spending rare time free together, the outcome is never quite the same twice in a row. Once Xichen adopts Gusu Lan's orphans and they're acclimated to the sheer amount of extended family via sworn brotherhood they now have, 3zun often spends time with Xichen's kids, their collective nieces/nephews, etc. since Xichen is a Single Dad who worries he's messing up without knowing it, A-Yao's social meter isn't overextended with just the kids around, and they both really get a special kick out of seeing Mingjue allowing himself to relax and be drowning in children ranging from one-half to one-third his height. The kids love spending time with a-die, baba and bobo and feel very safe knowing three of the jianghu's most powerful men are in the same room.

When the kids are with someone else, what 3zun does with their time together depends. The closer it is in the year to the not-anniversary of Guanyin Temple/Mingjue's death, the more likely they are to quietly shut themselves in someone's rooms or private pavilion and spend the time entangled in each other in some way. (A-Yao asked at some point before they established this routine whether he should make himself scarce around that time. Xichen and Mingjue both shoot him down unequivocally. They all cry a little. No one mentions it after that.)

Er-ge and A-Yao on their own are much more likely to spend the time on a variety of pursuits. Sometimes it's poetry. Depending on the season and location, sometimes it's flower-viewing. Other times A-Yao quietly accompanies Xichen while he's painting or playing music, taking the time to read for pleasure or copy over works he likes/is interested in. They essentially use the time to indulge the more scholarly/artistic sides of themselves. Alternatively, A-Yao plans small outings to night markets or festivals and whisks Xichen away from his worries for a few hours, or if they've had a particularly bad time of it lately, they curl up together in a peaceful spot. Tea and snacks are mandatory, observations about their mutual acquaintances delivered in A-Yao's signature barbed pleasantries an occasional guest. ("A-Yao, have you perhaps been spending a lot of time with da-ge and Wanyin lately? It's almost as if they're here speaking to me..." / "Forgive me er-ge, I never realized how much it burdened you to be reminded of da-ge and our husband. Perhaps this san-di should endeavor to emulate Yao-zongzhu instead?")

Da-ge and er-di rarely get a chance to spend time purely by themselves, but when they do it's more likely because somebody somewhere found cause for a nighthunt requiring their Sects' special skillsets than it is due to coincidence, at least right after Sunshot. Da-ge conceded to training with Baxia less but refuses to abandon her altogether, so it's not uncommon to find the two sparring when they get the chance at all, blades optional. After Wen Ning lost his temper with Mingjue, he took his Didi's collective concerns to heart and started devoting time to research his family's history and qi deviation. This puts him in Gusu more often than not to take advantage of the Library there, and has the happy side effect of Xichen's kids getting to see their bobo more often. Jingyi is especially ecstatic about this, since Mingjue usually has cool stories or hidden snacks, and is almost always down to be covered in tiny Lan children.

[starsuh]

do re mi | myg

featuring. min yoongi x reader | 3.2k

summary. while teaching you how to play piano, min yoongi realizes that his dumbass might have feelings for you after all.

genre. fluff | f2l | roommate!au | mutual pining

warnings. a quarter-life crisis and a soft make-out scene at the end

Amongst Min Yoongi's many talents, his sixth sense of knowing when something was bothering you was the one that most oft caught you off guard. Whether it was the intensity in which you slammed a door shut, or the way in which you didn't choose to annoy the fuck out him like you did every other day of the week; he would notice each time. It was only clockwork that he tentatively wrapped his arm around your shoulders when you had collapsed against the couch with perceptible chagrin.

"What's up?" he asked, a simple question that often entailed a more than complicated answer. Peering down at your tightened features, he awkwardly patted your shoulder as if to make known that silence would be just as valid of a reply.

You ran your hands through your face. "I don't know,” you said. If you did, you would've told him, just as you told him everything. Though the pair of you had began as merely two people who happened to be roommates because there were no other affordable options, spending months watching Netflix with another person tends to lead to friendship — even best-friendship, though neither of you had established such a title. It was the kind of friendship that needn't clarification, rather it was just another unequivocal fact amongst many.

After kicking off your shoes (Yoongi would scold you for that in a less emotionally-turbulent time), you pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them in a ball-like manner. "It's really fucking lame but I’m just realizing some things,” he nodded, prompting you to continue. "I'm scared of the future, I think. I mean, everyone is, but when our prof was talking about internships and shit earlier I kind of freaked out then decided that hiding in the bathroom was the best option.”

In his gaze was a reassurance so intent that you had to look away lest you become ensnared in it. He oft had that effect, increasingly so throughout the past few weeks. "What about it?"

Your eyes fluttered closed as you took a deep breath. “I think I know what I want to do, but then I see other people, people like you, who are so passionate about their place on Earth that to not do that thing would be a fate worse than death. Like, I love the path that I’m on but there’s always a voice that’s telling me I’m gonna fuck something up and regret everything.” You played with the loose threads of your top, pulling at the offending stitching. You laughed. “This is so stupid. I guess I’m just realizing that I might not be cut out for it.”

His sudden silence filled the room so heavily that you began to wonder if you shouldn’t have said anything at all. Gears turned behind the messy black mop atop his head that hung over his eyes; a face similar to the one he makes when contemplating a new track he had produced, seeking for each of its flaws and corresponding solutions.

It was so sudden when he reached down to grab your hand that you almost jumped. An inch away from falling onto his chest with the sudden upwards tug, you steeled yourself. "I'll show you something," he said to which you replied with a questioning stare. "It'll just be a sec, c'mon."

You allowed him to drag you to his bedroom, though not without glaring at the back of his head and whining. "Your room smells like Cheetos and day-old boxers."

He rolled his eyes. "I cleaned it this morning, so shut up."

He pushed the door closed with his hip, never once letting go of your hand until he unceremoniously shoved you towards the left end of the keyboard bench. You wiped the accumulated hand sweat against the rough fabric of your jeans, both thankful yet forlorn that he had let go. His was a comfort rarely given and you craved his affection the way one did with a cat that ignored those around it.

He reached down to plug the extension into the socket. "Can I play you something?"

You blinked, unsure if the nervous tone laced in the question was figment or reality. “What?”

He gave you a blank stare though it didn’t distract you from the way his hands fidgeted in his lap. “I said, can I play you something? Something I wrote?”

Impatient, he didn’t give you a second glance or a moment to reply before his hands flew across the board, pulling melodies out of the nooks and crannies of its black and white keys. Through every note, he told you of emotion, of love, of heartbreak and melancholy. You don't think you had ever understood what music was until then. It was more than his expertise, though he was quite the expert; it was the way his eyes closed at certain shrills and the way his shoulders hunched at others, the way he slammed harder into the keys and at other parts softer. He played like a poet. A writer. And you refused to be someone who didn't appreciate it for what it was: a story told to you.

The slight smirk gracing his soft features told you that he found amusing the way your mouth gaped open in shock. You’d only ever heard the distant echoes of his sound from behind closed doors as you walked past.

Yoongi had never played for you before, was even shocked that he was able to now, knowing that your mere presence in close proximity provided quite the distraction.

When he stopped, the air almost rang in its silence, as if you had forgotten what the world sounded like without his music in it. The hush blanket laid across the room felt bare and vulnerable. You understood now more than ever why he locked himself within the confines of his space in all hours of the day. If you could live in his symphonies, you would.

"Wow.” Because what else could be said? "That was... Yoongi, you're amazing."

His smirk remained, though as more of a mask to hide softer feelings behind. "Must've been if you're complimenting me for once.”

"Because you already have a ginormous ego."

He began playing once more. This time, a slow and deceptively simple melody. The chords were arrows tightly strung that flew through the air in wisps of smoke. To you, its warmth was paralleled to the feeling of his own beside you, his arm occasionally brushing yours as he reached to play a few lower keys.

"I think you're taking it too seriously," he said. "The future, I mean."

Your brows furrowed. "I kind of have to, dude."

He rolled his eyes but kept playing, occasionally glancing at you as he did so. "What I mean is," he pressed softly against the keys in the left end of the piano, their tenor notes filling your ears. "You need to calm down. Like this," the already soft melody slowed. "You know what you want, don't you? Why are you hesitating?"

You stilled, the feeling of being both caught and scolded grounding you in time. Your eyes focused on his hands to avoid the feeling of his analyzing gaze on the side of your face. “There are things I want to accomplish but there’s also things I want to have,” you groaned in exasperation. “I don’t know if I should choose the former or the latter but they’re so entangled that I can’t even tell which is which anymore.”

"Some things are only difficult if you think they're difficult." He looked down at the keys. "Like playing the piano, everyone knows that learning it is hard but something like this-" he played three chords in succession. "-sounds simple, right?" He continued to play those same chords until they blended together in a single melodious breeze. "But when I was a kid, learning piano was the bane of my twelve year old existence. I hated it so much because my impatient ass wanted to be good without trying. So, in true dumbass fashion, I quit taking lessons after two weeks."

You tilted your head towards him. “How did you learn then?"

“Well, I realized I was being a huge pussy and went back." Shaking his head before the glaze of the memory could wash over, he nodded towards you. Grabbing your hand, he placed them over the keys. “Can I teach you a chord?”

Your heart spiked in one fell swoop. “What? And embarrass myself in front of the music god himself?"

He laughed and it lit up his eyes brighter than the screen of his laptop that he had forgotten to shut off, still on the League of Legends home screen. “I told you, it's only hard if you think it is."

Too flustered to argue, you could only watch as he directed your fingers towards the correct keys until three were stretched towards their respective positions. C Major. You wondered if he could hear the rapid pace of your heart through the vibrations on your skin from where his larger hand rested atop your own. You could only pray to any god who would listen that he didn’t.

Among the numerous feelings that bubbled beneath your chest, the sudden pinch of ice that struck your nerves as he lifted his palm away from yours was one that you were the most unsure of. Filing that thought away for later, you focused on the most important task at hand: avoiding looking like an idiot in front of Min Yoongi.

Before you could retreat, your hands pressed down.

A sudden burst of sound filled the silence that you hadn't realized had grown so deafening. Your eyes widened as if you hadn't expected the chord to occur despite Yoongi's administrations, like trying to guess a passcode and getting it correct in a miraculous feat of luck. The now fading sound was not like anything you were expecting, though you knew even monkeys could do what you had just done. It was an actual piece of the puzzle that was music rather than the CD case or paper bag that had come with it.

Likened to an excited pup, you looked towards him for praise or assurance that you had done it right only to catch his already grinning countenance at your widened eyes.

For the next half hour he taught you two other basic chords, never failing to correct you in such a patient manner that your heart rose and fell with each glance and soft appraisal.

"But sometimes," he grinned. "Sometimes you need to stop thinking."

Your brows furrowed, though you didn’t need more than a few seconds to understand his cryptic wording before you yelped, almost flying off your seat at the abrupt disruption of the peace.

He began smashing his hands against the piano, creating the worst orchestra your ears had ever had the pleasure to hear. Overcoming the shock, both of yours laughs bubbled out, drowned by the keyboard speakers. Without a second thought, you joined, key smashing against the lower end. Together, you created an ear-grating masterpiece of cacophonous noise and piercing melody, yet it was still one of the most beautiful things you’d ever heard.

Yoongi began cheering your name like the greatest hypeman in existence as you gave the most effortful performance of your life, hands pressing against the first keys you saw to the last. You didn't know what you were doing but it didn't matter, not when he was smiling with his gums on full display as you went with your gut for the first time in years. Yoongi, the boy whose hands crafted magic, whose words changed you, whose music moved you. Yoongi, who looked at you and saw past your forced pretensions and society-enforced perceptions.

You laughed until your lungs ached for air, having not even realized that your whole body leant against his as you tried to catch your breath.

"Oh my god, I think my ears are broken," you covered them, finally dragging your hands away from the keys.

His grin widened. “You're a quick learner."

“Is this the part where I say that it's because you're a good teacher?"

“Only if you're polite, which we know you aren't." He hadn't stopped smiling and you had never felt prouder of any accomplishment in your entire life. “Was I able to distract you?"

You laughed, bringing your hands back to your lap to fiddle with them. He's seen you wear the same ramen-stained hoodie three days in a row with hair just as ratty yet you had never more felt exposed. “I’d say yes but I think I’ve exceeded my Yoongi compliment limit for the day."

"And here I was thinking that that compliment limit was zero."

"Hey," you playfully knocked against his shoulder. "I always say your breakfast is good."

He knocked against you back, his eyes turnt to half-moons. "That's because you want to brainwash me into cooking for you everyday with half-assed compliments."

"Or maybe," you lightly leaned against his hoodie-covered shoulder. "It's because I like eating breakfast with you."

He paused, and a grin that could only be described as shy graced his features. He tapped against the keyboard but didn't press hard enough to allow a sound to be let out.

"I trust you," he said in the silence. "That you can follow your heart. Even if that sounds corny as fuck, I really believe it."

You smiled, something you've been doing more and more often with him around. "I'll try," you said, watching as he contemplated his next words with a bite of his bottom lip. Giving him time, you glanced back at the piano. "Is it really that simple?" You pressed on a key.

He finally looked up. "I think so," he played the key beside the one you had just pressed, the side of it touching yours. "Even if it doesn't sound right to other people, who's to say that random key smashing isn't music? When you think you're supposed to play a certain way, that's when you hesitate. Even when you fuck up a piece," he pressed another key. "Regretting it doesn't stop the echo."

He began to play another soft melody, leaving you just as entranced as you were the first time he did.

“I’m a hypocrite, though,” he closed his eyes, lightly scoffing. “Giving you advice that I can’t even take.”

Your voice came out in a whisper. “Why?”

“Because...” He took a deep breath, hands leaving the keyboard as he fully turned to you. “I like you," he said it like it were a fact you should've already known. “I... I like you. A lot. I can't remember when you stopped being my annoying roommate who'd hog the fridge space and became the annoying roommate who I couldn't stop writing songs about. Before I could even realize and stop myself, today’s me kept looking forward to tomorrow’s you. I’d be a hypocrite to tell you to stop hesitating about the things in your life while I spent every second of every day wondering whether I should tell you my feelings and ruin our friendship.”

For if there was anything Yoongi knew more than most was that love was fucking stupid. It caused people to be irrational, selfless, and weak-hearted, yet why did he want to forget the stupidity that came with it whenever you walked into the kitchen for breakfast, hair messy and shirt tousled?

Love was fucking stupid. But maybe he could be an idiot if it meant that you'd be stupid for him too.

“I know you don't feel the same way but I just needed to tell-" you kissed him before he could finish what was sure to be a sentence so ridiculous that even the most astute of linguists would be left baffled. He was Min Yoongi. The boy who spent all day locked in his room making music and playing games with his friends. The roommate who'd wake up early just to cook you breakfast. The friend who knew you better than you knew yourself. The man who you'd found yourself falling for with every gummy smile. Yoongi. It had always been Yoongi.

And he was kissing you back.

His lips were as warm as the hands that carefully wrapped around your hips, gently pulling you closer to him. He kissed the way he played, soft and thoughtful.

Pulling away, he whispered your name slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. Never before had your name ever felt so wonderful a one. His forehead pressed against yours, eyes flickering between yours in disbelief. The hand around your waist tightened as if in fear that at any moment you might say that you hadn't meant to give him what had to be the best moment of his life -- that you had actually accidentally fallen on him and he had simply been mistaken.

"You're an idiot," you laughed. "I've liked you since the first time you've cooked me breakfast if the heart eyes I gave you each time weren't already a dead giveaway."

He shuffled in his seat. "You have low standards then," he said. "Or are in desperate search for a house-husband."

You smiled, your nose brushing against his. "Maybe, a bit of both."

He leaned away from you, eyes lit up in a euphoria that didn't hinder from his nervous cadence. "Actually, that song I played for you? Earlier?” You’d never seen him blush before. “I, maybe, composed it thinking of you.”

"A personal chef, jester, and composer? I think I'm winning."

His nose crinkled. "You know you can still back out, right?"

"You're acting as if I'd even want to."

"Stupid songs like that... I suck at love yet I still want to give you everything," he whispered, voice hoarse. "But my everything will still only amount to that."

"If that's your everything,” your hands interlocked with his. “Then your everything is more than enough."

"I like you," he murmured the confession between your lips as if it were clandestine, the urge to say it a million times more bubbling up from his chest. Though stronger than his urge to say it was his urge to hear you say it back.

Your lips met his completely. Perfectly. "I like you, too."

Pulling away once more you couldn't help but laugh at the reddened color of his cheeks and ears. Cutting away at the awkward and still unsure tension, he inched backwards with a startlingly loud clap of his hands. "Now that that's settled, can we go back to making out? This corny shit is so awkward."

"I can't believe I like you," you groaned but kissed him back anyway.

While there was nothing in your life that you could be sure of, you knew that the man whose smile could light up the entire city of Seoul would be there for you for every step, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[renaerys]

I know in BTM the guys are estranged at the moment (*tear*) but in the sequel as they start to repair their relationship will the apologies be from all of them? I know that in BTM it ended with Brick causing a lot of emotional damage which he did need to apologize for however imo I feel like all of them owe each other an apology. It's obvious they don't get each other and there's been underlying tension brewing for years. Boomer and Butch don't get that Brick wasn't controlling all the time because he necessarily wanted to be but because he had to in order to ensure their survival. They're products of shit parenting and because of it the oldest sibling had to step up and become an adult way before his time. As as result he wasn't there for his brother's the way they needed. He supported them financially but was never there emotionally. He was dismissive of their feelings and internal struggles. Basically miscommunication from all ends. Brick doesn't get his brothers and they don't get him. I know in the sequel after all the angst and tension dissipates they'll have that hallmark worthy reconciliation we all can't wait for but what I'm hoping is that in the uncomfortable conversation that needs to had. Not only are the apologies coming from all of them because they all owe each other that(though it mostly should come from their "parent") but most importantly they at the end they come out of it with an actual understanding of each other and a real brotherhood with no toxicity or lack of boundaries running rampant. Love your work. Looking forward to the sequel. I had to get this out because it was a nagging thought in the back of my mind for awhile now.

Thank you so much for reading Beyond This Morning! I’m always delighted to hear from readers. This is going to be a long answer, but it’s extremely important to me that these points make sense and are heard. You’re right that the brothers’ relationship will be more of a focus in the sequel. However, I want to be clear: Butch and Boomer do not owe Brick anything, not an apology and not their forgiveness. I think you may have missed some of the point of the emotional climax of BTM, so I’ll try to explain it here.

“Boomer and Butch don't get that Brick wasn't controlling all the time because he necessarily wanted to be but because he had to [sic] in order to ensure their survival.”

That’s not true. In Chapter 14, Boomer admits in his POV that he understands exactly why Brick did what he did, and how he will always be grateful for the sacrifices he made. That’s not at issue. What is at issue is Brick’s subsequent treatment of his brothers over the years since they left Mojo’s care. It was Brick’s choice to be a controlling asshole, just as much as it could have been his choice not to be that way. For example, Boomer flat out tells him that four years ago, he didn’t need Brick’s money, he needed emotional support and understanding when he was going through a difficult time after breaking up with Bubbles. But Brick never asked what Boomer wanted four years ago, or even what really happened. Instead, he threw money at him and threw a tantrum, and Boomer realized that there was no way he could leave Brick because Brick was no good on his own. This is emotional manipulation by a person with more power and authority in the relationship (Brick) at a time when the party with less power (Boomer) was in an emotionally and financially vulnerable place. That was all Brick’s choice to make, which you can piece together through the various hints and foreshadowing through the fic up until that confrontation in Chapter 14. It was also Boomer’s choice to stay because, and this is a little fucked up but realistic imo, Boomer loves his brother and let that behavior slide at the time for the sake of preserving the relationship. But the confrontation in Chapter 14 is the breaking point when Boomer has had enough and will no longer put up with Brick’s toxic behavior. 

By contrast, another choice Brick makes is to let Butch leave Townsville to join the military overseas. Butch talks to Buttercup about this in Chapter 8 when they are talking about what it means to be a leader. Letting Butch go was a choice Brick made because, as Butch tells Buttercup outright, they both knew Butch would never learn unless he experienced leading and failing himself. This too is a type of manipulation by Brick, but like Boomer in the above example, it’s a manipulation Butch fully understood and went along with to get what he wanted and needed. And of course, Butch comes back in the end because he was always going to come back. That’s the relationship the brothers have, for better and for worse. They stick together. Brick demands blind loyalty from both of them, as Boomer said, and yet he manipulates and controls them to his own ends. Sure, he does this out of a sense of love and loyalty himself, but it is grossly misguided and often executed for the wrong reasons.

“They're products of shit parenting and because of it the oldest sibling had to step up and become an adult way before his time. As [sic] as a result he wasn't there for his brother's [sic] the way they needed. He supported them financially but was never there emotionally. He was dismissive of their feelings and internal struggles.”

You’re right about Brick’s behavior here, but not for the reasons you stated. When Brick got them out of Mojo’s house when they were 16? Yeah, that was him making a difficult choice to ensure his brothers’ survival, using the tools he had at the time and doing what he thought was the best thing he could have done. Boomer explicitly tells the reader how he and Butch understand that sacrifice, how they are grateful for it, and how they will never forget the solid Brick did them for as long as they live. But that is the past. None of it excuses or absolves Brick’s subsequent behavior up until the present, which included controlling, manipulating, and being emotionally unavailable to his brothers and to pretty much everyone else. Having shitty parents may explain, but in no way excuses, absolves, or forgives a person’s terrible treatment of others. That kind of thinking harms real life people who are the victims of this type of toxic treatment. I made an effort in BTM to call this out. I will make an effort in the sequel to show how people who genuinely want to make positive changes in their lives might go about doing that.

Brick’s shitty treatment of his brothers is not the product of a “miscommunication from all ends”. It is squarely a product of his own bad choices, which are informed but in no way excused by his troubled upbringing. In the sequel, I will examine the steps Brick chooses to take to make positive changes in his life. I will show how his brothers react to that effort he makes, and how it might improve their opinion of him. But I will also be extremely clear that they are under no obligation to forgive him, and how that has nothing to do with Brick’s decision to try to be better anyway because that is what it means to grow and be a good person. I think Brick as he will appear in the sequel does deserve empathy, patience, and understanding for the work he does on himself, and I am interested in showing that journey for him as he rebuilds his support system. Many people who put in the effort to be a better person deserve that chance to build new relationships and move forward. But they are not entitled to the forgiveness of their past victims, no matter how much progress they make. 

All that said, I am very glad you sent me this Ask. I suspect that there are others with similar views or questions that were raised here, and it’s very important to me that you all understand the type of story I’m telling. There are a lot of stories out there that do apologize for Brick’s shitty behavior, that ignore it, that even romanticize or glorify it. And yeah, they’re just stories and people can write what they want. I’m not here to police anyone or ruin their fun. But stories don’t exist in a vacuum, and media and culture are reflections that inform and influence each other. For me and my fics specifically, it’s important to me that I do my best to tell a story that calls out bad behavior unequivocally and holds that behavior accountable, even if the character exhibiting that bad behavior is the hot, cool love interest. Perhaps even more so because of that, since that’s a Venn diagram with a lot of crossover in general. I do not think I’ve done a perfect job, far from it. I don’t think I haven’t made mistakes (I know I have). But I work closely with my beta, I talk to other writers whose work I admire, and I listen to smart, feminist people whose opinions I respect. I use everything I glean from them to try to write a story that is sensitive to these types of topics. I’ll keep working to improve, as I think all creators should. 

[samwpmarleau]

Can you please do a Aegon and Rhaenys vs Jon fic about them hating, tolerating and then growing fond of each other as siblings? I love your fics, they're amazing.

Another anon asked: You’re an amazing writer! I love all your AU’s with rhaenys. Could you do one with Jon Snow and rhaenys? Kinda angsty but not too sad

His whole life, the fact that he has half-siblings is little more than a nebulous idea to to him. That those half-siblings are royals, that one of them sits the Iron Throne while he’s a bastard in Winterfell is nearly impossible to wrap his head around. He knows who his parents were, and he knows that he shares one of them with the king and princess, and he knows that there must be thousands of people with royal blood in Westeros, yet still he thinks surely there must be a mistake. Lyanna Stark being his mother he can comprehend; he has her look, Uncle Ned says so all the time. Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen being his father, however…

For fourteen years, he more or less tries to pretend they don’t exist. It’s easier that way. And then one day Ned tells them all that he received a letter, one sealed with a three-headed dragon.

“King Aegon will be making a progress to the North,” he says. Normally stoic, Jon can see the uncertainty in his uncle’s face and knows he’s remembering the war he so rarely talks about. “He says he has made progresses elsewhere in the realm but as he reaches his age of majority a year hence, he wishes to have seen every kingdom before he becomes sovereign over them all. Princess Rhaenys will be accompanying him.”

“The queen?” Aunt Catelyn asks.

Ned skims the text again and shakes his head. “It makes no mention of her.”

Jon can’t tell whether Catelyn is relieved or disappointed. Queen Elia had allowed Ned to live, but she had also executed Catelyn’s father. Though Jon does not doubt she would have been the pinnacle of politeness had the queen chosen to come along, he wonders what her internal feelings would have been.

Sansa begins effusing about how exciting it will all be, and then the rest of his cousins chime in with comments of their own, but Jon stays silent. Will he be expected to keep himself out of sight during their visit? Probably. He’s still a bastard, after all, never mind who his kin are. He wonders if this is how the illegitimate children of previous kings had felt. Caught between wanting to be included, and wanting to be ignored.

He ultimately refrains from being in the crowd that greets them, but it turns out not to matter. After the feast, Princess Rhaenys corners him in the yard, appraising him much like she might a pebble in her shoe.

“So you’re the bastard,” she sneers. “You don’t look like much.”

It’s true enough. He’s no Robb or, so he’s heard, his uncle Brandon who’d died before he was born. He searches his half-sister for any resemblance, but there is little to be found. Not in her Martell coloring nor her undeniable beauty, nor the imperious way she holds herself, not even the slope of her nose or the thickness of her hair. They are as different as the earth from the sky. Not that he’d resembles King Aegon either.

“It’s said I have Lord Eddard’s look.”

“Your mother’s, you mean,” says the princess. “Hard to believe my father set off a civil war for you.”

The anger in him rises enough to want to fire off a retort, but then he notices something in her voice that he hadn’t before. There isn’t just disdain for him, although that’s there too, but hurt. It’s not Jon she’s furious with. It’s a revelation that nearly knocks him off his feet. He could never say it to her face, of course, but realizing that he’s the primary object of her resentment not only because of his existence but because their sire is long dead, it’s a heady feeling.

“Yes, Your Grace,” he answers. “I could not say why.”

“I know why,” she says, but she doesn’t elaborate. Honestly, he doesn’t much care. If she knew anything about his mother, he would beg her for information, no matter how cruelly she said it, but Prince Rhaegar he would rather forget. She looks him up and down once more, scoffs, then strides off with a swish of her skirts. She doesn’t say another word to him for the rest of the trip.

The wedding is in King’s Landing, though he’s heard there would be another, much smaller, ceremony in the godswood later as well. He had almost decided to stay behind–he has little interest in the capital–but Robb has been as close as a brother their entire lives, and he can’t miss something like this.

And…well. Rhaenys may despise him, but she’s still his sister, and is about to become his good-cousin on top of that.

Uncle Ned initially wants to do the same as Jon, as he had when they went south for King Aegon’s wedding (the others, that is; Jon had elected to not darken their doorsteps), but both Robb and Aunt Catelyn had coerced him out of that decision. He doesn’t speak much on the way down, and so it is Aunt Catelyn who takes control.

(Robb is a nervous bundle of energy the entire way, but a happy one.)

The capital is expansive, and the architecture much different from the North’s, but the smell is awful and altogether it’s about what he expected. It is Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard who greets them at the gates; he’s unequivocally the most handsome man Jon’s ever seen, and beside him he hears Sansa breathe in an audible gasp. Bran stares up at him in awe, not for his appearance but for his position, and Jon’s reminded of how much his cousin has always desired to be a member of the realm’s most prestigious order of knights.

“Come,” says Ser Jaime genially.

As Robb’s family, they’ve been given rooms in Maegor’s Holdfast–even Jon. He wonders whose decision that had been. Probably Robb’s. Perhaps even the king’s, who has been neutrally cordial to him.

It’s a beautiful ceremony, he has to admit, and he is pleased to see Rhaenys giddy, something she certainly hadn’t been the last time he saw her. It is surprising to all when Robb is approached with a golden coronet not by the High Septon, but by the queen.

“This was my father’s crown,” she says. “You will be not only the consort to a princess of the realm, but a princess of Dorne. So long as you treat my daughter with the same regard as my father did for my mother, it is yours.”

Robb swears to do just that, and Queen Elia reverently places the crown on his head. It is bizarre to see Robb with such an adornment, but he knows that Rhaenys’s status matters not to him.

Afterwards, they stand on the marble plaza of the Great Sept to accept congratulations from all the courtiers, and although Jon is hesitant, the voice in his head convinces him to join them. Robb is your blood, and so is Rhaenys.

Robb hugs him like a brother, and Jon next moves to Rhaenys. “I wish you both well.”

He had thought they’d turned over a new leaf at the tourney a few years back when he’d crowned Queen Elia, but her face falls nonetheless. He starts to move on, figuring she intends to say nothing, but then she touches his arm, ever so briefly. “Thank you,” she says. She glances at Robb and her smile reappears. “I have found happiness.”

“I am pleased to hear it, Your Grace.”

She pauses a moment, then replies, “Rhaenys. It seems we are cousins now, you may as well call me by my name.”

We’re siblings, too, he almost says, but doesn’t. The concession–for he knows that’s what it is–is what he has longed for since he was a child. “Yes, it seems we are.”

They never become…close, exactly, but between her own softening and Robb being their shared kin, there grows a tenuous truce between them. He has been on good terms with Aegon for a long while now, but Rhaenys had always been a tougher nut to crack, she who still remembers having sole possession of their father’s attention before everything went wrong. Before Jon.

She even reluctantly allows him to hold her first child when they visit Winterfell, a girl who is the very image of a Martell, save for the eyes that, while darker than Robb’s, are unmistakably blue. His niece, though Jon doesn’t say that. He had held Aegon’s babes, too, yet somehow it is Rhaenys’s approval that remains the thing he most desires.

The Ironborn mount a rebellion not long after Aegon passes reform that would severely limit the ability for their raiding parties, and the North sends troops to aid the crown’s forces, troops that Jon joins in part to fight at Robb’s side. Robb’s, and Aegon’s. Many had discouraged the king from participating, but he had declared that a sovereign should not send his people to fight battles he is unwilling to fight himself, and if he should fall he has an heir who could succeed him.

Somehow, they all survive the war, though not without casualties; fortunately, far more for the Ironborn than for the crown. It isn’t conscious thought on Jon’s part to take a blow to the chest for Aegon, yet take it he does. Later, after Aegon himself bestows a knighthood upon him and they return to the capital, Rhaenys pulls him aside.

“You saved my brother’s life. Thank you.”

“He’s my brother, too,” Jon points out, “and the king.”

He expects her to qualify his words, but she doesn’t; instead, she bites her lip then kisses him on the cheek, so quickly he has to convince himself it happened at all.

“I’m glad you’re all right,” she says. “I—I’d never thought how it would feel to…to lose two brothers.”

She runs off after that without looking back, and it takes a week for Jon to stop smiling.

[franeridart]

So Bakugou and Todoroki's hero names didn't get decided early on I think because they're each gonna get their own little mini arcs that get em to decide them, but I kinda wanted to know your opinion on what they might end up being? 'Course they'll probably be derived from future plot that we don't know right now, but I wanted to ask anyway!

!!!! I’ve never really thought about Todoroki’s, tbh? So I have no clue, honest, but as far as Bakugou goes I’ll keep on holding onto Ground Zero until Horikoshi officially and unequivocally tells me he 100% definitely scrapped it, my friend - it’s such a cool name??? I read it and I nearly cried when I realized that probably it’s not gonna be his actual hero name rip

Anon said:You need to draw Bok.uro more (i love them so much,(you to of course)

I’m sure you didn’t mean anything bad by this ask anon, but as I’ve said more than once I really, really don’t like the word need. I don’t need to do anything, no one’s paying me for this. When I’ll want to draw more bokro it’ll for sure happen, so don’t worry about that~

Anon said:Would you read Bobata x Terushima fanfics? Do you know any??

I would! But last time I checked there were none *sob* do you know any? °u° if you do I’m all ears!!

Anon said:asdfghjklajhsns mirit.ama is adorable thEY’RE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AHHHH i love them a lot,,,

I K R they’re so soft and pure!!!! Such a good couple I love them so much !!!!!

Anon said:Since most of what you post is such simple arts, I find myself forgetting a lot that your a really skilled artist, and I sort of get this shock like ‘what the fuck Frans amazing’. I really got that when you posted that drawing with Monoma getting scared by kuroiro, the one you posted a while ago with witch Kaminari, and the recent tododeku fight one.

I’m ???? dying ???? This ask slayed me??? Oh my god thank you so much I’m not sure I deserve such praises yet but!!!!! BOI this just made my whole week!!! Thank you!!!!!

Anon said:idk how you feel about bakus.hin but pls read coffee can and energy drinks bc it’s super cute and convinced me to ship it also the characters are on point 👌

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … sorry anon but I don’t ship Bakugou with anyone that doesn’t like him, and the one time Shinsou interacted with him he really didn’t seem to like him…….. #rip maybe one day I’ll try the fic, tho! Thank you for the rec!!!

 Anon said:I just wanted to say because of your wonderful art you have converted me to watching boku no hero academia!!!! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you’ll like it, then!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:I definitely smile when reading Teacher Bakugou comic Fran XD i just like it very much like the kids went to being scared and go to adored him and i just like that the kids will defend him from others and the way he just casually broke the window just to get to class in time :) There this hc i read can’t remember where but it said that Bakugo will adress his student by insult like fuckmunch (?) and will change it everyday and like the kids will just remember it (sorry for the bad english)

Anon said:I’m dying because of Bakugou-sensei AU?????? IT’S SO AMAZING!!!! You always kill me with your AUs, so unfair hahahah I’m in love with the idea of Bakugou being a beloved teacher because I think he already suffers too much on the canon series (seriously, he needs a break and a hug ffs). Anyways, I just love it really much 💜💜💜💜💜

I’M SO SO HAPPY YOU BOTH LIKED IT OMG!!!!!!!!!!! *O* I know it’s a pretty unlikely possibility but he’s the only one in canon who actually took on the role of teacher at some point? And Kirishima did pass his exams so he can’t be too bad at it either!! The possibility of him actually enjoying it makes me so happy hahaha

Anon said:Your little note about “Maybe it’ll make you smile” under the teacher Baku is- I’m- I’m going through a bad depressive episode and it really did make me smile so thanks

*holds you* I’m glad I could make you smile at least for a bit, then! And I’m so so sorry you’re not feeling alright, right now ;-; I hope today’ll be a better day, for you

Anon said:ILOVEYOU

ILOVEYOUTOO!!!!!!

Anon said:Fraaan another AWESOME comic !!! Another baby doodle !!! just !!! my heart !!! can’ t take it !!! aaaaaah !!! they’re soo cute. Ashido just eating Bakugo hair and he just let her and Kirishima call him Bakuo and Jirou saying Bakusquad will cry if got taken from Bakugo and she just nonchalantly tell Bakugou he that he cares about them Aaaaaah !!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡ By the way is the Bandage (?) that Bakugo has because of the squad and do they remember Bakugo ?

Thank you for liking it!!!! Oh my gods!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It wasn’t a bandage tho, just baby Sero messin around! And yeah, they do remember him! They’re just deaged, time didn’t literally turn back for them - only being babies their thought process is way simpler so the most they know is that that’s Bakugou and he’s good and safe and they like him. That’s about it, nothing more complex than that haha

Anon said:u are like, 80% the reason why i started watchin bnha. i thought my fav would be someone from the bakusquad (kirishima maybe) because of ur art but somehow monoma is my fav, the jerk. i love him. why am i cursed to like side characters with barely any content.

Monoma’s great tho!!!! I mean. He’s an asshole. And a total disaster. And his inferiority complex is a seriously huge thing. But he’s great!!!!!!!!!! That’s an amazing pick as a fave character t b h I think we’re getting more of him (together with the whole 1B class) in the manga soon, so don’t despair too much about the lack of content just yet haha

Anon said:THE LITTLE SERO TAPES ON BAKU’S ARM I’M WEEEEEAAAAK

Anon said:Baby Sero putting tape all over Bakugo ’s arm made my study-full day a lot better, thank you Fran.

I’m!!!!!!!! Actually surprised by how many people liked Sero most out of the whole drawing??? But I’m GLAD he’s amazing please love my son as much as I do (or more) (if you can manage that) (the more love he gets the better)

Anon said:Is it in canon that Kirishima has terrible handwriting because I think it should be

I don’t know if this is terrible or not because I actually can’t tell good handwriting from bad in Japanese, but this is Kirishima’s canon handwriting!!

Terrible or not it’s definitely a sharp, STRONG handwriting, which is all that matters as far as Kirishima is concerned!! 💪💪💪💪 haha

Anon said:that bakukirikami art with the AU killed me

PLEASE DON’T DIE ON ME ANON !!!!!

Anon said:YES my emotions are from tododekus I’m just😭😭😭 I love Shouto so much!!!! I didn’t realize how much until just now tho??? Like how dare that episode honestly

!!!!!!!!!! he’s a super great character and honestly I like him way better after the sports fest is over and done with, he’s such a chill nice silly guy bless him and bless Deku for making his actual personality come out *deep sigh*