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m1ckeyb3rry · 20 days

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LMAOOO nah dw abt embarrassing me it must be done….Id rather you see it than have me send it to someone who doesn’t match my freak and have them think im insane

Omg Karasu in the lead?? Guys…….Mira you’ve fr cultivated Karasu nation LMAOO but no you’re so right I remember seeing a poll awhile ago from someone and ofc there were the fan faves like Nagi Reo Kaiser as options and I was shocked to see Karasu there?? Ofc he was dead last in the results but not unexpected ig….also BAROU THIRD GUYS!!!! Barouism rising too??

No seriously Isagi would be sooo cooked if Nagi wasn’t there….trust I know that Nagi goal in u20 is gonna make him skyrocket I’m imagining all the edits to it now LMAO

It’s just the miraverse of content….new genre it’s called “would Mira watch this?” The parallels do go hard though I wasn’t expecting to find so many LOL

HAAHA SHIDOU lowk that’d be really funny….imagine like a 200k wc fic of Shidou shenanigans and sus quotes

Maybe I’ve been too desensitized because when you said too extreme I was expecting a lot more violence LMAO you got the perfect amount though I think when you said extreme I was thinking of Shidou level oops

NO FR?? Like he’s not gonna ever take the top spot but lowk I’ve grown to appreciate him….youre so right though LOLL closeted sweetheart >>> closeted asshole bro wait the grape candy scene was so cute I forgot to mention….its so funny how he kinda just gives it to her without saying anything about it like how people would do secret deals or something but no it’s just grape candy LMAOOO

THREE bro….the aura is crazy…to the dude who wanted your insta you should’ve been like “if you buy me a $50 cupcake I’ll give it to you” /j lowk investing in a bodyguard does not sound like a bad idea tho

OOOOOOH very excited for everything….also the whole masterlist layout for the oaeu>>>>>>>> the visuals look so CLEAN omg but guys look it’s aiku on Mira’s blog!!!! I saw the poll and have not touched it like wdym I’m supposed to choose???? Let’s see if I can be decisive for once but just know I was debating between tabieitaken and barou….speaking of im kinda curious to see which idea of mine will spark inspiration first LMAO take ur time tho im being so well fed with everything in the lineup so far

Im also laughing missing the cutoff is so funny to me because (unless I didn’t read something) it’s like if you didn’t safely get something in before the impending arrival of aiku you’re in for the long ride LMAOOOO

Ok actually real time update I just put them into a random generator to pick and voted LOL because there’s no way I’m deciding in time but I needed to show some opinion somehow….ok but anyways the main point I came back for was why is Nagi tied with your vote tracking option LMFAOOOOO I’m ngl I’ve never set up a poll here what’s the purpose of that…I just know that people aren’t supposed to pick it but I’m crying why does it have more votes than otoya and yuki

- Karasu anon

HAHA okay that is fair i will def keep you posted on any future typos 🤩 honestly they add to the experience though i mean what is a translator without occasional goofs (/j but also as someone who read a 1.5 million word novel translated online from korean #orv i am very used to wading through odd phrasing to get to the heart of a story so ngl sometimes my mind just skips over typos entirely and i don’t even notice)

unfortunately karasu nation has fallen…he’s in second now (w barou as a very close third) because SAE ITOSHI has a healthy lead 😭 honestly it was expected that man just has too many fans 😓 and most of the other characters on there aren’t AS popular (i’m sure there would’ve been more of a split if rin kaiser or isagi were included but honestly none of them were screaming oaeu to me…sae is kinda in the same category as them for me but he had strong oaeu potential hence why he’s included despite not being a miraverse all star like nagi karasu and barou)

I AM SOOO HYPE FOR THE EDITS PLSSS karasu and otoya edits from third selection?? nagi edits from the u20 game?? BAROU EDITS FROM THE U20 GAME 🤤⁉️ AHHH it’s going to be so good i just know those editors are going to cook up so many delicious concepts i’m actually hype (barely one more month we’re so close!!) and LMAOO no literally iirc nagi scored like four of the five goals against barou and naruhaya or something like if he hadn’t done that isagi would’ve had the naruhaya treatment and been out for good 😭 tik tok fans forgetting who the og goat of bllk was 😢 okay but honestly that’s why i love having nagi AND barou as my favs because one or the other is always up!! truly no losing there (and bllk bros automatically respect anyone who loves barou because most of them are barou glazers as if barou is ANYTHING like them 😒)

i guess part of it is also probably just kaneshiro using typical character archetypes too?? like girly dude white haired dude flirty dude etc etc the nagi dragon art was insane work though like what was the reason for that except to cater to us specifically

nah because yk i’d cook even for shidou 😭 but he would not be my first choice (or my second, or third, so on and so forth) HAHA he’s just a bit too chaotic plus like we’ve mentioned i don’t really find him too attractive even though ik some people do?? LMAOO omg idt i could ever write a character as violent as him especially not kiyora…like he’s chill for the most part just not hesitant to punch someone if needed i guess is how i interpreted it?? whereas shidou would just do it for funsies

I HAD FUN WRITING THE GRAPE CANDY SCENE IT JUST FELT SO HIM like the way he gives her a piece after she successfully swallows a pill as if she’s a dog or smth it’s just so innocent 😭 meanwhile reader is like “wow our tongues will match 😏” FBXJFKDS and him writing his number on the empty box so he doesn’t have to throw it away OR actually give her his number in person for fear of rejection…kiyora my underrated goat fr 🥹

JFNFJDDJSJ PLSSS just drop a quick “erm have i known you since you were four years old?? yeah i didn’t THINK so!!” and move on…i fear writing has made my standards very high hence why i’ve never been in a relationship but you’ll never catch me settling fr 🥱 if they’re not like bfb karasu or peregrine nagi or white butterfly hiori I DON’T WANT THEM 🤣 or ig someone like seabird sae would work too HAHA i’ll sacrifice the pining for a man w money and a sense of humor 🤩

OMG YAYYY I’M GLAD YOU LIKE IT i was inspired by those dollar store self help books as well as rom com movie covers when i was making it and i think it turned out well!! and then i saw one of the graphics accounts i follow had posted the green and purple hearts divider and i was like holy shit this is PERFECT it matches so so well w his entire aesthetic…also peep oliver and aiku being diff colors like his heterchromia 😮 LMAOO genuinely this is probably aiku’s first appearance on my blog (besides his cameo in the last part of fwtkac) but ahhh i’m trying to figure out which req to do next myself!! i have a few to choose from so there’s def a bit of variety…i’m thinking of your requests i’ll probably do chigiri?? because barou is part of the oaeu and idk if i feel connected enough to bachira to write for him yet 🙂‍↕️

NFJDBXSNK no because that’s literally what it is…after the gagamaru req my inbox was pretty stagnant in terms of new reqs so i was like ok let me just get these ones cleared out and then i’ll go back to posting my own things again as well 😭 literally the two hiori requests are from my 500 follower event so from back in JUNE like i need to wrap these up and post them 😭 but idm making the newer ones wait like they can go on the crazy oaeu ride w all of us in the meantime 😩

OMG WHO DID YOU END UP VOTING FOR (unless you want to keep it a secret because if so i understand 🫡) also omg that annoys me sm like fr a pet peeve…basically no one can see the results of a poll until they vote but that includes the creator of the poll?? so if you don’t want to skew the results you just make another option so you can keep track of the poll while it’s still open 🤩 but i absolutely HATE when people pick that option like are you seriously that desperate to know the answer that you pick the option that literally says it’s only for me?? it doesn’t matter what you put people will vote on it but it’s so annoying ughhhh i can’t stop putting it because i’m nosy and like to know what’s going on with the poll in real time but it fr irritates me that people pick it like literally just choose a random option if it’s that deep 😒 i think part of what annoys me is like it so clearly says don’t pick it…and then people still pick it…like were you all dropped on the heads as children or smth…ANYWAYS sorry i feel like i’m so chill normally but there’s random things that genuinely make me crash out for no reason 😭 ALSO POOR YUKI AND OTOYA they’re still behind the FOR MIRA ONLY OPTION (me rn: 🤬😡) atp i’m not going to do polls anymore…like damn sorry i tried to get you all involved why are you being stupid and illiterate rn

actually tbh it’s not that deep idk why it enrages me sm 😰 but uhhh i fear it does for some reason

#answered asks

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fictitious-fluff · 2 years

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This was written in 2021 for Tickletober2021. (posted on @ticklishshenanigansau using their prompt) Posting this to log my progress at a writer

(yes i am p ry lc, have to seperate the name as I want this to be a seperate account that people that know me irl wont be able to find it by searching up my name)

Eight Plus Two Makes Ten

Prompt: Counting

Fandom: Undertale

No pairings

Masterpost

Nothing scheduled today, Papyrus finally taking a day off to hang out with Undyne... Yup. Today was the best day to relax... A day to just be even more lazy, a da- "Sans!" someone shouted, bursting through the door. Oh, it was Frisk.

"oh, wassup?" Sans waved.

"I called you five times already and you didn't pick up or reply to my texts!!!" Frisk exclaimed.

"oh sorry. left my phone upstairs heh."

"Well grab your phone and let's just get going already I guess."

"going where?"

"To the study lounge outside the library you bonehead. Did you forget about our meet up?"

Oh, right! He knew he was missing something today. "ah... ok, give me a moment." Sans said, before teleporting upstairs to grab his phone. "ok i'm ready, let's go frisk."

"Aren't you gonna teleports us there since we're already 25 minutes late?" Frisk questioned.

"oh right, forgot I could do that heh."

Sans held out his hand as he spoke. Frisk rolled her eyes in amusement and grabbed it.

The study lounge usually didn't have many people since the library had aircon while the study lounge didn't. Both of them usually chose that spot since Frisk always felt the library was too cold. Moreover, they kinda liked the privacy the place provided. The best place to study without any disturbance.

As time flew by, sans stumbled across something peculiar to him. "hey frisk? can I comfirm something?" Sans tapped Frisk's shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"this book states humans have 12 pairs of ribs... is there a typo? or is it true."

"It's not wrong. Why? Do you have a different number of ribs?"

Sans looked a little surprised, "well yeah. I only have 10 pairs... weird. humans are weird."

"Pff- says the guy that's close friends with a human. Anyways, would it be fine if I checked to see if you really have 10 pairs of ribs? I'm curious now." It was interesting to Frisk how human anatomy and skeleton monsters were so similiar yet so different. But technically skeleton monsters weren't exactly skeletons from humans so it made sense.

"uh well I rather not do it in public.. you know" Sans commented.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean show it to me, I can just try feeling it through ur clothing if that's alright with you."

"well, if that's the case then it's... fine, just do it."

"You sure? I wouldn't want to do something your not comfortable with."

"nah, it's fine. I'm okay with it."

Well... If he said it was alright then alright. Frisk started slowly moving down Sans ribs, counting slowly as she made her way down. All the while, she was oblivious to Sans. There was a reason why he was hesitant.

Sans could feel the slight laughter threatening to slip out. He had to use all of his will power to not move or make any sudden twitches. That, and the fact that he was trying not to grin like an idiot even though it was fruitless.

"snrk-!" it slipped. Welp, all of his efforts were in vain because of that one slip up.

"Uh Sans? You alright? I heard you-" Frisk stopped as she scanned Sans's half covered face. After a few seconds, it clicked. "Oh wait... Are you, ticklish?" Frisk then started scribbling a little harder.

This time Sans pushed on her arm, clearly knowing she was doing it on purpose now. "kh! w-wahait we're a-hat the st-studehe lounge n-now. Theherse p-people studying." Sans stuttered, trying to control his laughter from pouring out.

"Okay, I guess I can lay off this new discovery. For now." Frisk snickered and stopped. "Don't think for a second I'm letting this off though."

Sans whimpered. Time to stay in his room for the next few years. "can we jus get back to reading...?" He pleaded

Frisk gave him a thumbs up and continued to read up on how human souls worked. Occasionally chuckling as she saw Sans ever so often darting his eyes towards Frisk and back to his book.

A few days after the incident, Frisk had planned to have a sleepover at the brothers' house. It was always a blast when the two were around. She couldn't wait to finally relax after studying for one whole week, straight.

Ding! The doorbell sounded. Papyrus was cooking up some lunch, which was finally something other than spaghetti, so he couldn't get the door. "SANS! Can you get the door for me?" Papyrus exclaimed from the kitchen.

"ok" Sans replied, as always.

"oh, sup." Sans greeted Frisk.

"Hey Sans. The food actually smells good for once. Papyrus's been taking classes?" Frisk asked.

"yup. wannna stay in my room while we wait?"

"Sure!"

Frisk stated walking up the stairs to Sans's room, only to find out he had taken a shortcut up there. Typical Sans. When Frisk opened the door, as usual, it was a mess. His bed was no more than a mattress on the floor, with a table, a beanbag and a chair beside it. On the table there was a few sketches and books layed out in a pile. Near the entrance to the right, there was a bookshelf full of science books and a few new additions from the last time you visited. Frisk could see Sans sitting comfortably on the beanbag reading a book. As if he had been waiting for Frisk for a long time.

"so, i've recently been reading more about humans. gotta say, pretty weird. guess that's why you were so confused on how i worked, with how all your organs work and stuff." Sans had always thought humans worked similiar to monsters. Sure, he knew they were different, but he didn't know they were extremely different. They did have souls anyways, though he hadn't found a book talking much about human souls which was unfortunate.

Frisk walked over and sat on the chair, all while listening attentively to what Sans had to say. "Yeah, just like how I was surprised you only had 10 pairs of ribs. Speaking of which, I haven't really gotten the chance to count them since last time, have I? And I still have my doubts..." She chipped in.

Sans eyes widened for a brief moment before eyeing Frisk, "d-don't you dare."

"I am also kind of curious how you manage to feel without nerves... I might need to conduct an experiment to find out." Frisk continued.

At this point Sans had wrapped his hands around his sensitive ribs, zipping up his jacket. However, Sans did have a trick up his sleeve to counter Frisk's attack. He did have a knack for observing expressions to tell what their next move would be. In addition, while Frisk was still babbling on, now would be the best time to strike. Now just any attack though, a surprise attack. He could teleport and he was going to use it to his advantage. And that was what he did.

However, Frisk knew, she knew that Sans would retaliate. So the moment he teleported, she turned behind her, expecting to catch him off guard. Though, she was the one who got caught off guard. Sans being Sans, knew full well that Frisk expected something like that. So instead of teleporting behind her, he teleported in front of her. Sans then engulfed Frisk into a bear hug and digged into her sides. Frisk yelped and tried to get away but Sans grip was too strong. Who knew he could actually be decently strong? "!? SAhAnnNs aha! Pfhaaha waahaaittt!"

"you were the one who started this frisk, heh."

No! Frisk couldn't let a silly skeleton overpower her. She had to retaliate! Among her struggles, she managed to catch a hold of Sans's wrist. With much effort, she finally turned the tables. Frisk pulled one of Sans hands above his head and scribbled on his ribs. "crahahaap! frihiskk nohoo, ahem sorrhee!! nahaa-" Sans flailed. Guess he hadn't though that Frisk could get the upperhand so quickly. He should have used his gravity magic on her.

"I started this and I plan to finish it!" Frisk exclaimed. "Now let's see.. How many ribs... 1, 2.."

No matter how Sans struggled and pushed, he couldn't get rid of Frisk's teasing fingers. "aeheh alreheady tohold yaha it wahaaas 10 pahahairrss!!! staaaahaap ghaaha!" Sans tried teleporting or using his magic to push frisk away, but he couldn't focus enough to use it. His magic, though was very powerful, was not trained enough. Damn, he should start training with Pap if this was going to be a thing that Frisk would do now. Now that was a joke of course, he probably would just practice dodging instead.

"Well, I still need to make sure don't I~? 6...7.." Frisk teased.

"thihis iss juhuust cruhuehel- nohooo nahaht theeheere!!!" Sans snorted. "ghaahaha plheheaasee!-" The poor guy kicked and flailed but nothing helped. Uncontrollably laughter continued to pour out.

"Juuust a little more~ I could always go faster~~" Frisk cooed "10..11..12.."

"wahaahait! nahaahaa dohoon't, ahaa! cohome ohonn-"

After what seemed to be an eternity for Sans... "And... 20!" Frisk release the poor guy.

"hff.. hf.. thahnk g.. hff god." Sans panted, slumping to the ground. He lied on his back, facing the ceiling as he closed his eyes.

"Pfft. You alright there Sans?" Frisk chuckled. She handed Sans a bottle of water she found on his desk.

Sans nodded, accepting the water and gulping it down. Afterwards, he looked up at his alarm clock. Damn, it had only been 7 minutes and he was already tired. However, he still had some energy... And he knew exactly how he was going to use it. After a few minutes of chilling in Sans room, the both of them heard Papyrus call them for lunch.

As they walked out, Sans called out to Frisk. "Yeah?" She responded. Sans was about to speak, but stopped himself.

Instead, he replied, "uh nevermind. i wanted to tell ya somethin' but i forgot heh."

Frisk gave him a confused look but continued walking down the stairs. Sans being Sans. When Frisk turned towards the stairs, Sans casual grin turned into a smirk. Guess Frisk forgot that Sans has a tendancy to side with justice.

#ticklish!sans #teen frisk #tickletober2021 #platonic #sans #undertale #female frisk #old fic #tickle fic

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fallingforfandoms · 11 months

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Tag someone you want to know and/or some of your besties

@except4bunnies tagged me for my take on this lovely list, thanks so much!

favorite color: I don't have a specific one in mind, but I'm rather fond of black, green and red at the moment.

last song: "About Damn Time" by Lizzo because I'm still somehow now tired of it, even though I basically listened to the instrumental version for the past few days on repeat for ... fandom purposes ;)

last movie: Raiders of the Lost Ark - the first Indiana Jones film that I originally bought as a birthday present for my dad a couple days ago but came to love again for my very own reasons by the end of the first rewatch.

currently watching: Well, there are a few Tatort episodes left on my list, and a friend recommended "The World To Come" on Netflix which seemed quite promising at first glance, so, yay, looking forward to that!

other stuff I watched this year: Jumped on the Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon hypetrain very late (and for fic inspiration purposes at first) and loved it (apart from the infamous butchering of s7/8 of course). Also, still very much in love with "Daisy Jones and the Six". Go and watch that. The characters are awesome. The music is even better. And the enemies to lovers to enemies vibes are just ... yes. Yes, please.

shows I dropped this year: Started with the new season of Heartstopper and got punched in the feels for "you didn't have that kind of social bliss at school and the comparison hurts way too much" reasons. So, thanks, but no thanks, this kinda make-belief world ain't for me anymore, but y'all have fun with it :')

currently reading: Academic stuff that takes way too long to comprehend and that makes me feel guilty for even staring at some normal novel because I should be using my time more wisely, etc etc etc.

currently listening to: That's probably hella weird, but I love the concept of apps that read texts to you out loud. It's a great way to fall asleep to your favourite fanfics, or to find typos in the stories you've written yourself because the automated voice pronounces these words as oddly as they should be, given the faulty spelling. Highly recommending @Voice for that (I think @mistofstars mentioned the app once as well, at least that's how I know of it).

currently working on: countless WiPs that involve Wilhelmine Klemm and ... varying women, also the same old Ludwigshafen stories that will probably follow me into my grave. And lastly ... a best-of edit starring some of my all time favourite comfort characters. That one will probably be finished by January (exact date tba) and be way too long to be posted anywhere, but I'll just label this as self-care then :'D

current obsession/s: Fell in love with Bremen and Hamburg and Münster (the actual cities this time) throughout the last few weeks. And I had so many lovely little moments with random strangers on that trip (shoutout to the lady in the St. Pauli-Fanshop with all her Tüddelkram, to the guy I bought my Krabbenbrötchen from, and to Renate, the old lady on her way to Stralsund who chatted to me on the train for an hour and reminded me very much of a lovely OC by @all-my-worlds-a-stage that I still hold very close to my heart). And I simultaneously loved the fact that I was travelling alone and was completely free to do whatever I wanted. Yes please. Obsessed with these kinds of connections and trips. Want more of them asap. <3

Tagging @all-my-worlds-a-stage @cornchrunchie @mordsfesch @mistofstars @krejong @khalaris and anyone else who wants to join in! :)

#tagging game #jo lebt #personal

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yourunwiththewolves · 5 months

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AO3 Tag Game

I was tagged by @hereforlou. It was fun reading through yours! it's kinda cool to look back on past works.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Nineteen, not counting the unfinished ones, and the few I orphaned over the years.

What is your AO3 wordcount?

140,145

What fandoms do you write for?

So far, I only ever wrote for two fandoms lol. I'm not very prolific

What are your top 3 fics by kudos?

All derek/stiles:

Break the Ice / I Hate You... / He Doesn't Know...

Do you respond to comments?

Yeah most of them I think

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't do anything but happy endings

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

?? idk but in this (old and kinda weird) one derek and stiles get married at the end lol

Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face

Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Yes, sometimes. The vanilla kind lmao

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I don't really like crossovers

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't remember but @fiercynn "translated" a written work of mine into aN AUDIO FILE lol does that count? (beloved and cherished podfic here)

(by the way, this is me tagging you to do this if you feel like it, Deepa)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think so.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is harder than I thought...

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My current one 😭 it's a mob AU. I wrote a random scene I conjured up on the train home, tried to build around it, failed. It's sitting at 4K words

What are your writing strengths?

Don't know about strengths, but I LOVE writing kissing scenes lol I write them the way I wish they looked

What are your writing weaknesses?

So so so many unnoticed typos, so many unnoticed missing words, very wonky sentence structure.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

from a writer's point of view: kinda risky if you are not very proficient/fluent in the language. Must serve a purpose? Otherwise what's stopping me from writing "X spoke [language]" or "[DIALOGUE], they said in [language]."

from a reader's point of view: fun when I do understand it, (and the grammar is CORRECT.)

First fandom you wrote for?

if we're being extremely precise, Final Fantasy. Not sure which one. (I didn't even play the games. I was 13, no knowledge of plot or characters, running on vibes only, just writing self-inserts of my friends with their fave character lol.)

Favorite fic you’ve written?

noooo

#posts you can blacklist #adventures in fic writing

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artwithoutblood · 1 year

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Sorry that typo should have said ‘he “read” the prepared book’. I mean Dorian obviously made the exactly locket sized hole in that book ahead of time and had someone put the corresponding locket on MC before they even reached him. Yes, I bet the others remained silent about its purpose.

Perhaps I was wrong about it being formal ranks. Perhaps going further down the circles the punished sins become more grievous and so the keepers themselves become more wicked, more devious, more powerful.

I still don’t trust the fruity tea. Teas can be very aromatic and possibly unfamiliar enough to cover a lot of tastes. He did step away to prepare it.

And doesn’t he have a close friend who is omniscient within a certain range, experiences art as a personal interpretation of reality, and messes with people’s perception? The same friend that works with someone who deals in delusion? Also lives with someone whose words are powerful enough to shape reality, put you to sleep instantly, and is a doctor of sorts?

I wonder about those little bottles the other mortal saw in the cupboard. The special one found in the music room. There are a number of things both magical and chemical to soothe, to excite emotions, to dull thought and make one more pliable to suggestion.

Not that Dorian would need it. He’s ancient, manipulative and has a mismatched (potentially demon) eye himself. Maybe he gets insights he shouldn’t have or is simply as experienced in winning gullible people over as he was in life. He definitely gets a lot of quiet time to scheme.

I’m still confused how he managed the ‘error’ that got MC sent down to hell in the first place though. Perhaps the dogma regarding literal interpretation of scripture is that strict or for some reason each soul must make that journey. They weren’t a suicide and also that would have made them part of the woods (plus only able to speak under certain conditions?).

I still have not read Dante’s Inferno directly… but Virgil wasn’t allowed in heaven because he was born before Christ and a pagan while alive. The first obviously doesn’t apply to MC so perhaps it’s down to a schism in their church. There have been many ideological conflicts. So they chose the wrong Christian sect and were disqualified on a technicality? Were they somehow unbaptised despite being devout?

It doesn’t seem likely that Dorian didn’t plan on their coming. The way he killed MC was what he could do in his bird form but it also meant they died suddenly - so quickly and unexpectedly that they died unshriven. That has to be it.

Or maybe despite being a yandere he routinely murders a number of romantic prospects just to see which ones will enter hell and potentially succumb :/

He was pretty quick to discard MC when he didn’t immediately get what he wanted.

i had dorian make fruity tea because he's a fruit that's the only explanation i can give you 😭 he likes flavor! and i hate bitter tea.

the most dorian probably would've asked if aeron would've been to keep an eye on m/c when he couldn't. but that's delusion's passive anyways, like it's a pokémon. so it's not like aeron wasn't already doing that.

concerning the little purple vial found in awb, that was made by another oc of mine. he's dead. he used to run a drug bar before he was overcome with. something. that's not for y'all to know yet. that oc and dorian have never met. dorian knows of items like that, but he's never tried those specific drinks. those did not come into play.

iirc that's kinda what limbo is: sorry you were born before christ. xx. you get the caves bitch

although not based entirely on real christianity and mostly stealing aesthetics and terminology, i might say one reason why dorian killed the mc, as opposed to waiting or getting someone else to, is because the mc was killed and touched by a demon. it's a claim. god doesn't want that. i fuck around and find out.

and about the ending part: i think he tries romantic prospects until one sticks. and despite having you in his hands, he's a bit of a brat.

#dorian ask #aeron ask #li ask #10:16 ask

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cerealmonster15 · 2 years

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Give me A D and L of your Twisted OCs do it

ty for always enabling me and my twst crimes despite not twsting yourself kjdsfj 🧡

also tagging @cosmiccoincidence ty for the double enabling WOO

ok here's the sketchy whatever i did 2night, was gonna do some basic colors but i got sleeeepyyyy so maybe tomorrow ill do that lol

HEHFHSFEHFJK anyway. alda beloved none of this will make sense to u so ill try to give spark notes explanations as i go but. these two goobers are rsa [royal sword academy - the rival school that seems to be more based on the Good Guy™ disney characters rather than the main school's villains lol] students.

the very short summary is guy on left (Char - I looked thru sooo many names for him and that's the one i ended up on lol. some twst names are really on the nose like VIL for the EVIL QUEEN so why cant i use char!) is cater diamond's [a canon character who's said to have moved around a lot] childhood friend from when they were like 5 but lost contact w/him. Dañarte (literally not a name. it's spanish for 'hurt you' and it only came up/his existence spawns from a typo turned autocorrect in a message i was sending my frined and we just kept it for funsies and i made a character out of it lol 😭) is his shady cousin that has a charming friendly appearance but is going to cause problems on purpose bc hes a bitter baby or whatever.

i have a lot more details w/them and their connection with BESTIE CATER but that's not what the ask was about so i will HOLD BACK!!! for now.

ok answering the actual questions under a cut bc blahblahblahblah

A) Why are you excited about this character?

because!!! i see a lot of people make really creative twst ocs based off other disney characters and i think that's SO FUN!!!! i dont really think i myself am very creative of a person, but this was something i kinda got to have fun with. i had the initial thought with char based off one random fanart I saw like forever ago, so i borrowed the starting idea and then just completely ran off with it to do my own thing, SPIN MY OWN WEB!!!! [i think the fanart was like, just some random rsa guy recognizing cater; it was japanese fanart so i had limited google translate on my side - idr if the childhood friend thing was part of it or if that's just a thing my brain decided to fill in the blanks?? anyway i went from there / designed my own random guy / started LORE BUILDING and EXPANDING]

also their involvement is very much a soap opera esque TEEN ROMANCE DRAMA which i think is funny. a lot of this came from just talking to my friend in discord cuz there was no engtwst at the time and she was the only person i knew that i could talk to about twst, so even tho these are my characters, it's something that spawned from me going ham in our discord messages and us bouncing ideas off each other and just havin private fun. unrestrained goofs!!!

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

HMMMM well according to all the doodles i'd compiled in one spot, it does look like i just went with my initial ideas for both of em and kept it. they r not that deeply thought out bc i am Not much of a designer - god bless the school uniform i could steal so i didnt have to come up w/clothes kfjlsdf. and tbh theyre pretty basic right now so for all i know, maybe this is the prototype. maybe they've yet to go through their first evolution. WHO KNOWS!!!! but in their case, their existence came more from the SOAP OPERA DRAMA storyline i came up with, and wasn't so much based on appearance/character design. i mostly just had doodles and sketchy concepts just so i could continue to doodle parts of said story for funsies to send my friend on discord lol

BESTIE THERE IS NO L!!!!! instead of asking u what u meant im just gonna assume u meant I since lowercase L looks like uppercase I 😌 SO YOU'RE GETTING I!!!

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

ya lol. this 'story' is very much based off like a few lines of canon lore that i just SPRINTED OFF with. drag and dropping these 2 guys into the story - not really related to much of the main story, but just kinda there to cause more teen drama. for funsies.

ANYWAY THANKS FOR ASKING LOVE U BOTH BYE!!!!!!

[x]

#gaminegay #cosmiccoincidence #asks #twisted wonderland #twst oc #cereal tries to draw #ummmmmmmmmm!!!!!#how come i was trying to be brief and concise and i still Talked So Much #i held back a lot of details. and yet.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#covers my face anyway bed time bye!!!#ocs #oc: char #oc: Dañarte

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teklarn · 3 years

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I NEED A PART TWO FOR BAUKGOU’S AWKWARD CONFESSION!!

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓽. 2

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

a/n: k the first one kinda blew up and i've been on tumblr for like a week and it made me rly happy receiving the requests ty <33 thank u for all the reblogs too !! this is a bit later than i hoped it would come out b/c half of the original fic was deleted by accident, but i’m on summer break until sept 5 so hopefully i’ll still update frequently.

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.

genre: lil angsty, fluffy at the end

warnings: cursing, one-sided pining, gave reader a quirk, the fighting scene is bs i cannot write action scenes at all im so sorry lol, second hand embarrassment for our dearest dynamight :(

word count: 2507

pls don't mind any typos! i try to edit to the best of my ability but i tend to type fast and i might miss a few or a lot of things.

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read part one here my loves !!

you found yourself bored, cheeks puffing out as you swirled around the drink in your glass cup, sitting across from midoriya. he was muttering again, which you’d always found cute, however you weren’t listening this time at all.

part of the reason you’d rejected bakugou was due to the fact midoriya had requested your attention first, and not as friends. if you’d told bakugou that, it would just wound his delicate ego on top of the fact that you truly had no interest in him whatsoever.

at the moment, though, he was the only thing on your mind. there was no sudden spark of attraction you’d felt when he’d confessed. of course, anyone would find it flattering that the katsuki bakugou found you attractive. his standards were higher than the clouds.

at the moment, it felt like something was blocking your chest from feeling something for him, however you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“—it was amazing, right, y/n? y/n?”

your eyes flickered up to meet the emerald, wide-eyed eyes of your friend. you contemplated lying, but it was no use. shaking your head softly and pursing your lips, you set your drink down. “i’m sorry, midoriya. i’m just kind of...out of it, i guess you could say?”

he cocked his head to the side. “’out of it’?” he repeated.

“yeah,” you sighed, head pounding.

“is everything alright? maybe today isn’t the best time for this.”

“yeah,” you agreed. “maybe.”

“do you want to go back to the dorms?”

you nodded, massaging your temples. “yeah, yeah let’s go home.”

midoriya let out a soft chuckle through his nose, smiling. “alright.” he offered his hand, and you gladly let him heave you up.

“i’m sorry about this. honestly, midoriya, i enjoy your company, i really do. but i never assumed you’d catch feelings for me too—”

“too?” he blinked. the two of you continued on your way back to Heights Alliance.

you gulped. “yeah, there’s—”

“are you saying you caught feelings for me, as well?”

your eyes fell blank, lips parting in question. “no, uh. you know what? never mind.” you giggled gently in hopes the two of you would laugh it off without another thought. perhaps you should keep you and bakugou’s quiet interaction to yourself. midoriya and bakugou were already rivals enough.

the following week was agonizing in many ways. sitting beside bakugou guaranteed that you would get strange, judgmental looks. it never guaranteed his stolen glances. when you’d catch him staring, his cheeks would flare up, and you swore he had smoke puffing out his ears.

each time, he looked as if he would explode. what can you expect from a guy like him?

it was easy to assume you’d just pissed him off, though. you weren’t the type of person to tell everyone you’d been asked out, but you needed to speak to someone about it. the thought had been nagging you, stuck at the back of your mind but just on the tip of your tongue.

you even found that you were distancing yourself from midoriya, who, after asking you out, had insisted you begin calling him izuku. over everyone else, you’d choose him to speak to about the matter, but ever since you’d discovered he had feelings all along, it was strange being around him.

you viewed him differently. he shot you glimmering smiles and blushed softly when you said his first name.

“y/n?”

you twisted around to see mina rocking on her heels behind you. “yes?”

“are you okay? you seem...how do i put this.” she tapped a pink finger against her lips. “off. you seem off. is everything alright?”

your brows raised. “oh, yeah. i’m good. thanks for checking in.”

“is there anything you want to talk about?” she adjusted her hero costume. you and the rest of the girls were currently changing for another training exercise.

yaoyorozu fixed her hero costume. “i don’t mean to impose on anything, but i have to agree with mina, y/n. of course, there’s no pressure to tell us anything. you’re under no obligation to unless you need and want to talk to someone, but we’re here if you need us, okay?”

you nodded, smiling softly. “thanks you guys.”

it was the same training as before, however you were able to select a partner of your own. being that there were 21 students in the class, there was always ought to be a group of three, or one person left out. you’d come into yuuei out of pure luck, as some like to put it.

you’d found it offensive they’d assumed it was that and not your own pure skill. it’d taken a while to re-convince yourself that you were worthy of being in the class, even if you were usually the odd one out.

most students had already bonded by the time you arrived here, so finding a partner wasn’t always easy. once you and midoriya had gotten close, you two did most things together, however at the moment, you weren’t quite feeling it.

surprisingly, your eyes caught bakugou standing alone, eyes scanning the room for a partner. kirishima must have partnered up with another friend, then. it was always them together.

unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough to avoid either of them. bakugou was already trotting up to you, eyes locked on your figure just as midoriya began jogging to your side.

in perfect unison, they asked, “be my partner?” (in two very different tones, of course.)

you blinked between them, about to answer when aizawa came up behind you three.

“are you guys in the group of three?” your teacher deadpanned.

your shoulders slumped. “yeah, i guess so.”

“get to work. you’ve already wasted five minutes standing around.”

you nodded politely. “yes, sensei.”

you swallowed. bakugou’s crimson gaze was pinning you in your spot, and midoriya’s lips thinned with a lack of enthusiasm when bakugou looked back at him.

“get to work, you three,” aizawa repeated, walking away.

“i can take on both of you.” bakugou cracked his knuckles.

you clenched your fists. “we already know you’re at the top of the class, bakugou. there’s no need to rub it in our faces.”

he averted his eyes, cheeks flushing red. it was like a sad, silly way of letting you know you won this fight.

“i’ll go against you two,” you said, adjusting your hero costume.

midoriya’s eyes widened. “what? y/n, but—”

“but i’m not strong enough?” you finished for him. you knew where they ranked in strength, and while yours was just as powerful, if you let one thing slip, your arrows would disappear and you’d be dust. “that’s exactly my point, you two are practically at the top of the class with your quirks.”

“tch, don’t hold back,” bakugou said, readying himself.

“don’t go easy on me,” you mocked.

“y/n, do you really think this is a good idea—” before izuku could finish, you and bakugou launched yourselves at one another.

you charged forwards. an arrow flew from your hand, twisting its way right through the smoke of an explosion. when it cleared, bakugou was nowhere to be seen.

a gasp fell from your lips as you turned around just a little too late. your ears rang terribly as your back collided with the ground.

izuku cried out. green lightning flashed, and he was at your side in a moment. “kacchan!”

you groaned, sitting up. bakugou cut through the smoke with an arm. “fight me, damned nerd. there aren’t any pauses in a real fight.”

you wriggled yourself away from midoriya. “midoriya, you’re my enemy in this.”

“bu—”

“no buts. fight me. and don’t hold back.”

midoriya noted the determination in your eyes and stood, giving you a sure nod. you were back on your feet in a second. bakugou flew in the air and came crashing down just as fast as he conjured a blast in his right hand.

attacking wasn’t your best option right now. you were smart enough to know that. an arrow appeared flat at your back and pulled you from where bakugou was targeting.

cement flew into the air.

that blast could have wounded you badly. possibly killed you, if he’d hit the right spots.

in the air, you examined their zealous features. midoriya’s brows were furrowed in that determined smolder.

bakugou, as always, looked angry. as expected, he charged first, shooting himself into the air. his foot nearly collided with your face, missing my barely an inch. you took your shot, revealing the arrow you’d hidden behind your back. the tip collided with his chest.

you left the arrow to complete its command and stick your blonde opponent to the wall and trap him there while you went after midoriya.

while he bested you in strength, you did the same to him when it came to speed. you dodged his punches like they were weak attempts at hitting a ball in a park.

you grinned. in a battle of strength and speed, whoever landed the first hit would win. there was no question.

twisting in the air, you allowed the ball of your foot to shove midoriya to the ground. he cried out as his face was crushed into the cement.

it was perfect timing, as bakugou ripped free of your hold, the arrow keeping him in one spot dissolving into air as soon as its purpose was lost.

your head whipped around to see him charging for you.

your fingers curled. the headache pounding at your temples was beginning to get hard to ignore.

bakugou launched himself at you, spinning in the air like a missile. he really wasn’t going to howitzer you...right?

when he didn’t slow down, you threw your body to the right, the attack just barely missing your leg. it scorched a bit of your thigh. a groan fell from your lips as you cupped the area around the burn, shuddering with pain.

bakugou’s chest was puffed proudly as he marched up to you, hands cracking with excited explosions.

he pulled back his right arm, ready to spark up another fight as midoriya recollected himself. you bit your lip to hide the fact you were quivering.

it was sudden, but bakugou paused when he saw your hand fly up.

“give me a minute...” you gasped out, skin still sizzling.

“y/n! are you alright?”

you didn’t respond. midoriya smacked his friend’s arm. “kacchan! what’re you thinking?”

“midoriya, i’m fine. don’t stress over it.” you limped to your feet, rejecting the extended hand from your green-haired friend. “i’ll just go see recovery girl.”

“do you need—”

you smacked midoriya’s hand away, a little bit more rude than you intended it to be. “i’ll be...fine.” you offered a weak smile to hopefully make up for your tiny outburst.

although you could see in his eyes he wanted to help, midoriya nodded and stood by, hand falling back to his side. you clutched around the patch of burned skin. the sting had faded a bit, however there was a soreness to the wound that felt like a constant stabbing to your leg.

you swallowed the pain down, marching towards the exit with determination and a bit of a limp.

you looked back to see midoriya had gone off to tell mr. aizawa what was going on. your teacher nodded, understandingly.

there were a few worried glances and offers for help in the hall, but you’d neglected them all and found yourself relieved to see recovery girl in her office, typing away.

she turned as the door opened. “please knock beforehand next time—oh, dear. y/n? are you alright?”

you gave a tense nod. “mhm. just got a bit banged up in training today.”

the old woman pursed her lips, smile lines becoming evident. “i see.” she led you to the small cot reserved for patients such as yourself and directed you to sit down.

she examined the bruise. “it’s fairly bad. what happened?”

you made a gesture to the door. “i was brawling with bakugou and things got...intense.”

“that boy has quite an extreme side to him, as i’ve come to notice.”

“mhm,” you agreed.

“unfortunately, y/n, i have no ointments to be able to treat this properly.”

you nodded sheepishly before the old woman smooched your cheek. a soft green glow radiated around you.

when she pulled back, she said, “now, your body will be trying to catch up on the healing process. that’s what my quirk does. speed up recoveries. since it’s sped up, you’ll require some rest, preferably sleep. i’ll make sure your teachers know you’re excused for the rest of the day, sound good?”

“yes, thank you recovery girl.”

she pushed herself out of her rolling chair and left the room, smiling at you.

your eyes fluttered shut not long after that.

the sun was gone when you woke up, the hallway light flickering off.

“good, you’re awake.”

you looked to the left. you cried out, gathering the white sheets around yourself despite being completely clothed. “bakugou! what the hell? you stalker! you creep!”

bakugou took the slap you gave him on his arm. it was light, and didn’t do much damage.

“what...what do you want?”

even in the dark, you could tell bakugou’s cheeks were burning red. “about...about the other day. i wanted to talk to you about it.”

your chest fluttered in unwanted hope. “there’s nothing to talk about.”

“dammit, y/n, i wish there wasn’t anything to talk about. you’re insufferable and annoying and i can’t stand being around you because no matter what’s going on, you make my chest feel all funny. it’s stupid, and i can’t take my eyes off of you.”

heat rushed to your cheeks. “i’m flattered, really. but i-”

“i’m not asking you to reciprocate my shitty feelings. if anything, it’s better if you don’t.”

“bakugou, i wasn’t...” you paused.

“you what?” he snapped, voice soft despite his tone.

“i was going to say that ever since you...ever since you asked me out, i’ve been conflicted about my own feelings.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“i’m not sure if i like you back or not, bakugou. but hearing you say all this...makes me want to give it a shot. sort of. also, why the hell are you watching me sleep?”

bakugou swept hair from his eyes. “don’t go and try to change the subject on me, dumbass.”

you gulped.

“so what’re you saying?”

“i’m saying,” you started, “i’m saying that maybe i want to go out on that date with you.”

“say it again.”

“what?” you looked up, his eyes boring into yours.

“i said i want you to say it again. tell me you want to go out on a date with me.”

it startled you how sure he was when he knew what you wanted, too. this was unlike the last attempt to ask you out.

“katsuki bakugou, i want to go on a date with you.”

he grinned. “where to?”

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alycosworld · 3 years

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[hey its me from the nonbinary reader x scaramouche fic request] just letting uk I’m sorry if i requested in the wrong place. new to tumblr and I’m using the website

And You Are Loved

Scaramouche X Reader

A/N: ah!! dont worry about it, you did fine! Tumblr did a thing and I lost the original request, but it was a scaramouche x non-binary reader story with the reader being purposely misgendered by their friends if I recall correctly. This is being written while im on a roadtrip so excuse any typos, im on my phone and my friend is notorious for being a slightly reckless (but definitely law-abiding) driver.

I'm so sorry that your friend has misgendered you, dearest anon, and I hope you're feeling better about it now or I hope that this story comforts you, at least a little. I am always happy to talk to my readers, so if you're comfortable with it, please message me! I'd be happy to listen. I won't ask for your name or any specifics about your situation unless you want to tell me - but there's also no pressure to talk to me at all :)) that goes for everyone reading this.

anyways, sorry for the long a/n. enjoy the story! thank you for reading!

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You trudged home with a miserable look on your face, kicking off your shoes and slumping on the couch as soon as you opened the door, allowing it to slam shut behind you and not caring about the loud sound it made.

Your friends know not to. There's no way they don't know. They know it's upsetting and annoying to be misgendered. You are a proud, beautiful, non-binary person. So why would they disregard that? They know your pronouns, so why would they call you anything else?

You sat, still and questioning different things, but it just made your sorrow increase exponentially. Why would your friends-- better, your former friends, do that? All this time, you've been there for them, supporting them in any and every single one of their choices. But when you do something, they disrespect you.

If it was a mistake, maybe you would've forgiven them, as long as it wasn't a continuous thing. But this wasn't a mistake - this was purposeful. And you did nothing to deserve that.

In a flurry of rage and gloom, you began to pace around the living room, silently mumbling to yourself and questioning the people who were supposed to respect your identity.

Your boyfriend had been at work, probably ordering around helpless Fatui recruits or affectionately belittling the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, since they had quite the love-hate relationship. He decided to surprise you by coming home a little early, but when he arrive to see you crying and curled up in your shared bed, he knew something was wrong.

"Love?" He called out, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Hm? What?" You scrambled to look presentable, sitting up and wiping furiously at your tear-stained face.

"Oh, hey Scar. How was--"

"What happened?" You froze at his words, not knowing if he would think you were being too sensitive if you told him what had happened.

"Katheryne gave me this one commission--"

"I meant why are you crying." He said, and although his tone was harsh and cold, his hand that came up to cup your cheek was gentle and warm as he leaned closer to you and examined your face.

"Oh, that? Ha, it's nothing, I promise." You smiled weakly.

"If it was nothing, why are you crying?" Scaramouche asked, and the concern in his voice and eyes made you cave.

"Well, I...I was out and I ran into some friends. I-I don't even know what we were talking about but they got kinda hostile and misgendered me. On purpose. It's stupid, really--"

"What are their names? Where do they live?" Scaramouche asked menacingly. Your eyes widened as you realised what he would do if you answered those questions, but you just chuckled instead.

"I'll tell you if you promise to not use violence against them." You smiled.

"Well, now you can't tell me." Scaramouche grumbled, making you laugh again. He sighed seeing that you still weren't completely happy, and rightfully so.

"The whole point of communication is to get a reaction or an answer out of someone. If the person wants a negative reaction, you can undermine that by virtually not caring." Scaramouche said, confusing you. But you let him continue, knowing he was getting at something.

"Your friends may have purposely misgendered you to hurt you, but why should anything they say have an impact on you? You know who are you, don't you?" Scaramouche asked.

"Yeah..."

"And I know who you are. I know your pronouns and I would never purposely refer to you as anything other than what you want to be called. Anyone who actually matters to you recognises and respects your identity. Everyone else is irrelevant." He shrugged, looking nonchalant about his own words but knowing that they've impacted you.

And he was right, wasn't he? You knew who you were. People you cared about and people that cared about you knew who you were. Your friends misgendered you to get under your skin or disregard you, and while it was perfectly valid for you to feel hurt about that, there was also no reason to let their words mean anything at all.

Although Scaramouche hadn't said that many words, they weighed on your mind.

And eventually, the waterworks started again, and you wrapped your arms around Scaramouche, letting everything.

"Thank you. You're the best!" You smiled.

"I am aware, Love."

"Shut up!" You playfully hit Scaramouche's chest before he pulled you into a gentle and passionate kiss.

You stayed like that for a while, just basking in each other's embrace, but eventually, you both fell asleep. Scaramouche woke up earlier than you and made four favourite for dinner, and as soon as you awoke you were treated like royalty. He may have been a horrible cook, but you appreciated the effort and the way he made you feel just as respected and honoured as anyone else.

Scaramouche, through his few words and little acts of service, made you realise that you are a proud, beautiful, strong, capable, badass non-binary person. Your identity is valid, you know who you are no matter what people say...

And you are loved.

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A/N: ik the ending was cheesy but I didn't know how else to end it. Initially I didn't like it but I think it's okay now.

I hope the story provided some comfort to you, anon, and I hope you're feeling better now! Again, I'm here to talk anytime :)))

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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spaceistheplaceart · 2 years

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Ok im super nervous typing this so please ignore any typos my hands are like hfahjsgshsjkkkiyioughoughh

Ok so! I've been lurking an looking at the Swap Au with Narry an the. Director an I just love it lots im probably! Gonna draw some thing for you but uhm. So this is kinda. I've been thinking about the Player!

In this Au it doesn't make much sense for there to be a player but I've been thinking an. So you know how the Director is obviously uhm! Has more power than humans and such, in the. Office way but can't directly controll Narry, maybe there's something that can! The Player obviously. Again it doesn't make much sense? In the context of your au but I just can't get it out of my . Brain. Rotating it .

So how would. They Player interact through Narry an what would. How would the Director feel?? Probably not good haha. Also maybe Players are a sort of. So there's the Director an Curator (Im so sorry I can't remember the au name ough) and probably a lot of other beings like them, so maybe the Player is . Also something they're aware of? At least to some degree? Like the Player (s) are a type of . Being that comes an goes an can be unpredictable! Like youre not sure if a Player would. How would you know until it's to late?

Maybe Players are a sort of. Hmm traveler type things? They find a "story" they find interesting an take control of the "main character" , in this case Narry. It could be that in this au Players are more like! Curious beings but definitely detached? Like they either don't know or don't care that theyv taken over an actual person.

And maybe it depends on what type of Player is in control! Like there could be a Player that's just. That messes with things an doesn't listen to the Director at all on purpose. What about a Player that's looking for all the "endings"? Or looking for secrets?? Or a Player that just genuinely wants to explore the story? AAGAHG there's so so many different things!

And what about Narry?? Like somethings else is currently piloting his body an he can only watch. Maybe it's a sort of ! Out of body experience? He's just a passenger an its more like. Everything feels like he's underwater n he can't focus on one thing really. But if he can then that's absolutely terrifying !! Plus there'd be no "dialog options" so it's not like Narry , or the Player, can communicate with the Director

And for the Director, who's trying to help Narry with his perfectionism an other things, this is a super huge road block!!! Especially because the Director actually cares about Narry an is probably worried about him. Like I assume the Director knows what a Player is but maybe . Like it's. You never know how to exactly deal with a Player? You can't get rid of them exactly, they have to. Get the experience they want an then leave or maybe they can get bored an "log off" so to speak?

Ok sorry for! Rambling I am. So nervous but I hope this was an interesting idea? Like I said for the. Past few days I hsve been. Rotating this in. My brain. Your Swap Au is so cool I have. Ough!! Anyway uhm. If you do wanna hear more or. Something that'd be nice? If you'd wsnt!! Ok byeA! An thanks for the! Really awesome Au !

An since this was so long uhm, here's a pic of my cat as! Uhm. She's soft

okay so there's a lot going on in this ask, so I'll try to answer what I think you're asking

1) you're right in that narrys parabke would not work as a video game. I always imagined it as a TV series or a movie. However, if there was a player like entity... Perhaps it would just act as a... Like... Opposite to a storyteller?

2) they possess people and "tell stories" with their lives, but of course, the person who's being possessed didn't fucking consent to that. Or they take away the story experience from the vessel.

3) they could be called players, or maybe storysnatchers... Maybe they're like those cockroach mfs on infinity train where if you get too far out... Uh oh.

4) narry getting possessed by one is very obvious. He stops talking. Immediately, director knows what's happening and gets the entertainer. the entertainer I think would be the best for getting rid of these guys bc 432 can fucking mess w the code so... Y'know. Maybe entertainers got some experience.

5) they're like pests you gotta yank outta the vessel. I imagine the storysnatchers look like black goopy hearts with tendrils that allow them to slink around and slip into cracks

* also yeah. Abt them getting bored. That's another way to rebid of them I'd just put the vessel in a boring or annoying room

6) anyways yeah! That's what I came up w. I hope this is what u were asking? Unless u were asking me permission to tell ME abt UR ideas which is also veryyyy welcome!!! I'd love to hear em

I don't think I'll make this canon. But its a cool idea.

7) :) Hehe kitty. Fluffy.

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dwaynepride · 4 years

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how was i to know?

summary: reader has a weird dream about gibbs.

have you ever done anything for the ‘ya know what kind of wood this is’ Gibbs dream that both Quinn and Palmer had?

words: 1700

warnings: slight nsfw

tags: @fairytale07 @jrenn10 @f4nboi @purplestarsr5 @ladyzombiielove @littlemiss3ma @minikate--24-05 @consultingdoctorwholock @kittenlittle24 @24601error-prisonernotfound @andreasworlsboring101 @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy @ms-allenbrown @ikbenplant @dylpickles1267 @diaryofafan17 @specialagentlokitty @pageofultron @stanathanxoox

a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve posted. this isn’t beta-read so ignore the typos. be free, my thots.

Your eyes just weren’t focusing anymore.

It’s been hours (don’t ask how many) since you’ve sat down at your desk to read over case files. The bane of a federal agent - chained to their desk and forced to go over every scrap of evidence and testimonies to find anything useful and it’s the burden placed squarely on your shoulders for today.

Usually, you have tricks to help when the words start blending together. Getting some coffee, going for a walk, visiting Abby because she’s the physical embodiment of caffeine and normally wakes you up.

But nothing helped. And the words kept swimming over the screen.

You’re not learning anything new from sitting here. But with the team hitting a roadblock in the case, what else is there to do?

Again, you start reading the paragraph that you’ve been trudging through for the past twenty minutes. But this time, as your focus wavers, it’s not because of the headache or the tension in your eyes. The sudden presence on your right is what stops your reading. It’s warm. All-encompassing. Brings over the soft smell of sawdust and aftershave and as soothing at the presence is, it’s a shock to you.

Because you could have sworn you were alone in the bullpen - staying behind while the others went off to find new leads.

Your eyes move off the computer screen, meaning to glance over to the presence. But you never see their face because they’re suddenly leaning in. Hovering over your shoulder, shrouding you from the harsh office lights, and you reckon if you take in a big enough breath, you’d be able to feel the warm presence pressing against your shoulder.

Their face was a mystery, and yet, you can feel a pair of eyes watching you - hard, steely, freezing you in your chair.

And without warning, a hand comes to rest on the surface of your desk, next to the keyboard. A worn, scarred hand that you recognize with a jolt. The named of its owner lies on the tip of your tongue, but it never comes out - like a secret you’ve sworn to keep.

His fingers curl a bit, knocking lightly against the top of your desk. The sound could’ve easily been mistaken as the pounding of your heart, if one listened close enough.

“You know what kinda wood that is?”

The voice mumbled against your ear is low and deep. Sounding like a bass drum and its sound reverberates through your body and you’re pretty sure it’s the reason why your hands are suddenly a little shaky.

“W-wood?” You manage to echo back. A single word, hoping for clarification because your brain is moving at a snail’s pace. You’re simply too preoccupied on the warm, wet breathing that wafts over your neck.

His fingers start tapping against the desk in some unknown rhythm. And your eyes watch them move, entranced, and you keep telling yourself to look away and focus on something else but it’s much too easy to just keep staring. “Yeah. You outta know.” His voice is closer. More hushed. And that’s because his lips are right against the shell of your ear and his breath is blazing hot.

And through it all, you can catch the faint scent of bitter coffee and it only makes your skin tingle even more.

You suppress a shudder, if only to deny him the satisfaction of feeling it.

His presence somehow keeps growing larger - more encompassing, like a storm cloud rolling over the city. The words on the monitor; they don’t exist. There’s no more Naval Yard or team of federal agents or a whole case to solve.

It’s just you, him, and the hard, cold press of the wooden desk keeping you here.

Finally, you turn your head towards him. Words form on the edge of your tongue - stern words of annulment and to tell him you’re too busy for his games.

But then you meet his eyes. Head on - and they give you pause. Frozen in place, as if the icy blues really could chill you to the bone. So close, you could catch faint flecks of gray and gold floating around in the ocean of light blue and this time, it’s impossible to push down the shudder.

Now, his breath wafts over your lips slowly in his careful exhale, sounding almost disappointed and you’re shocked at how much that thought troubles you.

“Want to get a closer look?” He mumbles, eyes falling blatantly to your lips before coming back to meet your gaze.

A closer look? Damn him.

This must be some kind of sick game for him - to see how far he can push you before you bend to him. He knows the implications of his question. You’ll start imagining yourself bent over the desk, looking closely to study the wood and its rings and texture. Everything he wants you to look for. Your mind will wonder, and suddenly, the image of him fucking you, hard and purposeful, over the desk pops up and you’ll never be able to get it out of your head.

And it works like a god damn charm.

His head tilts to the side, eyes softening to look amused. Probably because he notices you’re panting lighting and can feel it against his lips. “I can show you, if you want,” he murmurs. Still acting innocent. Still keeping with this game.

You breathe in because your head starts getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, but that proves a fatal mistake.

Because the air itself smells like him - like coffee and smoke and old cologne and it goes straight between your thighs and you find yourself craving the feel of his scarred, worn-out hands on your skin. “Gibbs…”

His name comes out weak, like a shiver. And when he hums in response to it, you can nearly feel the vibration through the air and pulsing against your body. And slowly, carefully, his hand comes up to touch your shoulder. The first real, raw physical contact and you wait for it with baited breath. Suddenly craving it more than the air itself.

As it connects, you expect a soft sort of seering feel. Like a branding iron. Instead, it’s a hard and sudden shove that seems to rock the entire world.

It’s so hard, your eyes snap open instantly, sucking in a gasp of air like you’d just been held underwater. Those cold blue eyes that had so easily frozen you solid were gone, replaced with the familiar scene of the office doused in the light of a sunset.

The stifling presence of Leroy Jethro Gibbs was also gone - in a way, you were grateful for the freedom. It was much easier to breathe now, that’s for certain. But the second thing you notice upon sitting up in your chair isn’t as appreciated.

Your body is humming. Heart pounding a million miles a second. And your skin...it’s almost painfully sensitive. So much so, even your clothes rubbing against it is almost too much to bear. For a moment, you can still feel Gibbs and his warm breath and the remains of his touch.

But the worst realization is the deep throb between your legs. Aching and pulsing for something - or someone - that will never come. Your thighs shift together, hoping to ease the feel but the friction only seems to make it worse.

“You fell asleep.”

That’s his voice.

Your head whips up to find Gibbs standing by your desk - watching you, his eyebrows pinched together and standing in nearly the same exact spot as in your dream and it’s a shock that you even realize that.

Immediately, you let your gaze fall - everything is throbbing just a little too much to meet his eyes. “And you were making some noises,” he continues. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you answer immediately. Too quick, you realize. Gibbs may not believe the dream was simply nothing, and it’s proven when he takes a small step closer to you. His shoes nearly nudge against yours, and you can’t stop yourself from tucking your feet under the chair away from him.

His eyes are still on you. It takes an enormous amount of effort to keep your breathing steady and to stop the light shake of your hands to even pretend everything was normal. “You sure?” He asks. And this time, his tone is different. Just slightly - it wouldn’t even had been noticeable if dream-Gibbs hadn’t spoken so softly right in your fucking ear.

You need to get a fucking grip.

It was just a dream. A vivid, extremely hot dream. But a dream nonetheless. Not real.

“Very sure,” you reply, forcing your tone to sound more confident that you feel. It’s still impossible to meet his eyes - you know they’d be every bit as frosty blue and cool as in your dream, so you just spin your chair to face the desk. “You just woke me up from an intense dream.”

Gibbs hums a bit at the explanation. “Gonna tell me about it?”

“Definitely not.”

Out the corner of your eye, Gibbs just shrugs before turning back to his own desk and sitting down. Now that his whole focus isn’t on you, the rest of the world start to filter back in. The golden light of a setting sun coming in through the windows. The ambience of the office, winding down from a long day. Gibbs sipping his coffee.

It gets easier to slow your beating heart. To ignore the slow, steady throb between your thighs.

And carefully, you glance up across the bullpen to Gibbs. His eyes are on the monitor, paying you no attention.

“Gibbs.” That is, until you say his name carefully. Like an experiment.

And when the shock of his eyes hits you once again, it’s nearly as powerful and earth-shaking as it was in the dream. But this time, you hold his gaze. Because there’s something you need to know before you can put this dream behind you and get back to work.

Your hand comes up, knuckles rapping lightly against the wooden surface of the desk. It sounds louder than it should.

“Do you know what kind of wood this is?”

#ncis imagine #ncis x reader #ncis reader insert #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs imagine

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ticklishshenanigansau · 3 years

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Heyo :D here's a late day 7 :P, hope you like it. This is one of my longer fics. This isn't really meant to be a frans but if you want to interpret it as that, it's fine too

(my exams were ok btw :3)

<Day 7>

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"oh, wassup?" Sans waved.

"I called you five times already and you didn't pick up and didn't reply to my texts!!!" Frisk exclaimed.

"oh sorry. left my phone upstairs heh."

"Well grab your phone and let's just get going already I guess."

"going where?"

"To the study lounge outside the library you bonehead. Did you forget about our meet up?"

Oh, right! He knew he was missing something today. "ah... ok, give me a moment." Sans said, before teleporting upstairs to grab his phone. "ok i'm ready, let's go frisk."

"Aren't you gonna teleports us there since we're already 25 minutes late?" Frisk questioned.

"oh right, forgot I could do that heh."

Sans held out his hand as he spoke. Frisk rolled her eyes in amusement and grabbed it.

As time flew by, sans stumbled across something peculiar to him. "hey frisk? can I comfirm something?" Sans tapped Frisk's shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"this book states humans have 12 pairs of ribs... is there a typo? or is it true."

"It's not wrong. Why? Do you have a different number of ribs?"

Sans looked a little surprised, "well yeah. I only have 10 pairs... weird. humans are weird."

"uh well I rather not do it in public.. you know" Sans commented.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean show it to me, I can just try feeling it through ur clothing if that's alright with you."

"well, if that's the case then it's... fine, just do it."

"You sure? I wouldn't want to do something your not comfortable with."

"nah, it's fine. I'm okay with it."

Sans could feel the laughter threatening to slip out. He had to use all of his will power to not move or make any sudden twitches. That, and the fact that he was trying not to grin like an idiot even though it was fruitless. His ribs were way too sensitive.

"snrk-! " it slipped. Welp, all of his efforts were in vain because of that one mess up.

"Okay, I guess I can lay off this new discovery. For now." Frisk snickered and stopped. "Don't think for a second I'm letting this off though."

Sans whimpered. Time to stay in his room for the next few years. "can we jus get back to reading...?" He pleaded

Frisk gave him a thumbs up and continued to read up on how human souls worked. Occasionally chuckling as she saw Sans ever so often darting his eyes towards Frisk and back to his book.

"ok" Sans replied, as always.

"oh, sup." Sans greeted Frisk.

"Hey Sans. Oh wow, the food actually smells good for once. Papyrus's been taking classes?" Frisk asked.

"yup. wannna stay in my room while we wait?"

"Sure!"

Sans eyes widened for a brief moment before eyeing Frisk, "d-don't you dare."

"I am also kind of curious how you manage to feel without nerves... I might need to conduct an experiment to find out." Frisk continued.

"you were the one who started this frisk, heh."

"I started this and I plan to finish it!" Frisk exclaimed. "Now let's see.. How many ribs... 1, 2.."

"Well, I still need to make sure don't I~? 6...7.." Frisk teased.

"thihis iss juhuust cruhuehel- nohooo nahaht theeheere!!!" Sans snorted. "ghaahaha plheheaasee!-" The poor guy kicked and flailed but nothing helped. Uncontrollably laughter continued to pour out.

"Juuust a little more~ I could always go faster~~" Frisk cooed "10..11..12.."

"wahaahait! nahaahaa dohoon't, ahaa! cohome ohonn-"

After what seemed to be an eternity for Sans... "And... 20!" Frisk exclaimed, releasing the poor guy.

"hff.. hf.. thahnk g.. hff god." Sans panted, slumping to the ground. He lied on his back, facing the ceiling as he closed his eyes.

"Pfft. You alright there Sans?" Frisk chuckled. She handed Sans a bottle of water she found on his desk.

As they walked out, Sans called out to Frisk. "Yeah?" She responded. Sans was about to speak, but stopped himself.

Instead, he replied, "uh nevermind. i wanted to tell ya somethin' but uh, i forgot heh."

Frisk gave him a confused look but continued walking down the stairs. Sans being Sans. When Frisk turned around, Sans casual grin turned into a smirk. Guess Frisk forgot that Sans had a tendancy to side with justice.

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Super cuuuute~! I especially thought the bit where they both tried to outsmart the other resulting in Sans teleporting in the same place was really funny XD Thanks for submitting! <3 - Kitty

#submission #Tickletober #Tickletober2021 #Undertale #Sans #Frisk #Papyrus #fictitious-fluff

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