#I wrote this as platonic but it can be romantic idc

[thetomorrowshow]

burn a light between

hello all! welcome to this team rancher fic requested by @flyingfish1234 who said:

Oh, yes! I was just wondering if you could write something with either chronic pain as a main point or something. Maybe something double life but idk? Team rancher?

here we are fish my beloved!! this has been crossposted on my ao3 - TheYesterdayShow.

title is from Speedway by Cedar Sigo.

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Tango thinks he hides his trepidation well when he wakes up at spawn, Jimmy stirring beside him. He bemoans his mistake, apologizes, agrees to go with Jimmy’s plan.

When Jimmy leaves to see if he can regather his stuff, Tango buries his face in his palms, takes a shaky breath.

No wonder he’d been attacked by all those mobs. No wonder that creeper had turned up out of nowhere. No wonder he’s the first one yellow.

He’s soulbound to the Canary.

He hadn’t realized it until he discovered his soulmate, but he’d wanted it to be anyone but Jimmy. He’d wanted Grian, really, as crazy as the man was—or Impulse, someone he knows well and is decent at surviving. Heck, he’d even have been fine with Scott or BigB, despite barely knowing them—and when it comes down to it, even Scar has a better track record of survival than Jimmy does.

There’s nothing he can do, though. He’s stuck with Jimmy, as much as he doesn’t want to be. And he really doesn’t want to be.

But it’s forcibly him and Jimmy against the world, so Tango gets to gathering materials for their base and tools. His life depends on keeping Jimmy alive, impossible as it seems.

He’s barely cut down a single tree when his knee gives out from under him. He hisses at the pain—it’s not too bad, not like anything that had actually happened to him, but Jimmy must have tripped or something and banged his knee.

Tango balances himself against a tree, takes in a breath. When he feels like he can put weight on his left leg again, he does—but it doesn’t stop hurting. It aches, occasionally stabbing through with pain sharper than he would expect from a single fall. Maybe Jimmy tripped again?

Tango can handle a little pain. He’s died before, he’s been injured before. He grits his teeth and gets back to work, pausing every now and then just to breathe through it. Jimmy must have seriously messed up his knee doing whatever he did. Just more reason to get a hut built. Maybe Tango can convince him to just stay inside for the entire death game, where the only pain will be once-in-a-while singed fingers from poking at the fireplace.

Aw, who’s he kidding? Tango’s stuck with the Canary, of all people. Even if Jimmy stays inside, it’ll leave Tango with some cursed obligation to get them killed, and then they’ll be on Red and who even knows if they’ll be able to keep a lid on the bloodthirst enough to be conscious of their fragility. Tango’s never really interacted much with a Red Jimmy, but he’s probably even more reckless and danger-inducing than usual.

His knee throbs again and Tango bites his tongue accidentally, then curses at the taste of blood. Jimmy will have felt that. Which, now that he thinks of it, is kind of embarrassing. Someone he barely knows is right now aware that Tango just accidentally bit his tongue. That’s stupid. This whole soulmates thing is stupid.

There’s nothing he can do about that, though. There’s nothing he can do about any of this. So Tango goes back to ignoring the pain pulsing out from his knee and continues gathering supplies for their home.

-

Tango’s building a cow pen when he realizes that he can’t feel his left hand.

He pauses, wipes away the sweat that’s dripping into his eyes, then tugs off his rough leather glove with his teeth (his right hand still holding the fence post in place). At first he doesn’t see any noticeable difference. It looks like his hand, he observes as he turns it back and forth, normal, just slightly buzzing and—is it swollen?

He didn’t think he’d been working for too long, and he doesn’t remember pinching a nerve—and pinching a nerve, while it would explain the numbness and buzzing, does not explain swelling. He holds the fence post with his knees, awkwardly half-squatting to keep it in place (his left knee still aches which doesn’t make that any easier) and pulls off his other glove to compare his hands.

Yep, his left hand is definitely swollen—skin reddened and splotchy in comparison to the right, and the lines of his knuckles are just slightly farther apart on the left. He tries to bend the fingers of his left hand, finds them stiff and reluctant to move.

That can’t be right. Tango’s built dozens—if not hundreds—of bases and farms in his life, and he’s never seen anything like this happen from the exertion of the task. The longer he stares, the more the numbness gives way to a slow aching pain spreading through his entire left hand.

What on earth—

Right. Jimmy.

Jimmy’s out doing something—looking for a horn, maybe?—and he must’ve, like, dropped a cobblestone on his hand or whatever. Not that Tango can come up with any reason as to why that might have occurred.

He flexes his fingers again, watches as the movement meets even more resistance than before. This sucks. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to grip anything with his left hand at this rate, and he doesn’t even know why.

It hurts more, now, in an almost tingling way, like brushing a collection of needles across his palm. Jimmy’s got to be doing something idiotic—but there’s nothing he can do about it on his end, except growl in frustration and slap some ice on the offending hand. Which he does, even though it only helps marginally. It at least brings it closer back to the numb state it had started with, so after ten minutes of icing, tapping his foot impatiently as he sits on the steps that lead into their shack, Tango ties the ice onto his still-sore knee and returns to work.

As soon as Jimmy gets back, Tango isn’t letting him out of his sight until he figures out what he’s been doing to injure himself in such inconvenient ways.

-

When Tango wakes up in the morning, it’s not just his hand and knee that are bothering him (though they still are). It’s also his hip—and it hurts. A lot.

He gasps a little when it shifts, grinding against the joint, as he tries to sit up. Usually Tango would chalk that up to age and not staying young forever, but he hadn’t felt any sort of warning that this was coming. His joints ache now and again, but it’s always achiness that vanishes quickly and only bothers him when it’s cold out, and that is not what this is. This is bad. This is worse than anything so far in this game. This is—well, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say this is his hip dislocated.

It’s not—he can move it well enough, he can feel his leg below it just fine, but it hurts so terribly that it has to be something bad, doesn’t it? He doesn’t remember sustaining an injury, but he must have for something this awful.

Tango does his best to work around it for now, rolling out of bed and limping to where he’d thrown his clothes the previous night. They need to get some sheep, get a change of clothes spun. It’s been a couple of days, and despite the cleanse of the respawn, his usual outfit is becoming a bit ripe.

His hip screams at him, and he only gets his shirt pulled over his head before he has to stop and check it over, probing figures searching for the injury.

There’s nothing.

The fingers of his left hand pulse from where he’s grabbing his leg, and he watches as they turn red and begin to swell again.

Right. Soulmates. Jimmy.

A quick glance around the shack tells him Jimmy’s not here. He must’ve already headed out for the morning—something that worries Tango, mostly because of the pain that’s sure to be coming his way.

But he also kinda just wants Jimmy to be okay.

He hadn’t known Jimmy but by reputation, and it’s so terribly strange actually living with the Canary. But . . . not in the way he’d expected.

Jimmy jokes around and gives Tango praise for the bare minimum and always has a smile. He’s really a nice guy when it comes down to it, and Tango’s genuinely a bit surprised that he hadn’t known that before. Everyone who had teamed up with him in the past only proclaimed his faults.

What’s probably the most gut-wrenching to learn about Jimmy is that he cares. Jimmy cares a lot—he takes the time to name each of their cows, he insists on carrying Tango through the door of their house bridal style when it’s first complete, he extends offers of friendship and trust to anyone he meets. Just yesterday, Tango watched him cradle an armful of chicks on his knees, pure adoration beaming from his face, as if it was the first time he’d even seen a baby chicken.

Tango can’t imagine how much it must have hurt for Jimmy’s former allies and friends to loudly shout his mistakes and ignore everything great about him. Tango’s not even known him for a week and he’s already coming to terms with the fact that Jimmy is more than his legend, is more than what everyone says. Jimmy’s a person, a kind if often misguided person, and Tango definitely still doesn’t want to be soulbound to him but he can at least show him the same kindness.

Jimmy’s a good friend. He deserves some happiness.

That doesn’t excuse all the hurt he’s causing Tango.

Jimmy may be a good friend, but he’s a terrible soulmate. He keeps getting hurt in some stupid way, leaving Tango to limp across their one room hut to the furnace just to try and warm up his terribly aching body. Not that it’ll help much, knowing that it’s Jimmy’s pain and not his own.

Now, he is a little bitter over it. He grumbles a few curses under his breath as he stretches, trying to pop the joints of his left knee and hip as if it’ll ease the pain. He massages the three main points of pain as well, his response to pain so deeply ingrained that he can’t help but try to soothe it, even if it isn’t his own. He’s not sure where Jimmy is right now, but he is sure that there’s no way the man is walking.

Maybe it’s Tango’s responsibility as his soulmate to go find him. Then again, maybe it’s Jimmy’s responsibility as Tango’s soulmate to be more careful about his health.

There’s nothing he can say for it now. Jimmy’s out and about getting injured, so Tango ought to get that farm started that they’d discussed last night. He takes another moment to just breathe, the pain settling into more of a pulsing ache, then hobbles out of the house, more than a little unhappy with Jimmy.

He doesn’t see Jimmy all day. All day, he continues to hurt.

-

It’s still dark out when Tango wakes, an agonized moan escaping his lips.

He can’t move. The entire left side of his body radiates with fire, from his jaw to his toes, leeching any coolness from the right side and leaving him sweaty under the blankets he can’t move to get out from under.

It hurts, it hurts so much worse than Tango could have ever imagined, it feels like axes splitting open the skin of his side and fishing hooks caught in his knee and white-hot razors along his arm and hand and back and gravel in his hip and a porcupine nestling his foot. Everything hurts so, so bad, and it’s everything Tango can do not to burst into tears as a choked cry squeezes past his clenched teeth.

“Oh—Tango! Did I wake you up?”

Someone’s speaking to him, he doesn’t know who so he can’t tell them what’s wrong, that’s just common sense, can’t be seen as weak on this world—

But there’s something right about their voice, something that, deep down past all the layers of torment, pulls at his soul.

Jimmy.

“Hurts,” Tango manages to wheeze, and there’s a moment of nothing but suffering before there’s a soft glow beside him and he focuses on Jimmy’s clear brown eyes, his brow wrinkled in concern.

“Oh, gosh, you’re all sweaty,” Jimmy murmurs. “Do you want the blanket off?”

Tango nods, gasps when it sends shooting pain up his jaw. Blurrily, he sees Jimmy slowly pull himself up from his knees by gripping the side of the bed, then place his lantern down.

Moments later, gentle hands are tugging the blanket off of him, wrapping it up into a ball at the foot of the bed. Tango takes a shuddering breath, cursing raspily when he feels a tear trickle down his temple.

“Oh, gosh. Oh, geez,” Jimmy mutters from somewhere beside him, then there’s a large hand shifting under his right shoulder, another holding his right hand. “I’m about to help you sit up, all right? It helps, I promise.”

Tango nods almost imperceptibly. He’s practically lying in a puddle of his own sweat, and despite the terrifying pain crashing wave after wave into his body, he feels as if he might be more in control while sitting up.

Jimmy counts to three, then heaves him up so quickly Tango’s almost too shocked to feel anything. Almost.

Because as soon as he’s sitting up, all of the worst spots—his hand, hip, knee, jaw, foot—scream at him in one huge burst. His right hand somehow finds his pants to grip hard, reassurance that he’s here, he still exists, even when his world feels like nothing but endless shards of glass being hurled at him.

It takes Tango too long to realize that Jimmy’s sat beside him on the bed, both arms clutched around his middle. A sob tears from Tango’s throat at a pulse in his left hand, and as he turns his head ever so slightly, he sees Jimmy wince in time.

Right—Jimmy’s feeling all of this as well.

How in the world had he been able to walk, let alone help Tango sit up?

More importantly, Tango hadn’t done anything dangerous in his sleep. This pain doesn’t belong to him. Jimmy had been awake already—had he left the house, had something bad happened to him?

Panic drowns the pain, and Tango releases his pant leg and turns properly, using the low light of the shuttered lantern to examine Jimmy for injuries. There’s no blood or bruising that he can see on Jimmy’s exposed left arm, but the sleeveless white undershirt he wears to sleep obscures his side and the lighting is too dark to see his legs properly—

Jimmy carefully uncurls Tango’s questing right hand from where it’s wrapped around the hem of his undershirt, pats it. His face twists guiltily when he speaks. “I’m so sorry, Tango. I have a pan of water boiling for tea, it’ll help if you feel like trying it.”

Tea. Tango’s never been much of a tea-drinker, but it actually sounds . . . really nice. The pain is severe enough that his stomach is rolling, so at the very least, something to calm that would be great. A warm drink could ease the aching a bit too. He nods agreement, winces when it sends another jolt down his neck.

His knee and hip begin to hurt exponentially more—at levels he didn’t think were possible—when Jimmy stands and crosses the room, leaving his line of sight. Tango breathes in through clenched teeth, then out. Again. Again. He’s not going to cry, he tells himself despite the tears already falling. He can breathe through the pain.

A flash of something hot—stinging—burning hits Tango’s right arm just above the wrist and he jerks, hissing when the jostle just exacerbates everything. He looks to his left—Jimmy’s cursing over and over, balancing a very full pan of sloshing, steaming water. The light of the furnace is brighter than the lantern, and Tango can see a light red burn spreading across his right arm. A glance down at his own arm shows the same mark.

“I’ll rub some ointment on that in a sec, just gotta pour the other cup—”

That cup presumably goes smoother, because soon enough, Jimmy’s limping over with a cup for him. Jimmy presses it into his hands with instructions to let it seep, then goes back for the medical supplies. After several minutes of the cup warming Tango’s hand, he feels the burn on his arm cool, and though it’s only a marginal improvement in the grand scheme of his body, Tango’s grateful for it.

“Stupid Grian and his stupid no-potions rule,” Jimmy grumbles as he gingerly sits beside Tango again, sipping at his own tea. It’s not instant, but Tango feels his body relax slightly without his own input.

He lifts the cup to his nose, sniffs it. It smells almost woody, and while that’s not usually something he goes for, preferring a sweet drink, he tastes it anyhow.

It’s . . . well, it’s strange. It’s quite a bit saltier than he expected, and the woody flavor is very present—almost as if biting into a piece of driftwood found on the beach. He’s not sure he likes it.

He can’t deny it’s helping, though. It still hurts, a lot, but the tea cuts through the fog of pain in his head and relaxes his tensed muscles.

“Better?”

Tango nods, breathing a sigh of relief when the motion only twinges. “What . . . where’d you learn to make this stuff?” he rasps, shaking the mug for emphasis.

“Lizzie taught me, actually. I’m not sure if she invented it, though. It probably came from Ocean tradition.”

Tango chooses not to ask about that. Instead, with a slow wave of pain cresting, he takes another sip and brings up the obvious.

“You’re hurt.”

Jimmy winces. “No. I’m not.”

Tango croaks out a laugh, despite there being nothing funny about any of this. “Oh yeah?” he challenges. “Why’s it hurt, then? I’ve been feeling it all week. What’s going on?”

The hunch of Jimmy’s shoulders is despondent, his gaze into the tea guilty once again. “I’m not—I haven’t been getting injured,” he begins. “Well, except for just now, with the boiling water. But this—” he gestures vaguely to the left side of his body with his cup— “this is just the way it is. It always hurts.”

That’s not possible, though. Jimmy’s young, and he runs around and farms and keeps up with everything, and with this level of agony Tango doesn’t think that would be possible for anyone, no matter how young they are.

“Is this—is it a Canary thing?” asks Tango, trying to work it out aloud. “Like, the curse is already trying to kill you, and it just hurts until—”

“No,” Jimmy interrupts quickly. “It’s not—it’s nothing to do with—that. It’s—look, Tango, do you know what chronic pain is?”

“I’m a smart boy, I can figure it out,” Tango says drily, then more seriously, “like arthritis?”

“That’s one kind, yeah. It really just means a pain that you’re stuck with for life. And that’s . . . that’s what this is.”

“Yeah, but arthritis isn’t—isn’t this,” Tango protests, biting back a gasp as his elbow flares. “It’s—it means that sometimes you need a cane ‘cuz your knees are tired. This—”

“—isn’t arthritis,” Jimmy finishes. He looks tired, more than anything. “It’s called Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, or CRPS. You ought to look it up when this is over, not too many people know about it. And arthritis can be a lot worse than you think, you know.”

CRPS. Tango rolls the letters around his tongue, takes another sip of his tea. The pain is definitely more manageable now, seeing as he’s not clenching his jaw so hard he’s afraid of cracking a tooth. “So . . . what, you just woke up one day like this? Or were you born with it?”

Jimmy frowns. “Neither, really. It—well, some years back, my hand just . . . stopped working right. Temperatures were all wrong, it got all swollen sometimes. All that. And ever since, it’s just . . . it’s spread.”

Tango takes a moment to process that, as well. It’s a little difficult to wrap his head around: Jimmy’s been feeling this pain for years, and it’s only gotten worse as time passed. Like dementia, his mind supplies randomly. At first it’s just little things here and there, then it builds and then one day you wake up with everything wrong.

“That . . . that sucks,” Tango says vehemently. “You just live like this? All the time?”

“There are good days and bad days,” Jimmy shrugs. Tango swallows back the pain that rolls through his left shoulder at the motion. “This is—this is a bad day. I pushed myself too hard this week.”

“Is there anything that helps?”

Jimmy raises his mug. “This stuff. Stretching and sleeping well and all those healthy lifestyle things. But potions don’t touch it, and neither does a respawn, so.”

That’s a disappointment for sure. Tango had been about to ask Grian to lift the potion restriction for Jimmy alone in light of this information. If Jimmy’s right, though, and there’s nothing that really relieves this pain. . . .

“How are we going to survive?” he mumbles to himself. If they’re both in constant, mind-numbing pain, how will they ever be able to stand up to the other crazy pairs on the server? How will they be conscious enough to even recognize threats?

“Sorry,” Jimmy says quietly, and Tango doesn’t realize until he glances over that Jimmy’s face is shadowed in guilt.

“Hey, no—that’s not your fault, dude! Why would you ever think it’s your fault?” Tango may still be fairly irritated (or a lot irritated, with this revelation) about Jimmy being his soulmate, but Jimmy’s his soulmate and he won’t stand for that kind of treatment of his soulmate.

Jimmy shrugs again. “I’ve always sort of—dragged everyone else down, you know?”

“What? No—”

“C’mon, Tango,” Jimmy says, fixing him with an exhausted glare. “I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid. I know what they call me. I know what they think when they see me. I know what you thought when you realized that I was your soulmate—you didn’t want me. I could tell. I’m—I’m not meant to be happy, I’m not meant to win anything, and everyone knows and makes it their life mission to make sure I’m alone in that.”

It’s not the words that worry Tango the most. It’s the matter-of-fact tone, the clear belief that these thoughts are universal and unshakeable, that really bothers him.

“That’s not true,” he automatically responds. Jimmy just shakes his head.

“Grian won’t give me a horn because he thinks they won’t be fun when I have one,” he counters. “Martyn kicked me out of the Southlands and Grian voted to keep me out twice. Everyone I’ve met since the start of this world has been grateful that it wasn’t me they were stuck with. The last server I was on, everything was taken from me and I was exiled. I’m the Canary and my life is supposed to suck—whether it’s death or destruction or my own body fighting me, I’m supposed to be alone, so that if I die from the fumes no one else will!”

Tango’s not sure how to respond to that, so he doesn’t say anything. All he can think is those sound like a lame excuse for friends.

Jimmy’s shoulders are shaking and he sniffs, runs a hand under his nose. “I’m sorry that the universe—or whatever higher powers there are—stuck us together, Tango. I really am. If I’d had any idea that someone else would be feeling . . . this, I never would’ve agreed to come on this round. We can talk to Grian, arrange something, take me out of the game. I’m sorry I’m here. I’m sorry you’re with me.”

And then he hunches over into a miserable little heap, one that sends pulsing aches through Tango’s bones and his heart.

Because Jimmy’s right. He had been upset, angry even, over being paired with Jimmy. Ever since he found out, he’d been bitter—never to Jimmy’s face, but clearly his efforts to hide his true feelings hadn’t been enough and Jimmy had noticed.

And now that he knows it all—or at least, knows as much as Jimmy felt like telling—those feelings have completely vanished in an instant. Instead of resenting Jimmy just for the chance of being stuck with him, or getting angry at how he seemed to be getting hurt all the time, Tango just feels so much love for Jimmy it hurts.

He may not know the guy very well, but he knows by now that he struggles to even stay on his feet on a daily basis. He knows that he’s world-weary, tired, exhausted. He knows that he must feel like everyone has abandoned him for a chronic condition that he can’t control just because it tends to lead him into death a bit easier.

And maybe Tango is still angry, but not at Jimmy. He’s angry with Jimmy’s so-called friends for abandoning him to a world of nothing but pain.

“You’re amazing,” Tango tells him, and he hadn’t realized exactly what feeling those words were going to be imbued with when he said them, but now he knows and his heart is singing in admiration. “Jimmy, you’re telling me that you deal with this every day, and you’re still an incredible player? That’s—you’re amazing,” he says again, and this time, Jimmy lifts his head up.

His eyes are dry, surprisingly, but he only offers a disbelieving smile. “You think?” he asks drily.

“No, really—how long did you say this had been going on?”

Jimmy bites his lip. “Five years or so? I don’t remember.”

Five years. Five years of this all-encompassing pain, the pain that just minutes ago Tango had been certain he was dying from. And nobody had ever even noticed. He’d somehow hidden it.

He’d hidden it from Tango, too.

“I wish you’d told me earlier,” Tango says. “I wish I’d known.”

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t know you could feel it, otherwise—”

“Not for my own sake,” Tango interrupts. “I wish I’d known so that I could help you be more comfortable. It’s not the whole, feel-each-others’-pain thing. It’s about how you’re my friend, and I want you to feel better. For you, not me.”

Jimmy doesn’t believe him, he can tell. Tango’s not surprised after what he’s said. He takes Jimmy by the shoulder—the right one, of course, slinging his arm around Jimmy’s back to do so—and gently tips his head so that it’s leaning against Jimmy’s.

“I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else on the server,” Tango says, doing his best to rub Jimmy’s shoulder comfortingly. “Who cares if we die first? You’re my soulmate, dude. What’s important is that I got your back no matter what.”

Jimmy bumps his head lightly against Tango’s, lets out a shuddering sigh. “You sure?” he asks, voice so terribly small and achingly vulnerable.

“No doubt about it. And if any one of the others says anything about you, just let me know. I'll make ‘em regret it.”

“You can’t kill until you’re on Red,” Jimmy points out. Tango grins.

“There are a lot of other ways to ruin their lives,” Tango threatens ominously. Jimmy snorts out a laugh.

He’s still in severe amounts of pain. He still barely got any sleep. Somehow, though, Tango feels motivated. Motivated enough to help Jimmy understand that he’s willing to learn to be better.

“So what’s first?”

Jimmy shoots him a confused look. Tango takes another sip of tea before continuing.

“You said this tea stuff helps. What else? Should we take the day off, or power through it? Is there more to do to make it better? What do we do?”

“You—you really want to stay?”

“What, like you expect me to leave you to deal with this alone?” Tango scoffs. “No way. I’m here to support you, man. I want to stay.”

Jimmy nods several times. “Okay. Okay. Um, there’s a few chores we’ll need to do once the sun actually rises, but other than that we’d probably ought to take it easy. Um, ice might be good? But that’s mainly just to numb it enough to get through the chores, it’ll probably be worse after because it hates extreme temperatures. Other than that, we just need to . . . ride it out, see how it goes.”

Tango can do that. He trusts Jimmy knows what he’s doing. “I can handle most of the chores—we’ll both feel better if you stay in bed, I think. I can go get some ice from the icebox to start.”

Of course Jimmy protests. For some reason, none of the others had ever talked about how adamant Jimmy could be about his own capabilities, how desperately he wanted to help. And as the morning goes on, maybe Tango relents a little bit when the burning under his skin gets the better of him—lets Jimmy feed the cows while he pulls weeds out of the garden, lets Jimmy cook up something for lunch while he collects eggs and feeds the chickens.

And if they both sleep the rest of the day (Jimmy tells him they’re out of ‘spoons’, something Tango’s never heard before but is willing to accept), nobody comes calling to find out.

-

Tango knows Jimmy’s exerting himself when the ache in the bones of his left leg jumps from a 4 to an 8 on a 1-10 scale of pain. He’s learned by now that it’ll just trigger a chain reaction and soon his entire body will be on fire, so he packs up his hammer and nails and throws a tarp over the section of roof he’d been redoing. He leaves the ladder propped up against the house, sets his toolbox down just inside the door, and starts a pan of water boiling.

Jimmy stumbles in twenty minutes later, just as the pain in his upper back crescendos.

“Sorry,” he gasps, shucking off his chestplate that Tango notices now has a very glimmery effect to it, “went down to the Deep Dark. It’s—it’s something else down there.”

“That’s incredible!” Tango exclaims, and he helps Jimmy with the rest of the armor, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from making a noise at the spikes of agony shooting through him. Jimmy smiles proudly, the only indication that he hurts at all the pinching of his forehead and the lines around his eyes.

Jimmy willingly gets into bed while Tango finishes up the tea—a sign of how exhausted he is, really. Tango’s learned over the past week that Jimmy does not like giving up, even at the expense of his bodily functions. It’s another thing about him that, for some reason, had never been touted by his so-called friends.

When the tea is done and they both have their mugs, Tango gingerly clambers onto their pushed-together beds and kneels beside the face-down Jimmy. “Is it all right if I touch you?” he asks, suddenly anxious. Jimmy’s back tenses; Tango’s own back seizes in pain.

“Wh—how so?” Jimmy asks cautiously.

Tango works his hands absently in the air, miming his intended actions to no one. “Like, a massage. I thought it might help to loosen the muscles up or something.”

Jimmy’s quiet for a moment. “Maybe. I’ve never had anyone willing to try.”

Tango swallows back the anger at how lonely Jimmy sounds and gets to work, starting with both hands, switching to just his right when it proves too painful to be continuing with the left. He massages up and down Jimmy’s back, then his left leg, all while Jimmy presses his face into the pillow and is silent.

It doesn’t really help. Tango only feels marginally better, although that may be more because his body is less tense rather than any actual pain relief. But when Tango lies down properly, gritting his teeth at the spasms of pain trailing up and down his body, Jimmy turns to rest his cheek on Tango’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispers, sniffling a bit. “Not just—but for everything. I don’t deserve you.” Tango shifts so that his arm wraps around Jimmy, holding him close to his chest. Despite the stinging at the motion, Jimmy melts into him, and Tango wonders just how long it’s been since Jimmy was properly hugged.

Jimmy may be the Canary, but Jimmy’s his Canary. And Tango’s going to make darn sure that he’s always got someone to hold him when the pain won’t relinquish its grip. He’s going to be here for Jimmy until they both die first, and even beyond that.

Tango’s going to do his best to prove to Jimmy that his pain does not make him a burden. It does not make him unworthy of love.

And maybe Tango will learn a few things along the way, about chronic pain and disability, and how unfair the world is for those who need help. For now though, he’ll just hold Jimmy tight until they both fall asleep, and hope that Jimmy will begin to understand just how amazing he is.

#double life smp #double life fanfic #team rancher #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #tangotek #dlsmp #mcyt #mas writes #written as platonic but if u want u can interpret it as romantic idc #i wrote a bit about crps in the endnotes on ao3 #so if you wanna check that out go ahead! #um the cdc keeps calling me should i answer #ANYWAY i wrote much of this off of my own experience with crps! #i recommend looking into it #ask to tag #i really enjoyed writing this #ive actually written from tango's pov before funnily enough #back during deadcember i had a last life fic abt tango #um anyway lmk what you think! #love you guys

[rzyraffek]

Yall im bored and i have dol brainrot. Here u go random mostly sfw headcanons. Most of them are just jokes btw don't take this seriously. Beware i am not dol master so If something is inaccurate pls dont crucify me. Request open btw

Includes: what kind of music they lisen, random stuff they do, ect.

I used they/them for both PC and love intrests so some of those sentences were a hell to write

Tw: me going crazy over Avery (i have issues, pls if what I wrote was weird, just close your eyes and idk explode irl idc)

Random DOL headcanons

Kylar

IM FUCKING CONVINCED that this owl plushy that they give to PC has a camera inside. Im not sure if thats mensioned in game AND I didnt see anyone talk about this. But this dude litteraly says "make sure to put it somewhere high so it can protect you/watch you over" (im not 100% sure what they said but it was along those lines)

Wants to have matching black nails with PC

If their heart wouldnt beat so fast everytime PC gets close to them, Kylar acually would OFTEN fall asleep on PC's lap or shoulder (especially in school)

If s/o is afab, Kylar is defnitly into period sex

Had a huge zombie phase and has whole plan (in details) about how and what to do in case of zombie apocalypse acually happening (and they would acually lighten up if PC mensions anything about zombies, Kylar will talk about them whole night!)

Average phonk listener

Sidney

Sometimes wakes up in middle of night after nighmares and wishes PC would be there

High purity sindey will nervously figet with cross-neckace everytime they have lewd thoughts about PC

Overthinker

Sometimes when they pray together he pretends to have eyes closed but they acually look at PC cuz omg love, you look stunning

Watched Barbie with PC (liked it very much)

Lisens to Mitski

Pure Sydney cried after lisening to cupcake songs

Great Hawk

Dude is a simp

Loves when PC has flowers in their hair, and please give them some too!

If PC praises hawk when they give PC expensive objects (jewellery, wallets, purses ect) this harpy guy/gal will call them "little crow"😭 cuz from Hawks perspective thats how it looked like- they find wife, wife sad, they give shiny, wife happy.

(Alr guys this one is a 50/50 cuz im not sure if harpys have hands? Or just wings?) He discovered hand holding and now he wants to hold PC hand all the time!! But his claws sharp so be careful

Likes when PC has colorful hair

Sounds of Forest and other birds (and bird-people) are only sounds he music he needs 🦅

Got scared bcs there was a rock/metal music concert in city and it was loud and he was very upset

Eden

Dude wants to have kids so bad😭😭

Very tall!

If Pc is tiny/short, this guy/gal will pick them up with one hand and just carry PC back to their home

PLEASE kiss their old scars, and complement them! Eden doesnt really like how they look (they are not insecure but they just dont find time to pamper themselfs and look all fancy)

Sometimes wakes up in middle of night with cold sweat and checks if PC is still there

Conteplated if plant people are eatable

Hates deep water

Will say "I dont lisen to music" and then gets judged by PC and me. ( he enjoys some romantic old songs, i guess he likes Micheal Jackson? Maybe the ink spots??Idk)

Avery

Dude just wants to have good reputation😭😭 and nice looking PC

Tbh I would enjoy Avery-dad-figure content😭 like PC just doing all this stuff just to be accepted by some guy that could be their dad😭 their are fatherless afterall😭. Like hear me out PC just craving platonic love from this dude while he just wants to smash😓 (tbh he is not always doing sexuall stuff, sometimes he just vibes)

Pls dude is like 40 wtf is he doing with his life

*in car* "I swear PC if you say anything more about kpop im leaving you in forest"

Lisens to chrismas music😭

Ivory

Dude ate a squirrel once

I wanna cuddle them

Pls they look wet and cold, give them a nice towel and later blanket

Definitely got scared by their own reflection in mirror once

Can talk to animals

Lisens to gothic music

Likes bugs (months, Beatles, bees)

Alex

Dude lisens to Pitbull while working at farm

Picks PC up and throws them on hay piles for fun

Alex and Remy should settle this beef for good, they both should do kahoot about farm animal knowlage and no more "no its my farm not yours!" Bullshit

Watches soap opera when bored

Wears cowboys hats

Ginger

Leninghton

Rizzing up people twice younger than him (hes like 40 or something)

Enjoys board games and omg he loves card games

Hes probably married tbh

Has reddit account😔

The photos he takes in classes? He sells them

He and Bailey should kiss in meat grinder for beating PC ass for no reason🤩😍

#dol #dol great hawk #dol avery #dol kylar #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #kylar the loner #dol x reader #eden the hunter #dol eden #ivory wraith #alex the farmhand #dol ivory wraith #dol alex

[birdantlers]

You know, it wouldn't even occur to me that certain ships might even exist... if authors of fanart like yours (even before your dragonball phase) didn't insist on bringing that fact to my attention by screaming murder at anyone who might dare interpret their stuff in a certain way. And it's exactly that disclaimer that causes me to look closer at the art in question and realize that... oh wow, right, Gohan is really acting like a jealous lover here, huh? Assuming he must be the One Person (1/3)

My condolences about your daddy issues or whatever, but you're the one that's reading weirdly deep into this, dude. I genuinely don't know what kind of 'gotcha' you think you wrote but... damn.

Is this your first day on the internet? People tag and draw blatantly-platonic seeming art that's actually ship art upon closer investigation constantly. Now idc what people do as long as its properly tagged, but it's a different story when my art is involved. Of course my DNIs are to prevent "misunderstandings." I'm not a moron; anyone can pick out supporting evidence for their bias if they look for it, which is exactly the point of saying I don't condone it. It's me going "Hey, these are my boundaries! If you don't respect them, that's shitty of you!"

I can't control how people interpret my art. I know this—but I can sure as hell clear the air about my intent and opinions. So I'll make myself very clear: I don't like my content being seen in a romantic context. Unless I confirm otherwise, it's platonic. Why? Because I fucking say so. If word of god isn't reason enough, that's on you. Your inability to see emotional intimacy between two adults as anything but romantic is not my fault—nor is it my responsibility to overcorrect.

It may shock you that, yes, this is how many families do interact. Not everyone's idea of a "convincingly portrayed" family dynamic is going to be the same. I'm a very sappy person irl and so is my family. It's honestly kind of pathetic that you obviously think my content is too much for a paternal relationship.

Even aside from that though, your arguments are just bad. I mean did you even reread this before you sent it? Sure. "Gohan acts like a jealous lover..." of his preschool-age daughter. Yeah, that's a totally normal take. Really makes you seem like a well-adjusted individual. I don't even know where you got the jealousy thing from since he spends the whole comic actively trying to leave and stop Pan from sticking up for him. Your other points are just conspiratorial; I see no point addressing them.

So yeah, take your final proposition and shove it. Maybe focus on how to "effectively and convincingly portray" whatever content measures up to your standards instead of preaching to me like I shouldn't do the same. I don't owe you jack—especially when you're too much of a coward to talk down to me while hiding behind anon.

And if this is who I think it is (given the timeframe you let slip), get off of that damn high horse already. You're not the patron saint of correct characterization, and your unwarranted criticism doesn't make you look smart. It makes you look like an entitled tool who can't resist hearing your own voice. Quit tearing people's hobby work down because you can't find enough fan content to satisfy your own standards.

I love found family. I love sickeningly sweet """unconvincing""" found family, and if you think that's trite, ooc, or—I guess, romantic—keep it to yourself. You're not going to 'con'crit me out of creating exactly what makes me happy, and this weird victim-blamey diatribe sure as hell isn't either. If anything, you've only convinced me to keep using DNIs.

#cannot believe i spent that many words answering this. originally i wasn't even going to #but then i reread it and it was just so fascinatingly dogshit that i couldnt help it #ask #dbz #skit yells

[lyneytricks]

General ScaraLayla hcs <3

Genre ➸ Fluff???? I think??? Nothing mayor happens it's just them existing. Written in bulleted headcannon format

Warnings ➸ Scara's referred to as Kuni (I'm keeping my Kunimitsu agenda till I die) uhm. Nothing else?? Can be read as platonic or romantic idc this one is just about them being friends. Not proofread so sorry if there's any mistakes tehee :P

A/N ➸ So I pulled this one out of my fucking ass after finishing buddy daddies sorry X3

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They knew of each other before they met, and met before the 3.6 event because I need content.  

Met at a café. Layla wants a nice place to study/do work, and the coffee is good, so... Kuni likes the tea, and that no one bothers him during his weird silent moments of looking at nowhere while thinking of how meaningless whatever the fuck he’s doing is 

Kuni recognised Layla, but didn’t think much about it at First, and only ever talked to her when she was freaking out about her homework (“Why do I have to write so many papers, whyyy...) and he told her to stop bitching and gave her some sweets the staff always give to accompany his tea (to “shut her up”) (he was NOT concerned about the Akademiya’s way of teaching) (He did not help her with her wording and structure of the paper afterwards, you must be insane to even suggest that) 

They didn’t really talk, but they just. Sort of agreed that on Saturdays they share a table and do whatever. Kuni helps Layla study, and he knows all sorts of flowery words for her papers and works 

Also. Their order: Green tea, two espressos and two glazed donuts (Kuni also gets dark chocolate sometimes) 

Kuni writes. I haven’t decided what he writes, but he does. I’m inbetween character analysis (from things he watches/reads, yes, he’s a fandom dude in my mind.) and poetry, tbh. I think he heard it was a good way to express emotion without beating up fatui agents and started as a way to “prove just how ridiculous this is!” and he actually liked it. He hasn’t stopped since, bro can pull out a five page creative writing out of his ass in half an hour trust me I’m the bow on his outfit 

Layla’s handwriting is like. Seeing heaven. (When she’s not about to pass out) And Kuni’s is like watching a rich kid fall into poverty without any way to get back up 

LAYLA! DOES! LETTERING!!!! I’m not arguing w anyone about this it’s true I was there she buys so much colourful ink and so much pretty papers and she carefully thinks about what she wants to write... She always finds herself going back to stationary stores and separating mora just to buy more pens and nice notebooks 

Kuni wrote her a letter once while he was in his depression mood telling her how much he likes her friendship and how she appreciates silence and how her hair flows like sea waves and he sulked for an entire fucking month because of it and only decided to see her again once he was convinced she forgot about it completely (She didn’t. She keeps it in a box in her room with her most prized possessions)

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#scaramouche #kunikuzushi #wanderer #wanderer genshin #Layla #layla genshin #Scaralayla #Layscara #Scaramouche x Layla #Luz's writing ✧.*

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Isabela for the first impression meme 😊

[ask game]

Heya! thank you for the ask! c:

Isabela

First impression: Oh, great, the standard sexualised female probably-meant-as-default-romance-for-male-hawke companion! I know who i'm not romancing out of spite alone :^) (her entrance kicks ass though)

Impression now: Bestie. Beloved. <333 I was very positively surprised about the depths of her character and she's sooo. She cares so so much and it scares her that she cares so much but she learns to do it anway and augh. I care her. Also arguably the only the most emotionally intelligent person in DA2

Favorite moment: When she comes back after bailing with the tome. It goes against all her instincts, she is terrified and she knows that she is putting her life on the line but she came back

Idea for a story: Sth about her and Zevran! Angsty and dramatic or just shenanigans, before DA2 or during or after idc, but i'd love to see more of them

Unpopular opinion: Hmm, only opinion that i can think of that might be unpopular is that i actually really like Isabela's relationship with Aveline. I know a lot of people say they hate each other/ are horrible to each other but i didn't get that impression at all tbh? Or at least, i felt like they started rough but by Act 2 they're bros.

Favorite relationship: Her and Merrill (platonic or romantic idc) <3 Except for a couple dialogue lines that feel a bit too patronising to me (which i. kinda blame on the game being patronising towards Merrill in general) their relationship is so good and sweet and also they are a hella scary duo. And Bela's relationship with Zevran also makes me really soft ngl

Favorite headcanon: If you know me you know i love silly HCs lolol, and i love the HC that she did wear pants and Varric either didn't notice because they're brown and he is silly, or because he's colourblind, or wrote it like that because he was being petty about losing a bet to her or something. Also love the HC that she and Zevran officially married so that she could have his last name bc she thought it sounded badass (and/or to officially rid herself of her old husband's last name)

#i care her many...... #absolutely did not expect her to become one of my fave characters in the series when i saw her for the first time haha #(also was not surprised tho when i saw the destiny trailer & saw that my first assumption abt her was correct lol) #isabela #ask game/ my answers

[icecoolcryodude]

humanistic value.

hey slay queens, kings, and other royalties this is not my first fic ever but this is my first cross-posted ao3 fic! read it here<3

I couldn't help but explore the dynamics between my team (esp Shenhe and Ayato!) and mixing that with the trend on tiktok ab ur genshin team sleeping together so... why not!

also fair warning, I impluse wrote this at 11pm and tried to make it as pretty and poetic as possible so pls dont judge too hard LMFAOOOO p.s.: the implied isnt rlly like a... thing. can b romantic or platonic idc.

A moonlit night shines upon the inside of the teapot, a wanderer and the face of a clan already asleep; they've kept each other close, sharing their bodies' warmth. A hand brushes over the blonde wanderers face, brushing back the strands of hair that cover their dozy eyes. The blonde shifts ever so slightly, closer to the other as the hand retracts, almost frightened about what it had done.

"Shenhe?"

A voice beconds from the doorway, the eyes of the commissioner locked onto the woman standing before the others as he continues forth. 

"...What are you doing?"

The hand of Shenhe clenches at their newly acquired "tee-shirt", her eyes stuck on the two slumbering bodies. "Merely observing." The words crumble from her lips, her muted words hitting the commissioner, Kamisato Ayato, easily. "I see." Is his only response. He soundlessly shuts the door, his eyes going from the two to Shenhe.

"Is there a particular reason for your observation?" Ayato asks, his eyes drawn to his sister, the face of his clan; and his friend, the wanderer. Shenhe shifts slightly, her hand shaky as they reach for the sheets. They tenderly pull it up over the other two, leaning in before they release the covering. "...I've never seen mortals sleep."

"Oh really?"

"...Yes. I… They look so... peaceful; maybe I should sleep on the floor…?"

Her words are poised like a factual question, but Ayato has seen this type of thing a thousand times. It wasn't fact, or logic, or anything of the sort. It was feeling. The blossom of expression that Ayato couldn't help but admire from this woman.

"No, don't." His words are effortless, but they pierce through Shenhe like her own polearm. They stand there silently, as if... nothing had been said at all. "...But my-" "Aren't you tired?" He'd soon find that her expression had intensified, her brows furrowed as she held the ropes around her wrists. She stayed silent, Ayato soon turning to tuck himself in before…

"I'm cursed, yet you don't care?"

Her words ring out to him, his eyes slowly dawning back to the taller woman as he comments, "No, should you?"

Her hands are trembling, the expression on her face unwavering as they stare down at their painted nails. They couldn't speak, they couldn't find the words to describe the emotions soaring through their head as Ayato slowly caressed her hand.

"You have nothing to fear, one night isn't going to hurt us."

Shenhe looks back to the commissioner, her mind surging with thoughts before muttering, "I warned you."

Their hand slips away from his, slowly lifting the abundant cotton covering and slipping under it next to the wanderer. Their back is turned to the hydro-vision man, staring at the other two as the wanderer sleepily brings Shenhe closer. Her hands feel frigid compared to the others, and they can't help but think about the calamity they'd bring to the others. That is until they feel the commissioners body press against their back, his arms wrapped around their waist as he rests his head on her shoulder.

"Isn't this a little close for your comfort, Ayato?"

The blue-haired man chuckles, smiling as he replies, "Maybe… but I don't mind." His breath tickles her neck, but they don't react at all. They try to just… relax. Almost as if meditating within the strange comfort of everyone's touch. But oddly enough… they feel the commissioners cheeks still pressed again their skin, grinning.

"Ayato?"

"Yes?"

"...Why are you smiling?"

The smile falters, the exorcist can sense it. But now… his eyes link to her again. His lips only slightly parted before he whispers, "...This is nice. I'm happy I've gotten to experience this with you."

The exorcists hands now rest upon his arms, eyes slowly shutting as they finally whisper back,

"...Me too. Thank you."

#genshin impact #shenyato #shenhe #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayaka #kaedehara kazuha #implied shenyato #mentioned kazuha #mentioned ayaka #platonic cuddling #god i love their dynamix #their so interesting pls one of u travel spmspsks #IDK WHY THIS IS SO ROMANTIC???? istg my intent was to stay platonic but dam. these two sus #im so glad i pulled shenhe tbh #finally becomjng an ayaka main #i forgor to post here #whoops sorry yall heres content tho!

[casiavium]

❤️🦋🐬✨💎

:)

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

uhh. there's a lot I like but I don't have a favorite I'd say, also I write. a lot. and forget I write things. I know I had a really good one that was a double meaning with foil (narrative opposites) and foil (sword) but I don't have a clue which fic it's in FOUND IT and it's a fic I don't even like

his foil's blade pierced where no beating heart lies

"Foil's blade" meaning both his enemy's sword as well as his own, "pierced where no beating heart lies" meaning he missed a fatal blow and also that the one who is getting stabbed isn't human. Purposefully ambiguous so you can read it either way (the full sentence is "[Link] claims he is not the parallel of another, his foil's blade pierced where no beating heart lies", in which "his foil's blade" can be possessive for Link or "another". the one pro of English is in its poetic ambiguity; you couldn't do this quite the same way in a language with cases (but also ask me about Sappho frag. 22 and how many many translations of it are WRONG because it uses this same grammar principle))

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Skyward Sword Link :) he's just like me frfr

I'm going insane. There is no dolphin yet I see one in the ask. this 🦈 is the closest it gets? So. I'm going with that one.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

I hate writing Demise 😭

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

I don't remember her name. But to the girl who commented on my fanfiction I wrote in middle school as her OC who was one of the character's daughters (but from the future), I love you and I miss you and I hope you're doing okay

There was also a reader who left long comments on every chapter of my ghiralink fanfictions in 2020 and just stopped one day 😔 they left a really nice comment that inspired me to continue, I updated a few days later, and never heard from them again. I'm happy for u tho or sorry that happened

There are some really good ones but those commentors rather than comments stick out to me. rest in peace kings hope you're still alive

💎 Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

ngl the only thing I write at this point is some flavor of ghiralink. hyperfixation go brr

but in writing that I focus more on SwS Link. I'm outnumbered in the subfandom that I care more about Link than Ghirahim, sorry not sorry. You know how a lot of multishipping Ghirahim stems from just wanting any Ghirahim content, so he's fair game for anyone? That's me with SwS Link. Love some Peatrice/Link, Zelda/Link, Pipit/Link. not so big on Groose/Link because lately it's come with Groose/Zelda and I'm not a fan of them. On their own they're fine. Also slightly against Fi/Link because I'm petty and prefer Fi/Zelda. However. If you take two ships I hate, Ghirahim/Fi and Fi/Link, and put them together in Ghirahim/Link/Fi for crack purposes only. I think that could be funny. I'm rambling. That's not the question.

I don't really care about Ghirahim outside of his relationship with this particular Link (just enemies, romantic, platonic, idc). Controversial, I know.

#ask #mackthecheese

[yanderefer]

disappears for years. suddenly comes back. does not elaborate.

im trying to make an aesthetic ABOUT ME or whatever but i will fail so this is the best its gonna be for now. you can call me yan or fer idc. pronouns arent. he she they it i simply exist idc refer to me however

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DISCLAIMERS!!!

i can write both platonic, romantic, or queerplatonic/ambiguous yanderes!

i accept requests at the moment

while this is a yandere blog i will not write situations where said yandere physically abuses the person they love it is just not my style...i draw the line at cruelty or hatred in that way. i also will not do any nsfw or suggestive work whatsoever just not my thing.

i will default to ambiguous yandere if its not specified in request. i will also default to gender neutral reader if not specified in request. also u can ask for poly stuff or friend group stuff though i likely wont write too many chars in one thing (if its a request)

uhhh i do not support this stuff irl but that should be hopefully obvious this is not real at all please dont read if it triggers you even if my stuffs kinda on the more gentle side

i love crack treated seriously so dont feel embarassed about requesting niche or bizarre characters. also dont be embarassed to detail traits for the reader/characters/general scenario you are looking for because i will just do whatever i want without guidance or prompt

if chars are ooc or certain aspects don't make sense i am just here to have fun be silly and wind down while writing dont take anything i do too seriously. i like to take liberties and make up headcanons on the spot. everything is self indulgent idc

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FANDOMS/THINGS I WRITE FOR (off the top of my head...some stuff i haven't listed so dont be afraid to shoot your shot i guess)

My Hero Academia (Bnha) (I love making up new quirks that cause problems. gimme quirk prompt for reader i will go crazy it doesnt even have to make logical sense)

Undertale (maybe...some aus? unsure.....)

Deltarune

Other various Indie RPGS

FE3H (i'm a bit rusty character wise, haven't played in a while)

Pokemon (depends on the character. will not write actual pokemon in romantic situations (unless the...reader is a pokemon too ig?) but human chars are good)

Spiderverse (i don't know spanish. also will vary on how much of a grasp i have on a character. not as confident and will take liberties)

Original Scenarios (if you just have a original character prompt like making up a situation like uhhh idk. reader in an isekai world and yandere is someone there...? random classmates? coffee shop meetcute? vrmmo shit? any of that webtoon tropes? idfk whatever my or your heart desires)

And random other medias not coming to mind rn (i literlly wrote a oneshot for the onceler idk ill do anything if its funny and piques my interest)

 ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

i will do my best. dont have expectations and u wont be dissapointed. i genuinely will just do what i want with promps i will either oneshot or drabble/those bullet point things i see on tumblr alot. have fun

[s1ld3n4f1l]

Hey I just wanted to share my thoughts about the whole "shipping hms" thing,,

I'm somebody who's largely against shipping them I'm apart of the group that find shipping them uncomfortable, though I don't see them as brothers at all I just generally dislike shipping the three. Idc about selfcest either btw I just find it weird specifically for hms.

I think the three have a very interesting dynamic/relationship that can be explored in so many ways that romance is not necessary for them and it doesn't really need to be touched on in that light because there's so many other ways to explore their relationships that doesn't make people uncomfortable.

Also the fact that hms are all quite toxic to eachother Heart trying to shoot Mind, Mind or Soul likely being the cause of Heart's blindness, Mind trying to get Soul to "get rid of" or kill Heart. I think having those kinds of interactions and mixing them with romantic relationships is kind of gross especially with all the art people draw of them hurting eachother.

On the note of the fandom I think shipping would drag this fandom down, the cj fandom is a very positive space and shipping in fandoms often leads to more issues/drama especially when it's selfcest

For the most part I think it's better to just leave shipping out of CCCC we don't need it the story and fandom work just fine without it

I get where you're coming from, but personally I don't agree with some of your points.

I may be wrong, but I get the feeling you wrote this under the assumption I want shipping to be a big part of this fandom. So, just to clarify, I don't want that at all. I'm more than fine with this fandom keeping the relationships completely platonic. But I do think that romantic interpretation could be interesting. I agree that there are many ways you can explore the dynamics WITHOUT romance, it's not necessary at all, but I just think it'd be fun to explore it in that light. That's solely my opinion, though, and I don't want shipping to become a major thing cause I don't want people to feel like they're forced to ship the characters or something.

About the fact that you believe it'd be toxic, I get where you're coming from, but it's important to note that Mind and Heart reconcile by the end of the album. I feel like if we go by that logic, they'd have a toxic friendship as well, then we can't make any content that's not angsty tearing-eachothers-throats out.

I, again, don't want shipping to be big in this fandom, and I think a lot of people feel the same. I agree that it might bring the fandom down if it got too big, but I don't think that's a good enough reason to not enjoy it a little. The last thing I want is there to be fighting in this community, it's a very pleasant online space.

At the end of the day, I don't think shipping is necessary at all in this fandom, I just think it'd be fun to play around with the idea. My main goal in fandom spaces is just to have fun.

Thank you so much for your input! :)

#btw if youd like send me another ask and ill start tagging posts abt this so you can block the tag #or anyone else if they dont wanna see this stuff. #i just want to have a kind discussion. im not seeking to hurt anyones feelings or make them uncomfortable #sorry if this is messy i wrote it on my phone #chonny jash #hms shipping

[hoodiehydra]

writing ask game: 17, 20, 31

17: What is your favourite line ever written?

*Casually checks on past fics*

UH-

“OH, YOU’RE THE F*CKING WH*RE THAT GIVES MY DAD SH*T!” Fave hollered, unintentionally giving Alice “emotional damage”.

I WROTE THAT, YES, BUT ITS FOR A GOOD REASON IM SORYYYYYY

but yes it is in a fic of mine.

20: What is your favourite trope to write?

Angst to fluff stuff. Idc if it’s platonic or romantic, but hear me out, the process of going from hurting to finally feeling some needed warmth is actually fun to write since it requires descriptions and dialogue. Both of which I am decent at.

And this goes for any pairing/ trio! It can be between lovers, siblings, parents to children, or friends, it works for all of them. In fact, most of my fics are comfort fics.

21: pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you'd write about.

From tumblr, definitely someone from our squad. Idk exactly who but y’all are good writers.

On AO3, hm… MetalMistress. Her chapters have so much content in them, they can easily keep me entertained for hours reading.

What we might write as part of the squad? Oh, definitely FNF angst. THE FEELSSSSSS

Me and Mistress? Something Bendy related. I don’t know what, but definitely that.

#hydra talks

[riordanness]

hiiiii! i love your work! esp. the wonkaaa! wondering if I could order a wonka fic where wonka is looking for y/n so him, noodle, and y/n can go sell chocolate and wonka walks in on y/n having a panic attack and helps her through it (breathing together, using pure imagination, etc)? then after she's calmed down Noodle walks in with them and they kinda have like a brother-sister-sister moment together :) totes up to youuuuu!

hi anon!! how are youuu <3

firstly, thank you so much for your kind words, i’m really glad you enjoy my writings muah

and thank you so much for requesting, i’m sorry this took me so long and that it’s pretty short. i literally just moved this week and started a new school so i’ve been settling in and haven’t been writing aha

but i hope you do enjoy this! i wasn’t sure if you wanted it to be romantic or platonic, so i kinda wrote it in the middle?

also side note i love how you said ‘order a fic’ like that’s adorable idc

anywaysss, here’s your order!

#requests #bean’s requests #fanfiction #fanfic #wonka

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Meaning

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/q8P2xFl

by greyblue_mice

“Say, Ouma-san, do you know about the symbolism of names?” He was drinking tea with Shinguji, at the dining hall. The sudden question surprised him.

“A little, why, Shinguji-chan? Are you going to tell me another cool fact?” His eyes glew in excitement, looking at the anthropologist with excitement. He loved to hear him talk, to hear everything he learned.

“I was mostly wondering about your name, ‘Keiko’... It means ‘blessed or happy child’,” Korekiyo explained, “Usually, parents choose their child’s name based on what they want for their future, or based on an experience. Do you know about your case?”

“I don’t know nor I care.” He looked the other way in annoyment.

“Hm… Do you, perhaps, dislike your name? You seemed to be excited for what I had to say, until I mentioned yours.” Kokichi’s eyes widened slightly. “Am I correct?”

-

In which Kokichi is trans and was forced to present female during the killing game. He hates 'his' name, but Korekiyo's prescence might mean something important for him.

Words: 1192, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Oma Kokichi, Shinguji Korekiyo, Akamatsu Kaede (Mentioned), Iruma Miu (mentioned), Momota Kaito (mentioned), Monokuma (Mentioned)

Relationships: Oma Kokichi/Shinguji Korekiyo, Oma Kokichi & Shinguji Korekiyo

Additional Tags: Trans Oma Kokichi, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, Trans Male Character, Transphobia, Misgendering, Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic - Freeform, Oma Kokichi-centric, Sad Oma Kokichi, Maybe a little OOC, Hurt/Comfort, deadnaming, Comfort, Crying, Hugs, Korekiyo is so sweet in this omg, Oma Kokichi Needs a Hug, i wrote this for fun idc if its bad, no beta we die like korkeiyo's sister (L), Monokuma is a little shit, why is that not a tag its literally canon, Author is trans, im projecting my trans onto kokichi lmao, Kokichi's deadname is Keiko

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/q8P2xFl

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

[roxenne-the-vixen]

Ship bingo!

For Roxenne and Arackniss-+

Jus cuz I wanna see how into it you are for them

//"Honestly I could go into hecky detail on why I I'm into this--

There's a shortened "about" them in her "about" page but that story goes DEEP and DARK and if you want details you'd have to message me directly cuz I can go ON~

But for now I'll explain a few things here--

"I'm intrigued" is here because while I have a whole fic mechanic plot for them with lore and detail-- I love interacting with other people and their portrayals of him and seeing what could or won't happen between them!

Do I want a ship? Absolutely I'm for that shit on any blog ESPECIALLY Aroxeniss, does it HAVE to be a ship? Absolutely fuckin'not-- they could HATE each other! That's a trope too! Idc! I'm vall about the BUILD UP yo! I just wanna see what happens. And what could happen or what would happen between her and other Aracknisses (not my own) could be romantic, professional,platonic, hate, idc. I just want the interaction honestly ~

And rather than "I read fic for it" it's more like "I WRITE fic for it and WOULD WRITE fic for it." But yeah like, I wrote her for him in my own portrayal. This does not mean that it's needed or expected from others-- I just want them to interact.

#roxenne museings

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Clarity in Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UegytGE

by dinosaurs_last_day

Death was painful, more painful than Thorin Oakenshield ever realized. He had experienced real, overwhelming pain throughout his life, but this was different. This came with a wave of emotions. Fear, panic, hyperawareness, regret. Mostly the last emotion. Regret was so powerful, it came hand in hand with a sense of guilt.

Words: 1045, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Dís (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Azog (Tolkien)

Relationships: Dís & Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin Oakenshield

Additional Tags: most characters are just mentioned this is thorin centric, Canon Compliant, Character Study, thorin oakenshield character study, bilbo and thorin can be read romantic idc i wrote it platonic but i ship them, no beta we die like the line of durin, ok imma be honest idk if this counts as a character study but shhh, Angst, Hurt No Comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UegytGE

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Clarity in Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jmThtzI

by dinosaurs_last_day

Death was painful, more painful than Thorin Oakenshield ever realized. He had experienced real, overwhelming pain throughout his life, but this was different. This came with a wave of emotions. Fear, panic, hyperawareness, regret. Mostly the last emotion. Regret was so powerful, it came hand in hand with a sense of guilt.

Words: 1045, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Dís (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Azog (Tolkien)

Relationships: Dís & Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin Oakenshield

Additional Tags: most characters are just mentioned this is thorin centric, Canon Compliant, Character Study, thorin oakenshield character study, bilbo and thorin can be read romantic idc i wrote it platonic but i ship them, no beta we die like the line of durin, ok imma be honest idk if this counts as a character study but shhh, Angst, Hurt No Comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jmThtzI

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

[amayren]

Amaya telling Corvus to save the princes: [find them and bring them back aight]

Amaya telling Gren to do the same thing: [i trust u you were my voice now be my will and save the boys]

like they didn’t have to put the goodbye scene or write it the way they did but they did and god I rewatch it everyday it’s just so great??? When Amaya shushes Gren with her finger? the soft music and when it changes when Amaya’s facial expression changes too??? When Gren bows and they hug?? And Amaya smiles at him, walks to her horse, and looks back to smile again and Gren smiles back????? Wow!! The writers said they don’t have anything written for their backstory so far other than that they probably imagine that they haven’t known each other for that long but they’re already so close?? Corvus probably knew Amaya longer in order to do those countless missions that gained her trust and when he departs it was in a p hectic situation, no offense to Corvus fans, but wow Gren not only being Amaya’s tool for interpreting but also being someone she’s close with and trusts???? I cry.

#the dragon prince #i feel bad when i exclude corvus sometimes becase the three of them are in the same squad and corvus also has amayas trust #but this.... this is what set him apart from gren to me bskcbdkfnd #theyd be a great brot3 tho #btw u can read this as platonic or romantic idc bur i wrote it as platonic #i love amaya and gren so much wtf wonderstorm pls reuinite them asap #GREN HAS THE DEETS 👀 #also not rly related but imo corvus is hotter than harrow there i said it #prob bc corvus is my age #but still #voice wise i love harrows #m