#you can write gen... without making them break up ...

[bisexualdinahlance]

Why are so many people in the fandom (at least from seeing the fics they write) obsessed with breaking up percabeth. Like half the time I see it now isn't even bc they ship either of them with anyone else but they are just.... Breaking them up. Even saw a fic today labeling them platonic soulmates which was just? Weird to me? Like what's the point lol. Especially bc plenty of fics seem to feel the need to justify and point it out and explain it all away too instead of just like not mentioning them having dated or broken up. Idk there's just something weird about it all????

[rainystudios]

I implore all of you to please respect the artists around you. The Generative AI debate has always been good at one thing and that's revealing who doesn't respect artists and wants to use them as a means to an end. This comes down to just basic consent and respect for boundaries. Even when artists just bring up how they would like to have the power to opt out of data training (have legal protection if their work is scraped and transparency in data processes to ensure it hasn't) or be fairly compensated for their work being scraped by a multi-million or billion dollar company, they're called entitled gatekeepers. You're welcome to give your art, photos or writing to AI companies for free if you want, but others should be able to opt out or be paid.

All of these artists (none of whom are by any means rich and may even be actively struggling to afford necessities) are being treated with contempt, as if they're the elite 1% and access to art is impossible (there are hundreds if not thousands of small local artists that can be hired by small businesses for instance). It is disheartening to see so many people telling artists, many of whom have spent decades honing their crafts that they should be happy they're going un-credited and uncompensated. In any other case with copyright infringement or plagiarism an artist's ability to protect their work has been the norm for over a century, it shouldn't be any different now.

Artists should have say over what happens with their work, just as everyday people should have say over what happens with their own personal photos and likeness. If someone specifically took photographs of you and your family without permission and mixed them together to make "new" people for their advertisements, you probably wouldn't like that very much (and yes that is also happening. Gen AI doesn't just scrape art, it scrapes photos and doesn't discern between what's an ethical photo and what's not ((i.e., photos that would break the law to be in possession of, lets say))).

If your company model solely relies on unlimited access to everyone's art, writing, photos and likeness for free without permission and while deliberately violating personal boundaries, maybe your model shouldn't exist.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Magic Systems

Magic - change wrought through unnatural means

Most fantasy can be placed along a spectrum where there are 3 main points: soft magic at one end, hard magic at the other, and a middle ground between the two.

Soft Magic

Magic that is not well-defined for the reader.

Generally, we don’t understand where the magic comes from, who can use it, or what its limitations are.

Readers can see this type of magic being used.

But they can never anticipate when magic will be used in the plot because they can’t begin to guess how it works.

You can’t break a rule if the rules don’t exist!

Most stories that feature this system will have the magic users be secondary characters, allowing them to avoid explaining exactly how the magic works.

It’s also argued that without knowing everything about the magic, it tends to hold more wonder and excitement for readers.

Hard Magic

Has very rigid boundaries.

Readers know where the magic comes from, how it’s used, who uses it, and what its boundaries and limitations are.

We know the limitations of the characters and can understand why they can’t simply magic themselves out of any particular challenge.

Stories with hard magic systems do not need to avoid the main character being a magic-wielder, as they have the capacity to explain to the reader what is going on.

A lot of writers this system because it gives them very explicit guidelines to follow in their plot and creates some more satisfying pay-offs for readers.

The Middle Ground

The meeting point between the soft and hard systems.

We might understand a bit about the way the magic works, but not all our questions are answered.

While most of the content adheres to rules, these rules aren’t fully explored.

This system relies on the reader’s suspension of disbelief.

The main character can be a magic-wielder or not, and it’s up to the writer to determine when magic will be used in terms of plot.

How to Choose a System

You can and should use these guiding principles to build your magic system. Remember that you don’t have to choose one or the other. Your system can draw from aspects of both. Just stay aware of the weaknesses of the path you choose, and ensure you utilize its strengths.

Use a hard magic system if:

You are going to use magic to solve problems

Your audience is accustomed to the tropes of hard magic

You are okay with jumping through hoops to expand your system

Your magic doesn’t convey a theme

Use a soft magic system if:

You want to convey a theme through magic

You want to create a sense of wonder

You want the ability to expand easily

You want to be accessible to a broader audience

Your magic won’t regularly be used to solve problems

Branches of Magic

Like most writing processes, there isn’t really a correct place to begin designing a magic system. A common, and efficient, place to start, however, is by choosing what type of magic system(s) you wish to employ, such as:

Nature-based magic: water, earth, fire, air, and everything in between

Divination magic: see beyond sight and peer through time and space

Conjuring magic: move objects through space over any distance

Psychic magic: master the world of the mind

Life and death magic: tap into the very forces of life, death, and un-death with this surprisingly versatile collection

Animal- or creature-exclusive magic: some creatures just do it better

Magitech systems: the blurring lines of sorcery and science give magic a next-gen, high-tech flair

Eclectic magic: it doesn’t have to be “real” magic to have a real effect

Uncommon magic systems: the unsung heroes of fantasy magic

AALC Method

How to create your own magic system using the AALC (Appearance, Abilities, Limits & Cost) Method

Appearance

What the magic looks like

Makes the world feel more exotic

Can cause problems for characters but cannot solve them

Usually tied to a character arc

Abilities

What the magic does

Points calculated based on magical effect, range, number of people affected, and duration

Characters have a finite amount of fuel (mana) to use abilities

More powerful abilities require more fuel

The fuel does not have to be overt for the audience to understand

If points not overt, cannot solve conflicts unless a cost system is added

Limits

Unlimited uses of magical abilities

Abilities stratified in codified levels defined by their limits

The more the levels' abilities and limits are known by the audience, the more they can be used to solve conflicts

Focused on clever uses of abilities against stronger foes

Cost system can be added to enhance dramatic moments

Cost

Costs must be greater than or equal to abilities to make them dramatically satisfying

Costs can include time, exhaustion, materials, sanity, morality, etc.

Adds dilemma to magic by forcing characters to make choices

The greater the character's sacrifice, the more audience satisfaction at conflict resolution

Each system builds on the previous ones, so that Cost Systems use all four, while Point Systems only care about Abilities and Appearance.

Multiple systems can exist within the same story, and systems can harden over the course of the story.

The Force, for instance, has been a Soft, Point, Level, and Cost System depending on who wrote it at the time.

SOFT SYSTEMS (Appearance Only)

Window Dressing - magic for secondary characters; can instigate conflict but cannot solve it; e.g., Gandalf

Soft Villain - No explanation or upper limits needed; makes villains more powerful to make heroes greater underdogs; e.g., The Emperor

Chosen One - Unknown power keeps hero safe throughout story; can be considered plot armor unless earned through character arc

Sort Hero Incomplete - Curse or positive ability the character cannot control; hero still learning limits of ability at story's end; powers and arc continued in next adventure

Soft Hero Complete - Hero embraces ability to complete arc and solve main conflict; magic must become harder in subsequent adventures

POINT SYSTEMS (Appearance + Abilities)

Points Opaque - Non-explicit reservoir of energy fuels powers; cannot solve main problems without cost option because characters finding hidden energy reserve feels like deus ex machina

Points Hard - Both abiliites and points system must be explicit like in video games; becomes about resource management; easy to understand but takes sense of wonder out of magic

LEVEL SYSTEMS (Appearance + Abilities + Limits)

Soft Level Static - Unchanging power without upper limits; cannot solve conflicts because feels repetitive; power must be used cleverly; e.g., Wolverine's healing factor

Soft Level Advancing - Increased powers or new powers with unknown limits; cannot solve conflicts unless tied to a character arc like Soft Hero Complete, at which point "unlocks" new abilities

Hard Level Static - Unchanging abilities with clear-cut limits; can solve conflicts so long as setup is properly seeded, usually resulting in sacrifice; e.g., Genie

Hard Level Advancing - Well-established abilities with limits; can solve conflicts based upon clever uses of abilities, usually against stronger foes; e.g., Airbender

COST SYSTEMS (Appearance + Abilities + Limits + Cost)

Static Cost - Well-established cost remains consistent for each use of ability; can solve conflicts since based on personal sacrifice

Cost Fluctuating - Costs change based upon dramatic need; costs must be greater than or equal to ability; possible costs include lost time, money, sanity, health, memory, life, morality, etc.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 ⚜ Writing Notes ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs Writing Notes: Magic System ⚜ Fictional Items; Poisons ⚜ Fantasy

[noorpersona]

heyy first time requesting from you but i looove your work so if you don’t mind can you please write a timeskip!kenma x female!reader where reader is sick w high fever and kenma takes care of her and everything but two or one n a half day in she starts feeling really needy but is too tired embarrassed to tell kenma but he eventually finds out about what getting her so fussy and moody (other than the fever) and gives her what she longs for🙏🏻🙏🏻 I apologize if this is too long i mean no pressure at all you dont have to do it but i love the way you write fics please make it as long as possible thank youuu<33

I think I've ticked all your boxes hehe NEVER apologize for a request I love every one <333 thank you for your lovely words of encouragement! Enjoy!!!

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Kenma had never liked seeing you sick.

Not in high school, not now, not ever.

He wasn't the overly expressive type—not with words, not even with touch unless prompted—but he was attentive in the quietest, most precise ways. It was in how he brewed your tea with exactly the right amount of honey, how he remembered which corner of the blanket you preferred, how he adjusted the thermostat a degree lower without being asked. It was in how he never once complained when you sneezed directly onto his hoodie and then apologized like you'd committed a crime against humanity.

You'd caught a fever two days ago. High. Dangerous enough to make him drop his controller mid-stream, tell his viewers he was logging off, and shut everything down without a second thought. His fans could wait. You couldn't.

Now you were curled up in bed, cocooned under three layers of blankets, face flushed and eyes watery. Your hair stuck to your temples in damp strands, and your lips were dry despite the water and juice he kept coaxing you to drink. A warm haze clung to you like a second skin.

Kenma sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a clammy strand of hair from your forehead, his brows drawn together with a soft, worried furrow. You looked so small like this. Fragile in a way he hated.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, voice soft.

Your response was a quiet hum—too soft, too weak. Your hand barely moved when you tried to reach for him and gave up halfway through.

He sighed. "I’ll take that as a 'no' then."

He rose and padded barefoot to the bathroom to change the cool compress on your head. When he returned, you winced slightly at the shock of it against your heated skin but gave him the smallest of smiles. That smile was all he needed to stay planted beside you for the rest of the evening.

The first day was simple: fever, rest, more rest. Kenma read to you in a soft voice when you couldn’t sleep, half-watching the screen of his Switch when you drifted off. The second day, the fever didn’t break. Your cough got worse. You started getting whiny—not in a mean way, just more clingy, more fussy. You tossed and turned, grumbled at the blanket for being too heavy and then too thin. Kenma adjusted it each time without complaint, wordlessly refilling your cup when it was empty.

"Don’t leave," you murmured once when he stood up to grab your medicine.

"I’m just going to the kitchen."

"Still. Don’t."

He paused. Then slowly sat back down. "Okay."

You fell asleep not long after, your fingers curled in the fabric of his sleeve like a tether.

By the start of the third day, the fever had started to dip, but something was off. Not worse—just different. You were moody. Restless. Your eyes kept drifting toward him, then away. You fiddled with your sleeves, pulled your legs up under the blankets only to stretch them back out a moment later. You weren’t saying much, but when you did, it was to complain—your pillow was too soft, your tea was too sweet, your shirt was itchy.

Kenma didn’t mind. He never minded when it came to you. But the inconsistency in your behavior pinged in the back of his mind like a notification he couldn’t swipe away.

By mid-afternoon, he closed his game console and leaned forward, placing it gently on the nightstand. His golden eyes watched you with subtle intensity as you fiddled with the edge of your blanket.

"Okay," he said flatly. "You’ve been squirmy and weird all day. Spill."

Your eyes widened, and your face—already flushed from the fever—somehow turned redder. You immediately turned your face into the pillow.

He waited.

You groaned. "It’s nothing. I’m just... tired."

He didn’t buy it. Not for a second. "You’re not tired. You’re needy."

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Kenma blinked, letting the silence stretch for a moment as he watched you squirm. His voice dropped lower, a little softer, more curious than accusatory. "...That it?"

You buried your face deeper into the pillow, voice muffled and near-incomprehensible.

"What was that?"

You turned just enough to peek at him with one eye, your lip trembling slightly. "I just... I wanna be held. But I’m gross and sweaty and disgusting, and I didn’t wanna bother you."

Kenma stared at you for a long beat. Then he gave a soft sigh, scooting closer until his knees bumped the side of the mattress.

"Move over."

Your eyes widened again. "But—"

"You think I care about sweat?"

"I literally sneezed in your hair yesterday."

"You did," he admitted. "And I’m still here."

You shifted slowly, cautiously, your heart fluttering like the fever had sparked all over again. Kenma climbed into bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He was careful not to press against you too hard at first, but once you leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around you with a slow, deliberate tenderness, pulling you close until your head rested just beneath his chin.

You melted.

The warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers settled gently against your spine and started tracing soft, grounding lines—it was everything you hadn’t been able to ask for.

"Better?" he murmured.

Your voice cracked. "Yeah."

He kissed the top of your head, barely a brush of lips against fever-damp hair. "Next time, just say it. I can’t read your mind, you know."

You made a weak, embarrassed sound. "I didn’t want to be annoying."

"You’re always annoying," he mumbled, brushing his thumb against your arm. "But you’re mine. So it’s fine."

Despite the congestion, the soreness in your throat, the heat in your cheeks—you laughed. A breathy, tired little sound that still managed to be real.

He felt your smile against his collarbone.

Kenma held you tighter.

Neither of you moved for a long time. Minutes passed, then maybe an hour. Eventually, you dozed off in his arms, breathing soft and slow, and Kenma didn’t dare shift or get up.

He stayed right there, running his fingers along your back, as the fever began to retreat.

The medicine was working.

But more than that, you had finally let yourself rest in the place you needed most.

With him.

[roseglass-writings]

NSFW Elliott headcannons

'Hi, um could I request Elliott nsfw headcanons with a female reader? Please and thank you!' - Anonymous

Hello! Thank you for the request, sorry it took me so long :) I hope you enjoy them! I wrote for both him alone, gender neutral, female and male readers :)

Word count: 1386

Masturbation headcannons:

He is 100% a virgin before meeting you, but he definitely isn't completely lost about sex or what he enjoys

He may be one of the older bachelors but he has rather poor social skills so he has not gotten far with anyone

With getting stressed about writing, he enjoys edging himself to encourage himself to get a certain amount write before cumming

With edging himself so much, especially in a writing block, he often ends up in tears out of desperation

With living alone on the beach he doesn't have to worry about people hearing him so he is very noisy, especially with dirty talk

He enjoys reading sexual romance novels and not letting himself touch himself until he finishes the book

Sex toys are all kept under his bed in a box, where he has different things including different types of vibrators and dildos.

He uses the vibrators and dildos as different ways to edge and tease himself

He loves watching porn where the participants are overstimulated and covered in cum

Watching someone using a fuck machine and become super messy is one of his favourite types of videos to get off to

With gen!reader:

Dirty talk is his specialty to the point that half the time he doesn't even realise it - and terms of endearment fall out his mouth with so much ease you would think he has forgotten your name

He sounds rather proper due to his large vocabulary from spending all of his time reading since he was young, but watching him fall apart due to it is the best thing

He is always willing to experiment, but doesn't like much physical pain, finding it too distracting.

He prefers to use soft material to be tied or to tie you up with rather than handcuffs or rough rope

He loves being able to hear the person he is with, being able to hear the become more of a mess due to him

Cockwarming when he is writing is something he loves, though he loses track of what he is meant to be writing so easily as the sight and feel of you on him makes his mind blank

He prefers watching you go down on him mostly, just because the sight of drool, his cum and your tears all over your face can cause him to cum without being touched

You cockwarming him with your mouth under his desk makes him feel as though he is permanently on the brink of orgasm

He does sometimes lose control with grabbing your hair and face-fucking you, but he is never rough with it and is always careful to not hurt you too badly

No matter the gender of his partner or their genitals, he will keep a hair tie on his wrist in preparation if he does end up having oral sex that day, as he prides himself on his hair and likes to keep it out of the way when being so intimate

While he is down for a lot of things, he does become very flustered for your first few times and doesn't fully open up to experimenting until after becoming more comfortable

You are his number one priority and will all be checking in with you throughout no matter what you do to make sure that you are okay and enjoying yourself

He will make sure you have deep discussions before trying anything new and your plans, such as if you want him to come inside you he will talk about protection for stds (and pregnancies for people with a uterus)

he firmly believes that you can tell a lot from someone's eyes and prefers positions where you can see one another

If he is writing erotica, even just to practice his writing skills, he will experiment with you to make sure the things are possible such as the positions or the look someone gets

With fem!reader:

He enjoys eating you out, watching his mouth cause you so much pleasure but with his unconscious habit of dirty talk he accidentally breaks away from your cunt a lot

Sitting on his face and being in control is the best way to make sure this doesn't happen, and he sure won't be complaining as he loves the sight of you on top of him

He loves making you wet and watching your wetness drip from your cunt

Filling you up with his cum and watching it leak from your pussy is honestly heaven to him, and he will use his fingers to spread it around and over your clit to cause you cum again and push more of his cum out

He uses it as an excuse to fill you up again, loving the feeling of your walls milking his cock

While he will use lube with you, he prefers using your own wetness and his cum to make you messy

The best position in his mind is against his desk or on the kitchen counter, where he can watch your face as you come undone and watch your tits bounce with every movement

Overstimulation is definitely expected with him as your partner, as he will love continuously going and watching your cunt become red from the amount of attention it is receiving and from the impact of his thrusts

With his love for watching you become wet and messy, he will sometimes nick some of your underwear and become instantly turned on at any dampness on them, especially if there is any slickness in them

He will keep your underwear for a couple of days, getting off on the smell of them before returning them to your laundry

He is fully on board if you ever want to peg him, with having used dildos on himself and has offered to let you watch him ride one

With male!reader:

He enjoys giving you a blowjob, watching you lose yourself to pleasure from his mouth alone is a massive turn on

You fucking his face is definitely a turn on for him, with your cock being shoved down his throat at a pace he doesn't control causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head

He has offered to let you watch him ride one of his dildos before, and is more than willing to take either role when it comes to anal sex

He uses an excess amount of lube, loving how messy it makes you and uses your precum to help make you messier

He will make you cum multiple times, preferring you to come on him or on your body rather than on the desk or bed

He will use his fingers to push any of your cum that has spilt out of him back inside of him

He is more than willing to lick up any cum off of you, whether you scoop some up with your fingers or if it is off your stomach

He will use a desk or bed to help make sure you can both face one another still during anal sex

He is more than willing to ride you or let you ride him, with it definitely causing him to talk a lot more

He will consistently overstimulate you and milk your cock - loving the mixture of pleasure and pain and the look in your eyes with how blank your mind goes from the amount of times he made you cum

Aftercare:

He will clean you off and make sure you are okay

He will make sure you are comfortable, wrapping you up in his duvet cover while fetching you both some water and something to eat

After making sure you have eaten and drank something he will help you to the bathroom to pee and to also make sure you are fully cleaned up

He will then help you back and pull you to his chest, and have a discussion about what you enjoyed, didn't enjoy etc.

Your enjoyment is his number one priority and he is the king at communication

If you need something he will run off to grab it for you, making sure that you are not hurt physically or emotionally

He will hold you to his chest for however long you want, while making sure you know his own feelings on what happened

[hello-gloomy]

Hello idk if you're taking requests right now or not. If you are, could I get a xeno or stanley one. You can decide what you wanna write about. THANK YOU!!!

Initially I was gonna do some horny shit for this but decided on somin cute instead and perfect timing for Valentines Day too! (Maybe next time ;p)

Also I hope u don't mind I did this as a poly I couldn't choose one or the other.

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Passenger plane

XenoStan x Fem!Reader

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Description: Our favorite doctor and soldier have a special day marked down on the calendar and head to the coast to see if it is genuinely the day they hope it is. A few of their coworkers tag along to see what the fuss is about.

Warnings: Mild angst, kissing, touching, maybe OOC, poly relationship, cursing, religion jokes, dark humor, slight mention of violence.

A/N: Man, this idea kept me awake, so now I'm writing this with an energy drink and a macaroon for breakfast.

Words: 1,404

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"And just where do the two of you think you're going?" Gen stops Stanley and Xeno with his line of questioning. The men in question stop way down the hall, let, letting the split-haired catch up to them.

"Out to the coast," Xeno told him curtly while Stanley sighed through his nose at Gen's noseyness.

"Without supervision?"

"You're more than welcome to join us." Xeno offered while Stanley walked ahead; Gen shrugged his arms and decided to follow. While walking to their destination, Senku, Chrome, Kohaku, and Ukyo somehow managed to tag along with a little complaint from the original two traversers of the trip. Walking along the natural path to the long coastline, Stanley continued watching the sky while Xeno conversed with his fellow scientists. Xeno took notice of his companion's subtle anxiousness and strayed away from his group to go over to the soldier.

"Hey," he started by bumping Stanley's shoulder, and he returned the gesture by grabbing the doctor's hand.

"Hey, yourself."

"She'll be there, " he told the taller man quietly, rubbing his thumb over his partner's enclosed hand. Stanley nodded while blowing out some smoke. When they arrived at the beach, the group had quieted down and was waiting for something. Finally, one of the younger members decided to break the silence.

"So, Uh, what are we here for exactly?" Chrome asked while glancing around the empty beach. Xeno and Stanley looked at each other before Xeno decided to answer his question.

"Today is an important occasion for us, " he told the boy, with nothing else to add to his unhelpful answer. Senku rolled his eyes and started walking closer to the water. Stanley went to watch the skies again, and some of the others followed suit. Ukyo perked up and looked in a specific direction.

"Another plane?"

"If we get invaded, I might just eriouslysay commit murder." Gen huffed out. A lovely white and silver plane started to descend from the clouds, lowering closer to the water and beginning to slow down as it hit the water, gliding until it was at the land. Not entirely stopped yet, the cockpit bursts open, and a person hops out of the still-landing plane, running straight toward the group. You rip off your goggles, and they crash to the ground while you're still running to the two men you haven't seen in such a long time; your eyes start to blur from the tears, but through the blurriness, from your eyes, you make out Stanley holding his arms open and outwards to you. Just a few steps away from him, you launch into his arms with a call of his and Xeno's names; he catches you in his arms, giving you a spin to balance out the rest of the motion you hit his body with. He drops you to the land, and your laughter fills the air, and pure happiness radiates off of you; when Stan lets go of you, you crush Xeno in a hug next, almost knocking him off his feet; he pets your hair and kisses your forehead affectionately.

"A dangerously elegant landing, my darling." Xeno teases while Stanley comes over to clap you on the back in agreement. You can already guess the fussing he'll give you later at how you could have potentially hurt yourself.

"Will someone explain?" Gen asks as he speaks for the rest of the speechless group. Senku and Chrome bolt over to check out the plane you had landed, much more interested in that than you.

"She went out two and a half years earlier to scout overseas for other Stone world survivors." Stanley begins to explain while you press your head against his back, taking the smell of your blonde lover in.

"We had contact with her at the start of her trip but lost contact a few months later. She told us an estimated time she would return; that was all we had left from her before all communications were gone for the next year and a half." While you move from behind Stanley, Xeno looks over the new people who joined your group in your absence. Stanley gives a half-interested introduction to everyone present; said group gives you a warm greeting, which you return equally as kind.

"And those to crack heads over there are Chrome and Senku." Stanley finishes. You all turn to look at the mentioned idiots, and your heart jumps at them, peeking inside your air-born home.

"Don't break anything!" You shout to them as you rush to the plane; the rest of the group follows. You get barraged with questions about the plane, how far you traveled, and if you met anyone else.

"I met a bunch of religious fanatics while in the north," You tell them while digging around and pulling out a battered bible as proof.

"They were going on about the 'second coming of Jesus' or something like that. They got pissed when I told them it was probably just aliens." You give Chrome the book, he flips a few pages, and his face cringes after the first few. You dig deeper through your things and pull out a few other things.

"They tried burning me too; I set them on fire first, though." You tell them proudly, getting a few horrified looks from the newer members but a nod from Stanley at you striking them first.

"Funny enough, while I was in Europe, some of the gothic architecture from our time was still in pretty good shape." You hand Senku a rock from some of the fallen pieces of the structure you mentioned.

"I also found a second version of the Silk Roads." You pull out multiple articles of clothing, jewelry, and even books. You pull out a wrapped item, hand it to Stanley, and tell him to open it later.

"Oh! There was a group of people I ran into that found out how to un-petrify people." You say with triumph, but your face screws up when no one seems all that impressed.

"Hate to break it to ya, but we already beat you to it," Senku tells you with a smirk, and your face drops.

"Nitric acid."

"Wow, so there's more than one method." Your smile returns, and everyone else drops their smiles at your statement.

"They used sodium nitrate to break the stone." You take out a stoned bird and a small vile, pour the liquid on the bird, and wait a few minutes before the cracking starts. Everyone watches as the bird flies away, small pieces of stone left in place of the once immobile bird.

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"We can finish discussing your miraculous adventures back at home." Xeno decides for everyone: Stanley and Ukyo help you with your bags while leaving your plane for later retrieval; Senku returns to pestering Xeno for more details on the aircraft while you stick close to Stanley and admire Xeno's newfound laxness.

You are now caught up on everything and, later in the evening, return to your shared home with your lovers; the two men sit on the shared bed, conversing quietly while watching you shoot around the room, letting yourself adjust to your home again. When finished, you come over with Xeno's gift and tell Stanley he can open his. They both open their gifts: Stanley gets a beautiful crystal knife, and Xeno gets a wonderfully crafted gramophone with a vinyl to go along with it.

"It's just a duet of a violin and a piano. Sorry, I couldn't get anything more modern." You tell him as you mess with your nails; he tilts your face upwards, caressing along your jaw before touching your foreheads together. Stanley lies backward against the pillows while doing tricks with his new weapon.

"It's pleasant, my dear, and a remarkable gift from you." He whispers to you. He sets the record up before setting it down on the side table and moves you to lay between him in Stanley. They smoosh you in close and start to pet you while the music plays in the background. You warm up from their touches, and they shift to add kisses to the mix, making you murmur shyly in response.

"You gave us such nice gifts; allow us to return the favor," Stanley whispers in your ear before biting your neck. You were immensely happy to be home with the two dear people you love the most.

[misssakuramochi]

'UNSUNG SONGS' A SENKU x READER DRABBLE

Synopsis: After literal years of watching Reader pine over Senku, Gen decides to give them both a little push. [Indirect sequel to this fic] Requested By: A Lovely Anonymous Requester Request: 'Hello Author! Iam the person who requested Senku x Reader a few days ago that you already made into drabble. I came here to request a Part 2 of the drabble.A few days have passed, and Reader can't help but fall deeper for Senku. She remembered that someone used to say to her that a crush is just lack of information but years, month and days have passed since she met him long time ago but the more she get to know Senku the more she fall in love with him. It's feel like she have fallen into a black hole with how deep she have fallen. Though of couse the black hole she have fallen is quite a pleasant one. Without knowing her eyes light up everything time she see Senku. When she look at Senku, she smile without herself realising. Her heart feel light and fluffy when thinking or being with Senku. Though Reader does wonder if Senku feel the same way. She didn't dare to ask him anything. Fearing that his blunt word would break her heart and ruin their relationship ( Soft Hearted Reader here! ). Reader feel it's more better like this ( Their current relationship ).Basically, Iam pretty sure people around would notice the adoration/love/soft look in her eyes when Reader look at Senku ( I guess ? What do you think ) especially Gen. What do you think people around would do when they looked at Reader being like that and surely will Senku do something? If not the it's alright too. Because I don't think Senku is the type of person who will tell the person they in love with that they have fallen in love with them straightforwardly consider in the anime Senku want to quickly return from the island because afraid of Tsukasa body rotting because left too long in the freezer but of couse he kept it inside his heart since he didn't want to be emotional???? Basically with the second paragraph I write can you write a FLUFF drabble of Senku x Reader.THANK YOU FOR READING THE LONG PARAGRAPHS AUTHOR!!!!!! I plan to write my request just like before but it's came out like a story. Iam pretty sure you can write something more amazing with the information ( Second paragraph). I think you are quite AMAZING author. The way you write Senku is like the real Senku ( You get what I mean right? (″ロ゛) )' Age Rating: E Warnings: N/A Genre: Fluff Word Count: 4,760

With legs crossed and shoulders rounded you sat relaxed, palm cradling the jut of your chin as you watched Senku work on his latest science project. The finer details of what exactly he was doing were somewhat beyond you, but as you watched him carefully pour out a measured test tube into a larger beaker, grin almost manic-looking with his brow furrowed in concentration and eyes focused in with pinpoint precision, you could easily tell that the scientist was absolutely elated about whatever it was he was doing. That was more than enough for you to be excited about it, eyes soft as you watched him work from a safe distance across the lab.

“You could just tell him you know.” While Gen’s voice was mischievous, matched by a grin that would make the devil flinch, he wasn’t exactly joking. He’d been the first to pick up on it, noticing the way you began to follow Senku about with a near desperation to be in his presence, catching your change in demeanor at the mere mention of their head scientist’s name before you had yourself; he had not, however, been the only one to notice it. In fact, it was common knowledge amongst the kingdom of science by now that you had fallen hard for Senku, and you had no chance of recovery. Some had even taken to making bets on who would say something first - surely, if they had all noticed how you felt, Senku had too.

“Huh?!” Gen’s sudden intrusion into your thoughts made you jump: you had nearly forgotten he was there, “Wh- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Though you found yourself no less startled as you processed what Gen had just said, you struggled your way towards an attempted recovery, stuttering through a weak denial as you pleaded silently for Gen to drop the subject. You knew as well as he that, this wrapped up in an experiment, Senku wasn’t listening to you. Still, he was right there - what if he heard you?

“Come on…” With a heavy sign Gen deflated with ever-dramatic flare onto the countertop he sat in front of, squishing his cheek to the cold stone as he drew out his words in a whine. Though when you showed no signs of budging, even as he pouted up at you, Gen was quick to change tactics. His back straightened so gradually he almost seemed to be a snake, slithering upright as silver tongue danced behind smirking lips and mischievous eyes cracked ever so slightly open to meet yours.

“It’s been nearly three years [Name]. You’ll never move forward if you keep running away.” A weak protest died in your throat, lips parting but sound failing you as you stared at Gen. Even as his high tone lilted lightly, much too casual for the words spoken, his words struck you. Seldom was Gen ever so serious - you couldn’t help but take what he said to heart. 

“Besides,” A sharp poke to your cheek pulled you from your whirling stupor, Gen’s expression becoming light again as his eyes closed and his lips quirked into a boyish grin, “...it’s no fun to watch a drama if there’s no drama.” The joke hardly bothered you, a part of you even thankful for the way it smashed away the lingering tension. Still, you felt obligated to shoot Gen a small, pointed scowl, smacking away the finger still pressed to your face indignantly as you clicked your tongue.

“Oi, quit fooling around!” Senku’s voice cutting into the conversation stopped the topic dead, both your and Gen’s attention drawn immediately as Senku spoke up for the first time since he’d begun his work perhaps an hour ago.

“We’re about to make a serious breakthrough here.” Though his words were rough as always, the grin that spread wide across his face told of his lack of malice. All those in the lab were quick to gather around, yourself and Gen crowding on either side of Senku as Chrome and Ukyo padded over from the opposite station where they had been working.

“Look at this.” Raising the beaker he’d been so carefully mixing and measuring with a success that told you he’d finally gotten the reaction he’d wanted, Senku showed off the fruits of his labor. A glass beaker, carefully modeled and crafted, filled about ⅔ of the way with clear liquid. Most stared at it with clear confusion, heads tilted and eyes blank as they tried desperately to recall what Senku had been making through his ever-detailed explanation of how exactly he was going to make it; Chrome specifically stared with bright-eyed excitement, fists clenched as he took a wide stance and pushed his face so close his nose nearly touched the glass.

“Woah! It’s so cool!” You could see Senku inflate under the praise, “What is it again?” only for his shoulders to drop and his eyes to narrow, looking around at four confused faces staring between him and the beaker. You held back a giggle, listening to Senku sigh, pretending he was the least bit upset about “having” to explain the process again.

“To put it simply, once we were able to grow our own crops and find a way to preserve them it was only a matter of time before we had everything we needed to make this.” A small, empathetic swirl, sent the clear contents inside the beaker to spin and bubble ever so slightly, “Antiseptic.”

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The evening was one of celebration. With the creation of an antiseptic, even a mild one, came a world of possibilities for the health and wellbeing of the Kingdom’s people - a world most had never dreamed being possible in this stone world. The introduction of something that could destroy an infection, kill something that so easily robbed the life of even the most able-bodied, the antibiotic, had been revolutionary - the introduction of something that could prevent the infection to start was enough to bring many of the village elders to joy-filled tears, more hopeful than ever for future generations. 

Their happiness was ironically infectious, the evening quickly picking up into a boisterous feast that continued even as the sun said it’s goodbye’s for the night and the moon rose to greet you. The fire’s flames flared high, rising in flickering curls that left tendrils of smoke trailing into the chill of the night air as the firewood beneath popped and crackled with the heat. You watched as many of the people you’d come to call friends danced in its orange-tinted glow, moving along to the swaying beat of makeshift instruments created for the more musically-inclined. It made you happy, seeing those you cared for so much basking in so much excitement, given such hope and purpose; knowing it was Senku who’d made this all possible, facilitating every step of the road you’d paved together, made your heart swell. 

The longer you had spent by his side the harder you had fallen. Even as you’d tried to wiggle yourself free from the desperation of your heart, Senku had come to reel you back in, striking you with the realization of why you had fallen so painfully in love with him in the first place. At first, you’d feared being a burden - and then, as Senku wiped away both your doubt around your worth and any chance you had of getting over him in one fell swoop, you’d decided that you were simply happiest as things were. 

Revealing your heart and placing it, open and vulnerable, before Senku came with freedom of burden, unspoken words and untold secrets finally free from the cage you’d trapped them behind. It also came with the danger of having it torn apart, revealing your tender heart to him and giving him the opportunity to break it. Terrified as you were of having the overwhelming warmth your feelings brought you turn cold, what you feared more than anything was the damage of the aftermath. If you broke the barrier that kept things strictly platonic between the two of you, you feared it may never heal back the same way. If you told Senku you loved him, would he start seeing you differently?

Brow furrowed and eyes downcast you stared into the dark liquid of your drink, rippling as your hands gripped tighter to your wooden mug. Your thoughts spiraled and just as you feared the anxiety may swallow you whole, a tug at the fabric of your clothes pulled your thoughts back to the surface.

“[Name]? Are you ok?” Blinking away the blur your head inclined to find Suika standing beside you, a hand still entwined in the loose fabric of your shit as she stared up at you, head tilted.

“Oh, I was just lost in thought. Nothing to worry about. Did you need something Suika?” Perking up as if your question had reminded her why she’d sought you out in the first place, Suika pulled her hands back to clasp them in front of her chest.

“Have you seen Gen? I have a very important message! Oh, that’s supposed to be a secret-- you won’t tell anyone, right?” You managed just barely to stop yourself from chuckling at the adorable way Suika looked at you, instead smiling and offering a small nod.

“Not a soul. I haven’t seen him at all tonight though, come to think of it…” Having spent much of your night distracted, wrapped up in your own thoughts as they warred between echoing Gen’s earlier words and blatantly trying to forget them, you hadn’t realized until Suika had brought it up that you hadn’t seen the offending speaker since you’d parted ways at the lab. As if in disbelief of your own memory you found your head turning, searching about the crowd for any sign of his stark white streak of hair, or the pale lavender of his flowing kimono. It was unusual for Gen to miss events like this, opportunities to unwind and focus on fun few and far between. Still, no matter how hard you searched, eyes straining and head swiveling, you found no sign of the Kingdom’s resident mentalist.

“Hm… Then that means this is a job for Detective Suika and her trusty assistant Chalk!” You smiled fondly as Chalk gave an affirmative bark, hopping about Suika’s feet in excitement. She thanked you as you wished her luck, giving the duty-bound detective a small wave as she tucked into the watermelon atop her head and rolled off.

xxx

“Everyone’s celebrating out there, you know.” As Gen made his rather dramatic entrance, arms open at his sides as he walked forward to allow a sliver of moonlight to illuminate him in silver, Senku found himself rolling his eyes. He’d known Gen had been standing there for just about two full minutes, but he was waiting to see how long it would take him to show himself; Senku had almost hoped that if he’d ignored him long enough Gen might leave him to his research.

“Yeah. Sounds like they’re having a good time.” A hand on his hip and an absent glance out of a nearby window allowed Senku a moment to grin fondly, thinking of the people outside as he heard their joy resonating through the wooden walls. 

“[Name] is out there with them too.” Senku’s expression became level as he turned, studying Gen for a moment. He was done beating around the bush, it seemed. Still, as quickly as Senku had made his assessment he pulled his lips into a hard line, a finger scratching at the inside of his ear as he feigned ignorance.

“Eh?” Even as Senku refused to engage with the topic, hoping Gen would drop it if he didn’t pick up his end, the mentalist remained undeterred. Enough was enough, and he was going to push. This was a mental game, and they both knew Gen was winning it.

“Are you just going to let them continue like this forever?” Though Gen’s light tone and raised brow feigned amusement, Senku could feel the jab residing beneath as it swiped for his gut. Even in Senku’s continued silence, eyes hard as they met Gen’s slightly revealed ones, Gen pressed on.

“Hm. Maybe you like the attention, having someone hovering around you all the time like that? I can’t say I blame you.” As Gen gave a heavy shrug, hands facing palm-up as they came parallel with his shoulders, he felt the tension in the air become heavy. His words had made impact: good.

“Gen, this is still basic medicine. We have a long way to go if we’re going to get humanity back. I have work to do.” Senku’s eyes were downcast now, and as he took his seat back at his desk and began pouring over his paperwork again he made a show of apathy anyone else may have believed. But, as Senku’s voice shook with the lightest lack of it’s normal, unwavering conviction, Gen knew his point had been made.

“Fine, fine.” Raising his hands, pretending to surrender the battle he’d already won, Gen allowed himself to back towards the door, leaving Senku to stare blankly down at equations he could no longer focus on as he slipped out from the lab.

xxx

“Suika.” It had only been moments since Gen had taken his leave from the nearly-empty lab, just ranging out of ear shot when he spoke to address the person he knew had been listening for some time. Stifling a laugh as he saw the stem of a melon dart into and out of sight again as Suika jumped, Gen offered a smile in her direction.

“You heard all that, right?” Timidly, Suika peeked out ever so slightly from behind a protective curtain of brush, looking guilty as she stared up at Gen, as if waiting for punishment. As he met her expression with a grin, however, crouching to be eye-level with her, her eyes widened with curiosity.

“Then you know what we need to do, right?” As the realization dawned on her Suika’s lips broke into a beaming smile, hopping ever so slightly as excitement overcame her.

“Right!”

xxx

The echoing sound of the party outside still resounded through the small walls of your hut, though from in here the world felt much more contained. The flickering candlelight at your bedside was much less overwhelming than the roaring fire that burned at the center of the village, the weight of your own thoughts more than enough intensity for you to bear all at once. It hadn’t been long after your conversation with Suika that you’d opted to head home, saying your goodbyes and turning in for the night.

Even as you laid in your bed, covers pulled to your chin, you found yourself restless. Tossing, turning, your eyes settled on the ceiling, the candlelight, the small decorative plants you’d managed to keep, but not once did your focus stray away from Gen’s words from that morning. You wanted to fight it - argue that this was the best option for everyone involved. But the only reason you believed that was because it was the safest option - and if you only ever did the safest thing, abandoning any and all desire for fear of risk, what were you really doing but running away?

‘I have to tell him.’ The thought swirled, chased by nattering whispers that told stories of heartbreak and pain, loneliness and ruin. You wanted to give in - tell yourself those thoughts were your realistic side, the floating need to confess that you’d held back for years nothing more than a fleeting whim. But, if you did nothing but run from those thoughts, what did that make you?

“Shit.”

xxx

“Shit.” Head sinking into his hands Senku finally dropped the quill he’d been destroying his parchment with, letting it land atop a pile of scribbled over equations with a messy splotch of spreading black ink. Try as he might to get the numbers aligned in his head, making tables, compartmentalizing into columns, he couldn’t focus. Inevitably, every thought warped into a thought of you, Gen’s words playing in the background like a tortuous record: ‘Are you just going to let them continue like this forever?’

He had been correct in what he’d said earlier regarding the experiment; this was just the beginning. While he was happy his friends were happy, pleased to let them celebrate the accomplishment, he was nowhere near satisfied. This discovery had just been a stepping stone, and it only made Senku all the more eager to use it to jump to the next. Even that excitement couldn’t outweigh the plague of guilt that weighed in his chest like a tumor, though, and so long as he was worrying about you he wasn’t going to be able to focus.

“This isn’t good.” Sighing aloud Senku slowly forced himself to rise from his desk, hand rubbing at his neck as he glanced absently towards the ceiling above him. He allowed himself a singular moment to lament on how he’d gotten himself here, caring so much even after so many years of telling himself that a relationship, that love, would be nothing but trouble. Then, with renewed determination, he headed towards the door. He had to deal with this, and he was going to do it now.

“Senku!” The crack of the door ricocheting off the opposite wall was drowned out by Suika’s voice, high and pinched in urgency as she came bouncing down the path, “I think [Name] is in trouble!” 

Senku felt his heart clench, beating once, twice rapidly as his thoughts turned to the worst; however, as the first shot of panic eased in his mind he found those same thoughts becoming suspicious. Suika’s explanation only confirmed the nagging conspiracy forming in his mind as she frantically told him that she had seen you running off in a panic towards the outskirts of the Kingdom’s boundary - right after speaking with Gen. 

As the final piece of a puzzle he’d set off to the side came into play the picture fell into his lap. A heavy sigh deflated his lungs, hand leaving his hair in even further disarray as it combed through the jutting tangle. He may have been able to see through this little set-up, but there was no way you would be so logical; especially not if Gen was involved. 

“I came to you right away!” As Suika finished her frantic story, manic gesturing stilling as she stared up at him with expectation, Senku found himself unable to be irritated. He could be annoyed with Gen for being meddlesome, certainly, but with Suika staring right at him, the innocence in her eyes only reflected by the glass that enhanced them, he found himself unable to be overly upset. She, at least, was genuinely just trying to help.

“Thanks - I’ll check it out.” As Suika hopped with excitement, beaming the way she did only after a job well done, Senku gave himself the moment to consider that he was walking into an obvious trap - all for you. A subtle shake of his head was all the response he offered the thought before taking off towards the spot he knew Suika was sending him, building up to a jog.

It was a blessedly short trip along a forest path for Senku, allowing him to limit the time he lamented on how troublesome this was whilst unsuccessfully trying to talk himself out of it. Still, it seemed he had arrived at least a few minutes after you had as he pushed away an overgrown branch to reveal you, head swiveling as you looked about with a frantic desperation that suggested you simply couldn’t find even a hint of what you had been looking for.

The ragged pants and harsh breathing that strained Senku’s lungs and pushed through his throat as he struggled to catch his breath caught your attention quickly, though, and you wasted no time in making your way to his side to begin worrying over him.

“Senku? There you are! Are you ok?!” A raised hand begged you to pause, give him a moment, as Senku tried to catch his breath. It wasn't a long trip to this spot, but he was not an athletic man. Still, much more worried over Senku’s wellbeing than his raised hand, you couldn’t stop yourself from continuing.

“Gen told me you’d gotten stuck out here and I came looking but I couldn’t find you anywhere-- what happened?” As Senku finally managed to stand upright again, turning to meet your eye, the flat expression on his face told you exactly what had happened, even before his voice chimed in to chastise you for it.

“Gen suddenly came to you claiming there was an emergency and you believed him without question?” The flash of memory that matched Senku’s hypothesis almost exactly had your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. As your arms crossed defensively you mustered, just barely, the courage to meet Senku’s eye with the corner of your own.

“I… if there was even a chance something had happened to you I wasn’t taking it.” Courage faltering your eye fell to the grass below, light summer breeze sending it to sway at your feet, “You showed up too. That’s why you’re here - right?”

It was at the small grunt of surprise sounding from the back of Senku’s throat that you managed to look at him again. It was his turn to avoid your eye, head rolling to the side as he pretended to look at something in the distance.

“Suika showed up at the lab. I figured you’d end up out here.” There was a moment where you found yourself puzzled, struggling to put together the new pieces you’d been given. Gen and Suika had been working together to send you both out here? Though it made you fluster, you could figure out why easily enough - but why here? Curious eyes studied Senku, as if you’d find an answer in his eyes, until you decided finally to follow his gaze. Immediately you understood.

The top of the hill where you stood marked the crest of a clearing. From up here, you could see with complete clarity the way the risen moon, full and abundant, blessed the field of flowers below with it’s silvery light. The light breeze had the sunflowers, taller perhaps than you, swaying in hypnotic rows as evening dew sparkled like stardust on their vibrant petals. In this stone world, the loss of everything modern had taken much from all of you; sometimes, you forgot how beautiful the natural world could be.

“Senku?” Somehow the scene put you at ease, the peace settling a determination in your mind. Heads turned slowly, eyes met, and before you could even begin to think of any of the million ways you’d prepared for this moment you found your lips parting and words overflowing, spilling finally free.

“I love you.”

The silence that followed was heavy. You watched as Senku’s relaxed expression became uneasy, a wariness clouding his eyes. Your gut lurched as anxiety settled in your stomach like a stone. Senku had been your rock, his level-headed stability bringing you comfort; conversely, when he felt uneasy, you couldn’t help but mirror the emotion. Still, determination boiling, you reminded yourself that life wasn’t about just settling for being comfortable.

“I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to. I just…” A hand raised as if grasping for words you struggled to string together, “I’ve felt this way for a long time. I think you know that already.” A small, bittersweet smile met his guilty expression, “I needed to tell you eventually. But I also need to know how you feel.”

At first Senku avoided your eyes, too earnest, too vulnerable. But, as he steeled himself to meet your gaze he managed the response he’d had in the back of his mind ever since he’d first noticed your behaviour towards him changing.

“I don’t think I can give you what you’re looking for.” Somehow the answer upset you more than a ‘no’, his refusal to answer the question upfront making you frown.

“I’m not looking for more than you already give me.”

“I think you should be.” Senku’s response was too quick, giving you no time to explain as crimson eyes locked on yours, the hard line of his lips doing his best to keep you locked out, “My research is always going to come first. I’m never going to care about stupid days like Valentine's Day or White Day. I’m not the least bit romantic and I’m never going to be.” Though Senku found himself somewhat surprised by the way your eyes continued to meet his, gaze unwavering, he continued along with his explanation, “I’m not a normal guy. You should have someone who can match what you’re putting in.”

“What more can I ask for than someone who makes me happy?” It wasn’t often Senku was asked a question he found himself without any answer to, but having you retort so quickly, so assuredly, had him lost for words. As your hand outstretched to take his own, gentle as you placed his upside down palm in your face-up one, Senku struggled not to flinch; the contact was unfamiliar, intimidating. His curiosity won out as he waited, breath caught in his throat as he listened to you continue.

“I didn’t fall in love with you because I want you to change, Senku.” You felt long fingers tense in your own for a moment before the attached hand slowly relaxed, words striking Senku like an open palm. Even as his posture eased he stared at you with a lingering wariness, logic fighting heart behind burning crimson eyes as he fought between pulling his hand from yours and engulfing your fingers within his own.

“I’m not saying anything has to change if you don’t want it to, either. I just need to know how you feel.” Eyes wide, alight with unguarded emotion, you found your voice shaking as you again asked Senku to tell you how he felt about you; to shatter your heart, here and now and let you finally recollect it’s pieces, or to accept you as you were - and as he was.

“I think love is more trouble than it’s worth.” Senku looked again at the field of flowers below, lids low as you felt the tips of his fingers begin to tremble against your palm, “It impairs logical judgement, consumes valuable time, and promotes unnecessary risk.” 

Senku’s eyes flitted back to you as you shrunk beneath his words, chest aching. Even as the mood of the situation began to sink, Senku couldn’t help the grin beginning to spread at the corners of his lips.

“Which is why I avoided telling you. But you’re kind of forcing my hand here, huh?” Lowering eye shot wide, the threatening burn of forming tears stopped immediately as you looked towards Senku again.

“Ahh, this is troublesome. You know I hate mushy stuff, so don’t expect me to say it often - but I love you too.” A sharp pinch to your cheek paused your beginning celebration, catching the smile that spread across your face as Senku’s expression became serious again.

“I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to change, [Name]. I’m always going to be who I am - for better or for worse. Are you sure that’s what you want?” Leaning forward, face inches from your own you found your cheeks burning from his sudden proximity, throat tight as the intensity of his stare threatened to rob you of your senses. A heavy gulp swallowed the feeling as you nodded, smiling again.

“It’s what I’ve always wanted.” Though Senku rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue as his fingers pinched again at your cheek, the small blush you could see dusting his cheeks made your heart swell.

“You’re a weirdo, you know?” Finally letting go of your face Senku freed you to laugh as he teased you.

“You’re one to talk.”

xxx

“So… it worked? We did it?” Suika’s voice was hushed as she stood on top-toe to peer from behind a stretch of underbrush, expression giddy as she turned to look at Gen, who’d been watching the scene at her side from the beginning.

“Yup! I knew they just needed a little push.” Gen spoke in a song, raised hand counting invisible numbers as flexing fingers did unknown math, “Which means Magma owes me 100 Dragos!”

Staring at the excited face of Gen as he celebrated his gambling win Suika found her lip curling.

“So slimy…”

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A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you so much both for your request and your kind words! I'm SO glad you enjoy my writing, and I'm also very happy you like how I characterize Senku! I try really hard to keep the characters as they are, so I'm glad to hear it's working!

I got a little carried away with this one and wrote more than I thought I would, but hopefully you don't mind!

I hope all who read enjoyed. Thank you for making it to the end, and safe travels!

[midnight-mourning]

Valentine's is Over! What now?

Hello! This is a bit of an update post now that DCA Valentine's has finsihed up. Feel free to read what you want (though I suggest at least skimming all of it so you're aware of what's happening with me) and make sure to vote in the polls!

Starting first and foremost, thank you to everyone who submitted requests! They were all genuinely lots of fun and I hope the stories I wrote for them were enjoyable ^^ Couldn't have done the event without y'all so thank you for the lovely ideas

@rosescarletful @amarynthian-chronicles @dangerva @alynwrench

@luckyyyduckyyy @fishm0ther @juukai @divinit3a @zenkaiankoku

@starspindle @that-one-unknown-artist @milosmantis @pip-plz

Secondly, I want to give a MASSIVE thank you to the lovely wonderful amazing artists who volunteered to make doodles for the stories!! Everyone killed it and I'm so very appreciative of you taking the time to make things for my silly bits of writing shfkjsdkljflks Like seriously, it was so flattering to have people initially reach out/agree and then even more so to see the art you made as a results i just AHHHH I CANT SAY THANK YOU ENOUGH, appreciate you guys very much guhhhh <333333

@divinit3a @cozycitrus @soupdweller @juukai

HIGHLY reccommend everyone to go check out their blogs & content in general, everyone makes soooo cool art and oooo you wanna go give them some love soooo bad

Alright, with that, let's get into the meat of things; what's next?

put under the break bc there's several things happening, again skim if you want but make sure to do the poll though!

Gen writing update

I had a few requests come in after they closed (no worries to those who did so! I know it was a little confusing regarding such) so i'll be writing those when i get the chance and sending them out into the world, beyond that however, any request-based things are closed (for now) if I get any during this closed period I'm sorry but I'll have to ignore them/not do them. I'm too busy with life/other wips to add them to my list, sorry!

Holiday Spirit is going to be my writing focus for the next couple weeks! It's about halfway done and I'd like it finished so I can move on with things lol

Confused spirit is going to take a bit, as like i've said before I'm writing multiple chapters back to back for the purpose on ensuring proper flow/building my buffer back up, i know it's been a bit but believe me it's been on my mind guhh

In general i have some shorter form content/drabbles & oneshots I want to write, so be on the lookout for those >:)c

Speaking on all of the above, if you want to stay up to date with my writing, I highly reccommend joining the tag list i have! My things tend to get buried otherwise >-< Just tell me you'd like added and I'll include you :)

Poll!

I've done requests now for December/holidays, and Valentine's now too. There's no major holidays coming up for a while, BUT there is an event, in May... specifically... So,

Additionally, since the art aspect of Valentine's went so well, I'll probably look for artists again to do some drawing and will run it pretty similar to this time, so if you're interested lmk :)c

Comments & Asks

While I won't be posting/active for a few weeks, I WILL be going through and answering comments, asks, and so on from people that have been collecting in my inbox oof

PLEASE know that if you've left a comment or sent me an ask that I've seen it and appreciate it very much!!! I just have not had the time to sit down and properly answer them yet, but i will during this break!

Going Dark

I was saving this for the end just because it sounds worse than it actually is.

I'm going to take a break from posting/tumblr/etc for about a week or two and spend some extra hours doing my research stuff. I'm not behind or anything (and def always put it and school first dw) but I kind of want to try and get ahead with it just because of how strict my timeline to finish is 😅

I also just want a bit of a break from constantly writing and maybe do some other hobbies when im not on the research grind. I'll be back at it (again more casually) in a few weeks tho!

by the time you see this I have already begun lol

Leftover things

Since you're here, here's the link to my writing masterpost that includes 99% of my writing stuff!

I also realized while writing this post that I don't have an actual writing tag for non-event related writing... so i'll be fixing that as well during my break

I've gotten a question or two regarding whether my stuff is commision-based or if I have a kofi (which i'll be replying to that ask directly dw whoever you are...) and my answer to that is not currently! BUT, i'll continue to think on it for those who might be interested, if it's something I do consider doing it'll be a bit from now, but I appreciate the thought from those who asked!

I think that's all, thank you again to the requestors and to the lovely lovely artists for this event, and also thank you to those who liked/reblogged my things during this event! It's very much appreciated and I'm glad people had fun ^^ Bye!

[imagining-in-the-margins]

🏖️ Summer Sunshine Fics

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work. You are so appreciated, and the diversity only makes these events better.

Without further ado, here are all of the entries + recs for the Summer Sunshine Challenge! ☀️

☀️ SFW S.R./Reader ☀️

Sleepy Sunshine by @ssahopelessly: [Fem] After time in the sun, Reader wants a nap, but Spencer is more concerned about the signs of heat exhaustion.

Check You for Ticks by @andiebeaword: [Fem] Reader gets set up to share a tent (and a sleeping bag) with Spencer.

Embarrassed by @babymetaldoll: [Fem] The annual FBI beach trip could be the perfect place to make things even more awkward between Spencer and Reader.

Little Miss Reid, Entrepreneur by @/babymetaldoll: [Fem] Spencer and Reader help their daughter with her lemonade stand. So does the BAU.

Heat Stroke by @0and0its0doctor0: [Fem] Reader is self-conscious about the scars on her arms so she wear long sleeves in the heat.

Beach by @c-m-stuff: [Fem] Reader and Spencer are married. They have a beautiful daughter, and they all are going on vacation.

Pyrotechnics by me: [GN] Reader has a hard time on Fourth of July, and Spencer helps them fall in love with fireworks again.

Summer Nights by @foxy-eva: [GN] Summer may come to an end but the kisses Spencer shares with you will not.

Check below for more Spencer Reid fics, as well as Hotchgan, Penemily, Temily, and several Gen fics!

☀️ NSFW S.R./Reader ☀️

Sunscreen & Statistics by me: [Fem] Reader asks for Spencer’s help putting on sunscreen (and rinsing off). 

Lost Time by me: [Fem] Reader and Spencer spend mandatory leave on the vacation Spencer never had.

Nude Beach by @foxy-eva: [Fem] Reader finally convinces Spencer to go to the beach with her. Turns out it's a nude beach. 

Summer in the City by @/foxy-eva: [Fem] Having a nearly naked roommate made the heatwave much more tolerable for Spencer.

In This Diary by @fortheloveofwonderland: [Fem] Spencer was hoping to relax before his started his new job at the BAU, but best laid plans often go awry.

Summer Heat by @/fortheloveofwonderland: [Fem] The BAU must undertake a team building hike in the woods. Reader and Spencer get themselves lost and have to find a way to pass the time.

Summertime Service by @pinkiceee-prose: [Fem] Reader throws the BAU team a summer barbeque feast. Spencer is moved by her hard work and decides to show his gratitude.

Popsicle Love by @reidmotif: [Fem] Reader and Spencer are at a ridiculously hot precinct and getting on each other's nerves. Reader realizes she can get back at him using a certain sweet treat.

Spencer Reid Doesn't Know How to Swim by @reidsfav: No one knows that Spencer doesn't know how to swim and Reader is willing to help him keep it that way.

Just Hanging Out by @reiderwriter: [Fem] Reader finds herself at Rossi's mansion for a big summer barbeque. A hammock catches Reader's eye.

Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress by @/reiderwriter: [GN!AFAB] The AC at the BAU breaks during a heatwave, and Reader decides the FBI’s dress code is merely a suggestion.

☀️ Other Pairings ☀️

The Shape You Take by @masterwords: Hotchgan. Hotch is dwelling on an empty nest. Morgan has just the ticket: sea, sand, food and naps. While exploring a nude beach one night they find a little more than they bargained for.

July by @gaelic-symphony: Temily. The couple takes a trip to the beach.

August by @/gaelic-symphony: Temily. The couple rides out a summer storm.

Watermelon Sugar by @putting-the-bi-in-bau: [NSFW] Penemily. Emily has spent her vacation trying - and failing - to keep her eyes off Penelope while she walks around the house in nothing but her underwear.

Pool Parties and Secrets by @alicewonderao3: Spencer/Fem!OC. Swimming can be both fun and scary all at the same time.

☀️ Gen/Platonic ☀️

A Very Serious Fight by @alluring-andraya: Platonic. The team is very lighthearted, but one thing they do take seriously other than their jobs, is water gun/balloon fights.

Scars by @codename-mom: Hotch. Jessica offered Aaron to come to the beach with her and Jack, but there is something she doesn't know that stops him.

Baseball and Barbecue by @writing-till-i-run-out-of-time: Everyone went over to Rossi's for a family fun day of barbecue. Then something happens to Spencer.

Lemon-aide to the Rescue by @/PandorasDreaming [Ao3]: Henry, Michael, and Jack make their first lemonade stand but disaster strikes. They have some pretty important friends backing their first business investment!

Happy reading!

[achelouise]

Lies, mysteries, and tricks

Fandom: Honkai Starail

Pairing: Sunday/Gen!reader, MENTIONED Gallagher/reader

Warnings: Spoilers for 2.1 and written before 2.2! Very toxic, from both sides, I think? Maybe OOC Sunday.

Summary: You learn about Robin's death, and rush to console Sunday. He isn't the thing you should be worrying about, though.

A/N: It's been a while! Came back to write this, because I couldn't stop thinking about this idea. It's rushed, and it's not really well-written, and it's short. Please forgive me~ (I am obsessed with Gallagher rn, so if anyone has any ideas I would love to hear and write about them :D (I still don't know how to properly use tumblr btw))

“Sunday? Are you in there?”

No answer. You drum your fingers against your sides nervously.

“Sunday, can we talk? Please?”

Still no answer. Your heart beats widely in your chest.

You ignore your thunderous heart as you slowly push the doors of the mansion open. The creaking doors echo and bounce along the empty halls, revealing a giant room, devoid of any light. A luxurious bed, dorned with lights and gems and painted with beautiful colors, is tucked away at the very side of the room. Sunday’s bedroom.

The factions had established that, other than the man himself, Sunday’s blood-related family, along with his spouse, would have access to it. Sunday himself had no permission to grant access to anyone, so you are surprised when the bellhop simply glanced at you and let you in without protest.

You could only guess it was because you two were close friends, and they were used to seeing you enter the Pavilion as children. Still, to enter his bedroom must be a breach in security…

But he wasn’t in any other room you could find. Time was slipping, lives were being lost, and you needed to find him. Fast.

You’re not exactly in the know. Most things you know, only Gallagher has told you. But you know full well that Sunday needs support.

“Sunday, please. I know I haven’t visited in… a while. I know what happened, and I’m sorry. Let’s work this out together. Don’t run away. Please?”

Only your echoes answer.

You were rambling to yourself at this point, desperation climbing further and further up to your chest. You have seen what Sunday does when he loses those he loves- and you want to help him. You don’t ever want to see him like that again. Never again.

You glance at the papers scattered on his desk. Maybe they have some information on where he went. He likes to rant in diaries.

You close your eyes, and pray to whatever Aeon you follow.

Forgive my sins for ever trespassing privacy to this extent. 

You don’t exactly have a clear mind when you start to rummage through the papers that endured wear and tear. You start to read some.

How could she do this?

It’s fine. It’s fine. Itsfineitsfineitsfineitsfineitsfine

Robin. Dear Aeons, Robin. 

When I find the traitor I will make them pay in blo o d 

Please don’t leave me please

Please please please please pleasepleas  e 

Your stomach drops. Poor Sunday.

Something else catches your eye, though. A soft reflection of a photo, pinned at the corner of the widespread desk. You lean over to take a good look at it.

You bite your lip so hard it nearly breaks skin. But even that dulls in comparison to the piles and piles of photos- all of them just you and Gallagher.

There are a wide range of those photos; from you two sitting across each other in the Dreamjolt Hostelry, to your hands linked together, faces flushed and smiles bright. All of them, with Gallagher’s face crossed out with glaring, red circles.

How dare he HOW DARE HE HOW DARE HE

HE DID IT  HE KILLED HER   HE TOOK THEM   I WILL MAKE HIM PAY

The words are jagged and rough, as if he had barely managed to carve it out with his bare hands. It is a gigantic contrast to the sweet and elegant cursives he writes in his letters to you. It almost made you believe it wasn’t even Sunday who wrote this.

But you’re not stupid. You swallow the bile down your throat as your stomach churns with heightened fear and uncertainty. Sunday is a clever man, which makes him infinitely more dangerous.

Admittedly, he is far more unhinged than the public understands. You’ve never had a problem with it- only crazy can recognize crazy, and that was probably how he uncovered the plan of that gambler.

This doesn’t work in your favor, though. You don’t want to know what it means when he directs this insanity towards you.

You turn to leave.

“Ah, you found me.”

A hand shoots out to grip your arm, and you have no time to react. Shock, as quick as it comes, is slow to settle down. You try to scream.

“Oh Triple-Faced Soul, please seal this traitor's tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that the traitor will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.”

No.

Your whole body goes cold. You feel it- the soft waves of Harmony pulsing in your head, trapping your tongue and seeing through your eyes. You had seen its effect- seen how it slaughters and breaks those who disobey. But to receive this kind of treatment yourself…

You finally process the dangerous situation you’re in, and wrench free from his grasp. You regain your stance as you stumble backwards, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Why?”

Sunday looks… off. His clothes are askew, his eyebags more apparent without the illusion of Harmony, and a smile, out of place and out of his mind. He chuckles, far too gentle, so much so that it sends shivers down your spine.

“You know how this goes, don’t you?” he coos, berating and condescending. “Answer my questions truthfully, or suffer the rejection of the Harmony.”

“Why would I ever lie to you?” you ask, “What is there even to ask?”

His eye twitches. His voice drops an octave, laced with poison and jealousy. “You know perfectly well what I mean.”

He breathes in, regaining his footing as the questions begin. “Are you interested in Gallagher? Is he interested in you?”

You think of him. A few hours ago, he insisted he came along to find Sunday with you. You’re starting to regret that decision. “Yes- and, I… I think so.”

Sunday tsks. “Do you know what he is? What it is?”

You cross your arms. “No. He is not human, but I am not exactly a young damsel in distress myself.”

“Do you not understand? That that man is nothing but a memetic entity, with thousands of truths woven together as a lie? Do you not know that the man you hold hands with killed Robin in cold blood? Why would you want to be with a foul beast like him?”

You are taken aback at the venom in Sunday’s tone. He isn’t even hiding it anymore. His breathing is ragged, and his eyes are blown wide.

“I… didn’t.” you admit, far too overwhelmed by his genuine frustration to confirm the validity in his claims.

Sunday suddenly withdrawals, as if sensing he has taken you off guard. He draws himself to his full height, casting a shadow with the light outside in the halls. The pulses in your head die out, as if they were never there.

“You are being tricked, dearest. He is not the man you think he is. He is a monster, a murderer, that serves under a shameful stain. Join me, in the pursuit of the Watchmaker. We can make all of them pay in blood.”

He rants, and you feel your heart sink. He is unstable because of this recent loss, but he has clearly not lost his mind. There is still rhyme and reason to what he does.

“My past? Hah, let’s not get into that just yet. I’ll tell you- someday.”

You glance down at the hand he offers you. His gaze is tender, but far too fragile. His lips are quivering, a silent plea.

You want to reject him. You want to scream at him, punch him, and run away, as far as possible. Gallagher had promised he would explain himself one day, and you had not mentally prepared yourself to know.

But given the unstable state he was in, it is unwise to simply respond with violence.

You reach out for his hand- only for a blade, dark and violet laced with gold, piercing from his stomach. Blue liquid pours from his gut, and this time, you truly do scream.

You don’t hear anything. The withdrawal of the blade is defeated by the look of despair and shock in Sunday’s eyes. He reaches for your hand, in a blind desperation- only to dissipate at the softest graze into a sea of bubbles.

Your heart thunders in your ribcage. A silent dread washes over you, and you hear your breaths grow shorter.

A lighter goes out.

Strong, warm arms envelop you. 

A voice, low and gruff, tells you that it’s going to be okay. The voice hovers over your ear, gentle and sweet, almost fabricated to ghost over your ear in a way you can’t refuse. You don’t respond, though, as you feel a sharp cut to your neck, and you’re out like a light.

[sweetlysimss]

► NOT SO BERRY x BERRY PASTEL RAINBOWCY - AN UPDATED VERSION

as some of you might know, I've written updated versions of the not so berry challenge and the berry pastel rainbowcy before. however, I keep wanting to switch between the two challenges or abandoning my one save for the other. so, on a random Monday evening I figured, why not combine the two for the ultimate updated challenge experience? my lovely fellow simmers over at @berrygameplay convinced me to write stuff down and... the NSB x BPR updated rules was born!

credit goes to @lilsimsie and @alwaysimming for the original nsb rules and @berrysweetboutique for the original berry pastel rainbowcy rules!

►WHAT ABOUT THE RULES

as with my two other updated challenges, i've written the rules in a google doc (that you cannot edit! stop asking for permission to edit the file!). if you want to save the rules for yourself, go to file > create a copy and you're able to save the rules wherever you want and edit them. this will not change the original document.

there are disclaimers, a list of packs you need for this challenge (most packs are optional) and an index to move through generations quickly. each gen has their own introductory story (you don't have to adhere to these stories!), required traits - aspirations - careers, the generational rule (bpr), reward traits to buy, and the list of objectives catered to that generation. feel free to edit these objectives to your hearts desire! this challenge is supposed to be fun :)

► NSBxBPR

if you want to play this challenge, please tag your posts with #nsbxbpr so I can follow and share them!

so. let's get to it:

► SEND ME TO THE RULES

For easy access and to show an example of the rules, here are the first generation’s rules all written out. If you want to look at the other generations, click on the “send me to the rules” link!

generation one: white

coming from a long line of privileged sims, you’re ready to break away from your family and pursue your own dreams. you’ve only really felt close to your grandparent and never told anyone you were the sole heir to their old, rundown farmhouse. starting off with nothing, you pick up the hobby you were never allowed to put into practice: painting. you find it difficult to let other sims in and may come across as rude sometimes. you just need that one special sim to make you feel like it’s all worth it. slowly but surely, your own family starts to grow, but not without its ups and downs…

traits: creative, mean, [open slot]

aspiration: painter extraordinaire OR chief of mischief

career: none (sell paintings, produce, and harvestables)

spouses career: [open slot]

rules

GENERATIONAL RULE: paint a portrait of your heir REWARD TRAITS TO BUY: mentor, speed reader, super green thumb

move into a lot with the ‘simple living’ lot challenge (size is up to you)

max painting skill

max gardening skill

max mischief skill

max logic skill

have multiple different love interests, but do not settle before having a child

date with a purple, pink, AND/OR red sim

have only 1 child with purple, pink, or red sim and 1 alien child

become enemies with the spouse you decide not to go long-term with

optional: make at least 2 enemies

marry a purple, pink OR red sim

sell at least 5 masterpieces

have at least 2 different animals on your farm

choose from the following: horse, goat, lamb, cow, llama, bunny, chicken, cat, dog, rodent

if you choose a horse, max the horse skills: temperament, jumping, agility, endurance

become good friends with all of your children and animals

adult or elder: max the knitting and/or cross-stitch skill

adult or elder: become good friends with at least 1 grandchild

[necrotic-nephilim]

If I may ask, what is your top 10 fics(excluding the Slade/Steph fic)?

oooh, yes! (obligatory rec of the above-mentioned SladeSteph fic by the lovely @kevin-day-is-bi tho bc it's so worth a read for anyone who hasn't read it) most of these are Batcest related, but there are a couple of gen fics as well that really hold a special place in my heart

In The Company of Monsters - this is a No Capes AU dystopian DamiTim fic that is unfinished but. god i can never not recommend it. i've liked this fic longer than i've liked Batcest, this fic used to be my "okay i dislike the ship but this is my exception". i adore how Damian and Tim are written, i adore the world building, this is just. my roman empire.

Robins And Other Flightless Birds - a mostly genfic that follows a Bruce without a Batfamily just. adopting members of the Batfam across the multiverse who were never saved. Dick is a Talon, Tim is Joker Junior, etc. i usually don't go for Good Dad Bruce fics, but there's something so special about this fic and how it writes Bruce struggling to adjust to having kids with no experience bc he craved a family.

The Music We Make is Unnatural - this was written as a gift for me in the JayTim exchange by the lovely @rottenapricots and GOD is it everything i could've asked for. for such a short fic it packs a wonderful punch exploring the premise of Jason who never died and Tim who's Ra's' apprentince. it has so many JayTim tropes i love while still being something unique and special on its own.

props - this is a series and it's long, but god is it gloriously fucked up. this surrounds mostly JayBruTim, where Jason and Bruce solve their uses by using Tim as a toy between them, and then the aftermath of Dick finding out. it's so good. this series just lives rent free in my brain and i cannot recommend it enough to dead dove enjoyers.

all the men and women merely players - a Tim-centric fic that explores Tim being self aware and breaking the fourth wall, but from a very whump/angsty perspective. i adore fourth wall breaking that feels more like psychological horror as a character struggles to grip that their reality is malleable and out of their control. and this fic does it SO well.

I Know What My Brother Is - a Reverse Robins DamiTim fic that has everything i adore about RR and DamiTim in one place. their dynamic, the sexual exploration, everything in this is just top notch and i truly adore RR!DamiTim.

Keep you warm - JayDickTim fic with Talon!Dick and Omegaverse. this really delights me bc there are just so many layers to how this relationship builds and how these three end up together despite a lot of initial rocky territory.

Catch me low - this fic was recommended to me recently and i'm still just starting it, but i adore the concept already. this has DickTimJayBruce and Jason universe hopping to "make things right" in a very fun dead dove kind of way.

When You Move I'm Moved - a TimKon PWP that explores just how far you can reasonably take TTK. and god is it everything to me. the smut is so good and all the kinks just. hit the spot. i want to chew on this fic.

one life for the many - this is a dark BruTim fic that's very short but has a special place in my heart for exploring my favorite sort of BruTim dynamic where Tim considers the risks of being Robin and ends up ina sexual relationship with Bruce reluctantly. it's just so good and i love Tim's internal logic.

also an honorable mention to a fic that's not DC, but an MHA ShinBkau fic i regularly reread, NyQuil™. i just have a soft spot for adult AU ShinBaku fics even tho i don't read MHA much anymore. it's so crunchy to me.

[karinadele]

Waiting for the Night

Idw Megatron x Reader

No warnings! Gen reader!

Follow up to my earlier megs post, i think i want to start a series/collection on the lost light crew pit stopping on earth.

We always have fics of liaisons onboard the ship, but never how they met/the crew interacting with earth. Gonna have to be multiverse cause otherwise it dont make sense!! I wanted to do holoforms to make things linear, but if i shove it into multiverse maybe they can just not?? lmao??

i think i'll do little drabbles of each bot and their adventures??

Megs is gonna be the one with the singer/songwriter

loosely stole reader converting meg's poems' idea from @infintyfandoms!!

Earth, Kilocycle 2025 (tentative lmaaoo)

Lost light lands on earth for a quick refuel and sightseeing, (and hope Rodimus doesn't get into shit)

Megatron is rather uncomfortable about this whole thing as he’s been on earth before… and the fact he caused many issues on it.

As they approach earth’s atmosphere, making contact with earth governments and space agencies.

The crew’s excited. 

While the crew only carried Shanix, the governments of different countries are more than happy to start a bidding war over it. Creating a new form of a currency and by consequence, a new stock market over it.

Megatron's plan's are simple, do what they need to do, stay out of trouble.

Of course that never plays out, one thing after another, next thing you know, Rodimus is dragging them to a human concert.

You're a singer/songwriter, and here you are, on the latest tour. Last stop before the leg ends, tired but still very excited. How can you not! Seeing fans come out to support you -some of them even tagging along every city to view you perform.

What you didn't expect to have found at your concert were Cybertronians. It's been decades that Earth has accepted them as an intergalactic species. -The first ones to come in contact with your planet.

Regardless, performing for a different alien species was definitely not part of your bucket list. But! Definitely a welcomed one!

Rodimus only managed to score a few tickets, (he could have gotten more, but venue limits was not very happy about filling in the whole stadium with nothing but bots) (bring ur favorites ig)

(I'm slotting in rod/megs/drift/i want mags but i know he'll get a headache lMAAOO)

(wish i can bring blaster/soundwave/jazz/the ones still on cybertron -aka AU that shit where they are on lost light!!)

You and your band perform away. (I prefer band?? Could be solo artist too?? omg what if each band member gets their own little arc with a bot lmaaooo)

The bots spend their time sipping highgrade and enjoy the performance.

Megatron especially latched onto the lyrics.

Rodimus fucks with the drums and beat

Drift is vibing along, probably fucks with the lyrics as haikus and melody (can we get him a japan arc)

Ultra Magnus want's to die, but eventually warms up to it after a couple drinks and primus he is dancing away. (alternatively if its an outdoor venue and you want spicy, mf totally strips his armor lMAAOO)

Soundwave is 100% recording without consent

Blaster is actually enjoying and dancing away

While it's not like Cybertronians never had music or performances back on Cybertron, they were totally different from Earth's version. Top it off with millions of years of war, it basically was foreign. Besides, listening to songs for the first time live without prior knowledge is difficult. But not for Megatron. Something about the flow of the lyrics and melody drew him in.

It felt like a poem. A piece of writing animated into life, becoming an artform. One that's being presented in front of his very own optics.

Performance arts. As he was told. And now he understood why.

(insert his rambling and thoughts about xyz songs, i have not decided what songs/if i write my own shit lmaaoo someone analyze music with me from their perspective!!)

After the performance, you and your band are catching a break in the backrooms. (Can go several routes, either obsessive!megs rescans your tour bus and takes the form ((i seriously cant see it)) or through ~intergalactic~ powers with the governments or whoever, managed to secure vvip slots and manages to meet you)

You two hit it off. (Romantic or platonic i did not decide!!)

Spending the time Megatron has on earth discussing music, lyrics writing, songwriting, and poetry. You explain that Earth music is a very similar to poetry, Often starts off as that, incorporated into a melody. Or vice versa.

You also explain that Earth has several languages, and you often pull elements from them to combine them into a song.

Hearing this, Megatron was excited. Over the sort time, he's warmed up to you and wanted to share his writings with you, but being more on the reserved side, he didn't want to open himself up like that yet. (Yet you did lmao??) But hearing that you enjoy languages and analyzing works from all different places made him finally sheepishly share some of his writings. (Alternatively crack reader version, you scurry like a fucking raccoon and steal his works, i know i would)

You find his writing absolutely beautiful. Originally having him translate his works from Cybertronian into English, as time restrain never allowed you to learn the language.

You don't tell him, but you're already planning to convert his works into music. (Romantic divergence you write it just for him, platonic you perform it for everyone. Give him royalties!! Shanix is a proper currency now!! You start playing the Shanix market with profit from his share, saving it for next time he comes back.) (honestly even romantic route can be performed live, just when LL comes back again)

Ideally you keep in touch with him even when he's departed Earth and back on LL adventures. (If you want angst, we can make it not lmaoaoo)

You already spend plenty of time studying language and songs of the world, but paid extra attention to Cybertronian after this encounter. Wanting to understand the meeting behind his poems. As Cybertronian, is a complex language, a different system that's extremely versatile and open ended when it comes to context.

Spending time translating, and re-writing his thoughts into English, you eventually dedicate a song (or album if you won the right type of adhd ig)

Years later, the LL returns back (we ignore the fact LL timeline is a mess and has multiple alternate dimensions) and either from him keeping in touch with you, or because he hunted your band down with the ~world wide web~ you two reunite and you perform the song.

Album version would have the whole band performing, but special for this concert, you adjusted the set list to a ballad with only an either guitar/keyboard synth/piano version.

Megatron found the performance to be haunting. Even though he's in the farthest rows, vision isn't an issue for Cybertronians. A simple zoom and he can see everything up close. The way your lips tremble with each vibrato, the way you have your eyes closed as you keep on beat with your hands, even the way your voice nearly cracks and how you're choking back tears in the verses. Raw emotion. Emotion he never knew how to portray during his time as a Decepticon leader. Yet wanted to so badly since the days of a miner. He's finally found peace in his spark of what he meant.

Every verse and chorus was created with his writing. A powerful display of passion strung together from his words. One that his very spark flares to the beat of.

[solar-wing]

okay, just so you guys know...

I'm still working on Shadowing Nightwing. Just making edits and doing my best to tone down the length because it's well over 40k words and I–... I just can't.

Also, I'm trying to make sure that it's good and spicy enough for what y'all are expecting, but also something that won't get taken down on patreon, tumblr, etc. the literal second it's up—because again, it's spicy. Honestly, what I might end up doing is posting the first part of it, and then doing what I did with 'One Kent Was Enough,' linking the rest of the story to AO3 cause I'm tired of having to jump through hoops and loops with these platforms.

like Patreon is taking forever to "review" and put back one of my stories for "violating" community guidelines. And don't even get me started with Tumblr and their nonsense because I just saw one of my mutuals get his post hidden on here due to "explicit sexual content" that was "outside" of user guidelines.

and the crazy part is, his fic was under 1,500 words and was nowhere near as bad as some of the fem!reader content I've seen on here. Like I know I keep ranting about this (and I'll damn sure continue to), but I'm so sick of the bias against m!reader content, especially when it's explicit.

We already get a bunch of fem readers getting mad at us for not wanting to write content that includes them even when we explicitly state that we are m!reader authors and only write for male or gen!neutral readers. Then, the content we do write for our audience always ends up getting flagged or taken down for being outside of user guidelines, when it's barely anything bad.

Like the amount of abduction, non-con/CNC that could be considered borderline grape without the g, coercion, manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, YANDERE, etc. f!reader fics I've read on this platform and others that have no warnings, flags, or shadowbans from what I can tell is truly something ridiculous. Matter of fact, they'll literally have the most likes, reblogs, and engagement I've ever seen. But, our male reader fics get flagged for using the word bussy instead of pussy...I'm not even joking.

but, I digress.

ANYWAY, with all that being said, once Shadowing Nightwing is posted, I'm gonna take a break away from smut and Omegaverse fics for a minute only because trying to do that specific stuff has started to feel more like a job than something I enjoy and have fun with, and I don't want to burn myself out or give y'all content that I'm not proud of or feel like it's half-assed.

Plus, I'll be honest, this past week has been really hard mentally, emotionally, and creatively for me given the results of this election, I can't even say I'm surprised, but I can damn well say I'm pissed off. Like, I can barely write without sitting there thinking about the fact that this orange peel of a FELON AND THUG—yeah I said it for you sibling and cousin fucking, buck-tooth, bobblehead, ding-dong, dropped ON your heads, mindless little minions—ahem—I mean, conservatives (if conservative means conversing brain cells that is) and his adult sid phillips looking ass v.p. cheated like someone trapped in a room with all their favorite foods while being on a diet, or more than half this country is really that stupid.

keep in mind, we're talking about a country with a lacking education system paired with a population of *checks note* sibling and cousin fucking, buck-tooth, bobblehead, DING-DONG, SLAMMED on their heads, mindless little minion bitches—AHEM—conservatives so that last part really wouldn't be surprising.

but again, I digress.

Shadowing Nightwing will be out soon, and we'll be returning to some PG-13 content for some time until I can wrap my head around this—or find the cheapest and quickest flight to Saturn—whichever comes first.

anyways, pls stay safe out there guys in these next four years, especially my minorities out there WHO VOTED FOR KAMALA AND TIM. If you voted third-party, didn't vote, or voted for the felon and adult sid phillips, I PRAY you get everything you voted for 😉. no seriously, I'm really rooting for you 😊

MWAH 😘 kisses, bitches 💛

to the rest of my lovelies, I love you all, stay safe and shine bright, and I'll be here soon with Shadowing Nightwing (that is if I haven't found a direct flight to Saturn first...fingers crossed🤞🏽)

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What are your favorite tropes or plot points in Jason fics and why do you like them???

That’s really hard for me to narrow down. I will read just about anything gen that’s Jason-centric. Usually what makes or breaks a fic for me is the quality of the writing and characterization, rather than specific plot points or tropes. That said, some things do stand out…

Competent Jason, my beloved, how I adore you. He’s makes killer (ba-dum-tss 🥁) plans, he can adapt on the fly, and he’s got the range and depth to go up against anyone.

That’s my boy, any story that celebrates this is golden in my book. (Images from Event Leviathan #3)

I like Bruce and Jason origin stories, or stories that deal with them being father/son and Batman/Robin, because these boys love each other so much and, honestly, I just want them to be happy together.

I like fix-its or what-ifs that center around the Lost Days/UtRH timelines, because Jason’s story is a goddamn tragedy and I like thinking about all the ways it could have gone better/differently.

I like stories that feature late UtRH or Outlaws era Jason where he goes through real growth and development, because dc refuses to give us any meaningful character evolution without ripping it away or undermining it, and I have to feed my soul somehow. Bonus points if Jason gets to be badass with his guns or sword (or both 🤤).

I’m always up for a story that deals with batarang incident, although preferably not Dick-finds-out-and-runs-off-to-yell-at-Bruce, been there read that. Also, time travel or alt universes where Red Hood is there for Jaybin, because of all the lovely angst and hurt/comfort (and when it comes down to it, time and time again, Jason can really only depend on himself—thanks dc 🖕).

Finally, I’m weirdly lowkey obsessed with Selkie!Jason. There’s just something about baby Jay as a baby seal that melts my heart. Plus I think the vulnerability of the Selkie coat mythology is a really good fit for Jason’s character, which is so often held hostage to the narrative or other characters.

I could go on, but that’s probably enough for now. Thanks for the ask, anon! 💙