#it's about my brain finally being Free to read for fun instead of for a class

[encrucijada]

read a chapter of howl's moving castle for the first time in like a month. mental health restored

[kuronarnze]

Hi hi! Its 🦈⭐ again, finally finished with exams and finished most of my art related projects so Im finally free to request here again 🎉

Is it alright if I ask for cuteness aggression headcanon (the character's dealing with it) for (as usual) Kurona, Sae, possibly Charles and whoever you want?

Loved reading your recent fanfics and headcanons, hope you're doing well and keep up the good work!! (P.S a bit late but congrats on 400 Followers!) -🦈⭐

a/n: OMGGG HIHII welcome backkk 🦈⭐ ANONN! wowowowow congrats on finishing your exams I hope you'll get a good score 🫶 ART PROJECTS?? I love art projects sm, MUST BE FUN (maybe?) But I'm glad you're back and you can finally request again 💗 THIS IDEA IS LITERALLY SOO CUTE OHMYGOSH I love cuteness aggression sm, tysm for reading my recent works I'm so glad you love them 🫶💗 tysmmm and dw abt it 🫶🫶 enjoy the headcannons !

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 BLLK Boys dealing with cuteness aggression for their s/o 

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Kurona Ranze

- He absolutely doesn’t know what’s happening to him when it first hits.

- You smiled at him one morning while still in pajamas, hair messy, rubbing your eyes…

- and his brain just: 🦈❌ SYSTEM ERROR—TOO CUTE.

- He physically has to stop himself from grabbing you and squishing you. His hands hover in the air like “what do I do what do I do—”

- Tries to act cool about it but you notice his ears going bright red.

- Will mumble under his breath like: “...you’re too cute, seriously. It’s a problem…”

- 10/10 would end up pulling you into a soft but desperate hug, holding you a little tighter than usual.

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Itoshi Sae

- He SEEMS composed but inside he’s feral.

- The moment you do something adorable—laughing at a dumb meme, biting into a pastry with a cute “mm!” sound—he’s fighting for his life.

- Internal monologue: don’t squish her don’t squish her don’t squish her don’t—

- His fingers twitch. His jaw clenches slightly.

- The only sign is when he lets out a long breath and mutters, “You’re dangerous.”

- If you catch him and tease, he’ll smirk and deny it… “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

- … but the next second he’s pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you with a quiet, almost growly little “Mine.”

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Charles Chevalier

- You?? Looking cute??

- Charles.exe has stopped working.

- You do anything remotely adorable and he’s gasping dramatically like, “Mon dieu!! Do you WANT me to explode?!”

- Pacing around the room. Shaking his hands out. “Non non non… you can’t DO this to me!!”

- He will absolutely squish your cheeks. Will pick you up and spin you if you’re smaller.

- And if you pout?? He’s DOOMED.

- “STOP!!! YOU CAN’T—” squeezes you harder “—DO THIS TO ME!”

- Everyone around him is like: “Charles… calm down.”

- Never calms down. Cuteness aggression MAXED.

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Itoshi Rin

- He doesn’t know this is a thing.

- The first time he feels that overwhelming urge (you being sleepy-cute, or excited about something), he’s convinced there’s something wrong with him.

- “Why… do I wanna… squish them… what the hell…”

- blushes like crazy.

- Tries to escape the situation by looking away, acting annoyed: “Stop being so damn cute.”

- You: “what did I doo?”

- Rin: face burning, hands gripping the couch cushion for dear life

- If you keep teasing him, he’ll snap and just grab you into a tight hug, hiding his face in your neck: “It’s your fault.”

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Isagi Yoichi

- He knows EXACTLY what cuteness aggression is.

- And boy is he struggling.

- You wear an oversized hoodie? Cute expression? You giggle?

- “SHSSHSHUISH I wanna squeeze you so bad!!!!”

- He blurts it out before thinking.

- Actually grabs a pillow to squeeze instead so he won’t accidentally crush you.

- But if you look cuter or look at him with big eyes, all bets are off—he’s wrapping you up in a big bear hug, spinning you around.

- “You’re way too adorable for my heart to handle!!”

- 100% will admit it. "I get cuteness aggression every single day because of you."

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Shidou Ryusei 

- FULL ON FERAL MODE.

- The moment you do anything remotely cute—like wearing his jersey, LIKE DOING ANYTHING CUTE—

- he’s on you in SECONDS.

- “Baaaabe—!! You tryna kill me or what?! You’re so cute I could EAT YOU—!!”

(He says this OUT LOUD, no shame)

- He’ll chase you around the room in playful attack mode.

- Will 100% TACKLE HUG you onto the couch or bed and just bury his face in your neck, arms tight around you.

- “I CAN’T— YOU’RE TOO CUTE— I’M GONNA BITE YOU—”

- (He might actually nibble your cheek or neck just to calm down 💀)

- No such thing as self-control here.

- Afterwards, he’ll lie there clinging to you with the biggest satisfied grin.

- “Heh. You drive me nuts y’know? I fuckin’ love it.”

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Thank you sm for readingg, and feel free to request more, I absolutely love your ideas 🫶

[intrepidacious]

occupy my brain [4]

series summary: Being Harlan Thrombey’s research assistant would be the perfect summer job if it weren’t for his grandson.

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

word count: 1.8k

chapter warnings: heavily implied smut; ransom being his usual asshole self; the repercussions of chapter 3 😏 please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: these chapters keep getting longer and someone needs to stop me to be quite honest. or maybe don't. this was a fun one 🤭

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searching for redemption

It had been a few days since the incident, and your mind couldn't stop replaying that night. It was like you were stuck on a loop. Every time you closed your eyes, you could feel his hands on you again. His lips.

And when your own hands traveled down your body, you couldn't replicate the sensations those memories brought you. The frantic clashing of your bodies against each other, the heat, the sounds.

It was maddening.

The last thing you needed right now was an unhealthy obsession with the memory of Ransom fucking Drysdale's dick.

You'd have to quit. You'd have to leave the country. You were still thanking your lucky stars that Harlan Thrombey hadn't said anything about the state of you the morning after, when you arrived at your meeting late and in a very wrinkled shirt. You'd wanted to die.

The man wrote detective novels, for crying out loud. It didn't exactly take Sherlock Holmes to deduce what you'd been up to the night before.

The one silver lining was that Ransom was still as unwilling to get any actual work done as ever, and so you'd been pretty successful at evading him. Apart from a couple of research-related texts exchanged between the two of you, you hadn't heard from him at all; and even though your own messages were bordering on passive-aggressive, his stayed surprisingly, and thankfully, innuendo-free.

You just wanted to forget any of it had ever happened.

There were only a few weeks left of your run at Blood and Wine, and then you never had to see him again at all. You'd never been more grateful for your semester schedule picking up immediately after break. After sinking a couple of eighty-hour weeks into lab reports and essays and analyses, you'd be back to normal again.

Everything was going to be fine.

Except there were still a few weeks left of your run at Blood and Wine, and when you left the lab building on Friday afternoon to catch a ride home with your friend, her car wasn't anywhere on the parking lot. Instead, you could see a beat-up BMW and a certain dark-haired asshole leaning against it.

Heat rushed to your cheeks immediately at the sight of him. His lips were twisted into his usual scowl as he scrolled through his phone. It wasn’t bright enough outside to warrant wearing sunglasses, and yet Mr Pretentious did it anyway.

"What are you doing here?" you called out, stopping a couple of paces away from him.

Ransom put his phone away, and even though you couldn't see his eyes you could feel his gaze dragging up and down your body lazily. You ground your teeth.

"We've been summoned," he finally said. "Don't you ever check your phone?"

As a matter of fact, you hadn't in a while; labs made you forget all concept of time, particularly with the amount of reports you'd had to finish. You found an e-mail from Harlan Thrombey marked urgent as well as several missed calls from [Don't even think about it] and a message from your friend telling you she'd left without you after "your asshole guy told me u had plans. use protection!!"

"How did you even know where I was, anyway?" you asked, putting your phone away again without deigning to answer that particular text.

"I asked nicely."

You snorted.

"Can we go or do you wanna wait here until you take root?"

"Right now?" you said reluctantly.

"Right now," Ransom drawled. "Get in."

So much for your evening plans of watching a couple of episodes of your favorite show and eating sushi in bed. With a groan, you climbed into his car. It smelled surprisingly nice in here, like worn-out leather and some expensive air freshener and, well, Ransom.

Hot breaths and sticky skin and low moans and—

The engine roared to a start and you quickly turned away to put your seatbelt on. It was a twenty minute drive to the Thrombey estate, and you spent the first half of it staring out of the window, ignoring the man behind the wheel. You weren't sure what you were waiting for; some snide remark, probably, an excuse for you to rip into him like you usually would and leave everything that had happened between you behind for good.

"You're being awfully quiet today."

When you looked at him, he was staring blankly at the road ahead, his face unbothered. He still hadn't taken off his sunglasses, even though the lights were pretty low now. Prick.

"Because this is weird," you said.

He put the blinker on, every movement nonchalant. "Why?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know why."

The pause that followed was long enough it almost let you hope he'd just drop it and you'd be off the hook. You could just move through the uncomfortable air between you and continue working together as history's worst team until you could finally part ways.

"Do you always get like this or has it been a while?"

Then again, always lovely to be reminded how much you hated the guy.

"You know what, I'm not even going to answer that," you said sharply.

"The second one, then."

"It's none of your business, Ransom."

"No," he said and readjusted his glasses. "It was fun, though."

"Fuck you."

He stayed silent for the rest of the drive, but the smug energy still radiated off him. You entertained yourself by thinking about murder.

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"Ransom, take those glasses off," Harlan said as soon as you sat down in his office.

You gave Ransom a look that said told you so; you'd had that discussion just minutes earlier.

"No thanks," he answered, leaning back in his chair. "What did you want to talk about?"

Harlan sighed heavily. "Off now or so help me god, I'm going to write you out of my will after all."

There were a couple of angry red splotches forming on Ransom's neck, right above the spot where you knew you'd left your mark on him, which was just hidden by the collar of his sweater today. With another gruff sound, he finally pulled his sunglasses off.

You swallowed your gasp down.

"What happened with you?"

Ransom raised his chin to look his grandfather straight in the eye; it made the shadows fall on his face in a way that made the dark bruise stand out even more.

"I fell," he said dryly, his features made of stone.

You didn't hear Harlan's reply; you barely took anything from the meeting, even though you felt yourself nodding, agreeing to consider a couple of different things in your research for the remainder of your work time. Later, you even found a couple of notes you'd taken on your phone.

Your thoughts were swirling and you didn't even know why. It was all very confusing.

Only when you got back to Ransom's car, because of course you'd had to agree to him driving you again, that one thing crystallized for you clear as day: you were furious with him.

"You fell, huh?" you said sharply.

"That's what I said."

"Bullshit someone else, Drysdale. What did you do?"

"Why do you care?" he said, tilting his head. "Because we fucked one time?"

Your face was burning. "Sorry for trying to be a decent human being."

You crawled into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut behind you, which really didn't have the intended effect when he was getting in on the other side just moments later.

Neither of you spoke this time. You were staring at your own reflection in the car window, still fuming; that's why it took you until the car slowed down that you weren't even in the area of your apartment building.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to ice my face," he said, turning off the engine, "and then I'm going to sleep."

"Hey!" You got out of the car after him, face incredulous. "You said you were gonna drive me home!"

"I said I'd drive you. I did. If you don't wanna stay, call yourself an uber."

Drowning. Strangulation. Multiple lacerations to his thorax.

"You're such a prick."

"Where have I heard that one before?"

You followed him into the entrance hall because damn him, you were not going to stand out there in the middle of the night and hope for an uber to be in the vicinity.

"Brighten up, sunshine," he said, another way too smug expression on his face. "You need to learn how to relax."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" you hissed, throwing one of your shoes at him.

"Jesus, what—I should be the one asking you that."

You threw the second shoe. "I’m not the one driving you insane!"

"You sure about that?" His voice was low, almost raspy, and your gaze snapped to his, almost involuntarily. His eyes seemed to bore straight into your soul, like he was searching for something.

Slowly, he stepped closer to you, his hands roughly grabbing your face. Still, the way he pulled you towards him was almost gentle, his gaze heavy with something you couldn’t pin down. At last, your faces were merely inches apart. You couldn’t breathe.

Then, finally, his lips found yours again, softer this time but no less demanding. You clasped your hands around his neck to keep your balance when he started walking towards you, making you blindly stumble backwards, his arms securely around you when you almost tripped over something on the floor. You didn’t care to open your eyes.

You hissed when your calves hit the stairs sharpy, the pain almost enough to break the spell he put you under. "Ransom—" you tried.

He huffed disapprovingly, his grip tightening, and then he continued walking you up the stairs, letting you lean on him just enough to not lose your balance, the hunger in his eyes growing even as he noticed the uncertainty in yours.

Getting to the second floor took moments. It took hours. His mouth found that spot on your neck again and you shuddered, your grip on him tightening.

"We shouldn't—" You gasped when he nipped at your shoulder. "Shouldn't we talk about this?"

"Do you want to talk?" he snarled, his hands wandering down to your ass. "Or do you want to stop thinking for once in your life and let me make you cum enough times you won't be able to walk tomorrow?"

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head backwards until he hissed, forcing him to look at you. The bruise around his eye looked even angrier up close, and you inexplicably found yourself wanting to trace it, not to hurt him more but to soothe.

Instead, you swallowed it down. "Promises, promises," you said.

He didn't need another invitation.

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[dailymarin]

zelink fans stop equating every single thing about marin to zelda challenge: failed on step 1. its always the lu fans too . i hate what lu did to loz fandom and i hate its braindead fans . lu fans learn to interact with source media challenge and stop being annoying about your hcs and all your other link meet aus and insisting theyre canon ALSO failed. this is a vent post on a marin focused blog because im so tired of everyone not knowing how to use their brains about links awakening. if you didnt play the game, thats cool! watch playthroughs instead! i did that too before i had access to several games! you wanna read up on wiki pages? thats fine, i did that growing up too! but make sure youre not using the fandom pages for starters, and/or getting all your information from goddamn lu. which also misinterpets like. every game for the sake of their shitty au. Holy shit. Losing my Mind. and maybe be critical of the "official works" if you have a brain actually but thats something we can get into in another post, with all of their Very Glaring Errors lol

"its about what link wants for zelda, her without her duty of being a princess so lets shove that and all of those ideals onto marin" who as a character, has no relation to zelda other than looking similar (in links half awake state after almost dying at sea.) the similarities being: they have split bangs and a blue dress. which is a fair enough assumption when hes just waking up! theyre not even similar personality wise, and thats good! why WOULD she be zelda? just because shes a pretty girl with vague similarities in appearance, and has potential romantic subtext with link? and then you want to warp marins desire to be free and be a damn SEAGULL, to see the world for herself and sing, to be about zelda being free of being royalty. but dont you think thats kind of. Weird? to want to force links idea of what he wants on zelda? has anyone thought about how maybe zeldas chill with BEING a princess and the responsibilities that come with it? just because botw zelda resented her inability to awaken her powers in time doesnt mean she resented her duties as a princess. she liked to study and research in the field, yes, but she also did her best AS a princess for the role she was expected to fill before shit hit the fan, and then for 100 years after. she was researching to help her kingdom in her own way.

and because of botw, it seems like everyone wants to Walk Backwards and only give a damn about "lets remove the princessy stuff from the equation and make her whatever link wants instead" . do you hear yourselves? "lets have the girl be whatever the guy wants her to be! who would want to be a princess anyway? just be with him all the time 😇"

???

now, some may even want to talk about how its links dream only. its shared. its a shared dream with his influences but primarily being the wind fish's dream, as link washed into it. the wind fish had a slight desire to wake up and see the world, which resulted in marin. each (important) part of the world is a reflection of either the wind fish, or partially link, see the different forms the final nightmares took. but dont you think that it just seems so... hinting of misogyny to want to reduce things about marin to make her fit zelda, just so it fits your ship??¿¿ again "its about what link wants for zelda" but who cares abt what zelda wants riiight ? the game didnt talk about that, so why would we care? the game also doesnt talk about much else but you get to fill in the blanks in the way youuuu like ! nitpicky!

sometimes thats a fun thing, filling in the blanks. but why tear down marin (and all of links awakening, actually) to uplift your ship. boring behavior

interesting how for a fairly empty game like alttp in comparison to la, people will bend over backwards to still tie everything about koholint to hyrule. when koholint and links awakening overall is the most separated from hyrule that any game has been ever, moreso than mm, moreso than ph. jesus christ on a stick

and even himekawas manga has a better grip on the story AND the romantic subtext (in some games and what they write) than you all ever could hope to! and theyre SUPER zelink focused! mind you all, i do enjoy zelink to an extent! but its so crazy and frustrating watching everyone drag down marin to uplift zelda, but theyre actually reducing her to a prop to just be there at links side for shipping purposes. hello???? hello?????????

[ddejay18]

Batfam Reality TV show

Ugh FINE I'll tell you about my Batfam Reality TV show HC's okay? jeez... (nobody asked).

Before i yap, this idea has been swearving around in my brain like a wagon tied to a angry rhino for a while now. I can't remeber if i was inspired by other posts so if im accidentally stealing someones idea or someone has similar posts pls lmk so i can I'll tag them :). Also reminder that these are Head Cannons, if you don't agree then thats okay. These are just the senarios I play in MY head. (pls ignore all spelling mistakes, im lazy)

Okay, I feel like a reality TV show centred around the batfam would be so funny. Like, a bunch of self aware traumatized orphans hanging around in a mansion. The Kardashians but actually likeable, humble (well, it depends) and absoloute chaos, and not the "omg youre so chaotic lmao" but instead "Ah shit, someone is trying to break in to confess their love to Brucie again, someone call the cops" kind of chaos.

Bruce Wayne is the prince of Gotham. He has built Gotham from the ground up and he is loved by the majority of Gotham residents and even villains. In this cenario, Bruce's billionare playboy days are behind him, and works more like a tired dad who is just trying his best (good parent Bruce Wayne basically). He really has no idea how or when most of these people became a part of the family but is just happy they're there. Mabey Selena Kyle /or Clark Kent could be a side character and there could be a B-plot where Bruce is panicing about proposing or something. Is chronically reading the newspaper. Bruce is also the type of parent to really try to BOND with his family. Puzzles, games, trips, picknics, lgbtq+ merch ect.

Dick Grayson lives, and even has a key to the city of Bludhaven but still visits home regularly. There is an on-going gag where Dick always talks about longing for a relationship but when sees his ex'es while out and about and turns 180° and hides. (its my HC i can do what I want. Dick is a terrible long-time boyfriend, okay).

There is also a scene where Dick makes fun of Tim for being emo (he was just on his phone) and the rest of the Batfam in their one-on-one interviews show pictures and share horror stories from Dick's 'Hot topic, MCR, stealing dads car, eyeliner, youre not my real dad, ugh' phase from his teenage years and a screen shot of Bruce Wayne holding up a picture of Dick with a joint hanging out of his mouth becomes a meme format. Another clip that went viral is a home video where Alfred is scolding Dick for staying out late and he goes "UGH" and backflips out of the room. It cuts right back to Dick where he is smiling and hugging Damian being all ":D".

Jason Todd is thought to have been dead by the people of Gotham for years but as the season progresses, can be seen more and more often in the backround like walking into rooms while people are giving their one-on-one interviews and slowly backing out, or him just walking past a room, or as soon as the camera crew enters a room Jason makes eyecontact with the viewer and just turns around and leaves. There was an intstance that sparked a lot of controvercy online where Roy Harper came to the mansion looking for Jay and the batfam just stared at him, looked to the camera crew and then looked back at him. He swiftly left after rambiling about his terrible grief. (nobody bought it)

They all grew lazy nearing the end of the season and Jason just sits at the dinner table with everyone there, the camera never focuses on him and nobody mentions that he IS actually alive and is sitting RIGHT THERE. Jason just covers his face with his free hand while he eats and can just be seen in the backround while people talk. Jason says something and the camera turned to Bruce, and the editors, very poorly, tried to make it seem like Bruce was the one talking when it was obviously Jason.

In season two of "THE WAYNES" Jason finally joins the cast and admits in a one-on-one interview that he is, in fact alive and that its not a big deal (they make up an excuse and say that he just didnt like papparazzi/had a brain injury or something so he faked his death). This is never mentioned again.

Duke Thomas lives in the manor and was adopted by Bruce (again, its my HC i can do what I want). Duke is the moral compass and seemingly the only one that actually does their own chores. He is constantly just staring out into the madness that is the rest of his family since he is one of the newer member of the family. He, along with Tim are the only ones that can cuss out Bruce without reprocussion. Damian gets kind of jealous of Duke becasue Alfred the cat seems to like Duke a lot, and Dami is afraid of Alfred the cat choosing Duke as his new favorite person. Duke is extremely aware of this and shoo's Alfred the cat away and pretends to not like cats when Damian is around (to soothe his soul a bit).

Tim Drake is also one of the few members of the family that actually lives at home. Tim is a skater kid and Ipad kid at the same time somehow. He is also the ONLY person in the manor (Alfred excluded) that Bruce doesn't scold (it would be weird, since Tim basically babysat Bruce after Jason died).

Tim and Bernard Dowd start dating during the filming of S1 so there are a lot of scenes of Tim freaking out because Bernard is coming over and of the others making fun of him for looking into every detail of their interactions and overthinking them (was that a romantic gesture or not??). Bernard finally makes an appearence where he gives a short one-on-one where he introduces himself. Bernard quickly rose in ranks in terms of the internets white boy of the month (the TikTok edits went hard).

Cassandra Wayne was also legally adopted by Bruce and is his little princess (she is highly dangerous). She changed her last name from Cain to Wayne, bc i feel like she sees the Waynes as her real family. She looks nice enough but once the audience gets to know her they become aware of her insane competitiveness and how she has everyone in the manor wrapped around her pinkie. She dominates in board/video games and is the only one that can convince Alfred to get take out. Cass also practices ballet and is selectively mute and uses ASL most of the time (i just like the idea of her being SELECTIVELY mute, okay).

She is dating Steph (ITS CANON IN MY EYES). Cass, Tim, Bruce, Alfred, Damian and Duke are the only actual residents of the Wayne manor, the others just come and go like its an open buffet.

There is a scene where Cass, Steph, Tim and Bernard all sit on the couch and tell the camera crew that, "well yes Steph and Tim used to date and didn't get along for a while but now we're all friends". "Steph is tecnically dating her ex's sister but its not that complicated, REALLY". "Well yeah, Bruce conciders Steph a part of the family but its not weird or anything guys I PROMISE". "Well yeah actually, both Tim and I realized we weren't straight during our relationship. Why?" Cass and Bernard also get along really well but Bernard doesnt know any sign language and has to rely on others to translate/ Cass has to write thing down for him (they talk MAD shit).

Stephanie Brown. Damn, how the fuck does she keep get in? Sometimes Steph just sneakes into the manor to watch TV or to raid the fridge, while texting her girlfriend, Cass about how much they miss each other when Cass is litterally just upstairs and they're both too lazy to move. Bruce offered her a key to the mansion but she just responded by saying "nah its more fun this way". Steph is constantly accused of being a gold digger within the home and she doesnt deny the claims but its obvious that she does genuinely hang around because they have all become a family to her (found family basically, ugh im such a sucker).

Damian Wayne is still young so there is not a lot of scenes going into his personal life like at school and stuff but he is still there a lot. Anytime Damian says something socially strange or offputting, the others just chuck it up to Damian being a little weird sometimes teehee, or just tell people to not mind him because he is kind of new around there. Meanwhile, Damian speaks in a very professional and sophisticaded way which creates conspiricy theories among viewers about his upbringing, ESPECIALLY because Damian said something in passing about being raised in a secret mountain society.

The camera crew caught a glimpse of Damian in the yard casually accomplishing amazing feats with a giant sword and then immidietly stopping dead in his tracks when he noticed a wild rabbit in the garden. Keen viewers also noticed this strange phenomenon where Damian somehow wins every argument EXCEPT for when its with Alfred.

(I both love and hate the idea of Damian being a spawn of satan in everyones eyes. It can be funny sometimes but in my universe, Damian gets along well with everyone. Sure Damian is crude and weird but he's a kid, and i want him to have a supportive family that understands why he does and says the things he does. I basically just want Damian unapologetically being a kid.)

Alfred Pennyworth is an interesting person for newer fans of the Wayne family, since he is practically unknows to the public. Alfred introduces himself as the only butler in the Wayne manor and a long time friend of the Wayne family. Viewers quickly realize that Alfred is really the man of the house and it becomes previlant when he goes on a short weekend trip (with a secret girlfriend perhaps, Maggie Page perhaps) and everything falls apart. Bruce doesnt know where he is supposed to be at any given time, a hirearchy is established (Cass is a very unfair leader) and the only person making sure the others are fed is that mysterious figure in the backround (Jason).

Alfred makes it sound like he is only the butler but the rest of the batfam all talk to/about him as the essential part of the family that he is and how he is everyones badass, british, grand papa, dad, butler- babysitter-cook, friend thing.

Barbra Gordon is another unofficial member of the Wayne family. She is always over for game and movie nights and just in general. Barbra and Dick used to date but are on really good terms (suprisingly). Barbra is especially close with Jason, Cass and Dick, and is kind of a mentor/cool older sister figure to the others. Sometimes Jim Gordon visits as well, since he and Bruce are fellas.

In the opening scene of the first episode, the batfam are asked to make a family tree or list of sorts since there are so many of them and Barbra was the only person who remebered that Jason was supposed to be dead (nobody bought it).

This will do FOR NOW. I wasn't be able to fit everything here so ill prolly make a pt.2, where i tell yall abt some silly situations that would take place in a Wayne reality TV show. This is more like an introduction into the convoluted storyline that has been building up in my head (what else am i supposed to do at work?).

I also want to state that Leslie Thompkins is also concidered a family member to me since she is like a surrigate mother figure to Bruce but she won't be hanging around the manor as much as the others.

Ik i skipped a lot of characters that are concidered to be in the batfamily but even I dont know who IS concidered to be in the BatFam atp or I skipped characters that i just dont like/think about as much bc im shallow like that lol.

ALSO ALSO im not a huge BatCat or SuperBat shipper but i just felt like them being in the family dynamic would be interesting. Timid ol' Clark or the HBIC Selena Kyle. I also didnt include friends and stuff that would prob be at the manor all the time too like Roy, Wally, Jon, JLA, TT, YJ ect. blah-blah-blah you get it, I'll stop yapping now.

[wehaveimagineshere]

Thanks for answering my question! I ask because I wanna keep the Carlos train going lol. I'd love to read something about him and his wife (the reader) being new parents to their first kid. Like putting her to sleep or playing with her. Anything super fluffy and sweet!! Thinking of Carlos with a little baby makes all my insides go fuzzy and he's such a girl dad to me. Thaaaaaaanks!!!!

(Also I love how much attention he's been getting here >.< normally you expect a flood of Leon but not this time!)

Of course, thank you so much for asking for clarification! Omggg he's definitely a girl dad, 100%, this is such a cute ask!!

I love how much attention Carlos is getting too! He's such a sweetie and I am so happy he's getting so much love! I expected a lot of Leon too but I honestly haven't gotten a single request for him yet. Not complaining cause it means I'm getting all these Carlos prompts instead! I love it!

~*~*~

There's one thing that became blatantly obvious not long after you brought your little girl home.

Holding her head against your shoulder, her body snug against your chest, you walk toward the sound of the front door closing, Carlos' "I'm home babe!" echoing into the house.

Your little girl goes still upon hearing his voice, and you can already picture her wide brown eyes, the same hue as Carlos', darting left and right over your shoulder, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Hey hey, look at my girls," he says as you turn the corner, smile blooming across his lips as he quickly steps out of his shoes. "One, as sexy as she'll ever be," he starts, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "The second, being the cutest thing to ever live," he continues as you flip your baby around.

Her squeal nearly blows your eardrums as she finally gets to see him. Chubby little hands outstretch, fingers doing a weird wiggle as her body does the same.

Carlos takes her gently and holds her up, her little fingers doing those wiggles on his cheekbones as she does a mix between a gurgle and a laugh. "And what have you been up to today?" Upon her giggle, he lowers her to cradle her against his chest. "Sounds like you've been taking care of mom."

"She definitely has," you say, leaning in to give your daughter a quick kiss to her forehead before turning to give your husband a kiss on the cheek. "We had a full four hour nap earlier."

"Heeyy, way to go!" He kisses the top of her head. "Do you know how hard it is to get this woman to rest?"

You roll your eyes.

"I've had to beg on my knees once, you know," he continues, ignoring your eye roll. "I only succeeded because I managed to get your mom's pants down."

"Carlos."

"What? It's how she was made."

Your baby paws at his nose, drool leaking onto his shoulder.

"Still. No kid, at any age, wants to hear stories about that with their parents."

"Look, our agreement was that I could still swear until she starts learning words. Should be more specific." Hefting her up, he offers her back to you. "Hold her for a sec?"

Her expression shifts as if in slow motion. The smile turns into a frown, little eyebrows furrowing as her tiny brain tries to understand why daddy is holding her away. When she sees your hands reaching for her, the horrible fact that she's about to be passed settles and tears burst free, her wails nearly shaking the walls.

Grabbing her quickly, you make sure to position her so her back is to your chest. Adopting the bop dance that's become second nature, you manage to shush her down to pouty sniffles.

"The moment you walk in, all she wants is you," you say with a sigh.

Sticking his jacket into the closet, Carlos throws you a grin. "She knows who's more fun."

You scoff, fighting down the smile. "Oh yeah?"

"Dad comes home, and--" He snatches her up, doing a little spin. Laughter peels from her chest. "--she knows she's going to have a good time."

"She even takes bath time so much easier when you're the one doing it."

"I'm a natural."

That smile finally breaks free and you cross your arms. "I can't really deny that," you say softly, taking in the love of your life holding his little girl like she's the most precious thing in the world.

"You did good, you know," he says back, placing your daughter back against his shoulder as he leans to kiss your cheek. "She's one heck of a cute kid." His head yanks to the side as she finds a lock of hair and tugs. "Hey, we've talked about this."

Laughing, you follow him into the living room, finding your spot next to him as he frees his hair and places her on his legs. Pressing both index fingers against her cheeks, he smiles as she blows a raspberry with his help.

You thought you'd seen every expression Carlos could make, but the way he looks at his daughter always makes your heart melt. And you don't really blame your little one, really, for loving him just as fiercely back.

[loulits]

🌿 Welcome to My Little Lair! 🌿

Hey there! I’m Loulits 🦊 (or just Lou if you prefer!)—an aspiring writer, professional overthinker, and full-time gremlin with way too many ideas and not enough courage or self-discipline to finish them. (Let’s blame ADHD for this one.)

So here I am, thriving in the chaos of fanfiction instead! 💌📖

Feel free to read on—this is more about me as a writer and person, what I’m into, etc. See below!👇

🦊 Fandoms & Hyperfixations Right now, I’m deep in the chaos of Bungo Stray Dogs, specifically SKK. But oh boy, there's a whole list of fandoms I’m passionate about—currently on the backburner, but I'm still happy to ramble about them anytime!

🔮 Interests & Hobbies I’m into pretty much everything that gets my brain tinkering. Aside from the above hyperfixations, Hetalia was my first true fandom (showing my age here), and I love all things supernatural (Big SPN fan 🚗💨🔥). Mythology has a hold on me right now (Epic the Musical and Hades are currently plaguing my brain). When I’m not nerding out over that, I have a special interest in neurodiversity—why people do what they do—and I enjoy playing video games, seeing musicals, a good group sesh at bottomless brunch, reading, D&D, and listening to music way too loud (you know, when I’m not being an “adult” and doing adult things like working).

💀 Writing Style & Themes I thrive on angst, fluff, and characters who make questionable life choices. Anything that pushes the feels to the max, good or bad. I love exploring emotional complexities and struggles. Expect emotional damage, tangled relationships, and an abundance of subtext. If you're into exploring the darker sides of feelings, you're in the right place. 💔✨

📚 Neurospicy Vibes Currently rocking the ADHD-late diagnosis™ life, but I’m also pretty sure there’s some ASD/dyslexia lurking in the mix. It’s one of those things where you finally get diagnosed and suddenly everything makes way more sense—you get closure, you feel vindicated—but then you start piecing everything else together, and uh… it’s a lot. But hey, as an adult woman, I’m just supposed to “cope” because you’re fine—ha, sure. Anyway, my brain thrives on a delicate balance of structure, spontaneity, and, honestly, without spell check, all my writing would be illegible. 💀

💌 Writing Woes & Progress Progress is progress—no matter how small. I’m currently fighting executive dysfunction but doing my best to finish what I start. Expect bursts of inspiration, distracted ramblings, and far too many WIPs. 📖 This blog is my cozy corner for holding myself accountable, screaming about writing, obsessing over fictional men, and—occasionally—finishing a WIP instead of just daydreaming about it.

📝 Let’s Chat & Connect! Feel free to scream about your favorite fandoms, drop an ask, or share your own writing struggles with me. I’m all about community and support, so let’s make this space cozy and fun. 🦊💬

P.S. Please be patient with me 😭💕 I have the emotional stability of a half-written draft. 📝💀 but stick around for chaos, angst, and some well-placed subtext. 💫

[fair-city-reporter]

Poll Winner

Out of everything, I was not expecting the MLP AU to be the winner hahaha but I can't say I'm complaining! Here comes the fun part though! I do apologize

I finally got some free time to share a few tidbits about "WordFilly" because I literally could not come up with a better name. I also plan to turn on asks, so you can ask me things about the AU's - I'd welcome it.

WordFilly is an alternate universe ft. Wordgirl and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (MLP/FiM), so here's what I'm thinking so far. Fair City is known for its magic as a lot of villains have powers, but I decided to get a little silly with this. I honestly haven't quite decided this bit.

Becky is still an alien, so I feel she isn't a normal run-of-the-mill pony, but she also looks like an earth pony or something in order to blend in with the crowd! Huggy could either continue being a monkey, or he's like a dragon - I'm not sure which yet!

And now we're going to break this down-

Read more for additional content!

WordFilly Character Species

The Botsford Family - Sally Botsford (earth pony, cutie mark undecided; is still the District Attorney - has a wavy red mane and tail, knows Spanish); Tim Botsford (earth pony, cutie mark undecided; part-time substitute teacher, also works at an office - looks a lot like a Clydesdale, but smaller); TJ Botsford (earth pony, cutie mark undecided; blank flank). I mulled so long over this AU for a while - and I did decide Becky’s species but for now, I’m going to keep this quiet. All will be revealed in due time!

Violet is a unicorn because I said so; as she's the whimsical artist, I immediately thought she would be a unicorn! It felt fitting for her character.

Personally, I see Scoops as either an earth pony or a Pegasus, I'm unclear as to which right now.

Tobey's 100% a unicorn. I don't make the rules. This is canon now. (only I do make the rules because it's my AU /lh). I also see Victoria as being a unicorn attempting to pretend she's an alicorn or something because she would.

Villains;

Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy - earth pony; cutie mark's a sandwich stacked on a platter (this might change, but idk yet-). He does still have a sandwich head because why not

Dr. Two Brains - earth pony/mouse hybrid; has mouse ears, whiskers, and a long mouse tail - though it weirdly resembles a rat's own. DTB could also be another species that isn't mouse but I think that would defeat the purpose. I know someone who mixed him with a parasprite and I kind of thought it was cute though!

Mr. Big is also an earth pony-

Whammer is a unicorn. That's it. That's the post.

I feel like Miss Question is 100% a Pegasus and that her powers come from sort of pendant (much like something I plan to do with Eileen but we'll get to her later-). Though I love her hoverboard thing, so maybe she's a unicorn? I can't decide, to be honest.

For Eileen, she's an earth pony - her powers are fueled by the amulet, same as in canon! She's short for a pony, and she hates it so much.

Speedrun for the rest of the villains!

The Butcher - unicorn, his cutie mark is a slab of meat that is faintly covered in a hue of red. LRW is 100% a unicorn though she's mixed with something else, don't ask me what just yet. Amazing Rope Guy is an earth pony; uhhh, Seymour is a unicorn and extremely obnoxious- D2B's henchmen are an earth pony and unicorn. Leslie is an earth pony.

Rhyme and Reason are a Pegasus and unicorn. These might switch later!

Miss Power is [REDACTED].

Worldbuilding

WordFilly follows the Wordgirl series if the characters were ponies instead of humans - or an alien and the citizens of Fair City. The city is mostly inhabited by ponies and has become a foundation for magic, and not to mention superheroes and of course supervillains. No one knows when it began but after seeing Amazo Stallion for the first time, Fair City became enamored at the prospect.

Amazo Stallion had been a unicorn though some could almost swear they'd seen him with wings once or twice, but that simply couldn't be possible: no one had seen alicorns in such a long time. As time continued, the legacy of Amazo Stallion and other likeminded heroes continued to prosper until he vanished. There wasn't any reason behind his explanation; he just... disappeared.

With time however, unexpected changes happen...

When a young filly named Becky Hoofsford was found by her adoptive parents - Tim and Sally. Nopony knew where she'd come from, other than the fact she was found on the front porch by Tim. For some reason, she had a pamphlet in her hooves and had been reading through it which was certainly a little odd (but Tim would never say he'd been bothered by it. If anything, he found it endearing of how smart his little Beckaroni was-)

Unwilling to leave a young filly out on her own, Sam and Tim Hoofsford take her in. I imagine they try to find her family, but end up finding nopony and Becky becomes their adoptive daughter! I’m still developing certain aspects of this universe and well, I think I’d be a poor host if I revealed everything so quickly!

With the exception of a few characters, I feel like most of the ponies do in fact, have their cutie marks. TJ doesn’t have his… Johnson? Probably not! Though I do need to decide exactly what said cutie marks are because my ass is very picky!

If anyone is curious on this universe as a whole, I can make more content but honestly right now - I don’t have too many spoons to fully go into detail and I’m trying to keep spoilers from reaching all of you just yet heh—

[sybaritick]

20 writer questions!

I was tagged by @mashamorevvna and I'm doing this instead of grading peoples' final projects. thank you for the tag btw! this is a fun set of questions it made me want to write more :3

How many works do you have on ao3?

45! Most are quite short though, I've done a lot of 2k-4k oneshots.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

179,911. wow that feels like a lot

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Appetites (BG3, Astarion/Gale)

nor heaven peep through the blanket of dark (BG3, Astarion/Gale)

you up? (Detroit: Become Human, Kamski/Connor)

Artificial Conscience (Detroit: Become Human, Kamski/Connor)

At Knifepoint (BG3, Astarion/Gale)

as usual, more reflective of what ships are popular and the timing of the fics than the ones I think are the best! bloodweave is big and kamcon was also reasonably popular in its day

What fandoms do you write for?

BG3 (24) > DBH (16) > Hetalia (2) > various one-offs. I would like to write for Rogue Trader and Arcane though, so perhaps those soon...!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, usually! I don't respond to every single comment (because sometimes I forget) but I respond to most. I just respond because I really appreciate them, getting a nice comment genuinely makes my day!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh I have a lot that imply or outright state something pretty bad! I mean that urge often miscalled free will leaves Gale knowing that Gortash can override his ability to control his mind and his body any time. And Faced With A Better Liar is similar "permanently brain-fucked by mind control" situation, which some would argue is a fate worse than death.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

No question Self-Made, that is just about the nicest I'm capable of (outside of my lighter oneshots) and it is the most genuinely happy ending I've done (victim escapes and perpetrator seems to show at least some attempt to change their behavior).

Do you get hate on fics?

Super rarely, like I can count the number of times I have on one hand. I've gotten 100 times more nice feedback, which I really appreciate.

Do you write smut?

Yes, often! Though I would argue that my writing about things that are not sex is more horny than the writing that depicts literal sex. i love writing about people eating and i love psychological horror + body horror. you can read in the body horror that i'm clearly getting off more on that than the actual sex

Do you write crossovers?

It's only lightly a crossover, but Frankenstein Complex is a crossover with Ex Machina in that it uses the DBH characters for a similar story concept. Otherwise no, they're not usually my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Mildly yes (I had a few lines stolen for someone's fic with a similar concept, and I was annoyed by it). However it wasn't stealing the entire fic as much as "I would have been fine with it if this person mentioned being inspired by mine". Since it happened that once and never again, I let it be.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, though it is SUCH a goal to write a fic that inspires someone to do a Chinese translation... Closest I've gotten:

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not fully cowritten, but thrallwine (his) and precipitate (mine) are a collab between @lamortwrites and me to write the same fic from two perspectives!

What’s your all time favourite ship?

god this is an impossible question. I can't say me and Omii that's so cheesy but it's obviously me and Omii. That aside I will for sure always have an unreasonable soft spot for amechu. Runners-up go to galetash and kamcon <3

What’s the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

tephra (please)

What are your writing strengths?

i do not pull punches and i love drama and hamminess. and i have a good sense of rhythm to my writing from the music/lyrical inspiration.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i honestly think plot, especially for longer pieces. easy for me to write myself into a corner!

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Almost always avoid, but I think it can be OK if used sparingly and intentionally. Don't have a bilingual character just start speaking their other language. But I have one or two lines where I was like, no I am really sure I need this to be in Chinese/Russian/etc. Include the translation if you do it.

First fandom you wrote for?

hetalia baby (i was 12 and posted it on FFN lmaoooo)

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

oh this is hard! though i do have a massive soft spot for that urge often miscalled free will. i'll go with that

ok done! tagging: i will shout out @tuffgreg, @lamortwrites, @bharv, @femmeharel! <3

[abyssmalice]

How could he forfeit to make something grand for his beloved sister's birthday? Absolutely not. Today, he is going full roundhouse with his birthday surprise.

Said surprise being a giant chocolate cake, covered in fruits of different kinds―but it is not just any simple cake: it dubs also as a giant chocolate fountain, spilling down the slopes and covering some of the fruit along it, impregnating the air with the scent of sweet cocoa.

Next to it there is a pack of sticks ready to be used for dipping fruits and cake into the melted chocolate. And right before it there's a little scribbled note, surrounded by familiar slime doodles in the fashion of her brother's artstyle:

"I hope you like this little experimental idea I commissioned to one of the local bakeries. Happy Birthday, Princess! I love you.

P.d: Once I'm done with my work, would you like to go have fun somewhere in the city? Think about it, and find me in my office once you're done with your cake. I finished all your work for you today, so feel free to take all the time for yourself."

IT'S STILL FEB 19TH 2K24 I PWOMISE / Not Accepting (ofc)

When Tonia wakes up, she immediately keys in on the faintest whisper of cocoa.

It catches her attention just as much as it makes her forgo the usual morning priorities of rolling around in bed, sleeping in, rolling around some more, squishing her toys, reluctantly getting out of bed, even more reluctantly brushing her teeth, or changing out of her nightdress. Instead, she practically bounces out of her blankets, bare feet quickly tapping out of the room and blindly honing in on the sweet smell and sweeter promise of sweet—!!

When she finally blinks, she's in a room with a cake. A giant cake. Made of chocolate, just as she hoped. But it was not just giant and chocolate - it was streaming chocolate, like some endless, magical, miraculous little cocoa volcano. Little smooth rivers of milk chocolate, the river banks occasionally splashing a tiny bit to fleck the strawberries and banana slices decorating the cake.

Truly, a chocolate and cake and sweet lover's dream come true. Tonia discreetly takes a second to pinch the skin of her cheek, feeling it pull too realistically to be anything but real, and she's half a second away from immediately pouncing on the cake in a figurative and potentially even literal way - not like anyone else's name is written on it! Her cake now!!! - before she notices the note on the side.

...She's half inclined to ignore said note frankly. But - there are slimes doodled on it...

Slimes are just as important as this amazing cake, her just-woken-up brain fuzzily determines. So, while one hand grabs one of the dipping sticks to make a little fruit and cake kebab for dipping into the chocolate, the other grabs the note for her to skim and keep in mind and then attend to whatever later.

Or well, she planned to skim it, assuming it wouldn't be anything too important beyond a quick read. Turns out, no, quite important. Just as important as cake and slimes. Maybe a smidge more important than those two things, actually.

Well, it's not like Tonia forgot her birthday was a thing - she had been incessantly badgering and being particularly annoying in the days leading up to it, in some roundabout logic of celebration = permission to be bothersome. So, she's not very fazed to find that the cake was one of her brother's absurdly lavish gifts for the year.

Just... Tonia squints at the note a bit, thinking, before she huffs and puffs her cheeks.

"I don't need to do any of that, you big dummy," she mutters to herself, before turning back to her in-process choco-kebab. She makes sure to skewer the smaller fruits along with a semi-misshapen chunk of cake before carefully dipping the whole thing into the streaming chocolate. Admiring her handiwork for a second, Tonia then turns sharply on her heel and rushes out.

The end result is that there's a slight mess of chocolate trailing down the corridors, and it's dripping over her nightdress, but she could care less when she has something super duper wooper important to do right now!!

Which is to slam the door to her brother's office open, walk in, ignore whatever her brother's reaction is to her sudden appearance, and shove the chocolate skewer into his mouth.

Once it's securely in said mouth, Tonia determinedly sets her hands on her hips - oh, wait, no, gotta rub some of the chocolate off her fingers first; her dress is looking even more of a mess but that's what laundry is for - okay, now she sets her hands on her hips, not quite frowning, but not exactly all smiles either.

"Dummmmmmmy!" She starts, loudly. "You can't just give me a giant cake like that and then expect me to just sit there quietly and make plans all by myself! That's so boring! And lame! Who wants to think that much on their birthday?"

"So, since it's my birthday, I've decided that we're not going to do much thinking at all." She wiggles a finger at him, slight smears of chocolate still on it. "We're just going to eat the cake. Yes, we. I've just decided now that I'm going to share it with you. We're going to finish all of the cake today itself! And you're not going to do aaaaany work, because that's lame, and it's my birthday, and I said so. And even if we have time after finishing the cake, you're still not going to do any work. We're going to have fun in the city, like you suggested. Maybe we can go buy a bakery together, or something."

She finally pokes his nose with the same finger, leaving a small dab of chocolate there. Tonia briefly feels her lips curling into a snort at the sight of Ayaks with chocolate on his face, but focuses hard to keep her you must listen to me I am being very serious big brother so don't laugh expression. "That is going to be the agenda for today, no changes or questions asked! And you can't regret this, because you allowed for this to happen, if you ask me.

"Especially with that dumb note of yours. Why write all that sappy stuff down when you could just say it to my face? Wish me a happy birthday when I'm awake, not when I'm still sleeping!"

Tonia looks on insistently for a few trailing seconds, awaiting the very words that she mentioned, but then remembers the choco-kebab she put into his mouth. Something sheepish twitches its way across her face before she huffs - "W-Well, afterwards! You can say all the stuff in your note to me afterwards. Is the chocolate good enough for me to eat first?"

[akaeijis]

What's your AC? Because I need to hit that

prompt: library books and pouring rain x “Just five more minutes.” tags: spamano, vaguely high school au, pre-relationship

“Just five more minutes.”

“Lovino, I’ve never seen you read so much before.” Antonio frowned, “Is it because it’s raining outside?”

Lovino flipped to another page and said without missing a beat, “Sorry that you’re too stupid to ever notice, but I do read.”

Antonio sighed. He thought that staying at the library after school was booo-ring, but it was raining outside and no one else was free to entertain him. Francis had left as soon as school ended and Gilbert was at band practice. There was no soccer practice today because of the rain, so he thought that it was the perfect opportunity to spend some time with Lovino!

He was not expecting to be ignored the whole time. Antonio groaned, leaning back dramatically against the beanbag he was sitting on. He began counting the books on the shelf behind Lovino. He couldn’t make it to ten.

“Lovino, I swear it’s been five minutes already. Can we please, please do something else now?”

Lovino checked his phone quickly and turned back to his book. “It’s only been two. Let me finish my chapter and maybe we can do something else. Maybe try thinking of what you want to do since it’s raining.”

And like that, Antonio was chopped liver.

Antonio hated the rain. He hated anything that wasn’t a beautiful sunny day with a bright blue sky. Fall was a bit tolerable, but gloomy and pouring rain might as well be his circle of hell. He didn’t really have any great ideas on what to do on a rainy day. Usually, he stayed in and played some video games. Sometimes he would bother Francis and Gilbert and they would get up to something, their latest adventure being that they stole wine from Francis’ parents and played poker.

And what could be so interesting that Lovino was reading anyway? He didn’t even try to look at the title, since the book was one of those older ones with no cover and just some imprinted letters on a dark background. The book was Gulliver’s Travels.

Antonio racked his brain trying to figure out how he had heard of that book before. “Why are you reading that book? I remember Arthur talking about it in class, but he’s annoying and I tune out everything he has to say.”

Lovino rolled his eyes, “You tune out everything.”

“That’s not true. I listen when I think it’s important. Like with my friends. Or with you.”

“What, am I not a ‘friend’?” Lovino grumbled, but put the book away. Antonio was gleeful from the newfound attention. “It’s a satire from the 1600s. It’s about this stupid sea captain and he travels the world.” Lovino said flatly.

“Mhmm. But I asked why you’re reading it. See, I’m aware of stuff.”

To Antonio’s shock, Lovino stayed quiet. Antonio smiled, he finally figured out what he wanted to do for the rest of their afternoon now.

“What, are you hiding something? I can’t really think of what you’re shy about, but I won’t make fun of you. After all, it’s just a book.”

Lovino was scarlet. Antonio was terribly intrigued. He swung his feet from under the table, waiting for Lovino’s answer.

Then, Lovino whispered. “It’s for my D&D group.”

“What? D&D… Isn’t that…”

“Yea,” Lovino nodded slowly. “Dungeons And Dragons. We’re doing a campaign where our PCs travel across the sea, and I wanted to check out old-timey adventure books on the sea for inspiration. Our DM recommended it to me.”

Antonio sat. He had no idea how to take in this information. Lovino, sweet Lovino, who almost fell asleep in every class. Lovino, who had very high standards when it came to, well, everything, was… a nerd?

Instead he focused on, “What’s a DM?”

When he took a peek at Lovino’s embarrassed face, Antonio’s heart almost burst out of his chest. “Dungeon Master.”

Antonio grabbed Lovino’s hand and watched with delight as he turned a bit more red. He asked, “When is the next game?”

Despite his flush, Lovino rolled his eyes and said, “We call it our campaign session. Why?”

“Please let me come with you!”

[...]

“What the hell is he doing here?”

Antonio ignored Arthur and observed his surroundings. They were in Arthur’s basement, which was pretty dim and decked out with a lot of candles. Antonio wondered if it was a fire hazard. The table was hollowed and had a map in the center. Inside were little figures of trees, ships, and other impressive details.

“He wanted to check it out, so stop your bitching.” Lovino said, sitting at the corner. He pulled up a stool and pointed for Antonio to sit there.

“I didn’t know we could bring guests,” Lukas said, who was sitting next to Antonio. “I would’ve brought Emil.”

“No guests aren’t allowed. This is a closed group, Lovino!” Arthur scowled. “We cannot start with him here!”

Lovino replied with heat, “This is not a closed group. You bastard, you literally brought Alfred here two months ago! All because you let him hit.”

Antonio covered his mouth to stifle his giggles. Across the table, he saw Elizaveta and Matthew laugh a bit.

“Fuck off, that’s not true. He wanted to join that day to get inspiration for our other campaign,” Arthur rolled his eyes. But he let Antonio sit without question and Arthur went to plug his laptop.

“It’s true,” Matthew spoke up. “Our campaign was getting a bit dull. Even I was getting bored.”

Lovino inched closer to Antonio and whispered, “Arthur, Matthew, and Alfred have another campaign with Yao from math class. It started because they’re all neighbors, but I hear Yao likes to go too much into the lore.”

Antonio barely heard what he said. He was too focused on Lovino’s hot breath by his ear.

Lovino took out a little figurine. His character had a sword and a shield.

Antonio asked, “So this is your character? What’s his name?”

Despite the chatter, the room seemed so silent. Antonio waited.

“His name is Don Quixote.”

“Uhm… Lovino isn’t that-”

Lovino turned to look at him with eyes wide with emotion. “Shut it, dumbass. I know what you’re going to say. Yeah, whatever it’s like a satire so was the other book I was reading today, I got a brain. Anyway, I just thought that I could give him another life on the board. See his dreams get fulfilled or whatever.”

Antonio was taken aback. He sat there in silence, processing everything Lovino had said. He heard Lovino grumble, “Whatever, if you don’t have anything to fucking say.” He then went back to setting up his papers and whatnot.

Antonio put his hand on Lovino’s shoulder as if he had no control over his body, and said, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

Instead of turning into the lovely shade of red that Antonio was expecting, Lovino furrowed his eyebrows. “This is what makes you fess up? What, you have some kinda nerd fetish or something?”

Without a beat, Antonio said, “Yes. When it’s you.”

Lovino rolled his eyes and swiftly pecked him on the mouth. “You are so fucking weird.”

a/n: i might post this on ao3 but not sure. I'm trying to do this thing where I post drabbles & one shots as writing exercises. anyway, looking for more of my writing? here's my ao3 I'm working on a spamano romcom :) this was so fun to write! i don't know anything abt dnd LOL and it took a very long time to research stuff abt it anyway this is inspired by romano's adventure w paladins & knights & don quixote

[unmellowyellowfellow]

writer tag game!! <3

tagged by @at-thezenith !!! thank you i loved these questions

1. what was the first piece of writing you did where you thought "wow I'd love to be a writer"? i wrote a silly lil fanfic about my favorite bass player and had more fun doing that than any other hobby i've ever had, and then i started to read pretty avidly to help me escape my reality and that made me finally decide to write; because i wanted to help others escape their own reality.

2. how do you gather inspiration for your works? (pinterest boards, writing prompts, etc) usually either from pinterest or dialogue prompts! but sometimes the right song on the radio will also inspire something:)

3. what genre is easiest to write? what's the hardest? why? fantasy is by far the easiest to me. you can create anything you want for whatever reason you want no matter how historically accurate or downright silly. i think that romance is the hardest to write (personally) because it is really hard to be able to convey a person being in love in words; the feeling exceeds words. also my relationships in the past were all VERY toxic so i keep a lot of my stories platonic so i don't project into my writing lol (which is fine to do! i just don't want to write and relive all my relationship trauma. maybe one day)

4. what does a typical day of writing look like for you? a LOT of pinterest, lots of music, i clean my entire house because i can't write in a dirty environment; i get all stressed about cleaning. i can usually push out 3,000 words per writing session in a pretty quick fashion because i work best without preparedness and just spit whatever comes out of my brain instead.

5. free space! ramble about a character you've most enjoyed writing about. i think that emilio is my current favorite to write about and build around. he is my first diverse character to put up front, and i am loving it. i am doing as much research as i can to be as accurate as possible. i haven't done someone diverse in lots of detail before because i've always felt very uneducated and did not want to risk being offensive or inconsiderate. i do feel like i've grown in my writing enough now though:) he's super goofy and very strong willed and needs to be protected because he is precious to me.

6. if you could pick the brains of one author, who would you pick and why? CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE. her writing is my BIGGEST inspiration. i love her details and her characters (Saturday from tgwcf is my BABY). i was just telling my fiancé last night that i would sell my kidneys to go to a writing class if she offered one. that woman is a god

7. what's one writing tip that has stuck in your head? my answer is pretty vague but LEARN TO WRITE LIKE YOU. writing rules are cool and all but they are made to be broken. there are books out there, BESTSELLERS, with run on sentences that go on for pages. people publish with millions of commas or semicolons. do not let the writing "rules" hold you back. your story deserves to be told the way you want to tell it!!

this is SUPERRR OPEN TAG!! but (no pressure) i'd love to tag @avi-why @anonymousfoz @leisoree @moonlitinks and @daisywords !!!!

here are your questions!!

1. spill. who is your favorite author, and why? and what book is your favorite of theirs?

2. which book have you read that you dislike the most? why?

3. which wip (current or past) is your absolute favorite that you've written/are writing?

4. have you written a series? if no, would you ever consider it?

5. what do you hope your readers will take away from your wips?

6. would you allow a movie adaption of your wip?

7. brag about your current wip!! :) (if no current, brag about your favorite one you've ever done! or both hehe)

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Chapter 19

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Hello everyone! Chapter 19!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

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Having gotten Robin, who had taken a hairbrush to his messy locks, we went outside to see Rikaad standing on a Podium in front of the manor.

Considering the podium was stone it had to have been there for quite some time, probably built with the house itself.

There was already a crowd,  a bit more sparse the closer to the front it got, apparently not many people wanted to be near the more nonhuman visitors.

We took one of the more free spots which put me near that Leon guy.

He looked over and bared his teeth, making me take a step back at the snarling grimace.

I probably would take it more personally if he didn't do the same to a human on his other side right now.

Not a fan of people huh? 

Then again if people got too close they might notice the slightly too pointy ears and teeth as well as the unusual eye color.

That was something I could understand, not wanting people to get close and figure out you weren't really human.

So, keeping my distance from the rather hostile young man,  I turned to face Rikaad who had already been talking a bit.

Apparently it was about the future of the island and how if they wanted to live peacefully they couldn't keep shutting out and downright hunting other sentient people just because they weren't human.

That most of the nonhuman people weren't even out for a fight and just wanted to live their lives and do their job, same as everyone else.

And if they had wanted to fight they would already have done so, outnumbering humans on this island by far anyway.

He spoke more words of peace and the like as well as hoping to work together in the future instead of against each other and then finally went to appoint the new Mayor.

It was Marianna, Shalimars mother and Cassidy's Ex wife.

Now I wondered even more what I missed, because apparently Rikaad and Marianna had to have been in contact a few times before already.

And she did spy work on the old mayor to find all those documents and other things to get him to jail.

Rikaad had not looked the least bit surprised as she appeared and handed over the papers.

All of that had to have been carefully planned.

I looked confusedly at Robin who looked just as confused back.

Ah, so neither of us knew then.

Rikaad spoke some more about a few changes,  not all of which were met with applause before finishing the speech and bowing politely in front of all those watching.

I just stared, being King must be exhausting as hell,  and Rikaad wasn't the type to take breaks.

Well, at least he had the nerves to stand in front of a thousand or more people and talk without stuttering once or messing up.

I for sure would rather faint than do that.

But it also reminded me it had been forever since I had actually talked to him, either time or other things getting in the way.

As soon as we got back to Kamerasca and things had calmed down a little i'd go and drag him outside for a bit, fuck knew he needed a break.

Arthur and Robin as well, then maybe we could just hang out for a bit.

Maybe Oakley would come with, and speak about things that made my brain struggle to understand.

I should also probably tell the guy using magic about magic dying, maybe he could keep a better eye on it and tell me when to stop shifting.

“Hey fucker! You were late!”

I jumped as someone tapped at my back, turning around to see Jamie perching on Akeem again.

For something made of heavy stone he was surprisingly quiet.

Jamie wasn't though.

“Well next time inform me sooner, why did they even send you?”

Jamie just shrugged, pointing at Cassidy.

“Was his job but Marianna, uhh, 'Distracted him' ”

I was not gonna ask what that entailed.

“Nevermind then, what now? Do we go back to Kariba island?”

“Ask the bossman, i'm just here to see what stupid stuff Ronan will do”

Ah yeah, of course.

Where was he anyway?

Eh, not my problem.

I gave Jamie a thumbs up and collected Robin to go ask Rikaad what we were doing next.

Rikaad himself was back in the manor, talking to Marianna about easier means of communication than sending letters per ship.

Apparently Marianna wanted to build a post office where flying creatures such as Harpies could work, which however required to make resting stations on the smaller island between here and Kamerasca.

The idea itself wasn't so bad,  though it would probably take some time to do that.

RIkaad still gave the okay if they managed to do it but wasn't expecting it to be ready anytime soon.

After that Marianna left and Rikaad turned to us.

“There you two are, how are you doing?”

Robin whipped up and down where he stood, cheerfully answering.

“I'm good! I still wanna go do a beach day with all of you!  Do you think we can do that before we go home?”

That would be fun, if we could get him to come with us.

“We could ask any of the sailors if they know a good spot! Come on you deserve a break once in a while too”

Rikaad did look thoughtful for a moment.

“Well, since there don't seem to be any problems I don't see why we couldn't do that, how about you two ask someone for a nice place while i wrap things up here?”

YES! Success! A fun day for us and Rikaad finally would take a break!

“Yes! I'm gonna ask Ronan,  he's been around so I'm sure he knows more than one place”

Though for that we had to find him first,  wherever the hell that scatterbrained idiot had gone.

“Oh i saw him with a medic, i think someone punched him”

Why was that not surprising? Probably Shalimars fault.

“Alright thank you Rikaad, well go and look for the medic station”

He nodded and pointed us down the hallway behind him.

Down the rather short hall was indeed a very small medic symbol painted on the door, a staff with two snakes.

I ought to find out what those snakes stood for at some point.

Robin politely knocked on the door and a very old looking man opened it.

“Oh hi doc! Is Ronan here?”

Robin knew the guy? How much did I miss?

“Ahh Robin, welcome! Yes there is a young man by that name here I assume you want to talk to him?”

We both nodded and the old man let us in,  pointing at a window bed where Ronan was staring out of.

I doubted he was supposed to be half kneeling on the bed and sticking his head out like that,  but not like he normally followed any other instructions either.

“Ronan! Hey!”

He startled and hit his head on the top of the window,  cursing something only Jamie could have teached him.

“Ow! Oh hey! Did that weird guy punch you too?”

Weird guy? So not Shalimar?

As he turned around i could see he sported a blue eye.

“Uh what? No? Wait, who punched you?”

He shrugged, hopping off the bed.

“Uhh i think its the guy your friends picked up at some point? 

Something with L”

“You mean Leon? Yeah he didn't exactly make a friendly first impression, or second, or third”

Or any impression really.

“Yeah that guy, I just asked if he had any Elven ancestry and WHAM!  I got a blue eye and no answers! Fucking rude”

Maybe he shouldn't go around asking people such things.

“I guess, though a stranger asking that probably isn't something he likes”

“Oh, yeah, I guess, hey what did you want me for?”

Oh right, the reason we came here for.

“We wanted to ask if you knew a nice spot for a beach day? 

Preferably one with no danger”

“Oh sure! I know plenty! There are a few nice ones around Kariba I could show you! there's this one pretty small island that's half sand and half dirt with a few trees and boulders! You could span a hammock! 

And it's got lots of shells, though there are some hermit crabs but they won't bother you, just check the shells you pick up for any inhabitants!”

That did sound nice, and if it really wasn't far from Kariba island then we'd probably go there.

“Sounds good! I'll tell Rikaad about it when I can! Oh also i don't think we are staying here for much longer so maybe get your stuff ready” “Will do! This place is kinda boring anyway, the houses all look so similar to each other and the people here aren't exactly friendly” 

That they weren't, and at this point I was not expecting them to be.

“Yeah, sometimes people suck, but were leaving anyway”

Ronan nodded and then was called over by the old man again, The medic wanted to check his eye again to make sure the punch hadn't damaged it.

I grabbed Robin and left the man to his job,  still questioning how Robin knew him.

“Hey where did that medic know you from? He knew your name before any of us said anything”

“Oh he's the doc of the Victory Rose! 

Though I have no idea what he's doing here,  Maybe he came with us on the Call Of The Damned? I mean the Victory Rose is currently being repaired, also he gave a first aid course”

He did? Well if he managed to explain things to the scatterbrained Ginger that was great.

“Really? What did you learn? 

And what poor soul had to be a test subject?”

He laughed, telling over the next hour what he had learned, which apparently was mainly how to get a fish hook out of a finger or leg and some other basic stuff as well as how to reset a dislocated arm.

Huh, he learned quite a bit, and of his own volition no less! Impressive!

“That Impressive! 

Next time I faceplant to the ground I can just ask you to help!”

He laughed at that.

“Ha! I'm still not as good as an actual medic! But I know how to clean scrapes at least!

But, uhm, i only really did that so i wouldn't have to sit around alone with my own brain, i mean, you fell overboard and i just wanted to do something that took more of my attention than that”

He had started fiddling with his nails.

“Don't worry, at least you did something useful! All I was good for was serving as entertainment for Imugi! And I guess Jamie too.

One time I got stuck on the mast because they don't have a ladder there and Jamie told me if I managed to get up I'd get a prize,  they had to help me get back down, the NEXT day!”

That had been chaotic, not that I remembered most of it.

“No way! Wait what Prize? What did you get?”

Ohh right! The prize was in the little bag Jamie had given me, which was still on the Halcyon!

“Oh I forgot it on the ship! Good thing we are going back to Kariba later! I'll show you then yeah? It's a little fossil of a sea star”

“A fossil? Cool! At least you can't lose it while it's there!”

“Yeah and it can't break either, but remind me to grab it, i don't think anyone would go back to an entire island just because i forgot something”

Though I could probably send a letter and ask them to send it to Kamerasca.

The rest of the day went pretty boring, people put more Crates on the Call Of The Damned and a few were taken off and sometime late afternoon a headcount was done and everyone shooed onto the ship.

Looking around I saw that Ronan, Akeem and Jamie were all accounted for, Robin was already back in the cabin somewhere to set up his stuff, not that either of us had much.

I decided to walk over the deck once more before we left,  looking at the island from the ship.

It really did look as Ronan had said,  The houses were pretty similar and everything looked way too neat, every detail of this place clearly planned out.

No wonder considering it had all been built around the same time.

Even Kamerasca itself had more charm than this artificially looking place.

I silently wished Marianna the best of luck with that.

Speaking of, she was down at the pier and talking to Shalimar,  giving her something that looked like a whip.

That would not go well,  either she'd manage to tie it into a horrible knot or end up taking someone's eye out if her acrobatic skills were any indication.

Well, better keep away for a bit till she was okay at using that weapon.

The ride back on the Call Of The Damned was uneventful,  aside from Imugi showing up and whistling at Ronan for attention.

Jamie tossed him overboard, stating that since he had that bracelet now he could swim the rest of the way back with Imugi.

I wasn't about to argue with that, besides they were right about the swimming part, and if anything happened Imugi was there at least.

And he actually did swim all the way back,  shifting to human size overnight and letting Imugi carry him before shifting to the water creature the next day again.

He probably did that out of spite now.

Though as soon as we got back to Kariba he crashed onto shore and fell asleep as he was.

No wonder there really, the beach day seemed to have to wait a bit.

In the meantime I decided to try and help out rebuilding the Halcyon to the best of my ability, which mainly involved carrying heavy stuff with Akeem and holding things steady while they fixed it in place.

At some point the resident medic, Grace,  came over to see if anyone had hit their finger with a hammer yet.

Pretty sure that was mainly meant for Ronan,  who had dropped one a few times already.

Grace also did comment on my muscle density, stating that for the size they were they were nearly double as strong as average.

Well, that was something? 

Did it have anything to do with the Bracelet? maybe?

Though i was able to lift up an entire person without much difficulty,  as well as other heavy stuff like while repairing the ship.

Of course the rest of the crew immediately wanted to test that,  by telling me to hold my arms out and have them cling to them while dangling over the ground.

Surprisingly enough I managed to hold one person per arm, Yamet on the left and Imik on the right as they were roughly the same size.

That was really a bit more than average, I'd have to ask Oakley about that at some point as it might be connected to the Bracelet.

Though as Ronan tried it he immediately folded.

We ended up sleeping in their weird cave house again, Yamet making some oil fried fish for Dinner that Imugi had tossed at him through the window, making him fall over as the fish was bigger than he was.

After that Ronan shifted and broke a shelf,  Both Yamet and Imik chased him around in the confined space with a broomstick and frying pan, cursing him out.

Jamie of course joined in on that, especially the cursing.

The weird shape of the creature form was surprisingly agile,  at least for a bit until he tripped over his own flipper like hands and face planted into the wall.

He was threatened quite a bit to change back and they made him sleep outside with Imugi, which I sincerely doubted was the first time.

The next day we collected Rikaad from wherever the fuck he had slept, IF he had any sleep at all,  and dragged him to the freshly repaired Halcyon, waiting for Ronan to put the Harness on Imugi to go to the beach he had talked about.

As it turned out the beach itself was maybe two hours out and looked exactly like Ronan had described it, sand and trees and all.

The day was actually pretty great,  We collected seashells and then moved on to throwing clumps of wet sand at each other and nobody remembered who even started it.

After that we went into the water, Rikaad actually showing off how good of a swimmer he was, well at least i could be sure he wouldn't drown.

But it was nice to see that he finally took a break, and actually had some fun for once even though he lost the armwrestling against Akeem.

To be fair Akeem was a statue and technically didn't have muscles to best.

Surprisingly enough I nearly won against him,  Both of us have to strain to try and win.

Though he still ended up winning.

After that we went swimming again,  The water here was nicely clear and not as cold as in Kamerasca.

At some point both me and Ronan shifted, splashing water around and making big waves for the others.

Considering Ronan’s big ass Flipper hands he had more success at making bigger waves than I did.

At some point i grabbed his tail with my teeth,  dragging him over the sand and through the smaller waves.

In response he tried to drag me into the water, but only ended up with a mouthful of green fur.

In retaliation for that I jumped on top of him, noting that the weird fin on his back wasn't entirely hair but just covered by the fine strands.

He tried to twist out from under me to not much success,  me being nearly double as heavy as he was.

We roughhoused for a good bit more, making sure to keep a bit distance to not accidentally roll over someone.

At some point Imugi joined in which caused even more chaos as she, despite being part of the crew, was completely unbiased and went after both of us, trying to spit water at us.

The day was over way too fast for my tastes and we ended up sitting on one of the boulders to watch the sun slowly set.

For whatever reason we hadn't properly done that yet,  then again thus far there was either chaos or someone missing.

Well technically Arthur was missing but we knew where he was and that he was okay, probably more so than if he had come with.

Poor guy would just have been seasick the entire time.

Still Poor guy as he was stuck at home with Nea and had to deal with her antics.

We sailed back as soon as the sun was completely down, Imugi being so nice and dragging the Boat again, being sly she spit water at Ronan one last time before dunking her head under and towing the boat.

Aside from that the way back to Kariba Island was uneventful and boring, but strangely enough Rikaad actually thanked me for making him come along.

Well yeah duh, he was our friend, and clearly had needed a break.

It wasn't fair that he had to do all this King stuff,  He was only eighteen and as Oakley had once said that was just a Number and didn't magically make someone an adult.

It was mean that he just didn't get to do fun stuff anymore that was considered childish, just because of his title.

But it was very clear he wouldn't trade the title or let anyone else try to do it as long as he could do it himself.

Yeah I'd remind him from now more that even he needed breaks.

Being lazy we slept on the ship,  Akeem somehow Procured a bunch of blankets and pillows.

I refrained from shifting, not wanting to steal so much space and ended up in the middle of the sleep heap, back down on the deck.

I stared up at the stars till long after everyone else was asleep, simply watching the moon and the star Fable had pointed out to me.

Lafayah, the north most star that was sometimes used to navigate.

It was nice, just laying there surrounded by people that did not want to kill me, surrounded by friends.

Simply being there and listening to their breathing as they slept.

If only it could always be like this, peaceful and calm.

Sadly the next day was a lot more hectic as we got ready to sail back to Kamerasca, the Victory Rose sporting a new mast now.

Before I got onboard Jamie tossed the little bag with my stuff at my head, which I nearly forgot again,  yelling at me to keep a better eye on my stuff.

Then the Victory Rose set sail back Home,  the smaller Halcyon following a good bit behind.

Just a few days, and an unnecessary amount of switching between ships with the help of Imugi, later the coast of Kamerasca could be seen.

In a few hours we’d be home again.

Well all of this sure would be a crazy story to write to Fable.

And I still had not worked on my awful handwriting.

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

[shynmighty]

Break for Aeony, Alone for Taijin, midnight for Vhespasian, and Skin for Aeseca😉

Oooh!!! Asks!!! Beautiful asks!!! Yay!!!! 😆

Seriously. Thanks so much. Real life has been kinda stressful lately, so it's nice to get an excuse to ramble about my blorbos.

And I'm still answering these, if anyone is interested!

This will probably get long, so...

Let's start with Aeony!

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

It would probably be some combination of failure/loss/meaninglessness. Having everything she's so hard for go down the drain and not matter. Being unable to protect those dearest to her. Succumbing to darkness in such a way that everything comes crashing down around her. It might seem dramatic, but the stakes are high for Aeony, she's built a huge Alliance, found people she cares for, and tries her best to walk in the light.

If such a catastrophe were to strike, Aeony would probably look mostly the same but be completely dead inside. The closest she came to that kind of despair was when she was captured by the Emperor and was forced into his servitude. Aeony took it as a personal failure and that stayed with her going forward. Now and then she suffers from flashbacks and anxiety over it, but only those closest to her would notice anything is wrong. A very select few are privy to her allowing herself to fall apart completely.

Now for Taijax!

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

Taijax is mostly okay with loneliness. He's the type of guy who prefers having four quarters to a hundred pennies when it comes to friends. He's not the most sociable guy, anyway. He will reach out to those close friends when he needs them. If, for whatever reason, they aren't there he finds solace in communing with the Force. He and the Force are BFFs, after all.

He doesn't tend to break down when he's alone, rather he draws strength from looking forward to seeing his pals again. It takes more than that to rattle him.

Here we go for Vhespasian!

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

You found the King of Insomniacs. If this man could get away with never sleeping, he would. All kinds of crazy nightmares seem to find their way to his brain when he tries to rest. Most involve mind control, or losing control, or being powerless...the things that really ramp up his stress levels.

He's tried everything. Nothing seems to keep him from waking up in a cold sweat, shaking. He'll just keep working until he passes out from exhaustion, relive the nightmares, and cope by getting back to work. In the small hours of the night when he should be sleeping, he can be found reading mission reports, drinking caf, and trying to forget.

It's Aeseca's turn!

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

Aeseca never lets herself feel comfortable because she can't stop comparing herself to others. Her feelings of inferiority have dragged her down her entire life. The biggest problem is that instead of acknowledging her issues, she thinks she's just fundamentally flawed. She works tirelessly to excel in the hopes that her next accomplishment will be the one that finally frees her from feeling like she'll never be good enough.

She has yet to face this part of herself, and she may never be ready to...but it'll happen, sooner or later.

Thank you so much for the ask!!! This was so fun!!! 😁

[bookshelfdreams]

Im sorry about this i need to rant. I thought things were getting better but Izzy stan Twitter is at it again with their whining, truth bending and self-victimising.

'Do you like OMFD but wish the queer disabled hero didnt die?' IZZY IS NOT THE HERO OF THIS SHOW!!!!! He is at best a reformed antagonist. What an insult to the other disabled characters, and what about the actual heroes of the show??

'We've been betrayed by straight man writing queer stories'. First of all, way to dismiss the other writers. Also, its not his fault you project your personal traumas and mental health on a fictional character on a show with death in the title.

'GB's ending is comphet (?????) because 'we only need eachother' and theyre breaking away from their queer community' ED HAS BEEN WANTING TO LEAVE PIRACY SINCE LAST SEASON!!! also, its progress that Stede was able to resist basic flattery. And David made it clear that they still have work to do. This one truly broke my brain.

Im just sick of all this. Izzy stans have been coddled for the past week, being told its ok to grieve, but theyve crossed multiple lines. I do wish some things had been more explicit in this finale, only because David overestimated the maturity and media literacy of some people.

Sorry for this but i needed to talk to people here. Its beyond annoyance at this point. Im angry and sick of petty crybabies actively working to poison what we've built.

Don't apologize, feel free to rant at me any time!

"The Blackbonnet ending is comphet" surely is A Take, let me add that to the It's Only Queer If It's Subtext Collection, also featuring such gems as

The Lupete marriage proposal/wedding was basically straight

Canon queer ships are boring and unimportant

Izzy has the only queer arc

Izzy is the only "convincingly" queer character

It's super interesting to see this develop. The massive victim/persecution complex of a certain subset of Izzy fans. The vitriol leveled against all other fans, and the show itself, because clearly, these people never liked ofmd in the first place. Never liked what it actually had to say and instead, invented subtext that was never there to look into instead. It's like watching the birth of a conspiracy theory under controlled conditions in a petry dish. You will see these people say with their whole chest the most unhinged bullshit imaginable and receive praise for it, but when you keep in mind that for months, they have discussed the show Izzy in their insular little echo chambers, most of their takes become a lot more understandable. There's robust internal logic, even though, due to the flawed premise, none of it makes any sense.

But it becomes understandable when we loop back around to the point that a lot of these people don't engage with the show on its own merit. They really treat it as if it were just another queerbaity (maybe not even that) mid-2010s thing, too afraid to do something different.

ofmd is not that! But when all you have is a hammer. And when you're surrounded by people who keep insisting that yes, obviously that problem is a nail. That one too. Nails are all that exist. yk.

But. And please know that I am holding your hands and speak as gently as I can when I say this.

But please don't get angry about this? If this whole drama genuinely upsets you, you might need to take a step back and remind yourself that it's just fandom. It's just some idiots somewhere enjoying the pirate show wrong. It's not that important. There's plenty of things that are worth your anger in the world right now. Everything is fucked. But this isn't one of them.

Like, for me, this is fun. I am a petty bitch, I love to gawk at bad takes, I love conspiracy theories, reading things like this tickles my brain in the best possible way. It's like reading through the Psiram wiki (which is also something I do for fun. Yes, I am aware there's something wrong with me). It's even better, because it's inconsequential. It doesn't have very real human misery attached to it.

Like, obviously i think it's fine to be opinionated about dumb bullshit on the internet, and while picking fights with people who don't agree with me isn't something I enjoy personally, some people do and there's nothing wrong with that either. As long as everyone involved is having fun.

But. You gotta keep your distance, you know? Don't get personally mad at people with bad opinions. Having wrong opinions about the pirate show isn't actually harmful. Fandom isn't activism.

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hey there, i'm a 'long time listener, first time caller' just wanting to send some love and appreciation your way. i really enjoy reading your fics and look forward to all your updates! you sure know how to set a proper thirst trap <3

you actually gave me the kick i needed to binge babylon 5 because it was on my radar for some time. i had just finished ds9 a while back (not my first watch), and i was still jones-ing for some sci-fi. you made some posts about the show and the rest is history lol

after finishing the series a couple of weeks ago, my 'b5 blorbos' are bester, neroon, and g'kar. i have some very specific scenarios that currently play in my head that i'd love for someone as skilled as you to put out into the world. i can't wait until you open fic requests again! ;)

but in the meantime, i'm thoroughly enjoying all the other fics in your impressive catalogue. i came for the garak/reader stories (no pun intended!), but i stayed for the likes of koval, letant, vreenak, solok, vorik, and dukat.

again, kudos on continuing to post these fics, they're really well-written. some explicit material can be very tiresome and/or juvenile, but it's clear you have quality writing experience to back you up, and you have great instincts as to what works and what doesn't. keep up the fantastic work! <3

Aww, thank you so much!!! I'm so glad you like my stories! I'm just gonna come out and say it: I've been hoarding this ask in my inbox and re-reading it every time I needed a pick-me-up, so uh...I apologize for being so late to respond. This ask has just been giving me the very good brain chemicals. 😅

First off, thank you so so much for your kind words and for taking the time to jump into my ask box to say something about it! I really do appreciate your support! 💖

Second, omg you are (I think) the third person I have managed to convince that Babylon 5 is worth a watch! I'm so honored that I was able to give you the lil push you needed to finally try it out. (I'm still on Season 3, because I've been trying to savor new shows instead of unhealthily binging things to the point of sleep deprivation like I've done in the past lol.) I'm so glad you enjoyed the show and have new blorbos!! Bester is very intriguing to me. Neroon is Very Yes™. And G'Kar...OMG G'KAR. 😍 He's my main B5 blorbo, if I'm gonna be completely honest and truthful about the situation. (Hence the lorge, semi-elaborate fic that "Who Reads The Mind-Reader?" is about to become once the SoC challenge is over. 🙈) Andreas Katsulas did such an amazing job in that role that it's almost impossible not to like G'Kar.

As for my requests, when I do eventually re-open them, I will for sure be adding characters from B5 to my list of people I'm willing to write for, so I'm totally open to writing those for you! I'm so glad that you've been enjoying my other fics in the meantime! I've had a lot of fun writing all of them, so I'm always glad to hear that people are still enjoying them!

Thank you again for your super sweet words, my friend! 💖 I may not have any professional writing experience under my belt (yet), but I do have a couple of actual novels I'm working on, so at some point in the future when I've figured out the whole process of becoming a published author, that will hopefully change! Until then, I hope you continue to enjoy my humble little fanfics! 🙏💖 Happy reading!! Feel free to drop by any time!