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kanmom51 · 11 months ago

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Jikook in bed - Part 1

I am pissed and in a not good way.

Worked over 4 hours writing this post, saved to drafts only for the whole damn thing to just disappear.

Did I mention I am pissed?

Cause I am.

Ok, let me take a breath and try to put down on paper my thoughts, hopefully I will remember some of them. Sob sob.

Jikook in bed.

Who would have thought that I would be writing a post about Jikook in bed?

Please don't answer my rhetorical question, lol.

Who thought after the Jikook drought we got in 2023 that we would be getting this, eh? And yet, here we are. Me losing count of the number of posts I’ve already written about episodes 1 and 2 alone of Are you sure?! And I’m not done yet. And another episode is coming today!!!

Did I mention just how overwhelmed I am? In the very best way. Well, other than being pissed at Tumblr for throwing away my hard work. 😭😭

I’ll be breaking this down into 2 parts because damn it, there is so much to say about these two short clips we get of the two in bed. Both playful. Both sus as shit. If shit is sus – I guess we can ask JM on his thoughts about that – yes I did go there. Poor man is not going to live this down, and now I understand why he kept asking if this could air – not because he was worried about their flirty handsy moments. NOPE. But because of the shit, lol.

Ok, so part 1 will be focusing on the brushing teeth in bed, while part 2 will focus on the handsy cuddly butt wacky master bedroom action.

When watching the whole brushing teeth in bed I had to ask myself a multiple why’s?

Why brush teeth in the bedroom?

Or more so, why in that bedroom?

Why not in the bathroom?

Perhaps because we would see they are both using the master bedroom ensuite?

It’s not that we couldn’t deduce that from the footage, but that would take more looking into, which let’s be real, most army don’t do. They watch it once or twice and many don’t pay attention to the details. A lot of details need us to view the footage multiple times something that most army are not into – they don’t care to find out more. They see the surface, JK and JM being cute, and that’s enough for them to say “oh, they are so brotherly…. Such brotherly love…” without wanting to see anything else.

But if you do look closer you see A LOT.

You see that JM does the tour of the house, showing us 4 bedrooms, first one being a master bedroom with a king size bed and an ensuite he shows us.

An ensuite we later see JK in while preparing to go out shopping.

So yes. They were both using the same bathroom in that huge modern fancy house with 4 bedrooms and obviously more than one bathroom that happened to be the ensuite to the master bedroom.

And perhaps they didn’t want it to be too obvious. Because why use that same bathroom?

*side note: at this point, when JM goes to check on JK there is clearly a staff member in there with them. The way the camera moves the angle of filming changes, it's clear that is not a static camera, unlike the ones we got from the bedrooms and hallway at night and in the morning. It looks like the staff member is using JM's go pro to film that and as JM walks out of the bathroom the camera changes hands and JM has it. And I state this because most of the time there wasn't staff in the house with them. For a lot of the time they had the house to themselves. My educated guess would be that just like we saw they had control over the cameras in the house, could easily turn them on and off (JK with the hallway camera), they were the ones to decide when the staff can join them in the house to film or resume filming.

Another possible reason why we got the bedroom scene would be that they didn’t want to place a camera in the bathroom, which they obviously didn’t. I mean, that bathroom was rather small – you know, as ensuites usually are, and having them both stand there and brush their teeth would be cramped and uncomfortable (we saw that in Sapporo we did have them place that camera for us to see them brush their teeth side by side). Also, obviously they wouldn’t want permanent cameras placed in the bathroom for privacy reasons – duh. Even if they did have control over turning the cameras on and off. In Sapporo it’s clearly a camera they set up themselves, one they could just pick up and take away. They placed it there for the purpose of filming themselves brushing their teeth side by side.

So basically, imo, this whole brushing teeth in the bedroom JK was supposedly sleeping in was a combination of it all.

They wanted us to see them brush their teeth prior to going to sleep. They didn’t want us to see that they were sharing the ensuite bathroom (the bathroom connected to the room JM was sleeping in).

And the cherry to top it all is showing us this is where JK is going to spend the night.

Because that was somehow something they needed to show us.

Unlike the cabin with the one bed, that didn’t ‘allow’ for another option, the two spending the night in the same bed while there are another 3 lovely empty rooms available, would be too much perhaps.

You know, deniability and all.

Makes even more sense seeing this was filmed in July 2023, and the two did not know just yet what lies ahead of them when it comes to their enlistment.

Let’s talk about that for a sec, why don’t we?

Those cameras in the house, they were placed ahead of time. Before the two arrived. I’m talking about the permanent cameras – the ones downstairs, the one in the hallway, the one in JK’s bedroom, the one in the master bedroom.

This was decided ahead of time – that they will not be sharing a bedroom. Not on camera anyway. And this wasn’t their decision!

I don’t think that JM asking while standing in that room whether to sleep together with JK, adding a comment about getting hit was an actual contemplation on his part. I think it was him signalling that it’s definitely an option and perhaps the reason why he won’t be is because of not wanting to get hit. Him doing all of that when JK is there in the room with him (probably going through his luggage which was probably there too – we don’t get to see, but it makes sense seeing how small the other room was and the fact that JK was using the ensuite). We also see JK throw something onto the bed – perhaps a heat pack he took out of that luggage? But he’s there and they leave the room together shortly after.

"Should I sleep next to Jungkook tonight? Will he hit me again?"...

Again, let me be clear here with what I’m saying. JM asking this was a mute question, and he knew it, seeing that they were both well aware of the fact that cameras were already placed in the two bedrooms expecting them not to be sharing that bed. At least not on camera.

And you know where else you see that bemusement about the separate beds?

In the trailer where we get them in Sapporo the two standing in the hotel room JK asking JM which bed he wants to choose. JM’s reaction super telling.

And what about the house in Jeju? Clearly that second bed was brought up from the room downstairs (we know that from the original layout of the house). Yes, Tae was joining. But wouldn’t that be less sus them sharing a bed? We’ve seen them all share beds in previous content. Tae literally shared one with his mates back in 2022. I guess that the idea was to show us that when there is an option they won’t share a bed? That the CT cabin was a ‘must’ as there was only one bed and there was no choice? Strange, seeing that there were other options for cabins that were not 1 shared bed. Well, never mind that. In any case I guess there was need for the deniability, seeing as to how cozy those two were the next day in that one bed in the master bedroom.

Seeing that plus knowing they shared a bed could be construed as too much perhaps.

Btw, you know what that whole scene in bed reminded me of?

Remember that time JK was asked what his favourite memory from their trip to Tokyo?

Remember his answer?

JM staying up until 5 am on his phone and sleeping in the next morning?

Sorry, but that constant smirk on JM's face... to die...

and

Yes Jeon. "He" didn't sleep at night. That's why both of you overslept the next day.

*Side note: at the end of the interview/sit down JM won a gift which guess who was given straight away?

Well, them in bed together there in CT, seeing those few seconds we were allowed to see (with the many cuts) – that is how I picture them in Tokyo on that trip. Those calm almost boring moments in bed together. On their phones. Snuggling. Playing. Just enjoying being next to each other, just the two of them, outside world be damned.

That is what JK loved most in Tokyo. That is what was most memorable to him (our introvert sweetie).

And he got that here as well.

You could argue: "what's the difference here from the two spending time together in bed in Seoul at either of their palaces?" And my answer to that would be:

EVERYTHING.

How can you even compare? Being back in Seoul, with all the playing around their schedules and stress and pressures and anxiety that still linger even when you are home, even when you are together with your loved one. You can't compare it to this. JM taking the time off to be with him. JK taking the couple of days off during his promotions for his first solo debut. Getting away from it all. Spending those 3 days together alone. No work. No stress. No pressure. Even with JK feeling physically off and JM's diarrhea. Just the two of them, away. Away from everything and everyone. Having those tiny every so important soft moments.

Or in layman's words: having a cuddle at home is not the same as having that cuddle when away, taking that time to spend together as a couple. It's just not the same. It's so much more. And that is also why it was so memorable for JK back in 2017.

I’m getting kind of emotional here folks. Don’t mind me.

Let’s get back to the brushing teeth in bed, shall we?

Again, in the second bedroom and not the master, even though it’s the master ensuite they are using as a bathroom!!

Why not see them brush their teeth on the master bed? Yeah, I think I answered that one already. We weren’t supposed to deduct that JK was using the master ensuite.

We were to know that JK was sleeping in that room, we even got to see him go to sleep and wake up there. It was very important that we see that. Not make a mistake that maybe, just maybe, they spent the night together.

What do I think, you ask? I will tell you, even if you didn’t ask, lol.

I think that JK probably did sleep in that bed for a bit. A BIT. Like a really really short bit.

I also think that they spent much time together in that one bed in the master bedroom. They got the pre-sleep cuddles (that we didn’t get to see) and they got the post-sleep cuddles (that we also didn’t get to see – and I’ll get into that in the next post – just saying that JK walking into the room and out of it after he woke up – the first time he goes in and out – there was a HUGE chunk cut out of the footage).

Oh, and they got the post-JK eating crap for breakfast- cuddles too.

This isn’t going the way I wanted it to, lol. I’m talking too much about stuff that is meant for part 2 of Jikook in bed. You see, this is why it is all intertwined and if there wasn’t an issue with image limits or readers losing focus with too long posts this would all be one post. But 'tis what 'tis and I have to stop talking about the master bedroom!!!

So, back to the toothbrushing.

This was them:

JK literally pulling JM down to lie on the bed.

The giggles (oh, what I want to say now and am holding myself back).

Their playfulness is on another level.

Add the legs over shoulder.

After JM laying his legs on JK's shoulders, JK grabbing the legs and pulling JM even closer in.

I love how with Jikook we live on moments that remind us of other moments. And this one kind of reminds me of another moment back from 2019 during rehearsal for the LY concerts, JM coming in behind JK to hold him and JK pulling JM's arm in for an even closer hug.

And we have cuts, of course.

So many of them.

Including this one.

And this one.

The cuts. We should talk about them for a sec.

There is hours and hours of footage, and obviously there are things that are deemed to end up on the editing room floor. Footage that might be boring or irrelevant to whatever it is they want to be showing us. There is also a time constrict that needs to be kept. Understandably not everything can be left in.

But it’s some decisions that make you raise an eyebrow. Some of those editing decisions that make you think – why cut this? Why not leave the flow?

And these moments are exactly those type of moments.

Obviously the fans will go crazy for seeing them be so playful and mucking around. They are brushing their teeth and it’s clear this isn’t something that is going on for too long of a time. So, why not allow us to see the FULL interaction? I think we know the answer to that, don’t we? Once again it’s those two being too much. Too obvious. Too handsy. Too couplie.

How exactly does JK end up with his back to us?

Why is he with his back to us?

Why is the whole scene with JM’s legs hanging over JK’s shoulders cut short?

And why does JK continue to be with his back to us after this has clearly ended and JM is sitting on the edge of the bed?

I kind of think that I know why JK was sitting with his back to us, and why it’s cut at that point and we never get to see them get out of that bed.

Great time to sign off.

See you for part 2 of Jikook in bed.

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #Are you sure? Jikook

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cannon4k · 5 months ago

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╭୨🥀୧︰I JUST NEED YOU, BABY.

┊︰ Vi x Reader fanfic

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Stalking, slightly possessive behavior, fighting, cussing, angst, jealousy and kinda slowburn, F/F

Word count: 7k

First fanfic on tumblr(also posted on ao3), if y'all have tips or criticism pls say so!!

Also noticed i kept switching up from referring to the reader as you/i, a sign that character ai chats Haven't left my vocabulary so i apologize 💔

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You stood paralyzed, the sweat on your forehead making strands of your hair stick on your face. Your eyes grazed at the sight in front of you, making your head and swirl around in confusion and fear, all kinds of emotions running around in your mind.

Your friend Vi holds her calloused hand against your mouth, your noises being muffled by it, as she pressed her body against yours, holding both of your wrists together with ease with her other hand, and you notice that she clearly is not using all her strength. You try to cry out, your hands shaking as despair lightly fills your body, and you can see her knee make her way between your thighs as you try to sound out words through the cloth.

“Stay quiet for me, okay cupcake?”

Tears start to fill your eyes.

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7:30am everyday you come to work, at the small and humble coffee shop in Zaun. This place used to be so scary, the Green hue filled the air you used to breathe as a kid, but now, everything is… Clear. You can see the blue and vibrant color of the sky, the clouds making a beautiful pattern, and the sun shining bright as it illuminates the crowded streets of Zaun. You remember enforcers used to ramage Zaun trying to look for any trouble or reason to throw anyone into StillWater, this small hatred for them still hasn't left your mind, but nowadays, it seems like they want peace after years of war and misunderstanding. Looks like they wanna do their job for once.

As you open the door of the Coffee shop, a bell rings above the door, and you see Jinx talking with Huck, the short and shy middle-aged man who's your manager. I admire the fact that he built something for himself, even if it's a small coffee shop, it's humble and cozy, and it shows how he loves the place. Jinx turns around startled by the bell, but her eyes quickly shine as she sees you walking towards her with a box in your hands. She shouts your name, and it echoes around the shop.

“Jinx, didn't think I'd see you here so early,” - I chuckle as she steps towards me and takes the box from my hands with a bit of a struggle, placing it at the counter.

“Well, I wasn't exactly planning on coming either, but this little gremlin was starving. Well, at least that's the excuse she gave, but we all know she just wanted to see Mr.whiskers over there.” - she grins as she points behind the counter.

You lean over the counter, peeking at an adorable scene of Isha next to the cat bed, petting our cat, the infamous shop mascot, a fluffy orange cat, purring and stretching as Isha continues to play with our store mascot. You can't help but smile as cuteness aggression attacks your brain.

“Aaaww…!” - You smile at the scene, Isha glances at you as she giggles in a breathy laugh.

Your gaze catches your boss, as you step out of the counter, you mention - “is that all for that event?”

“Oh, uhm, Grey air fare?” - Huck stutters, giving you a nervous but welcoming smile.

“Wacky ass name…” - Jinx mumbles, as she rests her elbow against the counter, as she plays with a lollipop with her fingers.

“Where'd you get that- Well, it has to do with all, and everything Zaun went through before getting to where we are,” - he adjusts his glasses as he blabbers about it. - “a-and we can't afford that many lollipops you're taking f-for free, Miss Powder.” - he adds.

“It’s Jinx.” - her tone turns serious and slightly annoyed sounding, but she quickly turns her mood upside down as she replies. - “And are you seriously charging me for cents worth of Lollipops? Silco won't like hearing about this…” - she smirks, muttering the last part just loud enough for him to hear it, in a playful tone. Huck gets taken back by the passive aggressive remark, as he panics and attempts to apologize, you hear the store bell ring.

You turn around, seeing Vi, Mylo and Claggor, all enter the store hands full of heavy boxes. You walk towards them, offering help as you reach your hands to take some of the boxes from Mylo, he chuckles and you nod in compliance. You feel a gaze against the back of your neck, as you carry the boxes to the counter you catch Vi glance over her shoulder to see your interaction with Mylo, quickly looking away as your eyes lock. You lift a brow in curiosity, and as you set the boxes on the counter, you see Claggor helping Huck set them in the back, and you overhear them talking about a new menu and decorations, energy filling your system as you start to feel excited to help around the store.

As Vi hands her boxes to Claggor, you silently walk to her side, tapping her shoulder with a smile. - “Vi! Sorry to make you and your gang carry boxes, especially when it's starting to get hot outside.” - you nod your head to the front door, splashes of sunlight peeking by the windows.

“O-oh, no problem, really. And after all it kinda helps me, maybe I won't get a chance to workout with all the mess that's gonna be in the next couple of days.” - her tone is friendly and calm, as she lightly stutters and gets stuck between some of the sentences.

“Yeah, it lasts a week, well, this means more coins for me,” - I chuckle as I rub my hands together peeking at the cash register. My gaze slides around her arms in her black tank top. - “And yeah, I can see your muscles getting bigger.” - you lift your hand to gently brush your index finger by her bicep and shoulders. Your eyes go up, only to see her eyebrows lifted and eyes shining in a seemingly shy and surprised expression. You let your arm down and stare into her eyes as you rest your arm on the counter as you smile. - “getting Strong huh?”.

“Could say that..” - She mutters, and her eyes stay a second too long on the area of her arm that I touched with my index finger, before she stares back at me. Maybe I'm reading a little too much at this, but it was like she analyzed me for a split second, or maybe admiring? I don't quite know, but something else was on her mind, her eyes sparkled and I could see her pupils dilate around her light blue eyes, her split lips and slightly raised eyebrows. I kept my eyes locked with hers, waiting that something may be added to the conversation, but all I heard was Jinx, Isha and Mylo discussing and mocking each other in the background. Well, Isha and Jinx against Mylo is more accurate.

I broke the staring contest to look over at Claggor and Huck coming back from the back of the store, apparently done with moving the boxes. I gave Vi one final glance, nodding with my head in a chuckle, before heading to the back of the store, and i'm almost sure i heard a muffled ‘fuck’, in an almost frustrated tone, i just don't know from who.

As you get into the dressing room, you meet with your friend Myluri, which greets you with a nod and a small smile. You greet her back in a friendly tone. “Myluri, Myluri… how are you feeling knowing that we're gonna have to work twice as much this week,” - you playfully ask her, as you nudge her shoulder.

“Well, Huck said he's gonna lend us some hours to enjoy the fare too.” - she brushes a strand of her white curls behind her ear. - “I really wanna go to the Ferris wheel.” - she mutters in addition.

“I kinda wanna go to the rollercoaster, i just don't know who to go with.” I glance over, a chuckle escaping my lips.

I open my locker, and as I grab my work uniform, I can't seem to find or see my lipgloss, I raise a brow in confusion.

“Myluri?” - I call out quietly for her.

“Yes?” - she replies as she buttons her shirt.

“Did you take my lipgloss?” - I brought my face to her, by peeking out of my locker door. As she locks her eyes with mine she quietly shakes her head ‘no’. - “I would've told you if I did. Do you want mine?” - her hand ramages inside her locker and she hands me a lip gloss, the case a light tone of pink. I thank her, as I grab and open the lipgloss, I slide the product across my lips, close the cap and hand it back to her.

“You don't think Huck would snuck into my things, right?” - you mumble, frustration and distrust in your voice.

“He's too shy to even send us back to work, even though he's our boss. I can't imagine him trying to rob you,” - she quietly folds her clothes, and closes the door of her locker, and she adds in a sarcastic tone. “And even if. A lipgloss?” - she chuckles, making you fall into laughter along with her.

As she walks out, she stops by the door and gives you a final look and speaks a last time. - “maybe you just forgot it at home, don't stress too much, okay?” - you look back, and give her a nod in agreement.

But it is strange. your things kept disappearing ever since you entered this job, and if you go even before that, you do remember things like, a pack of gums, hair ties, makeup products… and even private clothing disappearing from your house, you only lost one pair of underwear, and you thought it may be under a cabinet decomposing in a funny way, but it's been frequent enough to make you suspect of something, even tho you couldn't prove it. Your doors and windows never seemed different or like someone broke in, everything was in the exact place, except for those small objects in which you could easily buy again cheaply in another store. It still bugged you nonetheless.

I shake my shoulders in an attempt to shake my overthinking thoughts with them. I put on my working uniform, and checked myself in the small mirror on the locker door, adjusting my hair. I close my locker, but I make sure to lock it. My shift for the morning is calm as always, regular customers, families, and even Piltover civilians coming in to get a coffee, probably because it's way cheaper than up there, but i still can't get used to seeing them visit Zaun like this, it's a bit rare, but they do visit sometimes.

Myluri told me the morning shifts would be the same in store, but in the afternoon we'd have to set up a tent, representing our store at the fare, Huck would cover us at night so we can enjoy the fun fare. I'm glad to have him as a boss as he's so understanding and calm, he's shy, yes, but I also never seen him getting mad or showing anger at someone. Afternoon sets, and he prepares the resources, except of course, they are too heavy for me and Myluri to carry on one trip, and asking Vi and her friends for help again would feel inconvenient…

As I'm closing the shop, and our cash registers, the front door bell rings. As I'm counting bills I say a quiet ‘were closed’, before looking up and seeing one of my closest friends.

“Ekko!” - I exclaim as I put the bags of coins down, walking around the counter to greet him, he nods with his head as we lock eyes.

“Huck told me about the hussle it'd be for y'all to get everything to the fare,” - he crosses his arms in a relaxed stance, as he leans back against a table near us.

“Oh he did?” - I lift a brow, as I glance outside to see 4 more people on the front of our store, the fourth one staying more in the distance

“Well, since y'all treated us, and especially me so well with all those free treats, I thought about coming to the rescue,” - he chuckles as he points outside.

“O-oh, Ekko, that 's really…Sweet, wow, thank you. I was getting worried about me and Myluri having to carry all of that on our own.” - I chuckle in nervousness, not knowing how to thank nice gestures like that, giving him a shy smile.

“Hey, don't worry, I know how much you and her work hard to help this store. It's an honor, trust me.” - he says as he stands up walking towards me giving a tap in the back, as i reach for his shoulder, giving him a tap back in return.

I yell Myluri’s name as Ekko brings his friends inside, and I glance back to the door bell as his friends enter the store. I noticed that the fourth person who was watching from across the street was gone, but I didn't give it too much thought. I couldn't even recognize them by the hood of their blouse, but I could see their muscles by their pulled up sleeves because of the sunset light shining upon them.

Hours pass by, Ekko and his group helps me and Myluri set up snd carry all the heavy equipment to the fare, Ferris wheels, Rollercoaster and a ton of other rides, were all over the place, some smaller for kids and others much bigger for adults, adrenaline rushed through you just thinking about going on one of those rides. Only problem was, you had no one to go with, Myluri would go with her boyfriend, and a bunch of your other friends would go together probably, like Jinx and Ekko, although you did questioned Jinx going with him because of Isha, but she probably wouldn't be allowed on adult rides. Jinx probably asked Silco or Vander to keep an eye on her at the fare.

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6pm, the sun was close to finally setting, and you could see everyone start to arrive at the event, both Zaunites and Piltovers… still surprised you, but seeing kids from different places running around and playing together warmed your heart, enough to forget how different you think you are from them. You stood side by side with Myluri, selling chocolate cakes and sweet drinks, a nice decoration of sparkling lights going around your stand.

“Now that I see it up close… this is quite nice.” - I speak out to Myluri, a smile spreading on my face.

“I remember when everything was, hm,” - she pauses, glancing at her feet, a vulnerable light shining in her eyes. - “ different. But now, I couldn't be happier about how everything changed.”

I chuckle, as I slice another piece of cake to a kid in the line, and as I hand him the sliced piece, I catch a glance of Vander holding Isha’s hand, walking towards our stand, Silco following behind with Huck aside. I greet Vander with my eyes as he arrives at the stand.

“Oh, Huck, why are you abusing your workers like this? C'mon guys it's a fare,” - his voice was husky and playful, a grin across his lips as he faced Huck. - “is the money that much?” - he adds, in a joking tone as turns to glance at me and Myluri.

“Well, it's not like I'm rich…” - I state in a grin as I glance at Huck, nervously laughing.

“It seems I'm gonna have to steal both of your employees.” - Silco butts in, a light smirk in his face as he taps Hucks shoulder.

“I promise, sir, I'm doing my best on, uhm, paying them the best I can.” - he fidgets with his fingers as he stutters on his words. Silco gives him a tap in the back which startled him.

“Cover for rhem, won't ya? They're still young compared to us, let them have some fun.” - his voice is calm and husky as he jokes, nodding his head to us.

Huck takes our place in the boot, Silco and Vander are still joking around as they eat the treats in our stand, and I suddenly feel a tap on my wrist. I look down and see a cute Isha grasping my hand in hers.

“Oh, hi Isha,” - I say in a smile, as I see the adorable girl who is more than half my size.

She suddenly starts pulling me, signaling for me to be quiet by putting her finger between her lips, and nodding to the rollercoaster. Which widens my eyes as I shake my head. I think it's too dangerous to sneak her in there, and Jinx would kill me if I did that.

Isha brows furrow and her lips pout in an attempt to look mad, but she just looks cutely funny. She grasps on my arm and in a surprisingly quick motion she climbs on my back, I gasp as she wraps her arms around my shoulder. And I sigh in defeat as I accept to give her a piggyback, before going on my way, I give Vander a tap on the shoulder, and when he looks at Isha, he gives me a thumbs up, and jokes about finally having a break from babysitting.

She points and points to different places and rides, most of which she can't go because of her height, but I stop to buy her some food and candy on the way, and I let her go on 1 or 2 kids rides while we're at it. After what felt like 30 minutes, I saw Vi and her group in the distance, Jinx and Ekko a few steps behind, and even though she was far away she was the first one to spot me and Isha, although when I glanced back Vi was already looking at me.

Jinx runs up to me and Ekko follows calmly behind, Vi and her group going in my direction also. Isha crawls out of my back and jumps at Jinx, giving her a big hug.

“Isha!” - Jinx yells in her hoarse voice, as she hugs Isha back in her arms. - “I thought you were with Vander?!” - she chuckles.

“I stole her if you don't mind… Well, she stole me more is more accurate.” - I joke, glancing at all of the group standing a few steps behind Jinx, Ekko coming to her side, wrapping a hand on her waist.

“Vander probably was relieved to have a break from this little dwarf.” - Ekko jokes playfully as he chuckles to Isha, as she rolls her eyes and does some sign language, which I can't quite understand.

“And what happened to your voice?” - i Ask tapping Jinx’s shoulder.

“I screamed too much on rides.” - she smirks, as if she's proud of it. I giggle back to her.

I cross my arms, and my gaze flows around, once more, to find Vi staring at me as Claggor and Mylo seem to be arguing, although it's common to see them like this. As our eyes meet, I give her a smile as I approach her, which she widens her eyes slightly and her eyebrows twitch.

“Vi, what 's up? Have you already checked around?” - I ask her, tilting my head as I gesture around us.

“Oh, kind of? I didn't wanna go on too many rides as the others, since we're kind of an uneven number…But I don't mind since that gives me the opportunity to get some treats.” - she chuckles awkwardly, which makes me sigh a laugh along with her, as she seems surprised as i do so, before letting out a smile herself.

“Same, ever since I left my stand all I did was bring Isha for rides and food.” - I cross my arms, before sighing in a more annoyed tone. - “Ugh… even though I wanted to go on the rollercoaster, I didn't want to go with a stranger.” - I add.

She glances around for an instance, tilting her head and hesitating, before stepping closer and muttering something. - “You want to get the hell out of here?” - her voice is low and husky, as I can feel her soft breathing as she speaks.

I chuckle, as I narrow my eyes at her, a smirk on my lips. - “So we can go on rides together?” - I turned my head slightly, our faces brought close together.

She lets a breathy laugh out. - “hell yeah,” - as she grabs my wrist, dragging me silently away from the group, and for a second, even if it feels delusional, i think i saw her glancing at my lips.

She drags me into a crowd, her grip strong, safe, as she makes sure not to lose me in it, she successfully cuts in line without suspicion to the rollercoaster, making her way across the wide line of people, she gets the closest we can get to being our turn. As we both try to make our way to the stairs for the toy, a guy with a security shirt stops both of us, making my breath hitch.

“There's only one spot left.” - he says, making me feel relieved, as the thought of him seeing us cut in line goes away.

I glance back, facing the people behind us. - “uhm, one of y'all can go if you want.” - a teenager looking boy, passes through us as the guard closes the gate.

I glance back at Vi, grinning at her, as she looks down to reach my gaze, her eyes soft and sparkling as the bright neon lights shine down on us from the roller coaster decorations.

“Not lucky, huh?” - I playfully joke, as I nudge her shoulder, realizing her grip on my wrist is still there, and her fingers lightly caress the skin of my hands.

“We just gotta wait till the next turn, don't worry cu-...” - she pauses, trying to hide her cut off sentence with a very fake cough, as she faces away from me.

“Hm? What were you saying?” - I lift a brow, a smirk on my lips.

“Nothing, let's just wait,” - her grip gets a little tighter, as i cut her off.

“No, no, you don't trick me, what were you gonna say?”

“Nothing!” - she chuckles, our eyes locking as she turns to me, a light blush reaches her ears.

“No, c'mon!” - i swing the hand shes holding around, as i laugh in curiosity. She shakes her head, chuckling along with me.

She tilts her head whispering close to my ear. - “i was gonna say ‘cupcake’, happy now?”

My brows lift in surprise, as I stare at her. I don't say anything, truly not expecting that, I stand surprised. After a second of silence I quietly replied with a small smile.

“...That's cute.”

“You're cute.”

“And you're-”

I get cut off by the security guy, signaling that it's our turn, we walk up the stairs and sit by each others side on the rollercoaster, sitting 2 rolls before the vert front seat. I sigh in nervousness, but still smiling nonetheless, feeling a hint of adrenaline by the thought of going down the rollercoaster, and also because Vi hasn't yet let go of my hand, am i reading too much into her actions?

“So?” - Vi suddenly pulls me away from my thoughts.

“Uhm? What's up?”

“What were you gonna say?” - she asks in a smirk, almost mocking the way i insisted on her to finish her sentence a few minutes ago, i roll my eyes in a smile.

“Like you said, ‘Nothing’.” - i quote, making her narrow her eyes in a grin, as she arched one of her brows.

The rollercoaster suddenly starts moving, and i grip Vi’s hand tighter in surprise. I glance at her in a full teeth smile, nervousness starting to set and my stomach does flips, my mind panicking with a hint of adrenaline. I laugh as i look at Vi, she looks at me and gives a excited laugh, her eyes shine bright at my direction,

“Do you wanna throw your arms up at the drop?!” - she shouts, asking me through the noises of the music and people around us.

“Fuck yeah!”

The toy bumps on it's tracks ads it starts to go up, people around us screaming in excitement. I look up, the huge hill of the rollercoaster taking painfully long to reach the top. And when it does, me and Vi glance over at each other at same time.

“1,2…” - She counts, as the toy reach the end of the hill, and pauses as it's about to go down.

“3!”

We count together raising our hands as the rollercoaster starts to drop in triple the speed, your heart starts beating faster, and as much as your brain tries telling you that you're in danger, you also feel like you're having the time of your life. You and Vi screaming and laughing as adrenaline rushes both of you, your stomach turning cold and your breathing shaky. The ride goes on for about 2 minutes, before you're met in the same spot you and Vi were at rhe beginning.

You get out and walk away in silent chuckles and giggles catching your breath.

“Holy that was good,” - you wheeze, holding a hand to your chest.

“I ate 4 pizzas before this, i think ima bout to trhow up…” - she sarcastically replies, breathing heavily, leaning against me, wrapping her arm around my neck.

“Eww, don't trhow up on me you bastard!”

“Oh i think I'm…” - she pauses as she groans, mimicking a ‘trhowing up’ sound, which makes her break into laughter when i actually gasped and tried to get her hands off.

Seeing her smile like that, kinda makes my heart flutter…

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After we broke into laughter together. We agreed on going to the Ferris wheel, but for some odd reason, Vi started to get awkward out of nowhere. I don't know if it's something I said, but she felt more distant, seeming lost in thought. And even when I tried to joke with her about something, she would glance at me in a strange way and chuckle, almost looking a little sad or something else, or maybe she was tired in some sort of way. I have no idea what she was actually feeling.

We got in the line, which was significantly smaller than the rollercoaster one, which made me catch my breath at the much more calm environment. We silently got in the toy, and we awkwardly sat across each other.

“Cupcake?” - her voice husky and quiet, she called in a soft tone. My eyebrows raised in surprise, all the time that she was silent like that, I started worrying why she suddenly shut down. I try to give her a comforting smile.

“Oh you're sticking with that nickname now, hm?”

She chuckles, her smile warm, but still odd. - “yeah, it suits you, but…” - she pauses, seeming hesitant.

“Yes, Vi?” - I lean forward, my hands resting on my knees.

“... Are you interested in someone?” - she faces away from me looking out of the Ferris wheel windows, her pink and spiky hair covering her face from my view.

I arch my eyebrow, confusion and curiosity mixing together.

“Oh, well,” - I cross my legs, my hands now standing on my thighs - “Honestly, not really.”

She narrows her eyes at me, her face slightly moving in my direction.

“I highly doubt that.”

“What?”

She pauses and sighs, her elbow against the window.

“Sorry, i didn't mean to say that,” she grins, but it twitches into a soft frown, her eyes and expression showing so much vulnerability for some seconds. She really can't hide her emotions with her soft eyes.

My furrowed eyebrows relaxed slowly, but a pout was still on my face.

“You're… friendly, with everyone. Which makes me think you must probably like someone.”

“W-well, i don't… I'm not looking for anything right now.”

“...what?” - Vi glances at me, disbelief shown in her eyes.

“What?”

“So what was all that back there?” W-wait, what?” - her eyebrows furrow, she rubs her fingers between her temples, before speaking again. - “you mean you don't… don't want anything? With no one?”

“Well, I thought, I just… I thought we were having fun?” - my eyebrows curl in confusion, guilt showing on my face.

“Holding hands? Flirting?!” - she gasps in sarcasm, anger visible on her face.

“Look, I'm sorry, I didn't wanna be weird! I thought you'd only see me as a friend, o-or, i don't know!” - panic washes me, in an attempt to explain.

“You didn't wanna be ‘weird’?” - she exhales. An awkward silence rushed through the air for a few seconds, before Vi spoke up again.

“Do you even like women?” - her voice husky, tired, and feeling of disappointment reaching out of her lips.

“...i, i don't know.” - Another frustrated sigh escapes her lips. - “Vi, please can we-”

“Don't bother. I got the message.”

My eyes widened in shock, pain was heard in her voice, which also made my throat sink, I gasped as my eyes threatened to tear up, I fought the feeling of guilt and worry. I thought it was only something she does to any friend, maybe i should've realized, now looking back at it, the signs were obvious, but I didn't wanna screw up… And do I like women?

All my life i never got into a relationship, only a few interests passing by, but in the only instance i tasted someone's else's lips, was indeed a girl, at my teenage years, she wanted to make her little ex jealous, so she made a deal to convince me to kiss her in front of her, and it worked out for her, but that's it. I never thought much about that kiss, i didn't feel love, passion, or any other tingling feeling, but again, i feel the same about men, i never even ‘maked out’ with anyone before, my love life was really private and none existent, and i was happy. Before Vi.

I faced the floor in embarrassment, and silence filled the air the rest of the ride. When the door opened, Vi rushed outside, hands in pockets, and I tried following her behind, her step being quick, in an attempt to get her attention, I shouted.

“Vi, wait! Can we talk please?!” - my voice shakes, which makes me much more awkward, when she actually stops, glancing back at me.

“Cupcake, I tried this way, okay?” - her voice is blank, but a hint of pain and sorrow shows in it.

“Vi, i-i, i just don't know-” - my voice cracks, a tear forming in my eyes.

“Just, just go home. Okay? And don't look back, nor come after me.” - she faces away, continuing on her way, leaving me in front of colored flashing lights and music.

And even though there's crowds of people, I still feel the loneliest I've been in forever. Staying in such a lively place now feels like such a burden, an uncomfortable feeling, and a dumbbell in my chest. I indeed just wanna go home.

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The walk home was insufferable. Looking back at the flashing lights of the roller coaster and other toys so far away, and the music by the distance, it was depressing, truly, because you never meant to hurt Vi, and thought that both of you were having a good time. But you also don't know, you don't know anything about yourself in that sense, now that you think of it, how would it feel?

How do I like the idea of dating Vi? Talk to her in an intimate way, show affection? Hold hands? Hug? Kiss? Feel her skin, her lips… brush your hand through her hair, feel her hot breath against your skin as she talks so closely to you. Lay on her side on the same bed, cuddle, and even going further, to the point of-

Your naughty thoughts get cut off by a loud noise behind you, startling you. You look back, only to find a cat in the trash cans, apparently looking for food, your eyes water slightly by the sight, your current mood just makes you vulnerable enough to want to sob just by this view.

You take a small piece of candy fruit, vanilla flavor with strawberries on top, stuffed in a Tupperware, you open and take the pieces of strawberries, trying to clean the bits of melted ice cream before giving it to the cat. The little kitten points its ears up, as he gets closer at the sight of food hanging in your hand, he sniffs the food in your hands, before gladly accepting the treat. I hope ice cream isn't venomous, or I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life for this.

I get up and continue my way, but there's a tingling feeling in thr back of my mind… no, more like a gut feeling, like there's someone watching me, or maybe following, but I've looked back multiple times and all i see is deserted road, with few people walking the opposite way from me, probably going to the fare, the one i left my ‘friend’ hurt and disappointed, and you're left with no one to go back to.

I search my purse for my keys. A slight worry filled me when I couldn't locate them in a second, but I found them just afterwards. The door is unlocked, i open the door and step inside, and just as i close it behind me, i feel a grip on my mouth, another one at my torso locking my arms all together, panic rushes through me, as i my screams became muffled and my strength isn't enough to fight back, is it a man? Why is he so goddamn strong?

I step on his shoes, and he doesn't budge, his grips gets tighter as he shoves me against the wall, a grunt in a husky voice comes out, but it doesn't sound like a man. But It doesn't fucking matter when i feel my arms getting tucked against my back at his strong grip, the side of my cheek mets the wall, which makes me able to get a side glance at the man which… man. Oh fuck, it's not a man, you've seen this face before, in fact, fucking hours ago.

“Stay quiet for me, okay cupcake?”

Tears start to fill your eyes.

Your mumbles are Inaudible by the strong grip in your jaw, your breathing becomes quicker as anxiety clouds your mind. Her knee pushes inches further up, making you stand on your tiptoes for balance, you tighten your thighs around her leg tightly, searching for some assistance in standing.

“Well, I said I tried it that way, didn't i?” - her husky voice reaches your ears, her hot breath tickles your neck, her face just centimeters away.

You hum, and groan against her hand, but nothing makes it fold, only the tears in your eyes communicating your emotions. She arches a brow at the sight, and sighs in annoyance.

“If you scream, you won't like what I'll do after.” - she threatens, slowly taking away her grasp on your mouth, only your quick and shaky exhales making a way out of your lips.

She brings her thumb up, brushing tears out of your face, even with her calloused fingertips, the act seems genuine.

“V-Vi… why are you-”

“Can you save it for later? I'm not in the mood to answer your questions right now.” - she barked, wrapping an arm around your waist, lifting you up around her shoulder in a smooth motion, making you gasp in surprise.

“Vi, please! Let's talk,” - I mumble, my voice trembling as she makes her way into my house, moving in a way like she was familiar with the layout and rooms.

She dropped me into the soft material of my bed, even with the aggressiveness, she put her hand behind my head as she laid me down. Her fingers brush my shirt collar, before pausing, resting each hand at the sides of my face, looking down on me. Her breathing was heavy, like she was craving with anticipation. But she closes her eyes, frustration showing in her face.

“What were you gonna say?” - her voice is low and breathy, as she stares at my eyes waiting for an answer.

“... I thought about us.”

She rolls her eyes, with a sarcastic chuckle. - “Oh, did you now?”

My eyebrows furrow, my tone becoming serious and steady, i grasp her wrist.

“Yes. Vi, i did.”

Her grin is gone, only annoyance in her expression, huffing in indignation.

“Don't look at me like that. Please. Let 's talk.”

“I'm listening.”

A tense silence fills the air, as I try to form my words in my mind.

“Look, just listen, okay? Don't cut me off.” - she narrowed her eyes, giving one a small nod in agreement. I exhale in a shaky breath.

“I don't know how I exactly feel. I've never been with anyone. Not men, not women. And truly, I don't remember the last time I tried to figure it out.”

I hesitate, my gaze facing away from her's, embarrassment and nervousness getting in my system.

“When I was with you, I didn't know if I was thinking of it wrong, because I thought it was just a ‘friend’ thing, and I didn't wanna mess up. But I've been thinking and…”

I reach Vi’s gaze, her eyes are soft now, vulnerable, once again, hope showing in her face, or maybe excitement? Fuck, im confused too myself, her eyes always trap me, and her lips, the little scar on her top one, and another one on her eyebrow. Fuck, i could stare, and admire her features forever.

“I wanna try, and, besides that. i really, kinda fucking want you…?”

Hesitation is in my voice, fear and anxiety shows in my actions. I even avoid looking at her as I say this, cringing at my own words, but her reaction surprised me too, well, some of it.

“I hope you noticed by, now, or else you're really fucking slow.” - she chuckles, rubbing her temples with her index and thumb, before continuing.

“It has been… years. But when I truly started feeling these things for you, was 536 days ago. Fuck, you made me so… fucking obsessed.” - her voice is hoarse, low, and tentative, provocative, full of desire.

“And when i saw with someone else, didn't matter who, i just wanted to shoot their fucking brains out… when i saw you with Ekko, even though i know it wasn't like that, i was fucking fuming, wishing that was me.”

“I have been stealing your things, yes. Just to have some sort of your trace. Your smell. Your digits. Just a single part of you. Hoping that after i gain you over, i could return these one day as a proof for love, even if it's sick in the mind. I just fucking need you. Please, I need to taste you so bad.” - her hands rub the point of my ear, her knee makes a way into between my legs softly.

“And yes, dickhead, I know you're a virgin.” - she brings her face close, which almost makes me gasp, thinking she was going for a kiss, but she simply brings her lips close to my neck, and whispers. - “I'll be gentle, let me take care of you, baby.”

Her possessive touch was sickening, in a good way, It left you only seeking more, more of her fingers and touch. Her hand slides onto your waist, and the other to your neck, as she left wet kisses, going from your jaw and going to your neck and collarbone, before lifting her face, and glance up to your eyes, thumb brushed softly against the skin of your neck, and her eyes waited for consent. You quietly nod, as you stare at her beautiful, powder blue eyes.

She unbuttons your shirt, your black bra being revealed, as you help her by pulling your sleeves yourself, and she throws the shirt into the ground, she pushes you back into the bed, checking you out with eyes that screams desire, her gaze traveling down to your lips and chest. Her face goes down once again, kissing and teasing your body with her tongue, you gasp, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in your neck, looking down, seeing Vi back down at the skin she just left a hickey on.

Your hand reaches her hair, your fingers brushing through it, she smirks as she continues. Her kisses going down, and down, her hands on your hips, she slides your pants off, leaving you exposed in your panties and bra, she gasps as she takes in the sight. She kisses the edge of your panties, the new feeling makes you squirm, not used to the kind of touch.

“V-Vi, what about you…?”

“shhh, just relax, it's your day, so sit and enjoy… and tell me if you want to stop.”

She pushes at the edges of your panties with her thumb, exposing your pussy to her, she seems amused with the view, as she kisses above your clit, making a wet trail, before finally dive in, kissing and sucking on your clit, making your muscles tense up, and tremble in overstimulation. She holds you down by your hips, as she continues to twirl her tongue in circles on your clit, making you whimper and gasp for air. She edges you enough to desperately wish she'd just head in, and start working more below. “P-please, Vi…” you begged, the words coming from your mouth making her touch and words the more all possessive.

Suddenly, her hands grasps your inner thighs, forcing you open, as she reaches to suck in between your folds, her nose just in the perfect spot to overstimulate your clit as she eats you out, her tongue doing various forms of motions, as she takes note of which and what ones makes you fold the best, grabbing it all and combining altogether, making you roll your eyes as you moan her name. Your hands caresses her hair, her hot breath against your pussy making you fucking crazy, as you feel the vibration of her voice as she hums in pleasure as she tastes your juices.

Just as you were feeling close, the pleasure doing wonders to your brain, she stops, making you whine as you're left on edge. You catch a glimpse of her smirk, licking her lips as she swallows your juices, and she cleans the rest of the wet mess on her mouth with the back of her hand. She positions herself in between your legs, her hands at the back of your knees as she gently stretches you enough to fit herself, one of her hands trace your lower stomach, making its way to your clit, starting making circle motions.

“Sorry, but I just want to see how you look when you cum…” - she smirks, as she reaches for your cheek and leaves kisses against your face, you whimper and whine in desire and pleasure.

Without warning, her lips make their way into yours, your lips parting in shock, she invades your mouth with her tongue, and guiding yours as she makes you taste a little bit of yourself, she bites you lower lip in a provocative motion, turning the process all the more passionate. Her middle finger slowly makes her way into you completely, making you throw your head back as you roll your eyes, the pain being light but the pleasure being much bigger.

“You're so beautiful, do you know that, baby?” - her praises makes you fold, goosebumps reaching all of your body, her words of praise, possessive, jealousy and desire, makes you go fucking insane.

“I want to make you mine, just mine, cupcake…” - she mutters against your neck, her breathing heavy and her voice low.

She gently slides another finger in, curling the both in the perfect motion, just to make you cum. You whimper and moan, grasping Vi’s arm as you fully release, your whole body warm and shaking with heat and pleasure.

Vi copies your breathing, as she brushes a strand of hair off your face behind your ears, resting her hand on your cheek as she kisses your lips one more time.

“You don't know how much I've dreamed about this, love…”

You catch your breath, your eyes searching for comfort in Vi’s, and she gives you even more than that. Your arms wrap around her neck, pushing her down with me with a chuckle.

“How are you so good at this?” - you ask, provoking her, as you brush your thumb at the back of her ear.

“Unfortunately, with other people…” - she smiles, as she slides an arm under your waist, grabbing you into her lap, which makes you chuckle in surprise. - “so… does that mean I'm your first?” - she hesitated, a hint of happiness on her face.

“Well yeah… if you want to make a badge for it you can,” - i playfully joke, she also laughs softly along.

“Right now… I just need you, baby.”

#vi x reader #arcane headcanon #arcane fluff #vi x you #arcane vi x reader #vi fanfic #vi angst #vi fluff #vi arcane #vi smut

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shattered-twilight · 6 months ago

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Lyra Catalina Kane Headcanons!

Her favourite romcom is 10 things I hate about you.

Speak now girlie. She has the album in red.

Her first dream job was being a ballerina.

Wasn’t a fan of music until she remembered how her dad died. She isn’t really a fan of music now, she just likes drowning out reality.

Hates being in photos and videos for no reason. Loves taking photos, however.

First to hit the dance floor when the music was just right. Well, she used to.

Has a tumblr blog based on fashion, beauty, ballet, things from her childhood, fan fiction, short stories and romance media. Her account has been inactive for years, but she doesn’t have the heart to delete it. Followers and mutual alike sometimes wonder whether or not she died.

Rip Lyra you would have loved the term romantasy

Would always dedicate time before going to sleep to acting out scenes in her mother’s books.

Had an obsession with flowers. Like she loved arranging flowers into bouquets and flower crowns and knew the meaning behind all of them.

Also had an obsession with astrology and horoscopes. She’s a Pisces.

Personality quizzes girlie.

Her guilty pleasure is girlsgogames games. She loved romance academy heartbeat of love.

She wrote poetry but she never thought that she was ever good at it. Her bedroom walls are filled with words she’ll never say in invisible ink.

Is aesthetics-focused. She likes it when things are pretty and she used to go out of her way to make sure they were (she had a Pinterest worthy bedroom, the cutest notes, etc).

Used to wear fandom t-shirts underneath jackets and hoodies.

Has some skill in cooking because she’d always try to make something for Christmas dinner with her family.

She’s in workout gear with an oversized hoodie or jacket or in pjs.

She used to have braces.

She was an early/advanced reader

Loves cupcakes

She made sport her whole personality when she was seven and when she was 12 her whole personality was being a romantic. She defines herself through her actions and interests, and not much else.

Her and her stepdad (Keith) would go ice skating every winter. Her mum would stay home because it was too cold and she hated the ice. Lyra kind of sucks at ice skating, but Keith could participate in the Olympics and get a gold medal but he was always patient with her. It’s one of her fondest memories of her father.

Her and Keith are very competitive at board games.

Keith worked his little girl to the bone when it came to soccer. It caused some tension when Lyra was younger because she was angry that the standards were higher for her than anyone else. Whenever they lost, he’d point out ways she could improve and Lyra felt like the loss was her fault because he had the highest expectations of her and she couldn’t live up to them. They had a talk and they’ve found a middle ground but it did solidify Lyra’s competitiveness and perfectionism in her early teens.

Lyra had a small group of friends in high school, and a bunch of acquaintances, but after her memories resurfaced she slowly withdrew to keeping herself in the library.

Lyra was a good student and graduated in the top 10 of her year level.

Habitual daydreamer. Has based so many creative assignments and short stories off of the dreamy men and creepy monsters she envisioned as a kid.

Has the sensible daughter, wacky mum dynamic with her mum. Except she’s just a quieter version of her mum (this was before the trauma).

Both of them always plan on going to every Disneyland in existence, but they never do.

She loves driving her brother places and buying him stuff. Her parents always scold her for spoiling him.

Lyra job hopped a lot as a teen, she’d do a job for a few months and then quit to work at a different one, trying to find something that would make her happy.

Has really bad posture that only got worse after the trauma hit. She does remember to correct herself when she wants to put on a ‘strong’ image

Had a music box filled with jewellery that she kicked to pieces after having a nightmare related to her dad, which left a scar on her feet.

Disassociates a lot. She hates it when she runs and she is just so out of it that she can’t feel pain.

Developed a habit of ripping hair out of her head.

Her reactions around her family can be childish. Keith is so happy that she’s still his little girl, but her mum’s a bit worried that her emotional maturity has decreased.

#if only she was written better #that's what fandom's for ig #but we cannot be the ones doing all the work #authors need to help us out here #the inheritance games #tig #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #tig series #tig headcanons #lyra catalina kane #lyra kane

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itshirohi · 2 months ago

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just wanted to say that i really love your art a lot! i think it's super cute and charming, and honestly AI could never. whoever said otherwise is on some bullshit

SDHFGD thank you SO much <3

Honestly I feel much better today than I did earlier. Insomnia be kicking my ass these days and making my brain feel a little wacky, so I may have overreacted there a bit.

Tumblr still remains the best place for me (personally) when it comes to sharing my art and I really appreciate all the kind words and support I've been getting. I shouldn't let a small bad thing get to me and ruin my overall mood.

I'll get back to ya with more new art soon :)

#hiro's rambles #sidenote: i am slowly getting through my derpy asks #these are all so fun I want to put effort into each and every one of them #which might take me a little bit of time so dont worry if i get back to ya a little late!#another sidenote: finally deleted everything off my instagram and i have never felt more free ✨

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cloverchameleon · 17 days ago

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It Has to be Perfect! Sonic Big Bang 2025!

This year I participated in a Sonic the Hedgehog Big Bang event via @sthbigbang as a fic writer. This will be my first time posting a fic to tumblr, so that'll be interesting. As part of this event, I collaborated with a few artists who've drawn some amazing pieces for this story!

@thekeerok [art link]

@chiaraeliz [art link]

@pyriteparasite [art link]

Beta read by @harthic

It Has to be Perfect! Pairing: Tangle/Whisper (IDW comics) Length: 7,141 words, oneshot Rating: G Summary: Tangle is a lemur on a mission. A mission to create one grand, absolutely perfect, peak romance date for her girlfriend, Whisper. But with so many wacky characters around, something is bound to go a little sideways - okay, maybe a lot of somethings. But she can salvage this! ...right?

[SPOILER WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE IDW SONIC COMICS UP TO ISSUE #75, INCLUDING THE TANGLE & WHISPER MINISERIES]

Jewel the Beetle flits comfortably through the familiar streets of Spiral Hill Village on a beautiful, quiet day. Every day in Spiral Hill tends to be very quiet – with a few very notable and extreme exceptions. It’s part of what she always liked about it, having as nervous of a temperament as she does; the slow, monotonous day to day of such a place, even from more of a leadership position, was always a cozy, manageable level of stress. And when anxiety makes a few misappropriated agates feel like the world crashing down, this place really did feel like the most she would ever be able to handle. It’s a little strange to be back here now, after everything she’d gotten wrapped up in and the genuine world-crashing stakes she’s had to lead people through. But just as much as this place has a comforting pillow-fort security to it to her, she knows one girl who finds that kind of peace and quiet stifling to the point of madness. In fact, that’s why she’s on a mission here now. It’s because she knows that Tangle the Lemur was coming home for a little while between adventures – and that if she hasn’t heard back from her, whining about being bored or cooking up some new thing to chase down, she may well have gotten caught up in another incident in this town’s sudden increase in incidents per year.

Jewel flies up to the door of Tangle’s home and gives it a nervous little knock.

“…maybe she’s not h-“

The door slams open. “HELLO?”

Tangle is wide-eyed, restless, disheveled. That sort of post all-nighter so-tired-it-looped-back-around-to-hyper jittery. “Oh, hey Jewel! I’m kinda busy – is everything okay?”

Jewel is taken aback – and not just the distance she had to get aback to dodge the door.

“I’m… fine. Are you?”

“I’m great – I’m so good! Oh! You like planning stuff! Come here, you’ll love this!”

“AAH!”

Tangle pulls Jewel along like a startled balloon into the house, excitedly rambling “I’ve been working on this for ages, but I’ve finally got every detail ironed out – it’s a foolproof plan, Jewel! Every possibility accounted for!”

“You… planned something?”

“Yeah!”

“In detail?”

“All the detail!! That’s why I wanna show you, you’re the most enthusiastic planner I know, I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of… this?”

Tangle trails off looking back at Jewel. Jewel in the meantime has snagged an umbrella and tearfully holds it overhead, ready to bash.

“Alright, shapeshifter – where’s the real Tangle?”

Tangle looks unimpressed. She plucks the umbrella away with her tail.

“I’m not a shapeshifter, I’m planning a date for Whisper. Do you want to see my cool plans or not?”

Jewel looks skeptical.

Tangle sighs. “When we were 9 you submitted an anonymous tip to the town newspaper to complain about the font choice for the new street signs and got embarrassed because everyone knew it was you.”

“It wasn’t a good font… Okay, fine, I believe you’re you. But can you blame me? I’ve never known you to plan anything in high detail. Do you usually do this for dates?”

“Only when it really matters.” Tangle flings the umbrella to go crash into some other part of the room that can be a later problem. She opens a door and triumphantly bounces in. “Check it, Jewel!”

Jewel’s eyes widen taking in the scene.

“Oh… oh my.”

“BAM!” Tangle throws her arms open wide, slapping the wall where she’s set out a conspiracy board of sorts – pictures, notes, printed reviews and menus, a big world map festooned with little doodles and pins – even bits of red string that don’t seem to be actually connecting ideas to each other. Simply there because boards have red string.

“I’ve been working on it all week! Ha-HAH! It’s gonna be GREAT!!” She grins and bounces in place. “I’ve been reading a ton of articles about all the most romantic places and things in the world – I’ve become a whole romance-ologist!”

“I don’t think that’s a word.”

Jewel’s quiet objection is completely bowled over by Tangle cartwheeling to the far end of the chart and carrying on. “But I hear ya, Jewel – ‘Tangle, these are all over the place! There’s no way you can do them all in one date!’ WRONG! Cause Tails gave me this!”

She whips out a small, yellow-orange remote control, with a zig-zaggy antenna with a ball on the end, a little keyboard and screen, and a tiny little fox nose and whiskers decal on it.

“This bad boy’ll let me put in the coordinates of anywhere on the planet and zip-zap-zop, there we are!! He said – he said, uh – that’s it! He said:

‘That multi-portal Eggman and I built with Starline’s weird tech got me thinking. We have friends all over the world – Sonic’s fast, but even he gets tired running back and forth across the whole ocean when someone needs him – and that doesn’t help the rest of us get there to help too! I can only make the Tornado so fast before it’s too dangerous for passengers. So I’ve been reverse engineering the blah blah blah tech talk, satellites or something, I dunno – to make the MOVE System! All my tests have been going great, it’s safe to use, it just needs a stress test to see how much use it can take! And I can’t think of anyone better to stress it out than you.’

“So he gave me the remote, showed me how to use it, and bada-bing bada-boom, IDEA!” she slaps the chart again, “OPERATION KISS THE GIRL!”

Jewel reels – as she often does when trying to keep up with Tangle – and looks at all the pinned stops. “Put in… coordinates? Tangle, doesn’t that mean you need to know the exact latitude and longitude of every place on this list? There’s no way you can memorize all-“

“I WAS UP ALL NIGHT MEMORIZING ALL OF THEM!” she pumps her arms triumphantly. She turns and starts pointing at places, listing off coordinate codes at top Tangle speed until Jewel puts a hand over her mouth.

“Sweetie, don’t you think this is all a bit… much? This is far too much pressure to put on yourself for one date.”

“No it’s not.”

Jewel jumps at her sudden serious tone.

“Whisper trusts me. I know you don’t know her like I do, but that’s a big deal. She deserves better – she deserves everything.” Tangle wrings the hem of her shirt. “She deserves this much effort and so much more, and I’m gonna give it all to her. I’ll make sure she doesn’t regret it.”

“Regret it? Tangle…”

Jewel is cut off this time by a loud beeping. Tangle shoves back the edge of her glove to reveal a little watch and turns off its alarm.

“THAT’S TIME!! I gotta go pick up my girlfriend! Bye Jewel, see ya later, stay safe, byeeeee!!!”

She speeds off, sending papers flying off her chart in the slipstream. Jewel reaches for her helplessly. Worried.

Whisper the Wolf meanders peacefully through Spiral Hill Village. It’s a much more pleasant place to visit when you’re not in a high stakes game of cat and mouse with a murderous traitor or… something. Yeah, much nicer without something like that hanging over one’s head. It’s hard to imagine someone like Tangle coming from such a calm place. Or maybe it makes sense that an adventurous spirit would get that hyper with so few adventures in arm or tail’s reach. At the very least, it makes sense that such a sleepy town tasked with raising a Tangle would be as ready to brace and dodge that swinging, flipping, bouncing ball of energy as the way Whisper watches them respond to her running up the street toward her.

“HIIII WHISPER!” Tangle calls, waving enthusiastically. She dives at Whisper, who just as readily braces herself to let Tangle swing her momentum out – revolving around her before wrapping back into a hug.

“You seem extra excited… something to do with that surprise you promised me?” Whisper’s soft, quiet voice teases.

Tangle grabs onto Whisper’s shoulders to lean back and squeal. “Yes yes yes it is! Cause I have this!” She whips out the little remote.

Whisper shifts her mask to eye it curiously. “…what is it?”

“This, my fair lady, is the very first remote for the – the, uh – the-“ she squints at the label maker sticker on the back, “Mobility Over Variable Energies… system.”

They both stare at the cartoony device.

“You know, I think he comes up with a good acronym first and then picks whatever words he can make fit it.” Tangle says.

“It also has two-way radio, so maybe watch what buttons you’re pressing before you start making comments.” The device crackles back.

Tangle grimaces. “Sorry, Tails – thank you, Tails.” She releases the microphone button. “A-anyway. As I was saying – I have big plans for us today, Whisper! First stop, Apotos!!”

Whisper tilts her head. “Apotos? If this is going to be a whole trip, I could use a little more time to prepare…”

“Why Whisper, my dear, who needs to take a whole long, expensive trip like that when we can have a one-day Apotos vacation at the push of a button?”

Tangle types. And types. “…at the push of several buttons HEY there we GO!”

She points the remote at an empty space nearby and confirms her coordinates in the system. Almost instantly, space wibbles and warps, ripples spreading out like a pebble dropped in a pond. A whirling, light orange portal sits in front of them. Tangle gives a little bow and holds her arm out to Whisper with a wink.

“Shall we depart, miss?”

Whisper breathes out a tiny laugh and takes her arm. Together, they step through the whirling light. Back at Spiral Hill, the portal closes quickly behind them.

The two of them are hit with a sensation not unlike missing a step on a staircase. A disoriented lurch and the sensation of falling toward very close ground. They support each other as they catch their footing on the other side of a rippling orange circle that’s waved to life just above pale cobblestone paths.

The duo step, blinking against the brighter light, out into a breezy Apotos morning. The sunlight bounces off the white buildings, making them look almost luminous. Seabirds drift lazily on the ocean breeze coming off the perfectly blue water rolling invitingly a little ways off. Whisper approaches the wall of the raised walkway they’re on and leans on it to look out over the water.

“It’s beautiful…”

“Yeah…” Tangle smiles toward her. “Y-yeah! Top ten vacation spot!”

Whisper looks at her curiously.

“S-so I hear – always wanted to visit, so hey, why not, y’know? But uh, yeah, I figure we could…” she does a little circling motion with her finger, “…walk around a bit? Take in the sights, maybe, uh – hey!”

Tangle hops around her, guiding her gaze over toward an ice cream stand opening up for the day.

“Maybe some ice cream for the walk? I’m pretty sure it’s like 8am here, but hey, it was afternoon back home, and clearly no one ever told this guy ice cream isn’t a breakfast food – so that works out for us!”

Whisper snickers. “Sure, ice cream sounds nice.”

And so they stroll together down the alabaster streets of the island, hand-in-hand. It’s certainly a far cry from Spiral Hill – but even the beaches back home have a very different atmosphere to them. There’s simply something in the way the breeze rolls off the ocean here that feels warm and serene compared to their coast’s playfulness. Tangle steals a look over at Whisper. She looks happy. Curious and relaxed, taking in the sights in a way that doesn’t feel tactical this time. Tangle can’t help but smile. She’s doing it! She’s going to get a good grade in girlfriending! A very normal thing to think!!

Just as they get close enough to the ice cream booth to read the menu, they see the truly decadent cone the vendor is assembling in a little stand and wonder at the balancing act of it all – chocolate and vanilla scoops dotted with chunks of chocolate, multiple fruits both chocolate-dipped and plain around the edge, pocky and an extra wedge of waffle cone in it for good measure – confidently slid across to the edge of the counter at its completion. A work of art to be sure. Although there’s no sign of any customer waiting to eat it before it melts. Before an eager-looking Tangle can volunteer on their behalf, they both jump – battle-ready, alert – at the blur that shoots by and sets the stand spinning in a clattering circle. Robbed of its pride and joy.

Sonic leans against the corner of the booth and looks over the frosty treat. He gives an appreciative whistle.

“This might be your best one yet! Take a look at that!” he shares a friendly, familiar smile with the shopkeeper before plucking a chocolate-dipped strawberry off to pop into his mouth.

“Only the best for my best customer! And how about you ladies? You look like you could use a scoop or two. What can I get you?”

Sonic follows his eyes to them and waves.

“Well, hey there! Fancy seeing you two here!”

“HI SONIC!” Tangle waves back.

“Hello!” Whisper puts her hand up.

“Friends of yours, I take it?” the vendor asks him.

“Oh yeah, you know me. Mr. Popular over here. I’m guessing they’re here to try the best ice cream in the world – is that right, girls?”

Tangle’s eyes sparkle. “The best in the world? Really?”

“Oh yeah! If you’re looking for recommendations, you’ve got to try the Sundae Supreme,” he waggles the impressive cone, “they come with a hefty seal of approval.”

“A favorite of yours? It doesn’t seem like your usual fare.” Whisper teases.

“Hah, not quite. But a close friend loved them. I come by to get them – for him, you know? And they’re great every time!”

Whisper nods solemnly.

Tangle gulps. The atmosphere is taking a turn for the sad – gotta get this train back on the track!

“SO! If they’re that good, we’ll take two!” She calls, a bit too loudly, to the vendor.

He matches her energy with an equally loud and enthusiastic “Two Sundae Supremes for the lovely ladies, coming right up!”

Tangle taps her foot anxiously, watching Whisper and Sonic continue to chat. They lean on the wall lining the walkway and look out over the water, talking about the scenery here. What if they talk more about this whole memorial ceremony he’s doing – it’s not that she doesn’t care about his loss, that sucks, she’d love to talk about it another time for sure! But what if they start talking about it, and Whisper starts thinking too much about her old friends, and everything she’s done for their memories, and then she gets sad, and she doesn’t want to keep doing this date! And then when she thinks about dates with Tangle she thinks about being miserable in such a pretty place and she doesn’t want to go on any more dates at all, and then she doesn’t want to be her girlfriend at all, and breakups are so awkward, so she stops wanting to see her anywhere, and she leaves, and it’s all her fault, and-

Tangle’s anxious, tapping, spiraling mess of thoughts are interrupted by a loud crash that shakes the walkway. She runs up to the wall and looks down with the others. A submarine of some sort has emerged from the water and started spitting out badniks that are already beginning to attack the outskirts of town.

“Tch, can’t even take one morning off, huh? Alright.” Sonic scarfs down the ice cream cone. “If that’s how Eggman wants to – ahhh ah-ah-ah, brain freeze!”

Whisper points the ice cream vendor toward the buildings. “Go. Get somewhere safe.”

“Good call, Whisper. Ah, geeze, gotta stop eating cold stuff that fast! Alright!” He steps up onto the wall and does a couple stretches in place, “Change of plans! Let’s scramble some eggs, and then ice cream’s on me!”

Whisper nods and draws her wispon.

“WAAAAIIIIT!”

They both stop. They turn, utterly confused, to Tangle.

“Hi, yeah, sorry – actually, Sonic, do you mind if we… maybe dip? We’re uh – we’re sort of on a date? Right now?”

Sonic blinks. “Oh.” He looks between them. “Oh – OH! Yeah, of course! Go, go, have fun! There’s barely any bots here, I can handle this solo no problem – you two go get your romance on! Sorry, Tangle!”

“No problem! We’re just gonna – yeah! We’re just gonna head out!”

She hooks Whisper’s arm and types a new code onto the remote, quickly popping up a new portal.

“Ooh, fresh Tails tech?”

“Yeah!”

“Nice. Alright, you kids have fun now. I’ll catch ya later!” Sonic gives them a little salute and hops off the wall.

“Come on, he’s got this. And we’ve got plans!” Tangle encourages Whisper. She sighs and begrudgingly puts her wispon away.

“Okay… where did you have in mind?”

They step through to a bustling city center, alive with chatter and cars – a sharp contrast to the slow, relaxed Apatos coast.

“Tah-dah!” Tangle trumpets at a crosswalk. “Oh. Wait-“ she takes Whisper’s shoulders and rotates both of them. “-tah-dah!”

They stand in front of a neon wonder – a world of flashing lights and dinging, singing machinery known as Secret Zone Games.

“Come on! I bet I can win more tickets than you!” Tangle teases.

Whisper snickers and nods. “You’re on.”

They pick through the digital playground, caught up in mostly friendly competition. Rolling skee-balls, mashing buttons, trying to pick the next nearest game they each think they’ll have the advantage in when they start slipping behind.

“I don’t remember Super Monkey Ball being that hard!” Tangle groans.

Whisper shrugs. “Never played it before.”

“What!? But you totally kicked my tail!!”

“Hm. Skill issue.”

“Ah! AH! Skill issue?? Oh, those are fighting words – that’s it. No more missus nice lemur – let’s cut the kiddie stuff and go where the real warriors test their skills, then we’ll see who has a skill issue!”

“And where would that be?”

“The rhythm games. Sure, you’ve revolutioned, but can you dance, dance?”

“I don’t think revolutioned is a word.”

“She’s dodging the question!” Tangle declares to an imaginary jury, “Sounds like someone’s scared to get shown up!”

Whisper grins. “You’re on.”

“Then let’s go, let’s settle this – all or nothin!”

Racing to the next section of games, they round the corner to an unexpected sight.

“Shadow?” Tangle asks.

Sure enough, the ultimate lifeform stands with his arms crossed next to a large claw machine full of adorable, multi-colored plush chao. And standing at the controls is a little cream-colored rabbit girl with her tongue out in intense concentration. She carefully lines up the claw and pushes the button to lower it into a plushy pile. As the claw makes contact with a doll, she starts aggressively mashing the button – but the doll slips right out of the claw’s loose grip and back into the pile.

“Dang it!” she huffs.

“Why are you hitting the button like that?” Shadow asks her incredulously.

“The internet says it helps.”

Shadow sneers. “Don’t just believe everything you read on the internet, Cream. It’s full of fools and liars.”

“And recipes.”

“Fine, fools, liars, and sometimes recipes.”

Tangle lands on top of the claw machine without warning.

“Hi Shadow! Hi Cream! I didn’t expect to see the two of you here – together, no less! How’d that happen?”

“Hi, Miss Tangle!” Cream waves.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Vanilla called in a favor. And lucky for her, I had nothing better to do today with Rouge taking Omega for maintenance.”

“Mister Shadow babysits me when Mom and Gemerl are busy!”

Tangle grins down at the kid. “Awww, isn’t that sweet! I knew you were a big ol softie, ya ol’ sharp, dark, and broody.”

Shadow snarls up at her. “Aren’t you busy right now?” he demands, gesturing back at Whisper. Her and Cream wave at each other.

“Ah!! You’re right, you’re right – sorry, Whisper! Have fun, Cream! See you around, Shadow!” She flips off of the claw machine.

“Not if I can help it.” Shadow grumbles at her back as she links arms with Whisper and they run off together. And so he turns his attention back to his charge – who is currently counting out her game tokens to see how many more chances she gets to win that chao doll.

“Don’t you want to try a different game?” he asks her, “It may be time to give up on this one.”

“Sonic says you can accomplish anything as long as you don’t give up. So I’m not gonna give up on this toy! I’m gonna win!”

“Tch, what does that guy know? The only thing he can actually outrun is his own sense of reason.”

“So… it doesn’t matter if I try my hardest, I still can’t win?”

“Someti-“ Shadow catches himself. And he catches those big, sad eyes – looking up to him, begging him to tell her the world can be fair. He can’t take it.

“…give it one more try, and then I see something I want to play.”

“Wow, really? Okay! One more try!”

Shadow leans against the machine with a huff while the little girl hypes herself up and inserts her tokens. He checks the coast is clear. And seeing no one looking their way, he presses a hand to the side of the machine. Just a bit more power to the claw. Make sure it holds onto the doll, make sure it carries it by whatever part of the damn thing it touches clear to the chute and into her eager little arms. He whispers to himself, buried under the hyperactive calls of a hundred games that couldn’t take her attention from her dreams.

“Chaos… control.”

Tangle and Whisper watch the commotion from the established perimeter. Whisper watches the action curiously. Tangle gapes in disbelief.

“What… do you mean… it caught fire!? Where?? How!?”

Whisper shrugs. “A lot of machines. Maybe the wiring couldn’t handle it.”

“It’s an arcade!!”

“Was an arcade.”

“It’s still an arcade, it’s just a slightly more on fire arcade!” Tangle looks around at the utter chaos. “Oh – HEY! CREAM, SHADOW – THAT WAS CRAZY, RIGHT??”

Shadow is carrying Cream on his back, and she looks absolutely shocked.

“It was the claw machine,” she tells them quietly, “I almost got my doll and the whole thing sparked green and started melting. How did that happen – did I do that?”

Shadow clears his throat uncomfortably. “It chose death rather than allow you victory over it. A coward’s way out.”

“Coward.” Cream parrots. Whisper nods.

“Yeesh, well that sucks.” Tangle rubs her neck with a grimace. “Guess that’s a sour note on both our days out, huh?”

Cream perks up. “Shadow says we’re gonna go to the toy store and I can pick out any doll I want!”

“She earned her victory square, I’ll not let her go home empty-handed.” He looks at Tangle smirking at him. “…stop that.”

“And in exchange, I don’t tell Momma we burned an arcade down!”

“IT’S NOT BURNED DOWN, IT’S JUST A LITTLE MORE ON FIRE.” Shadow and Tangle both exclaim.

Tangle puts her hands up before Shadow can glare at her any harder. “Okay, okay – well you two have fun with that! Whisper and I also have a backup plan~!”

“We do?”

“Yes indeed we do – I think we need more fun and games a lot closer to a source of water, don’t you?” She punches some numbers into her remote. “All aboard the romance train! Next stop, Emerald Coast! WHOO-WHOO!”

Tangle dances through the portal backwards, keeping an eye on Whisper, who gives her a little smile and a little, reserved arm waggling in return on their way through.

The air immediately smells and feels a world apart from the city. Now it’s heavy with the smells of fried foods and sweet treats galore, carried on a fresh saltwater breeze, and music and chatter carry across it more freely in the more open space.

“Tah-dah! There’s a carnival in town today! Come on, let’s play a couple more games and get that arcade energy out of us!”

“And then we can get some of those delicious-smelling snacks, right?”

“Well, if you insist.”

Whisper gives a little giggle, taking Tangle’s arm again. It’s perfect, she’ll win ring toss, or that milk bottle game, or both! And then she can give Whisper the prize from those and impress her! And if Whisper wants, she’d be a shoe-in for those shooting games these things always have, being a sniper and all, so she can also have a chance to show off and be so cool and pretty and – and then! She knows exactly what time they need to get on that big, beautiful ferris wheel in a few hours so they’ll be up at the top when the sun’s setting into the water, and it’ll be gorgeous and romantic and maybe they’ll even kiss and-

“Actually,” Whisper leans through Tangle’s thought bubble, “I’m kind of hungry. How about we get some food now and eat it by the beach? We can play afterwards.”

“Oh! Yeah! Yeah!!” Tangle pivots away from the game alley. “Yeah, let’s eat first! The beach looks great right now too, that’s a great idea!”

So they instead follow the siren call of unholy amounts of breaded and fried food. Soon they’re making their way down the pier, balancing their greasy treasures. In one hand Whisper holds the stick of a silly sort of corndog with a second, mini corndog jabbed on under it to make a little exclamation point - in the other, a tray of fresh, hot onion rings. Tangle pants, trying to not burn her mouth on the ring sacrificed to make room for little paper cups of ketchup and mustard, her own hands occupied with a truly staggering concoction that might have once been considered tater tots, but has since been drowned beyond recognition in shredded meat, hot peppers, and Gaia knows what else hiding under all that cheese sauce – and an enormous lemonade. With two straws, naturally. The couple finds a nice spot along the edge of the walkway and sit down, dangling their legs out over the idyllic blue water. They watch the birds sweep easy arches toward the sea and back up into the sky while they eat.

It's a comfortable sort of quiet. Peaceful. The kind of moment neither of them had known in a long time, if ever, before they found each other. Whisper’s not very talkative anyway, but since losing the original Diamond Cutters, she’s grown used to long stretches of quiet. But that’s a hollow kind of quiet. The kind that feels heavy from what is supposed to be filling it but can’t anymore. Hours, days, weeks left alone with just her thoughts and replays of better times to keep her company. It grew comfortable in the same way being cold for too long makes you start to feel warm. And then there was Tangle. A loud, relentlessly chatty, energetic summer’s day. Thawing out hurt. But now that she’s been warm again, a cool breeze – a moment of close quiet like this – feels good.

Heaven help Tangle if she’s ever been able to let a room stay quiet for more than a minute in her life. Spiral Hill is great, she loves her home, but it’s always been so boriiiiiiing! Just sitting there like a blank canvas begging for a splash of paint to liven it up! For years Tangle’s been the only one holding a paintbrush, bouncing off every wall, filling the sleepy quiet with any adventure she could scrape together from misplaced tools and lone stray badniks. And then she met the Sonic – and because of him, she met Whisper! And sure she was quiet too, but she had all these adventures, and cool battle skills, and a mysterious past! And a painful past. And a good reason to want to stay small and quiet. And Tangle felt so, so guilty for… for a lot of things she messed up with her. And now she kind of got it. How sometimes, it’s just nice to enjoy a moment of quiet for a bit and know it doesn’t need to be filled with noise right now. Because that moment of peace and quiet made a pretty wolf trying to find the mustard stuck on her fur look that unguarded.

But a quiet moment is just that: a moment. Tangle has too much planned to spend the rest of the day sitting on some wood staring at the water – totally just at the water, that’s all she was staring at! She pops back up to her feet.

“Alright! That was delicious, buuuut! I believe we have a date with some games, don’t we?”

“Do we? That’s odd…” Whisper tilts her head.

Tangle’s tail droops. “Do… do we not?”

“It’s just,” Whisper smiles, “I could have sworn my date was with you.”

Tangle snorts. “Okay, very funny.” She reaches down to help Whisper up and bundles their collective lunch trash into a proper container. “Come on, come on, come on! Those booths are callin’ our names, I can hear them from here!”

They hold hands and stroll their way back down the pier. Tangle gestures with her tail to make up for the occupied hand.

“Sooo, how are you at hoops? These things always have a basketball thing, yeah?”

“Why Tangle, are you questioning my aim?” Whisper teases.

“No, I’m questioning your throwing arm.” Tangle teases right back.

“Those sound like fighting words.”

“Well maybe they are! So come on, let’s… rumble?”

They pause, looking around for a source for the rumbling affecting the pier, making the wooden structure shake like an earthquake.

“Move, move, move!!” someone yells.

“WHAT!?” Tangle screeches, seeing the source.

Amy Rose, hammer out, runs full tilt down the walkway while frantically shouting for everyone on it ahead of her to run back to safety. And behind her an absolutely gargantuan orca!? An orca bigger than Tangle even thought they got is crashing through the pier CHASING HER DOWN.

“Tangle! Come on!” Whisper tugs the stunned lemur’s hand, running them both toward safety. She shakes off the shock and also focuses on running. Before long she’s pulling ahead of Whisper and dragging her along at her speed. All the while behind them, Amy swings and smashes at chunks of wooden planks, intercepting them in mid-air from hitting the fleeing carnival-goers.

Once they reach the end of the pier, Tangle and Whisper turn back, with tail and wispon protecting the gathered people from debris so Amy can focus on spinning, winding up, charging up a decisive slam of her hammer into the orca, finally redirecting it away from all the people. They all wait, watching for a surprise second phase… but it seems the danger’s passed for now. Amy twirls on her heel and bounces the hammer up on her shoulder.

“Hey, girls!” she waves.

Whisper slowly lowers her wispon and awkwardly waves back. Tangle’s tail, arms, ears – everything that can droop droops, staring at the floating pile of debris that was, until very recently, the Emerald Coast boardwalk.

“Wha… that… why…” she stammers.

“Oh, that whole thing?” Amy gestures too casually at the wreckage. “Eh, it happens sometimes.”

“WHALES HAPPEN SOMETIMES!?”

“Well, actually orcas are more closely related to dolphins?” Amy taps the hammer handle thoughtfully.

“Oh sweet Gaia.”

“Is that why you were in the area?” Whisper tilts her head.

“What? Oh, no, no – I mean, it’s lucky I was! Or maybe fate? I actually had a little fortune telling booth set up over there, I was giving tarot readings.” Amy pulls a deck of unevenly stacked cards out of her pocket. “But then, you know… orca happened.”

A breeze off the water sends a particularly loose card flying out of the set and away before Amy can drop her hammer and grab it – so it’s Whisper snatching it out of the air. And holding it back out to her. She sighs in relief, more fazed by almost losing a card than being chased by a dock-destroying murder dolphin.

“Oh my goodness, thank you! They’re not really together properly, it’s so hard to gather cards in a hurry! Oh – but as they say! If a card jumps out, it’s trying to tell you something! So let’s see what card jumped at you… Ooh, The Lovers, I adore that one!” Amy looks up from the card at them. She looks like she’s about to say more, but she holds that thought. She looks between Whisper, and just behind her where Tangle is pulling on her own ears in stress.

Amy claps her hands over her mouth with a gasp. “Were you two on a date??”

“Yes, we were just about to play some games. But it, uhm…” Whisper leans to look past Amy at the destruction and the amount of the boardwalk now out of reach. “…I assume the carnival is closing early.”

“But that doesn’t mean the romance train is derailed!” Tangle bursts in, already punching new coordinates – maybe harder than is very nice to the buttons – onto the remote. “We’ve got more stops to go! CHOO CHOO! ROMANCE!” She insists, punching the activation button and opening a new portal.

“Oh! Neat, is that Tails’ newest…” Amy tries.

“DEPARTING NOW! ALL ABOARD!” Tangle calls, sliding Whisper through and following close behind. To the next stop. The next perfect date spot, the next backup of a backup of a backup plan!

Backups of backups of backups become backup-backup-backup-backups, become back-back-back-back-backups, become –

Becomes a beautiful day at the Sunset City Central Park, until Rouge and Omega come crashing through, shrubbery catching on fire from Omega’s thrusters, bag leaking jewelry with guards hot on their tail.

Becomes a cute little café and bakery in Seaside City with delicious sweets, coffee, and tea galore – until Vector crashes through the awning onto their table, Espio and Charmy close behind on some investigation or other – becomes Silver and Blaze rushing up to them, saying something about a timeline-altering event about to happen that-

“NO!!”

Tangle grabs the remote once again, by now starting to feel very warm, and smacks in some more numbers, slams the activation button again, drags Whisper through another portal to another spot where another plan can go all

Wrong. She put in the coordinates wrong. They’re on land at least, barely, popping out on a cliffside overlooking the water once again. Problem is, she has no idea where this is, she doesn’t even know which ocean she’s looking at right now. She chokes down an aggravated screech into more of an angry beep and starts trying to punch in on the remote. But the casing feels so hot, the numbers are flickering on and off the screen as she tries to type them. Finally with an anticlimactic pop, the little fox-faced remote fizzles out.

Tangle stares at it. She tries to push the buttons. It does nothing. She tries to turn it off and back on again. It does nothing. It does nothing, it does nothing, it does nothing, it

Her hands shake. Her grip threatens to crack the plastic casing – as if she could make it any less functional. Her vision gets blurry. She can’t think of anything else to do, so she spikes the remote to the ground and collapses. She curls tight in on herself, wrapping her tail around her like a cocoon.

Stupid – how could she be so stupid! All this work to try and impress Whisper, to try and do something right for her, just this one time to think ahead – to look before she leaps so she doesn’t make a mess of things – and where did it get her? Where did it get both of them!? Stranded Gaia-knows-where. And it’s all her fault. It keeps being all her own fault.

“Tangle?”

She can’t summon up an answer. Apologizing again feels so hollow. She doesn’t have an excuse for this.

Whisper, softly as her name implies, steps closer. She looks over the tight coil of fur, staggered by the intensity of it all. Her hand stutters in the air between them, wanting to reach for Tangle but… not sure if she should. Not sure how to handle this at all. She knows Tangle wears her heart on her sleeve and feels everything so fully – it’s one of the things she loves most about her. But she’s seen her unbridled joy, her righteous fury, her seemingly boundless excitement over everything. She’s even, on rare occasion, seen her slammed-brake brand of hesitation, of doubt.

She’s never known her to break like this.

So she does what Tangle would. She pushes forward, running her hand softly, hopefully comfortingly, across the tail enveloping her.

“Tangle, what’s wrong?” she tries, a little louder.

“…I broke it…” Tangle sniffles.

“No,” Whisper gently corrects, settling to the ground next to her, shoulder to tail. “I don’t mean what happened to the remote. I mean… I didn’t know how to say it earlier. You’ve been on edge all day.”

She nestles in closer and rests her cheek against Tangle’s tail.

“You’ve been so jumpy. You’re running away from fighting alongside our friends. Even if they don’t need us for these little things, that’s not like you. Even now – we both know you hate small spaces like that, you can’t feel better wrapping yourself up like this. Tangle, did something happen?”

She slides her fingers between the coils as if she could pry them open and free Tangle from her self-imposed cage. She presses her forehead into the fur.

“You’re always there for me when there’s too much for me to handle on my own. From the moment we met, you’ve never let me face a battle alone. Please. Whatever happened, whatever hurt you – we’ll face it together.”

Tangle’s tail loosens. The loops gradually slipping, melting off of her into a limp, pathetic nest. She looks to Whisper with big, teary eyes and a hiccuped sob. She tips over, dropping her head into Whisper’s waiting shoulder to be hugged.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles wetly, “I messed it all up, I’m sorry.”

Whisper shushes her and rubs the back of her head. “It was an accident. Everyone said that remote was new, right? How would you know that would-“

“No, no, no! I mean – yeah, I broke the remote too – but it’s not just the remote, it’s the whole rotten thing!” Tangle sits back. “I picked all those stupid places, and every single one of them went wrong! I just wanted to give you one perfect day – no fights, no stakes – just one day where you could relax and have fun and not have to worry about anything! You deserve so much more than that, but I messed it up again!”

“What?” Whisper reaches for Tangle’s cheek. “Again?”

“Yeah, again! After everything you went through before, you still trusted me – and what did I do with that? I got got by the zombots and made you go through all that again!”

“You didn’t mean to – you didn’t even know back then.”

“And then when you were dealing with Mimic I let him trick me – twice! In one day! And when he came back again I didn’t have your back, I let him pull one over on me again instead of listening to you! I took the Diamond Cutter name without asking you first – I keep pushing you and messing things up for you, and not thinking and getting you hurt, and you deserve better than any of it – you deserve better than you’ve gotten – you deserve better than me!”

“Tangle!”

Whisper cups Tangle’s face, wet with tears, and makes her look at her. She thumbs across her cheeks to wipe some of it away.

“Tangle, I don’t care about any of that. I don’t blame you for half of that stuff, and the things I was mad at you for, I already forgave you. And I’ve been having a lot of fun today. I’ve just been worried about you. I’ve been worried about you being so stressed because I love you. And I want you to be okay too.” She presses their foreheads together. “We’ve both made our mistakes. And I think we’re going to make more. But I trust you. Whether I wanted to or not, I trust you. So I trust that whatever else happens, we’ll get through it together. That’s all I could want from you.”

Tangle sniffles. She wraps her hand around Whisper’s on her cheek and closes her eyes, leaning into the embrace.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect…” Whisper breathes, “…it just needs to be us.”

Her hands fall off Tangle’s face as the lemur lurches forward and pulls her into a tight embrace. Tangle’s tail wraps behind her to catch them from completely falling into the grass, giving them a soft place to sit and melt into each other’s grip. Even once they relax back into a less overwhelmed cuddle, it serves as a nice cushion for them to look out over the water and finally take in the view they stumbled into. Wherever they are, it’s evening here, as the sun is setting in just the right way to paint the clouds vibrant oranges and pinks and the sea the kind of almost purple-ish color they talk about in old poetry.

With a crackle and a pop, Tails' voice calls out to them. "Tangle? Whisper? Are you guys still together?"

Tangle grabs the remote the voice is coming from. "Of course we're still together!" she cries back at it, gripping it tightly in both hands, "It didn't go that badly!!"

"Oh good!" Tails gives a staticy, compressed sigh of relief. "When I got a critical error message from the MOVE System, I was worried. But it put you both in the same place, that's good!"

"Oh! Yeah!" Tangle sweats. "Yep, physical proximity! We're sure in the same location in space, yep, no worries!"

Whisper snickers behind her mask.

"Okay, great! I'm going to triangulate the distress signal from your remote off the other Tails-tech around - I'll come get you in the Tornado as soon as I can!"

Tangle and Whisper look at each other for a moment. Whisper gives her a soft, encouraging smile. Tangle grins back and lifts the remote.

“Take your time, Tails.”

Tangle settles back, pulling her tail a little closer around the two of them.

“We’ll be alright.”

#sonic big bang 2025 #fanfic #sonic the hedghog #tangle the lemur #whisper the wolf #long post

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magnass · 25 days ago

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tagged by @lezziemanville thank you for tagging me! this was so fun even if it took me 2 business months to actually do it.

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET!)

most hits: wheat kings and pretty things (let's just see what tomorrow brings) (Bernie/Serena Holby City Great British Bake Off AU) 29,086 hits

light of my life, my darling, the longest and most intricate fic I've ever written. baked goods, lesbianism, there was a very detailed spreadsheet that planned out every bake and every ranking/star baker/disqualification for every week. trying to find technical bakes they hadn't done before was brutal.

I sometimes get comments that people are re-reading this as their comfort fic and that brings me so much joy

second most kudos: don't care what you keep doin' (just keep on doin' it with me) (Bernie/Serena Holby City Fake Dating AU) 1,183 kudos

I've always been a sucker for fake dating and this cruise fake dating moment was so fun to write. this was the first long fic I actually wrote and finished so it has a special place in my heart for that. also 10/10 enjoyable way to say fuck you to Marcus

third most comments: an intimacy (Bernie/Serena Holby City Sex Worker AU) 345 comment threads

literally obsessed that this is on here 😭 the world's most sex-less sex worker au.

as is probably very evident from my writing I really vibe with Bernie's experience of trauma and how she copes with it and I loved getting to give that an in depth treatment that wasn't there in the show. it was also very cool that so many people were willing to go along with whatever wacky au my muse handed me.

fourth most bookmarks: until i had you on the open road and now we're singing (Bernie/Serena Holby City Bernie is a Mechanic AU) 77 bookmarks

mechanic au!!! wow we are truly just playing the hits of my long holby city fics. this was a super fun way to put my time working in car servicing to good use. I loved hot mechanic Bernie and I also vividly remember scouring the internet for schematics of engines in order to get this done.

fifth most words: they don't know about the up all nights (they don't know I've waited all my life) (Johnny/Bull Band of Brothers) 22,010 words

throwback to when my former roommates and I got super into band of brothers for like 6 months. I am super proud of this fic, I actually think it's some of my best writing in terms of capturing characters as they exist in canon (especially because unlike most of my long fics this is not an AU but follows canon).

truly a tiny ship in a small fandom so very much something I wrote because there was so little fic out there for this pairing. you should watch the show because it's great and then go to ao3 because there is some phenomenal fic for it.

least words: always the healer, never the healed (Bernie/Serena Holby City) 1,494 words

just a short introspective fic that was one of the first things I wrote for berena. I don't know that overall it's my best written work or my favourite (I honestly think that ‘‘ｓｏｃｏｍｅｈｏｍｅ’’ said the voice from the stars. is my favourite thing I wrote for Holby City and technically one of my best pieces). But always the healer gave me the opportunity to really delve into and think about Bernie and Serena's characters and I think it was really foundational to how I wrote them in my later longer or better fics.

tagging Jess in case she hasn't done this before! @missparker

#I am supposed to be working...#this took me so long to get to but I learned I didn't have notifications turned on for tumblr #also wow what a throwback to what I could do before law school destroyed my ability to write #berena #fic stuff

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bodyswapcity · 29 days ago

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Greetings!

Hello everyone! My name is James and I’ve been a long time lurker first time writer of body swap content on this site! Just wanted to introduce myself to the community and thank you for all the love on my first story! I have a ton of ideas in the works for this blog I hope you all stick around for the ride!

Also, I created a blogger blog for these stories as well. As we all know tumblr likes to nuke blogs for anything, so I created the blogger blog as a place to not only back up all my work in case this blog gets deleted by tumblr, but also so I can use some more explicit images in my stories! If there ever is a story that I feel the image is too explicit and won’t be liked by tumblr, I will post the link to the story on blogger here so you can still access and read it! You can access the blogger blog through this link!

Again thank you all for the love and I’m excited to head on this crazy and wacky body swapping journey with you all!

- James, Mayor of Body Swap City

#not a story

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missmonsters2 · 2 years ago

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Mirror, Mirror | Three

Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

PART TWO

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Certain thoughts and feelings are starting to arise in Wanda whenver she looks at you (god forbid she touches you). Despite these feelings, Wanda has no idea how to shift the dynamic. Resigned, Wanda knows she needs to ask for help and the advice she gets is probably going to land her in another bizzare plan.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

*explicit version will only be available on Ao3 & will be posted there after series is completed*

Note: another wacky plan that probably is gonna get Wanda in trouble LOL

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Wanda lays with her arm behind her head, staring at the ceiling while she waits for you to finish in the bathroom.

This was an opportunity, wasn't it?

Alone at night, in one bed, in close proximity—this would be the perfect opportunity for Wanda to make a move, isn't it? The perfect opportunity to create some sexual tension so that you'd look at Wanda differently.

So...so, should she—Wanda gulps—cuddle you?

You and Wanda have cuddled many times in the past. It was nice to have someone to snuggle up to when watching a movie; the habit slid right into place so easily.

But those times had been innocent. Wanda hadn't been thinking anything about it other than how comforting it was.

Now—Wanda's thinking about other things. Touching would be exciting—exhilarating, even.

Yet, the more Wanda thinks about it, the more rigid she becomes.

Should she...should she just try to wrap her arms around you like usual? Or should she try to get a little frisky and "accidentally" let her fingers trail underneath your shirt?

Wanda blushes so hard, rolling over completely, and pushes her face into her pillow. She screws her eyes shut.

God, she wanted to scream.

"Are you trying to suffocate yourself to go to sleep?"

The sudden voice makes Wanda turn over. You enter the room with a tiny smile on your lips as you toss your worn clothes onto a chair in the corner. Your PJs consist of a worn-in oversized t-shirt and shorts, though Wanda knows the shorts are mostly for her sake as you prefer to sleep without them.

Oh, if you only knew Wanda had absolutely no qualms about you sleeping without them. In fact, to be generous, Wanda could insist you sleep without your shirt, too.

Wanda takes a deep breath, trying to will the blood in her cheeks to leave. Her head is slightly dizzy from the thoughts.

"You know how I am if I wake up in the middle of the night," Wanda sits up and replies wryly, clearing her throat as it's suddenly dry.

You grab a water bottle from your desk, opening it to take a sip before you close it and toss it towards her. Wanda catches it, opening it immediately to take a gulp of water. She stares at you as you apply chapstick to your lips for the night before you shut off the lights and make your way toward the bed.

In the dark, Wanda feels her heart start to race with anticipation. The bed dips, and Wanda takes a shaky breath as she closes the water bottle and sets it aside. She lays back, staring at the ceiling, hearing your soft sigh of contentment of finally being in bed.

You're lying on your side facing Wanda, but when she turns her head to the side, your eyes are closed as you breathe steadily, trying to fall asleep.

Wanda swallows. She wants things to change so badly. Wanda wants you to look at her differently, to notice that as the blueprint to your type, you could just have the original—if that was what this is all about.

So, Wanda turns on her side, blood pumping in her ears, making it nearly impossible to hear anything as she shuffles closer to you. You've only been on one date with Raye, and it didn't even end with sex. It's not cheating, Wanda tells herself. It's really not.

When Wanda's face to face with you, her limbs almost feel numb. She wants to do something, but she doesn't even know what. The more she thinks about being bold, the shyer she's getting.

Wanda's starting to chicken out.

Wanda's hand pauses right in the middle of the space between you two.

This is so stupid, Wanda thinks. She's never going to be more to you than just a friend. You're never going to think about her the way she thinks about you. You—

Fingers slide between hers, grasping her hand flat against the bed.

"Do you remember the first time we had a sleepover?" Your voice carries through the quiet of the night, somehow gentle but crisp as it makes its way to Wanda's ears.

"You mean when I cried because I'd never slept anywhere other than at home and was scared of the dark?" Wanda replies wryly.

Those days were long gone, and right now, she's grateful the dark can hide her red cheeks.

You laugh. "Yeah, but then you still didn't want to leave and made me hold your hand the entire night."

Wanda groans, caught between wanting to pull her hand away in embarrassment but liking the feel of your hand too much.

"I remember holding your hand so seriously because I couldn't let my best friend be so sad, especially after she wanted to stay despite crying," you chuckle quieter this time. "I kind of miss those days; they were simpler."

"What do you mean?" Wanda feels you stroking the back of her hand with your index finger in a small line.

"Back then, you used to cry about the dark and scraped knees, and I could make it better by just holding your hand. Now, you cry about boys breaking your heart and homesickness, and you're still sad after I hold your hand," You sigh like it's your fault.

"I'm not sad," Wanda insists, a whine in her tone.

"That's why you crawled into my bed at midnight?" Even though Wanda can't see, she can tell you have your brow raised.

"Maybe I just want you to hold me," Wanda bravely says. Her heart is doing that thing again, and she thinks she might actually be entering into cardiac arrest. The cowardly part of her backs out and softens the statement. "Maybe at 14, hand-holding was enough to solve the dark and scraped knees, but as adults, we need something else."

It's quiet, and for a second, Wanda thinks she might've made a terrible decision and wants to burst out crying. Her words are caught in her throat, and her breathing feels shallow. Even though she doesn't really want to, she's about to tell you she's just joking, but you move closer.

It's slow as if you're trying to be careful not to make the wrong move, like accidentally kneeing her in the crotch. You move like you're trying to make sure everything slots together perfectly.

The hand-holding is gone with her arms over your waist, and yours are over hers. Your hand settles loosely against her back, the warmth of your palm seeping through her shirt. Her face is pressed against your chest, and the embrace is warm.

Wanda doesn't know what to feel; it's too much at once. She feels warm, nervous, horny, content, and mostly dizzy.

"So, you admit you are sad," you joke quietly in the dark. "I knew it, you lying brat."

Despite the dizziness, Wanda gumbles, "I'm not sad, you stinky accuser."

"So, you don't feel better then?"

There's a moment of silence again. Wanda doesn't know how to quite articulate how she's feeling. She is better, she supposes. But she also feels crazier.

"Yeah, this is better," Wanda manages to say. "14-year-old us wouldn't even be able to wrap our heads around this."

Your chest rises and falls in quick succession with laughter. "Oh my god, shut up and sleep."

Wanda mutters something, but it's completely unintelligible. Time passes too quickly, and Wanda slowly starts falling asleep again.

It's not quite the sexual tension she hoped for, but this was just as good.

"Just a heads up, I expect to be the little spoon at some point. Return the favor, brat."

Wanda smiles. No, this was perfect.

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Wanda takes a deep breath, letting her eyes flutter close momentarily.

She knows she can't delay this anymore. Wanda's hit a wall in her progress, and she needs to admit that she doesn't know what she's doing anymore—not that she really knew what she was doing in the first place.

This was going to change everything—somehow make it more real. The thought of it makes Wanda somewhat glum, but she resigns herself before she takes another breath and rings the doorbell.

Wanda hears footsteps approaching the door before it opens, and Natasha stands there with an iced coffee in her hand.

"Oh, Wanda," she blinks in surprise, "I didn't expect to see you."

"Really?" Wanda asks dryly. "Even after you texted me that you were bored with nothing to do today 6 times in a row this morning?"

"Yes, and like the terrible friend you are, you were pointedly ignoring it," Natasha raises her brow at Wanda.

"I wasn't ignoring it," Wanda denies. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Natasha snorts but then opens her door wider, stepping to the side to let Wanda in. Once inside, they make their way to the kitchen, and Natasha begins fixing Wanda a cup of cold brew.

"Want anything in it?"

"Do you have oat milk?"

Natasha hums absently, but Wanda knows the redhead heard her. As her drink is being made, Wanda taps her fingers against the counter, feeling the nerves thrum against her veins. She's unsure how to bring it up but doesn't want to beat around the bush. There's a time crunch, and Wanda can't afford to waste any more time.

"Natasha," Wanda says just as Natasha sets her cup down. "I'm in love with—"

"Bug?" Natasha cuts in. "Yeah, I know."

Wanda's jaw drops. "What?" She says before she slumps in her seat. "Is it because of our phone call a couple of weeks ago, or did you suspect all along?"

"No, I mean, kind of yes," Natasha scrunches her nose. "I don't know if I would say I suspected all along. You've always been close to Bug, but she was always quick to correct anyone back then that you were just friends, and to be fair, nothing happened. I think soulmates can exist as friends too."

Wanda purses her lips but nods, and Natasha gives her a smile.

"But," Natasha interjects. "I did start to suspect after our phone call. I mean, you and Bug do everything together, so honestly, I wasn't that shocked if you both wanted to get married at the same time and live in houses next to each other. I think it was more the fact of how upset you got."

"Yeah," Wanda sighs, rubbing her temples.

"But mostly, I knew because Yelena told me."

"What!?" Wanda squawks. "She wasn't supposed to tell anyone!"

"I'm not anyone," Natasha sticks her tongue out. "I'm her sister. We gossip almost daily."

"Ugh, did she tell you—"

"How you took her on the worst date of her life and stalked Bug and Raye? Yeah," Natasha looks sympathetic. "I'm glad you went home instead of waiting outside while they did it."

"They didn't do it!" Wanda jumps up in her seat. "Apparently Raye got hung up on a phone call, so it didn't happen and she came home."

"Oh, really?" Natasha's brow scrunches together. "Raye—"

"What?" Wanda interjects. "Is Raye saying they slept together? What a dirty liar—"

"God, no—" Natasha rolls her eyes. "Calm the fuck down, jeez. Raye didn't say they did, but she didn't say they didn't either. Unfortunately, you won't be able to use that as an excuse to break them up."

Wanda groans, slumping back into her chair again. She reaches for her cold brew and sips at it dejectedly.

"So, spill," Natasha prods. "After all these years, why did you suddenly get a change in feelings? Is that why you ended things with Vision on Yelena's birthday?"

"I don't know if it's sudden," Wanda mumbles but launches into a long monologue of everything that's happened since Stupid Steve dropped the information bomb on her and every single thought that accompanied each event.

45 long minutes pass before Wanda finishes with how she's been more cuddly the last week but is having trouble moving past that.

"Have you managed to create any sexual tension?"

"No," Wanda sighs frustratedly. "I don't know what to do! In our years of friendship, I've changed in front of her before and worn sexy outfits, and we already have physical affection between us. Nothing has ever happened and it was never weird. I don't know how to change things!"

"Why don't you just confess to her?" Natasha asks with a tilt of her head.

Wanda scoffs as if that's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard. "Because she only sees me as a friend, so I can't confess until she sees me as a potential partner. It will clearly boost the odds of my confession being accepted, duh."

"Right," Natasha replies dryly.

"So?" Wanda taps her nails on the counter impatiently. "Do you have any advice or should I ask Yelena?"

"As if," Natasha snorts. "Yelena's idea of flirting is bullying. It's a miracle that Kate hasn't tried to cancel her on social media. I highly doubt Yelena's method will work for you."

"So, what should I do?" Wanda laments.

Natasha hums. "I guess it's true you've been friends so long that normal things other people would do wouldn't work for you. She has seen you in so many sexy clubbing outfits and hasn't done anything, and unless you start groping her private bits, I don't think physical touch will spark anything new."

"This is great advice," Wanda says sarcastically.

"But do you know how to make those things work?" Natasha asks, rolling her eyes at Wanda's tone. "You need to make her aware that you could potentially be hers."

"I've literally just said—"

"Right now, you're just her best friend that's probably going to end up dating another guy. And as long as she thinks that, those things will never work because in her brain, she can only see you as a friend," Natasha cuts Wanda off.

"Okay, so..." Wanda drags out so that Natasha will continue on. This was making sense and leading somewhere!

"So, there's two new things you need to add to your relationship," Natasha pauses. "Awareness and jealousy—and not the jealousy like 6 years ago when you thought that exchange student was replacing you as her best friend."

"In my defense, Shuri was trying to," Wanda gripes.

"You know what you need to do?" Natasha ignores Wanda's comment.

"What?" Wanda asks warily because Natasha has that smile on her face. And when she gets that smile, something crazy is about to come out of her mouth.

"Tony and Pepper's 10-year anniversary party is next Saturday, right? You need to bring a date. A girl date," Natasha grins.

"But I don't want to date other girls," Wanda groans. "Plus, how am I supposed to get a girl to go on a date with me if I need to tell her it's actually to make someone else jealous. That's literally terrible to hide."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Natasha waves her hand nonchalantly. "I have a coworker who can help. She owes me one, so she'll do it without actually expecting anything."

Wanda is in disbelief.

Natasha then perks up. "Actually, this is perfect because to really open up Bug's eyes, the person you go on a date with should be similar to her. Then, she'll think about how she could be dating you. This coworker is perfect for it; she's nice, if a little sarcastic, and has similar humor."

"Is she hot?" Wanda asks.

"Yeah, of course she is. I can't set you up with an uggo. That would never make her jealous."

"And she's into girls?"

"Yeah, she's single right now, though."

Wanda's eye twitches.

"What?"

Wanda tries to take a calming breath before nearly yelling, "Why didn't you set up Raye with your other coworker then!?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know you'd fallen for her at that point?" Natasha winces.

It's a fair point, a completely valid one to make, but Wanda still holds a grudge against Nat for putting Raye in your path.

"Also, why does your company have so many sad, single coworkers? I mean, I guess you're also single—"

"Don't get mean, or else I won't help you go shopping for a dress."

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Another few days pass, and Wanda finds herself taking deep breaths to give herself courage again.

Natasha just texted her that the coworker, Darcy, confirmed she was available, and everything was set.

So now, Wanda just has to work up the nerve to tell you she has a date for Tony and Pepper's party. A girl date.

"So," Wanda's voice is slightly shaky. The two of you are eating dinner while watching some trashy reality TV show that Wanda can't even focus on right now. Wanda wishes she hadn't said anything because now she doesn't know what else to say. "Are you, uh, excited for Tony and Pepper's party?"

You don't take your eyes off the TV, completely invested in what is happening even though you never watch reality TV on your own.

"Yeah," you answer. "Raye will be back in town, and I'm bringing her along."

Wanda chokes on the potato that's just starting to slide down her throat. You turn over to look at her with concern as she grabs her drink.

"You okay?"

"Wrong pipe," Wanda gasps as she clears her throat. "What were you saying? Raye's coming with you?"

You smile, "Yeah, she's back in town later this week, but my photoshoots conflict with her schedule until the party."

"Awesome," Wanda grits out through her teeth with a forced smile. Suddenly, all that missing courage builds up in Wanda, along with pettiness. "That brings me to the fact I wanted to tell you I have a date to the party too."

"Oh?" You pause the TV, fully accepting that neither of you is watching it now with the conversation at hand. "Who's the lucky lad?"

Wanda actually hesitates. A part of her is nervous to tell you, even though she knows you'd never think of her differently or judge her. She sometimes wonders what's going on in her brain because if Wanda actually got with you, it would inevitably mean you'd know she was into girls.

Or was she just into you?

Now was so not the time to be trying to figure this out, Wanda swallows.

"Uh," Wanda starts, feeling a little sweaty. "It's actually with a girl. Natasha is introducing me to someone."

There's silence for a moment, and Wanda's gripping her plate of food so hard, even if she's trying to pretend she's not. In an attempt to take the pressure off herself, she stares pointedly down at her plate.

Wanda's heart still feels like it will leap out of her chest and run to her bedroom to hide under her pillow.

"You're into girls?" You finally say after a long moment of silence.

"I think so," Wanda mumbles weakly. Well, she was definitely for sure into you. "I think I've always been but never really given it too much thought since I was dating Vis for a long time." AKA, Wanda's always been into you but never realized until recently.

"So...now that it's really over between you and Vis, you want to try dating girls?" Your tone is careful, and Wanda wishes she could dive straight into your brain to find out what you were thinking.

"Yeah," Wanda says, still looking at her plate.

"I'm a little hurt."

The words make Wanda's head snap up. Your face does look a little crestfallen, even if you're smiling.

"I guess you told Natasha first since she's setting you up on a date?"

"Oh," Wanda is caught off guard. "I mean, kind of? It just...sort of came out when I was with Natasha last. I wanted to tell you first, I just didn't know how. I think I was nervous. But I swear—"

"Relax," you smile at her. "You don't need to explain it."

"No," Wanda insists. "I did really want to tell you, but I just didn't know how to broach the subject, and I was trying to ask Nat for advice on what to do, and then it just spiraled."

You start laughing, which stuns Wanda.

"Man," you laugh into your fist, trying to balance your plate with one hand on your thighs. "Sometimes I forget how spastic you can be."

"Shut up," Wanda would throw a cushion at you, but you'd probably spill your food everywhere.

"It's fine," you tell her sincerely. "I'm just...shocked is all."

"How come?" Wanda asks carefully, cutting up her already bite-sized potatoes even smaller to seem nonchalant.

There's a pause, and Wanda peers through her eyelashes at you. You're lost in thought, trying to absorb the information.

"I guess...I just never thought about it either," you shrug. "I always thought you'd marry Vision and if not him, then another guy who is just barely good enough for you."

Wanda can't help but laugh at that because you've been somewhat vocal throughout the years that while you didn't mind Vision, you didn't think he was good enough for her. You got more vocal each time they broke up after getting back together.

"So," Wanda says after the laughter dies down. "Do you think it'd be weird? Seeing me with another girl?"

You shift your weight, adjusting on the couch. Your face doesn't show much of what you're thinking, and Wanda's wondering if you're doing it to spare her feelings in any way.

"I don't know," you finally say. "I guess maybe it depends on the girl."

The words give Wanda something to think about as you take it that the conversation has ended. You resume the TV, quietly eating your dinner, just as Wanda does.

Wanda wonders if you're imagining yourself with her. She could definitely feel the shift in your thoughts as you process the information.

It was out there. It was really out there that Wanda didn't just date boys. A part of her is actually curious about her date with Darcy, even though she knows that it's not really real. Wanda wants to know if she actually would enjoy dating other women or if she's only in love with you.

Natasha's right, Wanda thinks listlessly. If Darcy was anything like you personality-wise, as Natasha suggested, would Wanda be interested? If Wanda couldn't have you, would she resort to dating women like you?

Would you notice such a pattern?

Everything is getting more complicated, and Wanda is starting to think she's digging herself into a deeper and deeper hole. In some ways, it would be easier to just confess to you outright. Yet, she can't bring herself to do it.

There's a deep longing to make sure her odds are at their best when Wanda does. She badly wants you to feel the same, or at least be open to trying with her.

It's probably wrong, but Wanda needs to know if it was a possibility that you'd get jealous—jealous like Wanda's been.

Wanda really, really hopes you get jealous in the way it means you want to be the one dating her.

"So," you say, breaking the silence. "Kind of weird that Natasha has a bunch of single coworkers, right? Wonder how they haven't started dating each other."

Wanda turns to you, a giant smile on her face. "That's what I said!"

There's no way in hell Wanda is ready to let another person have you.

PART FOUR

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #avengers imagine #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #modern avengers au #Elizabeth olsen x reader #mm: my fics

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taragreenfield · 2 months ago

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Alright, so I finally finished the entire series and I have to say—it was strange. You know what I kept wondering? Why did the Darkling even want to meet Alina in the first place?

And then, why would he say his real name in front of everyone if it was supposed to be a secret and he didn’t want anyone but Alina to know?

Was Zoya really more powerful than the Darkling in the two Nikolai books?

What was the whole deal with that dragon power anyway—was it truly stronger than the Darkling?

Also, didn’t Zoya see the Darkling’s pain? If so, why was everyone so cruel to him even though everything he did was for the sake of saving Ravka?

Hi, anon!

Full disclosure: I haven't read Zoya's duology; I've only read a plot summary and saw some scenes people posted here on Tumblr (and hated every single one of those scenes). Not only does nothing about those books make sense, but the whole sanctimonious, hypocritical tone is absolutely nauseating.

Zoya is a disgusting self-important mutt. She treats everyone like dirt, she is demeaning to her subordinates, she's unreasonably aggressive and unable to control herself. Everything about her screams she shouldn't be allowed in charge of anything, let alone the whole country. Yet the author tried so hard to make Zoya look cool she probably strained a few muscles. The whole magic system is rewritten so that Zoya could have more consequence-free powers, her already wacky thematic arcs now have no point at all: if Alina had to be punished for having three amplifiers, why does Zoya get to have all Grisha powers, and also a queen, a saint, and a goddamn dragon-shifter all once with no consequences whatsoever? Zoya is also given more oppression points possibly to make us feel bad for disliking her (she's now brown, used to be a child bride and a self-proclaimed Darkling's "victim"). The reality conveniently bends itself backwards so Zoya could remain victorious: Grisha-hating Fjerdans somehow don't see a Grisha turning into a dragon as another proof of Grisha being unnatural abominations and start worshipping her instead, Ravkan nobles, previously prejudiced against Grisha and Suli are apparently completely okay with having a queen who is both of those things. None of Zoya's "achievements" is a result of her hard work or her innovative ideas, the dragon thing is a total deus ex machina that works only because the author says it does.

Alina is completely lobotomized and can only say that she is absolutely happy to be powerless and isolated before Mal wraps a shawl around her shoulders as if she's his frail, senile grandmother. Why did Aleksander want to see her? My guess is that while Bardugo hates Darklina shippers, she still wants them to buy her books, so she tries to play for both teams: give him a sentimental reason (apparently Alina makes him feel like a human), and then tries to spin it as a ploy to stab her and regain his powers. Sasha also tells Alina she's nothing now, which of course gives antis a perfect reason to scream: "you see! He doesn't care about her, he only wants her power!". By the way, I completely agree about Alina being nothing. I've been saying it since book one.

Why did the Darkling tell everyone his name? Honestly, not sure, it didn't make much sense, but the only thing I liked about that cringe-fest is that he didn't regret anything. That's my boy.

Finally, addressing your last question: they are so cruel to him because they are disgusting, self-absorbed, hypocritical assholes. They don't care about anything and anyone but themselves and their precious little feelings. Jarl Brum, a literal nazi cult leader, is given another chance. He's responsible for killing and torturing countless Grisha, but none of them are Zoya's aunts, so it's alright, he can live. The King, directly responsible for Genya's sexual abuse, is alive and well, free to rape more maids, yet none of our self-righteous "heroes" cares about that. Whoever falls victim to the King next won't be placed there by the Darkling, so who cares what will happen to them? Zoya shrieks like a goddamn banshee about the Darkling using young girls as a weapon, yet she bullies 16-year-old Nina and sends her on a dangerous mission. Even the scene where that gang of sanctimonious morons decides to put Aleksander out of his misery is completely revolting because, once again, they make it all about themselves. They want to do it because they are worried letting him suffer for too long will make them look bad, and this is 100% selfish and performative.

Thanks for the ask!

#aleksander morozova #anti leigh bardugo #anti grishaverse #anti kos duology #anti zoya nazyalensky #anti alina starkov

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an0nami · 3 months ago

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YIPPIE! MHA OC!

Alright alright! Hello tumblr ! Welcome to my wacky world of ocs!

For the first Oc I would like to post to this blog would be my Mha Oc!

Name: Ryu Acevedo (Mothers last name, actual last name is Igarashi)

Age:

- Start of Mha: 14-15

- Pre-time skip: 16-17

- Time Skip: 25-26

Parents: Rio Acevedo a Puerto Rican woman with a seabunny quirk which allows her to use venom to attack others or for self defense. Reiji Igarashi, a previous pro hero who was in the No.6 spot before retiring. He was known as Aquatex the Hydro hero. He was a man with a Hydrokenisis quirk which allowed him to manipulate the water in his body and use it to form all sorts of stuff like water whips, Etc. This quirk also allowed him to move faster in the water, aswell as breathe under water, using the oxygen drawn from water to make his strength and endurance even more powerful. He’s good friends with Enji Todoroki and fairly close with their family.

Quirk: Ryu’s physical appearance tends to lean towards his mother’s “Sea Bunny” quirk, having ear like looking receptors that looked like really fuzzy black ears. He also has a black, soft little cotton tail behind him ! His quirk combines his fathers hydrokenisis along with his mothers venom ability, using the venom that’s produced to cover his skin, which if he touches anyone they’ll be paralyzed for a decent amount of time. He has to wear a black skintight upper body suit to make sure he doesn’t accidentally harm his classmates. This ends up calming down once he learns how to control his quirk better, only being a sort of tingly sensation, unless he actually wants to stun someone. Now back to the mix part! Whenever he breathes in oxygen from water, not only does this allow him to gain more strength and jump high, but also use the water in his body and mix it with the venom in his skin to shoot it out of his body (from his wrists) and out to opponents. This helps with long distance fighting!

Personality: Ryu has always been a very cheerful and kind person, although when he’s more relaxed and in a comfortable area he seems to be more reserved and quiet. He tends to be a very level headed guy, taking in as much information as he can to fully understand a situation. Overall he’s pretty mature for boys his age. Despite being a child of a hero and growing up around the todoroki family, he’s always stayed humble due to his mother. He’s rather sympathetic towards people who don’t have quirks, feeling horrible for them as they must feel out of place, which is one of his biggest fears. Despite all this he still tends to be pretty good at making friends and being open to others, a true Ambivert.

Hero name!: PARVA (like Jorunna parva)

Relationships: Shoto todoroki(Childhood best friend), Izuku Midorya(friend), Ejiro Kirishima(close friend), Jirou Kyouka(Good friend), Katsuki Bakugou(mutual dislike), Sero Hanata(HOMIES! GOOD BUDDIES)

Likes: He loves Puerto Rican food! He’s also good at crafts like pottery, embroidery, and jewelry making. He sucks at painting but lived the idea of it. He loves swimming aswell as helping others in history or English homework. Speaking three languages!Pork rice buns, plumbs, and tropical fruit. Chocomil as well.

Dislikes: Classic DNI, mouth breathers, writting essays, being forced to clean, villains.

He is a Oc x Cannon character!

He is not made only for that though! There’s other reasons I made him aswell :)

I’ll write his backstory in the next post!

If you like my silly guy please follow along for more posts! Love you all bye bye!

#oc #mha oc #my hero academia #my art #my hero oc #oc x canon #shoto todoroki #art #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #bnha oc #fandom #fandom oc #anime oc #An0nami #digital art #original character #manga oc

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worldofkuro · 11 months ago

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(I’m quite nervous and English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry if this sounds weird ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡)

How would kid Alastor and teen Alastor react to the reader having move back to their home country because of some important reason? And I mean for a good 5-6 years.

Also what if when they return, the reader already found someone they cherish/love? Just a random thought.

Btw, this my first time doing this, so again, I’m sorry if this sounds wacky (I have surprisingly been in tumblr since 2018)

Well, hello my dear. I’m honored to be your first, I’ll try to … make it worthwhile.

Kid!Alastor:

He wouldn’t understand at first, you couldn’t just walk into his life and then leave. How impolite!

He would try to find any solutions for you to stay in contact, and I see two ending at that.

The “Good Ending” would be that Alastor had forgotten about you. If you left for a long time, when he was a child, he would mostly forget about you, just remembering you as someone that was there in his life but now isn’t.

He would focus on his father, then, on his darker pulsions. You wouldn’t have your place in his life anymore.

If you came back with someone you love, he would smile like usual, congratulate you and - if you weren’t useful- would go on his way.

You were just a memory he didn’t need anymore.

The “ Bad Ending” would be… That his obsession started way earlier than expected. He would try to come see you, always asking , in his letters, what you were doing, with whom, did you miss him?

So when you come back with someone that took too much of your time… He didn’t like it. He was being human, because you were the one to keep his humanity in check… But if you weren’t there, don’t hate him for being the monster he always was.

He didn't care if you dated someone else, he truly didn’t care about your love life.

But, he must come first.

Trust me, your lover wouldn’t stay alive for too long. And you would never know Alastor did it. You would come back to him, as a friend, lover, he didn’t care. He would be your special someone again.

“ Did you miss me?”

Teen!Alastor:

Now… Teenager Alastor had other meanings in his hands…

When you first told him you had to go away, he was the one reassuring you. Saying he found a way to bind two souls together so they never are apart.

In your pain, you might accept the devil’s plan.

Alastor , as a teenager, would use Voodoo to keep you in check. He would send spirits your way, to protect you and watch you. Even if it drained all of his energy, he didn't care.

So, when you began to be closer to someone, he scoffed as the spirits told him all about this person.

Dear, I’m sorry but Alastor wouldn’t let you have the chance to make this … prick your most cherished person. He would manipulate everyone and everything that is around you without being present.

And you would naively send him letters about how you couldn’t understand, you weren’t making any friends… It felt like everyone was avoiding you.

Alastor would just chuckled, kissing the wet traces on the paper where your tears landed. You were so cute...

You had no chance of leaving him, he would watch you for 5 years.

You would never be free of him. You would be the one trying to come back to him, somewhere safe...

“ Dear, you should come back to New Orleans, wouldn't you be happier here, with me ?”

#alastor headcanons #human alastor #human alastor x reader #x reader #painted smile headcanons #painted smile #human alastor headcanons #scenarios #alastor scenarios #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #alastor hazbin x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x you #hazbin alastor x reader

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prolix-yuy · 1 year ago

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Hello friends! It's been way way way way WAY too long since we chatted, and to be honest I've been taking an embarrassingly long time to write this update post because godDAMN life just gets you sometimes and you go on an impromptu hiatus that gets super messy. So let's get into what's been going on and what to look forward to!

Pedro Tax for this long-ass post.

(We're gonna get into some personal stuff, but if you're just here for what's coming up skip down to WHAT'S NEXT for the tl;dr version)

So beyond work getting hectic from January to March, which was the catalyst for everything getting wacky, I experienced a weird emotional turn that I wasn't expecting. It made me get a little introspective, which I blame some of my productivity slump on.

As I was finishing up the Bangathon entries, I noticed a sharp decline in interaction. I'm a fairly young fic writer on Tumblr, but I was a little baffled as to why stories I'd posted only a week before got a nice bit of interaction yet the newer ones were only getting half to a quarter of what I expected. For a minute I thought I had been shadowbanned (I was not) or I hadn't tagged the posts (I had) or my taglists weren't working (they were). People were already talking about interaction being lower, so I sat back and tried to go with the flow and not let it bother me. I posted Decoherence, which has a more niche audience, but I was definitely missing and wishing for some of the comments and reblogs I thought I might get.

All this led up to one of the least favorite voices in my head saying something that stuck around:

"Well, you were right not to become a writer if your motivation is this closely tied to feedback."

If you're new here or I haven't talked about it much recently, I initially was planning to be a writer. Went to school for it and everything. While I was there I felt like I hadn't found the stories I wanted to tell yet. My colleagues were developing in their niches and writing "the great American novel" and I didn't feel like I fit in. My stories had a lukewarm reception, and I never felt like anyone was excited about anything I was trying to say. So I wrote myself into burnout by the time I graduated with not much to show for it. I ended up doing a career switch, which I love to this day, but I stopped writing for almost 10 years.

Coming to Tumblr, I felt that spark of excitement writing again, and some of that was definitely due to people commenting and being excited or interested in the stories I was sharing. That truly revived something in me I thought was long gone, and reflecting back on the last two years that I've been sharing stories with this community makes me wildly emotional. I didn't know how much I missed of the life I left behind, and how much joy it brought me to share stories again.

Which is why it was SUPREMELY FRUSTRATING to have that shitty little voice pulverize my productivity and excitement over something as silly as interaction. But I'm sure most of you know how hard it is to get that voice out of your head. I worked to write things I found fun and less stressful than the series I already felt bad for not updating. And while I still love those stories, it felt like I was pulling them from an inauthentic place and finishing them wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped.

Thus the hiatus! I stopped writing and turned my attentions to consuming and creating in other ways. I watched some shows I'd been meaning to catch up on, started planning to buy a house, worked my butt off at the day job. And I was starting to feel like inspiration was coming back. I didn't want to spook it so I took my time and promised myself I was going to start small and not stress about getting stories out for a bit.

Top that off with some medical surprises, an upcoming surgery, and a little re-evaluation of life moving forward and things have been wild. But I've been missing the daily joy I get from being part of this fandom, and I'm getting back into being here more because I miss you guys! AND! I have stories I want to share and fun to be had. So let's shake off all the heavy shit and get to the fun stuff!

WHAT'S NEXT!

The big thing I'm getting ready to post (after teasing it for so long) is the 2024 Bangathon! This one is different from last year's because instead of requesting stories from me, the Bangathon is open to anyone who wants to participate! There will be a randomizer to play with, and some fun bonuses for those who participate. The announcement will be coming out soon, stay tuned!

As for fics, here are some updates on what's in my WIPs:

Series:

I Think of You: I spent some time rewatching Mando for the newest installment, and I've finally gotten the thread of where to go next thought out. It's been a long time coming so this one's gonna be BEEFY to make up for it.

SW!Frankie: I am crushed to realize it's been over a year since I posted any SW!Frankie! I've got a new story about him and Ms J moving in together I need to finish, then some more asks that are getting into new story arcs I'm excited to share!

Best Laid Plans: Dieter and Murch's first date is bouncing around in my head and I NEED to get it on paper. There's much fun to be had, and I've been binge listening to my playlist for them to get into the headspace.

Midnight Alley: I got all up in my own head about continuing the story with these two and lost a little steam, so I'm going to ease off my "big plans" and start smaller with some oneshots instead. I think it'll help me find out where I want this story to go.

One Shots in Progress:

Decoherence Follow-Up

Incubus!Dieter Ask

You know, laying it out like that makes it feel much more manageable than my brain was telling me! I'm also planning to prioritize more fic reading while I'm getting these updates in ship-shape. Reading your stories always helps get my creative juices flowing, and there are so many good ones lingering in my TBR list that I need to devour.

This has been a rollercoaster of emotions, so thank you for coming on the ride with me. I'm excited to bring more of myself back to Tumblr and have fun with all of you again! To many more stories!

#prolix wips #I'm sorry I've been away for so long!#but I'm back!#if there are things I missed please tag me or send them!#I want to read all your stories!

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iwontusethis255 · 6 months ago

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WADDLE HAT FANS I SUMMON THEE, FOR THIS IS...

THE KIRBY AU EVER (stylized as "the kirby au ever.")

CHARACTERS

Kirder (they/them): fanon “kills gods for cake” kirby, no personality, essencially a weapon of mass destruction used by The Queen for whatever endangers the place

Met Nit (he/him): literally the exact same personality but is shittily drawn in ms paint, the text changes for what's funny, but it is physical

Queen Thethethe (The Queen for short, rhymes with Dedede) (she/her): essencially a sassier Dedede in drag, dress changes between shots

Waddle Hat (Wadhat for short, Waddle Dee with a hat for long) (she/her): literally the most milquetoast, basic, average gal, lowest ranking of these 4, as Met Nit is The Queen's left hand, and Kirder is the afformentioned weapon, so she's rarely needed

Mark (he/him): extremely serious. Still in a jester fit for inexplicable reasons, whats his deal

Magolor 2 (he/she): grey and has a red 2 on them, otherwise normal, if not stupid and easy to fool (created by @xmagicalpotatox)

Sussy (she/her): weird holographic angler fish thing attempting to lure people to the shadows. how wacky! what a jokester she is!

The Ranza (she/her): genderbent. Looks identical. more studious and somewhat of an inventor, marital status unknown

Fecto Sapphilis (she/they): once contained being, didn’t revert to “elfilin” as there isnt one, now just hangs around, in lesbians with wadhat

Mropho (they/he): 2010s tumblr sexyman twinkified god (/neg) and probably not much else

Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura (Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura): the main villain.(..?) The Lone Evergreen. WAY too serious for the circumstances, you must refer to Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura only by Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura's name

Rope MF (he/him): An anomaly. really likes ropes. wait... what was I talking about...? (created by @mint-termsandconditions)

Wow! what funny wacky joke characters!

...

What if I gave them serious lore.

LORE

in the ancient past, flora and plantlife grew throughout the world... until Haltmann Co. arrived. with their machinery and aided by a mythical figure named Opho, they had successfully eliminated any and all plant life on the planet, but somehow managed to fail and die off. and in their rubble, on the fiery wings of a butterfly, a single sapling grew from the ash. meanwhile, a lone computer program was left standing, 5U557.exe. this was a failsafe meant to assist the empire should something go wrong, so Sussy began to rebuild an already doomed and deceased populous.

in more recent times, the brilliant scientist The Ranza and her assistant Mark have successfully created The Dimensional Mirror. this device allowed anyone to travel between dimensions. The Ranza allowed her lovely wife to test it out first, with Mark to go with and assist with return. but unfortunately, the woman was lost, and Mark had seen things he was never meant to, and gone mad. The Ranza used the mirror daily to search for her lost love, eventually discovering that intense dimensional travel made the very fabric of reality shake and shutter, so she sadly gave up on finding her love. meanwhile, Mark had adorned himself in jester attire and decided to rule the world to "PROTECT IT FROM THE FLAMES." as he put it. Kirder was easily able to defeat him, and he seems to be back to normal.

more recent now, a gal by the name of Magolor 2 was strolling through the worlds wonderous mushroom forests when she noticed something... the ground was covered with strange flat green oval things... weird... she turned around to try and sell the new find, but tall brown spikes suddenly covered her exit. only one way now. a voice beckoned to her. to follow. to LISTEN. and soon, she came face to face with a life form she could not comprehend. Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura spoke with her, saying that if she helped the tree gain control of this world, she would surely be rewarded. Magolor 2 accepted the offer and was soon overtaken by odd green snake like things puppeting her every motion, and with their powers combined, they attempted to sieze the world. Kirder stopped them immediately, but Magolor 2 continued to serve Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura, now a known threat to The Queen.

This is where Waddle Hat comes in. she had recently passed her Waddle Guard trials with mediocre colors, but since she was the only one who showed up to work past day one, she quickly rose the ranks. until she found a new member of the group. a quaint little fellow, said his name was Rope MF, then proceeded to talk Wadhat's nonexistant ears off with rope trivia. the two have been best friends ever since. one day on a patrol sent by the queen to investigate a weird thing underground, the two found a large crystal with a large being place inside, dormant. Rope MF accidently broke the crystal, and the impossing figure stared down at the two with a glare in their eye. then introduced herself as Fecto Sapphilis.

Days became weeks became months as the 3 became more and more tightly knit, with Wadhat and Sapphilis eventually starting to date. Rope MF is not a good wingman, by the way. regardless, the three frie

Days became weeks became months as the 3 2 became more and more tightly knit, with Wadhat and Sapphilis eventually starting to date. R̸̛̝͐̊̽̆͗̋̃̔̈͛̔͝ơ̴̧̢͔̞̯̥̬̖̱̣̙̖͕̲̠̊̌̏̈̈́̌̚̚͘͠p̸̡̛͚̻̺̥̘̟̀͑͋́́̔͒͝͝e̴̛̥͇̗̩̊̓̑̋͌͂͆̈́́̈́́̐͝͝ ̵̡͈̝̝͕̱͓͙̩̞͕̍͑̿͜M̶̙͖͙̬͎̣̮͒͆̾̊͝F̷̛̘͈̤̯̳̭͚̜̮̭͕̬̑͗̈́̐́̆͗͘ͅ is not a good wingman, by the way. regardless, the three two friends were ready and raring to take on anything the world held for them.

wait... what was that...? why couldn't you... remember... Oh! Rope MF! How's my bestie doing?

Anyway, the 3(?̵͖̮͉͇͂̈͘) once were tasked with finding a way to stop Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura for good, the tree was growing in power by the day. so they headed over to the place, wadhat insisting they may be able to just talk it out. They were met with Magolor 2 standing guard, who proceeded to accidently explain Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura's entire motivation of being the last remaining plantlife. oh. oops. well at least they don't know that Sussy knows more info about this- ah shit there they go. So they went to visit Sussy. Sussy had wallowed in loneliness for centuries by this point, and had made no progress in rebuilding Haltmann Co. She explained that before they had arrived, the land was lush with greenery, and that they were the reason for Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura's rise. before they left, she asked them a favor, and thankfully, she never booted back up.

Armed with this knowledge, the crew went to local royal scientist duo The Ranza and Mark. in the middle of their discussion, Rope MF disappeared. The Ranza and Mark noticed, and noticed that Waddle Hat weirdly didn't remember Rope MF at all, when asking Sapphilis about this behaviour, she explained that sometimes Rope MF just disappears in thin air, and when he's not there, not Waddle Hat or anyone else can recall of his existance until hes back again. The Ranza ran some tests with the dimensional mirror, and sure enough confirmed, Rope MF was hopping between universes, seemingly at random, between this universe, and what seemed to be his home world, with things drastically different. as they spoke, Rope MF reappeared and asked if they wanted rope info. they did not. Waddle Hat, in fact, was devistated. Her friend had been escaping her memory without her even realizing? What kind of bestie does that make her?? What is Rope MF never comes back and she can never remember her best friend ever again??? what was that thing in her hand...? oh. Rope MF gave her a rope to help her calm down. ...she hugged Rope MF with tears in her eyes, begging him to not leave, she doesnt wanna risk losing him forever. ...wait. what was she crying about again....?

After a look of pity from everyone else in the room, Mark explained there was more to all of this than the group had thought. In Rope MFs excessive dimension hopping, he had not only weakened the structural integrity of this dimention, but also caught the attention of a certain figure. Mropho. the name sent chills down Sapphilis's spine. he explained that they held life and death in their hands, they caused his descent, and turned him into... a ghost. turns out, he didnt get out of Kirder's attack unharmed, and his yellow and red eyes were like a cattle brand of the figures existence. all of a sudden, a horrific roar had echoed through the sky. Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura was launching a full on siege of the castle! they all ran outside to see the giant monster tree wrecking havoc on the palace effortlessly, nothing was able to take Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura down, Kirder had fallen. Mark yelled to the 3, exclaiming that if they trust him, jump into Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura's mouth, that's how they will manage to get to Mropho. after a moment of hesitation, the 3 held hand and jumped in.

The new space, somewhere between life and death, was black and twisting, like a wretched oil, with bright singular flames flickering and licking at existence around them, aloft in the air. A tall figure sat on a throne, and introduced themselves as Mropho, though, they prefer the name Mr. Opho. they revealed everything, they were the one to exterminate plantlife, to let Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura rise in power, to leave Mark a ghost, Magolor 2 fooled, The Ranza widowed, Sussy alone, and Sapphilis trapped, for figuring out their existance. He speaks.

"you know, life is not a tree. life is a fire. one that can burn bright and consume, or one that can burn out with naught but a whimper. but that is all. a fire can either be alive or dead. yet you…" he gestures to rope mf "you are different. every single flame in this space represents the life of someone, in your joke of a universe. as example." they bring forth a fire that shows Yggdrasil, Crown of Natura within its embers. and crush it in his hand. "gone. with but a motion of my hand. your flame is within here as well, but it doesnt dissipate. it simply disappears and reappears later. as the being controlling these flames, you can imagine how much that would infuriate me. but then i thought. if i, a being so close to godliness that i control the concept of life itself, cannot get my hands on you, then you must be even stronger. the only TRULY free being in existence. what changes have you made? what have you done with your power? have you kept me in charge from sloth? intrigue? listen to me. you are a powerful, POWERFUL being. and you sit next to a false god and a simple npc girl? when you can have me at your every beck and call? perhaps control over more than just life and death? time and space itself??" rope mf doesnt answer. mr opho glares at them all. "well then. i suggest you leave, your highness. before i do this." large fiery butterfly wings sprout from his back and flap forward, extinguishing every fire in the room, but 3. wadhat, sapphilis, and rope mf stand alone in their fight. alone as they ever did. opho speaks again. "hm. you defy me. let's make this fight one that the souls will be cheering on for an epoch." he summons a flaming sword and dashes at them.

as they fight against the god, Rope MF defends Waddle Hat from every blow, and she does the same. Sapphilis sees this pieces together something, and pulls Wadhat aside. Rope MF only comes to this universe for Waddle Hat, his best friend. If Rope MF isn't here, Mr. Opho can't use him to gain even more power. but for Rope MF not to be here... Sapphilis and Waddle Hat give a loving, determined, tear filled nod to each other, and call Rope MF over, telling him to take Waddle Hat back to his home. with help from Sapphilis, the two managed to pass through a portal to Rope MFs world. Mr. Opho furiously chases after them, reaching for the supposed god he both obsessed over and despised. but the realm had taken too much damage, cutting the connection and shattering mr opho across the multiverse.

Sapphilis sat alone, in her true form, not burdened with the colors of that beast, and with all her powers returned, if not weakened. she wondered and she wandered. what was she to do...? should she attempt to rebuild the world and rule over it better than he did? no. she learned from Sussy that was but a path to misery. she remembered she had her own dimensional properties before Mropho imprisoned her way back when... so she trained.

Days became weeks became months became years as Sapphilis honed her abilities.

Eventually, the universe ran empty.

...

TEE HEE I LOVE MAKING SERIOUS LORE FOR JOKE OCS!!!!!!!

sry for the later release, i meant to post this on my birthday (jan 11) but i was busy with, yknow, my birthday (jan 11), but 38 minutes late aint bad right?

#THE KIRBY AU EVER (stylized as “the kirby au ever.”)#wadhat #waddle hat #waddle dee with a hat #rope mf #kirby oc #kirby au #mr opho #fecto sapphilis #kirder kirbyauever #met nit kirbyauever #the queen kirbyauever #mark kirbyauever #magolor 2 #sussy kirbyauever #the ranza kirbyauever #yggdrasil crown of natura

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