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miscling · 4 months

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I was working on a new pinned post, but it's so long and has so many words, so maybe I'll just stick to this one...

You can give me a name yourself (or just Lin is also fine). I also respond to toy, slut, kitty, cow, and similar (but never call me a puppy or a bitch). I like to get to know people and talk (lots). I am a good girl and like being praised ^^ I use the queue so if I'm posting and you message me and I don't respond, you know why! I try to answer everyone ^^

I mostly follow trans and/or horny blogs that post horny blog things. If you're queer, trans, in the UK, have a dozen freaky kinks, toppy, and between 30-45 I'd very much like to hear from you, but I love talking to and making friends wherever they are! As a weird trans sub, I need more weird trans doms in my dms. I describe myself as non-specifically queer, with the specifics coming up as someone gets to know me ^^

This is a very horny place. I blog about edging, hypno kink, bdsm, fetishwear, tickling and masochism, petplay (I'm a kitty), hucows/lactation, monsterfucking, CNC, and a lot of generally weird horny shit. I'm an exhibitionist, submissive, and easily controlled. I was a changed woman when I learned how to edge and ran a poll to get permission to cum: here then here and here, now I'm just a dumb horny girl who is controlled by her cunt. I have since given up on trying to cum at all and just edge. I was forced to cum on january 13th 2023 and hope to never cum again. I'm also going to slip this in here: if this intro post gets 100 notes, I'll start sharing my edging recordings on my blog ^^

You can send me tasks with my ask tasks meme! (or look below the cut) I will take tasks from anyone ^^ you can see tasks I've done here! If you like or follow my blog, think about sending me a task as a little gift!

I love to write, and I especially like to write about kink. Read bits about my playtimes with Miscling Writes. Use my ask box liberally, anon or not. I'll answer near anything and you can use my ask meme tag and miscling answers to find questions to ask me (scroll the tag and use any meme you like, but copy in the questions or link the meme!) and I will answer pretty much everything. You can also find pics of me in Miscling Appears and little bits of me in Miscling Rambles. I also strip for notes in my thursday stripping threads.

I have a lovense wishlist: https://www.lovense.com/wish-list/939q and it would be amazing if someone were to gift me toys you can control from anywhere. I already have a lush and ferri, and I'll give out control codes if I'm able to anyone who asks. I'm a slutty set of holes, a toy for others to use. Fill my mouth, cunt, and ass.

This is still so many words... 😵‍💫

I am a toy for others to enjoy!

TASKS ARE CURRENTLY: OPEN

Pick an emoji and send it to me, and I'll go off and do it as soon as I can! If it comes with additional instructions, send those too! I will accept tasks from anyone (including anons), and love to get ask tasks so I can show off how good and obedient I am.

(Most tasks recieved and completed in one day: 12)

🫴 edge for 5 minutes (Send me porn or a post to edge to or a mantra to repeat while I do it, you can use my mantra tag for ideas.) (nothing involving anyone who looks under 18 or scat, I like affirming mantra) 😈 No touching! Don't touch myself for an hour, unless I ask someone for permission first or I get a task. 🤏 play with my nipples for 5 minutes. Mooing optional. 🗜️Nipple clamps, 5 minutes, go. 🥶 put ice on my nipples for as long as I can hold it. ⛓️ Get tied up in self bondage for 15 mins. (send me ideas!) 🕳️ Fill up a hole for 10 minutes! (Choose to plug my cunt or/and ass) 🎁 Share a lovense control link for one of my toys. (no account needed to use, tell me which one or let me pick, 5 minute run) 💋 go practice deepthroating for 5 mins 🤐 no talking! Gag yourself for half an hour! (tell me what kind of gag to use and if I have it I'll use it, otherwise I'll pick) 🖐️ slap myself or get someone to slap me 5 times! (tell me where to get slapped) 🏓 Choose an implement to hit myself with 5 times! (name an implement and location, and I'll do my best) 👗 Get undressed! Be naked for the next 30 mins! 👙 put on your sexiest lingerie for the rest of the day. 💄 Do/touch-up your make-up! I can always make it a lil' sluttier 😉 ✏️ pick a spot for me to write what you want on my body (tell me where, but I won't use anything that won't wash off easy on my face) 🤖 Be a good robot and complete one thing on your to-do list! 🚰 Go get some water and drink it! 🍇 Go get a snack and eat it! 🌊 Fill up a tub of warm water and soak my feet for a bit! 🤗 Put on a big hoodie until I feel nice and cozy! 🦾Magic wands were designed to be back massagers, so use it that way (use my magic wand to massage my back and thighs) ❌ Go take a Break! (go stand outside for 5 mins) 🖼️ take and post a selfie! (I won't post a face pic or anything nsft, mutuals I've been talking to can ask for spicier things in private) 🗣️Speak! Give me a topic to write about (kinky or otherwise) and I'll infodump about it. 📝Post! Give me some text to post to my blog, and I'll copy it out of the ask and post it without editing, changing, or indicating I was told to post it. 😵‍💫 Stare at a spiral for 5 minutes (send me a spiral to use) (I won't use spirals that give me bad vibes, but I'll use any I've already reblogged) 🪆 Be a doll! for the next 30 mins cup your hands, stay on your tip toes, and arch your back. You want to be a good doll after all. 😺 Who's a pretty kitty? (for the next 30mins, keep off the furniture and only move around on all fours, and only talk in meows.) 🐮 Be a good Moo! (pump my udders for 30mins, only talk in moos) ⁉️ Give me a task not listed! (You can find the contents of my toybox here for ideas) (I reserve the right to safeword, but I'm very open and obedient, so shoot your shot)

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fumifooms · 3 months

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oh, sorry for so many asks, i also wanted to say too though i really agree so much with your chilchuck thoughts so far, even down to your personal headcanons about how things might go post-series. and you're absolutely right, i'll defend that little guy any day myself. you understand him so well and it's kind of relaxing to have someone else dish out this kind of analysis and already agree with all of it cus it's just so real, so thank you again for the Meal <- perhaps the perfect thing to say about dungeon meshi analysis when i think about it

i know you have playlists and stuff so i wanted to share a song i've been listening to that that reminds me of him: divine loser by clem turner

No worries, they’ve been a lot of fun! I do plan on getting back to each one btw, just gotta get through some other things first hopefully. Aaaah that’s really nice to hear 🥺 I do know the feeling haha, it’s always fun to have posts that Get It that you just nod along with 🤝 I’ve thought sooo much about Chilchuck I rotate him in my brain like rotisserie chicken more often than not, glad it all ended up being productive haha. Y’know recently my friends have been calling me a Chilchuck superfan/scholar jokingly and it actually made me have a realization moment of…

Bc I’ve always said Laios was my fave and like, he does mean everything to me idk if I’ve ever felt so seen as with Laios, I relate to him sooo much, but then. Okay alright that can be a different thing than a character being your favorite fine FINE I admit it Chilchuck’s my top blorbo. He’s so.🧍‍♂️I can’t even describe. He’s so….. He’s a clown but he’s also perfection in its best imperfect form I will not be taking further questions today. My friend called him my silly rabbit like that one meme and it makes me laugh sm

Thank you for the music rec!! I listened to it and yes agreed, sent straight to my Chil playlist. Songs are my bread and butter when I have character brainrot bc like with web weavings I feel like there are so many emotions and thoughts you can communicate about something so simply through one… (Which for anyone interested here’s my web weaving tag, got 2 about Chil). Gonna link all my dunmeshi playlists while I’m here: Dungeon Meshi, Chilchuck & his wife, marchil, Mithrun.

Ok everyone saw this coming but this ask ran away from me and I ramble about some song lyrics I associate with Chil & different facets of his life below the cut. Some people find my, ehem, heated rambles about Chil entertaining, this is your cue to get out the popcorn.

When thinking about songs for Chil I have 3 angles I take: About Chilchuck, about him and his wife, or about him & Marcille. Marchil is so engraved into me with their arcs together, that they’re like the concept of closure and letting go and letting yourself live again to me, sorry for all the non-enjoyers… I think currently my top song for him is Jackrabbit by San Fermin, because it combines all three it makes me go wild. It’s about trepidation… Throwing yourself into it even despite the fear (working with traps, survival in poverty where you have to rush & hustle), or just staying there paralyzed(not reaching out to his wife). Flight or freeze!! Saying goodbyes and saying hellos!! Not dying alone!! The life cycle of a wild rabbit living and dying, the baton pass race of life from generation to generation!! Chil and his daughters even!!! Going through life at a frenzied pace!! It is so Chilchuck and so marchil, and the music does give that hurried and scared energy to me too, and sigh the Marcille side to it with fear of death too…

Extra fun context but the other day on the discord server we were talking about what animal each character’s fursona would be as we do and I thought of a rabbit for Chilchuck: Quick footed, ‘cowardly’, small and frail and seen as weak 🙃, athletic and slender, pulls stunts, stressed out, has very fine hearing and has good instincts, etc. And ofc that fits really well with Marcille since she’s kinda associated with dungeon rabbits hehe~ But I think while Marcille’s 100% the cute round rabbit Chil’s more like a brown hare, more wild and like, more like a jackalope if we’re still doing monsters... I do lowkey find it more fun than his associated monster being mimics because he’s crabby, because they’re clever (with where they place themselves) and because of how he has a soft shell but soft insides, lol.

OKAY so that’s my song pick with the main 3 facets sure, now I’ll share some lyrics for each 3 sides separatedly 😈 Kinda summarizing my web weavings for him thus far. If we start with Chilchuck by himself we have… Enter One by Shelby Merry and Drunk by The Living Tombstone

With his wife, we have the bad end, and the good end for if they get back together with Lost Kitten by Metric and North by Sleeping At Last… Okay okay plus Love Like Ghosts and My Heart is Buried in Venice… Little Soldier by The Crane Wives for them also RUIN me

And Marchil… Marchil oh my beloved. Another buddy also made a full analysis on discord about Soap by The Oh Hellos for them lol, but these are Not I by I Fight Dragons and My Heart is Buried in Venice again~

Okay okay two more. Boats & Birds by Gregory and The Hawk, and Tummy by Tamino.

Finishing it up with quotes from, in order, A Softer World by Joey Comeau, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Acknowledgements by Danez Smith, The Letter by Richard Paul Evans, and last but not least posts from dead tumblr account flintcoded. I keep looking around and finding MORE fitting quotes. Someone stop me- In loving me you hold a knife at my throat, in loving you I tell you exactly where to cut. Forgive me, memory is a rope around my neck. I need you to be happy, I need one of us to be happy.

Hand in unlovable hand…

In conclusion;

#Thinking Chilchuck (positive) thoughts today. Have Chilchuck (sweet) dreams. Have a very Chilchuck chewsday (Fumi it’s sunday- shhhhhh)#Ask #fumi updates #Dunmeshi memes #Marchil #Chilchuck tims #maybe i should make a masterpost about my dunmeshi posts and playlists and fics oughhhh noooo i don’t like organizing myself #character playlist #ship playlist #Marchil song lyrics #This is 100% my cue that it’s time for me to make a new Chil web weaving.#So much to do so much to say all the time…#Last time I had an hyperfixation that lasted this long it was Sonic the Hedgehog. YOU LAUGH BUT most my fanfics are for sth so!!#Gonna treat y’all to many more meals from my fancontent factory brain

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pawseds · 1 month

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I convinced our Delta Green game master to have a play-by-post (basically text roleplay) section in our game's server and uhhhhh maybe I've been having too much fun with it. Writing is faster than drawing comics, what can I say?

(Long ramble about writing stories below hehe oops)

While we're here! A bit about writing: I like writing! I've written for loger than I've drawn for (because school). I think I'm better at writing than drawing for that reason (I'm more confident at least). I've written short stories. I've written short stories about TTRPG things. I've also written a ~100k word novel by hand for 2 years. While writing it, I had 'writing class' (technically AS/A level Ennglish Language classes). It was the only class I had confidence in and high expectations for.

With those 2 combined, I burnt out pretty quick LOL. Specifically, I had a big perfectionism issue because of the high expectations I had from my teacher and especially myself -- it was the one thing I knew excelled at in school, so I better do it well! After I was done with the novel and A levels, I was supposed to edit the novel. It's been years and I haven't done it yet, and I wouldn't write non-assignment stories (except 2) until now. Writing became more nerverwracking than it was fun, so why would I?

To get back to the PBP thing: I've been in a campaign that was fully PBP. With my mindset being the way it is, hey! This is just one big writing exercise, so I ran along with that and had fun with it. I saw how some players would make their own PBP and essentially monologue/have a scene only with their PC. That was cool to see.

And now, my current Delta Green campaign (tagged 'Helvetia'). Hrothgar (guy in drawing) and his kids were ported over from a previous D&D campaign (the fully PBP one!), so the crew had a very well defined background already. Of course I get tons of drawing ideas for them, except I don't have the time to draw them all (compsci hard). But since the server has a PBP section, I had like 2 weeks to kill between session 0 and 1, and I was bursting with ideas... I made a lot of solo PBPs that were essentially short stories.

It didn't quite hit me until some time ago, but the PBPs actually made me enjoy writing again -- enjoy it a lot more, in fact! I think the format of Discord threads and messages removed most perfectionism tendencies I had. I just had to fire the story away, message by message. It didn't have to be amazing, and it was fun! (Also I really don't know how to shut up with them LOL)

I'll definitely be cleaning these PBPs up and posting them here as stories. Some of them are just silly, fun, slice-of-life character sketches. (These were the stories I wrote after my novel... and yes, they were about my other set of Delta Green characters LMAO) (and I've posted them here under pawsedswrite btw!) But some I see as legitamite short stories that I would edit more heavily and present as a short story. They were the kinds I could see myself writing on a document rather than on Discord.

Well, I lied. 'I would edit' is false. I have already edited one, because I spent like 5-6h writing this one PBP (oops) instead of writing the draft for my short story class/elective (oops 2). I joked to my two friends saying that I could just submit it as my assignment. Apparently, they both really liked it and said the dialogued slapped. So I did!

I procrastinated like hell on it though, because I was very nervous to go back into the PBP with an axe to edit it. Being in a writing class where nearly everyone else has been formally studying writing for some years kinda puts some pressure on ya!

Like the last assignment (which I'll post here after editing), I had a lot of worries. But the feedback and grade I got from my last assignment, the peer review I got from the current one, and also the support from those two friends (shoutout @katastrofish <3) made me feel more confident in myself. And also the fact that I had a lot of fun editing the PBP!

Uhhh this ramble was way longer than expected LMFAO if you've made it this far, damn, thanks for reading! If you also write or have similar experiences, feel free to share em. And have a good day!

(bonus POV editing)

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fictionkinfessions · 7 months

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Once again, been a while since I commented here but I did wanna share some things with the blog since a few things have happened kin wise.

I'm not gonna go tooooo deep into personal history (the things I'll be confessing here are just the tip of the very deep iceberg) but like. if my friends or people who know me don't already know that this is my tag, it'll be a dead giveaway H

This will be a bit of a ramble but maybe it'll give someone some sort of insight maybe???

A while ago, I kinfirmed Josuke Higashikata from JJBA. Doesn't sound like a big deal at all. Just another, "woohoo! Another to add to the list of lives I've cycled through, I suppose." But in this life it was... rough to accept at first. Lemme explain.

For years it was hard to accept that I may be that flamboyant zesty 90s kid (which is REALLY funny said out of context) due to some bad experience with someone I used to be friends with. We were in a JJBA roleplay together that me and another friend (that I'm still friends with) ran. I played Josuke, they played Kira. Said roleplay fucked me up bad, to say the least.

From that point on after the whole ordeal, I didn't even want to think about kinning Josuke. I think it's because in my mind at the time, that roleplay Josuke that I played was the one I was gonna be, and I didn't want that as my canon. Oh, god, I wanted nothing to do with it. I was so scared of becoming the woobified version of me that this 14 year old roleplayed as that I was essentially blinded by my own bias against me.

Mainly, I was scared of it because what I saw and felt was accurate to things I didn't know were details from my canon were projected onto the characterization. This further pushed the idea that if I somehow kinfirmed Higashikata, then I must be the one I roleplayed as (not true at all).

Some of the things included: I was a lot more caring than canon is, I remember I got a job as a hair stylist, etc etc. It's only natural when you end up a character you roleplayed as has the shit you headcanoned revealing itself to be parts of what you used to be. It's projection. Again, I was so blinded and scared that I was gonna be that woobified uwu pastel one that I played as 14 and didn't even stop to think that maybe, just maybe, I could think about the feelings I had about certain people and events and realize.... whatever angst shitstorm that happened in that roleplay was purely fictional, and that my canon is my own and not what me and some other people made up on the spot as an angst fest.

I harbored this distain for years because I couldn't NOT associate JJBA with that roleplay until one of my friends started to get into it. It was at first to me, "Oh, okay, cool. People can like what they like :] /gen"

And then one of my other friends kinfirmed YOSHIKAGE KIRA. shit was absolutely shocking because one of the main reasons I was so turned away from part 4 was because in aforementioned roleplay, the person who played Kira and was absolutely toxic to me. The weird ass interactions between rp Josuke and rp Kira had like fucked me up pretty bad and as a result I couldn't see Kira the same way for years.

Again, all up until my friend kinfirmed the man and, while not of my canon (unsure what they did in theirs) it clicked that. I NEED to let go of that and see things in a different light. That's my actual friend, a real person, and not some weirdo that another 14 year old roleplayed as and essentially woobified the shit out of. Real ass person, not the same. I needed to drop the grudges.

This is what also made me start to accept--not realize, I'm pretty sure I knew for a long time--that I was Josuke, specifically part 4 Josuke. Everything clicked so hard, for years all the complaints and headcanons I had made so much sense because it WAS me. That abhorred rat episode? Didn't react like that at all. I tried to help those people (and failed). The fact I was so turned away from the 'Josuke becomes a cop' headcanon that I used to see all the time back in like 2019/2020 or something? It was because I didn't become a cop at all! Josuke was like, in essence, my first kin before I even knew what kinning was.

It feels more at peace to leave the trauma behind and instead holding onto it and despising a media that didn't really wrong me itself, but instead the people I used to know back in the day. Leaving it behind and accepting it leads me to new discoveries on all ends, like the fact that the memories I have as Josuke are as vivid as the ones I have as Klavier Gavin. Or, the fact that Josuke feels like a super close kin...

Maybe because for some reason I like to kin really zesty motherfuckers such as Mettaton, Klavier Gavin, and Josuke Higashikata... Fits right in with my kintype flawlessly.

Anyways, I share this all not only to kinfess but to say that, hey if you read it all the way down here... Hi :] I genuinely hope that, if something similar has happened, you're turned away from a character or a media you used to enjoy because of someone... It's okay. Let yourself recover, and don't be afraid if you feel it may be you. It probably is. And if so, whatever headcanons or complete characterization you used to have isn't what your canon's going to 'turn into' when you kinfirm. You are complex and you are your own person. You can't get it all right, especially when you didn't know it was you. Give it another shot, and like I said, take your time to recover. Have a great day!!

(sorry for any bad grammar or misspellings I may not have caught)

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #🕹️👾🎸#josukehigashikatakin #jjbakin #rp issue #memories issue #canoning issue #self hate cw #police cw #headcanons issue #fandom issue #klaviergavinkin #aceattorneykin #mettatonkin #mod party cat

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aelaer · 1 year

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Just saw your post about having to block the doctor strange x reader tag, and I must agree it's become the predominant DS fic that comes up as recommended on my feed as well. There are several authors I enjoy reading in that category (although lately the overall amount of fics is overwhelming), but I only started writing them myself as my stephen x ofc fics could never gain a bit of traction. I have a theory that if I went back and changed my ofc's to reader inserts, I'd probably gain a lot more readers--but I can never bring myself to doing that as I wouldn't be true to myself as an author.

I suppose that's just a writerly woe I'm sharing with someone who might understand.😏 But I'm curious; are you open to reading non-romance fics featuring original characters? I've found that tumblr can be quite snobbish towards that species of fic.

I wanted to reply to this ages ago but it requires my computer and some thinking, so I kept pushing it off again and again and again and whelp, here we are. My bad. ><

I'm the same way where being true to myself as an author is writing what I want, so I get you there. Doesn't get As Much Engagement as other tropes would, but y'know what, I can live with that. If anything, I've actually found that the fic I compromised most on (because it was for a themed exchange) is one I want to reread the least. So if anything, a lot of me writes for "do I want to reread this in the future" and that has helped me since.

It's funny since OFC romances used to be pretty popular way back when, but I guess "reader" took over that audience over the last decade because the majority of the people just wanted to insert themselves into the position instead of reading about a full-fleshed character? Honestly not sure.

Right, I keep delaying the reason I took so long to get back to you - non-romance fics with OCs. The answer, by the way, is yes. Great OCs are fantastic, but you don't tend to see many OCs outside of romance, or you only see them as side characters in another pairing's fic. They don't often have starring or co-starring roles. But I wanted to find examples with great OCs which would take time.

And now I'm taking that time. Here's some good OC-starring fics that I scoured through the tag. They're difficult to find. I had to smudge that requirement after a while. Then I gave up after I got to 2 years back in the tag.

Some of the stories that I know have very good OCs are also IronStrange, but I know that's not your cup of tea so I left it out. But I found a handful.

Keshwyn was the author that came to mind when you originally sent this ask, but I wanted to have more than one author when I wrote this. Read their series, highly recommend, top-tier OCs across the whole spectrum, with the main star being female.

This fic by LexLemon is technically PalmerStrange, but the OCs are her parents, so it's basically a delight in my eyes as Stephen's fish-out-of-water act is always funny to me.

Dragonnan writes good OCs, usually the mean sort though, the ones who hurt Stephen rather than befriend him (male and female lmao), but if you're in a whumpy mood at some point...

This isn't technically an OC, but I don't know the character from the comics, so she's an OC to me! This Stephen's new apprentice is Casey Kinmont fic by Stratagem. They just updated recently too, need to cheer them on at some point.

*sigh* Sorry love, I ran out of good OC fics that didn't have background/primary IronStrange that I could find/remember. But yeah. There's some fic/author recs.

(If anyone wants to add to the list, feel free to leave a comment or reblog. I was avoiding IronStrange for the asker in particular but I don't think the asker sees reblogs so go for it if you'd like).

Also, I love the OCs that I've come up with for my various stories in both LOTR and the MCU. I'll ramble all about them if you (or someone) wants me to, quite happily.

Hope that answers the question/reason for the ask, mostly.

#sobeautifullyobsessed #ask #answered #fic recs #stephen strange #fanfic #yes give me a reason to just write an essay about my ocs lmao #all the rp ones in particular were really well loved

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queenmayor23 · 10 months

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Fighting the Good Fight

got the idea for this while listening to a book called Whisper by Tal Bauer and watching an episode of True Life that show is fvcking bonkers.

"Hey. I'm home."

The pitter-patter of feet gradually became louder as the five-year-old ran to hug Y/N. Y/N crouched down and embraced the kid in his pajamas, a taller man following behind, fussing in Parsik about how the kid was almost asleep, and now he has to put him down again.

"I'm sorry. I miss you guys. Hey kiddo, the faster you fall asleep, the more time we have tomorrow. So can you go to sleep for your Baba, and tomorrow we can go to the park and get ice cream."

"O-tay." The kid follows the man back into the bedroom.

Y/N walks into the kitchen to warm up food. After eating and taking a shower, Y/N gets in bed; moments later, the man climbs in bed behind Y/N, becoming the big spoon. His arms smoothly grabbed Y/N's waist.

"I know those hands. Those are the "I'm nervous about something" hands, and the last time I felt them was when you told me about the kid. So what's going on, Raqqa?"

The arms grew tighter, trapping Y/N by the waist as small kisses hit Y/N's neck.

"Oh, this is serious."

"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Rest tonight, my love."

The next day after going to the zoo and a hike through the park Raqqa and Y/N found themselves seated on a weathered wooden bench watching the kid on the playground as the sun dipped below the horizon casting long shadows across the park.

Raqqa exhales, cracking his knuckles and crossing his arms. "I've been watching the war in Ishtar. The rebels need help. They are outgunned and outmanned; if they don't change the tide soon, they could lose the country to dictatorship."

"So what, we're rounding up the troops for support?"

"I volunteered my efforts."

Y/N turned to face Raqqa, but Raqqa kept his eyes trained on the playground before them. "Volunteered efforts? As in "Uncle Sam wants you" or-"

"There will be others. But as far as the government is concerned, no."

Y/N trembled out a breath as he attempted to speak. "So… what does that mean?"

"I'm leaving for Ishtar in two weeks."

A tear fell from Raqqa's eye as he clenched his lips together. Y/N settled a hand on Raqqa's leg, calming him enough to open his mouth again. "You know where the key is for the emergency safe; everything you need is there. You're on the pick-up and emergency list for school; you know the schedule, our routines…"

"Raqqa-"

Out of nervousness, Raqqa begins speaking in Parsik, not noticing the switch. Y/N listens to him ramble until Raqqa turns to Y/N. Raqqa takes Y/N's hands in his. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, but if you're this nervous about it, maybe you shouldn't go."

Raqqa's gaze dropped to the ground, his eyes flickering with a blend of sorrow and determination. "I know, Y/N. But it is my duty to my homeland, and I can't turn my back on it."

A knot formed in Y/N's stomach, and his voice choked with emotion. "I can't bear the thought of losing you, Raqqa… and telling your kid that Baba isn't coming home. It hurts thinking about it. You have something special here. Why leave it? Is it me? Am I pushing you away? Am I not doing enough? That's why you didn't want me over all week, right?"

Raqqa's fingers reached out, gently brushing against Y/N's face. "Ya omri. You are perfect in every way. I was- am scared to tell you all of this. But seeing you today gave me all the confidence I needed to know that you're the one I want to be here when I return."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "I'm proud of you, Raqqa, but that doesn't make it any easier. Having to worry about every phone call, every knock at the door. It terrifies me."

Raqqa's grip tightened on Y/N's face, his voice quivering with love and pain. "I'll do everything I can to return to you. You and the kid are the reason I fight, a light guiding me through the darkest of nights." Raqqa releases Y/N and digs in his pocket. He pulls out a gold link chain with his dog tags and a Chrome ring with Yellow Gold Inlay, putting it around Y/N's neck.

"I know we talked about not buying engagement rings; that's what the chain is for, but just in case I don't come back-"Raqqa couldn't finish his sentence.

"I do." Y/N said, knowing it could be his only chance to say those two words to the man he truly loved.

"Promise me you'll be as strong as the man I fell in love with and believe in us, in our love, even while I'm far away."

Y/N nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I'll hold onto that promise, Raqqa. I'll be here, waiting for you, praying for your safe return. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself and come back to us."

In the heated moment, Raqqa connected their lips, grabbing the back of Y/N's neck. Their embrace was a mixture of desperation and tenderness. After the initial shock, Y/N deepened the kiss until both were out of breath. It was their first kiss. They clung to one another and found comfort in their newfound intimacy, praying that no matter the future, hoping that their love would be enough to withstand the trials ahead.

#gay #war veteran #x male reader #tiktok #read me please #i made this #male reader #homosexual #happy pride 🌈#gay veterans #fictional characters #fictional country #gay pride #lgbtlove #gay men #queer #queer stuff

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moonsdancer · 2 years

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This is a good question @fleursdusang. I've done a lot of thinking about this with the other eight or so MelJay shippers I communicate with on Discord 😭 , and we'd long ago agreed that MelJay is an ironic rare-pair. But more on that below.

@arcane-rarepair-week has done a great write-up of what "constitutes" a rare pair in fandom, and they've broken it down here: (they do include MelJay on their list). Fandom Wiktionary describes it as:

A ship that generally receives little attention from fans and has few associated fanworks.

Ultimately, a ship is a rare pair based on output / engagement and not whether it's canon or not. Generally, the most "fair" metric to use is ao3 (although in some cases, it becomes apparent looking at fanart, or fan discourse, and other creative outputs what's what). MelJay has the unique 'distinction' of being one of the least supported / celebrated / whatever canon ships in maybe the history of any fandom. I ran the numbers, and it's pretty dire, just a quick summary from Sunday when I did this exercise to ask:

Is MelJay a "rare pair"?

based on ao3, only -

There were 8568 fanworks dedicated to Arcane on ao3. Of those fanworks, in terms of popularty by tag (including explicitly romantic and ships defined by '&' which are sometimes still romantic but not always), MelJay doesn't even appear in the top ten or fifteen.

Filtering out some of the "&" pairings allowed MelJay to edge its way in at about no. 9 or 10 with 213 stories.

Of those 213 stories: 116 were JayVik stories that weren't about MelJay. A good majority were often about breaking MelJay up or killing off Mel or whatever other narrative device in order to tell a story about JayVik. 74 of those are Violyn stories that tag MelJay despite it not being a factor in said story (I assume they do so because it's a canon ship, so folks just toss it in there). 51 of those were MelJayVik stories.

Once you filter those out, we come to 56 overall stories tagged MelJay. Of those 56, roughly 17 were actually about viktor with someone i.e. viktor / you or viktor / reader or viktor / original character. we can, if we're generous, pretend that about a third of those are as much about meljay as they are about viktor and whoever else, but even that would be a bit of a lie.

Once you filter those out, we were left with about 46 stories. And even in those, a quick review of the content showed some of them weren't even about MelJay.

A weird and non-self-aggrandizing fact that was pointed out to me today - just stating it to show the reality of things - I've written 15 of those stories, so that's about a third of stories, that are explicitly and materially in terms of the content about Mel Medarda and Jayce Talis in a relationship of some kind, were written by one person. That's weird, for the only confirmed, together, onscreen, canon romantic ship - but that's the reality.

ANYWAY.

The above rambling answer to your comment from this post is really my way of just reflecting on all this for my own reasons and opening the discussion which we'll all probably only have in an honest way in a few years across fandom about this and not to rant at you in anyway. Because the treatment of / reception / backlash (in many ways especially in the first few months) to MelJay is a bit weird. That's the word I'll use so I don't use different words that piss folks off.

This was a bit of a Ted Talk, sorry! 😂✨

ETA: Because someone did mention this, I know the '&' tag is generally used for platonic or familial relationships. But I notice people in a lot of cases in this fandom use it interchangeably with the bigger ships. May not always be the case. But either way, the situation for MelJay is dire. And those '&' ships don't really detract from that conclusion.

#meljay #arcane #rare pair #mel medarda #jayce talis #arcane meta #i suppose #or arcane fandom meta #fleurdusang

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solarishashernoseinabook · 2 years

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What part of writing is the most fun?

Thanks again for all the asks!! :D

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway) Do not underestimate my willingness to write set-up for events, it's not for nothing that my friends tease me about The Solaris Effect (when what was supposed to be a fluffy fic becomes overloaded with plot, but lately we've been extending it to any minor point that ends up having a lot of set-up given to it so that it works properly)

Nevertheless! Have a short exchange that I might not be able to include in The Ward Ghost due to the timeline not quite working (scene contains implications of a past abusive relationship):

Ten Tooth Joe watched Horace and Will for a moment, then spoke in a low voice to Travis. 'And this new young man Ghost is with - he treats him better than his last boyfriend?' The memory of Will, injured and alone in the woods after his ex had taken out his anger on him, flashed in Travis's mind. His hand balled into a fist. 'Yes. He does.' Ten Tooth Joe noticed Travis's anger. 'So you know the story?' 'I do. He told us a couple weeks ago. You knew about it?' 'Found out just before the bastard left.' 'Did you do anything?' Travis asked. 'I would have, but at the time I had no idea...' 'Found out too late - by that time Ghost had broken it off himself.' Ten Tooth Joe broke out into a grim smile, his eyes glittering angrily in the firelight. 'I might have met that bastard before he hopped a boat to the continent.' Travis's blood ran cold. 'Did you--?' 'Oh, he got on the boat all right,' Joe said, waving one hand. 'But let's just say I have him a little taste of what he gave Ghost.'

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read? Mostly! I love fluffy one-shots, which is most of what I've written lol

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other? I've written more drabbles, but I absolutely love doing longfics. As for pantsing versus plotting, it's a mixture! One-shots, I'll have a very vague idea of what I want to do, but mostly pants it. My longfics are slightly planned - I get the beginning, the end, and some scenes I must include, then leave things flexible so I can rearrange or expand things as needed :3 I'm happy with what I do, no need to change!

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title? When I'm staring at that ao3 title box in despair just before I post the fic slghslgh. But I came up with the title for The Royal Ranger early (purely as a joke that my friends enabled me on)

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)? Titles oh my god. If Beethoven could get away with calling his work shit like Fifth symphony in C minor why can't I just call my shit Fluffy gay with side angst and found family no. 12?

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?) *vibrates in autistic excitement* okay so I've talked about this a lot in other places but writing The Royal Ranger has been huge for me becoming more comfortable in myself. Giving Halt so many of my own autistic traits has meant I'm doing a lot of self-reflection and after a while of writing him I feel a lot better about stimming and my sensory issues :D It's also hugely validating to write people supporting Halt when he needs it bc his autism is causing a problem, or getting to call out characters who treat him poorly.

On a more story-focused level, writing Halt has been fun so far bc he's currently 20 years younger than he is in the main series, and I've written a lot of flashbacks to him as a kid where he was care-free and happy, whereas at the time the fic happens he's more reserved. It's been really fun writing him slowly becoming the version of him we see in canon! And chapter 23 plants a little seed that's gonna come back much later, in a light-hearted context that's nonetheless gonna be meaningful to him ❤

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?) I think a webcomic would be interesting! I could visually indicate that Will doesn't emote much in The Ward Ghost that way, or try fun things with panels to show how Halt perceives the world in The Royal Ranger. But I don't have the artistic skill to pull it off, nor do I want to put in the years of work to develop that at the moment lol

25. What part of writing is the most fun? Dialogue exchanges! Especially when characters get to tease each other, but also when they get to really be emotional and sincere. And I'm an absolute sucker for writing scenes where a character promises to support another ❤❤❤

Link to the ask game if you want to play!

#asks #ask games #writer meta ask game #the ward ghost #the royal ranger #my writing #you've gotta read ranger's apprentice so you can understand what i'm talking about friend (no pressure)#ALSO. ALSO I JUST EDITED A TAG. WITHOUT HAVING TO DELETE ANYTHING. AND I FEEL POWERFUL.

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wannaliveattheholidayinn · 1 year

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fun tag game? fun tag game. ty @janelevy for the tag <3

what book are you currently reading?

i just finished i'm glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy, so now i'll probably move onto loveless by alice oseman or iron widow by xiran jay zhao

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

i,,, genuinely cannot remember going to a single movie in theaters this year. i'm pretty certain i never went into theaters this year. although, now that i'm thinking my local theater did host a viewing of goncharov-

what do you usually wear?

um,,, mainly,,, like dresses or shirts tucked into skirts. i don't own many "masculine" clothes and i'm just generally more comfy in "feminine" clothes

how tall are you?

uh,,, 5'2 or 5'3 i think. i'm pretty short. i'm the shortest of my friend group

what’s your star sign?

gemini !

do you go by your name or a nickname?

i'll go by anything if you clear it with me first. hannah? sure. 04? sure. jamie? sure. stan? sure. munchkin? ... sure, fine [redacted]

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

uh,,, so i'm in (community) college now w an undecided major (which funnily enough, i did not want to go to college when i was little), but i'm pretty sure i'm going into education. little me wasn't exactly sure what i wanted to grow up to be, i flip-flopped around a bit, but i clung onto actor for a while so,,, no, not really

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one?

i am very single. i do have a crush on someone (two someones, actually), but i'm scared they'll find my tumblr so they'll remain unnamed. i do also have many crushes on celebrities who have no idea i exist

dogs or cats?

don't make me choose... okay fine, cats

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

oooh i am a fanfic writer (ik, i'm really cool /s), and my favorite fic has got to be this zep fic i wrote (pas de deux) kiss me backstage, in part bc it's just really personal. i'd say my favorite line in it is "She stepped away, wanting to see how he’d react before going. He seemed a little shocked, but slowly, a smile played at the edge of his lips. She smiled and then ran for her life towards the wings, because Jesus, she was late." what can i say, i'm a romantic who spent their final show of dance running to and from the wings

what’s something you would like to create content for?

ooooh um... maybe the west wing or wednesday or the punisher. definitely would like to write something for jessica jones. maybe if i'm feeling daring, derry girls?

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

the west wing. did a rewatch a month or so back bc of hln and i remembered how much i love it. derry girls, abbott elementary, and she-hulk attorney at law have all been taking up considerable space in my head, especially derry girls. also, weirdly, the punisher, which i've only seen one episode and clips of

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

... first kill. i tried really hard to like it, but idk there was a lot about it that rubbed me the wrong way and i just couldn't get into it the way i wanted to

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

um,,, it's not very hidden, but i have a pretty good singing voice. idk most ppl on here don't know and it isn't something i talk a lot abt with ppl i don't know... or maybe my hidden talent is the ability to ramble on for any given topic i'm somewhat passionate/invested in for hours on end, which i have done before

are you religious?

i'm not,,, religious, but i am somewhat observant of judaism, and i'd like to be more observant

what’s something you wish to have at this moment?

um... i guess a friend to hug. idk, i'm kinda sad, i had to leave my family early for the holidays bc my dad caught covid and i just really wanna hug somebody... also, bc we live in a capitalist society, money

tagging @wannabe-etymologist, @pesby, @delphiniumblooms ! obviously, no pressure, if you guys don't wanna participate <3

also open to anyone who sees this and thinks it would be fun to have a go at it <3

#tag games

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anxiouslyfred · 1 year

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I posted 472 times in 2022

196 posts created (42%)

276 posts reblogged (58%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@brandstifter-sys

@onthevirgeofdestruction

@lostcephalopods

@candied-peach

@ts-creator-boost

I tagged 204 of my posts in 2022

#remus sanders - 68 posts

#virgil sanders - 65 posts

#roman sanders - 60 posts

#janus sanders - 32 posts

#logan sanders - 32 posts

#fred rambles - 32 posts

#dukexiety - 30 posts

#soulmate au - 29 posts

#patton sanders - 28 posts

#february doodles - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#i've been made to feel valued and included and have no clue how to comprehend it

My Top Posts in 2022:

The Full Bag

Summary: Virgil suggested the trip to the beach with the twins. They should have expected him to be prepared for everything, including their energy and ways to use it.

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Virgil had been the one to suggest it, which honestly surprised Roman to recall, given Virgil's preference for remaining in his room and complaining if the weather was too warm. Regardless of surprising suggestions the twins were heading to the beach with Virgil, ready to enjoy some sun, sand and sea.

Roman was ready to run away, find the best patch of sand and start sculpting almost as soon as they got parked only for Virgil to bark out, “Stop! Put Sunscreen on!” A spray bottle of sunscreen was thrown at him with the words and one sent towards Remus a moment later.

“Great Neptune! You're delaying our relaxing, Scourge of the Deep!” he protested, glaring at Virgil, even as Remus cheerfully starts spraying so much onto his skin that only the cream of the sunscreen was visible.

“Increased chance of looking like Wade Wilson, or 2 minutes to spray sunscreen on?” Virgil countered immediately, shrugging his short-sleeved hoodie off to put some on himself.

Roman pouted for a moment more, “Fine.”

He scrambled to get away however when Remus threw an arm over him, pulling them together. “If you can't create your own mucus, shop brought is fine.” Remus trilled in his ear, getting battered away a moment later.

“You're meant to rub it in, Swamp Monster. You'll harm the mud skippers if you don't.” Virgil chided with a roll of his eyes. At those words Remus was cheerfully scrubbing at his skin to get the lotion absorbed into it.

Roman passed his bottle of sunscreen back to Virgil with a nod, only to have a wind barrier handed to him in return. “You go and find a good patch for us to claim. I'll bring the rest of our stuff over.”

Since Remus had raced off towards the sea as soon as he'd finished returning to his normal colour, Roman didn't protest. He knew there was no point in arguing with Virgil about being able to carry more.

…

Virgil hadn't had friends to visit the beach with before and while the twins were definitely unique, he wouldn't have wanted to share this trip with anybody else. For now he was happy relaxing on their mats and beach towels, watching the water and seeing what Roman was sculpting on his patch of sand.

Remus was running around constantly. He'd gone to paddle in the sea a few times but always came running back with some discovery in his hands.

“SHELL!” Remus yelled, despite suddenly being right in front of Virgil again.

A glance up had Virgil waving back to the ocean. “Something alive, back to the ocean with it.” He stated, going back to kneading his hands into the sand.

A few moments later there was a yelp from Roman and replying cry from Remus of “SEAWEED!”

Roman tore the plant off his head doing his best to launch it back into the ocean. “Stop dropping things on my head!”

Remus hadn't even reached the sea before he was running back holding something that was splashing behind him. “BEER!”

“Y'know, if you're so set on gathering stuff, go and collect rubbish. Nothing that wasn't made by human's can end up in this bag.” Virgil decided then, unclipping a fold up litter picker from his rucksack and pulling out a rubbish bag to hand to Remus who happily ran off again.

Roman was frowning over at him when he looked over once again. “You just had those in your bag, Ursula? Why?”

“Remus.” Virgil couldn't have said der more clearly if he'd actually spoken, his point and stare speaking enough.

…

Remus's rubbish bag was almost half full and beginning to be a pest for his running back and forth, but he'd find a better way to carry it somehow. It was balanced on his head this time he was passing his brother and Virgil.

“I need shells or sea glass, “ Roman mused just as he was able to hear, getting the rubbish bag dropped beside him.

Virgil was already looking up, calling “Re! Decorations for Ro's sculptures! Also drink something!” He was pulling out first bottles of water and then various pops and sodas, glancing over towards the brothers, “You too, Ro.”

“Angry Water!” Remus snatched the sparkling water up immediately, “You gonna summon up a tray or box for shiny things? Mr Dull won't like it if I fill my bag with his decorations on top of everything I've already saved the sea slugs from.”

Roman made a noise of protest, but cut off his words seeing Virgil start digging through his bag already.

“A plate for a new magpie.” He held out after a few moments, pulling a large tray out.

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A Night Off

for @dukexietyweek free day

Summary: Virgil’s day off gets taken over by friends, but at least Remus is there to give him a break and the chance to relax at the end of it all

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It was meant to be Virgil's first day off with no obligations in what felt like forever.

He'd been perfectly ready to crash out and stay in bed all day, or slouch around his house, relaxing and just watching TV or browsing the internet with nothing to do and nobody needing his attention.

It was meant to be his day off and now it was 9o'clock at night and he wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

He'd started the morning off perfectly, just relaxing, but then Patton had called about this thing that they swore he'd absolutely love and it was happening just today, so he had to get up and go there or face them calling every hour until he did so. After that things just spiralled, with Roman and Logan, even Janus meeting him while doing stuff with the others and claiming some time for something else they all swore were the perfect ways to spend his time off from work.

None of it had been what Virgil wanted to do and none of them had listened when he begged to just go home and relax. They all seemed convinced that no matter how many evenings they did things with Virgil any days off from obligations were meant to be spent with or claimed by friends.

So here he was, finally home again, in the biggest hoodie he had, stolen from his boyfriend a while ago and curled into a ball, trying not to cry. He had just wanted a break, to relax and not interact for a while; Some time where the public didn't get to see him, and the only person possibly likely to was his boyfriend. Had that really been so much to ask?

“Sofa spiderrr?” A soft call matched by the door opening only had Virgil burying himself deeper in his knees. Remus would find him soon enough. “I brought Chinese for dinner.”

He grumbled, not turning even when he knew his boyfriend was in the same room, looking him over. “You don't look like you've spent the day on the sofa.”

Virgil just threw his phone over to Remus, expecting it to be immediately unlocked and the pictures and notes flicked through. He did wriggle his legs free of the hoodie while that happened since the smell of the Chinese was making him hungry now so he wanted to get cutlery at least to start eating.

“I am so tempted to go and be the nightmare and destructive spirit they all claim I am. We both told them this was for you to have a day off, for you to stay home and relax after everything that's been happening recently. I bet they were ignoring you saying you'd prefer to be home through all of this too.” Remus grumbled, and Virgil knew he was keeping his voice measured to avoid grating on his nerves as much as possible.

“Something like that.” Virgil mumbled, just looking at the bag, but melting when arms wrapped around him.

Remus nuzzled the back of his neck for a moment before whispering, “Next time I'll tell you that I'm plotting to have you abducted in sacrifice to Cthulhu. That'll keep them from bothering you and give you a reason to silent and mute notifications from any chat system they can contact you through.”

“Or banging the door down to rescue me from your schemes.” He tried to muster a smirk but knew it fell short. “You know Roman did that so many times when we first started dating. I literally replaced the locks so many times because of it.”

“Then I'll steal your phone and threaten everyone who tries to make you do something on your day off instead.” Remus suggested, tugging him over to the sofa with the hug, one hand grabbing the bag of take out. “Until then we are going stuff our faces and snuggle until you feel calmer again.”

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Avoiding Poison

Summary: Remus wants to cook a meal for everyone but doesn't know what poisons he needs to avoid for the light sides. When he tries to steal a recipe book from Roman to find out Roman decides to help him cook.

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Remus wanted to do something for everyone, maybe use it as an excuse to get messy without getting told off if possible. He hadn't seen Janus much recently and thought his attempts to cause mischief and get Logan to relax had probably not been as helpful as he'd imagined they would be, so was trying to think of something Roman might do if trying to help the others.

Cooking had been the first thing he'd thought of, but he didn't know the things that poisoned the light sides well enough to cook for them. There were already plenty of poisons to avoid for Remus, Janus and Virgil so what possible poisons needed subtracting for Roman, Patton and Logan?

He could ask for help, probably, but that felt like cheating, especially when Roman's room was right there, and could have recipe books with any poisons indicated or scribbled out, or whatever Roman did to avoid using them.

“What are you doing?” Roman asked from where he'd been bent over his desk before Remus had gotten halfway across the room.

“Borrowing a book?” Remus asked remaining frozen in position for as long as he could.

His brother turned around, glancing over his shelves, specifically the ones Remus was heading towards. “The weapons guides are behind you or are you actually trying to get my recipe books?”

“I need to know what poisons you all to avoid it when cooking! Thought getting a recipe would be a good start!” Remus exclaimed, gesturing wildly.

“Poisons? Aren't normally included in recipes?” Roman frowned, getting up from his desk to pick out one of the books. “Why would you need to avoid anything in what you cook?”

Remus gaped for a moment. “There's so many poisons included in recipes that Janus and I regularly go through any book we get labelling the substitutions needed for any to be edible!”

“That's sounds really unlikely to me. I'll cook with you, if only to understand what poisons you're talking about. What were you wanting to make?” Roman shook his head as if dismissing his confusion, before flicking to the contents page.

“Mud Pie. Mud's glorious to eat.” Remus promptly stated.

“Mud isn't meant to be edible, so let's find an equivalent from actual foods. How about this, almond and green bean pie?” Roman's finger traced the page before stopping on his suggested recipes.

Remus scowled. “Poisonous!”

“How?”

“Nuts and beans are poison to Janus! We can't make that!” He explained, going to snatch the book away from Roman.

Roman pushed him back before flicking to the page, “Okay but if we use something else for those ingredients maybe it could work. Janus drinks wine, so berries would be okay, right?”

“But last week you said that wasn't a dinner food.” Remus whined, upset that his plans to make dinner were being changed to a dessert.

“Yeah, like anyone other than Logan will protest a sweeter dinner. We'll just explain that creative meals being made to serve everybody must be adjusted when necessary, or that we took inspiration from crofters while we were cooking. One of those will convince him to have dinner with us if he argues.” Roman offered, already leaving his room for the kitchen with the recipe book still in his hands.

…

They'd gotten a fair way into baking before the subject of poison came up again. Roman had decided the easiest way to avoid using the almonds mentioned in their original recipe was to use the pastry recipe from one of the fruit pies in the book and hand been reaching for an orange when it was slapped out of his hand, rolling away on the floor.

“Poison!” Remus glared, “No killing me when I'm trying to be nice!”

Roman blinked, bending to pick it back up, “I've seen you have orange juice before.” He stated, rinsing it off under the tap.

“To remedy Logan's poison agenda!” He was resolutely against the orange and ready to throw it back on the floor if Roman made any move to actually add part of it to the pastry.

After a moments indecision, the orange was placed back into the fruit bowl and Roman was looking at their recipes again. “The 'stay hydrated' one or the dental one? Is this a case of one poison being a remedy for the other?”

“TEETH!” Remus yelled, baring his and getting their faces as close together as he could, trying to disturb his brother.

Roman pushed him away gently with one hand before using it to point to a later part of the process. “Well we were putting off figuring out a substitute for for the spoonful of peanut butter in this, so if we use toothpaste for that and keep in the orange juice then neither you nor Janus should be poisoned?” He suggested, mentally trying to imagine what this pie that was becoming some weird fruit pie with reduced sugar content was going to end up tasting like if mint was included as yet another flavour.

“Berries and mint, berries and mint! I'm a little rascal who loves berries and mint!” Remus obviously agreed to the idea as he danced around the kitchen for a moment.

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Compliments

Summary: Virgil sees Roman's genuine smile after complimenting an idea and realizes how long it's been since he's seen a genuine one. He takes up complimenting Roman more and slowly the other sides try to join in.

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“And never fear, our midnight witcher, I've looked it up and these companies have their safety certifications so anything Thomas records with them will be safe. You could even ask the precautions ahead of filming to confirm so.” Roman ended his latest plans for a video with a flourish, looking around for their response.

Virgil had been wary but hearing that even without his and Logan's input he'd started to confirm the issues there might be was touching. “Thanks, Princey. You've already got a strong idea and I'm glad you've considered safety in it. That's great.” He didn't think the praise was anything special, but Roman completely lit up with it, a large smile spreading over his face. It felt real in a way Virgil only realised had been lacking in recent smiles upon seeing a genuine one.

That thought stuck with him, longer than the smaller smile that Roman kept as his idea started to be fully reviewed by everyone. He'd been the only one to praise Roman for the idea, rather than focusing on the idea itself or pointing out its flaws from the start, and Virgil couldn't remember that being a new thing.

It still stood out, just how much Roman had lit up at his meagre praise and how little anybody else directed praise towards the creative side. Remembering that Roman also made up Thomas's ego to some degree, Virgil decided that needed to change, even if he was the only one to start offering praise.

…

“That looks pretty cool. You making breakfast or working on your masterpiece?” Virgil muttered, looking over Roman's shoulder while he was making breakfast, or at least decorating plates ready to serve the food up.

“A meal tastes better if it looks better.” Roman quipped, but threw a grin over to him. “but thank you. I aim to impress.”

…

Virgil sighed after Thomas parroted Roman's words to smiles of his friends. “Good quick thinking there.”

Roman's replying smile was shallow, but thankfully still more genuine than any of his old smiles, “I'm just glad it worked. Janus's lines were digging a worse situation.”

“That's why we'll always need our Prince.”

…

Logan had started throwing curious glances to Virgil whenever he heard a passing compliment being said to Roman, and turning calculating gazes to Roman when the ideas shared were actually becoming better. It was possible that some praise or support with coming up with their video ideas would soon be shared by Logan and Virgil definitely hoped it would be so.

He'd seen Janus hold himself back from speaking multiple times. Everyone was fairly sure that any compliments from the deceitful side wouldn't be accepted yet. The times Janus had used them to manipulate Roman were too recent so Virgil was grateful that even if he understood why Virgil was complimenting more often, he wasn't trying to join in.

Patton however seemed to be just confused when he caught Virgil alone.

“You're being really sweet, complimenting Ro so much. I'm proud of you trying to get along with him better.” Patton had said, although questions were swimming through his eyes.

Virgil shrugged, hunching slightly into his hoodie. “We've been neglecting him. I'm just trying to make his smiles genuine again.”

“They've always been genuine. What do you mean?” His brow furrowed, glancing through to where Roman had popped up doing something with Logan while they spoke.

Virgil shook his head. “They weren't, just convincing fakes. Out of all of us, you know he's got the most acting ability and I'm fairly sure I hadn't seen a genuine smile for months before I first complimented him. It's time for Roman to be treated nicely, y'know.”

“Do you think his old pops could help with that?” Patton asked, glancing through, looking a little regretful at the distance everyone knew was between him and Roman currently.

“It can't hurt to try.” The response was the closest he could say without worrying about the advice being good or bad. Virgil didn't want to make the situation worse, but saying nothing would upset Patton more.

…

Perhaps the oddest thing Virgil noticed after starting to include compliments for Roman in their daily conversation was that Remus joined in, in his own way at least.

He'd come into the kitchen for some coffee late at night and saw Roman still up, practising some script in the living room and Remus fell in. “Loving that swamp you created, Pissy! Was Thomas rewatching Shrek when you made it?”

Virgil kept his snicker back. It definitely looked like Remus had been in a swamp from the amount of sludge he was dripping over the living room. This wasn't a conversation for him to join in with, but it was interesting to see the rejected brother joining in with building Roman up again.

“Oh! Thanks.” Roman blinked, dropping his script to turn and face Remus. “I think his friends had been talking about Princess Tiana and if she might actually include bugs or bug themed dishes on the menu of her restaurant when I made that place.”

“Did you give me alligators to avoid having to make hundreds of bugs then? You got them more ferocious and fun to wrestle with!” Remus almost pulled Roman into a hug or wrestling match if Roman hadn't been so quick to dodge away, smiling the entire time.

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Shades of Expression

Sequel to Exploring New Towns

Summary: Remus loves the artwork that Virgil sells in his shop. He visits it so often and gets to know Virgil while doing so.

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Remus had made it a habit; After each therapy session he had with Doctor Picani, he'd visit Virgil's shop and get lost in the paintings for a while.

Virgil grew used to having company in the store quite quickly, occasionally even showing Remus the painting he'd brought out to work on while behind the counter. He'd been used to the visitors to his shop expecting some interesting story behind his artwork, or trying to create their own, as Roman had done the only time he'd tried using the artwork to connect with Remus. It was refreshing to someone who just looked at the scenes with relief, that scenes like this weren't just things Remus's brain alone came up with.

He'd barely noticed Remus's arrival today though, having grown absorbed in painting something that seemed similar to catholic depictions of Hell, if a bit more gruesome. It was only when he glanced up that he spotted Remus stood in a corner of the back of the shop.

“The hurricane again?” He asked, already aware of the picture Remus would be staring at for the fiftieth time. “I know you're aware it's for sale so why not take it home to stare at?”

Remus shook his head without looking at him, “My lighting is all wrong! This makes your shading go bang! Bang! BOOM! While my room just goes acknowledged. I wanna memorise the expressions as they are here.”

He shot a sceptical look over the artwork he had displayed for sale. “Does the lighting really impact it that much?”

“YEAH! Like here you've got a guy in shocked awe at the peace he's caught in the centre of the hurricane, but those expressions in my rooms lighting just leave the folks bored. Or this guy running in terror? In my room he would look about 9 years older but a bit less scared.” Remus explained, pointing out the painted figures without checking to see if Virgil was even close enough to recognise them. “Roman insists we need like these yellow orange lightbulbs that just screw up anything unless its his fairytale paintings. I've tried eating the bulb so I cat get normally coloured ones but apparently glass isn't edible and I'm gonna put myself in hospital again.”

“It isn't, and you are.” Virgil deadpanned, cleaning his brush. “Hang out staring at it as long as you like.”

A week later Remus decided to change their routine, coming in to Virgil's shop, a large case over one shoulder and 2 take away coffee cups in hand. “I brought coffee for you!” He greeted, holding one out to Virgil.

“And your art kit?” He raised an eyebrow at the bag, curious over why Remus would have brought it.

“YEAH!” Remus nodded, pulling one of the chairs Virgil left around the store into the middle of the space. “I love looking at your paintings and wanna be surrounded by them as I work. Is that okay?”

He shrugged, returning to flicking through an art prompt book, “Sure, I guess.”

Remus paused, the lack of noise from getting out paints or anything getting Virgil to look up again after a second, “Can you teach me to do that facial shading for expressions like the ones you get?”

“So long as there aren't too many customers.” He decided, coming out from behind the counter with a glance to the door. He wasn't particularly worried since most customers were students of the nearby college and they'd likely be in class for a while yet. “What scene are you painting, anyway? And are those watercolours or gouache?”

“Gouache. I would've brought oil paints, but didn't feel like making a smeared mess from my painting if you agreed to teach me stuff.” Remus replied, waving around at the walls.

Virgil smiled in response. A large percentage of his work was done in oils, but there were a few in watercolours, especially from when he was feeling rather washed out and zombie like or gouache from times he wanted to paint multiple pictures quickly. “Let's see what you've got and how I might shade it then.”

It had been a few weeks since Remus started painting near the back of his store, and Virgil was amused to realise that he was still adding layers to the painting he'd been doing on the first day he asked to. No Remus was bringing what had been treated as the background into the focus, as if the hurricane was actually pulling debris around the people.

Still, for the past weeks if Remus had been there when Virgil wanted to eat, then he'd simply skip lunch. It wasn't healthy and he'd been noticing that afternoons felt more difficult on days when it happened, so Virgil wanted to change the pattern.

He frowned, scrunching his nose up while looking at Remus. “Dude, can I trust you here alone or do I need to bring you on my lunch break with me?” He asked, already moving to the shop door to flip it to closed and lock it.

“History says never to trust me where damage can be done.” Remus quipped, getting more water on his brush.

“Pack that shit up then. You've got a lunch date.” Virgil nodded to the set up Remus had for painting, moving to hold the door through to his apartment stairs open.

The palette was dropped and water only just placed down without a spill so fast did Remus stand and turn to him. “Date? Like we're boyfriend's now, date?”

“Can't see why you'd want to date me, but yeah. If you want it to be?” He scoffed, already convinced the reaction was confusion disguising offence, well until his hand was grabbed at least.

Remus was beaming at him, leaning close but still respecting the comment Virgil had made on the day they met about leaving hugs until permission was given. “I want! Definitely want! You're like the greatest person in this town or any other!”

For a moment Virgil blinked, mouth opening and closing a few times, “Okay then, we can date. Besides, at least that means I get to pull you away when I need food and a break from the shop!”

“Pull me anywhere you like, gore king. I'll follow you through any of the scenes you've painted.” Remus promised, not resisting at all as Virgil tugged him into a hug.

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Greetings Ladies, Gentlefolk, and Domesticated Cryptids!

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skellebonez · 3 years

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Who Do I Go To? (Monkie Kid Fanfic)

I totally did not accidentally post this early before I edited it or added everything from my wip file... no... but anon, you gave me so much FREEDOM with this that I just went absolutely off the rails. This is not only set in a post S3 scenario where everyone survives and most of the villains have some kind of at least semi-redemption (except LBD, rip), this does feature a crackship or two of mine (you can read the tags to see the ships before you read)! Sun Wukong also has all of his immortality and some of his powers, I am writing this with the idea that he transferred most of them to MK and some of that was permanent once LBD was defeated and MK got his own back.

So... what if Sun Wukong did start communicating with the others in S3... but still has been bottling up his emotions about the past for so long he doesn’t feel he can talk to anyone because of their shared experiences? And what happens when that guilt and grief finally has someone willing to listen?

“What are you doing here, Si-SUN Wukong?” The Demon Bull King asked slowly, stumbling over his usual insult for the one once so close to him. They still weren’t close, and it was doubtful they would ever be as long as the sworn brothers they once were, but they were no longer at each other’s throats anymore.

That didn’t change how bizarre it was to see The Great Sage Equal To Heaven just... sitting outside his new home with no warning.

“DBK!” Wukong exclaimed, more startled than the larger demon was expecting as he jumped up and turned and if he didn’t look like he’d been hit with a truck metaphorically DBK didn’t know how to describe the way his fur stood on end and the redness in the other’s eyes. “I. UH. Was. Just stopping by to say hi!”

“No you weren’t,” DBK said, face falling into a deadpan glower. “You don’t do that. Even after 500 years I know you don’t.”

“I can start!” Wukong defended, crossing his arms and looking away with a wide teeth showing smile.

Too wide.

Even after everything that happened between them, from Red Boy to what happened when he needed his wife’s fan to sealing him in the mountain and everything that transpired with the Little Thief, he recognized that unhappy nervous smile.

“You can,” DBK said with a nod, gesturing to the smaller being. “You can also be here for a reason. Like what I heard you muttering to yourself behind the door.”

“And that’s my cue to leave!” The Monkey King announced as he turned to walk away before a large hand, with shocking gentleness for the one attached to it, wrapped around his shoulders.

“If you need to talk-”

“No, haha, I most certainly have no need for that!”

“-you know we’ve already made peace. I-”

“You don’t need to do anything,” Wukong insisted, struggling only a little before freeing himself from the other’s grip with an even wider nervous smile.

“-am willing to listen.”

“Don’t have to!”

“Are you at least talking to anyone?”

Neither of them said anything, The Demon Bull King staring down at The Monkey King with both frustrated annoyance and genuine concern in his expression.

The former he could deal with, but the later was so new again that...

Sun Wukong panicked.

“.... OKEY BYE!” He yelled, jumping and allowing his cloud to catch him and take him off.

"YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM YOUR FEELINGS FOREVER SUN WUKONG!"

"I HID FROM THE WORLD FOR 500 YEARS AND I TURNED OUT JUST FINE, I THINK I'LL MANAGE!"

“He turned out fine, he says,” Princess Iron Fan called from behind her husband as she emerged from their home. “So fine that it took him losing his invincibility and his successor nearly being killed for him to admit he needed help.”

DBK grunted, nodding in agreement at her words.

“He needs more, still, my dear. Even I can see that.”

“Let’s call in some reinforcements then, darling. I think there are two people who may be able to get through to him.”

Sun Wukong sat on the beach of Mount Huaguo’s island home, clearly trying not to think about what had just transpired.

“Hey.”

“How did you even know to look for me here?” Sun Wukong asked, not nearly as startled this time. He’d heard the footsteps coming for a long time, the other apparently wanting to make his presence known.

“Bull King called Pigsy’s asking for MK. MK called me since he’s working. I remembered where you like to sulk. Hence: I’m here.”

Wukong groaned, wrapping his arms around his knees and burying his face in them. “I shouldn’t have even left the house today.”

“But you left,” Macaque said with a shrug, watching the other stew in his frustration at himself. “And you went to see DBK... and I guess Princess Iron Fan too? But you ran off. Why?”

“I can’t check up on an old friend turned enemy turned less enemy to ‘not exactly friend but we’re not trying to kill each other’ without being questioned?” Wukong grumbled into his arms.

“Not when you make him sound as worried as he did when he talked to MK,” Macaque continued, voice becoming more tense. “You didn’t go to apologize or explain anything, I was there when all that went down. So... did you finally go to talk about everything e-”

“No.” The word was said with such coldness that Macaque knew it was put on. It wasn’t out of malice but something else, something more worried and fearful. “No. I can’t talk to him about... I told him everything that explained what happened. I apologized. I don’t need to talk more.”

"I don't understand why you're so opposed to to just talking about, you know... how you’re doing," Macaque said with a concerned frown. It almost felt odd on his face. Almost. He was still getting used to the whole "not being mortal eternal enemies and now being friends and kinda sorta caring about each other again" thing. "I know it's been centuries and all and you're out of practice but like... it's been centuries."

"I just... can't, Macaque," Wukong rebutted as he refused to lift his head from his arms. "I just can't."

"Why?"

"Don't."

The single word stayed in their air between them, heavy and hard and meaning more than the immortal would ever admit to.

"Come on, there has to be a reason," Macaque insisted as he sat down beside the other immortal. When no response came he sighed, tail flicking absently and flipping over some of the rocks on the beach as they sat in silence for few minutes. "You know... I started talking to someone."

"What?" Wukong turned his head, just enough to look at the other monkey from the corner of his eye.

“Sandy’s a good listener,” Macaque continued, falling back down to lay flat on his back and gaze up at the clouds. He remembered that Wukong felt better, sometimes, when you looked away when talked to. Didn’t know why, but he remembered. “Not exactly the kind of therapy he thinks I need, but he lends me his cats and he lets me talk and sometimes asks if I want advice. Sometimes I say yes, but when I say no he understands. Sometimes I just want to rant at that one little one eyed cat he has and she listened to... I think. She’s a cat so I wouldn’t know. He thinks I should see someone more experienced, an expert. Maybe he’s right, I dunno, but this helps enough for now.

“... who are you and what have you done with the Six-Eared Macaque?” Wukong asked with a soft glower, one that was clearly in jest from the tiny smile the other could see.

“Same Macaque,” the other said with a laugh, sitting back up with a theatrical flourish. “Just realized that talking to someone isn’t as dumb or useless as I made it out to be in my head. A lot of the stuff I thought about alone wasn’t exactly the best. Or healthiest. But now I can get that out there and sometimes it makes Sandy look like he ate a whole lime which probably means it’s good it’s not in my head anymore.”

“You ramble a lot,” Wukong said with a chuckle, tail swishing softly beside him before nudging against Macaque’s. He tensed before it slowly wrapped around the other’s. “It feels odd, having you try to cheer me up again after... everything.”

“Bad odd or good odd?”

“Good.”

“That’s.... good,” Macaque said, squeezing Wukong’s tail with his own. “Feels odd for me too. Like I’m out of practice too. But it’s good odd...” The two sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company before he continued. “I do think you should talk to someone. Anyone.”

“I don’t know who, though. Every time I try I just... clam up and run away. I’ve put so much on MK already,” Wukong said, tail squeezing around Macaque’s loosely in return. “And Pigsy and Sandy... After all that came out, that Sandy is Sha Wujing and Pigsy is Zhu Bajie’s reincarnation... I just... I can’t talk to them either, even though Pigsy doesn’t remember anything at all. And you... DBK... everyone... who do I go to that knows enough about me to know what they’re in for but I won’t have those memories floating around in the back of my head toward making me run away?”

“Well, you could have Sandy help you get a therapist. Prepare them in advance. Or, if you’re not ready for that, you could talk to Tang?” Macaque suggested with a shrug. “He listens to me when I’m not talking to Sandy... but that’s probably because we’re dating, that’s what it is now instead of courting, right? So he kinda has to I think? Pigsy and MK talk to him too but with me I think it’s different.”

"I don't think that's how it works," Wukong said with a half hearted chuckle as he finally raised his head all the way. "Besides, I've known Tang longer."

"By like 3 months."

"3 months more is still enough to know that if he doesn't want to listen to you he won't. The man knows how to make a speedy exit."

"Guess that's one more thing that sets him apart from his great-great-great-great-great-whatever uncle," Macaque admitted with a shrug and a chuckle of his own. He squeezed his tail around Wukong's, smile softening when he felt it being returned.

“Feels... weird though,” Wukong said with a shrug. “The two of them looking so much alike.”

“Yeah, but that’s it,” Macaque rebutted. “He’s Tang Sanzang’s great-whatever nephew 5 times removed or whatever and he looks like him. Other than that? He knows pretty much all of your history. He’s mostly out of the hero worship zone but he still respects you a lot. Aside from everything that happened with LBD and MK you two have the least history out of everyone so maybe whatever’s in your head making you clam up might not stop you. And it couldn't hurt to try. It’s not therapy, it’s just talking about something that’s bothering you. Worst that can happen is you get nervous and fumble and he takes the opportunity to ask you 40 questions about the times you were almost incinerated by a baby."

"That was one time!"

“Uh,” Tang started, staring out the open door with wide eyes at the being before him. “Hi. I didn’t exactly expect to you see today.”

“I didn’t exactly expect to be here today,” Wukong said awkwardly, nervous smile taking over his face as his tone became far too jovial for what he was about to ask. “Macaque sent me to... talk to you. About me?” His smile drooped bit by bit as he said these words, slowly starting to lose his determination to go through with this. “Oh second thought, maybe I should-”

"No," Tang said, reaching out to put a hand on the immortal's shoulder. It was nothing, really, not to someone as strong as he was. Not when he could brush it off and walk away. Go home. Just sit on his couch and watch Monkey King The Animated Series again and just think about how no one deserved to be saddled with his problems anymore. But Wukong didn't. "Whatever it is, we’re going to talk about this now. I know I’m not trained like Sandy is, but I know how to listen. And if you need someone to listen to you, I can. You wouldn't have come here to talk if you didn't."

“... ok...” Sun Wukong said, letting Tang wrap his arm around his back and guide him inside his shared home with Pigsy and Macaque.

It was... odd. Being inside this place for the first time. He’d been outside of the door more than once, invited in as well. But never inside.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Tang said, stopping his guidance once they reached the sofa. “I’m no Sandy, but I was making myself some tea and it is a batch of his own anyway. I’ll grab us some snacks too.”

“Snacks would be great,” Wukong admitted, watching the other disappear into the house’s kitchen before he sighed and gripped his thrashing tail and muttered to himself. “What am I doing..? I shouldn’t put all this on Tang... I should have gone with Macaque’s first suggestion, I’m-”

“Do you prefer lychee or persimmon?” Tang asked suddenly, startling the immortal for the second time that day. “We’re out of peach bao, but MK’s been making them out of lots of fruits and we have so many that I was planning on eating them myself.”

The scholar returned, faster than expected, with a full tray in hand. Teapot, two tea cups, and a steamer box that presumably held the buns he was asking about.

“Uh... persimmon,” Wukong answered, and he watched as Tang poured each of them a cup of tea and removed some clearly fresh (or at least made some time earlier in the day and freshly steamed), pieces of fruit laden bao to put on a plate for his guest before taking a seat in a chair across from him. “You were... getting lunch?”

Tang shrugged, laughing as he took a bite of one of his own. “Just wanted a snack. But,” He smiled, gesturing to the Monkey King. “We’re not here to talk about snacks. What’s on your mind?”

“Awfully forward start.”

“I try to be forward with the people I consider my friends.”

“... You consider me... a friend?” Wukong asked slowly, turning the bao over in his hands. It was well made, perfect he would say. You’d think MK would have been making them all his life, not that he’d learned how to on the drone ship while on the run from an evil super demon bent on erasing his mentor from the world.

“After everything we went through, how could I not?” Tang said, putting his food down to sip his tea and then putting that down as well and looking at him seriously. “You’re here because it’s the anniversary of the day you sealed away the Demon Bull King, aren’t you?”

The bao in his hands wasn’t perfect anymore. Instead the red lychee inside dripped from his claws from where they punctured it in surprise.

“How did you-?”

“My specialty study is your history after all,” Tang said, smile returning with a sad tint. “I’ve known the date for years but I felt it was something to keep to myself. For some reason. Now with you and DBK back I think that was a good choice. It feels too personal to have out in the open for everyone to make a spectacle of.”

“Is it selfish of me to be thankful for that?” Wukong muttered, gently placing the bao on the plate to lick his claws clean.

“I don’t think so,” Tang answered.

“I feel selfish though,” he continued, not managing to take note of how Tang sat up straighter and turned more toward him. “I went to DBK’s to... I don’t know. I wanted to apologize again? But I already did and he accepted it and it feels selfish to want to again. Then I just. I froze.”

“Why?” Tang asked, scooting closer.

“It felt wrong.”

“Because you would make him feel awkward?”

“NO!” Wukong groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I just. I feel...” He took in a shaky breath, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Don’t,” Tang’s voice came soft and closer than Wukong expected, as did the hands on his own slowly pulling his claws away from his face. “Don’t hurt yourself. And don’t bottle it up. I’ll listen to you. No matter what it is. It’s not selfish, feeling things isn’t selfish.”

“I miss it,” Wukong breathed out, shaky and choppy as his throat tightened as the words started to pour out of him. “I miss him. How things used to be between us and Iron Fan. I miss that I never got to meet Red Son when he was Red Boy. I miss Beng and Ba and Ma and Liu and how things used to be. I miss Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing even though they’re here. I miss my Tang Sanzang. I’d been alone for 500 years and I missed so much and I did that to myself and it’s selfish to miss like that...”

He didn’t realize his cheeks were wet until his hands had been let go and one of Tang’s rubbed a cloth against them. Tang cupped his cheeks softly before wrapping his arms around him and tucking the Monkey King’s head into the space between his neck and shoulder.

“No... no it’s not. You’re allowed to miss things, Sun Wukong. Just like anyone else.”

Sun Wukong started to feel better.

He didn’t know why that was what did it, but the dam broke. It broke and his tears came pouring out as he hugged the man who reminded him so much of his Master. He didn’t know if anything he said in the mean time made any sense, if he was just blubbering and finally letting himself mourn what he’d lost and never had, but Tang didn’t ever chastise him. He let him weep and hold him and for the first time in years...

“Oh!” Princess Iron Fan startled as she opened the door to see who had knocked, finding herself face to face at sunset with one Great Sage. “You’ve returned.”

“Are you and DBK free?” Sun Wukong asked, smile no longer too wide. “I... kinda just wanna talk with you for a bit.”

“Well... I think that would be lovely.”

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #prompt fill #no ships #gen fic #hurt comfort #sun wukong #monkey king #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #dbk and pif #tang #technically tintedlenses is in here #and hinted freesquidinknoodles i had to add that in after THAT ART TODAY #but it's only a couple lines

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windhamsrotunda · 3 years

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Edge (Adam Copeland) x Female Reader! - Tongue Tied {PT 1}.

Pairing(s) - Edge (Adam) x Female Reader! (Y/N)

Category - FLUFF AND SMUT.

Summary - Edge and Y/N are in a long distance relationship, they have known each other for over 2 years. One day, Edge and Y/N finally meet; And so on.

Requested By - N/A

Warning(s) - Strong Language, Smut and FLUFF.

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It all started with a "Hello?" over the video call from Adam: "Hey! It's Edge. How are you doing lovely?" He asked Y/N, his online best friend of two years. "I'm doing good actually since you've called! Thank you for asking!" A smile crept on the face of Edge, his smile was brighter than ever. "So, anything new with you, Edge?" She asked over the video call, smiling back at him. "Other than working out and taking care of life; I've recently won the Royal Rumble." Edge said proudly, proud of what he accomplished.

"I've saw! I was so damn excited for you! What championship are you going after?" Inquired Y/N. Edge had to think long and hard - Then came up with: "I've never held the NXT Championship." "Well, I think per say if you do go after the NXT Champion, you'll do just fine!" She smiled. Edge and Y/N spent over 2 hours on the phone. "Can I ask you something that has been on my mind for a really long time?" Asks Y/N bravely, trying not to mess this conversation up. "Of course, give me something."

"I was wondering… Can we meet in real life sometime?" She covered her face, "No no… I think it's too soon---" Edge cut her off nicely, "No! Never too soon or too early to meet! Sure! What's the day and time so that I know what my schedule will look like?" She was in utter shock that her best friend of 2 years online had even said yes: "Umm. Whenever you're ready. I know you're a real busy person; So am I. But let me know when you're free okay?" "Okay, will do." "Thanks, I gotta go; It was nice talking to you over the phone again Edge!" She smiled once again, watching him wave bye before they hung up. And so, she hung up. "Shit. This is it." She thought. "This is going to be the end of me."

Well, a nice "end of her". Not a detrimental one. Laying in bed, she glanced over the clock: "Damn. 10pm? Can't be that late." She always thought whether 10 or 11 at night was late: Thoughts traced back to the first conversation on Instagram Edge and Y/N had begun. The time where he supported Y/N throughout the whole 2 years; Through it all: The good times, and the bad times. "I'm so tired, I might as well go to sleep." She groans, but Edge was on her mind. Rethinking about how they're going to meet, how they're going to hug. How they're actually going to start a real life conversation.

***AT THE AIRPORT***

As Edge was ready to fly off to Oxford, PA; Where Y/N had lived, He texted her: "I am on my way to Oxford, Pennsylvania. :)" Less than a minute later, Y/N responded back quickly. "Can't wait to meet you, Edge!" He read the text and smiled to himself. Pushing his phone into his back pocket, he put his mask on over his face - Due to this COVID-19 Pandemic, he had to sit by himself, socially distant. It was an 8 hour airplane fly; He found himself trying to bring up the courage to say he liked her more than a best friend. Inserting his headphones in his ears, he listened to Foo Fighters "Times Like These". Soon after that, he fell right asleep on the plane, knowing it was going to be a long airplane ride.

***8 HOURS LATER***

"Arrived." Edge's phone had said vocally as if it was Siri. "Here I am. Now, off to Y/N's house." He thinks, very confidently. He grabbed his luggage, and headed his way to a Taxi. Getting in, he sat down, until the guy who was driving the Taxi asked dumbfounded: "Are… Are you Edge!?" Edge responded with: "You think you know me?" Jokingly, then said: "Yes I am." "Where are we off to, Edge?" The Taxi driver inquires. "*insert random address here*" He told the driver, the driver nodded and drove to that exact location. While waiting on his arrival, he tapped his foot on the taxi flooring nervously; "This is it. This is going to be the end of me." Swallowing hard, a lump in his throat had made its way in. You could tell Edge was extremely nervous, his hands were sweating, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face - Doing this for Y/N meant more than anything in the world - He wanted to make her happy, and himself happy.

"Remember, don't fuck this up." Thinking to himself, Edge arrived at Y/N's house. Taking deep breaths, he stepped out of the Taxi and watched the Taxi driver smile at him, then pull out of the driveway and sped off. He wanted to make this a surprise ---

Stepping up on Y/N's doorstep, he knocked on the door. Waiting for an answer for at least a good 30 seconds, she answered. Then, stopped dead in her tracks. "E-Edge?" Her mouth flung open, "I…. I didn't know you arrived or anything--" He cut her off with a huge sudden hug. She began to cry on his shoulder, sobbing. "I'm so glad I'm here." Edge whispered in her ear, stroking her back. "I'm glad too." Stepping inside, still attached to each other in an embrace, he kicked the door closed with his foot. "God I love you." He announced aloud, Y/N's face was a shocked facial expression. "I love you too…. Edge." She slowly said, with no questioning behind his secret love for her.

"You know, I wanted to tell you this. My gut in my stomach was making me want to tell you this for a long time." He continued on: "I'm in love with you. I always dreamt of being with you, and… And holy shit, is this real." He laughed, turning his attention all on Y/N. "Y/N, I want to love you as much as I can. Physically, Spiritually. You know." Y/N was lost for words, he ran his fingers through his best friend's hair: "Y/N L/N, I fucking love you. Lots." She was in her own feelings, her cheeks heated; Blushing madly like a mad woman, Y/N stopped Edge's rambling and kissed him. Edge kissed her, no hesitant reaction. Holding her into place, they made out. Fireworks spurted through both of the stomachs of Y/N and him, "I love you I love you." He muttered in between those breaths he shared with his best friend.

Y/N smiled, "I love you more." Hands calloused against the face of Edge, she slid the cardigan off of his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He pulled away, "Wait. Are you sure you want to do this?" He looked in the eyes of Y/N dead serious, "Yes." Was what she said. Silence broke between the two, he undid his bun that was perfectly fit into his hair - "You wanna go first?" He asked, not wanting to force anything on her. "You haven't seen me naked before…" "Can I go first?" A gentle smile appeared on the face of Edge, slowly taking his shirt off. Revealing his 6 pack and biceps, he looked at his shirt in his hand, looked at Y/N who was staring at him. A dark smirk appeared on his face - "Are you lost, baby girl?" His eyes eager, Y/N kicked her heels off, and approached him. "I'm lost with you." She smirked back.

A tease. Thought Y/N in her head, kissing the neck of Edge, he softly moaned in her ear. "Mhm." He placed a hand behind her neck, pulling her close. "I want you, damn all of you." She growled, Edge accepted the invitation, grasped her thighs, pulled her up to his level and smashed his lips against hers once more. Feeling pretty sure and confident of herself, she slowly undid her blouse. As Edge watched on, she undid herself faster. Dropping it to the hardwood floor, Y/N felt her heart hit through the floor; When she saw his bulge in his pants get bigger. "Such a good girl." The Rated R Superstar spoke softly, in a teasing tone. His eyes glanced up at his best friend, then down at his belt buckle. Undoing it, Edge pulled his pants down to his ankles and kicked them off. A. Tease. Thinks Y/N more, liking what she saw.

Edge was now on top of her, face buried in the arch of her neck, moaning hot breaths and plunging deep down. They shared moans, Y/N grabbed a fistful of his hair and screamed when he hit that spot. "I love you, I love you so fucking much." Was Edge's words before collapsing down on her, knees weak and body in pleasure. Panting, she rolled herself over on the other side. "Edge… I want you to know this: I'll love you til' the day I die. Alright?" Panting, he kissed her on the forehead. "I'll take your promise - And I guarantee you will. I will do the same in honor." Stroking her hair, they fell asleep together after a long night of love making.

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i-like-yoongi-a-latte · 3 years

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I know you mentioned 'Finnish baseball' (I've heard of it, but I'll be damned if I can think of the proper name for it!) in the tags of one of your posts. From what you understand about baseball, what's the differences between the two?

Oh do you have any idea what you've just started? Just kidding, but I like to ramble a lot and this is one of the most important things to me so I got excited! So thank you for asking! 😁

Okay so I don't understand a lot about baseball, I've gotten help from discord (shoutout to everyone on BTD you rock!). I might not get the terms correct but I'll try! Feel free to ask if it's somehow not understandable because I love to talk about it 😊

So, let’s start with an easy one: Finnish baseball is commonly known as pesäpallo, also called pesis.

First of all the field is different, baseball has the diamond but we (I say we, meaning in pesäpallo) have like a zigzag layout of bases. The pitcher is at home base instead of being in the middle, so they pitch upwards, not towards the batter. The batter has three strikes, but you have to notice the bad pitches (I think it's the same in baseball? Correct me if I'm wrong!). If there are no players on the bases, one noticed bad pitch (not hit) and you can advance to base 1, if there are players on the bases, two bads and the first runner can advance from their base to the next one.

Our strike zone is the plate, the ball must be in the zone of the plate to be a strike. If it looks like the ball won’t hit the plate after the pitch, it’s a bad pitch which can be noted by the batter/team. If it’s not noted and the batter tries to hit, it’s a strike. This is where the pitcher’s spin skill comes in, and the pitcher can make a bad pitch intentionally too. A pitch is bad also if it’s too low. Side note 1: I adore pitchers a lot. The game-reading abilities that position needs are something I admire. My favorite player is a pitcher and also the reason I fell in love with pesäpallo again ❤

Pesäpallo doesn't have the out of the park thing, if the first bounce of the ball is outside the backline, it's out. I'm not familiar with the exact rules on how to advance bases in baseball, like can you advance from base 1 to 2 if the ball is caught from the air, without touching the ground. In pesäpallo if you start advancing and the ball is caught from the air you have to run to the base you were going to before the ball reaches it or you're out. If you manage to get there, then it's a caught (literally it is called 'haava' in Finnish, which translates to ‘wound/ed’, short history lesson: 'out' was called 'kill' before, so it was like the persons who were out were 'dead', and so the ones who weren't 'dead' were ‘wounded’) and you have to return to the home base.

Sometimes the players drop the ball after catching it from air so that the players stay on the bases they ran to and it's not a wound, it's a tactic. Because sometimes the players hit the ball high and try to make it a caught so that they don't need to run, and the other team drops intentionally so that they will be able to out the player next turn. Side note 2: I love the tactics and now that I’ve learned even more about pesäpallo, I enjoy it even more!

The game is divided into two periods, that each have four innings. and if you win the part you get a point - this may need demonstration: let's say team A and team B play against each other, and A wins the first period 3-1. Then the scoreboard says 1-0, and if A wins the second half, the game will end 2-0. If B wins the other period, the game is 1-1 and it can't end in a tie. So that is where the Super-inning comes in (it's called that as the league is called Superpesis), so it’s an additional one inning. If the game is still tied, they will have a special scoring contest. It's like a shootout in hockey, sort of. Five pairs from each team, other player is on the third base and other hits, trying to get the player home and get a point. If it's still tie after those pairs, then the teams choose three pairs and it’s played like that until a decision is reached. Side note 3: the team with less runs can win the game! For example, if B wins and the periods go like 4-1, 1-2 and 0-1. Previously the winner was the one with most runs, but then they decided to change it to this one.

During the defensive half, we have 9 players on the field (including the pitcher; this is the same in baseball, right?), and during offensive half we have the 9 as batters and then there are three jokers, who are additional batters.

These are the main ones that come to mind right now, there might be more too. The rules are complicated and I’m still learning too, even though I’ve been following the sport for a while. I’m not sure if I listed about the differences or if I just listed things about the game, oops. I translated most of this from my head so the text is what it is. Also these are in a very random order, but hopefully this can help! It’s been fun for me to ramble about the sport I love ❤

A CNN tweet about pesäpallo which features some info here!

Here is a website that tells about pesäpallo in English if you want to read more. There’s info about the game itself and the rules. There are also videos!!

#my knowledge about baseball was from wii sports before haha #i love to talk about this so feel free to ask questions #i'm not a professional though #i've been a fan for years though #how embarrassing it would be if i wrote something wrong #anyways i hope this is interesting to read #sharing knowledge of my obsession feels nice #also the season is starting next week and i'm excited!!#answered #pesis❤️#pesäpallo

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