#whoa i wrote this???

[bamsara]

man I love having the power of writing Sun using pick-up lines and flirty possibly dirty jokes to completely distract the reader or derail the conversation to avoid certain topics for Plot Reasons

but also considering: Sun (and Moon) doing this purely because its no longer about the deflection but because they get amused at Y/N's reaction. like a 'oh, did that make you embarressed? so sorry' :)))) (they were, in fact, not sorry)

[electrozeistyking]

Turgid Passion Play

[demonslayedher]

The Taisho Secret canon content regarding The Legend of Zenitsu has unfortunately made me have to give up beloved concepts in this future!Zennezu headcanon post. Most specifically, Old Man Zenitsu's with a mustache, because Word of Gotouge says he never grews facial hair. Zenitsu is probably far more disappointed than I am about this.

But also, it has all given me a much deeper headcanon about "The Legend of Zenitsu" being a bonding experience in their marriage, for Nezuko is a big fan, like so, what with Nezuko being a willing model for Zenitsu's praise-worthy paintings.

And is my brain spinning headcanons again? Yeah.

--

Zenitsu wished he could rub it in Tanjiro's face that he got a book deal. Not on everything, just on "The Demon Slaying Arc ~Fated Encounters~," "The Heavenly Maiden Arc ~I Am Willing To Die For You~," and "The Life of the Man Who Loved The Spirit of the Plum Tree Arc." No one else deserved to know "The Tastiness of Nezuko-chan's Cooking" anyway, for Zenitsu had described it too well and it would be like sharing his wife with a bunch of slimy readers. Bad enough that he still had to share with Inosuke all the time.

But Tanjiro didn't rub it in. He smiled and made as kind a sound as even, and congratulated him.

Maybe Tanjiro had grown too mild to say or feel anything more than that.

Because Zenitsu had a publisher and small fan base, he got paid a small advance to keep writing. Not even to stop going to an office job in town, if he wanted to to keep spoiling Nezuko with nice things. The stroke to eager made him write "The Beautiful Swordswoman Nezuko Arc" in one night, but "The Golden Dragon Wandering Alone Arc ~Go And Rescue Nezuko!~" was one he slogged through. It was getting to be a handful, going to work and raising a kid living up to expectations now that people had them of him. It felt good at first, but it made the writing less fun.

His heart was hardly in it when he wrote the "Botamochi from Zenitsu Arc." The sales tanked, and Zenitsu's publisher didn't bother him when he said aside his pen for a while. It was a long while, and there were other things going on anyway.

Not long after Tanjiro died, Nezuko caught a flu that was going around. It honestly made Zenitsu a little glad to have an excuse to leave his kid with Aoi for a while so that he could have Nezuko to himself while she was contagious. He didn't need anyone's help to take care of him, because every cell down to his soul cared only about how he might pamper and comfort her.

"Nezuko-chan, come on and drink a little. It'll make your throat feel better."

"I can't. I don't want to," she moaned. Tears escaped her hopeless eyes. She still must have felt so gutted, and Zenitsu knew he could do little to fill her for the time being. Some of that hopeless look must had been from thinking she'd never be free of the headache, but at least that much he might be able to soothe.

"Why don't you rest your head on my lap for a change? Here, I'll stroke your forehead for you."

"You should sleep."

"I can do it in my sleep," he smiled to her. "Actually, did you know that the legendary hero Agatsuma Zenitsu can be even more powerful when he sleeps?"

At this, she gave him a weak smile. The first he'd seen lately. "Yes."

"It's true! It's because he can hear the sound of his wife at his side. It powers him up like lightning coming right out of his empty eye-sockets! Actually, there was one time when he blinded his enemy before the roaring sound of his power knocked him over."

"Or the sound of his snoring."

"No, no, it's thunder like it shoots right out of him! You see, it all started one night in a terrible, creepy forest, when he saw a helpless man swooped backwards into the tree tops..."

When Nezuko recovered, Zenitsu picked up his pen again, and published "Rumble of the Knock-Out Secret Swordsmanship of Zenitsu Arc ~The Legendary Man’s Eyes Shine With Light~" not long afterward. It sold decently, and it was nice to hear that he had some fans who were excited about it.

Life fell back into a new busy normal, and Zenitsu's muse was fickle. "The Potato Feudal Lord Arc" was just a passing thing for fun, not something he'd ever tell his publisher about. It was more fun for a while to try out other things, like painting. As long as Nezuko was his model, Zenitsu found he had a knack for it. He ran into Yushiro one time though, who told him he was a hack, and they got into a big argument that ended with Zenitsu throwing all his brushes and unused canvases at him and daring him to do better. Those had all cost a lot of money, so Nezuko was not happy about that. Likewise, she wasn't happy when Zenitsu refused to sell a painting of her and tore his pants while throwing a fit.

By the looks of Nezuko's ledgers, it looked like Zenitsu was stuck at that desk job, selling electricity around the little mountain foothill town. He had been there so long that he got promoted for being good at sitting in the same chair for years, and that meant moving closer to a bigger town, closer to the growing metropolis, where Zenitsu felt right at home and Nezuko assured him she would adjust.

What would Tanjiro think, now that nobody bought charcoal anymore?

The world that once had demons seemed further and further away and the droll of adulthood stretched on, and powers he couldn't behead with a swift Thunderclap and Flash fought amongst themselves. More and more, there were expectations of Zenitsu, and people depending on him. He had to assure people they would still have light and heat even as Tokyo burned, and the sound of planes rattled his ears almost daily. He was a man of his community now, and the only one his family could depend on. At Nezuko's insistence, they collected nearly-blind Kanao and his nephews and niece, and he tried to insist to Inosuke to stay with them in town where there were bomb shelters, but Inosuke, just as responsible for his own family, felt he kept them safest going deeper and deeper in to the mountains.

Nezuko knew nothing but worries. Sometimes, he almost wished she could be back to a childlike state of mind, protected from all the pain and horrors she so unfairly had to endure. In the darkness of a bomb shelter, he hugged her close as she trembled. "Say, Nezuko-chan. Do you remember that time..."

"What?"

"...that time the great hero Agatsuma Zenitsu was a teeny-tiny, but very, very strong mouse?"

He could hear her worries lift, however slightly. Maybe that was all a mouse could do.

"Actually, it was when he was a little boy. You'd never guess it, but he was very cowardly. That was a terrible warlock with a fancy red mark around his eye painted him with a magic white makeup that turned him into a mouse!"

She stifled a snort against his chest. "Uzui-san..."

"Yeah, that was the warlock's name! Did I already tell you this story before?"

"A mouse?" his son clung tighter to him, sometime he hadn't done in years. Even when he was little he always clung to Nezuko instead anyway. Zenitsu could tell by the tone of his son's voice that he was already teary-eyed and sniffly.

"Yeah. A little mouse who thought he had no power at all. That the world was too big for him. But as it turns out..."

What really hurt was Nezuko's reaction. She sighed with disappointment, and lamented that this was why he spent so many long hours away from home.

That was a story Zenitsu recorded later, as a memory of those times. It stayed on his bookcase at home next to the Potato Lord story, now that the world was quiet again.

Business picked up really well. The world got brighter, and so did the indoor lighting. As a general sense of optimism filled the world again, the small but dedicated base of "Legend of Zenitsu" fans called for a new installment. He responded well to praise, and soon gave them "The Dragon Palace Arc ~Eternal Nezuko~," but being so busy as a highly promoted seat-warmer at the office meant he had things he had to do while sitting in that seat. He put on weight again, and spent a lot of sad, long evenings stuffing cookies in his face while streaming with tears that he couldn't be eating one of Nezuko's homecooked meals instead. "Sitting In A Happy Circle and Boiling Tea in Our Bellybuttons Arc" was something he secretly wrote at his desk as a form of silent protest. His publisher rejected that one after reading only one page.

Of course! He had to be at home to write his best work! He had to be in the same space as his muse, Nezuko! Another quickly written revenge work of his, "The Future Holds Zenitsu Arc," was considered one of his better ones.

After that, he was satisfied with writing for a while, and he muse pushed him to start playing (perfectly) the piano. Nezuko was not thrilled about the piano he bought.

If only he had taught it to Nezuko, then. Her joints all bothered her, but she kept sewing out of willpower.

This new hobby inspired another novel, and Nezuko inspired another novel after that of course, and the stress of their son getting married and wanting a lavish wedding inspired another novel and another novel after that was a desperate attempt to strike it big and get out of the debt that wedding cost them. After all, Zenitsu's daughter-in-law was a cutie and he wanted to spoil her. It made Zenitsu remember how cute Nezuko was when they were newlyweds, and before that too, of course, and now too, and before he knew it he had written yet another novel, despite his dwindling fan base. Nezuko sure liked that one, though, and that was all that mattered.

The years went by. Zenitsu felt he lost his mind over how his granddaughter got cuter every time he saw her, and he eventually reached some arbitrary age when his company could only promote him to retired. Aside from the aches in his legs, he felt as young as he always did, though. Kanao said it was probably the effects of Breath technique. It sustained them without reaching a threshold at which it would be dangerous to them.

Zenitsu still wrote sometimes. He stayed busier when his busy-body grandson read the old unpublished "The Birth of Zenitsu Arc" and insisted on learning Thunder Breath. That was like a new job Zenitsu never asked for, especially since he still only knew one of the original six forms, but Kiriya sent him a letter askeing him to give it a shot, for who knew what the future held. Certainly not demons, Zenitsu was assured of that much. If Yushiro gave his novels a bad review one more time, he'd make sure of there were no more demons left in the world.

He got back in touch with Inosuke. He thought it might never happen after he abandoned the old house and charcoal mill, but the whole time, Inosuke had been on the mountain next to it, where he had always been King of the Mountain. He still took care of the house, he said. But a King still had to be King. They weren't the only people on the mountain, though. Aoi paid house calls. Still, Zenitsu gave Inosuke a stern lecture about making Nezuko (as well as Kanao) worry, so Aoi made sure to drag Inosuke into the bigger and bigger city sometimes.

Zenitsu's newest hobby to drop money on was photography, but now that he was a pensioner, Nezuko did not mind so much. She even agreed to let him fulfill his dream of taking her to Paris. He was glad he had that camera, to prove how the city could not outshine her.

He was glad he took her when he did. Her joints made it harder and harder for her to get around, even though she always smiled and insisted Zenitsu's legs must hurt more. He didn't like it when she laughed and joked around about chopping her legs off to grow new ones.

"Grandpa," his youngest granddaughter looked to him with a tearful face, "Grandma was saying something about being a demon again. I wish she'd stop that."

"I know, right!? She's a princess, and the very spirit of a plum blossom tree! A shrine maiden too!"

"There's no way someone like Grandma would ever go to hell."

He paused, and his stomach sank.

Nezuko gave up her sewing. She spent more and more time in bed, but with no desk job to sit at and a grandson taught enough that he could be told to go off and practice on his own, Zenitsu spent his days writing again. He took a long time on that novel he wrote for her, putting in all the sorts of parts he knew she liked. Sometimes he couldn't help himself and reads parts aloud to her without telling her everything else that already happened in the story. She smiled and enjoyed each fragment anyway.

"I've finally got the title for this one!" he announced. "It's called, 'I Will Be In Love With You A Thousand Years Arc.' Perfect, huh? Well, maybe it's still missing something. A million years, maybe?"

"Zenitsu-san... tell me a story..."

"I am! I'm telling you the greatest story yet! It's about this immortal princess who..."

"Tell me a real story..."

He paused and listened to her heartbeat as she took a breath--a simple, unpracticed breath in tired human lungs. Nezuko still made the same warm sound that she always did. It had a different resonance when she was a demon, and when he carried another life inside her, but it was always uniquely her.

"I want to hear... about the time you spent with my brother."

"Tanjiro? Yeah, he... hasn't been in these for a long time. Maybe I'll bring him back."

"You cared so much about him," she smiled from her futon. "That was why you protected my box, before you even met me."

"He... yeah."

"I'm glad you were such good friends... I want to hear about all those good things that happened to you. About your Ojiisan, and your little bird..."

"Yeah," he grimaced to a smile, and the inside of his nose zapped like a storm was brewing. "I had a lot of good things happen to me. A lot of bad things too."

"It's up to you to decide if you're happy or not. I hope... you'll decide you were happy."

"Yeah," he said, the snot already flowing. "The happiest. I'll tell you all about it. I'll make it my best story ever."

"You promise...?"

He kissed her forehead. "I'd never be able to come up with anything better than the truth."

[voidsaber]

#6 i don't use this blog really anymore because i was overwhelmed by the sheer cringe and i'm not strong enough to defeat it right now but when i do post it's very important things like this

[postdespair]

whoa i just gave myself shivers i should bring back the dangan ronpa roleplay community

[2ofswords]

My first fic for the Jonelias week 2024... and also my first Jonelias fic! I had a lot of fun figuring out how to write the two. ^^ They are living rent-free in my brain, which is very appropriate, I suppose.

This one is for the prompt “try again”. It contains a lot of introspection. And stalking!

Hopfefully this is only my first work for the week out of two! I have a second fic in mind, but that one is a bit more... elaborate, so we shall see, if I can get it done in time...

Ao3 Info is under the cut!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus Additional Tags: The Magnus Archives Season 2, Pre-Relationship, Canon Compliant, kind of?, two avatars of the eye looking at each other, what will they do?, apparently nothing but stare and monologue, is it mutual pining when all parties repress their own feelings?, Mutual Stalking, Jonelias Week 2024 (The Magnus Archives) Summary:

Jon is desperate to get past Elias' defenses. Jonah wishes that the man would rather not.

[wexhappyxfew]

Annie Brady… has quite a nice ring to it

my initial reaction to this more than anything because i saw the first half of this ask as annie brady and SCREAMED:

MR AND MRS BRADY!!!!!! john and annie brady!!!!! brb going to go sob because that’s what they deserve more than anything 😭 what i’d give to give that to them <333333

(and u are SO RIGHT it has such a nice ring to it omg 😭)

ANNIE. BRADY.

going to go have a moment with this ask anon fr, it has a beautiful ring to it

thank you for this ask hehe :)

[of-nyon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers: Shattered Glass, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Drift | Deadlock/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Drift | Deadlock Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, light mentions but they're there, background onesided Optimus/Rodimus, Happy Ending, despite Roddy's guilt complex trying its hardest Summary:

With the Decepticons victorious, Rodimus awaits trial.

He's in for a surprise.

[jinxs-gf]

hii!! I have a request for you :)

I got this idea about jinx x reader who's in a band!! And they end up writing a song about jinx (without saying her name tho but you can tell it's about her) and it's just rlly cute and stuff and they preform it with their band on stage one time with jinx being there and realizing that the song that reader has been working on recently was about her this whole time and that's why they were kinda keeping it a secret for her :)

I also have many other ideas but that would be WAY to much to fit in here lol. Anyway that's all I got for this, I hope you have a good day byee :D

I’m sorry this took so long 😭 the only reason it did was bc I didn’t know what song to reference/use to help w this fic. which I realized too late that I didn’t actually need a song for it but…yea!

I really hope it meets your standards especially for how long I made you wait lol 🫶 & also with how switched it up a bit, I hope that’s okay!

HERE IT IS!!!

I love the way you think ;)

[beatleswings]

now that we see the french ring girls, thoughts on how their personality is like and their relationship? also how are they with the other ring girls (and dolcita lmao) :3 also shit i forgot ur headcanon about their ages lmao

Ahhh yes!! The French ring girls™️ (I love that name for them)! 💙❤️ Get ready for some headcanons and info!

Mireille Blanchet, 24, from Bordeaux, France and the daughter of winemakers, had always been more into fashion and modeling. She often would use the family’s vineyard to take photos of herself or get fashion inspiration especially summer fashion. With her parents’ support, she would later move to Paris, where her maternal grandmother lived, to advance her modeling career. Normally shy and calm, Mireille believed that modeling would help bring her out of her shell. it’s during a fashion show, modeling women’s sports attire, that she was offered a ring girl position at the WVBA. She accepted but still wasn’t sure. Even after she tripped? The company felt she showed enough courage to keep going even after that.

Jeanne Roussel, 25, from Nice, France, loves beaches, which her hometown is known for. She also loved browsing at the boutiques and shops by the beaches. Her father is a photographer, which in a way makes her a pro posing for the cameras and her mother is a seamstress. Her mother is where she got her love for fashion. She would later move to Paris to continue her modeling career and future fashion career. She was a freelance ring girl before she mainly stuck to being at the WVBA. She was always her bubbly, spunky and energetic self but the WVBA is where she felt most at home.

It would be at WVBA where Mireille and Jeanne would meet and befriend each other and of course, eventually, fall in love. They were both assigned as ring girls at a match. Two different personalities but…they immediately got on. Both felt safe around each other and it was to the point they were assigned together often. They would soon begin to hang out outside of the ring and really bond especially over their shared love for modeling and fashion. Mireille admired Jeanne’s high energy and optimism whereas Jeanne loved how Mireille can go from shy and calm to outgoing and silly. Mireille does display the last two around people she's comfortable with, Jeanne fitting that. Those personalities along with how close they grew made the other fall for each other. It would take a year or so before they started dating, Jeanne being the first to ask Mireille out but Mireille would be the one to ask Jeanne to be her girlfriend when the relationship becomes serious. These girls love each other so much. Their relationship is filled with so much love, support, making each other happy and laugh, and being there for each other when the other is feeling down. Much like Don and Carmen are THE couple at the WVBA, Jeanne and Mireille are the equivalent for the ring girls. When word of their relationship came out, everyone and their fellow ring girls was super supportive! Jeanne and Mireille get on well with most of the ring girls especially Carmen. In fact, Carmen met Jeanne before during a modeling show in Paris and took part in a photoshoot together with other models. Jeanne and Mireille as well grew close to Carmen and her friend group and occasionally hang out with them. Oh yes, not long after, Jeanne and Mireille would launch their own fashion line together and even design clothes for their friends and the peeps at the WVBA.

[mishkakagehishka]

I've left a few fics unfinished and ended them with a "well, i'm abandoning this - but you guys can have my notes to get the general idea on how i planned the story to go and the ending to be :)" you can ask an author that. Do you know that. If you're that desperate, shoot the author a quick ask like "hey, sorry to bother, but [fic] was so good, i just got to the last update and i love it so much, but it left me curious! if you'd like to share, did you have any specific plan for its ending? thanks in advance, love your writing style btw :D" and they might even tell you. Did you know that writers are people and you shouldn't feed their fucking writing into an AI just bc you wanted to see (an inferior version of) the ending for their fic.

[florareed]

Three

Were the things that came to Cibo’s mind upon stepping outside of the chamber.

First–

This was a depressing reminder of how the figure taking care of her, for all her human mannerisms and emotions and hurt looks, the figure she’s towering over is nothing less than an inhuman abomination not unlike the many she has struggled against to get to this point. She has not forgotten how she infiltrated the group of almost tribal humans and brought ruin to all of them. She remembers the rows of carefully preserved bodies with brain matter packaged and saved with the hope that somehow, someday, the owners of such bodies could be saved. She doubts it, but it meant a lot to them, The Fishermen, as they were called, so she remembers in her place now that thinking is unmuddled and makes sure to recognize it as such.

She just fought what could be considered an army and lasted for two hours. She died numerous times, but when death can be mended away with a thought, does it really count?

Second–

She is pregnant.

She did not want to be pregnant. But yet, there she is, with that sphere bloating her stomach.

She’ll keep it, of course. For research, mainly. And then, she’ll let Kyrii have it. She’s no parent and while this was their goal, it was his mission. She could not contain the Jealousy towards her own child, so it’s best to keep her away from it as cold as it may seem.

Checking in every ten or so years to see how development while connected to the Netsphere differs while isolated from it. Should be simple-ish.

Third-

Sanakan wanted a child. She would not be indulged. These desires of protection are hard to discern. Is she protecting her, or the carrier of the Net terminal gene? She could be lying when she said she wanted to save her. She could be addressing the incubated life-form.

Sanakan is duplicitous. She knows the actions of the safeguard have led to countless deaths. So with all this considered…

“Why should I save you, Sanakan?”

The answer is: she doesn’t know.

Sanakan knows that maybe she doesn’t deserve to be saved.

There’s not a single thing within her mind that indicates she needs to be saved at this moment. Cibo could deactivate every single synapse within her body, and leave her to rot for eternity. Not dead, but deeply, keenly aware of every moment, unable to move, be backed up. Something worse than a cessation of existence. That’s a power she holds over her now.

From her position on the ground, regeneration halted, legless, limbs bent out of shape and organs missing, with a substance that could most accurately be described as a goop dripping outwards, she bows her head forwards, stiff hair not bouncing or moving with the motion.

“I am at your mercy.”

“Do as you please with me.”

[yourworsttotebag]

trying to stop thinking about evie and gale rubbing each other with sun block and drinking tequila in a reality show villa long enough to write about them doing magic again

[wayward-sherlock]

oh…

[aho-dapa]

listening to the acotar audiobook made me realize me and sjm have different versions of soft

Her soft is still domineering, still rough

But when I pictured Tamlin being soft, it was vulnerability, it was the giving of a gift

And I just realized truly how the same words can communicate different things based on how we interpret those words

Like

‘I hate you’ he says softly.

What is this to you? A whisper? Defeat? Endearment? Everything around this contextualizes this little quote. (Not that this is from the book, just an example)

Laughing, he pulls into her arms and swings in the air by her waist. Flying, free, she smiles into the sunlight. When they stop, when he buries his face into her neck. Hidden from her, he hugs her tight. She hopes he never lets go.

“I hate you,” he says softly.

Lightly, full of giving in. Between them, they are changed.

She pulls away and faces him, smiling, “I hate you, too.”

The tension in the air breathes in time with their heartbeats, pounding pounding pounding, like the blood in their veins. Like the vase smashing against the wall, like her footsteps following his escape. Trapped in this room, only with their anger and their hurt and their love.

She says something and he hisses something back. It all roars in her ears. Her blood and her heart, beating and beating, waiting to burst from her.

He turns away and she strides to be in front of him. Look at me, look at me—

Look at me as you break me.

She lashes out, answering his earlier words. Clawing deep into his heart, knowing it will hurt.

She watches his rage and bitterness break into sorrow and pain. Watches as the wave of her words wash over him. She cools and her sea of emotions drown her.

No. No no no no. She hadn’t—

His expression twists into something terrifying.

“I hate you,” he says softly.

As if it hurts him to say it, desperately and painfully, it’s full of giving in.

In the space of a few moments, between them, they are changed.

He looks into her eyes, into her soul, and breaks her.

[compacflt]

Have you been to the Nimitz museum in Fredericksburg or know what's there? I'll have an opportunity to go there in the new year and was wondering if you had any recommendations for stuff to read up on before going? I've got some very shallow knowledge about the Pacific War and feel like it'll be a lot more rewarding if I go in more prepared.

you should talk to @misanderousmisfit who visited the Nimitz museum very recently!! i have to admit i have literally never stepped foot in Texas.

i really know very little about the pacific theatre of WWII, shamefully. most of my WWII knowledge is related to the ARMY on the western front 1943-1945. (I know a weirdly large amount about the battle of the Ruhr pocket for instance.) ummm, maybe watch the movie “Midway”? It’s been a long time (5 years ish) since I saw it but i believe “Hacksaw Ridge” is also about the Pacific theatre, though what I really remember from that movie is a lot of weird religious moralizing and andrew Garfield doing a very weird accent etc. Though I was 15 when I watched it so maybe my memories are a little skewed. And I continue to recommend Craig Symonds’ new Nimitz biography, which I read last January (after he signed my copy 😋)