#yeah this is a lil like a crackfic but

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey! Hope you're having a fab day <3 I came across your lil Daemon/Matt 'crackfic' and it gave me such a giggle...plus also got me thinking about a similar scene with Aemond/Ewan..! Obviously no pressure to write this, but what about a sorta Aemond x reader scene where they're maybe filming a sparring scene? Fight training/flirting vibes? Doesn't have to be anything spicy, maybe just fluffy flirty good times but also realistically aemond x reader sparring = *sexual tension* so lol, take from it what you will. As I say, no pressure at all to write this. I love your blog so much and am such a fan of your work! Wishing you a wonderful weekend xoxo

Choke 'Em

Ewan Mitchell x Actress!Reader (low key Aemond x Reader)

Summary: You and Tom were very much convinced that Ewan is good at everything, so you had a bet that even if you took Ewan surprise in one of your sparring takes, he could 100% overpower you. Things don't necessarily go as planned.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, drama instigator!tom glynn-carney, puppy!ewan, idk how to choreograph action 😞, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: YES IN A MILLLION LANGUAGEs, i watched like this one of 3 actors from the last kingdom saying they think ewan is good at everything or something along the lines, and then theres this gif set of tom glynn-carney saying that he was going to bite ewan and ewan was basically "aw yeah!" and ASFHLASHFHASFHFHA PUPPY im love him, anyway, i had those stuff in mind when i wrote this i hope you like it my love floofdeloop. i did an express pass on your req cos i have been writing rpfs lol also this gif T_T HES SO ??????????? HOT ????? HELP ME WHY DO I THINK THIS OF HIM ???? HWELP? Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

"No!" I exclaim, shoving Tom from the floor we were sat on. He nearly chokes on his salad as he falls to his side and laughs. His hand darts out to keep him upright, his laughter dies down when he turns to me.

I continue, "I can't attack him outside of the choreography we practiced!"

"I'm not telling you to do that!" Tom says, raising his voice in amusement, "I'm saying maybe just-" he breathes out through his nose, "go a bit harder than normal? Or-or add a few licks to-"

"Tom," I deadpan.

"Oh, please," he blows a raspberry, "against him? You're dead meat."

"He's not immune to accidents, lame brain," I take the final bites of my sandwich.

"All I'm saying is, Ewan is probably, like, secretly a swordsman."

"Dude," I point, "there's nothing secret about that."

I look out to the set, watching as Ewan, who quickly finished his lunch to rebuff on our choreography, twist the prop sword in his hands with much ease and mastery.

I chew slowly, "maybe I could tell him I'm doing extra attacks beforehand."

Tom, who stuffed some salad into his face as he too watched Ewan from afar, turns to me, perking up in intrigue. He speaks with a mouthful quite excitedly, "yes, yes, yeth, weth!"

I give him a look then purse my lips as I shove a tissue to his mouth

When we got to filming the dialogue part of our scene, we already set a pretty high bar for our consequential fight sequence, and so when I offered the idea of adding an extra few jabs in my sword fighting, not just to Ewan, but to our fight choreographer and director, they were all on board with it.

"I was thinking I could," I start, raising my imaginary weapon up, pointing at Ewan, "try to jab at you by your throat, then," I slowly step forward, twirling the way we did in practice, "once you evade me, I could elbow you," I bring my arm by his chest and slowly push him back, "and shove you against the wall."

Ewan, following my train of thought and movements, steps back and leans back on the wall. He nods, looking down at me with a soft smile, "I like it," he turns to the choreographer, "I think it adds to their tension."

I turn to our choreographer and director, nodding, "then we could add the dialogue we scraped off cause there was no room for it."

The director claps his hands, "I love it," he motions to us, "then you can grab her, and try to make her confess."

I turn to Ewan, leaning back into him a bit so that he could bring his arms around me. I turn front then look down at his arms that were coming around me. I pull him tightly around me like a jacket.

Ewan has no choice but to lean into me; my back was against his chest and I could hear his breathing. He was a welcome presence in all honesty. Quickly, I relax against him and he seemingly does the same against me.

"Well obviously not like that," the director calls, "you look like a married couple if you do that."

We break into a laugh. I lean against him, "it's not too late to change the script. She and Aemond could away together."

Ewan hums, as though he was in character, "I think he would like that."

I snort, turning to Ewan and his eyepatch, "I would like that."

Ewan's eye darts down to me quickly. He purses his lips, holding back a chuckle. I pull away from him when I see the pink in his skin, laughing a bit louder.

"Shall we give it a go?" the director asks.

One nod later, and were back in our marks, ready to tryout our added choreo.

"You lied to me," I heave, "you told me you would release my father if I gave you the information you needed.

Aemond walks over to me, hands behind his back, "I said I would think about releasing your father."

My expression drops, my nostrils flare, "liar."

He hums.

"Craven!"

He chuckles.

"MONSTER!" I lunge towards him and the next second, Aemond has his sword unsheathed. We go against each other, weapon against weapon, then he overpowers me, sending me reeling back. I push against the crates behind me, as the prince calls out, "let me offer you another deal you surely cannot refuse."

I fume, groaning, "I think we're past deals, oh prince."

"Oh, but I-"

Aemond's eye widens as I press forward a few lines too early. Like clockwork, I attack him just like we practiced earlier, except, he was clearly taken off guard and reacts a bit too late.

Once I have him pressed against he wall, he looks down at me, shocked, heaving.

He's forgotten his line.

I make up for his silence, "perhaps you are prettier up close."

"CUT!"

I pull away from Ewan, turning to him, dropping my prop. I reach out to his cheeks, giving him a worried look, "are you okay? I didn't injure you, did I?"

"I-" his hands come up to my wrists, "no, no," he chuckles under his breath, "I was just a bit floored by how fearsome my lady is."

My face contorts into a smile, "my lady, am I?"

"I-" he opens his mouth, "well, I mean... yes."

We both break into a chuckle. It seems we both had blood rising up our necks now.

"That was amazing!" the director calls, walking up to us, making us pull away, "I like these turn of events more than what we had planned."

"What if they have more contact?" Ewan pipes up, coming in front of me, "in this part, instead of being turned back," he looks at me intently, "you can lift your sword to my neck then choke me."

I gasp when he takes my hand and places it by the base of his throat. It was quite softly spoken, but it seems it was not soft enough, "damn, that's kinky."

Ewan's jaw slacks.

I break into a chuckle, playing it off, just as the director laughs, proceeding to say, "I like it! The more sexual tension the better." He turns to me, "choke him real good."

Ewan begins to stutter. My own jaw slacks as I feel my face heat up. I awkwardly nod and salute, "will do."

[dellalyra]

𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

A/N: request from my wife @soraya-daydreams - this is almost crack I stg.

Summary: The kids try edibles. Yuuji - maybe went overboard.

CW: the kids do edibles, swearing, crackfic, one or two suggestive sentences idk. mdni shoo go away

“But where would we even get it? It’s not like I have many drug dealing contacts.” Nobara hisses, as the three first years discuss their plans in a secluded part of the grounds.

“Fushiguro - your parents would definitely know where to get some, why don’t we ask them?” Itadori pokes his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Yeah they probably would, but they don’t do that shit anymore - Dad never could because of … all the eyes. Plus, with Akio being so young I don’t want them to have something to worry about if they start to fuss over us all smoking.” Megumi muses.

“Valid - when we started dating your Dad gave me lube and condoms and asked if I needed the sex talk, I think I died again that day.” Itadori nods, solemnly.

“Back to the issue at hand! Where do we obtain one bag of weed?” Nobara says, hands slapping the desk she sits at.

The three first years had decided that they wanted to do teenage stuff - since their lives were so crazy, Megumi was a potential heir for a large Sorcerer family and the son of the strongest sorcerers alive - Itadori was Sukuna’s vessel and Nobara was well on her way to a first grade, as well as the issues with being a young woman in sorcery. Because of their guardians (self-appointed) being as chill as they were, they didn’t really have anything to rebel against, so there was no point in sneaking out when they can just say where they are going with a ‘text when you get there’ from Y/N. There was no point in trying to sneak their parents alcohol, because there’s a ‘you can drink with us, or under our roof safely’ policy in place too. There was no secret dating, Itadori and Megumi were together already and Nobara… well, she hoped it wouldn’t be long before a certain Zen’in girl realised she was crazy about her. So that left smoking a joint, but Itadori said he had tried a cigarette before and hated it when he was at a party in school and Nobara didn’t want to smoke and stain her nails - so it was decided Yuuji would make brownies… special brownies.

“We could ask someone? Todo, maybe?” Yuuji suggests, before being answered with a unanimous ‘absolutely not’.

“I don’t know anyone else we could ask for weed from!” He responds, his sole idea shut down.

“You guys need weed?” A voice asks from behind them.

In the archway to the part of the garden stands a tall, beautiful woman with long blonde hair - holding a motorbike helmet under her arm and smiling.

Megumi thought he knew the woman from somewhere, photos maybe? Or was she at the wedding?

“Tsukomo-san! It’s - absolutely amazing to meet you!” Nobara says, shooting up from the bench.

“Wait - Yuki Tsukomo?! Who was Todo’s mentor?!” Yuuji adds.

“Ah, so you know that little knucklehead. Crazy kid, whole lotta balls I’ll tell ya that much. So - you guys need weed?” She says, leaning against the arch and shoving her hand into a pocket inside the jacket, before producing a small bag of greenery from inside.

“Eh! It’s - not what you think, we’re not - wait, is that weed? You have some?” Nobara asks.

“Sweetheart, I’ve travelled the world and back twice, of course I have some good - here, take this - share with the boys if you want.” She says, winking at Nobara who, for the first time in 6 months, swoons over someone who isn’t Maki Zen’in. Yuuji doesn’t fare much better.

She turns to leave, but gets caught by the sight of the boy beside Sukuna’s vessel.

“Holy shit, kid. Frightened the fuck outta me, fuckin’ clone of your old man.” She says, surveying him.

His head snaps to look at her.

“You knew him?” He asks.

“Yeah, cool guy - pretty fucked up, but still pretty cool. If ya ask me, you were way better off with the Jujutsu Royals - Y/N’s a badass, love that lil’ lady. The beanstalks alright, too - got some talent. She have the baby yet?” She asks, as she clips her bike helmet on.

“Um, yeah. He’s 10 months old now, just started walking.” He says, flabbergasted by this woman.

“Sick one, tell her good job from Yuki. Enjoy kids.” She says, and saunters away - and second later they hear the rumble of an engine.

The three are silent for a minute.

“What the fuck just happened?” Yuuji asks.

“Um… a special grade sorcerer just gave us a bag of weed.” Nobara says, equally as confused.

“I’m too tired for this shit. C’mon, let’s go inside.” He says, as they all begin making their way to the dorm rooms.

“Bone apple feet!”

Yuuji plops a plate of really delicious looking brownies down on the desk in front of his two fellow first years.

“So… do we just… eat a brownie each?” Nobara asks.

“Well, I made 6! So there’s 2 for each of us? Or we could ask the second years -” Yuuji is cut off.

“Ask the second years what?” Came the voice of Maki Zen’in from the doorway.

“Oh! Are they brownies?!” Panda asks, immediately making a beeline.

“They’re eh… special brownies.” Megumi nods.

“Shit - you kids make edibles?” Maki asks, a pleased smirk on her face.

“Do you guys want some?” Yuuji asks.

“Shake!” Inumaki says, sliding past Panda to grab a brownie as he turns away to pull his mask down and eat.

Maki looks at Nobara, who flushes and smiles, as Maki takes a seat on the bed beside her and takes 2 brownies - passing one to the flustered girl beside her.

Yuuji and Panda go next, each almost devouring their brownie in one bite - with Megumi taking his and deciding that you actually can’t taste the weed.

They all sit there for a few minutes.

“Yuuji - are you sure you put enough in? I’m not feeling anything?” Megumi asks, perplexed by the lack of effect.

“Well, I used the whole bag - but it was pretty small I guess.” They all just sit and chat together until out of the blue, a highly unusual sound comes from the corner of the room.

Inumaki was hysterically laughing at his phone, tears streaming down his face.

He spins the phone around, and immediately Maki and Megumi lose it laughing - true, belly shaking laughter from both the ex-Zen’in’s.

The video in question that made them all lose it was a man doing a voiceover on a video of a bird.

Maki’s laughter doesn’t seem to disturb the girl beside her, who - apparently within the last 30 seconds - passed out asleep, drooling on Itadori’s shoulder, and cuddling his arm.

Itadori on the other hand, had never looked so serious in his life. In his head, he was desperately trying to answer the universe’s biggest questions.

Are we alone in the universe? Is there other intelligent life? What is life, what are we here? Are human’s the true villains? Which Disney villain has the best fashion sense? Who closes the bus door after the driver gets off? Is this a simulation, am I being controlled by a greater being? What is God, was Ariana correct - is God a woman?

His mind was running through every profound thought a man could ever have, the universe’s question’s suddenly becoming his main goal and a quest only he can achieve.

Megumi’s interest in the multitude of videos that had Maki doing impressions of birds and Inumaki cackling had dwindled, growing distracted by the beautiful boy in front of him. Yuuji was so pretty, so perfect, so kind and so sexy. That thought flushed through his mind as the memories of times they had… ‘spent the night’ together made him giggle like a schoolgirl and flush bright red. He made his way over to Yuuji and sat himself on his lap, stroking his hair and pressing kisses to his cheeks.

“I love you, Yu - you’re so pretty. I wanna be your husband someday and I’ll help you make meatballs every night and we can get a dog.” Megumi started his enamoured rant, as he realised he’d never said these things out loud before and wondered why the hell hasn’t he? They’ve been dating for 4 months now, he must have just forgotten. He continued gushing over his boyfriend and pressing kisses to his nose and cheeks - Yuuji was externally smiling and had the Nobara free hand wrapped around his love’s waist but inside his mind was a whirlwind.

Is the s or the c in scent the silent letter? How does glue not stick to the bottle? What is colour? How many holes does a straw have? Is this real - am I real?

Panda, on the other hand - had never felt more paranoid in his life. This room, eyes everywhere. They we’re watching him, the walls we’re watching him. He abruptly stood up and stumbled to the door, and tried the handle.

It didn’t budge.

(It was just locked, he just needed to slide the lock.)

He tried again.

Nothing.

By now he was panicking and pulling at the door with all his might. He was Panda - he will not be imprisoned! So he did the only thing he knew and slammed his way through the door. It flew off its hinges and lay in two pieces on the hallway floor.

In the corridor, looking at a cheering Panda, running away and chanting ‘freedom’ - stood a tall, white haired man and his wife.

They just exchanged looks with each other before poking their heads into Nobara’s dorm room - where they had originally planned to knock.

They both surveyed the scene in front of them for a moment, before you just whispered:

“What the fuck…?” Your voice alerted the kids who all immediately froze.

“Is this opposites day? What’s going on here, kiddos?” Satoru asks, leaning against the wall.

“Nothing! Nothing is going on! We’re just - we’re having a girl’s night!” Yuuji spouted.

“Yeah! A girl’s night.” Megumi agreed.

As you both looked at all of them, you poked Satoru and pointed to your eyes - desperately trying not to laugh. The red eyes and droopy faces and flushed cheeks were painfully obvious and highly recognisable from your school days.

The kids were high as shit.

“Oh - what are you all doing?” Satoru says, thoroughly enjoying torturing them all.

“We’re eh - Nobara and I - we’re talking about boys! Crushes on boys and things. Penis talk.” Maki tries to explain.

Inumaki can’t deal with this and can’t hold back his laughter as Maki says ‘penis talk’ he loses his mind and flops laughing onto the desk.

“Maki honey, you’re a lesbian.” You say, and she raises her eyebrows - forgetting the ultimate flaw to her excuse being that she has no more interest in penis possessing men than she does going on a date with a curse.

“Also - Nobara doesn’t look like she’d make for a great conversation right now.” Satoru smirks, looking at the slightly snoring Kugisaki.

“Yuuji? Megumi?” You say, excited to hear what they say.

“I am doing homework! Studying, learning about eh - curses.” Yuuji says, picking up a blue object from beside him.

“Oh? I didn’t think you could do homework on a Nintendo Switch?” Satoru can’t help it now, the frantic excuses might be the highlight of his week.

“I do my homework beside a switch everyday.” Megumi says, smirking a provocative smile and pinching his boyfriend’s cheek.

That’s the final straw for you and Satoru who can’t help it anymore and the dam breaks.

You fall into him, head in his chest as he almost collapses from crippling laughter as you all survey the whacked out teenagers.

“Shit, ‘toru - were we all the obvious?” You ask, wheezing.

“God no - you guys were way better, how high are you?!” He asks, tears falling from behind his blindfold.

“I’m 5ft 11 inches.” Megumi says, smiling brightly and patting the top of his head.

That sets you both off again.

“Oh fucking hell, this has gotta be edibles.” You say, trying to catch your breath.

“That’s a fun word - isn’t it, edibles? ED - IB - LES. edi-bles. Wait - am I saying that right? Hold on, am I talking or is this in my head?” Maki considers.

Megumi stands up at this point, and puts a hand each on you and Satoru’s shoulders.

“Mom. Dad. You guys - you guys. You’re awesome. I love you both, Mom you are so badass and scary and you give the best cuddles and shit! You made a baby a while ago and then like? You can make flowers kill people? That’s so awesome. Dad you’re like, an idol, you’re so cool and it’s so fun that you have so many eyes, you’re like a spider! And I like your fancy hair.” He says, before throwing his arms around you both and hugging you tight into him.

Who the fuck was this kid?

You pet his head and thank him, and Satoru says that you both love him too - and that he also likes his fancy hair as he desperately tries not to laugh.

You notice Yuuji is deep in thought.

“You okay, Yuu?” You ask.

He looks at you, the most contemplative look you’ve ever seen on anyone.

“Is a gingerbread man made of house? Or is a gingerbread house made of flesh?” He asks, eyes wide with realisation.

You and your husband sit on the bed, megumi curling back up in Yuuji’s lap as Maki and Toge continue cackling over videos of dumb animals.

You settle in, Satoru’s arm around you.

There’s no way in hell you’re missing this show.

[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

May I please ask for headcanons Aoba Johsai with a manager whose skilled with archery and sharpshooting please

Yes of course! Sorry for the wait I was working on a Rindou piece and my physics exam. It’s like 3Am right now, but I still want to finish this for you boo. Thanks again For requesting Anon, if you like this, don’t forget to like and ask if you have any other ideas. Also, you didn’t specify which you wanted, so this can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. Status: unedited

warnings: crackfic, bad grammar, cursing, violence, oikawa exists, oikawa slander, color coded characters, reader is a whole ass menace, mentions of vaping

🩵🤍Aoba Josai With a Sharpshooter/ Archer Manager🤍🩵

As a Team (platonic)

Oikawa, Iwazumi, Kunimi, Kiyotani, Kindaichi, Matsukawa, you

My first thought when I looked at this post was simple. How many times and we hit oikawa in the head. Everything else kinda spiraled from there. Just imagine being able to do that shit with pinpoint accuracy, and when he turns around to see who did it, be like the gremlin chick from hotel transilivania and be like ,” I didn’t do that”. And then he proceeds to blame Iwa, and pure unrefined chaos erupts from there. *clears throat and sips matcha* good shit

But on a more serious note, these boys are completely ready to take full advantage of your skills. Remember when oikawa sprained his ankle? Guess who had to replicate his serves instead so they could practice receives. That’s right, you. And your aim is a little too good sometimes (Kindiachi has been hit in the face) but they honestly don’t care, they just looking to get practice in, and maybe a few tips here and there for aiming.

But that’s just during their practice. During your archery or other practice. Oh my god. Imagine having like 12 annoying older brothers. Like both Archery and Sharpshooting are pretty quiet sports. But with these mfs at your practice? Oh dear lord. These gon be the most obnoxiously loud humans to walk the planet (3rd only to Fukurodani and Kurasuno). Imagine with me. It’s so silent you can hear a pin drop. You’re trying to concentrate before you’re pulling back your string. You take a deep breath and just as you’re about to let go- “WOOOOOOOO THATS MY LIL SISSSSSS/BROOOO!!!” “SHUT UP SHITTY KAWA!THEY NEED TO FOCAS!” “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IWA!?” “YOU WOULD KNOW IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN DUMBASS!” “IF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP ILL SHUT YOU UP MYSELF” yeah they’re THAT kind of sports parents. They got kicked out last time :)

I just know yall have made oikawa put an apple on his head and see if you can hit his head. Ofc you can, but it’s funnier hitting him with the Velcro arrows and watching him rip his hair out, and ruining it for the day (his fangirls hated you for that lol.)

I just KNOW that the other teams got some crazy ass conspiracies about you. They call you the Seijo Assassin, and that you kill the best players of the opposing team, and they never find the bodies. And tbh it was probably oikawa who started it, to get back at you for getting Velcro stuck in his hair. So while you’re just as hot as kiyoko, everyone is terrified of you, and are only referring to you as L/n-sama (even though you’re only a second year.). I swear to fuck hinata pissed himself when tsukki told the team about you.

also yall know the sharpshooter shaving cream balloon prank thingy? I know damn well the whole team is having a competition for who can do it best. Like it’s literally so funny, especially when someone not on the team gets hit. Like I know oikawa has accidentally hit the coach with one of those. Do with this information what you will.

Individuals: Could be romantic or platonic, either way fits (though both are seriously on crack.)

Somehow or someway, Oikawa will convince you to be his bodyguard. And not even like paying you money. Just like a, “ YoU wOnT wALk yOuR pOor dEfEnSLeSS FRiEnD tO cLAss? WhAt iF my FAnGirlS Kidnap MeEEEEE?!” “yep.” “Do you even Love Meeeeeee!?” “Nope.” “…I’ll pay you~” “pay me what?” “Food~” “DONE!” *throws chair out window* yeah y’all’s relationship is pretty much just blitz and stolas in the loo loo land episode. Like when Stolas was just walking while Blitz is pretending to be Batman, lurking in the shadows and pointing a gun at anything with a pulse? Yeah that’s you two walking around the school, except with a nerf gun instead.

oh and you know the team jackets? He bought you yours. But not just any jacket oh no. Yours is special. He payed extra to have it say, “The Seijo Assasin; Oikawa’s bobyguard.” He also might have gotten it in 4xl because he doesn’t know your size, but still wants it to be way to big on you so he can make fun of you. He’s an ass.

Iwazumi is much nicer on the other hand. He (regardless of if it’s platonic or romantic,) is all about helping you carry your stuff. He doesn’t even ask either, he just kinda picks it up and does it. He says it isn’t a big deal, and that you’re carrying enough with your archery equipment anyway, and that he needs the weight training anyway. Def the kinda guy to use your backpack as a dumbbell and use it to lift while y’all in the hall.

I know y'all have a running competition on who can hit oikawa in the head the most. Body shots are one point, head shots are worth 2, and the groin is worth 3, especially if he’s being creepy to someone. The score is currently 34-31, slightly in your favor. Whoever hits him the least by the end of the month has to buy the winner ramen. Oikawa doesn’t approve of this game, and ends up attempting to bump everything back your way. But on the bright side, it’s a good way to scare off his fangirls :).

Kunimi just kinda vibes with you. Like he doesn’t really acknowledge much of what you do, just kinda goes like, “ oh so that’s why you were so good at that. I just thought you hated oikawa. Anyway can I have your Chez-its?” Yeah my boy don’t care enough, but he cute so yeah.

also I just know this mf, plays Fortnite and vapes blue raspberry burst. Do with that what you will. ( to be clear, I wouldn’t ever vape, i just know he does, and honestly had to look up what flavors there are.

The honesty biggest thing you do that impresses him is the whole good aim card slicey thingy. Idk man, he just seems like he would be good at that, and would try to fight you on it.

Despite everything, Kyotani is actually relatively nice to you? Or at least as nice as he can be. His version of nice is avoiding you like the plague, cause he’s scared you’ll be scared of him. He actually really likes you and wants an excuse to talk to you. So what does he do? Asks you to help him aim while spiking, so that he can use his strength more efficiently. He actually is pretty patient with your teaching, and genuinely respects you enough to take your advice. ( tell him to shower pls, I can smell him through the screen, luv him though)

He also uses a whole bottle of axe body spray every time he walks out of the house . Be careful not to get too close to him. Please find someone strong, or stupid enough to bully him out of it, for the sake of the teams lungs🙏

Kindaichi is probably the only person on the team who still calls you Y/n- senpai. He’s way too precious. That being said, he still did give you a twenty if you hit kageyama with a vollyball during warmups. He may be nice, but he mad petty. And $20 is $20 man

Matsukawa is definitely a COD type of guy. He knows a lot about guns. Bond over that (then give me his number pls)

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Thanks for reading, sorry the last part was rushed, I am just not feeling it rn. If y’all liked this make sure to follow, Like, and request something of your own. I literally have nothing else to do. Love y’all sm, peace

-joden

[wheeboo]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

okay i received this ask game 3 times so JDFKLS i guess i shall do it rn . i will be doing my moots svt biases <3 rlly wish i could do a lot more moots but this took more brain power than it needed 😭😭

@slytherinshua -> joshua

first thought was cute lil teacher x teacher couple!! maybe he's a new hire as a music teacher and him and zanna both have a lil meet ugly at first in the staff room (one of them spilling coffee on the other or something dsjfklfsd) but its all full of shy smiles and fumbled apologies, and joshua smoothly gives her his # with the purpose of starting over 😍

@etherealyoungk -> hoshi

the classic case of the class president x class clown. skye our big brain queen is just trying her best to sort through all these plans and plans for school while hoshi keeps curiously meddling in her business, trying to get close with her by proposing these weird n funny ideas at meetings (even tho he's not in the student council???) that don't make any sort of sense, and overall just wanting to make her smile cuz he may or may not have a tiny tiny crush on her. and skye may or may not like him having around...

@roziesmei -> jeonghan

love at first sight. not the biggest fan of this trope but hello who wouldn't fall head over heels over this man at first glance? maybe mimi is out and about running some errands to the store, and as she's about to grab for the door, another hand meets hers, and i WONDER who it is!!!! the two of them gaze at each other for a second, and maybe the world feels a lil brighter and a lil warmer in those few moments, before maybe jeonghan pulls away and holds the door open for her. she spends her entire time shopping thinking abt him wondering if they'll ever cross paths again (they do)

@bookyeom -> seokmin

i love the whole concept/trope of exchanging letters. maybe leslie gets received this Very long letter detailing something she has no idea what is and its signed sorry from me & my dog, lee seokmin. does she know who lee seokmin is? absolutely not. but is she very curious why he seems so STRESSED in this letter over his dog accidentally stealing a stranger's pair of socks from the laundromat? yes

@welcometomyoasis -> seungcheol

ngl the whole enemies to lovers arc from rival families has always been a concept in the back of my mind and i've ALWAYS envisioned something for cheol for it so here you go shu 😭!! and perhaps there's some forced proximity involved, where they both become reluctant allies for some overly complicated business reasons and realise 'maybe we aren't exactly enemies after all...'

@haecien -> jun

fake dating!! maybe cien accidentally says to his group of friends that he has a partner but like... who is it ?? and so he gets jun to play as his fake boyfriend for the time being and it's this whole cute mess but yeah they're both sorta falling for each other. i can imagine this whole cute prom scene where they are each other's dates and this cute slow dancing scene... yeah you get i'm going with this i think lmao

@planetkiimchi -> minghao

strangers to friends to lovers!! but it's the most natural, sorta slow burn ever. it's kinda like reading your favourite comfort book with your favourite comfort couple where they get together and it's like THE standard ?! they're both communicative with each other, understand each other's boundaries, etc. bonus for the plot since they're both dancers and meet each other for the first time at practice, and it kinda just blossoms from there :)

@blue-jisungs -> wonwoo

a very very cute office romance. axe may be like a new intern at this workplace and is nervous asf abt everything, but she gets assigned this very handsome man with the power of glasses in his eyes to help her around and get adjusted. but even after settling in axe really tries her best to get close with wonwoo. he's a little reserved, composed, maybe a bit cold at first, but it's enough to cause some gossip to float around the office hehe. one thing leads to another, and they're both trying to hide their relationship from everyone else (but they all know anyway)

[soov]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want

OMG OMG IM ACC SO HAPPY I LOVE THIS KIND OF ASKS (only doing some of my moots that i feel that fit these tropes 🙏 plus Yeah anon sorry..... i am not the best one w crackfics as u can see)

@isoobie : heeseung & strangers to lovers (hs bball au)

based on today’s heejay vid where jay says that hee fits the “treats everyone nicely but doesn’t know to talk to women” and heebot LMFAO imagining a hs au where he’s the popular basketball player who shares most classes with her, and has a crush on her. the whole school finds out about his crush and tries to get them together. it ends up with a bunch of students making a circle around them during lunch while heeseung sttuters and blushes the crap out of himself trying to confess, and ri accepts as equally as embarrassed cs who wouldnt 😆😆 the school’s it couple!!!!!!!

@voikiraz : sunghoon & small crochet business

mari w her lil crochet shop making the cutest bags and guess who liked them.... SUNGHOON!!! she packs his order very nicely (like she does to all cs shes the best business owner!!!!!!) but... it ends up arriving all messed up and basically destroyed. he sends her a kind dm in her shop’s insta about the order. when she checks his address, she notices they live in the same city and offers to give him a brand new bag personally. and when she arrives... love at first sight 😊 he’s def buying her whole shop and asking for delivery everytime just to see her!!

@boyfhee : jay & live jazz restaurant

why am i giggling js at the thought!! cael and jay would both go to a nice jazz restaurant every week and after some time of mutual pining, he gains enough courage and asks if he could pay her a drink!! they end up having such a good time together and after exchanging numbers, the next date gets set to jay’s house. and guess what 😂😂 private chef with meals even better than the restaurant’s, slow dances with a glass of wine in the kitchen, and jay playing his guitar after eating & having dessert OOHOHO

@haknom : juyeon & invisible string / dense and worse

Very Fitting!!!!!!! 😆😆 imagining a ton of those almost meeting moments w them like almost met each other at a convenience store, almost met at a morning stroll, almost met during a hangout with mutual friends... and in the end, they bump into each other accidentally someday. when they become friends it’s HELL because juyeon would be like Heyyy kayla 😏😏😅 and she wouldnt know hes flirting and same thing goes to him. they end up connecting the dots somehow and boom! couple 😂😂😂

@jongsie : nicholas & zombie apocalypse

HEHE THIS ONE WOULD BE SUCH A COOL DRAMA rav and nicho who aren’t really that fond of each other but a sudden zombie apocalypse forces them to work together. really angsty cs that’s what rav likes... one of them prob loses an arm or leg and dies in the end... the other suffers so bad!!! pure grief in its worst form. when the apocalypse ends the other digs a little hole in the place that they first met (and that was completely destroyed) and buries an item that one gave them before dying. (whoa i kinda ate with this one)

[bro-atz]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

i have so so so many moots but i decided to stick w moots that i've dmed frequently to keep this list short and sweet (if i didn't include you it doESN'T MEAN THAT I DON'T LOVE YOU I SWEAR)

aubs @k-hotchoisan: second chance this could be the angst in me but like you and san were high school sweethearts that couldn't make it work (i'm thinking long distance) but you maintained the friendship and when you get the chance to see each other again in person face to face after, what, years? everything falls into place everything clicks bc you and san were just meant to BE (but also love at first sight bc MISS MA'AM IK WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE AND IK SAN WOULD FALL SO HARD)

jinnie @sanspuppet: best friend's brother idk jinnie you give me a forbidden love kinda vibe but in a wholesome way and i feel like falling for your best friend's brother, san, would be that arc bc you're so loyal and dedicated to your friend but also like....... san is so hot HAHAHA and you would spend time w the friend and san would obvi be there and start spending time w you... then badabingbadaboom your friend is your in-law HAHA

minerva @yourlocaljonghoe: friends to lovers that jongho fic i wrote for you? yeah that's exactly what i envision for you and jongho fr you just have this friend energy that jongho would adore (and lowkey take for granted) until he realizes that the one he loved was the one right under his nose the entire time ugh i love this trope for you babes

yessa @yessa-vie: love triangle YOU KEEP SENDING ME MULTIPLE PEOPLE AND INSPIRING ME SO BAM LOVE TRIANGLE more like a love square between you and yunsangi (oop a lil spoiler here) where all men just goddamn they love you so much and fight (playfully) over you ("no, she loves me more") and it makes you wanna scream bc yOU MAKE ME WANNA SCREAM i love you babes

fawn @yunhoszn: forced proximity this is lowkey based on sahrac but like you and yunho are so forced proximity i envision y'all are actually seat neighbors on a plane and the plane lands late so you miss your connecting flight and have to wait for the next day, and since y'all had a good time being neighbors, yunho suggest y'all be hotel suite neighbors...... but we all know that you were in his room that day wink wonk

maya @juyofans: work rivals since i know your life is going to be occupied for the next rest of your life bc of med school and becoming a doctor, a work crush thing is definitely a trope i see for you— and mingi is this hotshot surgeon that everyone raves abt but you're Better and want to prove it, and that work rivalry turns into romance and y'all become this power duo i rest my case

orion @nebulousbrainsoup: love triangle (turns poly) my polyamorous monarch my holy lord and savior this arc is The Trope™ for you and bc we were talking abt this i'm going to go w yeosang and jihoon bc i feel like you would lose your gd mind w them but also love them both so much and they would love you and it would just be this wholesome triangle of softness and pure love and i just UGH i LOVE this for you

chip @jaehunnyy: friends to lovers i imagine san being your best friend and just seeing you with another guy and thinking "i'm better than that guy i could love you so much better than that guy" and at some point he finally musters the courage to ask you to give him a shot— and when you do, it's the most beautiful romance i swear

ki @hoshiseon: enemies to lovers/work rivals alright this is strictly based off the driving lore that you've shared BUT i'm thinking you and san are like lowkey enemies/rivals from either school or work and one day your car needs a jumpstart but there is no one in sight and your phone is dead (talk abt bad luck) and san is the only person there so he helps you out and y'all get to talking and realize you have a lot in common and maybe the reason why y'all hate each other is bc... there are more feelings there.... ohoho

e𝓨eris @eyeryis: meet-cute i'm choosing jinsik for this since you can't seem to choose a mf atz bias but lord the two of you would meet someplace stereotypical like a coffee shop and you would drop something and he would pick it up for you and lock eyes with you and immediately fall in love bc no joke that was me w you fr you seriously are the jinsik to my sumin okay

[ectogeo-rebubbles]

hi!! I am answering the page! I will try to think of a new siskarak idea in a moment first I want to say I love your new siskarak fic!!!! I was smiling so much while reading it my face hurt I gasped when sisko said “Only if you don’t call me ‘Commander.’” it really took me by surprise, and also sisko pulling garak away by the hair was so good!! loved it re: the siskarak search p2 discussion- I loved reading your thoughts, your idea about garak guilting sisko into having sex with him after learning about the simulation is genius he would absolutely use that! and re: the other au of that- I totally understand, it's just that the idea of both bashir and sisko both trying to set up the other with garak was too funny to me not to mention, (and the more I thought of the idea the more I needed garashir there too), I recall vaguely that afterwards it morphed in my mind into a crackfic where julian and sisko each go to dax for advice and she uses the opportunity for chaos/entertainment or something like that also tell @kittenwriter that I love their take on the siskarak baby scenario I was so excited to see it today

Ahhhh thanks, I’m so glad you liked it!! ^_^ <3 I liked surprising Sisko with the words coming out of his own mouth, hehe, and I def feel like that’s a likely way it would go with them… Garak whittling away at Sisko’s defenses, and Sisko trying to deny to both Garak and himself that he’s actually attracted to him, until he blurts something out, and then it’s all over. 😈 re: the hair pulling: lmaooo thanks, I just love to write about Garak being a lil shit and Sisko not brooking his nonsense at all. XD (Here’s the link to my fic you’re a criminal as long as you’re mine if anyone somehow missed my one million billion links to it already hahaha, sorry not sorry for hyping my own fic so much)

Haha yeah for sure! I forget the specifics now, but I think I am just a purist for endgame garashir lollll so I don’t know what to do with scenarios that would seem to contradict that/interfere with that in my eyes, but I was prob taking things way too seriously for a crack scenario. 😂 But like in general I am all for siskarak scenarios with garashir mixed in on the side 😈 Like I LOVE showing both dynamics in the same fic because those dynamics are very different haha

@kittenwriter the siskarak baby trap anon is a big fan of your outline! (in case mentions in the text of the ask don’t work)

[d34d-but-pr3tty]

Finney x Gn!reader Incorrect quotes Pt. 2 | F. Blake, Y/N

Warnings: pure fluff! Lil bit of a crackfic elements here and there.

Sage's notes: This is a filler! I'm working on four different fics and working on new prompts to replace the used ones. Whenever I'm working on fics I don't want my account to be "inactive" for too long so I'll definitely post incorrect quotes as fillers <3

WIPS!

Finney x gn!reader

Finney x m!reader

Robin x f!reader

Robin and Finney (separate) x gn!reader Halloween has

Y/N: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Finney: I wrote you a poem. Y/N, already crying: You did?

Y/N: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing. Finney: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Y/N: I like it when guys roll up their sleeves so you can see their forearms. Finney, looking down and realizing he only has 2 arms: Damn it.

Finney: Hey, Y/N, can you do the thing? Y/N: What thing? Finney: The thing that makes me happy. Y/N: Oh. *Smiles* Finney: Thank you.

Y/N: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Finney: Okay. Y/N: And make out during the scary parts. Finney: Th- Finney: The scary parts. Finney: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Finney: I’m so excited! Y/N: We’re gonna have the best costumes, get the most candy... Finney: And have the biggest stomach aches ever! Y/N: Yeah!

Y/N: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- Finney: It was me... Y/N: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Finney: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Y/N: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Y/N: Relationships should be 50/50. Finney cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Y/N: My partner is so much cuter than yours. Finney: How DARE you insult my partner like that! Finney: Wait- You’re my partner- Finney: How DARE you insult yourself like that!

[sailorsenshishitposter]

School Au

Crackfic but check the tags for cw

You had recently just moved to Denver and had been transferred to another school. This was always one of the worst things about moving but your parents assured you that you wouldn't be alone. Luckily your family knew another man in the area so you would be attending the same school as his daughter. Already having been introduced, you recognized her immediately. "Hey, Sunny!"

There was now a young girl with brown eyes and silver hair coming your way. She then pulled you into a hug. "It's great to see you!" You then noticed two boys standing behind her. One pale and the other dark skinned with a thick accent. "This is John and this is George." John went to shake your hand and George did the same but you couldn't really understand what he was saying so you just smiled and gave a nod. Suddenly the bell rang. "Uh oh! We better hurry. If we're late than we can't play ninjas at recess!" The next thing you knew and you were walking into World Marshal Elementary School.

Luckily you shared the same classes as Sunny (along with John and George) so if you were overwhelmed than you had someone who could help you out. You walked into class and took your seat, choosing to be near Sunny. After the national anthem and annoucents, the principal came in to your room. He was a tall man who seemed like he would be better off as a professional wrestler than working in a school setting. He pushed his glasses up and sighed, muttering something about how America needed to be great again.

Sunny leaned over and whispered to you. "That's Mr. Armstrong. Whatever you do, don't make him angry!" John then joined in. "Yeah. He's a jerk! One time my dad and him got into a fist fight! I don't know why he hasn't been fired yet." George was the last to speak. "I heard the last time some kid disobeyed him, they got split in two! Damn skunt!" Okay, now you were scared.

The principal stood there for five seconds before giving a fake cough. "Good morning Mr. Armstrong!" the class greeted. "Hmph. That's better. Well as you all know by now we have a new student. You are to show them what being a member of World Marshal is all about and if I catch any of you goofing off then it's straight to detention! Are we clear?" The class then let out a single "Yes sir." and silently prayed for him to leave.

Eventually he walked out and the door clicked, causing you to sigh in relief. "At least it cant get any worse than this!" Suddenly your history teacher walked in. "Oh no, guys it's Sundowner!"

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It turns out that it really could get worse. In front of the class stood Mr. Sundowner, a former veteran from Alabama. Supposedly his legs were blown off so he had artificial limbs attached to his lower joints. You knew this because he would smack other students with them when they gave a wrong answer. One child then raised their hand. "We've been learning about war all week, can we learn something else?" The man gave a fake pout. "C'mon, give war a chance will ya? Or would you rather hear about why I got discharged from the army?" The student then went silent.

"Hmm. That's what I thought. Now I'll be nice and change it up a lil bit. Have you kids ever heard of the term genocide?" Your day was now going from bad to worse.

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"Thank God that it's over!" You never wanted to see that man again. You weren't sure how graphic teachers were allowed to be but you were definitely going to ask your father to send in a complaint. You felt sick and used your ten minute break to go vomit in the bathroom. One can only see so many pictures of mass graves, bones and hear about torture until it breaks them and it seems your history teacher was not one of those people.

Sunny gave you a pat on the back and a bottle of water to help you swallow back the bile. "The worst is over now thankfully. Our next teacher is an angel compared to him. Just as long as you don't make her angry…" in walked your math teacher. "I'm impressed that she can walk in those heels!" Suddenly she turned in your direction and narrowed her eyes. "NO TALKING!"

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Luckily you were always decent at math so you didn't have much of a problem. You passed your quiz and Ms. Mistral gave you a sticker of a french terrier. You figured she must like dogs. Those that failed the test received a much harsher treatment. Your teacher was currently using both hands to hit students with rulers. "You imbeciles!" You turned to your friends once she was distracted. "How can she get away with this!?" John then mentioned that everyone knew her and the principal were seeing each other so he let it slide. "This place seems like a giant lawsuit waiting to happen.

Soon the bell rang and recess came. John and George were both trying to be ninjas but they just looked like dorks who watched an episode of Naruto. You then went to see what Sunny was doing. She had her laptop open and was somehow hacking into the United States government. You then sat down on a patch of grass and contemplated your life.

You returned to class and now it was time for your next subject, science. "Oh boy, my favorite!" pipped Sunny. In came an older man who you assumed must be blind due to the cane and prescription glasses. "I hear we have a new student. Just allow me to say that we all welcome you to Denver!" It turns out that this teacher was Mr. Monsoon (You questioned why all of your teachers had weather phenomenons for surnames) and everyone knew less about him than your math teacher. John told you that the reason he became a science teacher was because he used to be involved with the mafia and their drug operations.

Today you were learning about wind and how you can make a tornado in a bottle. You weren't going to lie, this was better than your previous two classes. Now it was on to the next lesson though. "Everyone, pull out your copy of the selfish gene. We're going to be covering memetics again." The class then let out a loud sigh. One child began to boo, letting out "RICHARD DAWKINS SUCKS!" The next thing they knew and their teacher was standing in front of the boy wielding dissection tools. He then leaned down and whispered into his ear. "If you value your life then you'll never speak those words in my class again…" The child gulped, terrorized with fear.

Then he went back to the front of the class like nothing had happened and resumed reading.

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You teacher was giving one of his unprompted speeches again when a students whispered to another. Being blind had heightened his senses so he could hear the two children perfectly. He didn't expect to hear what was about to be uttered. "I'd rather be in Mr. Sundowner's class right now. I know he taught us about Pol Pot torturing people but I swear that this class is actual torture!"

Everyone then noticed their teacher go silent, failing to realize his PTSD had been triggered. Suddenly he started screaming. "STOP! STOP IT!" He was now in a fetal position and sobbing on the floor. "I'll go get the school nurse!" said Sunny. Eventually a balding german man walked in. "Not again…"

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Well science class was cancelled for the time being so you got to go to your last class early. Everyone got changed and then went out on the field to play soccer. You were now going to be introduced to Mr. Rodrigues. He was from Brazil and very muscular. He had a portuguese accent and you thought that he was a model and not really a teacher. He had your class play some games before starting the match. The class was then split up into two teams and you were the goalie. Luckily George was on your team and was rather good at soccer.

"Alright everyone, let's dance!" Mr. Rodrigues then blew his whistle. The game had suddenly turned into a fierce battle with bloodshed. Students donned bruises and scrapes but your teacher seemed proud instead of concerned. The ball soon hit George in the abdomen, causing a loud "SKUNT!" to be heard. Now it was up to you to stop that ball. You jumped up and caught it with your face, the ball going so fast that it had a golden glow. Sadly it was too strong and the ball ended up decapitating you.

"Shit!" cursed your former teacher. Your class then buried you and planted a cherry tree in your honour.

[just-some-random-blogger]

I HAD ANOTHER IDEA

Morpheus and badass warrior/Valkyrie reader like they're almost his height and more muscle-y and a super good fighter and Morpheus kinda likes when they manhandle him and get a lil rough but he's supernaturally strong too so he can fight back a bit and they get all riled up 🥵🥵

Headlock Of Love

Dream of the Endless x Valkyrie!Reader

Summary: Matthew was making a log of every interaction between you and his master. In an exciting turn of events, the whole of The Dreaming, upon learning of this log, began placing their bets on their favored fighter. The conflict of the bet? Which of you will realize you both like each other first.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Dense!Dream & Reader, tall buff and hot!reader, crackfic, fluff, typos.

A/N: GIRL YOU ARE SUCH A BAD INFLUENCE WITH YOUR REQUESTS YOU KNOW I HAVE HOMEWORK GRRRR. It's not funny i've got school. /: but i guess i should thank you for this cause the other dream req i finished was depressing T_T if you read it T_T tell me what you think. ALSO BESTIE YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE TO FINISH THIS BEFORE REQUESTING AGAIN [foams in the mouth] AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR IT BECAUSE THAT REQ WAS SO CUTE AND I have TO WRITE IT 🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓 THE POLICE ARE COMING FOR YOU respectfully disrespectfully looking sir (the gif is so large to T_T) Tagging: @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 [@pinksirensong btw do you seriously want me to tag you in everything????]

"No," Matthew squawks at Lucienne, "no, you're lying."

Lucienne shakes her head as Matthew cocks his head the way birds do at the sound of laughter echoing in the library. The raven hops on the table as he watches his master and the Valkyrie recount whatever it was they were recounting.

"My lord," Lucienne interrupts them, causing them to turn to each to her in sync, "I have found the book you are looking for."

"Ah yes," Dream nods, extending his hand out to the librarian, "thank you, Lucienne."

"Thank you, Lucienne," I echo, turning back to Dream, "you did not have to go through the trouble," I turn back to her, "both of you."

Lucienne smiles and simply nods.

"I am sure Lucienne would agree sharing knowledge is never a trouble," Dream smiles.

"He's freaking smiling," Matthew mutters under his breath, making Lucienne shoot him a dirty look.

"Especially not for my favorite Valkyrie."

"Favorite Valkyrie, Loosh!" Matthew whisper-yells.

Lucienne rolls her eyes, "They have been like this for centuries-- millennium."

"Do not say that to my sisters, my lord," I chuckle at Dream's sentiment.

"Well, I do not have to mind myself. I do not find the need to converse with any other Valkyrie anyway."

"He does not find the need to converse with any-" Matthew is cut off by Lucienne's dark expression.

Log 1: A Battle of Hypotheticals

Lucienne eyed Matthew hotly, muttering under her breath, repeatedly, "don't do it, do not do it, don't you dare do it."

Matthew did it anyway.

"Hey, miss Valkyrie," the raven says, fluttering to my side of my shoulder as I make my way to the throne. I turn to the black feathered creature and smile, "oh, hello, sweet raven. How can I be of assistance?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking," Matthew starts, "you're one of the strongest beings in the galaxy."

My nostrils flare, "I am flattered that you think this."

"So, I was wondering: who would win in a fight between you and Dream?"

I freeze in my place, right in front of Dream who was sitting on his throne. He closes the book in his hand with a loud thud upon hearing Matthew's question.

The two of us begin to get nervous under the King of Dreams' stare.

"I..." I start "would never want to be on the bad side of your master-"

"No I know!" Matthew croaks quickly, making Dream lift his head up, "It's just-- without his powers, I think you could take him."

I turn to Matthew, who was looking down at me from my shoulder. I did not know why he was suddenly telling me this, and I ponder at his words before retorting, "I agree."

"You agree?" Matthew mutters.

Dream's deep voice echoes, "you agree?"

Log 1.2: A Battle of Strength

"This is all your fault," Lucienne sighs, crossing her arms as she watches the king and the warrior ready before them in a 'friendly' sparring match.

"Hey! I thought they'd have some cute banter, then I would-"

"They do not know how to banter!"

"What do you mean they don't know how to banter, that's all they do!"

"That's just how they speak to each other," Lucienne snaps.

"Hey, I didn't think he'd pull out a fucking sword!" Matthew watches Dream as he twisted the massive weapon in his had. It was ridiculously large that, in theory, he should not have been able to lift in the first place. "What the heck even is that- WHY IS IT ON FIRE!?"

Lucienne rolls her eyes.

"Are you certain you can take me while you are unarmed?" Dream asks for the 3rd time as I roll my neck.

"You're not allowed to use your powers, my lord," I stretch my arms, "I would be distressed if I offended you by either holding back or defeating you too quickly."

Dream's laugh is deep and rich, "you know me too well."

Matthew gasps, "You know me too-"

"Oh shut it!" Lucienne cuts off

Log 1.3: Fatality

"Boss," "My lord," & "Dream," is shouted three ways.

"I knew this would happen," Lucienne mutters as she rushes over while Matthew flies over head.

I was on my knees, hunched over the form that was effectively knocked out on the floor with a bloody nose. I was lightly and rapidly slapping his cheek as my other hand holds his head up by his nape, "Dream. Dream. Dream. Dream, wake up."

"Nice shot!" Matthew says, landing right beside his boss' head.

"MATTHEW!" Lucienne and I shout.

Matthew croaks.

It seems the loud shout was enough to wake the Dream Lord.

I let out a sigh of relief when he begins to groan and stir.

"My lord," Lucienne sighs, relaxing, "I warned you that it would be a good idea to do this, even with Dragon's Breath."

Dream does not seem to hear her as he reaches out to touch my cheek, "you've grown stronger through the centuries."

Matthew gasps, "You've grown stronger throu-"

I chuckle as I give him a guilty look, "My lord, I did not intend to-"

"Nonsense," Dream smiles with his teeth, thumb rubbing my cheek, "you were exquisite."

"You were exqui-"

"But your nose is bleeding," I whimper, pulling him up until he was sitting down.

Dream withdraws his hand to wipe his philtrum and smirks at the blood on his hand, "I admit, I did not think it possible to both injure and knock me out in my own realm."

"Dream, I-"

"I thank you for the valuable lesson, my dear."

"I thank you for the valuable-" Matthew could not finish his whispers as Lucienne stomps at him.

Log 245 243 ???

"I told you that it was pointless," Lucienne plainly mutters under her breath as she flips the page of the book she was lazily reading.

No one could hear her though from where she sat at the far end of the long table as the lot of the Dreaming congregated in the library to discuss their bids and bets.

"How are we so sure that your logs are accurate and they haven't already confessed!" Cain accuses Matthew as the rest of the members of the table break out in an uproar.

"Yeah! You could be scamming us for our money!" Abel agrees, pointing a finger.

"Well, maybe because I'm not the one who's taking the bets, and it's Gilbert!" Matthew says snapping at Fiddler Green's human form.

Gilbert clears his throat as everyone at the table turns to him.

"You dirty cheat," Cain says.

Gilbert raises his hands, "I can assure you, Matthew's logs are accurate because I have witnessed most of these logs myself during their strolls in Fiddler's Green."

"I say we shake him down for all the loose change he's got," Mervyn points his gloved finger to Gilbert before crossing his arms, making another uproar resound in the library.

And yet all it takes to silence them was an "oh."

The whole room turns to me.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your meeting," I throw my thumb over my shoulder, "I'll just leave."

"Nonsense," Lucienne stands from her seat, "they were all just leaving, actually. You may continue whatever business it is that you need here."

"Oh, yes," I smile, "I was actually in search for the king. I have word of his-"

"Have you kissed him yet," Cain asks out of nowhere, making me slap my hands on my lips. My eyes grow wide, "I beg your pardon?"

"Cain," Abel warns, shoving him. Cain doesn't give a shit, "I'm only aski-"

"I do not understand why you would accuse me of such a treasonous thing."

"Treason huh," Mervyn shakes his pumpkin head at my words.

We all turn to the side when my name is called out.

My cover my entire lower face with hand when Dream comes up to my side. His brows knit at the looks of me, "are you quite alright."

Everyone but us watches the room when it begins to darken.

Dream, once he is stood before me, shoots a dark glare to his side, making everyone evade his look, "did they say something to offend you?"

I feel my body begin to burn in embarrassment at his words. When Dream turns back to me and reaches out to touch my arm, I flinch then run away.

A breath leaves him as he watches, and soon enough, his form begins to grow bigger. If that did not strike fear in you, I don't know what will.

"IT WAS ABEL!" Cain shouts, pointing to his brother, "ABEL ASKED HER IF SHE KISSED YOU YET!!!"

"What?" Abel helplessly mutters.

Dream's voice reverberates the entire Dreaming, "what?"

[silvermistanimelover]

Bombs and Lazers (Crackfic)

Soooo... I wrote this lil’ crackfic a while ago, but it never saw the light of day. So here! Enjoy.

Time sighed as he pulled himself together. This was a new Hyrule. Perhaps they were there for a new Link? 

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Twilight turned towards his mentor. 

“A new hero?”

“Yep.” 

“It’s been a while! I’m excited! What do you think he’s like?” Wind bounced happily on his feet. 

“Who knows?” Legend kicked a rock. “I just hope they’re not too energetic.” 

Not a moment later, a massive explosion blew debris miles into the air. The ground shook and the heroes crouched to keep from falling over.

“What the fuck?!” Wind cried out, only to receive a light cusp upside the head, courtesy of Sky. 

“Language.” 

“Yes, mom.” He stuck out his tongue. 

“Someone might be in trouble, we need to go look.” Twilight stated after a moment. The heroes quickly rushed over to see a small group of bokoblins running for their lives. 

At first, all they saw was a strange robotic creature. It glowed blue and had one large eye and legs like a spider. Then, they saw the guy riding it. “Whoop! Yeah! You almost got ‘em! Go Zelds!” He called out, a large grin on his face. 

“Your aim’s improving! Go wild, Link!” A female voice made them look up, where they saw a blonde girl riding a similar robot that was flying. 

“What… the fuck am I seeing?” Time muttered under his breath. 

“I’mma firin ma laser!” The man called out with a cackle as a powerful beam fired straight at the fleeing monsters. They screeched as they were thrown several hundred meters into the air. 

“DOCTOR OCTAGONAPUS RAAAAA!!” The girl screamed out in glee as she shot at the flying monsters. 

The heroes just stood there at the crest of the hill as the fields before them lit aflame. With dawning horror, Time belatedly realized that the man had called the girl ‘Zelds’, and she had called him ‘Link’. 

“No.” Legend immediately responded, turning away. “Nope. Nu uh. Not gonna happen.” 

“I’m with Legend on this one.” Warriors gulped. “That’s a gremlin.” 

“THIS BITCH EMPTY!” Link cackled as he threw more monsters into the air. 

“MOTHERFUCKING YEET!” Zelda matched his cackle with one of her own as she threw the monsters across the goddessdamned forest. 

“Hylia? Do we have to?” Time asked the sky. A brief flicker of lightning in the distance answered his question and he wanted to cry. 

“Oh, hey! There’s people over there!” Zelda cried out suddenly, pointing towards them. Link tilted his head and abandoned his game of monster hunting. Dear Hylia, was that a Lynel running for its life?! 

“Hiya! You look new. Who’re you?” He asked, jumping off his… ride. 

“Er… you are… Link, right?” Sky asked hesitantly. 

“Yep. And if—look bananas!” 

“I’m sorry, what?” Four blinked. 

“Good, you aren’t Yiga. So, you were saying?” 

“Uh… we’re heroes from across time. And we wanted to know—” 

“Fuck this.” Legend huffed, cutting off Sky. “Hylia wants you to join us in traveling across time and space to fight overpowered monsters.” 

Link blinked at him for a long moment. “Yeah, cool I’m in. Yolo, right?” 

“Yowhat?” Wind looked as confused as the rest of them. 

“Oh, that’s right. If you’re from different times…” His eyes widened. “Zelda, they don’t know what a meme is!!” 

“Well, then, you’ll just have to show them.” She shrugged. When had she gotten there? 

“Right.” Link held up some kind of glowing tablet. “This is a Slate. Sheikah technology. With this, we’ve discovered something called the internet. And the internet holds memes and epic bouts of human stupidity.” He grinned. “And I can’t wait to record more.” 

“I don’t understand.” Warriors frowned. 

“It’s all cool.” Link smirked. “Just wait till I show you nyan cat.” 

Time was going to kill that goddess.

[hermit-pistol]

conspiracies and confessions (mista x reader)

This is for @honey-pea as the result of the 100 follower raffle! Yes it’s goofy...but I love it so- enjoy!  :>

You never thought that you would ever become a member of a gang, yet here you are. When Bruno Bucciarati asked you, just a common pickpocket, to become a member of Passione, you couldn't believe it. 

"You're joking, right?" 

"Passione is no joke. I think that you would fit in well. While we may have differing backgrounds, I treat my gang like family." 

He wasn't joking about that, once you passed Polpo's test and gained a "stand" of your very own, the other members of the gang welcomed you, surprisingly.

There was Narancia, an energetic young boy, Fugo, a little reserved in nature, Abbacchio, who hated your guts (or so you thought, anyway), and Mista. 

Oh, Mista. 

You probably got along the best with him. You two had the most in common, he was just so easy to talk to! More often than not you would be up until the early hours of the morning giggling about some stupid internet videos or chatting about the latest gossip. 

You would be lying to yourself if you said there were times where you thought of him as more than a friend. But, you didn't want to spoil the good relationship that you already had, although it may have been platonic in nature. 

Until then, you appreciated what you had.

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It had been a little over a year since you joined Bruno's gang, and you could say that you had really found your home there. Another member had joined as well, going by the name of Giorno Giovanna. He was good, strong both physically and mentally, and was your team's secret weapon as of late. 

Given the nature of the missions from the boss lately, your group had been living in a tiny room inside of a turtle for longer than you would have liked. Between missions, everyone was grumpy and irritable, either camping out on the couches or floor or complaining that there weren't enough drinks in the mini-fridge. 

It also didn't help that Trish Una, the boss' daughter that they were in charge of protecting... was extremely demanding. 

After a couple of weeks of living in the furthest thing from paradise, Bruno decided that it was time for a change. 

"I've booked us a place for a couple of nights." It seemed as if everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. "It's only fair since we've been working so hard lately." 

"Is there a pool?? I wanna go swimming!" Narancia all but yelled as he stood up from where he was slumped on the couch, excitement shone in his eyes. 

"Did you get a hotel, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. 

"I didn't, the boss did. He's looked so favorably upon us that we each get our own rooms too." He raised his eyebrows, which could barely be seen behind his bangs. "Pretty neat, huh?" 

"It's about time that we got some reward for our hard work!" Mista pumped his fist into the air. Sex Pistols cheered as well, probably at the thought of all the gourmet food that they were about to eat. 

"When do we get to go?" You asked, never looking up from your book. You had started it that morning. 

"Tonight, actually. Be ready to check-in in about an hour or so." You could hear a loud 'YAY' from under Mista's hat. How cute! 

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Within the next hour, you were laying on a plush hotel bed, continuing your reading. Bruno, Giorno, Trish, and Abbacchio were relaxing in their own rooms, but you distinctly remember Narancia saying that he was going to drag Mista and Fugo into the swimming pool. He had also asked you to go, but at that time you had found that you preferred the quiet company of a book compared to screaming children (Narancia included) at a public pool. 

It was about the paranormal, one of your favorite subjects. Nothing beats reading about creepy facts in a hotel room in the early evening, right? Your mind was racing when you heard a knock on the door. 

Throwing your book on the bed, you padded along the plush carpeting to the doorway, looking outside the peephole. It was Mista, looking around. A big smile crept onto your features as you undid the deadbolt. "Helloooo~ welcome to my crib." You giggled at your stupidity. 

Thankfully, Mista appreciated your goofy sense of humor. "You dork, if you're gonna talk to me like that for the rest of the night I should probably leave." He said in a serious tone, obviously joking. 

"Yeah, be my guest." You settled back into your comfy spot in the middle of the bed. "I thought that you were going to be at the pool with the other guys?" 

"Eh, I told them that I would join them in a little bit. The Pistols wouldn't stop complaining about wanting to see you, though." He took off his hat momentarily to let out his mischievous stand. They circled around you chanting your name. "We've missed you!" they spoke in unison. 

"I saw you all yesterday. Talk about clingy." You giggled. "I've just been reading." 

"Ooh what about?" Mista asked as he sat down on the bed next to you. You always loved when he was interested in your hobbies.

"It's about creepy stuff. Did you know that if you wake up in the middle of the night it could be because your body senses someone was staring at you?" 

"I did not, but that's absolutely terrifying." He let out a nervous laugh. "Uh...now that the adrenaline is kicking in we should read it together. I didn't need sleep tonight anyways." 

"Good idea." You opened the book, with the Sex Pistols nestling themselves in between the two of you. 

After reading for about 30 minutes or so, Mista pointed out one interesting fact himself. He was so close to you, and you hoped that he didn't hear your racing heart. 

"It says that to avoid the influences of mind control, you should craft a hat out of...tinfoil?" Pffft. "Y/N I know what we have to do now." 

"Oh yeah? Where are we gonna get it? I most certainly don't have any tinfoil on me..." 

"Abbacchio. He has to have some. He does all sorts of crazy shit to his hair." You shrugged your shoulders. You decided to let him take responsibility as the two of you left your room to make the short walk down the hall. 

One embarrassing encounter later, you had learned that Abbacchio did not have your 'fucking stupid tinfoil' and proceeded to cuss you out accordingly.

Luckily, the little convenience store down the road carried some. You picked up a pair of scissors as well, and were soon walking back to the hotel laughing about what was to come. 

"Okay Pistols, do you guys want hats too?" Mista asked once the two of you had returned to the room. They all squealed with joy. Well, there was your answer. 

You un-boxed the scissors and started cutting the first strip of the foil. It made such a satisfying sound. 

You started with 6 small strips for each of the pistols. Once they were cut, you formed the easily-malleable substance into small cones. 

"C'mere guys." You placed each one on their heads, which fit perfectly. Next you set to work making two larger ones for Mista and yourself. 

"Mista look at me!" Number 7 floated around the comforter.

"MEEESTA! Number 3 ripped my hat!" Number 5 cried as he sat on your shoulder. The thought of knowing that he wouldn't be susceptible to mind control comforted him even though his hat was’t in the best condition.

You stopped your work and examined his hat. "Number 5, it looks fine to me. Big Brother won't pierce your brain waves today. Dry those tears." 

"O-okay." He sniffled. By this point you had finished the hats. You and Mista decided to take pictures of each other to see how ridiculous you looked. 

"I look like a pointy toe." You laughed out loud as you walked to the bathroom mirror. "Let's take a picture together!" 

"Alright." He was at your side, and just before you took the picture he decided to sling an arm around you. In the moment you jumped, therefore ruining the picture. "Lemme see! You gotta send this to me." 

You looked at the result of your stupidity: a blurry picture produced by shaky hand syndrome. "Uh, let's take another one." You readied your camera, determined to make memories. 

This time when Mista put his arm around you you didn't even flinch. It felt...natural. 

The two of you were having a good time until the power went out. You could barely see your hand in front of your face, and the Pistols started screaming. "M-mista!" You could hear the whimpers of Number 5 from the other room. 

"I'm coming guys!" Mista called. "Y/N gimme your hand." You reached around the bathroom blindly, and instead made contact with his exposed midriff. Oops. 

"Sorry, sorry!" You could hear the humility in your voice as you trailed your touch over his arm to eventually reach his hand. It felt quite warm. Yours were just clammy from being a nervous wreck. 

Soon all of you were huddled together on the bed again, using cell phones for lighting. "A hotel having a power outage..seems a little strange, don't you think?" You asked. 

"Is this our next conspiracy?" Mista smirked. You still couldn't take him seriously with his tinfoil hat on. 

"Yes, Mista. The conspiracy of the idiot in the hotel room. How spooky." Your heart stopped when you heard the scratching on the door. 

"W-what was that."

"You're asking me?" Through the dim phone screen lights, you could see a worried expression cross his handsome features. "I guess that means that we have to check it out." 

"We? This is all you buddy." You gave him a playful shove, although the tone present in your voice was anything but. 

Mista got up and straightened out his outfit. He walked up to the peephole on shaky legs. "There's..no one here." He breathed a sigh of relief. 

"That's weird." You relaxed a little, the Pistols curling up in your arms, tinfoil hats scratching you.

That's when the thumping started. 

Mista was still at the door terrified. "Come here!" You mouthed, and he wasted no time in sprinting back to the bed. "Mista, I'm kind of freaked out." 

"It's okay, I am too." He opened his arms, inviting you in. You fell into them without a second thought. The Pistols joined in as well, and soon all of you were a giant ball of cuddling and crinkled tinfoil. 

You felt his heart race as you pressed your ear against his chest. You figured that since you might not get another opportunity like this you might as well confess your blossoming feelings. 

"Mista I have something to say..." His dark eyes bore into yours. 

"Sure, what's up?" The thumps were growing louder and more frequent now. 

"I really enjoy spending time with you, and you've really helped me find my place in Passione. You're definitely the member that I've grown closest to and I appreciate that, but over the past year, I've realized that maybe..." You tightened your grip on his torso.

"Maybe what? That you have romantic feelings?" 

You were shocked. "Well, you took the words right out of my mouth." The Pistols let out a collective 'oooh'. You could have sworn that you heard a distinct, 'Mista has a girlfriend~' taunt coming from one of them...probably Number 3.

The thumping was so loud at this point, you let out a scream holding onto Mista for dear life. It seemed as if the door were about to fall off of its hinges. The door eventually swung open violently. With the intensity that it had made contact with the wall you could tell that the flimsy hotel drywall was cracked. 

The lighting provided by the emergency exit signs brought out the outline of a figure, with a flowing garb and...ears? 

Thoughts were racing through your head. You whispered over to Mista, watching the figure carefully, "I think I know what that is, I read about it in my book earlier. Page 343. It's a catboy." 

"A catboy?! What...I thought those were only-" 

"A cryptid? A figment of the imagination? Me too, but we are not your average goons. We are prepared," Your eyes looked up, indicating to your hats, "I think we should rush him. The book says that they're not that violent." 

"I'm following you on this one Y/N." He was too scared to look at the figure standing in the doorway. It was surprising that it hadn't yet made a move. 

"Okay, 3.." 

"2.."

"1.. CHARGE!" Mista leapt off of the bed and ran up to the creature, tackling him to the floor, his tinfoil hat flying off.

"TAKE THAT CATBOY!" You screamed as the two wrestled on the ground, and as if on cue the lights turned back on. 

"Get off of me!" The figure turned out to be Giorno Giovanna, wearing a robe and hair curlers. "Why are you attacking me Mista, why are all of you wearing those ridiculous hats, and most importantly why am I a catboy?" You could sense the anger in his voice, which was very uncharacteristic of him since he was usually so level-headed. 

"I-" you started, taking off your hat and shamefully placing it on the bed. "We were just having a little bit of fun. Then the power turned off and we got paranoid. I'm sorry Giorno." 

"I noticed the power went out so I went to check on everyone else, I did not expect to have you lock me out of your room and then be tackled to the floor." Giorno adjusted one of his rollers that had fallen out of place due to the beatdown. 

"Sorry man, let's talk about it tomorrow morning? When emotions aren't getting in the way." Mista gave a goofy grin, and Giorno rolled his eyes in response and bid them a barely audible 'good night' as he walked down the hallway. 

Once again, it was just you, Mista, and the Pistols. At least the lights were back on again. "You're gonna have to explain that catboy thing to him later, he seemed very disturbed." 

"Will do, but back to earlier-" He sat back down on the bed with you, grabbing your hand softly. "Did you really mean all those things you said?" 

"I really did, there's no one else that I would rather be an idiot with, idiot." You laughed and placed your discarded tinfoil hat onto his head. 

The Pistols cheered, with Number 5 shedding a few tears in the process, "Man, I just love a happy ending." 

"I think that a sleepover is in order?" You playfully nudged him. 

"Count me in."

[smutsonian]

Can we get some more ransom it up in here please

Drabble about the reader being more stubborn than Ransom

Warning/s: this is a crackfic idek where this shit came from, not proofread, fluff? & spoiler-free

A/N: Hey y’all can send some prompts or something and I can make a lil drabble about it! Requests are always open so yeah… Hope this drabble is okay 

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Y/N walks around the enormous house, chewing on a piece of nuggets she ordered at McDonald’s. She bought 10 boxes of nuggets. Yes, she’s got an addiction.

Ransom just got out of the bedroom and spotted her on the kitchen counter, scrolling through her phone while she stuffed her face with the said nuggets. He smiled at the adorable view and walked towards her. 

“How’s my beautiful girl this fine morning?” He greeted, snatching the piece of nugget out of her hand and popping it in his mouth.  

Y/N dramatically lets go of her phone, ignoring the cracking of the screen as it fell on the floor and looked at his boyfriend with a blank expression. “Did you just…” she blinks up at him. Ransom smirks at her as he licks his fingers. Her face turned into an adorable scowl as she hopped off the counter and poked at his chest, pushing him backward. “How dare you fucking steal my McNuggets!” She screeched. Ransom raised an eyebrow at her, tilting his head in amusement. Instead of easing the tension, he decided to play with fire because that’s just how Ransom is.

“It’s not even that good, sweetheart.” He smirks. Y/N scoffed and huffed, looking like a child who wasn’t able to get the toy she wanted.

“KFC is so much better. Besides, you still got like five boxes of nuggets left…” Ransom made a move to cradle her face but she slapped his hands away.

“I want to break up.” she looks at him as his smirk falls into a frown.

“Y-You’re breaking up with me because of McNuggets?” He looked at her as if she was insane.

She only nodded in response, holding her head high. 

“But you got a lot of boxes left… I only took one!” His cocky persona crumbled apart, being replaced with a mixture of sadness and panic.

“Yeah… But you don’t touch my shit! Buy yourself Kentucky shit, for all I care!” She turned away from him and took another piece of a nugget.

Ransom watched her quietly as she ignored him. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I-” he got cut off by Y/N walking away from him and into the living room. Ransom followed her like a lost puppy.

“A-are you really breaking up with me?” He stutters out which is really out of character but when it comes to Y/N, it’s normalcy. 

Y/N looks at him in confusion and frowned. “What? No. Where’d you even get that idea?” She smiled at his surprised face. “B-but you said… The nuggets…” Ransom couldn’t find the right words as he stuttered out random words. Y/N walked towards him, a nugget in hand and sat on his lap. She shoved the nugget into his mouth softly, to which he gladly accepted. “I was upset. Don’t believe anything I say when I’m upset.” She grinned cheekily at him as his face sported a cheery smile for the first time in the span of ten minutes. 

“But don’t try to steal my McNuggets ever again.” She scolded, pointing a finger at him.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Ransom saluted and smiled as he saw Y/N giggling. He kissed her nose and then gave her a loving kiss to which she reciprocated almost immediately.

Ransom might be stubborn but Y/N beats him at that. It doesn’t matter anyway because he’s willing to put up with it anytime and any day. He loves her too much to let her go.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

ur new url omggg <3 i got so confused for a second lmao fic author asks 12, 16, 21, 29, 30!! :)

Me: send me asks for this ask game!!

Also me: *forgets to reply until days later* akshsksj HELLO JEANNE AND THANK U SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 💞💞💞

12. What’s the weirdest fic you’ve ever written?

LMAOOOOO okay it’s somewhere on the depths of this blog but I wrote a HSMTMTS/Glee crossover one shot once where Finn meets Nini because the East High kids are transferred to McKinley and yes it is PURE crackfic

16. What’s your favorite trope?

Best friends to lovers. Nothing, and I mean fucking NOTHING gives me more dopamine straight to the noggin I swear. They’re just. God they’re so stupid and lovable. So stupid. So. So. So. So. Stupid, I LOVE IT

21. Your biggest strength?

I’ve been told I write humor and secondary characters really well! I’m kind of inclined to agree because I always have the most fun bringing in secondary characters and letting them make the scene a lil wacky

29. Which of your fics was the hardest to write?

I did get stuck on Here We Go Again around chapters 16A-16/B for a while just because they (and that entire story really) were so personal to me and hit a little close to home, so it was hard to pull myself out of the headspace that “you have to write this very soul bearing plot line and then put it out into the world for people to see and they might absolutely fucking hate it”. Especially since when I was writing it, I was jobless and in quarantine and it was kind of all I had going for me lmao, so yeah it was a little hump for me to get over, but I did! And I think people seemed to like those chapters which was so nice 💞

30. Favorite fic writers?

I’m a god damned slut for klaineanummel, and I would (and I think have???) read literally anything and everything @byebyeblainey would write (PSA: check out her new WIP “A Pinch Of Salt” if you haven’t already because it is JUST SO FUCKING GOOD!!!) I love the way @kurtstinypurse’s mind works, and although I still need to catch up on the DWOHT Google docs, I cannot fucking WAIT for anything else @somefeministtheatrepls writes because you bet your left ass cheek it’s gonna be fucking fantastic (and probably hurt like a bitch! She’s the reason anything I’ve written in the past year is so fucking angsty!!!)

Those are just the ones off the top of my head, and considering our fandom is TEN FUCKING YEARS OLD???? we are so lucky to have new people creating content every day! It’s fucking wild!!

Thanks so much for the ask!! 💞💞💞

[elanska]

wip list

quick note to self:

- angst fic about chewie background = in definite hiatus since October last year (chewie refuse to cooperate even though we cried all day, damn he’s cold)

- crackfic about chewie, spy training, and how to seduce target = kinda in progress (chewie still refuse to cooperate, but it’s okay, since this crackfic,we’ll find a way. we already got the appropiate cat picture for this fic, just need to research spy seduction technique and hope the link wouldn’t somehow end me to porn)

- crackfic OC daily arc created to harass Tsuna = yassssssss. despite the latest in queue, somehow got more wordcount than the others. HOWEVER..!

- romantic fluff Hibari fic = how the fuck we got into this mess?! you know we only make angst or crackfic (b...b...but the bird is scary) fuck! we don’t scared of mere birds, we don’t have any avian phobia to say of! (uh, considering we’ll be crossing the street to avoid goose (not the cat, as in geese, real geese) I’d say we do) yeah, but that because they’re murder machine, we’re not afraid of cute lil’ wee bird

(okay, see 4th post down)

what?...........................................

........................ WHAT THE FUCK??!! WHAT THE FREAKIN FUCCCKKKKK??!!!!!!!

(yeah remember days ago, we’re promising romantic fic to a creature that had been trained by psychopath killer only to became favorite pet by another ummm...socially awkward person (yes, we’re biased), then you spending time procrastinating on the internet? and then we find the picture of cute wee lil’ bird carrying motivational props in our dashboard? coincidence? I think not. you better start writing that fic now)

but i don’t know anything about writing romance fluffy fic! do you really think you can put Hibari in shoujo mangas? we might be insane but we’re not exactly suicidal!

(*peeking at window* I think I see that bird inching closer*)

Ffffffuuuu.............okay, time for quick cheat! think of shoujo cliche things!

 Tragic Death or Accident = yessss, our playing field! are you this is shoujo cliche and not some kind of trap? (uh yes, kinda, but if the bird threatened us just to embarass him, I think it want a happy end. Cross this for now)

Childhood friend/new friend/rival =  *point and laugh* hahahahah no, not if you value your life, rival guys

the ex/arranged fiancee = *burst out laughing*

Bishoujo prince = um, hibari actually pretty average, but yeah i think he has lots of fans. Like the dsciplinary commitee guys. but I secretly thinks these guys will support any love life of their precious chairman 

Possibly siblings = sorry not into incest (what the fuck shoujo? seriously how come this is cliche?)

Crappy best friend  = nuh-uh, Kusakabe is the best battle buttler in this series, second only to gokudera 

Clumsy/Clueless shoujo heroine = uh yes, we already use this premise, now we need the scene. Gimme a scene guys!

Rain scene = ..straight into my lap. A...are you reading my mind shoujo cliche list? o...okay, let’s see the other things

Kabedon = doesn’t think Hibari will ever kabedon’ed hibird...,girl! I meant girl! but will put into reseve list

first kiss = that’s one fucking big hurdle straight from the start, shoujo cliche list, why are you pushing me so hard. fffffffff impossible! impossible!

okay, since my mind is blown, I think I need extension time for the deadline *glance nervously to the 4th post* It...it’s my bedtime, really!

[dyketectivecomics]

{{ Fandom asks: F? J (if there is one)? M/N? V (I gotta call you out honestly)? W?~ Y (if you even have one)? Aaaand... Z!

hooooo boy, this is a LOT and I LOVE it, but we’re gonna put it under a cut so i don’t stretch everyone’s dashes ok? ok.

F- longest i’ve been in a fandom would have to be 5 in online years, but like. if we can count talking and making art and playing with other kids who fuckin’ LOVED TT like i did, then easily 13+ yrs. I’ve been in deep man. I’m counting it.

J- Bombshells? Bc i hadn’t even heard of it till tumblr and probably only would’ve stumbled upon it by reading up on it somewhere else otherwise. I know there’s not necessarily a ‘fandom’ just for that line, but dammit! it DESERVES ITS OWN FANDOM UGH

M/N- I’ll pair this one up too bc idk if i strictly have a fav fanartist rn, but i am OVER THE MOON over squiddy’s writing. G O D. i need to read her damirae stuff soon, bc i know i’ll love it, i just don’t like fic for them in general yknow? i’ve got Personal conflict with shipping damirae that i won’t get into here

V- ZIRA THATS NOT FAIR YOU KNOW THE ANSWER. yeah I’m completely incapable of watching something and NOT shipping SOMEONE. i mean, it took a good 20+ issues for me to start shipping cass with other characters in this reading of batgirl but DAMMIT ITS NOT LIKE I WAS PRESENTED WITH MANY OPTIONS BUT STILL AHH

W- 5 charas from 5 fandoms-Raven, TT03 (obvsly) - Zatanna, Bombshells - Oracle, Arkhamverse - Robin/Nightwing, YJ aaaaaaand - Wonder Woman, DCEU. idk, its hard to divide up DC into more particular fandoms sometimes AND YETi just realized i probably could’ve pulled from the arrowverse too shit, can i add Alex Danvers bc I love that funky lil lesbian.

Y-No real ships in the YJ fandom. if I’m being totally honest? like, yeah there’s stuff all around that I’m like ‘sure ok thats cute’ abt (like, i’ve reblogged a little Chalant if i remember right) but???? honestly, YJ is so damn plot heavy & the relationships are given such a surface level treatment overall, its just boring trying to ship while watching. the fandom def supplies more shipping than what the source material offers IMHO

Z- RAMBLE TIME:it still makes me so sad when????? people like but don’t reblog ur work, or reblog and don’t give comments in the tags or on the work or just?????? and i get it I GET IT. sometimes ur just too tired or cant put the energy into giving feedback, sure. i’ve been there plenty of times myself but???? its so fucking AWESOME when someone DOES give feedback and just that little push that little bit of ‘hey, here’s what you made me think!’ its such a damn high. the best feedback i’ve ever received was on a piece that i did for theater that i revamped and shared on FF.net. it only got 4 reviews and THOSE WERE HANDSDOWN THE BEST COMMENTS I EVER RECIEVED they were so thoughtful and reactive and just. i quite writing after that piece for the longest time bc it really made me stop and think abt what i was doing as a writer (i’d done so many crackfics until that one and one Highly Ambitious fix-it fic that never panned out bc it was Hella self indulgent) and just, even now I look back on that piece and wonder if i’ll ever get feedback like that again? rn btwn a couple of y'all i get really awesome comments. but i really want to write something that brings back that feeling for someone yknow? that makes them want to start a conversation about these characters and these ideas and just

ok thats getting to be so damn much and i want to GO AND WRITE AGAIN SO WE”LL STOP THERE AAHHHHHH