#-fake whoops tag limit

[tequiilasunriise]

Let’s see here- an abusive, narcissistic prick who manipulates women and has a clear red raging bull design but the fandom calls him a “fucken goatman” regardless?

At the very least Adam was so homophobic that, in a roundabout way, he became the number one Bumbleby truther (“I will make it my mission to destroy everything you love, starting with her”, “WHAT DOES SHE EVEN SEE IN YOU?!”, etc etc), the fuck does Montyass got going fer him???

#also blake and ada are both bisexuals wh got manipulated and hurt by these two respective dipshits but ada got NOTHING on miss bellabooty #ada girl please i understand this is a realistic deciption of someone suck in a cycle of abuse #that as a victim of hostility you are drawn to all that u know and willing to take in any scrap of positive attention u can no matrer how fa #-fake whoops tag limit #BUT GIRLY PLEASE GET UP GET UPPP U CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER LIKE #LIKE YEAH I UNDERSTAND WHERE UR COMING FROM AND HOW U JUST HAD A HUGE MENTAL BREAKDOWN #AND HOW ANNABEL MADE IT WORSE BUT SAYING NO ONE IS GONNA TAKE U SERIOUSLY AND MONTYASS CAPITALIZED ON THIS #BY SEEMINGLY TAKING U SERIOUSLY AND NOW UR UNDER HIS SPELL #BUT HOLY FUCK!!! ARE U MAKING BAD CHOICES RN!!! #meanwhile Blake’s arc of growth past her trauma of domestic abuse and learning to trust others and love herself #the chef’s arent kissing bro this is cHEF’s W E D D I N G #rwby #bumbleby #blake belladonna #nevermore webtoon #ada nevermore #no i wont tag the ship name fuck that noise stay out stay out sTAY OUTTTT‼️‼️‼️

[blur-from-the-north]

AI training statement

I don't usually do text posts on this blog, much less random rants.

Anyway, Tumblr recently decided to do a Business Move where they sold image data to AI training companies.

First, I was like "Ha ha ha ha HA! Tumblr really is a good source for that stuff." I mean, this blog of mine is deliberately an outlet of mediocre photography.

To be perfectly clear: This blog is my outlet for publishing photos that i've deemed neat. They're not necessarily my best work. Some may be excellent like that. Some may be good. Some may be not. Many indeed may be not.

So I was kind of torn about this. Should I keep opted in to this shit? Contribute to the eventual model collapse where people ask AIs to generate good pictures with tags "Nikon D780", "Stylistic", "black and white", and end up with random nonsense?

Another thing was that I actually believe in open sharing of my work, and I really don't mind people reblogging my stuff or even sharing my work elsewhere (with proper attribution/back links).

But I ended up disabling the third-party sharing.

Why? Well, primarily, because I didn't consent to that in the first place.

Also, second thing to consider:

I was actually reminded that this thing was a thing when I was watching Super Eyepatch Wolf's The Bizarre World of Fake Video Games. One Tumblr blog mentioned by the author had disappeared. Commenters said that that could have been due to Tumblr's AI policy change.

OK, so there are art blogs in Tumblr that take art much more seriously than I do, obviously. And they might not even be aware of this policy change.

Dammit.

So:

Granted, whatever AI company is foolish enough to download Tumblr data is going to get a whoooooole lot of incomprehensible nonsense shit, outright Content of Halfassery, and Weird Nerd Shit, and go "whoops! Didn't mean to add any of that!"

But they might catch an occasional bit of brilliance.

Without them knowing it.

Tumblr did a booboo. The usual way websites do this stuff is to recognise that users have the ultimate rights under copyright laws, and that the websites ask limited rights to do whatever they need to do to operate technically, and whatever exceptions there are are specified explicitly. Tumbrl's TOS already tried to cover their butt:

You also agree that this license includes the right for Tumblr to make all publicly-posted Content available to third parties selected by Tumblr, so that those third parties can syndicate and/or analyze such Content on other media and services.

An example of what it means to "make all publicly-posted Content available" to a Tumblr partner for distribution or analysis would be licensing the Tumblr "firehose," a live feed of all public activity on Tumblr, to partners like search engines.

...and despite that policy change, this thing was not added to the "examples". The examples are just about things that you expect Tumblr to do as part of third-party integration, like analytics and search engine stuff. Not stuff like, oh, agreeing to send all of the data to AI companies, and adding opt-out feature afterwards. Funny how that works!

Maybe it's high time Tumblr clarified this particular part of TOS. I'm not a lawyer, I'm a software developer nerd an an an amateur artist, I've learned a lot about intellectual property stuff as a consequence, but this stuff is still murky and Tumblr just straight up deciding to "donate" content to AI companies without users' explicit consent is straight up wrong.

#rant #tumbrl #terms of service #ai bros #tech bros #intellectual property

[aiyexayen]

🧍5, 14, 17, 23, 26, 32, 43, 45, 46!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD I NEVER FINISHED THIS EVEN AFTER I GOT YOUR ANSWER ABOUT WHICH [INSERT FIC] YOU WANTED. this was like months ago lmfao i just found it in my drafts. whoops.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic] (Sex Pest)? Answer it now! i can't say i have a specific question i wish people would ask about that one. maybe "how many of zishu's disciples DID drag off their newest shixiong once he was released from the infirmary, and is that who i think it is??" to which i could say "yes😌 it's han ying, and he went off with no less than four of his shidis. he deserves all the love. gentle, worshipful love from his boyfriends who thought he wasn't going to make it. celebratory, joyous love from his boyfriends who are all finally living their dreams at siji shanzhuang with him. they're having a great time tbh."

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer? yes. perhaps obviously, squicks or potential triggers. but also there's a lot of typical tropes or set-ups or even ships that i've given up on finding my particular flavour in for new writers. one of the primary things that comes to mind is actually the whole category of 'getting together' tropes. there was only one bed, fake dating, they were roommates, etc. i'll really only read that kind of story if it's from a friend, trusted writer, or there's something else about the story premise that really hooks me in spite of the trope tag. or if it's a subverted trope in some way. i can like it but i'm ~picky~

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? i always have a number of extremely specific crossover au's that i'd like to see or write that i think might just be for me. but just like my obscure shl polyships zhou zishu/liu qianqiao/han ying and a-xiang/cao weining/xie'er, i may be surprised and find other people are actually super into it too. like, for current gaming-news-related reasons, my brain's been on a kick of "what if legend of zelda: breath of the wild, but link stumbles upon siji shanzhuang."

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to? so many. uh. i would really like to write a coffee shop au someday just so i can say i have. i'd also really like to write a full longform "what if they swapped fates" au for either cql or shl. i.e. what if lan wangji lost his core and went to the burial mounds and then died for 16 years and wei ying did not do that. or what if wen kexing grew up in siji shanzhuang and headed tianchuang and zhou zishu became gui gu guzhu. that sort of thing.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue? i'm a lot better at writing fics that have no dialogue; i have already written ficlets with no dialogue, mostly character study snippets. it might be a fun challenge to write an only-dialogue fic. i can't imagine i could make a very long one, though. if someone prompts me for one someday i'll definitely try it.

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read? depends on my mood and the hook, but i usually like fics in the 1k-15k range best i think? i do like to popcorn-read small ficlets in collections or series or if someone's done a challenge, though. and i also like to find a really nice premise and settle down for a longhaul fic now and again.

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written? i do take prompts. i love prompts. (everyone please send me prompts). there's absolutely no way i could pick a favourite prompt i've gotten or fic i've written to a prompt. even if i eliminated things like prompt week challenges i've decided to participate in or sign-ups for events and i just limited it to, like, prompts sent via tumblr ask, i still couldn't pick a favourite. i've gotten too many good ones.

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic? probably everything. i wrote my first fic when i was quite young lmfao. uh. in recent years specifically think my dialogue's gotten better. i think i've gotten better at incorporating sensory details and visual details among the internal thoughts.

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write? i vastly prefer writing on the computer. i type pretty fast and i can get in a flow a lot better when i can actually get my brain to focus. i also feel less claustrophobic about it, i think is the word i want--like the process of writing, to me, involves a lot of trying out strings of words and then backspacing them all and trying again, or switching a few words around in the middle, and then rereading and realising it all belongs two paragraphs earlier, and then reading back through those two paragraphs after the transplant for flow before i can get my brain to move onto the true next sentence and inevitably finding a word i want to change...etc. and doing that on a phone is super difficult and the clicking on and off the touch keyboard and the screen bouncing around and losing track of things more than four lines back at a time and not being able to see the paragraph shapes at least half a page at a time just makes me feel absolutely feral. boxed in. i used to just try to power through it when i had a less functional computer setup but now i'll only write on my phone anymore in a pinch or if it's a really small blurb. for similar reasons i really struggle to write anything by hand. the first time i want to move something around and can't? i can't even look at the page anymore unless i rewrite it all out perfectly on a new page each time and very quickly into the process i just want to burn the whole notebook and end up crying instead. (i'm completely neurotypical idk what you're talking about)

anyway that was probably more information than you cared to know but you did ask sjdlfjskdfk

#ask game #my answers

[fullsunskyy]

BTS Social Media Fic Rec Masterlist

I really love SMAU’s so I’ve created a masterlist of all the fics I’ve found. This was mostly so I could keep track of what I’ve read, what chapter I was on for ongoing fics, and ones I haven’t read yet but I felt like it might be helpful so here you go. (Here is the NCT and Stray Kids masterlist as well)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these fics, I just enjoyed them. Please go and support the authors!

Key:

Completed [ ✔ ] In progress [ 🌸 ] Discontinued [❌] Skyler’s Fav’s [ ❤️] 

(TWT)- Twitter (lol sorry for some of the titles, not all had titles so I did my best to give them one)

Updated: 11/6/19  All links should be working!

Apparently I hit the link limit (whoops). Links still seem to work on mobile BUT here is a google doc of the post which is also linked on my page! https://docs.google.com/document/d/15ZAn-jX4btrBVUQRSaUwyb4aeh923a5ntdfWtA8szlg/edit?usp=sharing

Fav Writers:

@firebettercallnct (Seriously read every word she’s ever written)

@njssi

@gukooky

@bloomsuga

@mackenziexosborne

@hxseok-honee

BTS x YN/ ?? x YN

Exposed by @lysjeon [✔]

The Lonely Hearts Club  by @cinnaminsvga [✔] 

In God We Thrust by @cinnaminsvga [✔] 

Alibi by @minyoongone  [✔] 

Before That by @asteriaguk [🌸] 

Locked Out of Heaven by @cinnaminsvga [🌸] 

Nameless (Interactive) by @firebettercallnct [🌸] 

Mystery Boy by @sunsetsjk [🌸] (Currently Reading-ch 10)

Online by @inclebtsmix [🌸] 

Fake Love by @hxneysuga [🌸][❌] 

Life: The Biggest Troll by @adorajoon [❌] 

OT7/OT8 (YN)

Spilled Milk by @adorajoon

Tag, You’re It by @hxseok-honee [🌸] 

Tropicana by dragunjk [✔]

Jin x YN 

Roses by @bloomsuga [ ✔ ]

Love Maze by @sighobii [✔]

Alibi by @minyoongone [✔]

Flower Girl by @mackenziexosborne [✔] 

Online by @inclebtsmix [✔] 

True by @bangtannguk-au [✔]

24/7 by @hxseok-honee [✔] 

Soulmate Tattoos by @inclebtsmix [✔] 

Let’s Get Married by @hangsangwithbts [🌸] 

Namjoon x YN

Anonymous by @bloomsuga [✔] 

Love Is by @hxseok-honee [✔] 

Fuck Feelings by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Cuffed by @firebettercallnct [✔]

Baby by @dayinseoul [✔] 

Meaningless by @sighobii [✔] 

Idol AU by @joonsintro [✔?] 

300 Miles til Disaster Highway by @cinnaminsvga [🌸]

Live and Love by @lysjeon [🌸] 

Hoseok x YN 

Diss-Trackt Me by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

When Worlds Collide by @dayinseoul [✔]

Fool For Your Love by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Turn by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) [✔] (link to tag ‘social media au’ pg 15- no ML- scroll down to intros and part one)

One Time Thing by @bangtann-bangdamn [✔] 

Just Watch by @hxseok-honee​ [🌸]

Catfish by @mackenziexosborne [🌸] 

Metanoia by @minty-minmin [🌸] 

Starstruck by @hopeworldfan [🌸] 

Yoongi x YN 

Diss-Trackt Me by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Shameless by @njssi  [✔] [ ❤️]

Forever, We are Young by @bloomsuga [✔]

Sweet Like Candy by @lysjeon [✔]

Fuck Feelings by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

No Autographs by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

When Worlds Collide by @dayinseoul [✔]

I Found by @hxseok-honee [✔] 

Distant Love by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Shut Up by @tae-hyungsoo [✔]

Daddy Diaries by @bts-reveries [✔] 

Next Door by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Epiphany by @hxneysuga [✔]

Unlikely Alliance by @bts-celestials [✔] 

Spilled Milk by @adorajoon

Call This Love by @minyoongone  [✔] 

Now You See Me by @minsugapie [✔] 

The Real You by @minty-minmin [✔] 

Meaningless by @sighobii [✔] 

Home by @bangtannguk-au [✔] 

No Sleep by @kameliminx [✔] 

Under Construction by @luffles424 [✔] 

Lessons of Love by @honeyminyg [✔] 

Nice Guys Break Hearts by @kpopbopz [✔] 

Daddy Diaries by @bts-reveries [✔] 

Cypher by @bangtan-nugget [✔]

College AU by @joonsintro [✔?]

Just Watch by @hxseok-honee [🌸]

Tranquility by @peacefulmoonflower [🌸] 

Find My Iphone by @ediblesuga [🌸] 

Dancing Emotions by @honeyminyg [🌸] 

Serendipity by @halfmoonbts [🌸] 

Sleepless by @yojeongin [🌸] 

To Win Or To Lose by @firebettercallnct [❌]

Bloom Again by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) [❌] (link to tagged ‘bts college au’- ML doesn’t work)

Jimin x YN 

Undo It by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Clearly Confused by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Angelic by @frgt-me-not [✔]

Pining by @firebettercallnct [✔]

The Music of Fate by @softlyjiminie [✔]

I Hate You, I Love You by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Stardust by @bangtannguk-au [✔]

A Broken Heart is Hard to Fix by @whatspoppin-yoongi  [✔] 

Alibi by @minyoongone [✔]

Turn by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) [✔] (link to tag ‘social media au’ pg 15- no ML- scroll down to intros and part one)

Epiphany by @hxneysuga [✔]

Convenience Store Guy by @blue-mold-gi [✔] 

Is it Fake Love? By @minty-minmin [✔] 

Lust to Love by @bts-celestials [✔] 

Only Strangers by @hxneysuga [✔] 

Soulmate Tattoos by @inclebtsmix [✔] 

Serendipity by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [🌸] 

I Bet You Can’t by @btsocialau [🌸] 

Player by @halfmoonbts [🌸] 

Redland by @silverlightqueen [🌸] 

Daisies by @silverlightqueen [🌸] 

Quiet Hours by @srwbrycke [🌸] 

Supernatural AU by @joonsintro [🌸] 

Taehyung x YN 

Star Crossed by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [✔] [ ❤️]

Diss-Trackt Me by @njssi[✔] [ ❤️]

Undo It by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Collide by @bloomsuga [✔]

Vienesse by @lysjeon [✔]

Happy Accidents by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Mint by @kookoosbunnynose [✔] 

Limerence by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [✔] 

Love Maze by @sighobii [✔]

Under a Shadow by @firebettercallnct [✔]

Brighter Than Heaven, Darker Than Hell by @hxseok-honee [✔]

I’ll See Your True Colors by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Jump Cut  (1) by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) (2nd link is too OG posting, scroll to bottom and read up) [✔]

Epiphany by @hxneysuga [✔]

Online by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Fake Love by @nakajeno [✔] 

Compass by @yojeongin [✔] 

Exchange by dragunjk [✔]

Compass by @yojeongin [✔] 

Trust Issues by @taehyungieaa [✔] 

Heir by @bangtannguk-au [✔] 

All I Want by @ddaengyoongs [✔] (No ML- linked to tag)

Reply Back To Me by @diorjeons (prev. tokyojeons) [✔] (Linked to ML but wont open in separate blog tab but opens on dash)

Cafe Terrace at Night by @srwbrycke [✔] 

College Dad AU by @joonsintro [🌸?] 

The Duff by @softlyjiminie [🌸] 

Rumor Has It by @bangtann-bangdamn [🌸] 

Fire Escape Felonies by @ahgastae [🌸] 

Talk Slow by @njssi [🌸] 

Switched by @minty-minmin [🌸] 

Always on My Mind by @justapotatonow [🌸] 

Heir by @bangtan-nugget [🌸] 

Reverie by @frgt-me-not [🌸]

Tongue Tied by @hxseok-honee [🌸]

Jungkook x YN 

Kiss Marry Kill by @firebettercallnct [✔] [ ❤️❤️]

Roomies by @firebettercallnct [✔] [ ❤️]

Stay and Cook by @firebettercallnct [✔] [ ❤️]

Press Start by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [✔]  [ ❤️]

Undo It by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Mark My Words by @bangtann-bangdamn [✔]

Bloom by @bloomsuga [✔]

Incoming Text by @cinnaminsvga [✔] 

Til Death Do Us Part by @cinnaminsvga [✔]

Oh my god, they were roommates by @mackenziexosborne [✔] 

Happy Accidents by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

An Honest Lie by @dayinseoul [✔]

Star-Crossed Haters by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Marguerite by @frgt-me-not [✔]

Love Maze by @sighobii [✔]

Cuffed by @firebettercallnct [✔]

Social Media Au by @foreverpark (prev. lovewyself) [✔] 

Jump Cut  (1) by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) [✔] (2nd link is too OG posting, scroll to bottom and read up)

I’ll See Your True Colors by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Next Door by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Tattooed by @bangtan-nugget [✔] 

Crossroads by @lunapjm [✔]

Flowerbomb by @goshguk [✔]

Feeble by @jkslug [✔]

Ice Queen by @kookmejeon [✔]

Let’s Get It by @diorjeons (prev. Tokyojeons & jjkspout) [✔] (Linked to ML but wont open in separate blog tab but opens on dash or mobile)

Highschool AU by @joonsintro [✔] 

Fake Love by @nakajeno [✔] 

Game Over-Restart? By @minty-minmin [✔] 

Compass by @yojeongin [✔] 

Bestfriend!Kook au by @lokojk [✔]

Compass by @yojeongin [✔] 

Messy Love by @hxseok-honee [✔] 

Trust Issues by @taehyungieaa [✔] 

Only Strangers by @hxneysuga [✔] 

Just Another Boy by @srwbrycke [✔] 

I Hate That I’m In Love With You by @prkchimins [🌸]

Magic Shop by @seokinkjin [🌸]

Taste of Lies by @firebettercallnct [🌸] [ ❤️]

Breathe by @bloomsuga [🌸] 

Ardent by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [🌸]

Euphoric by @httpsolros [🌸] (Linked to ch 1, no ML)

Two Can Play This Game by @lofihope [🌸] 

Dancing Emotions by @honeyminyg [🌸] 

You Could Call it Love by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [🌸]

Bad Time For A Good Time by @urlocalkpoptrash [🌸] (linked to ch 1, no masterlist for fic)

~Ships~

Yoonmin

Just Focus On Me by @thisfoolishdestiny [✔] 

Denouement by @thisfoolishdestiny [✔] 

Yoonmin Rapper/idol Social Media au by @vicetaes [✔] 

Yoonmin Souncloud Rapper/idol Social Media au by @vicetaes [✔] 

Bad Love by @luneguk [✔] 

Fanboy by @luneguk [✔] 

Tinder AU by @mintysugasweet [✔]  

Next In Line by @goldenclosetkook [✔] 

Orchestra AU by @meinkleinerangel [🌸] 

Yoonmin Idol/Dancer AU by @btssocialaus [🌸] 

No Strings Attached by @pasteljooonie [🌸] (Search ‘NSAPJ’ or ‘Social Media AU’ on authors tumblr and scroll to bottom-no ML.)

Keep Me Company by @goldenclosetkook [🌸?]  

Jikook

Focus (On Me!) by @kookiesangels [✔] [ ❤️]

(TWT) FBI AU by tiniemnie [✔] [ ❤️]

Hickeys At 3AM by @jiminsrighthand [✔] 

Bunnies are Cute by @busanaus [✔]

Happy Accidents by @goldenclosetkook [✔] 

Over My Head by @youneedtohajima [✔]

Fake Boyfriend AU by @youneedtohajima [✔]

Criminal AU by @jiminspineapples [✔]

You and I ☕️ by @littlemochi13 [✔]

Protego by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

Soulmate AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

My Dream Guy by @little-star-in-the-universe [✔] 

Weed Make a Good Couple by @busanaus [✔] 

Rose AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔] 

Neighbors AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔] 

Dream AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔] 

Studio Ghibli AU by @busanaus [✔] 

Secret Admirer AU by @busanaus [✔] 

Calico AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔] 

Idol AU by @busanaus [✔] 

(TWT) Writer AU bu tiniemnie [✔]

(TWT) Idol AU by tiniemnie [✔] 

(TWT) Fanboy AU by minggvk [✔] 

(TWT) Magic Shop by youneedtohajima/tinyfude [✔]

(TWT) Pin Against a Wall AU by youneedtohajima/tinyfude [✔] 

Catfish by @busanaus [✔] 

The Lily and The Eagle by @wingswillholdmeup [✔]

Waste It On Me by @kpopbopz [🌸] 

The Nonsense of Destiny by @littlemochi13 [🌸] 

Packages And Palettes 🎀by @kookiesangels [🌸]  (No ML-linked to tag, scroll down tag list for ch 1)

Taekook

17 by @whippedcris [✔] 

Sugar… Daddy? by @whatspoppin-yoongi  [✔] 

Sugar Coated Comfort by @miniyoonssi [✔]  (Search ‘taekook au’ on author page and scroll down. ML doesn’t work atm)  

Taekook/Yoonmin/Namjin AU by @brightlytae [✔] 

Compass by @yojeongin [✔] 

Just a Prank by @whippedcris [🌸] 

Vmin

Pla(n)tonic Soulmates by @whatspoppin-yoongi  [✔] 

Only Fools Fall by @kpopbopz [✔] 

Vminkook

Taegi

Through The Screen by @goldenclosetkook [🌸]

Sparkles by @goldenclosetkook [🌸?] 

Yoonkook

Play With Me Softly by @goldenclosetkook [✔] 

Mozzafiato;breathtaking by @jeonslilmonster  [✔] 

Sope

From Broken Endings by @goldenclosetkook [✔] 

Black Hole Churning by @youneedtohajima [✔] 

Namjin 

Namkook

I See You Everyday, I Think About You Every Night by @goldenclosetkook [✔] 

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Right Thru Me by @hxseok-honee [✔] 

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[hatant]

I was tagged by the incredible duo @arschlochxdesiree and @qveen-ivy (thanks to you both) and I got tagged by @puurple-r3ign midway through! Great timing 😂 I'm going to be super cheeky and tag the phenomenonal @a-pyre-of-doom in this as well because you just tagged me (I don't know if you get updated on existing posts when you get tagged? Only one way to find out!)

1. Name: Anthony

2. Gender: Male

3. Star sign: Aquarius, baby!

4. Height: 5ft 11″ of goodness

5. Time: At the time of starting this...2.48pm! I’ll probably dip in and out as I am working...ish...so no idea when it’ll be finished!

6. Birthday: Every goddamn year. It’s actually fast approaching (this Saturday, January 30th) which...I’m not a massive birthday person so that’ll be fun avoiding Zoom for a weekend 😂

7. Favourite band: God how do you pick. It depends on my mood...Rise Against, Linkin Park, Árstíðir, Wardruna, The Pretty Reckless, Skindred, Breaking Benjamin, Trivium...so many...

8. Favourite Artist: As above...there are way too many to pick from and my music tastes vary on a daily (hourly) basis. Oh wait, does this mean artist as in painter/sculptor? In which case...J. W. M. Turner and Auguste Rodin. I got to see the original plaster of ‘Porte de l'enfer’ at the Musée d'Orsay last time I was in Paris and God. It’s just...fucking incredible.

9. Song stuck in my head currently: Hmm...Rise Against ‘Survivor Guilt’.

10. Last movie you watched: Spectral (on Netflix) which is a highly underrated bit of sci-fi which then goes full American movie (which looks awesome but I think it should have ended differently personally).

11. Last Series: The last one I finished? Star Trek: Discovery. I’ve added a couple more to my list, Snowpiercer is back with a new season (fucking wahey I cannot wait) and I’ve still got The Expanse going strong.

12: Blog age: 10 years young!

13. Content: God, I don’t even know and it’s my blog. Random, pretty things? Way too many sub-par selfies (I do apologise) and just...things I think are interesting.

14: Last google: Hmm...the last two things in my history are the name of a singer and the price of a Lush 2 toy 😇

15. Side blogs: I’ve had two, a writing blog and a photography blog, but they’ve both gone the way of the Dodo in the years since. I did once strongly consider making a NSFW blog but Tumblr nerfed that idea right in the butt...suppose that could be an option but I don’t know now...

16. Do you get asks: Sometimes. 

17. URL Meaning: Ahaha my name is Anthony, and I always used to wear a hat. ‘Hat Ant’ was one of the many, many nicknames I had. One of the nicer ones too, come to think of it...

18. Following: 300

19. Followers: 498 wonderful people (for some strange reason) and probably more than a few porn bots! No fake sugardaddies though...I think...

20. Average sleep hrs: Hmm...usually about 7? At the weekend it can be 7, it can be 10...there’s zero consistency 😂

21: Lucky number: 3 and 7

22: Instruments: I own a violin and a bodhran...I’m not particurly great with either but enthusiasm counts!

23. Clothes: I do own clothes! Admittedly a lot of you might have thought I don’t consider I never seem to be wearing any in pics 😂 currently, a red shirt and some very comfy grey tracksuit trousers.

24. Dream job: Ahaha right now, the prospect of a dream job is just that...a dream. A photographer or a blacksmith - or even better, a photographer-cum-blacksmith! I just want to create things rather than work through spreadsheets.

25. Dream Trip: Right now...I really want to be back in Iceland. Just...fucking yes Iceland. One of the most gorgeous places I’ve ever been, though the sulphur smell of the water takes some getting used to.

26. Favourite food: Oh God...I think it’s easier to list which is my least-favourite (chicken feet) than it is my favourite. I’m a sucker for a good spag bol.

27. Nationality: British

28. Favourite song: Honest to God it varies so much (these favourite questions feel like a cop out because I don’t have definite answers) but I just...there’s too much to enjoy to limit it to a single song. Right now...In Flames ‘Follow Me’.

29. Last Book: I haven’t finished my current book yet, ‘Tragic Sense of Life’ by Miguel de Unamuno - though the last book I was reading was ‘Dan Leno and The Limehouse Golem’ by Peter Ackroyd (which, I’ve just realised, I haven’t actually finished yet. Whoops).

Now...to tag people...@aspiringsorcerer @thejesterrace @luxxm00n @videogamesandbooty @ann3xia @dollmouthh @elysianvampire @havocinthebluebox @sleepingongodstits  only do it if you want to!

[ephemeralstark]

The Targets We Paint

Summary:  “Do you really think walking into Stark Industries with a handcuffed kid is a good idea?” Peter asked, “because the second you get in there, someone will alert the emergency services, you won’t get far.” 

 “You’re wrong,” and even though Peter knew he wasn’t, the complete lack of concern in the man’s voice was causing him mild anxiety. “

Well, we’ll see, won’t we?” the man asked, not remaining silent for long, “we’ll see who’s worrying about calling the cops when I’m threatening to blow your brains all over their pristine white floors.”

 Peter swallowed, hard, “shows how prepared you are,” he said with false bravado, “the floors in the main atrium are black marble.” 

-

 Peter knew being Spider-Man put a target on him, but it was a risk he was willing to take for the safety of the citizens of Queens. He just never considered how dangerous it could be to be Peter Parker.

AN: whumptober day 4: prompt - collapsed building. TW for bombs, guns, violence, proceed with caution. Sorry the prompt only appears at the end whoops and this is going to be 3 parts not 2 bc i suck 

Part 2 of 3

To Peter’s horrified surprised the man who was holding him started to laugh, and not a fake sarcastic laugh, but a full-bellied, shoulder shaking guffaw that made the gun against Peter’s temple shake, he could hear the bullets inside tremble. There was no more innocent hope that the weapon hadn't been loaded. 

“Everyone says you’re smart, and you really are, aren’t you?” the man asked. 

“Is this all an elaborate plan to test my intelligence?” Mr. Stark asked and Peter’s eyes jumped to his feet as he watched him slide a foot forward on the marble, trying to inch his way closer without being detected, “because I have to admit there are easier ways to go about that than holding my intern hostage. I’m a show-off, you just had to challenge me to an IQ test or something.” 

“Is this the part where you ask me to let him go?” the man asked idly, his tone so conversational as he ignored Mr. Stark that it sent shivers down Peter’s spine as his Spidey-Sense warned him that he wouldn't be walking out of this situation unscathed.

But what could he do? The man was holding the gun so tightly to his head that if he tried anything, there was a good chance he would be dead before he could so much as turn around.

“Why would I ask that?” Mr. Stark asked him. 

“Don't you care for his life?” the man asked. 

“I mean I’d rather you didn't kill him in front of all of these people,” Mr. Stark said with a small shrug, “and I have to admit that I’ve grown rather fond of his inane rambling, but you don't seem to care about that.”

“Beg me to release him,” the man said. 

“Is that what this is about?” Mr. Stark asked, inching closer once more. “Is this all just a power trip for you?” 

Peter felt the man holding him tense, “a power trip?” he asked, and it was obvious that he was unhappy about the phrasing. 

“Well, you’re walking into my building with my intern at gunpoint as you demand to speak with me, and the moment I turn up you want to hear me beg?”  Mr. Stark said, “I have to admit, it seems a little power trippy.”

“This isn't a power trip,” oh, the man was speaking through gritted teeth now, Mr. Stark was definitely hitting a nerve somewhere. 

“Come on, wait, what’s your name? Is it Dave? You look like a Dave, we’re all going to call you Dave now, right kid?” Mr. Stark said. 

“Uh, he’s holding a gun to my head I don't think I want to do that,” Peter mumbled. 

“Come on, Kid, Dave knows there are at least five guns trained on him by now, if he does anything, he’ll be dead before he hits the ground,” Mr. Stark told him as though that was meant to be reassuring. 

“Maybe I don’t care about making it out alive,” Dave said, but Peter could feel his sudden tension that contradicted his words. 

“Oh, you do though,” Mr. Stark said, “otherwise that bomb would have been set off the moment I arrived in this atrium, you wouldn't be bothering to try and appear more powerful than me, you would have done it instantly and it would be attached to you rather than a device in your pocket.” 

“Stop… talking… about… power!” Dave said slowly through gritted teeth, the volume rising with each word that slipped out.

“You’re a little touchy on that aren’t you?” Mr. Stark asked.

“You keep trying to undermine me,” Dave snapped, “but who’s the one with a hostage right now?” 

“Oh, big deal, you kidnapped a fifteen-year-old, and a pretty lanky, dorky one,” Mr. Stark said, “pretty sure Peter has never done a sport in his life.” 

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said with an offended sniff, “I’m being held as a hostage, are you really going to do me the dirty right now?” 

“Kid, come on, I had to pick you up last week because you tried to climb the rope and fell and somehow missed the mat?” Mr. Stark said, “like come on, that mat is huge, how did you miss? And how the hell did you fall?” 

“I was showing off,” Peter lied - he had actually intentionally fallen so that people wouldn't be suspicious that Peter Parker could suddenly climb the rope, it wasn't his fault that he was stupid and misjudged the fall.

“Why would you pick him up if he’s just your intern?” Dave asked suspiciously. 

“Come on, Dave, keep up,” Mr. Stark said, rolling his eyes, he was now close enough that Peter could smell his cologne, “I told you, the inane babbling grows on you, if you zone him out enough it's like there’s a toddler yapping away.” 

“A toddler?” Peter asked. 

“My name isn't Dave.”

“What is it then?” Peter asked, “because I’m kinda calling you Dave in my head now.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” 

Dave was pissed.

Peter’s Spidey-Senses screamed at him a nano-second before he felt something hard crack against the back of his skull and a dizzy wave overtook him as he fell forward, Mr. Stark caught him just before he hit the ground, which Peter was grateful for as with his hands still cuffed behind his back he would have landed with his face hitting the marble and no way to try and prevent this.

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered to Mr. Stark, “I didn't react quick enough, he had the cuffs on before I could think.” 

“Don’t blame yourself,” Mr. Stark replied quietly and he helped the cuffed boy back to his feet, and Peter didn't miss the look of horror as his mentor froze and stared at his own hands that were now tainted with the blood of the kid before him, “you're bleeding?” 

“The cuffs have spikes inside,” Peter said quietly. 

“They wh-”

“Enough waffling,” Dave said with a tone of impatience, “tell your men to put their weapons down otherwise I’ll release.” 

Peter’s gaze instantly fell on Dave’s hand that was holding the wired contraption that looked a lot like what he’d expect a bomb to look like, and then in the other hand was a button and judging from the way his thumb was tensed, he was pressing down which meant… oh. 

“Mr. Stark, if he releases that…” 

“I know, Kiddo,” Mr. Stark said, Peter saw a muscle in his jaw twitch, “alright, just be careful with that thing.”

“Tell them,” Dave said. 

“Right, guys, you heard him,” Mr. Stark announced, “fall back.”

By that point Peter could hear the law enforcement officers outside discussion tactics and planning to make contact, little did they know that it was pointless, Dave was heading towards his endgame and it was growing more and more clear that this wasn't about money. 

“If you ignite that bomb, you’re going to die,” Mr. Stark said, “is that really what you want?” 

“I don't care,” Dave said, “you destroyed me, Stark, you ruined everything, and now… I’m willing to put my life on the line to get my revenge.” 

“Look, this is getting old,” Mr. Stark said, trying to push Peter behind him, not that Peter would allow that, “we’ve already established that you don't want to die, so spill the truth, did you work here?” 

“No,” the man scoffed, “I would never have demeaned myself in that way.” 

“First: rude, and second, then why are you so pissed off?” 

“Do you remember the new theory that Oscorp Industries released?” Dave asked. 

Mr. Stark scoffed and let out a laugh, “of course this is related to Oscorp, and yes, I do. It was flawed and there was no way to prove it without inhumane human trials that would have risked lives and had a high rate of fatalities.” 

“That was my theory,” Dave shouted, “I was queued up for a promotion, I was going to get the funding to prove it true, and then you made a statement to the press about it and they were suddenly watching us.” 

“So you’re mad you were going to be held accountable?” Mr. Stark asked, “sounds like I did all the participants a favour, really.”

“You-” Dave broke off, visibly shaking with fury, “you don't get to say that, you don't get to-” 

“You need to calm down,” Mr. Stark told him. 

That was apparently the worst thing Mr. Stark, or anyone could have said because Dave was instantly furious. He threw everything he was holding against the ground and Peter was able to see the instantly look of terrified regret on his face that told him enough to act. 

Without the use of his hands, he was limited on what he was able to do, so he used his shoulder and rammed Mr. Stark to the ground with it, the older man was taken aback with the shock of the action and fell easily, just in time for Peter to cover his body with his own as a blast radiated from behind. 

It was hot, Peter thought before his attention turned to the trembling ground and he wondered whether they were unlucky enough to be having an earthquake at the same time. He would have considered it further, and perhaps he would have realised that the building was crumbling around him, but he was hit by something solid and the darkness dragged him under so that he was blissfully unaware of anything further. 

Tag List: @joyful-soul-collector @thatavengersbitch @spidey-reids-2003 @clover-roseee @thespydersargon @iron-loyalty @ormbunkar @justme--emily @pookiethefrickinbunn @pillowspace @akalovelymaybe

#peter parker #tony stark #iron man #spider-man #whump #whumptober #whumptober 2020

[gostaks]

About the Blogger

tagged by @lifeattomsdiner​. Thanks!

Name: Alan

Pronouns: Surprise me!

Sexuality: Queer

Hogwarts House: So... I want to be a Utopian. But I have this feeling that in order to call myself a Utopian I need to first do better at being a Utopian? I know they wouldn’t reject me and there’s no way Utopia doesn’t accept that people have disabilities and limits, but honestly it’s part of the Ongoing Identity Crisis, so until I make up my mind I’m most comfortable as a Greylaw. ....Whoops, that was Terra Ignota.

Favourite animal(s): Today’s vibe is the honeyguide, a species of wild bird has a mutualistic relationship with humans—it’s not domesticated, but it communicates with human hunters and leads them to beehives.

Current time: 7:50 PM (Pacific)

Dream job: I mentioned the Ongoing Identity Crisis? Whatever I do, I want to be really good at it but not so good that I get bored.

When did I make this blog: Spring 2014, just about 7 years ago (wow)

URL explanation: from wikipedia

Q: What is the gostak?

A: The gostak is what distims the doshes.

Q: What's distimming?

A: Distimming is what the gostak does to the doshes.

Q: Okay, but what are doshes?

A: The doshes are what the gostak distims.

Basically it’s a nonsense word that illustrates how you can do grammar to a word even if you have no idea what it means. When I’m being fake deep I say that it’s a reminder that you have no idea whether I know what the words I’m writing mean. Really, I like the way it sounds and it makes me very happy when people ask how my doshes are doing :D

Let’s tag, oh, @miseriathome, @siriusmistake, @dainesanddaffodils, @sonictruth, my favorite enemy @ducktoothcollection, and anyone who owns a rubber duck

#text #realtime #shut up alan

[sign-from-god-complex]

(fake fic title) Four Seven Hate

Four Seven Hate

Summary: There were very few people on Logan’s shit list. He was pretty forgiving, as long as people went the proper lengths to apologise for any missteps, and he was much more likely to declare someone not worth his time than he was to take an active role in disliking them.

One person who was on that list, however, was Remy Wake.

Pairing: Losleep

A/N: Whoops! Looks like it’s not a fake fic title anymore. I’m so, so glad I’ve finally managed to write another fic cause I’ve been trying for like a week and all it’s gotten me was a lot more WIPs and a lot more frustration. But I did it! So here you go!

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Logan was not sure why he showed up to this party. He barely knew anybody, he wasn’t interested in drinking and, despite his tendency to get work done weeks before the deadline, he did have actual studying to be doing.

He also wasn’t sure why, when pulled by the hand to join a small circle on the floor by Roman—the only person at the party he actually knew and the driving force that had landed him here in the first place—he didn’t immediately get up and leave. Circles at a party were never a good thing, not if you didn’t want to get roped into some party game you most certainly weren’t interested in, like truth or dare or never have I ever or-

Seven minutes in heaven. Apparently.

And, of course, it was just Logan’s luck that he was selected to go first.

After Roman had lifted him clean off the ground and shoved him into the closet—much to his loud protests—he had nothing to do but wait for his partner in this party hell to arrive. He had already tried the knob the moment the door had been closed behind him but it seemed as if this group must have located the host and obtained a key because it wouldn’t budge.

The wait seemed to take much longer than he had expected it to—if Logan was prone to paranoia, he would say that the selection of his partner hadn’t been quite so random but he wasn’t, so he didn’t—but soon enough the door of the closet opened again and a body was being shoved in beside him.

There was very little light in the closet but, thankfully, Logan’s eyes had already had time to adjust to the darkness and he got the chance to see his partner before they had a chance to see him. And he wasn’t pleased with what he saw.

Remy Wake.

The biggest slacker and most irreverent asshole Logan had ever had the displeasure of knowing.

Based on the scowl on Remy’s face upon recognising his cellmate, Logan would assume Remy had a similar dislike of his person, but as opposed to Logan, he thinks it’s unlikely that Remy’s opinions of him have any basis in fact. (He ignores the niggling thought in the back of his mind that, given their incredibly limited encounters, he’s not entirely sure that his opinions actually have much of a basis in fact either.)

Logan had already been certain that nothing was going to happen in this closet tonight but setting his sights on Remy had only made him doubly as certain.

“What a surprise,” he muttered, his face set firmly in disapproval—not that Remy could probably see it all that well with those sunglasses on in the dark closet, “There’s a party and Remy Wake is present. Surely, it’s unprecedented.”

Remy looked away for a moment, heaving out a sigh. “How the fuck would you know how many parties I’ve attended? It’s not like you ever come. And it seems even when you do you look like a fucking tax accountant.”

Something similar had actually been said by Roman when Logan had left the dorms earlier this evening but Logan hadn’t let it get to him then and he certainly wouldn’t let it get to him now. He simply smoothed out the material of his coat—strange to keep it on even in the house, yes, but he was always particularly susceptible to the cold—and resigned himself to seven minutes of tense, frustrated silence.

Against all odds, they did manage to survive the seven minutes—the time spent glowering at each other, rolling their eyes and making snide comments.

At one point, Remy actually removed his sunglasses. He was muttering something about trying to find a way out of here, blinking around the room with eyes much bluer than Logan had expected by any means. Logan couldn’t even figure out why Remy would even wear sunglasses with eyes that blue. When Remy caught Logan staring, though, he quickly shoved his glasses back on, seemingly trying to look like it hadn’t bothered him by throwing out some comment about Logan’s loss at his debate meeting last week. Logan wasn’t even sure how Remy knew he’d lost debate last week.

It didn’t matter though because they were back to arguing and by the time the closet door was opened, Logan could not be gladder to finally be rid of Remy Wake.

Of course, it didn’t stop there.

No, suddenly, Logan was encountering Remy all over campus. He was lounging about at Logan’s favourite coffee place, he was the new member of Logan’s study group, he was hanging off Roman’s arm, giggling in a way that was just so incredibly irritating.

Logan had tried to ask Roman why Remy had suddenly seemed to become his new best friend (in a way that he thought totally didn’t make him sound jealous or needy, thank you very much) but, in response, Roman just gave him that smile. That stupid smile that usually indicated that Roman thought he was incredibly socially inept—which, true, but why say it—and Logan had stormed off to fume.

Stupid Remy. Stupid Remy with his stupid smirk and his stupid flirting and his stupid laugh and his stupid hair and his stupid eyes behind his stupid sunglasses and the stupid way he hated him even though Logan wasn’t sure why.

Logan wasn’t really sure why he hated Remy either.

Sure, maybe he wasn’t the most invested in his studies but then, neither was Roman with certain classes, and that didn’t stop them from being—sometimes reluctant—best friends. There was just something about Remy that made him feel and, worse, made him feel things he didn’t understand. And Logan hated not understanding.

When he came out of his room, looking vaguely like he’d just gone through something of an emotional hurricane, Roman just gave him a pat on the back and one of the Crofter’s cookies he’d stashed away. Clearly, Logan’s revelation was only a revelation to him. And, hopefully, to Remy.

He tried to catch Remy at the end of the next study meeting, looming over his shoulder as he packed his bag.

“Uh, sorry, hon, but I got nothing to say to you, ‘kay?” Remy snarked, throwing his satchel over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows at Logan, “So why don’t you just get out of my way.”

Logan stood his ground despite Remy’s comment, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Remy looked as if he was just about to push past Logan when he finally spoke up

“I’m sorry.”

At that, Remy looked… genuinely caught off guard and for just a moment his persona seemed to drop, leaving him confused and… something else Logan couldn’t quite identify.

He took a breath, his brow furrowed.

“I wasn’t… exactly sure why it was that I found you so frustrating. I had convinced myself that it was your lack of study habits and generally—” Logan waved his hand around for a moment—“flippant attitude towards school in general. Though, of course, that excuse fell apart as soon as you joined the study group and I realised that Roman is just as bad, if not worse, in engaging in his classes.”

Remy gave no reply, simply watching him as he took another moment to think.

He cleared his throat. “That is all to say, that I apologise for my behaviour towards you over the time we’ve known each other and I would appreciate the chance to metaphorically… start over, as it were?”

There was another moment of silence as Remy regarded him, lips twisted slightly but in a way that Logan hoped was more considering than it was cruel.

“Yeah, alright,” Remy finally conceded, a slight grin pulling at his features, “Starting over it is.”

Logan stuck out his hand for Remy to shake and at Remy’s equal-parts confused and amused expression, he elaborated.

“I… uh, I never got the chance to properly introduce myself, I don’t think. I’m Logan McKenzie, I like debates, books, astronomy and anybody who’ll give me the opportunity to ramble for hours about things they probably don’t care about.”

A grin spread across Remy’s face as he took Logan’s hand in his. “Remy Wake. I like coffee, cute boys, puzzles and anybody who’ll let me wake them up at three in the morning for a trip to get slushies.”

“Wanna go for coffee?”

Remy grinned, big and bright and real. “Yeah. Sounds good, nerd.”

—————

“So… uh, did you ever figure out why you did seem to hate me so much?” Remy asked, bumping his shoulder against Logan’s as they made their way out of the library.

Logan startled slightly. “Oh! Yes. I find you extremely physically attractive.”

Remy didn’t think he could be blamed for walking directly into the doorframe at that but with the sound of Logan’s laughter echoing in his ears, so pretty and joyful, he wasn’t really hurrying to explain himself.

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and, of course, for the losleep, @sleepless-in-starbucks and @emo-disaster

#sanders sides #losleep #sleeplogical #logan sanders #remy sanders #roman sanders #he's a silent master of 'logan you dumbass gay get your shit together and admit you like remy or so help me' #and that's so valid #lo can write #emo-disaster-main #ask lo #also I do know that four seven eight is probably supposed to be relating to the breathing technique #(after I looked it up because I couldn't figure out why it sounded so familiar) #but also my mind went straight to this so oh well hahah

[purplesimmer455]

Never Have I Ever Tag Sims 4 Edition

Developed by @tabbyrhsims4simblr

I was tagged by the fabulous @fataleromeo thanks again 😄😊💛

Rules are simple respond to the statements using one of your OC. Answer as truthfully has you can then tag other simblrs. If you don’t like these statements and want to put in your own for your sim respond to that’s fine too! Please use the #NeverHaveIEverSims4Tag so I can see what you all do. Have fun!

Oh whoops, I thought this was a couples tag for some reason so I’m also gonna have Maya and Kaitlyn both answer 😯🤔😊

1- bragged about something I have not done.

Maya: Nope, never

Kaitlyn: I mean, I did it as a joke as a teen so I guess I have

2- been kicked out of a bar.

Kaitlyn: Never (at Maya’s look) Wow, you don’t believe me, Feldman?

Maya: I thought it would be possible considering (she grins at Kaitlyn) and same for me

3- swam naked in a pool / beach.

Maya: I have, with my lovely dorky wife here, but it was a private pool in Selvadorada. It was amazing, not to go into TMI territory

Kaitlyn: (grinning at the memory) I have too

4- lied about a family member dying as an excuse to get out of doing something.

Kaitlyn: Woah, I’ve never done that

Maya: Nope. That’s going a bit too far tbh

5- been with the former love of my best friend.

Maya: No, I haven’t. It would be too weird unless I had the okay from my friend

Kaitlyn: Okay, this is gonna sound a bit bad but yeah. In 11th grade I dated my then best friend Amanda’s ex Rachel for a few weeks, but it was all good since Amanda was over Rachel and I approached her about it before even asking Rachel out

6- gone into the wrong restroom.

Kaitlyn: Hmm, I think I did once in high school and luckily it was empty so I just walked out

Maya: I don’t think I ever did

7- been in handcuffs.

Maya: (smirking at Kaitlyn) I bet you have, Chen. I have never

Kaitlyn: (laughing) Oh my god, get your mind out of the gutter, Feldman. I’ve never done this either. Besides, you immediately jumped to a more woohoo based answer

8- said ‘I love you’ just to get laid.

Kaitlyn: Never. In the past, when I wanted to woohoo with another woman, I’d just let her know. Now, with Maya, I mean it when I say ‘I love you’ to her, I’d never use that to just have her sleep with me

Maya: Same here. I’ve only had woohoo with Kaitlyn and I say I love you outside of the woohoo because I love her, rather than to get laid. Sorry, I’m a hopeless romantic so a part of me is horrified at the thought 

9- stole something with a higher value than $10.

Kaitlyn: I have never stolen anything (she grins at Maya and asks her) is it cheesy for me to say except for your heart? (Maya laughs, shaking her head) 

Maya: I have never stolen anything either, except, as Kaitlyn mentioned, her heart

10- shot a gun.

Maya: I have never

Kaitlyn: I shot a fake gun for an action movie as a heroine, but the effects were added digitally

Maya: Oh god, I love that movie, you were so badass and sexy (blushing)  Whoops, can I say that here?

11- dined and dashed?

Kaitlyn: I have once, and I felt pretty bad about it. I even came back and told the manager what happened and paid the money

Maya: I have never, mom and dad once told me that actions like that lead to consequences for not just me but the waiting staff and the restaurant and such so I couldn’t even imagine it. Plus it doesn’t seem right

12- had a paranormal experience. 

Maya: Oh my gosh, yup. I mean, we live in such a cool world with supernatural and human sims so it’s more common now, but I still get excited to meet other supernatural creatures

Kaitlyn: Same here, plus I’m married to the most amazing woman who happens to also be a mermaid

13- had a surprise party thrown for me.

Kaitlyn: I have. My mom and dad and Hailey threw it and it was amazing and sweet, just the 3 of us for my 14th birthday party years ago

Maya: I have as well. When I was 12, dad threw a surprise party for me for my birthday and invited our whole family, even yiayia Pearl who came back from her travels, and he got me this limited edition Henry Puffer book set and even baked me a strawberry cake and- (Maya’s voice cracks and Kaitlyn takes her hand in a comforting gesture) sorry, thinking about that memory beings back so much nostalgia

14- pressured someone into getting a tattoo or piercing.

Maya: (quickly wiping away a tear and laughing before answering) Oh yeah, I have. But it wasn’t that much pressuring per se. I convinced Abby to get a sunflower tattoo on her back as well so we could get it together

Kaitlyn: I have not

15- thrown something into a TV or computer screen. 

Kaitlyn: I have not

Maya: well, once I was watching Moonlight Massacre 2 with Kaitlyn and I got so scared that I accidentally threw a couch pillow and it hit the screen (Kaitlyn laughs) 

16- played strip poker.

Maya: I have never

Kaitlyn: I have, but it was just once with these 4 Women from college and we didn’t go that far, plus I left before I had to take my underwear or bra off so yup

Maya: (grinning) I can believe that. Oh god, I hope our chickpea never sees this, it’s gonna probably scar her 

17- gone commando.

Kaitlyn: I have, but not in public. It’s only with Maya

Maya: Same here, I have but only with Kaitlyn at home or in private

18- performed on stage.

Maya: Oh, nope. I had too much stage fright as a kid and although it’s gotten better now, I’m still not getting up on stage and performing in front of so many people

Kaitlyn: I have. I love performing and acting onstage or just in general. I’m starring in Last Town in the West and I can’t wait til we start production for the movie

19- ate a whole carton of ice cream in one sitting by myself.

Kaitlyn: I have, I could eat chocolate ice cream all day

Maya: I have not, although I always wanted to

20- accidentally sent an inappropriate text message to my mom that was intended for my girlfriend/boyfriend?

Maya: Oh god, yup. I meant to send a picture of me wearing this cute bikini to Kaitlyn with a mildly spicy text message and I sent it to my mom instead. I was so embarrassed but she just laughed it off

Kaitlyn: I have as well. (laughing) I just sent a photo of me posing in my Captain Sigma suit to Maya with some woohoo-y text, and I realized I had accidentally sent it to mom and she video called me, laughing her butt off and telling me that she had gotten Maya’s message by mistake and I was mortified

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1,500 Followers Celebration

Hello, my lovelies! So I recently reached the milestone of 1.5k followers (as you guessed from the title) and I was to celebrate! Since I am now living in my new apartment at school and I have a little time before classes actually start I would love to do a little writing challenge. 

This is going to run in a similar fashion as my last celebration which means I will add a prompt list to this post and then you guys can either pick a prompt for yourself to write, or you can request that I write something based on a prompt. 

Rules:

I will only write prompts from the prompt list, my normal requests are still open but these will not be included in the Spectacular.

Pairings can be Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, or any of their characters with the reader. I would also love to read Stucky fics, but I don’t think I would be able to write them.

You can also request or write Diana Prince fics bc I love her.

All fics must be posted by October 6th, that gives you a little over a month.

Tag me in all fics and use the tag #Tiana’s 1.5k followers celebration

*I reserve the right to change or add any rules as well as deny any requests.*

Note: some prompts will be done twice if people request that I write them and someone else requests to write them (i hope that makes sense) but there will be a limit if a specific prompt is picked too many times. Moral of the story is if a prompt is crossed out because someone else is writing a fic using it, that doesn’t mean you can’t still request that I write something from the prompt. 

*Prompts below the cut*

I tried really hard to make this one continuous list so that there weren’t repeating numbers but it was not going to work. So, please tell me what category you want before every number. 

Themes:

Soulmate AU

FAKE DATING

Friends to romance

Weird places to meet/awkward meetings in general

Awful first time meeting

Library AU

Flower shop AU

Coffee shop AU

Kisses:

Goodbye kisses

Hello kisses

Breathless kisses

Heated kisses

First kisses

After sex kisses

Morning kisses

Post-breakup kisses

Christmas kisses

Comforting kisses

“I thought I lost you” kisses

“We can’t do this” kisses

“Come to bed” kisses

“You look beautiful” kisses

“I’ll be right back” kisses

“I missed you” kisses

Angry kisses

Sad kisses

In the dark kisses

(these are from that list entitled: Kisses I want to write about)

Domestic fluff:

Waking Up Together 

Morning Routine

Doing Laundry

Night In

Nighttime Routine

Shopping (For Needs)

Exercising

Wearing Each Other’s Clothes 

Nursing the Sick One

Hair

Coffee and/or Tea

Cooking Together 

Washing Dishes 

Homework and/or Job Work

Family Visits 

Trying Something New 

Kisses 

Hugs 

Forgetting Something 

A Heated Argument 

Road Trips 

Picnics 

Double Date 

Shopping (For Fun) 

Keeping Plants 

Doctor Visits 

Pets 

Vacation 

House Cleaning

I Love You’s

Sarcastic dialog prompts:

“I just know something bad is going to happen.” 

“You don’t look like an angel.” 

“This is who I am. Nobody said you had to like it.” 

“Don’t talk. Please.” 

“I’ll make my own decisions, thank you.” 

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” 

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” 

“Whoop! Whoop! Over-reaction alert!” 

“It’s so ugly… I LOVE IT!” 

“You lucky bastard.” 

“We’re young. We’re fine. Let’s do some damage.” 

“Who’s the bitch now, bitch?” 

“I picked a helluva a day to quit drinking.” 

“What’s that? Your stripper money?” 

“Don’t you just hate those things you say that make you feel really blonde?” 

“When I say problem, I mean global crisis.” 

“Well, you don’t need to be snarky about.” 

“If KARMA doesn’t hit you, I’ll do it.” 

“Did you just fall?” “No, I attacked the floor.” “Backwards?” “I’m freaking talented!” 

“Of course I can see you. I’m not blind you know.” 

“The world can be amazing when you’re slightly strange.” 

“Life is too short to wear boring clothes.” 

“You throw punches, I throw insults.” 

“Wow, I wish I could speak whale.” 

“Sometimes I forget my middle name.” 

“Let me just pound your head into the cement quick.” 

“Yeah, I got that from your 600 voicemails.” 

“I love the way your foul little mind works.” 

“Haha, made you look.” 

“Have you ever tried to run in heels?” 

“Oh honey, I have a fake laugh with your name written all over it.” 

“That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth.” 

“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 

“Generally speaking, you aren’t learning much when your lips are moving.” 

“Brains aren’t everything. In fact, in your case, they are nothing.” 

“How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open.” 

“I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.” 

“Well aren’t we just a freakin’ ray of sunshine.” 

“I’m the dumbest smart person you’ll ever meet.” 

“You say I’m a bitch like it’s a bad thing.”

“Do you want me to accept you as you are, or do you want me to lie to myself and try to like you?” 

“I could do that, but I won’t.” 

“How come you’re here? I thought the zoo is closed at night…” 

“You’re just jealous because the voices are talking to me.” 

“Oh, honey, don’t feel bad. There’s a lot of people out there who don’t have talent!” 

“I’d like to kick you in the teeth, but why should I improve your looks?” 

“Sorry… I wasn’t born with a filter.” 

“At least there’s one thing good about your body. It isn’t as ugly as your face.” 

“I’d like to see things from your point of view, but I can’t seem to get my head that far up your ass.” 

“People would follow him anywhere, but only out of morbid curiosity.”

Send me an ask if you want to reserve a prompt to write yourself or to request a prompt from me!

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Complementary (Collins x OC) Chapter 31: Sentimental

Summary: A letter’s bucket list from 1943 is complete with a trip to the fair.

AN: This is the fair from Collins’ letter in Chapter 19.

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“Come on,” Genevieve dragged Jack by the hand towards the Ferris Wheel, “Come on, come on, come on, come on!”

“I’m coming, my darling, slow down!” He laughed at her childish impatience.

Genevieve kept tugging him without restraint in her happiness. It was just as she had been in the museum only now neither of them was under the burden of their secret, her pneumonia or even her limp (as much). They ran faster, more careless, no fear of rejection from one another looming over their heads like a raincloud.

After getting minor whiplash on the Dodgems and taking pleasure in going on the Waltzers before they’d eaten, the Ferris Wheel seemed like a decent place to unwind.

The two were sat in the cart and the bar was laid over their laps with Genevieve’s cane as an added comfort. They received an odd look from the person in charge of the ride. A quick glance at the adolescents in the queue implied that Jack and Genevieve were not the target demographic for the Ferris Wheel. That didn’t stop them from grinning giddily as the Wheel started up. They whooped with every loop of the ride, arms raised to feel the air shift around them, make way for their traverse.

They reached the top; the brightly coloured lights and music muted and an island amidst the black horizon. The weather bit Genevieve’s nose and cheeks so she tucked her scarf over them, condensation flying from her warm breath.

“God, it’s cold,” Jack rubbed his hands then blew into them.

“Here,” Genevieve pulled a pair of gloves out of her pocket, “Take this.”

“Ok,” Jack said slowly as he held up the left glove and Genevieve took the right one.

“What, do I put both my hands in it?”

“No, put it on your left hand,” Genevieve said in a “no-duh” tone. Once Jack did so, Genevieve took his bare hand, linking her fingers in his then rubbed the back of his hand with her gloved one.

“There,” She smiled, “Problem solved.”

Jack held up their linked hands and pressed a kiss on the back of hers, “You are unbelievable.”

“Thank you, I know,” Genevieve beamed, her legs sticking out over the edge of the cart – not rocking it, just feeling the cold wind cut past. Then she tilted her head against Jack’s shoulder, looking up at his wistful gaze surveying the horizon, “Do you miss flying?”

“Sometimes. I miss it more than the people shooting at me.”

“We can share that.”

Collins chuckled, his laughter no longer wheezing with his sickness. Their hands closed around each others, rubbing the bare skin to warm it up and rising into the air as the Big Wheel started up again. Cheering mixed with groaning now, the pair huddled up together to stay warm and were somewhat pleased when they got off.

Her words muffled in the scarf, Genevieve mused allowed, “You must’ve used all your wool coupons for this.”

“I refuse to discuss the expenses of your present,” Jack said, taking in the inky coloured material that matched the sky before dropping his voice to continue with a contradiction, “And it was not all of them.”

Nudging him gently, Genevieve looped her arm through his, “Let’s eat some ‘clouds’.”

Exchanging a few coins, reserving the last couple that they had for the next activity, Genevieve and Jack each bought a stick with the candy floss whirled around them. Genevieve got stuck in immediately, eating messily, whilst Collins plucked of portions to roll into bite size pieces. Their jaunty walk around the fair resumed.

“You have some stuff stuck to your cheeks,” Jack laughed at Genevieve through his sugary treat that melted on his tongue.

“You have something on your cheek too,” She pointed to his skin that was red with the cold. As Jack touched it to wipe away this alleged something, she touched her lips to his cheek and wiped the sugary remnants of her candy floss onto it. Jack flinched away with a giggle.

He was then distracted by the coconut shy at the very edge of the fair. Instantly he made a beeline towards it, ready to show off to his spouse. Genevieve followed him to stand next to the stall. As he juggled with his money, she leant her cane against the stall and munched on her candy floss.

He placed his balls on the counter and passed one to Genevieve in exchange for her candy floss, “Here, let me show you my technique.”

Jack passed hers and his candy floss to the stall vender, who accepted rather surprised to be more involved in these customers’ antics. But he was paid so it was alright.

Genevieve groaned in fake annoyance as Jack stood behind her. His hands found her waist to pivot it and her throwing hand. Then he took her through the motions and instructed her on how to aim and throw. Jack knew very well that Genevieve could knock all the coconuts off given the chance. But she was currently snorting away in embarrassed laughter as he pretended to guide her.

“There, now it’s your go,” He stepped aside, looking like a proud coach sending his protégée into their first competition.

Genevieve missed the first one. It wasn’t unnoticed by Jack that she rubbed her shoulder before going again but he didn’t step in, trusting Genevieve to know her limits. She hit the coconut with the second one and that one wobbled. The final one, she knocked it off the stand and it landed with a thump on the ground. The pair crowed with success, Genevieve taking a bow before she was awarded her candy floss and coconut.

The stall vender looked rather displeased when Jack paid for his turn and nailed the coconut in the centre, sending it toppling onto the ground on his first try. With the prizes, the pair skedaddled off the other way around.

“I can’t believe we’ve become that couple,” Genevieve mused aloud, her coconut resting in the crook of her arm, “See what relationship stuff we’ve been missing out on.”

Jack nodded in agreement, “Amazing what sentiment will do to you.”

Genevieve would’ve protested, simply because she liked this banter without consequence, but then her candy floss shrank away from her. It was melting with a single but masterfully aimed drop of rain.

“Caught in the rain again. This is becoming a tendency for us,” She remarked casually as Jack buttoned up his coat. She took his hand and the pair went to stand under a shelter to wait for the pre-April showers to pass. It wasn’t long. Mother Nature was sporadic in her rainfall this year.

The rain was lessened after thus the walk back was slow. Genevieve’s leg had begun to ache ever so slightly but, with her new physiotherapy timetable, it was easily manageable with a steady stride.

Ever the gentleman, Jack shared the last of his candy floss with Genevieve. That eased the pace a little more, with the conversation of attachment and it wasn’t long until they reached Jack’s flat.

“Drink?” He offered, hanging his coat up on the hook as Genevieve went to grab a towel for him.

“No thank you,” She called, “Would you mind if I used your bath a bit later?”

Jack minded a hell of a lot but he didn’t say anything.

“You could join me too, might get sick again and we don’t want that. Cora would kill me. By the way, how was she when you went to see her today?” Genevieve reappeared and immediately began to rub Collins’ hair dry. He smiled as she fuzzed it all up to the right, completing his windswept appearance.

“She was fine, and she wouldn’t kill you. She adores you.”

He didn’t miss the twitch of a smile from Genevieve. She was pleased that his family likes her. Finishing off his hair by brushing her hand to smooth it out, she flipped the towel over to wipe her face and pat her clothes down as she walked into the living room.

“Ginny?”

“Hmm?”

She turned and saw that Jack was holding out his cigarette tin to her.

“Could you open it please? Bloody thing gets stuck.”

Naturally, Genevieve accepted. There was a dull rattle inside when she attempted to pry the tin open. That confused her initially but then maybe he kept her dog tags in there with her old letters to him.

“Maybe it’s time you got a new one,” She mused through gritted teeth, the tin staying securely sealed.

Jack shrugged helplessly, “I’m too attached.”

“Now that’s sentimentalism,” Genevieve said smugly, trying a new technique of yanking the lid.

“Careful!” Jack said with an urgency that was a cause for concern. It wasn’t as if the letters would break open falling out. But still, Genevieve listened and began to wiggle at the lid, easing it open. It was like the man had fastened it with super glue. She managed to open it up but almost dropped it, causing a clatter and both her and Jack to grab the tin. Opening it slowly, she saw that her dog tags weren’t there.

A simple gold platinum band with a diamond connecting the two ends sat on top her letters.

Genevieve stared at it. She understood instantly what was happening but her body was still trying to catch up with the speed of her mind. She was unmoving, barely breathing, ready to answer the question Jack hadn’t asked yet.

Heart constricting in his chest at this response, Jack lifted the cigarette case from Genevieve’s loose grip. He struggled to keep his balance on wobbly knees but he managed to get down on one. His expression was drawn in a hopeful smile as he plucked the ring out. It took him a moment to remind himself to speak slowly and he was glad that he hadn’t planned anything too extravagant.

“I want to help you through your bad days and feel you near me whether I’m well or not. I think I’ve wanted to ask since the evacuation, which is too long coming. I should’ve listened to Farrier when he said ‘marry this woman right now’. So, Ginny…” He paused, an unbearable silence, and Genevieve was terrified that he might fall over, “Genevieve, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Genevieve said with quick conviction, glad that he only had a short speech or else she might have interrupted him.

Jack sprung off the floor with a squeak and threw his arms around Genevieve, the case snapping shut so that the ring wasn’t lost. There was no need for him to contain himself any longer. It coincided with Genevieve’s grasp on herself returning. He scooped up Genevieve, her arms locked about his neck, and spun her about his sitting room. Her feet nearly clipped several pieces of furniture and wall before she was placed back down. Neither had noticed in their frenzy of emotions.

“It was my gran’s; had to check today if my mum was alright with it,” Jack started losing his words, “Might have to resize it. I couldn’t wait.”

 “That’s ok,” Genevieve shook her head, grinning widely as Jack tried to reopen the tin to put the ring on her finger. He managed to do so without losing the ring and, with shaking hands, he slipped it on. It was almost a perfect fit.

“Is it like a competition then? The first in the family to get engaged gets the ring,” Genevieve said without looking away from it. Her hand pivoted slightly to see the diamond catch the light.

“No, but I’ve won anyway so it’s alright,” Jack joked before getting back to giddiness, “I’m getting married to you.”

“God I love you,” Genevieve said, breathless as she kissed him on both cheeks and then his lips with her arm slung over his shoulders. Her hands linked at the back, warming to the new addition on her left hand.

“I love you so much,” Jack mumbled back against her mouth, kissing her with his grin permanently fixed on his face.  

Before she could become overwhelmed again, Genevieve pulled back, “I know the perfect way to celebrate.”

Half an hour later, the pair was sat at opposite ends of the bath, bubbles reserved for special occasions filling the tub. Two coconuts sat in split halves with two spoons beside the fragments. Legs were tucked up to fit. Jack scooped out the meat of the coconut to eat his prize whilst Genevieve finished adjusting the strap of her bra for comfort’s sake. Wet undergarments were not the most accommodating.

But she was not content to stay on her side of the bath. Abandoning her coconut, she shifted onto her knees in front of him. She took one of his bottles and shook it to get the shampoo down the right end.

Jack got the message and placed his food aside. He shuffled forward; his legs crossed and pulled up to his chest as Genevieve rubbed the oil onto both palms. Both giggled as Jack hummed with the feeling of his hair being washed, his eyes closed and mouth drawn up in a smile. Still giddy, Genevieve smeared a little collective of bubbles on the tip of Jack’s nose for her benefit.

“Your turn.”

Genevieve offered to spin around which Jack was grateful for. Her hair became slick against her scalp as he rinsed it before washing. He thumbed over her scar, subtly lifting a layer of her hair to see it. It was barely visible under the soap suds and new hair growing around it.

With all hair washed and rinsed through into cleanliness, the pair settled into a cuddle. Genevieve remained in Jack’s chest, both sinking into the water, until the temperature dropped below their liking. Then came the next step in celebrations: Genevieve towel drying Jack’s hair into a frizz.

“Thank you for asking me,” She spoke when she was done, grinning and holding onto the final vowel.

Dipping his head down, Jack kissed her shoulder’s scar through her pyjamas, “You’re welcome. Thank you for taking me.”

She stayed in his lap, her right arm bent at the elbow to create a neck rest for Jack as he looked up at her. He beamed contented when Genevieve brushed back his thick (if slightly damp) hair with her free hand. When he kissed her again, she reciprocated with soft tenderness, with an intimacy he craved for the longest time and it was now a standard.

Genevieve was always more elated with Jack, after her worst and in her best. Now she’d get to feel like this every day.

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Quiet

Summary: The shadows in Virgil’s room bring his worst fears to life, but the other sides come and save him A/N: The characterization is really bad but, this is my first Sanders Sides fic. I didn’t intend on it being so dark, but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it.

Parings: Implied Romantic LAMP

Warnings: Angst-ish with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of blood, Mentions of death (though no one actually dies), implications of suicide, Thoughts of anxiety (Let me know if I missed any, I’m new at this kinda thing)

I’m just gonna tag some people because, whoops, I need validation: @justanotherpurplebutterfly @tinysidestrashcaptain @ilovereadingandilovebreathing @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @pirate-patton @volumes2lo-gan @absolute-chivalry

Virgil was quiet. His room was silent. Though, I suppose that really wasn’t too uncommon. Maybe that’s why it took so long for someone to come check on him.

The floor was cold against his back. The clock was out of sight, so he wasn’t quite sure how long he had been lying there. Unable to move.

He had tried to leave as soon as he felt it coming on. As soon as he noticed his thoughts spiral downward, into deeper and darker places, he had stood to his feet. And he had made it to the door, before realizing that his headphones were still on his bed, abandoned on wrinkled covers. He thought he could make it. 5 steps to his bed, 5 steps back, and a 6th into the hallway. But he was wrong. He never really was good at math.

He wasn’t sure how he ended up on the floor, next to his bed, but his headphones were still clutched tight in his hand. The shadows shifted around him as his heart rate accelerated and his thoughts blurred. It didn’t take long for them to start to take form, displaying his worst fears right in front of his eyes.

Roman appeared first. Not the real Roman. No. A fake one. Dead. In the corner of Virgil’s room, blood staining the white of his shirt, blending with the red of his sash. Virgil didn’t even have to look to know that the figment had appeared.

“It’s all your fault…” Shadows pestered from the corner. “Killed from a quest that you failed to prevent him from going on. Look at what you’ve done…”

Patton appeared next, his body along the wall, not too far away from Roman’s. Blood stained the cat hoodie he had gotten from Logan just a few months ago, wrapped around his shoulders. The whispers never told Virgil how Patton died. Though he figured, that sometimes, the unknown can be scarier. How could he save Patton from something he didn’t know what was?

“It’s all your fault…” The whispers echoed around the room. “You should’ve stopped it. Look at what you’ve done…”

Logan came third. Killed of heartbreak, ironically enough. His was the only one whose clothes weren’t marred with blood.

“It’s all your fault…” The voices were deceptively calm. “You caused this. Look at what you’ve done…”

Thomas was last. Driven to insanity by never ending thoughts of worry and fear. The figments always appeared in the same order. Always. Virgil could picture the blood running down from his head.

“It’s all your fault…” Virgil hated that the shadow’s voices were so quiet. “You failed your one job. Look at what you’ve done…”

Virgil could feel the blood appear on his hands, and run through his fingers.

And then Roman appeared. Again. A second figment. This one was alive, and well, but not quite right. No, the Roman figment #2 towered above Virgil, and placed a foot on his chest, as if conquering a fallen enemy. The heel of his boot dug into Virgil’s skin, effectively limiting his breathing even more. And his sword was drawn, though it hung loosely from his hand, the tip barely grazing the floor. This Roman stared down at him with eyes as black as coal, whispering all the things Virgil worried was being said behind his back.

“I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to keep up this dating act. It’s hard to pretend that I’m in love with someone that I don’t even like.”

If you looked closely you could tell that the figment was opaque, almost clear, so of course it wasn’t Roman. And, sure, Virgil could hear that the voice was off, that it was too quiet and too deep to actually be Roman but his mind was more focused on what was being said, rather than who said it.

The second Patton figment appeared on the other side of him, sitting with his legs crossed. He reached out, seemingly unfazed by the blood, and squeezed Virgil’s hand, but not in a reassuring way. No, the smile that he gave was off, and unsettling. The black eyes certainly didn’t help. And soon, this figment began to talk as well, Patton’s voice giving off a tone of fake cheeriness as it listed off all the reasons why he wasn’t needed.

“You know, anxiety is just another emotion. I could just take it from you and then push it way back, so we wouldn’t have to deal with it. I’m not even sure why you’re still around, to be honest.”

The bed creaked as the second Logan figment appeared on it, holding a notepad and a pen. The Logan studied him with it’s terrifying eyes before flipping through the pages on his notepad, and reading out some of the things that were written there. The notepad was filled with hundreds of logical reasons of why anxiety was bad, though if you listened closely, you could tell that the facts given, didn’t quite make sense.

“Anxiety is highly unproductive, so by getting rid of you, and as a result it, productivity would increase by an estimated 57%.”

The Thomas figment #2 was the last to appear, leaning up against the nightstand near Virgil’s head but the figure was too tall, too lanky to be Thomas. The proportions weren’t quite right. And it’s voice. It just sounded like Thomas was sick. But, nonetheless, the figment began listing the ways that Thomas was better off with out him, using some of the same reasons that Virgil had used, when he had ‘ducked out.’

“You’re just holding me back…”

It was so much to process. The different voices were circling around his head in some sort of weird halo of doubt. It was all so deafeningly quiet. Why was it so quiet?

“Virgil?” Someone knocked on the door. “Pat sent me up to get you for dinner, but if you want to be left alone, you can just tell me.” There was a pause. Virgil didn’t have the voice to respond. “Virge..?”

It was almost in slow motion that Virgil heard the knob turn and the door swing open, revealing Roman. He couldn’t let the other see him like this. Panic rose in his chest, and it was that panic that gave him the little bit of energy that he needed. He jerked up into a sitting position and threw himself back against his nightstand, landing next to the Figment Thomas #2. The Thomas paused, it’s gaze flickering between the real Roman in the door way and Virgil, before going back to listing all his reasons.

Virgil’s hand was now out of reach, so the Patton figment just shrugged, leaning back against the bed frame, staring at Roman for a moment before turning back to Virgil. The Logan on the bed barely paid Roman any attention, flipping to a new page and continuing to read off facts. The Roman figment put his foot on the ground, as now Virgil was curled up away from him, and turned to face the actual Roman, a grin on his face.

“Virgil?” Roman’s voice was tentative now. Uncertain. “This isn’t real, right?” Roman’s gaze swept around the room, pausing on the dead figments off to the side, before flickering back over to Virgil. He stepped into the room when he didn’t get a response, eye shadow immediately darkening the area under his eyes.

The Roman figment pulled his sword up to a fighting stance, and the real Roman followed suite, unsure of what was going to happen. Virgil’s blood ran cold as the figment lunged, Roman blocking it and the pair dancing around the room. It was soon discovered, however, that this was not a fair fight. There was no way for Roman to harm the figment, while the figment could hurt Roman just fine. Roman’s sword clattered to the side, and the figment backed Roman up against the wall, raising it’s sword to strike a killing blow.  

“NO!” Virgil hadn’t even realized he had spoken until the distorted echo bounced around the room, out the open door and down to the kitchen, alerting the other two sides.

This caused the figment to stop and face Virgil, allowing Roman to slip away. Thankfully, he darted for the door, sitting on the hallway floor still in sight, but out of reach. Patton and Logan came running, but all Roman could do was point to the door. The pair peered into Virgil’s room, surveying what was happening. Patton’s eyes widened as he spotted the figment #1 bodies against the wall, but didn’t say anything. He locked eyes with the Patton figment #2, who tiled it’s head slightly and smiled in such a way that sent shivers down his spine.

The two Logan’s spotted each other, and the figment did an eerily uncanny imitation of the way Logan held the frame of his glasses in place as he studied something. The Roman figment stared, seemingly unimpressed as Roman peered in the room over his boyfriends shoulder. Logan started to step into the room, but Roman caught his shoulder and shook his head.

“Together.” Roman insisted, and Logan nodded. So, hand in hand, the three of them walked in the room.

The Roman figment shied away from Logan as he walked by, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Nerd.” It snarled, though it really was just upset because Logan was not an opponent it could beat.

The Logan figment snapped it’s notebook shut and clicked it’s pen, grimacing as Patton shot it a smile.

“Feelings.”  It grumbled under it’s breath, glaring at the smiling trait.

The Patton figment leaned away from Roman’s sword, it had reappeared in his belt when he summoned it in the hallway.

“Dangerous.” It hissed, not wanting to get hurt.

Together the three sides lifted Virgil to his feet, the Thomas figment watching them go, Virgil’s arms wrapped around Roman and Logan’s shoulders, Patton clutching on to his hand. And with that, they walked out into the hall, closing the door behind them.

The 3 let go of their boyfriend, and he stood for a few seconds, before collapsing. Patton caught him, scooping him up in his arms, the four of them heading downstairs. They all plopped down on the couch, cuddling up to Virgil who still clung to Patton as if his life depended on it. And they all just held him as he cried.

The first words he said when he could speak again were, “I’m sorry.” And he felt Roman sag a little and Logan stiffen, but Patton just lifted his chin, looking him in the eyes.

“It’s okay.”

And for the first time in a while, those words were reassuring. But he ducked his head and buried it back into Patton’s shoulder, though the tears stopped.

“You know, I was thinking-” Roman began, before he was cut off by Logan.

“That’s a dangerous pastime.” He quipped, smirking a bit as he did so.

Patton giggled as Roman let out an offended sound and Virgil may of smiled a little, but he’ll never tell.

“Well then,” Roman started again, directing a playful glare Logan’s way, though his smile reassured that he wasn’t actually hurt. “As I was saying, I think we should skip the dinner part and head straight into the cuddle and watch a movie part.”

“How about it, sweetie?” Patton asked, and Virgil nodded.

So Roman cued up 5 or so Disney movies and they all curled up on the couch around Virgil as they started to play.

And so what if the movies just played in the background while the group talked about Virgil’s worries.

And so what if they headed to Roman’s room around 3 in the morning, because his bed was the biggest and easiest to all snuggle together on.

And so what if Virgil lay there with Logan’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist, Patton’s head buried in his chest and Roman reaching over Patton to hold his hand.

And so what if the gentle snores of his boyfriends and noise of the ceiling fan made it a little harder to fall asleep.

Virgil was just glad it wasn’t quiet.

[lululawrence]

Hey babe! Since u reblogged the fic "woke up feeling knotty" im on a a/b/o kick. Do you have any abo fic recs?

bless! the best kinds of kicks! and didn’t @jaerie do an amazing job with that one? gosh!!! 

so i’m gonna start with being shameless and promoting the two a/b/o i’ve published so far and hope you don’t mind lollll both are short and incredibly soft and yeah hahaha

love so soft is friends to lovers accidental bonding and…yeah. hehehehe

no chance at all is a comedy of errors lolll kind of enemies to lovers? but with a twist? yeah. lollll it’s one i had a lot of fun with so if you read it i hope you like it.

okay, so here are some of my fav a/b/o fics in my bookmarks. please note, for a more thorough rec for these you should ask @londonfoginacup! she’s seriously read everything out there in the tag i think. lol okay! here we go! (this got much longer than i intended, so please forgive the cut)

put some records on by @iamasphodelknox - this sucker is so much fluff and christmassy goodness and it was like a warm hug! i loved reading it so much!

make it work by fanshae - this was just…hurt/comfort and i can’t really say more than that because i adore that lolllll it was such an interesting story and kinda sad but also lovely. such fun!

this thing upon me (howls like a beast) by sadaveniren - this was such a fascinating idea! i loved it! and it had very much the feel of pining and hoping and being unsure if the feelings are mutual or not and i just enjoyed it very much a lot.

do you like my sweater? by @icanhazzalou - take sadie hawkins dance by relient k and make it a super fluffy, cute, awkward kind of larry a/b/o au and it’s just…perfection. you won’t regret reading it, i promise.

cancel your reservations, no more hesitations by @silverfoxlouis - I LOVE THIS FIC because it takes usual a/b/o dynamics and turns them on their head a bit, similar to a/b dynamic in “woke up feeling knotty” by making this a/a and it’s AWESOME. it’s also the first in what will be a series so yeah. meep!

love is like this; not a heartbeat, but a moan by @angelichl - OKAY LISTEN this is like friends to enemies to lovers kinda? with spending a heat together? and it’s just like…yeah. read it. lol

pray for some sweet simplicity by @emperorstyles - LIstEn!!! 250k of PINING AND WORLD BUILDING AND SECRET OMEGA AND SECRET RELATIONSHIP AND A;LGKSHA;LSKFJDA;SKLBHA;SLKFDJA YOU WILL NOT REGRET READING THIS FIC!!!!! i mean. this is the one fic i broke my self imposed word count reading limit for last year while i was busy writing 40 fics so you know it is worth your time.

no one else will do by @dimpled-halo and @a-writerwrites - THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR ME BY MY DARLINGS! so if you haven’t read it yet, do yourself a favor and do it cause yeah. it’s like a dream fic really haha AND if you look closely it says FIC ONE. THAT’S RIGHT THERE’S GONNA BE MORE FAM!

where the lights are beautiful by twoshipsdrifting - GOSH okay this fic is pain. PAIN I’M TELLING YOU. but it is BEAUTIFUL. just…please be careful and take care of yourself because PAIN did i mention??? lol it’s so great though. accidental bonding between…not friends. which is what causes the PAIN. but please read it if you think you can handle that.

instincts by starfar - OKAY LISTEN. starfar was one of my very first people i put on notification on ao3 because imo they write some of the very best abo fics ever. they have i believe two wips out there that i’m anxiously awaiting their completion and they are just…so good. so this isn’t a wip, this one is completed, but you wouldn’t go amiss reading their wips either. they are still updating them, even if those updates are somewhat sporadic.

a body wishes to be held & held by turnyourankle​ - i just…YES. read it. this one was bookmarked and has a heart so i dunno if that means i thought it was hot or soft and lovely or just what i needed in that moment, but yes. lolllll

as deep as the sky by swallowsmateforlife - uhmmmmm this is SO GOOD because it also shows us the social norms in this particular version of a/b/o verse and shows us a gentle alpha and strong omega and yeah. it’s just so so good.

like candy in my veins by @littlelouishiccups - iiiiii may have accidentally gotten friends addicted to a/b/o because of this fic. hah! whoops? but for real it is fake relationship kind of enemies to friends to lovers and christmas and a;gkha;flkdjasfl;kajsf IT’S SO DAMN GOOD.

cameras flashing by @juliusschmidt - yeah uhm. this was written for me based off a random prompt i gave for an exchange. CAN YOU BELIEVE? it’s just. this is also a fic that i have found people read a/b/o for the first time and then got addicted and like, alex is amazing so just, you can’t go wrong? yeah. just read it.

king and lionheart by @aliensingucci - i just adore this fic. it was one of the few i could find when i was still learning how to navigate ao3 and therefore is one i read before i even had my own ao3 so it’s older, but i just love the dynamics that are built in here. and like…yeah. i just really really like it hehe

i don’t wanna be your friend, i want to kiss your neck by crybaby - if i remember correctly, this fic was also one of the first i ever read that i thought i had lost but someone magical, probably emmu or tin, let’s be real, found it again for me and gahhhhh i LOVE fics where harry is the kinda ignored younger brother while gemma and louis are best friends and just omega harry and alpha louis and ;ashklfjdaslfk looooove

harry you little shit series by @juliusschmidt - this won’t ever be finished, is what i think alex said, but it is amazing and you should give it a read. i love how she really delves into the emotional ramifications of everything addressed here as well as the worldbuilding and their relationship and yeah. can’t go wrong with this either, though (as usual haha) she leaves you wanting more.

i just saw one of my bookmarks from forever ago was deleted here, so now i mourn. WAHHHHHHHHHH. okay, moving on.

so i’m actually gonna stop myself here, because the rest of my bookmarks are either abandoned a/b/o i fell in love with before i got burned and stopped reading wips or are slowly updated. i also have a huge amount of a/b/o in my to read pile though, so yeah. there’s just SO MANY and we need SO MANY MORE which is why i am SO EXCITED for the a/b/o exchange coming up wheeeeeee!!! anyway, i hope this helps and gives you some you’ve not read yet! happy reading!!!

#fic rec #Anonymous #asks #mine #abo fic rec

[thicc-kirk]

Tag Game

Rules: Answer questions given to you, write 11 new questions, and tag people to answer those questions!

I was tagged by the amazing and incredible @gimmemorespirk

1. What skill would you like to learn/have?

Omg soooo many! I wish I had a talent for learning languages, I’d like to be more athletic, I wish I could be more charming? Less awkward lol.

2. What’s your go-to trope in fanfic when you’re feeling down and why?

Fake married bed sharing. “Oh no! I need to be married to achieve the thing guess I’ll ask my best friend who I’ve been secretly in love with for ages to pretend to be my SO, this is a terrible idea but there’s no way they feel the same way so I’ll just suffer in silence. Whoops there’s only one bed?!? Why didn’t I realize this would happen??? Now we’re forced to share!” I eat it up with a spoon EVERYTIME.

3. Favorite game to play (electronic/board/otherwise)?

Assassins Creed is always my go-to. I’m playing Origins rn and it’s bad ace.

4. If you could meet any 3 historical figures, who would they be?

Cleopatra, Kathrine Hepburn, Anne Boleyn.

5. Favorite quote?

I started to type out a funny quote from a random dumb movie but...in all seriousness it’s probably “look for the helpers” -Fred Rogers

6. What’s something someone’s done for you that you are grateful for?

I have so many things I’m grateful for but I have a friend who literally saved my life once. I’m not going to go into detail because it’s a pretty heavy story but I’ll always be grateful for her for saving me when I’d given her every reason to just walk away.

7. If you could have any supernatural power, what would it be?

This is the hardest question okay. But I’ve got to go with teleportation.

8. For reasons, you’re going on an extended backpacking adventure and have to limit personal items to 3 things. What do you bring?

My phone, Burt’s bees wax chapstick and tweezers.

9. What aspect of your personality do you like the most?

I mean, I think I’m hilarious... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. Describe what you imagine your life to be like when you’re 75.

Babies, I never thought I would make it to 34 so idk. I just take it one day at a time.

11. When asked as a child what you wanted to be when you grew up, what was your most frequent answer? What do you actually do now?

President of the United States, which let me tell you, I got teased about A LOT. Now I have a way cooler job imo. I’m an advocate for victims of crimes. No secret service detail but, you know, I get to help people so I’m really happy with it.

I’m tagging @boldlygoingnovvhere @buttersmd @katekatiebishop @machine-dove @responsibleforthiswaterbottle @vantablacksteverogers @witchaj @wallywillywalter @0n-y0ur-left @sproings and anyone else who wants to do it!

My questions are:

1. What is the one condiment you can’t live without?

2. Do you think there’s an afterlife? If so, what do you think it’s like?

3. What is your number one goal in life?

4. What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make?

5. What do you do to relax when you’ve had a bad day?

6. Pro or anti dark chocolate?

7. Who is the first person you go to when you want to vent?

8. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

9. What is you’re favorite place?

10. What is the thing you are most passionate about?

11. What is one question you’ve always wanted to be asked about yourself?

#ren answers things #ask meme #thank you bab for tagging me!

[lostlegate]

    ;; Making a little posty-post here as a test post, sure, but let’s take advantage of the fact that I need this to do a little word dumping-

    Which means Samee’s understanding of Magilou’s backstory. Essentially what I understand, and what I’ll operate with until proven otherwise, is that Magilou was born with a natural, surprising amount of resonance. She could communicate with Malakhim and naturally see them, which to the normal humans around her seemed supernatural and witch like. Let’s call it psychological terms and coin it labeling theory that she just sort of took to the title, not the least of which because it seems that she was mistreated and abused for the purposes of using this seemingly otherworldly power for the purposes of a traveling Troupe. How this troupe procured her is up for debate, but I’m assuming it was either luck of the draw, or some less than savory means ( given how Stolkholm attached she is to the title of witch, I would assume the latter ). Enter Melchior, seeing her in one of these shows, and whoops~ suddenly her savior has the Troupe fall to an unfortunate death, from which she is somehow never found. 

    At this point, she travels with Melchior, probably seeing him not only as a father figure but a savior of sorts, and dons the mantle of future duty as a Mayvin ( even going so far as to adopt the name ). Now this is where I get to reference actual dialogue from the game: 

        "She could be crushed under the weight of his expectations.          She could simply reach her limit and lose hope.          Either teacher or student could abandon the other.          And say she one days meets his standards of perfection.          Who knows whether it would even make her happy.          It's human nature to end up wanting to stay with someone,                  if that person is someone who needs you.”

    So, going by this, we can assume that Magilou was cutting herself to the quick and working herself every day to meet Melchior’s seemingly absurd expectations ( and I mean, who can be surprised, given that this man seems to have taken an Oath that literally prolonged his life exorbinantly in order to accomplish his duties and undertake this Crusade against humanity of Innominat ). But for whatever reason, which I have not found yet, she snaps. She fails. She breaks. I think... honestly... it’s her love of humanity, her unwillingness to let go of the beauty of the tragedy and failing that is people. I mean, her speech to Melchior says just that: 

          "The wellspring of all malevolence. Thus must emotion be quelled,              and reason bring order to the world, until the day that humanity can              repent and overcome their sins. We are the instruments of change,              hated for our sacrifice. We are the shadow of the Shepherd who brings             salvation.           ... I can think of nothing more boring than your ideal world.             A garden of fake flowers. Good for show and nothing else.            Can a flower hold beauty if it does not wilt?! Can a wolf be satisfied           eating grass?! ... Let the biting bugs go ahead and eat what they want           to eat. Let the weeds grow where they wanna grow! Some may look down           on them and scoff at their foolishness, but their unwavering wills are proof           that they're alive! If that's what you call evil,                     then I will live and die with evil as my mantra!"

    As warped and perverted as her love is of humanity, I think it’s largely born out of a disconnect with it. She didn’t fit in as a child, and was warped into constantly advertising and profiting off of it. But still, she loved the fact that they are flawed, that humanity is damaged and that that’s just part of the game. Because if it isn’t, where does she fit? Magilou refers to the fact that her emotions broke when she’s speaking to Laphicet early on; it’s out of self defense, anyone can tell, but that’s why she’s so absurdly off the wall- she was made to be a performer right out of the gate, so spectacles and attention grabbing, living for praise, believing that everything must have a price tag or exchange in order to be realistic, nothing being done out of kindness or kinship- it’s all just a product of her early life. And even Melchior had something drastic to gain out of her natural innate ability and talent.

      So long story short, her justificaiton exists, and her life sort of leads her there. It’s in finding Velvet and Rokuro that she, oddly, becomes vindicated in her surprisingly unbroken view and passion for at least observing, if not detaching from, humanity. After all,

         I watch the world with measured gaze as moments turn to history.         The world, a lute the people play, and history its melody.         Venture on. Venture on. Let your actions turn the world.         And I shall watch, and I shall watch. Until the final star winks out.         If solitude must be my fate, then people are my heart, my heart.        I know your sins and shrieks and joys, for people are my heart, my heart.

    And it’s pretty safe to assume she wouldn’t have come to this ( ^^^ ) conclusion without traveling with Velvet. I honestly think one of her primary justifications for continuing to travel with them, beyond Bienfu and her claim at revenge ( which I think was just a further jab at making fun of Velvet and the absurdity of her quest ), was to watch someone else crumble. She broke, and she faults herself for being tossed away into the cell to rot ( because obviously someone knew too much to be just released if she refused to perform ). Seeing Velvet’s determination and drive, much less at 19 ( probably Magilou is mid-twenties at least ), probably sparked a little too much recognition, even if the drive was significantly less intrinsic and personally focused. She wanted the affirmation that if she couldn’t do it, no one else could, and yet seeing Velvet keep going, and going, and.... going... and going... sort of is the proof she needs to rebuild herself, if only a little bit; gave her the strength to stand up against Melchior too.

..... obviously this is all subject to change once I find more on her backstory woven into the game...

#;; mun scribbles #;; Pressed Flowers { headcanon } #;; Witch's Tome { meta } #{ as I throw some Zestiria and all the quotes and stuff I took down in the last half of my playthrough #guess who's already booting up NG+ to start getting really into her headspace #this chick #I'm the worst }

[icespyders]

opposing lawyers au? single parent au? doctors au? thunderstorm cuddles? celebrity crush au? buddy cops au? marry someone to piss of parents au?

YELLS VERY LOUD…THANK YOU OMG THESE ARE SO FUN!!! alright these ones are gonna be under a cut bc. well. you should know me by now.

opposing lawyers au: i’m torn bc it’d be equally fun to have, like, non-romantic rivals in these roles and the entire fic is just them talking shit (i’m not a big rarepair person so that definitely limits me in au plotting, lmao, i just dig weird friendships so much more than actual proper rarepairs!!) and also pitting an otp against each other and having belligerent sexual tension that will get the characters lectured by their respective HR departments. or! they’re competing within the same firm and both trying to get ahead so it’s more of an office drama, which would lead to a funny ensemble cast, which is always a win in my book

oh dude bokuaka could be fun for this, bc akaashi is a smartass by-the-book kinda guy who looks down on bokuto’s weirder strategies, but akaashi keeps underestimating how clever bokuto is and it infuriates him, and also kinda turns him on, and that infuriates him even further. or daisuga, too, i like the idea of them being rivals bc i have a funny feeling if they weren’t on the same team they’d just push each other’s buttons - daichi holds grudges over petty bullshit (sawamura “death to everyone who’s ever played basketball bc i’ve fought with their captain” daIchi tbh) and it’d just be too easy to irritate him for suga to resist doing it all the time.

if i get into non-romances pissing each other off in professional settings i’ll be here all night so i’ll spare you, but just know there are too many annoyingly-clever strategists in haikyuu who’d square off against each other excellently and it’s great

single parent au: true story, my sister and i have this very elaborate future domestic au about all our ships having kids, so, like, i love kid fics but having one of my own has ruined everyone else’s for me whoops. i can’t read anyone else’s bc i miss the babies i invented. buries face in hands. (but if you want to hear about that i have like a 30-page notes document so i’m happy to tell you about it)

aside from that i’ve vaguely plotted out a specific single parent au, i think (my sister and i are au machines, it’s a problem). we have one where daichi and suga hook up but then suga is daichi’s kid’s kindergarten teacher so the parent-teacher conference gets Real Awkward Real Fast. both of them try very hard to act professional and not ask “so like…we still on for a second date or…uh…”

doctors au: my immediate impulse when i saw this is to only make one of the characters a medical doctor and the other’s like. i don’t know a renowed geologist or smth. full on “dammit i’m a doctor, not a DOCTOR.” somehow they have wacky adventures. my brain wants me to x-files this and turn it into cryptid hunting shenanigans bc i shouldn’t be left to make aus past midnight. this is absolutely not what you meant when you asked me this, anon, but i don’t think i’m capable of writing a medical drama? i don’t watch that many, i lack a frame of reference. but you know what i don’t lack a frame of reference for. GHOST HUNTING. also MOTHMAN. catch me turning your prompt into gay “ghost adventures” somehow??

i have no idea what i’d write for this, i don’t think anyone wants me writing a doctors au. i think the closest i’d get is a future fic abt kyoutani being a veterinarian and he takes care of yahaba’s really fat cat and criticizes how fat it is and somehow they date. sorry omg this is not my best work, au-wise

thunderstorm cuddles: THIS IS A GOOD VIBE TOO…listen in my opinion all my ships should be cuddling all the time, or else what is the point. i really need to learn how to write short fluffy ficlets, i always end up turning everything i write into an absurdly long oneshot but writing ficlets sounds nice. 

anyway! this is a lovely moment of vulnerability to work with; if you run with a childhood friends ship for this, it could demonstrate how well the two characters know each other, that they’re aware of the need for thunderstorm cuddles and happy to provide it. however, it’s also intriguing as a moment to allow greater understanding and closeness in a relationship that isn’t as familiar. it demonstrates one party’s willingness to let the other see them in an unflattering state and let themselves be comforted. man i could do this for any ship, i really adore finding these little, understated moments of love and letting them cement a relationship, and also i’m weak to mild hurt/comfort where nobody is really hurt, haha. i would write asanoya for this, they’re especially good for cuddling, i feel. they’re both afraid of storms but refuse to admit it to save face in front of each other but they eventually both cave and learn, oh hey, we’re both scared of storms, this works, and then cuddle under a big quilt and everyone is happy

celebrity crush au: i would love to get “celebrity crush” down to absolute minimum level, like, oh god, since when do i go to college with that one hot youtuber who i’ve watched for years, or, oh no, i TOTALLY thirst-follow that guy on instagram, i’ve watched videos of him bench-pressing stuff WAY TOO MUCH, or, fuck me it’s the bassist from that band that plays in the campus bar, etc etc. i think that’d be funny bc it’s not even like you’re harboring a crush on a movie star like a normal person and it’s even harder to approach a youtube crush by explaining “hey so you’re famous, a bit, to me at least, i’m sorry, i love your work, i promise i’m not creepy.” if i was writing this, circumstances would definitely force the characters together (class group project! train your new co-worker, who you’ll spend hours alone with henceforth! we’re in the same club, time for icebreakers!) and the character with the crush would either awkwardly hide it or awkwardly blurt it out, depending.

i actually do have a vaguely-arced au about characters in bands that play in the campus bar attempting to woo various bar patrons; this kagehina i wrote is in that universe and i’ve just never sat down to write the whole au, and that’s an ensemble piece so there’s a bunch of ships. i dig iwaoi for the instagram thirst-follow concept, or bokuaka. that thirst is real. i’m also getting attached to the idea of the celebrity crush being a new co-worker, like, the two characters work in the school bookstore and spend many hours alone with no one but books for company. i’d write a kuroken for that. kenma didn’t expect that cool youtuber to be such a nerd in real life. also he’s pretty sure internet people aren’t supposed to be hot in real life, what the fuck, this isn’t even FAIR. so he’s all brisk with kuroo to keep his distance bc he feels so awkward and kuroo doesn’t get what he did wrong. (answer: existing and being cute was his mistake)

buddy cops au: COOL! this is another one where i’d love a weird friendship over an otp, just for shenanigans’ sake. if i was writing this it’d be less law & order and more brooklyn 99 so comedy is key. i’m thinking like. kenma and lev, worst partners ever, who solve all their cases against all odds. suga and kageyama would be a fun working dynamic too, or any combo of competitive setters, although i think with many other setters there’d be more attempting to outdo each other. like partnering shirabu and semi would be a mess of passive-aggressive sniping amidst their detective work. oikawa and ushijima where they both think they’re the good cop but they’re actually both the bad cop and oikawa thinks ushijima isn’t human bc he never drinks coffee bc he says he doesn’t “need it” like what the hell, how does he even stay awake on shift, it’s unnatural.

and on a not-haikyuu note, i definitely had a fucking komahina buddy cop au at some point in the distant past, and i’ve always lowkey wanted to write a naegiri noir mystery where kirigiri is the mysterious detective and naegi is the inquisitive reporter tagging along and helping her with a case. dangan lends itself to shit like that since it’s already about investigating murders

marry someone to piss off parents au: oh boy would i love to combine this with a royalty au. oh BOY would i love to combine this with a royalty au!! some upstart crown prince decides to marry below their station just to stick it to The Man and falling in love somewhere along the way, bc marriage is a commitment and it takes effort and you can’t just do it for no reason, it’s not a means to an end. i just find it mildly hard to believe anyone in haikyuu is offensive enough to someone’s parent to pull this off, like, even the ones that look skeevy are actually honor roll students, you just can’t accomplish this in canonverse.

back to the royalty au, make it even better: the protag chases after the crown prince of the rival kingdom bc they’re sick of the constant fighting and border disputes and assorted nonsense, and also it’ll make their parents SO MAD. like romeo and juliet but nobody dies, they just fall in love and dare somebody to do something about it. i’d do kagehina for this, it’s hinata’s idea. “what if i just. married into their family? then we’d share everything, right? right?” he pipes up at a lame-ass strategy meeting talking about import taxes on the rivals, he’d rather be going on adventures but noooo he has to sit at a meeting, so he decides to put his foot down. and then he has to journey off to kageyama’s kingdom and somehow win his hand. that sounds fun as hell.

if i did make this canonverse, i feel like one character is essentially fake-dating the other to make the parents mad, like, they have an arrangement, the fake beau is getting free dinner out of it, but they end up charming the protag’s parents and instead of pissing them off the visit smooths things over and the protag character is really irritated but also kinda falling for the fake beau what the hell?? it all just completely backfires. give me ennotana for this. ennoshita hires the toughest-looking dude he knows to annoy his parents but his parents think tanaka’s a good influence on him, somehow. goddammit how dare he be so charming. this is nonsense.

thank you so much for letting me ramble incoherently, it’s 1:30 AM and this ain’t my best work but i had some giggles writing this so i hope you have some giggles reading it!!! :’)

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