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lavenoon · 9 months

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Kindled Spirits AU

Soulmate AU revamped with a Y/N <3

Basics: Soulmate bonds are 1) not necessarily romantic, 2) not a given and not always between just 2 people, 3) not necessarily reciprocal (rare, but happens) Basically soulmates are bonded via dreams - meeting within dreams, or dreaming of each other’s memories, anything in dreams is fair game Plays a year after the pizzaplex fire and given that I had the idea a good while ago none of the dlc is included in the premise, also bc this is based on an old self insert fic Y/N is extremely audhd because that I refuse to take out

Y/N has spent most of their life assuming they don’t have a soulmate, which is a relief because they’re plagued by nightmares/ stress dreams a lot. They got used to those, and when some other hazy dreams crop up later in life they don’t think much of it.

Then one night they dream of burning. An indoor playground, they stand in the middle of it, filled with hopelessness and self hatred they cant explain (the irony of Sun burning to death). They don’t feel alone though, and though they can’t see anyone else, they know someone else is there. It's both a comfort as well as agonizing, and the care for that other person is evident, despite the whole emotional cocktail. They go through the entire dream incapable of changing anything, and then wake up still feeling hot but also cold and clammy, phantom flames still licking at their skin. All while they cope with the idea that maybe they did have a soulmate, and that is now past tense.

For an entire year they go around thinking they witnessed their soulmate(s?) burning to death via dream, not telling anyone about it but carrying that guilt.

They move, and find a new job - the Pizzaplex is hiring! No one wants to be a security guard anymore after all that weird shit a year ago, so even though Y/N lacks the qualifications, they get hired. Rotating shifts, day (morning/ afternoon) and night. The first time they walk past the daycare, it flashes into flame - but no, that’s just coincidence. It’s the first indoor playground they’ve seen since then, it’s hazy dream memories worsened by guilt, it’s not the same.

Y/N befriends the daycare attendant, and the naptime attendant - they talk to Sun sometimes through the slide, and Moon usually bothers them on their security rounds. They do meet Sun first, after trying to be helpful throwing down some stray ballpit balls down the slide, and a curious Sun crawls up just to get a ball to the face. Y/N feels very bad about that, and given their lack of scripts for how to interact with animatronics, they just fall back on the scripts they already have. Sun doesn't seem to mind, so it's all good! Then one night they shout a belated "Good night!" down the slide, after the lights in the daycare have turned off, and barely avoid falling when suddenly Moon stands behind them, asking them just what they're doing. He makes his dislike of their flashlight promptly known, and then they have a menace of a shadow for their rounds.

That goes on for a couple weeks, until Sun asks them inside of the daycare to address a few concerns they could please relay to management?

And then the perspective is just undeniable. Y/N gets caught in the flashback, seeing it all burn again, and Sun startles them out of it. They don’t tell him. They can’t. But they realize that he’s been forced to work in a direct replica of the place where he burned to (temporary) death.

After that they keep trying to broach the topic of soulmates in general, but Sun and Moon are very much convinced that as animatronics they are not people, and they can’t dream anyway, so how would they have a soulmate? So silly!

Dreams and personhood are very connected in this AU - with dreams linking souls society just assumes that anyone without dreams is not a person. (Is this a societal issue for other humans who don't dream? Sure! People are people and will exclude others for any reason!)

Meanwhile Y/N starts having more dreams - they assume because now they live closer, actually met their soulmates, there’s less of a barrier to only have the super traumatic stuff make it into their dreams. In fact, they are kind of relieved that their usual nightmares are exchanged for extremely mundane “watching kids play in the daycare” or watching themself being bothered by Moon from his POV.

It’s a struggle trying to convince their soulmates that they are in fact people, while wondering if the bond is reciprocated because how would they tell? Sun and Moon can’t dream, there’s no confirmation that Y/N is their soulmate too! Lots of fear of rejection that’s holding them back here

But also some shenanigans at this time, like Y/N knowing that Moon follows them on their routes, and calling him out on it when he tries to stay hidden. He asks how they knew, and they bluntly reply “it came to me in a dream”. Moon laughs, then asks for the truth that they don’t know how to give after he rejects it so easily. They end up deflecting and he goes back to being a menace.

Also Y/N being somewhat anxious once they realize that Sun uses "friend" for many people (whenever they do see him interact with adults, which isn't often) and awkwardly ask for confirmation because oh no what if he's just being polite and they read too much into it? They almost regret it when he proves that Moon isn't the only menace and makes sure they know he considers them their friend after! Moon continues being a cat in his affections, so when Y/N asks him the same he ends up positively surprised, somewhat guilty (due to the secrets he keeps, and the danger he still believes he poses), but mostly ramps up the friendly annoying to the max

And then Y/N ends up impulsively telling Moon. He wants them to be joking - asks them to, even, to take it all back. When they refuse he reacts more in anger and accuses them of deluding themself, suggesting they need medical attention. They get angry then, too, because is he really telling them to go to a doctor after they confess something like this? It ends badly, with Y/N fleeing the scene and then avoiding both Moon and Sun for a good while.

Until Sun requests their presence about a “security issue” in the closed daycare, and Y/N goes even knowing he’ll want to talk. He’s concerned more than angry, but disbelieving all the same. Y/N’s patience is running thin when Sun, desperately, asks them just what they were dreaming about to be so convinced - what made them think they're linked to an animatronic like that? - so they tell him about the fire. They also tell him that they were telling the truth that one time with Moon. Sun (and Moon) get their own flashback, and Y/N ends up frantic, apologizing for bringing it up like that, while the boys are just terrified that

1) Y/N had to see that, experience it via dream

and 2) just what else could they have seen?

Moon in particular is terrified - he approaches them a bit later, asking about other dreams they might’ve had. Even says “they would have been nightmares”. He assumes that Y/N must have witnessed the virus induced murders and has no idea how to assure them that he’s not that, after he reacted in so much anger at their initial confession. His concern doesn’t really lessen, and more shifts upon being told that “I wouldn’t know, all my dreams are nightmares anyway”.

Mostly themed around growing closer after that, and working around “we don’t need to dream of you to know we like you, and we do!” as well as uncovering the past trauma Sun and Moon have gone through (and are going through, still trapped in the same building in a replica of where they burned).

Also Sun and Moon struggling to accept their personhood because if they’re people, then they are traumatized and were (and are being) mistreated for a long time, and that’s also hard to come to terms with. Some thoughts towards animatronic emancipation though I never got that far in the fic, so mostly comfort and slice of life as they work around the little bump in the road of their soulmate bond. Y/N opening up about their own dreams, and why it's so difficult to say they had any nightmares based on Sun and Moon's experience before the literal death experience not just breaking the ice but rather melting it at record speed

Would remain platonic/ ambiguous because it was very important to me that soulmates aren't necessarily romantic, and they all have bigger fish to fry than whether or not they'd like to go on dates - given that that's hardly an option while Sun and Moon cannot leave the Plex. The reassurance and relationship beyond the bond actually is the most important part, with Y/N admitting to both Sun and Moon and also themself that they enjoy having them as soulmates, of course! But they'd be friends with or without those dreams, given that Y/N initially approached them both before they even realized. Which is also a relief, because Sun and Moon do feel bad over not being able to confirm that it's reciprocated - they feel like it is, they want it to be (and isn't that the most important part?)! But they don't know. And that's okay - because they found each other, dreams or not, and they won't lose that <3

This is as much as I have right now, and as much as it'll stay for the time being! Enjoy <3

#post let luce #dcamv #kindled spirits #lmao have fun reading this whole thing is 1.7K words #and i mean. the doodles #speaking of.#my art #you can see the aroace (?) jumped out when I tried to make a soulmate AU I could stomach #needed to doodle something yesterday and just. kept thinking abt my year old abandoned self insert fic hfjdks #from before i even joined the public fandom too #felt like it'd be fun though #soulmate aus *are* fun but I also like looking at complications in them #so I made them hurt (:#a little. bc its me. so we get comfort #anyways yes #new au! enjoy! <3

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zukkaoru · 2 months

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the perfect genius of our hands and mouths

“Chuuya, I’m bored, I need y— What are you doing?!” Dazai exclaims, aghast. Chuuya smiles to themself, because Dazai may take pleasure in riling up Chuuya, but Chuuya knows Dazai well enough to push his buttons just the same. “What do you mean?” Chuuya asks innocently. They spare only a split-second glance up towards Dazai, who is still standing in the doorway, scandalized by the sight before him. “You’re—!” Dazai splutters. He slams the door behind him, then marches over to Chuuya. Chuuya watches, amused. They blow on their nails as Dazai picks up the bottle of black nail polish from their desk. “Where did you get this?!”

or: chuuya starts wearing nail polish and dazai can't be normal about it

💅 7.8k words || teenage soukoku 💅 written for @skkbigbang-2023 with art by @pyro-for-president

#skk #bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #i need you all to know i started this fic in early june and literally just titled it YESTERDAY #the doc it's in is still called 5 million chuuya thoughts #anyway yayyyy this was the second nb chuuya fic i started and now it's like. the ninth fic i've posted to the tag sdfdgfhgjhk #grace's writing tag

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lotus-pear · 4 months

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actually tearing my hair out bc i sat down to review my fic today since i’m getting close to the publication date (i think i should mention that i write in first person for the initial draft because it goes smoother during the writing process since i’m literally just projecting what’s in my head onto the screen and then go back to change it to third person later) BUT AS I WAS GOING THROUGH THE CHAPTERS IT SOUNDED SO GOOD IN FIRST PEROSN POV :((((((((( but reading fp is kinda cringe imo so i tend to avoid it for the final draft but like AUGH IDK i’m in a dilemma I NEED HELP DECIDING

#writers come forward i need pov tips. like reader preferences and when you should use 1st or 3rd😔💔#your girl doesn’t know SHIT abt writing fics since i was cast headlong into this without a clue of how to write narrative stories #on the other note! my friend is doing very well w the drawings she’s finished abt ten characters :)#i made her do the easy ones first like dazai and akutagawa so she didn’t have to worry abt details #taught her abt subsurface scattering yesterday and she’s doing pretty good i must say. i was genuinely surprised #anywya i think it’s unfair that i help her w anatomy or wtv but she just leaves me to drown here. toxic relationship but wtv ig

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alrightbuckaroo · 20 days

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Happy Sunday, everyone! Thanks to the ever lovely @heartstringsduet, @honeybee-taskforce, @paperstorm, @strandnreyes, and @three-drink-amy for the tags. Here's something from the Time Loop AU in which Carlos comes across a face that's both familiar and not familiar at all:

As he’s opening the door to the coffee shop, he almost makes impact with a man trying to leave through the same set of doors. Carlos only needs to take one look at the red knit scarf to know who it is.

“Oh,” Beau’s gravelly voice is almost like a welcomed tune. He pushes himself back from the door, giving Carlos room to walk in. “Excuse me.”

Carlos smiles and is just about to greet Beau before realizing that he technically hasn’t met him. Beau’s unaware of who he is.

Carlos mutters a, “Thanks,” before walking through the open door and letting Beau go on his way. He feels somewhat melancholic, almost like he’s lost a confidant.

Overall, he finds it strange, missing someone he’s never met.

No pressure tagging: @ambiguouspenny, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise, @carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @freneticfloetry, @herefortarlos, @irispurpurea, @kiloskywalker, @lightningboltreader, @louis-ii-reyes-strand, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @nancygillianmvp, @never-blooms, @orchidscript, @reyesstrand, @rosedavid, @rmd-writes, @safeaswrites, @sznofthesticks, @sanjuwrites, @theghostofashton, @vineofroses, @welcometololaland and here's an open tag for anyone that wants to share :)

#i want to write another time loop au already i need to CALM down! let's get this one finished first girlie 😭#anyways i hope you all like beau as much as i (and carlos) do <3 #fic: love can pull you out of yesterday #seven sentence sunday

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rubra-wav · 1 month

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I know your read are closed, so you can delete this if you want or save for later but what about Vox x reader who is INCREDIBLY similar to him

-🦋anon

(Yes it is and official now. You also got me into Vox and I love him and his toxicity<3)

[ Entry #11 ] Vox with a reader who's incredibly similar to him

A/N Split into 2 parts because I have different thoughts on this one 🙏

Also some of these go into different posts I've made with headcanons and posts I'm gonna make atsp so yeah.

I strongly believe that option 2 is the best type of partner for someone like Vox.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, this is written with romantic relationships with him in mind but platonic in section 2 would also really work ngl

Someone exactly like him

- Exactly like him?

- He would actually hate you straight up.

- That's not in a self depreciating Vox actually hates himself way either-

- He wants constant power and control over everything and everyone.

- So someone trying to do the same? That would piss him off and honestly just make him try fight you into submission.

- Because if you're exactly like him, you would be trying to do the same to everyone, including him.

- I also get the sense that he wouldn't like someone like himself because dude needs to feel individual and special or his ego shatters to a million pieces lmao.

- So someone who's got the exact same personality, mask, motivations, even issues as him is an instant fuck no.

- He's very likely got a pathological fear of being replaced due to being an older tech demon (constantly trying to change his parts to be new and the best there is), so someone who's exactly like him, as maladaptive and parasitic to everything and everyone is instantly going to have him feeling threatened.

- May even try to pull a 'there can only be one' and possibly try to take you out over that. Especially if you're gaining notoriety at all.

- If you're just some random, he will probably just scoff and hypnotise you to stay tf away from him. May also try to shackle you into a contract under him because it gets his sadistic ass off to exercise power over those he deems a potential threat.

- The thing about being fake is also that fake usually knows fake. Shitty people see other shitty people. Especially when that shittiness is similar, let alone the same.

- He would be able to see through your shit, and you would likely be able to see through his too which would terrify him.

- He has his mask of perfection over his mask of being a total asshole to stave off anyone who scratches below the surface, and that sits over the actually vulnerable person he is under everything.

- So you being able to see that he's fake is instantly going to have him gunning to take you out or silence you in some way.

- Not to mention, he doesn't want to see his own flaws as being flaws. He needs to be seen as perfect (both by others but also himself) and deludes himself into thinking he's a God amongst men just waiting to become even more powerful then he already is.

- So having someone who is an exact mirror of not only his false presentation he puts out but also every single terrible, shameful thing about him?

- That would be absolutely chilling for him.

- I also say this because someone who's the exact same as him wouldn't want to change or better themselves at all either. I'll elaborate on why I mention this in the next section.

Someone who is like him but not an exact copy of him / or who was exactly like him but is recovered

- I think that a lot of the above would still apply, however, it would be less to the point that you would actually be an extremely desirable partner for him.

- In the beginning he'd absolutely still see you as a threat and try to avoid you/bring you down to a lesser position of power then him.

- But if you manage to get him over that with you?

- Yeah he's gonna be into a relationship with you.

- Vox needs a partner who can push him to change, to actually love him properly, but also satisfy his need to fight/ feel like he needs to win in the relationship and actually fight back against him on an equal playing field.

- A partner who's gunning for control and power but like. To a less extreme point, then what he goes at with devaluing the other person completely in that process would be something he's into.

- It's extremely entertaining to him to have rivalry in a partner, so if you are also publicly at odds with one another on the outside?

- Yeah, he's gonna be going crazy about it.

- Even better if he's losing the public rivalry.

- He will complain like an absolute bitch but the more you take his power - perceived or not - over you and your actions away from him, the more you're going to ease him into trying to mend his bs.

- Again, equal playing field is what's important. If he doesn't see his partner as an inherent equal then that's gonna be bad for obvious reasons, you being alike to him in several ways would level that more/make it easier to level.

- Also its good because if you've already managed your own similar/ former same behaviours, then you already have an idea of what direction and buttons to push with him to get him doing better.

- You would have a better chance at easing him into recovery to actually change rather then the chance that he'll pretend to change to manipulate you, or that he'll just push back out of spite because it feels like you're trying to control him.

- It's not all the same dealing with more complicated bad behaviour, of course, but it does certainly give you more of an idea of what will work as to what won't that other partners who are unlike him wouldn't have.

I kinda went more analysis here then overall warmth/drabble - sorry if that's what you more wanted 😭 I was just very excited to analyse this idea.

Masterlist

#vox #hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x reader #I've gotta make the post analysing his relationships at some point so the 'needing to fight his partner in the relationship' point makes -#sense omg.#But yeah #I strongly believe a partner who's exactly like the second point and also his rival would literally be perfect for him.#There's also situations like the Troll!reader fic I wrote that I think would work out really well as a partner for him.#🦋 anon #i meant to get this one out yesterday but i overestimated my time to work on this

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kakushigotofanclub · 2 months

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#i need to know.#for science.#(or a crack fic i’m thinking of writing)#hc that obanai and sanemi are both so freaked out by muichiro and giyuu they bully them because they’re scared of them #‘dude today giyuu just stood outside in the rain not moving for TWO HOURS i swear i timed it’#‘yesterday muichiro walked into the room and stared at me for like five minutes and then just left without saying anything’#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #muichiro tokito #tokito muichiro

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b4kuch1n · 3 months

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took a mock ielts test today

#bakuspeech #honestly can not estimate how well I did with written competencies at All they could give me a goose egg and I'd be like. harsh but fair #but the speaking test was SO funny. bc I had to sit there and pretend like I didn't learn english from using tumblr for a decade #and. well. from writing anime fics. and [redacted] fics #so yeah yesterday and today's been dedicated to lunar new year stuff and mock test prep #as in. trying to remember the things I needed to bring to the exam room. which I did forget at home btw. good thing I went two hours #earlier than I shouldve #taking one single formalized aptitude test like ah yeah . this is why I'm not in school no more #twelve years of french to beat language aptitude testing into my very bones and five years out its all already a big open beautiful void #how did I manage that C1. they were 100% taking pity on me #anyways. I think Im good to sleep now. just figured a thing out excited to see it take shape properly #alright have a good night lads. enjoy uhhh words I guess. nice shoelaces u got there

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skoulsons · 11 months

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“You’re up early.”

She was, and the only reason for that was because Joel was way too loud making his coffee and getting out the pans to cook breakfast for her before he left for patrol.

Joel was never loud, especially never loud enough to wake her.

“I heard you,” she mumbled, trudging over to the kitchen still wrapped in a blanket. She pulled a chair from their table out, facing him at the stove. “Everything okay?”

He nodded.

Everything wasn’t. He dreamed she died. It was a montage of every time it’s ever crossed his mind. Her in that bloody grass. Her skin ravished by an infected child in an abandoned van. Her face ripped apart while trapped underneath Sam. Her body, cold and pale on an operating table. Her, her, her.

Every single one played clear as day in his dreams, tormenting him with every possibility his my mind could conjure.

“Joel-“

“Nightmares. ‘S’all it was.”

“Okay…” she started, rising from the chair. “You always have me talk about mine, so…” Ellie approached the countertop opposite of him, jumping up and sitting atop it, her dangling feet hitting the lower cupboards

He hesitated before turning to her, eyes locking with hers as he sighed.

She was right. She didn’t always go into detail, he didn’t need her to, but he wanted her to release them somehow; and at night when she clings to him immediately afterward, that’s when it’s the easiest. And when she can’t talk to him, she writes or sketches them down when words can’t- don’t suffice. Anything that keeps her from compartmentalizing how they make her feel or what they make her think.

But Joel. He’s always the one to take care of her that he’s never had an out or a way to talk or feel them in a healthy manner, not like he tries to give her. Ellie tries to get him to verbalize something, but Joel is a damn brick wall when it comes to directly talking about his feelings, so it never goes anywhere.

But when it’s 5am and there’s the tiniest glint of sunlight that starts to rise and offers a faint, glowing light to their kitchen as they’re full of sleep and still in the midst of navigating these feelings, it’s easier to talk. They’re more malleable.

“It was you…” he started, doing some lazy hand motions to try and convey the word he desperately did not want to say alongside her name. “Repeatedly. Different scenarios just…over and over again.”

Her eyes went soft, understanding in a way that only they could understand.

She had the same ones. He knew.

“Figured I’d make you breakfast now and leave it in the fridge for you to heat up later so I could get a head start on patrol and… try to forget about it all.”

Joel cleared his throat, kicking up imaginary dust off the tile floor as she watched him.

Ellie reached her hand out and made grabby motions with her fingers. Joel noticed, a light, sleepy chuckle escaping his lips as he stepped towards her, both her hands holding onto his one. He stood beside her, their hands falling against her knees.

She rubbed her thumb over his hand. “Are you okay?”

He smiled. He knew that meant a plethora of other questions that they didn’t have time to cover. “I’ll be alright, Ellie.”

She nodded her head, still rubbing her thumbs across his hand. “I know. Just… wanted to check up on you.”

“And I…” he started, leaning over to kiss the hair above her ear, “am happy you do.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder as he brought his other hand in, covering all three of theirs and squeezing tightly.

“Since you’re up, how about helping me with breakfast? Wouldn’t turn down your old man, would you?”

She smiled, tapping her feet against the cupboards. She squeezed his hands and kissed his cheek briefly before jumping off the counter. “Can’t say I didn’t think about it… but,” she said, opening the fridge door. “Not for the world.”

#this is #TERRIBLE #this started out semi good and then it got bad #cringe fluff anyway don’t look at me #but im dying a slow and painful death #*allergies*#so give me grace 😭#I thought about something like this in the shower #and it wouldn’t leave my brain #I read z’s sad fic yesterday I needed something to cheer me up #anyway.#yeah.#gonna go take nyquil and pass out #bc my eyes look like I’ve been crying for eight hours and my nose is running and my head hurts and my ears won’t pop and im coughing #and im sneezing and I sound like a dying horse!!!#the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #L writes

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scionshtola · 16 days

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i think the hardest thing for me to do while writing is write a “bad” first draft. i know things can be fixed later but i also need what i write to express the exact thing im trying to convey in the way i want to convey it before i move on

#this is why i could never write 2k words in one day ahdhdjsk #this post brought to you by me writing a sentence that technically conveys what i want but not in the way i want to convey it #(the sentence is bad. but it sure says things.)#i need a text post tag #i need to do real work but all i’m thinking about is how i finally figured out a thread in this fic and i want to get to the end but to do #that i have to set it up first or it doesn’t matter!! augh #btw i was correct the other day that finishing a fic would #make me more productive at work. i did more yesterday than i have in like 2 weeks

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sepulchritude · 1 year

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Here’s a little DN dialogue I wrote that I don’t intend to turn into a whole fic. Set in a world where Light and L remain handcuffed together for some time after Light regains his memories:

Light, in the middle of discussing some aspect of the case: After Kira is caught and executed—

L: You think he deserves that?

Light, caught off guard: Of course Kira deserves execution. He has killed thousands of people. (What is this, a trick?)

L: Hmm. Admittedly this is something I have thought about quite a bit. If we put Kira to death for his crimes, are we not sinking to his level?

[A small smile quirks at his lips. He is clearly just fucking with Light at this point.]

Light, thinking furiously: (If I agree with him I’ll look suspicious and we both know it. Does he get a kick out of making me argue that I deserve the death penalty? Does he think that will make me balk?)

Light: Kira isn’t just some petty criminal, he has single-handedly killed more people than any human in history. If he doesn’t deserve death, who does?

[Light’s words echo back to himself, unbidden: If I don’t deserve death, who does?]

L: Is that what Light believes, or what Kira believes?

Light, rolling his eyes: Obviously we don’t know what Kira believes. Who knows what goes on inside a mass murderer’s head?

L: Humor me. Do you think Kira believes he deserves capital punishment?

[Light is silent for several minutes.]

Light: I think Kira is smart enough to know that if he truly succeeds, he will be the last rotten soul left in the world. If Kira is who he claims to be, there is only one thing he would do at that point.

[L is struck silent for a long moment. This is clearly not the answer he expected to receive. He is no longer smiling.]

L: I don’t understand your logic. Kira does not strike me as the kind of man who would simply… stop.

Light: Well, that’s because Kira’s job will never be over, will it? There will always be those who set out to hurt others. But you asked if I think Kira believes he deserves to die for his crimes… I think he does. He wouldn’t be Kira if he didn’t.

[L is disconcerted. He doesn’t like this answer, but he doesn’t disagree either.]

L: You asked earlier who would deserve death if Kira doesn’t. There is in fact a growing movement of people who believe the death penalty is wrong in all cases. That no judge or jury should have the authority to sanction another’s death, and that there are other ways to punish or rehabilitate criminals.

[Light scoffs.]

L: Yes, that was my initial reaction as well. The terrible things I’ve seen humans do to each other… It seems hopelessly naive to say that death is never justified, or that anyone can be rehabilitated. But just between you and me, as friends, I admit that the thought has stuck with me ever since I heard it.

Light, disbelieving: You aren’t serious.

L: Maybe. But think about it with me. How would it work? What would it take, and how would one measure their success? Kira would be an excellent test of the theory, don’t you think? If Kira could be rehabilitated, it would make a compelling argument for those whose crimes are lesser than his.

L: Who knows, the theory might even interest Kira himself. His sense of justice, skewed though it is, is incredibly strong.

Light, surprised: You sound like you’ve been thinking about this a lot.

L, almost equally surprised: Yes, I suppose I have. I hadn’t realized it until now. Beyond all of that, I think the attempt could be… interesting.

[Unbeknownst to L, a shinigami’s ears prick. Interesting you say?]

L: Of course, it’s not all about naive belief in human goodness, either. I’ll be the first to admit my disgust with criminals who, upon sensing they are about to be brought to justice, opt to end their own lives instead. As for Kira… I don’t think he should get to simply die at the end of this and leave the cleanup to the rest of us.

L, clearing his throat: And, I think Kira should have a greater desire to live. Even he has people who would be saddened by his death.

Light, feigning tired exasperation: Stop talking to me like I’m Kira.

[The words are a matter of habit at this point. They go unremarked upon.]

Light: …It was a thought experiment. I’m not Kira, and you don’t have to worry about me killing myself.

[L hums in acknowledgment, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.]

L: When I catch Kira, I think I’d like to discuss the idea with him. It would be a shame to let someone as sharp as him go to waste.

[It is an offer, and they both know it. The sincerity of it is uncertain to Light, possibly even to L himself.]

[Light finds himself on unsteady footing. Their game has changed once again, and the endings he has prepared for are suddenly called into question. There isn’t room to discuss it further, not with the layers of pretense between them.]

Light agrees: When we catch Kira.

[If there is a hint of a challenge hidden in his voice, only the two of them hear it.]

#remainder of the dialogue is under the cut #light: you want to debate whether i deserve the death penalty? joke’s on you; i already know i do #L: wait no #they just compel me so #i wrote most of this ages ago and only started cleaning it up to post yesterday #i like it! i just don’t feel like i need to turn it into an entire fic #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #sepulchritudinous #writing

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electronic-elevator · 5 months

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so I had a couple-hour drive today and would be arriving home to an empty house. so of course I was like. 👀 not going to NOT hold my pee

now like, I didn't think it was going to get too bad. I'd used the bathroom just before leaving, right? plan A was to play with myself until I had an accident

except. in about an hour. I was already in a bad way. I wasn't going to just waste the opportunity — after all, like I said, I'd be the only one home. If I had an actual accident in the car, well, whatever; I could clean it tomorrow. Plan B became "okay, well, it's going to be dark out either way. what if I wet myself outside? I've never done that and always wanted to." I figured I'd go up on my deck and do it there, giving me enough cover to be hidden even if a car drives by.

now, at the time, I might've called this "desperate." it was bad enough that I could roll my hips forward and feel that rush like I'd pushed down on my bladder. I pushed until I leaked, just to feel it.

luckily, I did NOT drain my water like I briefly considered, because it just got worse. I kept checking the GPS every two minutes like there was going to be some new, faster route opened up midway through. I was unable to pay nearly as much attention to Ｄistractible as they deserve.

and the thing is, though the once-fringe idea that I might have an actual accident was becoming more likely, I have literally never had a real accident. I'm plagued by an iron bladder, and somewhere between 40 and 20 minutes out, this starts turning to pain. and this is desperation -- it's not not pleasurable, because I do have a masochistic streak, but it hurts. I'm in a cold sweat. I've got a death grip on the steering wheel. I can't flirt with leaks anymore; I'm locked up tight because there's not enough of my attention to focus both on driving and relaxing. Plan C: I'll wet right outside my car. It's going to be dark, and it's unlikely that someone else is going to be around for those few minutes, and frankly? Fuck it. Who cares.

Past the 20 minute mark, I begin briefly but repeatedly considering Plan D (pulling over and wetting on the side of the road, then driving home like that). This would not be particularly safe, though, on a dark back road, and I quickly run out of back road and end up in town, where it would be perhaps indecent.

10 minutes out, I'm swearing under my breath. Genuinely, this is probably "driving impaired." I'm having genuine trouble focusing on the road. I normally would NOT do something like this, but again, I had NO IDEA I was going to get this desperate. I thought I'd arrive home with an urgent but completely manageable need, and now I'm clutching onto the handle above the door and praying for only green lights. I start to wonder if I'm going to leak, for real, which would be incredible. I can't sit still, but my squirming is super constrained because everything is locked up so tightly. I'm driving as carefully as I possibly can to avoid any startles or slowdowns caused by me being an idiot.

Then, though, I turn onto my road, and see not one, not two, but SEVERAL CARS of people. Somewhere in the recesses of my memory, the knowledge that my neighbor had a bunch of people over for the holiday when I'd left yesterday resurfaced. They were apparently still here, plus two cars at the (closed; they're security. there's usually only one, and only occasionally) business across the street. Lights on, running, clearly full of people. I cannot, or should not, wet myself in front of them.

I literally could not stand up straight. I grabbed my keys only and stumbled into the house -- and I honestly wish I could've just wet myself there, but again: things get locked up pretty tightly for me. So, ignoring the poor cats, I move as fast as I can (which is not fast) to the bathroom and stumble into the shower to finally piss. I can't turn the lights on, because the window shade is up, and so the neighbors could see in if I did.

and the PROBLEM is it didn't feel as fucking amazing as it should because I'd waited too long... but this was my first pants wetting in quite a while and I did enjoy it

Epilogue: Since the piss wasn't as satisfying, and bc I hadn't jacked it in a couple days ig, I was still horny af so (after an awkward half-clothed rinse off and actually carrying my shit inside and saying hi to the cats) I fucked myself with two (2) dildos and a vibrator until I came so much it looked like I pissed on the pad below me.

#mine #omorashi #IRL #I'm having celebratory pizza now (well. it's baking)

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mamawasatesttube · 5 months

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i think it's fucked up that being sad can make you really tired all the time but you still have stuff you have to do AND stuff you want to do but absolutely no energy for either. please i have finals this week (today and tomorrow) and i wanna write so bad but actually i am going to take a nap now. thanks

#rimi talks #ch2 of androecia is rotating in my mind #and i kind of want to post ch1 of core four space fic soon bc that might motivate me to keep working on it #ill finish halloween and sex pollen fics first though i don't like having so many unfinished wips ongoing #but also im so tired. i am so tired #the funeral was yesterday and somehow i had to finish a term paper due at midnight last night after. bruh im so TIRED #i need a marketable kon-el plushie that i can squeeze to cope with the stress and the agonies #also sorry to the asks i haven't answered yet ive just been. well. tired

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jichanxo · 6 days

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sunday six :D

taking the initiative for a change.... so i'm going to boop @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @skysquid22 @overdevelopedglasses

chipping away at sensei fic this week! here's kitakata and yagami making out lol excuse my bluntness... don't feel obligated to read if you're not into that o7

Yagami reached for Kitakata’s arm, found his hand, and guided it to his hip. Yagami pulled away from the kiss.

“Touch me, would you?”

Kitakata’s breath was warm on his lips. “Where would you like it?”

“Figure it out yourself.” He said and kissed him again. Kitakata didn’t seem to complain. His fingers slipped under the hem of Yagami’s shirt, meeting skin. He touched along the base of his spine, and Yagami couldn’t suppress the slight shiver that went through him. He could only imagine how gratifying this was for Kitakata. Hell, just seeing Yagami checking him out probably made his whole week, now this. He’d never be able to stop him from flirting now.

Yagami leaned into Kitakata’s hold, into his mouth, against that eager tongue. He was about to make Kitakata’s whole damn year.

#jichanmakes #sunday six #good evening kuwagami nation #excuse my eagerness i've been sitting on this snippet for days #funnily enough an accidental pair with the last sunday six i posted #feels like i'm starting to make a bit more progress thank goodness #i've been needing to go over this scene for a long time and i finally did!#unlike my last sunday six this one is basically all new writing #the “make his week/year” thing was from the previous version of this scene and that's about it #for reference they first kiss at.... page 16 of my doc #and this is after the second kiss (unless i make drastic changes) and it's on.... page 44. lol #i know that doesn't say a whole lot since font size but yknow. just for reference as to how i'm going #not used to working on anything that's not a short oneshot so it's been an experience for sure #excuse my waffling i just can't stop yapping about sensei fic #four-white-trees can you just pretend you didn't get sent this whole scene yesterday? great wonderful thank you

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