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amourcheol · 9 months

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paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

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a u t h o r ’ s n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

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SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—

And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”

“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.

The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.”

You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”

Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”

You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”

Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”

You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”

“Do they, now?”

You could not help it.

Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.

Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”

A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.”

You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”

“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”

A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”

He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.

“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”

This time, curiosity controlled your movement.

Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie.

But you found no deception.

No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.

Chérie.

The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.

How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.

A shuddered breath left you.

You could not do this now.

You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.

“Were you looking for something in here?”

Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”

Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.

There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”

That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”

Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”

No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind.

You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”

“No…I have not.”

You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”

When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.

The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.

“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”

You blinked back.

“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”

He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”

His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”

Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.

That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love.

He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”

The offer had shaken you. “Why?”

“Why?”

You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”

The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years.

He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”

He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”

You could have crumbled before him.

It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.

It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.

“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”

“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”

Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”

You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”

But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate.

He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left.

“Do you trust me?”

You tilted your head back.

What kind of question was that?

Do you trust me?

You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.

It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.

As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.

Tenderness.

Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.

It hurt, having someone who understood you.

You, however, should not have been surprised.

Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.

You could have smiled.

What a time that was.

As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”

You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol.

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

#seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #yoon jeonghan imagines #jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #jeonghan x reader #svt smut #svt imagines #yoon jeonghan x reader #seventeen hard hours #svt hard hours #yoon jeonghan #seventeen angst #jeonghan angst #yoon jeonghan angst

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euphoric-dramione · 2 months

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January Dramione fanfic wrap-up *with links*

FULL-LENGTH:

Waifs and Strays by kyonomiko: very cute fluffy fic where draco is a cutiepie pine marten.

& Obey, Till Death Do Us Part by LongtimeLurker1111: his could’ve been a dark romance, but instead hermione decided to stay with “phin” theo and i just don’t understand it. the worst part wasn’t rapist draco bc he was the bad guy, it was rapist “phin” theo who was supposed to be good smut was nice at first.

Brand New World by NinaBinaBallerina: i loved loooved the beggining of this fic. then after they graduated and she found out she was pregnant i kinda lost the plot. i read until the point draco wanted her to move in with him while he was married to astoria and then i just skimmed until the epilogue.

In Silence And Submission by gillianeliza: this was a cool smutty bdsm fic, it had some nice things but i just think the writing was kinda wonky? nevertheless, very much enjoyed reading this.

The Fever by Flightglow32: this was supposed to be a smutty novelette but the smut happens in the very last chapter and only last five pages and we skim through the smut scenes like we’re a train on schedule and i just don’t understand why? especially because the fic was so sexual in its themes so why was the smut so lackluster??

Draconian by Noelle: It was like a really fluffy wartime with not-so big stakes, at first i thought how stragely whiny and crying hermione was all the time, but then we started to slowly find out what happened to her. I didn’t feel very much towards this story but it was entertaining and very readable.

Uncoffined by lady_of_clunn: it was nice, but due to the dubious ethics i’m quite conflicted of how i’m supposed to feel.

Damaged Goods by slytherin_after_dark: look, i know i had dnfed this when i had read only like one or two chapters, but lemme tell you how much i loed this fic when i picked it back up! it was all i needed - spicy, entertaining, angsty, with toxic but possessive and loving draco. although hermione felt ooc, it didn’t dim the reading experience.

The Politician's Wife by pir8fancier: this was so realistic, the romance was subtle but powerful, the little bit of smut we got was fantastic. also, it was incredibly well-written.

Seasons Pass (To This Ass) by mighbewriting: didn’t love it, but it was short, so i read it in one night. the smut was realistic as in how sex works but it wasn’t great smut if you know what i mean. loved draco’s quidditch player physique.

More Than One Way To Win by scullymurphy: i loooved the fake dating in this one, it was short but had all the scenes, i really liked it, although i wish there was more plot for after they got into an actual relationship.

Safe Home by khakis: cute kinda short kinda omegaverse story with draco as a werewolf but the werewolf part doesn’t play a huge part.

Breed by RoseDeVents: sooo muuuch breeeding.

The Curse of Malfoy Manor by alwaysaclaw11: a nice retelling of beauty and the beast, but it didn't leave a lasting impact on me.

Our Girl by geoblock: hands down the best smut i’ve ever read, and it's hermione x draco x theo x BLAISE

Innocent Monsters by itscometothis: very fluffy, but then draco gets depressed and a lot of attention is paid to his depression which i don’t mind, but it was a bit triggering. so not extremely fluffy, even though on of the tags was “tooth-rotting fluff”.

ONE-SHOTS:

Belladona by NinaBinaBallerina

(What’s a kink?) Between Friends by morriganmercy

Bond by spicyxpisces

Tell Me by GardenAtTwilight

Keep Me Safe by Skyfire2459

Perfect by CaityBell

Fourteen Days by its_banannaz

Marked as Mine by LilithShade

WORKS IN-PROGRESS:

Let The Dark In by senlinyu

The Sun, The Moon, The Truth by pinkinku

House Pet by NinaBinaBallerina

(all three of these are pretty dark and ansgty and VERY well written, i usually don't read wips)

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #fanfiction #booktok #fanfic #books #high reeve #ao3 wrapped

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moumouton4 · 2 years

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When The New Greenie Helps || Newt x fem!reader

A/n : As you can see this was requested by a lovely person. Writing for people is an actual dream and I hope my work will please you all, and make other people want to send more request 💙💚

Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : So this is slightly it’s fluff, slighlty ansgty and a little bit smut not that much though as always nothing too graphic because I’m not good at writting this but with practice it’ll become easier. English isn’t my first language and this is my fourth fic

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 2020

An elevator, a big metallic noise, a blinding light and boys screaming, we know the music. You were the first one to arrive in the glade, along with Gally, Alby, Minho and Newt. It must have been at least 3 years that you lived in this green jail surrounded by all the boys that arrived every month.

Being a girl ( if you're not a girl / woman I'm really sorry but I didn't have more details of course if I knew I'd adapt it ) in the glade wasn't supposed to be that easy, but you were Y/n, you were independent and most of all super badass. You were one of the runners before, you ran fast and unfortunately one day you were not fast enough. After your injury Minho knowing you were a great asset and one of his best friend, decided to redirect you to the gardeners. But the badass that you are is very independent so if a slicer or anyone needed help you'll gladly go and help him.

A week later, you had become quite comfortable with the gardens. You had the opportunity to get to know better the shy, but mostly second-in-command, Newt. He, like the other boys, had no memory of ever having known girls and his very reserved behavior in your presence reinforced your intuition. He knew how to be authoritative when he had to be. Sometimes you could hear his British accent ringing out from the other end of the glade and it thrilled you, you kind of wanted him to be like that with you too. Just to know what it would feel like for once to take orders instead of giving them.

You and Newt became very close over the months, he spent a lot of time in the garden saying it helped him relax and all but little did you know that it was you who brought a smile to his face every time you talked. You were the keeper of the gardeners so you spent most of your time in the gardens tending the crops. Except once a month when a new boy arrived. This was an initiative of Gally's, who was tired of having to deal with scary, whiny boys - as he put it - who ran around until they were breathless. Of course you had gladly accepted, since you were no longer a runner you had to prove your worth in other areas and welcoming new greenies was one of them. Newt's eyes would crinkle every time he heard one of the boys call you when a newcomer arrived. He thought it was because he wanted to protect you but little did he know that it was his jealousy that was speaking. The man was in love with you and you were oblivious maybe as much as him about your feelings towards him and even when you're badass you don't go spilling your feelings to your crush.

You and Newt were in the gardens that day when the sky was a clear blue when you heard Billy yell "Y/n a new greenie is coming ! Y/n !". You barely had time to look at each other sheepishly before cutting your conversation short and heading for the cage. Once in front of it, you had time to watch the boys open it and Gally jump in. You waited for him to ask you to come over as usual but a boy came running out. It wasn't Gally, the boys started laughing but to your surprise you looked at him from head to toe and "Oh boy he is fast" you though. You looked at Minho who had just returned from his rounds and he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

The moment you heard Gally swear you knew it was time for you to catch up with that human rocket and reassure him a little. You looked at Newt and told him you'd be back soon. His heart swelled with love for you and he just told you to go chuckling at the freightened boy.

You ran towards the boy, he was fast but you were experienced. Of course you couldn't risk running through the maze anymore, but you were still able to run fast, very fast indeed. You were lucky when the boy ran into one of the walls and turned around to find you right behind him. He was out of breath because of all his emotions while you were barely warmed up. "Please can you stop with already I've got work to do" you said trying to sound as much friendly as you could though living in the glade since this long wasn't helping with it.

"Where the hell am I ?!? And who are you ?!?" he was almost yelling at this point. "Oie boy calm down you're in the glade here and I'm Y/n ( almost wrote my name ) no one want you any harm here" you said slowly extending your hand towards him, which he took with a little hesitation "Thomas" he said you smiled and you took the opportunity to step forward a little more and take him in your arms gently patting his back, he was taller than you but you couldn’t care less "Everything is going to be okay Thomas"

"We are really lucky to have her she is a real magician with these boys" Gally said to Minho and Newt. The latter was clenching his knuckles turning white, yep he was definitely jealous. Gally grabbed Chuck's arm as he jumped around, excited that he was no longer the new greenie in the glade. "Let's get back to work everyone because... tonight it's bonfire night" he said smirking and all the boys cheered running back to their works... all of them except Newt who was watching from afar. He shouldn't be worrying right ?

He shouldn't be but that was without counting on Thomas' tactile side. Of course you were okay with this and you were kind of happy that for once someone here was as touchy as you. Everything was platonic of course, a pat on the back, a hug to say hello, holding each other by the shoulders, ruffling his hair if he was worried... and it was only one day ! Newt seriously wondered what he was witnessing and little did you know that he was burning inside, burning for your love but also burning from jealousy at the sight of this burgeoning friendship.

The evening fell quickly for you when for Newt the day was bloody endless. But for all the other boys it was time to celebrate. Indeed, with each new arrival an evening around the bonfire was organized, Frypan making the fanciest food - within the means of the glade - that he could and Gally preparing his home-made alcohol the famous mead. Thomas' arrival would be no exception so bonfire night it'll be. Everyone was sitting with their circle of friends so you found yourself sitting on logs with Gally, Minho, Newt and of course the newcomer - to Newt's displeasure - Thomas. Don't get him wrong, he thought Thomas was a really nice guy and all but when he was near you, his mind was clouded by jealousy and he was afraid he would lose you to Thomas who was much more courageous than he was when it comes to you.

Gally made us taste a new version of his mead recipe and I took the glass he offered me drinking it in one go "Gally... this is really strong really good but really strong do you think they'll be able to handle it ?" I asked him as he passed a glass to Thomas which he drank just as quickly "Fucking hell this is burnin' the hell outa me !" the new greenie screamed before Gally even got a chance to answer me. We all laughed even Minho who was on the floor totally drunk. Newt, as for him looked at me, he had tasted Gally's mead but not enough to be drunk, he wanted to talk to you but he was waiting for the right moment.

But of course fucking Thomas had to lazily wrap his arm around your shoulder before leaning over and whispering something in your ear, you looked briefly at Newt and chuckled nervously at his stare. Thomas was right he was looking at you with a deep gaze. Thomas told you to talk to him to which you shook your head and faced him. He frowned everyone described you as the badass, the tough girl of the group and you couldn't go talk to Newt... unless... "Wait you love him ?" you blushed furiously ( My stupid white skin can't blush so it's weird for me to write this lmao ) "Oh no I can't believe it so this is why he was staring at me like he wanted to kill me" he barks out a laugh before getting up and lifting you by the shoulders. And just when Newt thought he couldn't see any redder, he saw him push you towards him "I think you both need to talk" Thomas said. Newt got up and blame it on the alcohol if you want, he felt brave enough to ask you to follow him. It was now or never.

So you walked away from the group behind the forest in a kind of plain that is hollow in one place. Convenient to lie down in if needed. "So what were we supposed to talk about-" you began before being cut off by Newt who sounded a bit on the edge "Do you like Thomas ?" it sounded almost accusatory.

"I beg your pardon I only know him from today and-" you tried to answer but he cut you off again and it was getting on your nerves "It's not what you were letting on-"

"Am I not allowed to have friends here ?!?" you started to sound pissed.

"Not the one you bloody touch all day !"

You took a step towards him you were smaller but you didn't care "And why's that ?" you dared to ask.

"Because you don't touch me that way" his voice died when he realized what he had just said.

Your eyes widened at this leaving you speechless, you saw him wave his hands and take a few steps back as he pulled away. Your ability to speak returned and your legs brought you back to his side "Maybe because I'd like to touch you in another way Newt" you sternly said. The badass was back hell yeah.

He gulped at that holding back a groan, he turned red in the stillness of the night and you took the initiative by getting on your tiptoes to kiss him.

He responded after realizing what was happening, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. At the same time you both bent your heads to deepen the kiss leading to your noses to colide. You both chuckled and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth slowly backing you up towards the nearest tree. Once leaning against it, he put his hands under your thighs carrying you between him and the tree. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you could feel him against you and it was driving you mad. He grunted at the friction and pulled his head back slightly so he could look you in the eye. "Are you sure this is what you want Love ? We can stop here I won't love you less-"

You freed yourself from his grip and pushed him against the tree, rubbing against him as you said this "Do you think I'm here because I don't want too greenie" you smirked.

...

"After all, Thomas' arrival was not such a bad thing" thought Newt as he watched your form lying in the grass looking at the hickeys he made on your neck. Little did he know you were thinking the exact same about the ones you made on him.

A/n : I hope you liked it and thank you for following me into my madness 😂 Feel free to request me things 💜💛

Taglist : @malfoyscamander , @cl0vr , @ilovemanypeople , @glossy1pearl ( guys sorry for tagging you here as well if you only wanted to be tagged for the Fantastic Beast ones - let me know if it’s the case )

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marcymcgee · 5 months

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Friendly reminder for people that are a little bit to tensed by the current or previous drama on purgatory May i recommend you a little break, perhaps a calm video of asmr or kitten/puppy/lizard/bird that are being cute ? Maybe a good stretch and glass of fresh water away from your device. and for the people that are still being ansgty about all this i'll say a more crude : go touch some grass buddy, it's a cube game /etoiles voice/ anyway Love ya all ! Be nice !<3

#qsmp #qsmp bolas #qsmp soulfire #qsmp purgatory #go touch the grass buddy it's not gonna bite you #it might just be a bit wet if it's raining around you tho #qsmp neg #qsmp discourse

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tmntseparatedaucompetition · 9 months

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Should Rise as a whole be considered a Separated au? Because originally in the third season, the turtles were going to get two extra sisters. Actually nvm probably not because we never actually got the two extra sisters!

Anon you're gonna regret asking this.

This post is going to be rambly but the short answer is yes. Whilst there isn't alot of stuff to prove the existence of the sisters, there still is evidence none-the-less.

SO, I'm going to start with my definition of a separated AU: A separated au is where at least one turtle is raised separately from the others to a point where it makes a difference in how the turtles interact with eachother.

This would be appicable to the original plan for rottmnt because one of the sisters (Sister A) was going to be raised by Draxum to be his bodyguard then ended up in a different dimension and went a bit insane. The other sister (Frida (renamed from Venus de Milo?)) is Big Mama's Assistant and shes serious. idk why i explaied this (i wanted to)

Back to evidence, Ron Corcillo and maybe someone else have confirmed that the lost turtles are the boys' sisters. Plus evidence can be found in "Goyles, Goyles, Goyles" but I couldn't find the exact screenshot I was looking for.

If I were to be honest, I was somewhat expecting someone to submit rottmnt as a competitor. The only thing I can really think of is that the sisters (in the show) can't be in an au because its canon but woulod that then consider canon as the og au.

Now a complication I think of is if the sisters aren't turtles, do you consider them as a separated au. Personally, I would consider it to be a sep au as long as they are considered siblings. It is confirmed that they are turtles but I think of the possiblity since Big Mama's Assitant doesn't look very turtle-y to me but that could be because of alot of reasons

Under the cut my thoughts on if other iterations are separated aus because i think about this alot.

Batman vs. TMNT movies doesn't seem to be a separated au, they were just on vacation to Gotham from what I can tell.

In IDW, Raph was separated from the rest of the boys for a bit and it did impact their relations some so maybe. I haven't read that arc so I'm unsure how long Raph was gone. It also begs the question, was he surviving circumstances or was he being raised in some way. I think there is a certain age for separated aus vs like kidnapped aus or smth.

For 2012, my ansgty self likes to consider it a separated au because Miwa/Karai is the child of Splinter but then was raised by the Shredder. Then she realized familial love and was like seeya to the Shredder (i havent finished the series yet).

In Next Mutation, I guess its technically a separated au because the turtles were separated from Venus when they were mutated but they also used that the turtles "aren't biologically related maybe" to use Venus as a romance plot (Venus deserved better fr).

I was going to add more but then I forgor so heres these ones.

TDLR: every tmnt iteration is a separated au if you believe hard enough <3

#this ask made me go absolutely feral #mod leaf replies #anon #i read the entirety of the qna thing on twitter and it was a goldmine for learning about the girls #im still currently gathering information about the sisters tho #im so sorry anon that i didnt respond to this eariler but i was busy #prime comp

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jaytoons7 · 1 year

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Day 13: Nightmares

I told ya I had ansgty ideas for these two. After Shifted Timeline, Both Dave and Burt suffer from nightmares.

Dave's happen more frequently (For obvious reasons) and are a bit more fuzzy on details, Although the most common ones are with him being stuck somewhere with no way out.

He doesn't want to be alone after these types of nightmares, So he usually goes to Burt. Dave feels reluctant to talk about them, Expecting them to be dismissed as dumb or silly (Which he's unfortunately used to). But Burt would reassure him that they aren't dumb or silly, And he'll always be there to help him get through it.

Speaking of Burt, He doesn't have nightmares as often as Dave does. But when he does have them, Oh boy... Burt's nightmares are a lot more vivid than Dave's.

The exact cause of these nightmares and what they are would spoil stuff for Shifted Timeline, But I will say some of them are guilt induced. More specifically, He feels guilty that he couldn't help Dave out of his situation sooner (Although doing so might've gotten them both in trouble).

After he wakes up from these, Burt will become an absolute wreck. He's usually good at hiding his emotions, But those nightmares are just too much for him. He'll apologize to Dave over and over again, About how he should've helped him sooner, How he made so many bad decisions, and how he deserves so much better than him.

Dave would try and reassure him that he isn't mad at him and that Burt was doing the best he could (If anything, Dave was more upset at Henry for a while for constantly getting him into these messes), But it wouldn't exactly be easy...

They both still have a ton of healing to do, But at least they can help each other get through the harder days.

(Also the cats are there because they love their owners and are also very worried about them)

#stickmintines2023 #the henry stickmin collection #thsc #burt curtis #dave panpa #curtipan #my doodles

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kiltongrammarwriter94 · 2 months

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Debating a writing a bit, where Reader is Becca Bell’s childhood friend, grows up along side her and sees the dysfunction, sees the cold face of Jason bell, how something just isn’t right with Andie bell. Might indulge myself with this fic. It’s going to get ansgty.

#agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #andie bell #Becca bell.#Andie bell x fem reader #becca bell x fem reader #Jason bell

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kingofangst · 4 months

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Chapter 5 Teaser

"-Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."

"-Since when did you became Einstein?"

"-Since when were you so interested of my input on the matter? I presumed humans were nescient."

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!!! 🎄🎄🎄🎅🏽🎅🏽🎅🏽🎁🎁🎁❄️❄️❄️ I am here to unleash a teaser of Chapter 5 of my Teen Wolf series: The Wings Of An Enigmatic. I know it has been a couple of months since I last posted anything regarding this series but not to worry I am committed to writing this series out for my readers.

This teaser is just a nice and heartwarming flashback of Seraph's and Isaac's childhos for the upcoming ansgty moment in Isaac's point of view after Seraph's vehement comment in the last chapter. So as a long wait, here is the teaser of a sweet childhood memory of how they met, with Matt as the bridge of that extension and his inclusion of being another childhood friend.

Tagging: @rhyslahey @thiamsxbitch @isaac-not-isaac @unsanedes @phantomraeken @mmoosen

@rhyslahey this is my Christmas gift to you. Enjoy🎄🎄🎁🎁

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(Flashback - 10 years ago…)

Shouts and chatters of kids in the colorful classroom felt a tad bit intimidating. The lemon and oak scent permeated the classroom, filling his nostrils while the sun illuminated the room. Despite him being ironically the tallest 6-year-old in the 1st Grade, seeing so many of them playing, coloring a crayon book, being rowdy with each other as sneakers and chairs squeaked on the waxed tiled floors, made little Isaac feel smaller. The only reassurance is that he sees Matt drawing a picture and absentmindly talking with someone…another kid with light sunkissed skin…who was creating a vertically shaped masterpiece of Lego blocks vividly styled as a building to have foundation and support. The kid beside the intricate puzzles of blocks was someone that Matt became friends with this weekend.

Isaac takes a closer look at the kid and he notices how orderly and noble the kid is acting. With combed hair, tailored white long sleeve button down shirt, followed by black dress shorts, white ribbed calf socks, and black loafers. He looked like a kid who was a genius combined with the flair and fashion sense of a 1940’s child. A rich kid in basic terms.

“Isaac! Hey Isaac!” The excited tone of Matt reached his hears, standing up abruptly to see him. “Come quick, there’s someone you gotta meet!” The little grubby hands grabs Isaac’s much softer ones, dragging him forward towards the genius-like child. “Isaac, meet my new friend, Seraph. Seraph, this is Isaac, my best friend since daycare!” Matt’s cheerful declaration did not solve the newfound nervousness Isaac developed as the kid, Seraph, stares at him with gray eyes. Gray eyes that held mystery in them, that looked cold and aloof, that could literally scare a kid and have them scram immediately. Yet the innocence in them was visible and they were shining with curiosity. How did Matt become friends with this one?

The ambient noise of mindless chatter and cheers from the other kids served as the contrasting backdrop of the uncomfortable silence between Isaac and this debonair kid. A pin drop could have resonated loudly between them. Seraph’s eyes seemingly judging him, eyeing him like he was an experiment that needed to be tested. Seraph lets out a small puff of air, and then he parts his lips.

“So you’re the best friend that Matthew here excitedly chatted about and wanted me to meet? I do find your bravery and choice of friends admirable and intriguing.” The professional and intelligent tone of the boy was unbelievable. How did this kid talk like that? No, why did this kid talk like that? He is speaking as if he were a full-sized adult, it baffled and spooked Isaac. “I also wanted to meet you as well and request if I can be your friend too. Can I…Isaac?”

Despite Seraph’s confident tone, he senses a slight uncertainty at the end of his question, along with the innocence lacing the child’s voice, as if Seraph felt like he was scaring him away. He wasn’t scaring him, in fact he was captivated by the way Seraph was talking and…whatever Seraph was building, which looks like a three-dimensional construction of a building that is entirely made out of lego. Not a single impairment within the foundation.

“I am sorry, but if I am scaring you Isaac, then I understand if you do not wish for me to be your friend-”

“Wait, Seraph-”

“Um no! No y-you aren’t scaring me…it’s just that Matt here is the only friend I really talk to…” Isaac trails off in shyness, kicking his feet on the tiled floor. “I don’t really talk to the other kids in this class.”

“I see,” Seraph hums, pausing at the playful atmosphere before him. His eyes scatter to see the different kids that are of their ages, playing with toys, stuffed animals, etc. Isaac felt that Seraph was different. He saw that Seraph was different, by the way he looked, the way he spoke, the way those gray eyes observed the room like a hawk. He was very perceptive and for someone who is 6 years old, already advanced and ahead of himself, Matt and the rest of the class. “I suppose we find ourselves in similar circumstances, both not forging connections with our peers or engaging in social interactions within our class, excluding Matt of course.”

The unexpected combination of this kid’s appearance coupled with the swift and adult-like articulation of his words left Isaac puzzled. Just what kind of 1st Grader talks like that? It did make Isaac more interested in the well dressed child who now has his hands folded neatly on his desk surveying the scene before him.

“Yeah Zac, um Seraph talks like that alot and while it does sound weird, this is his way of talking to other people.” Matt butts in, his face contorting a odd expression. The privileged youngster tilts his head in confusion.

“It’s the way I present myself and communicate. Is there something wrong with my wording and how I converse?” Seraph asks, and despite how sharp and voidless his gray eyes were perceiving to be, Isaac could see hints of nervousness in those orbs. The dapper boy looked composed and concealed with a flair of affluence and suave, yet he could sense just how odd and out of place Seraph felt, just like Isaac.

“My name’s Isaac, which Matt already told you but just in case y-you forgot. Nice to meet you, and I wanna become friends with you too.” Isaac holds out his hand for a shake, a dopey smile on his lips. Seraph looks at the hand, then up to Isaac’s face, before eyeing his hand again. Then he glances back up and suddenly there is a sight to behold in front of him. To Isaac at first, he though kids like Seraph would never laugh and smile due to their aloofness and callous nature. But Seraph’s faint smile is an anomaly Isaac witnesses, but the most peculiar thing was how bright Seraph’s eyes seem to be from this. He could have also sworn he saw the child’s eyes give out an aqua blue hue within them before shifting back to gray, but he couldn’t tell. Maybe that was the sun’s reflection in the room and it did that to his eyes. Seraph shakes the former’s hand with that faint smile being replayed over and over.

“Seraph Kingfisher. Even though by now, Matthew here must have relayed you my legal entity already but I am merely letting you know who I am at your request of friendship and getting to know you. After all, you and I are alike when it involves anti-social tendencies.” Seraph explains too much for Isaac’s brain to process.

“You forgot about me being here, too.”

“My apologies, and let’s not forget Matthew. In this particular sense, you serve as the bridge to our new friendship and the expansion of a broader, diplomatic relationship to me and Isaac’s emerging friendship, contributing to your more social disposition.” Seraph replies to Matt’s jest.

“Sometimes I wonder how do you talk like that.”

“My parents raised me with class and manners. It’s proper etiquette, and a sense of code for respect and to treat others the way you want to be treated,” Isaac could only stare at how dutiful and respectful Seraph is with the intelligent and proper language he spoke with the inclusion of professional body language. Seraph was like a walking book of knowledge.

“Is something amiss, Isaac? You seem quite parched and dazed.” Seraph’s straightforward question startles the young curly haired boy.

“Oh no—it’s nothing. It’s just…I am kind of happy you don’t see me as a kid who is a little taller than most of the kids here. And…I am happy we’re friends now.” Isaac stammers out, gaining confidence in at the end of his sentence.

“So am I Isaac, and no there is nothing wrong with you being a tall 6-year-old. To me, I concur that you have been born with blessed genes that make you an able body person.” Seraph compliments, gazing at him softly. “While Matt here is artistic and sociable. An ambivert with a curious and thoughtful personality.”

That compliment made Matt shuffle his feet, a sight Isaac only sees when Matt gets shy or embarrassed. “Um thank you, Seraph.”

Isaac returns his gaze back to the affluent elementary kid, who is now switching the Lego between the hand constructed building. There was something about Seraph that made him admiring and cool to look at. Was it how he was dressed? His posture? How he was easily able to build a Lego building in real world detail? The way he was speaking to him? He didn’t know, nor could he make an accurate decision on what he felt, but all he did know was that he didn’t want to separate from Seraph. He wanted to be best friends with Seraph just like he’s best friends with Matt. Because he can see just how different Seraph was from the others.

Pursing his lips together, Isaac sits beside Seraph. “Can I…play with the Lego? Help you build this building?” His voice comes out soft and shy, despite having just become friends with him 5 minutes ago.

The boy in question glances at Isaac, his gray eyes boring into Isaac’s blue ones, with a gentle gaze that held a touch of bewilderment, contrasting how sharp and cutthroat they looked. It suddenly dawned on him that he might be treading on delicate grounds, the perplexed expression from Seraph signalling a possible misstep in their evolving rapport.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked if you wanted to play with me if you wanted to play-”

“No,” The interjection of Seraph cuts off his next words, “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never had anyone inquire or offer to build something with me, and that is the reason.”

He nods at the former’s response slowly, before his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Not even Matt? I mean I know he likes to draw but he’s friendly to ask.” He points to their friend who shrugs.

“I am not really good with Legos, or building something huge like Seraph’s building here.” It’s Matt’s response that Isaac hears. He hears the other kid shuffle in their seat. “Perhaps I can teach you, Matt.”

Seraph speaks to the aforementioned boy who glances back. “I can even help teach you as well Isaac so that you can be able to build impressive toy architects such as this example.” The other two boys look at Seraph in awe, as if they have just seen a video game on the window-sill and as if it’s calling their names to purchase it.

“Sure, I wanna learn how to build!”

“Um, I guess so…I mean will it be hard to build it because…” The shy boy trails off looking at Seraph’s design, “mines isn’t gonna come out like yours.”

“That is the exact reason why I stated I will teach you how to build a complete lego set.” Seraph sends him a wry grin, snickering while finding Isaac’s boldness entertaining. Isaac’s cheeks flush in embarrassment at his words.

“There is a saying: practice makes perfect. Hence, I will be helping you, so you can learn and master how to build a three-dimensional building, such as my design concept.” The intellectual words, followed by a formal tone of proper punctuation echoes to both Isaac and Matt. Well more Isaac. He sees just how amazing his new friend is, even wanting to teach him how to build a set of blocks just for fun.

Three 6 year-olds in their own world, learning from their new friend on how to build an actual building out of legos. To everyone else, they were just playing blocks. But to Isaac, it was a new friendship, a bond that felt warm, contrasting the icy gray eyes of his new friend. He was never good at making friends honestly speaking, his introverted personality made things difficult since he was in daycare with Matt, who became his first friend out of sheer courage.

But Seraph…he was different. Different than any kid in the 1st grade, and it wasn’t because how he dressed, it’s how quiet but observant he was, how smart yet proper he was, how intimidating yet soft he was, and he could have easily said no to him for playing. But…he didn’t, he even surprised Isaac by saying he never had anyone asked him to play with him or build with him before, and to many other kids in their classroom he looked frightening because of his eyes and stone cold face, but not to Isaac.

To 6 year-old, introverted and shy Isaac, he was mysterious and alluring. Plus, he gave Isaac something he never had before: confidence. Because he never would think he’d be in this kid’s presence without feeling shy and scared by his icy looks of condemnation and judgement, but here he is, smiling and laughing with Seraph who is sitting between him and Matt.

And…6 year-old Seraph was sporting a smile of his own. Isaac once again turns his head to the former. “Hey, can I call you Raph instead?”

Now, it was Seraph’s turn to be surprised. Isaac though he stepped too far again and taking advantage of his newfound friendship.

“Yes, you may call me Raph, a shortened version of my name.” The aforementioned kid just continues to shock and impress Isaac more and more. “Only if I can request to call you Zac.”

Isaac smiles at that nickname that Matt gives him, now being asked by Seraph. “Deal.”

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SO, what did you guys think? Now you see how Isaac and Seraph know each-other. Don't worry, that will not be the last moment of their flashbacks and I have a lot of build up for these two and their close friendship that is parting on the seams. Will they get back that golden friendship? Only time will tell? Also, I wonder if anyone was able to see the hint of Seraph's eyes being reflected by the Sun within a milisecond from Isaac's pov.

Thank you so much for reading and chapter 5 will be posted this Wednesday. I will also create a Masterlist for this series to make finding the chapters easier.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅🎅🎁🎁🎁❄️❄️❄️

#teen wolf #isaac lahey #matt daehler #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf au #oc #seraph kingfisher #teen wolf fic #the wings of an enigmatic series #twoae #chapter 5 excerpt #teaser

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naoko-world · 2 years

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OK so today we're August 7 and it's Isabela's birthday! I really wanted to do something for that day, especially since I like Isabela a lot. I just didn't know what exactly.

In the end I wrote that big ficlet, almost a OneShot, with Baby Isabela at the moment she came to be.

At the end of the month I'm posting the same with Dolores! More ansgty though while this one is fluff.

Enjoy! And Happy birthday Isabela!

You can also find it on Ao3!

No warning, fluff, a bit of angst.

Agustín's point of view.

812 words

Isabela is born!

Synopsis: On that day of August 7, Julieta Madrigal gave birth to the very first Madrigal grandchild, Isabela. Here is the story of how everyone was so excited and hopeful for what will be the golden child.

In the Encanto, inside of the Madrigal's house, on August 7. That day, babies' cries got themselves heard, announcing the big news: Julieta finally gave birth to her baby, a girl she and her husband called Isabela.

Agustín had been with her for the work, helping and giving her support for the hardest parts of the process. They got Abuela's help too, who then called the rest of the family from outside Julieta's room when the baby had stopped crying and had been fed.

They all hurried into the room, starting to fawn over the girl when seeing her, claiming how pretty she was.

"She has Julieta's eyes!"

"Look at her cheeks!"

"His nose is adorable!"

And so on, making Agustín smile with pride added to the happiness he was now feeling. Now Abuela would stop saying Julieta could have made a better choice! He could see on her face she indeed stopped thinking that, which made Agustín feel incredibly satisfied with himself.

Suddenly, with a bit of shyness and anxiety worrying Agustín, Bruno asked his sister "Can I...um...hold her?"

"Wha- No! Sorry Bru-"

She yawned, showing how exhausted she was, making Agustín feel ashamed. He hasn't been thinking about his wife's well-being! How could he? He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her to entice her to lean on him, which she did with bliss.

He then felt Bruno's expression saddening, hearing him mumbling "Yeah of course. I understand, a baby is fragile and I could make her fall or something worse."

"It's not that, Bruno", Agustín assured him. "But I and Julieta trained with Alma to learn how to carry a baby and even we aren't sure we won't mess it up. Julieta is simply not at ease with someone else carrying her baby."

Bruno smiled sadly, showing an understanding look that Agustín knew meant he actually understood.

In a clear attempt to change the topic, Pepa rubbed her tummy, saying enthusiastically "I hope mine will be a girl as pretty as this one! Can't wait for the day I'll give birth too!"

"Statistically it's improbable", noticed Bruno with a raised eyebrow while Agustín was praying for him to stop speaking. "Especially since the genes won't be the same, both girls won't look the sa-"

He got interrupted by Pepa's stare, Agustín ready to assume he was pretty used to his sister's face change. She obviously didn't look happy about her brother's reasoning, confirmed by a cloud appearing above her head, lightning already starting to appear in it.

"Thanks Bruno, I was in a good mood and it's all ruined!"

"Cool down Pepi!" interrupted Félix with a smile before it could go farther. "I'm sure Bruno didn't mean it badly."

Bruno nodded, hiding in his oversized ruana with scared eyes. Agustín wanted to go support him, reassuring him like he did pretty often, but he couldn't leave his wife's side if he didn't want both her and the baby to fall. So he watched as Félix managed to calm his wife down while Bruno was making himself low in shame.

This is the moment Alma chose to hope, keeping her eyes on Isabela with an appreciative look "She's indeed so pretty! A perfect little baby girl who'll surely become a perfect grown woman."

Then, with a thoughtful look and a smile, she added, "I wonder what her gift will be! Surely something as pretty and perfect as her, like flowers or even music without needing instruments."

Hearing her talking, Agustín couldn't help but shiver. It was basically nothing, she only said something even he was thinking of. A bit. Something in him however was telling him to run with his wife and baby, and hide a few years away from Casita.

But they couldn't do that! They were at home at Casita. Besides, it was completely natural to think about Isabela's future gift. He was hoping for his girl to get a gift that would make her the happiest on earth, something she'll love doing. Even if she didn't get a gift, as long as she was happy he would be glad for her.

"Bruno!" called Alma while turning to her son. "Let's look into her future, I wanna see what gift she'll get."

"I'm not sure mamá", Bruno argued nervously. "What if it's not something you would like to see? I mean-"

"Bruno." she interrupted him.

They locked eyes, Alma staring at him with a mysterious look making him lower himself a bit more, hesitating. Agustín could tell Bruno really didn't want to use his gift. Alma could probably too since she sighed, understanding, conceding "I guess. Do as you want I gu-"

"I'll do it."

"Oh...Perfect!"

With a smile, she followed him out of the room. Agustín turned back his eyes toward his wife, thinking he probably should be careful in the future.

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blissfali · 1 year

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Ohi still gotta write a formal apology to my math teacher.for being kind of a dick to him. And eat my subway. he didnttell me to write it but i need to cuz Ive been a bit of an ansgty teen in his class.and i need to make up for it

#Regular people just say Sorry <- im not regular people #I Have a hard time expressing my feelings verbally its so much easier 2 WRITE ON COLD HARD PAPER!!!#I feel bad. For how i kinda treat him . He only kinda deserves it but not to that extent

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hi!! I just read the new chapter of sleep awake and I'm just like, photosynthesizing?? Because it was so good and it kept me on edge the whole time?? /pos

like I'm in love with how you write the reader because they're so unique and the way they've grown is just incredible. You see them go from not living for themselves *to* finally living for themselves, if that makes sense. It was just so obvious that the reader just needed a certain "push" so that they can grow into their own person and so many people has helped them do that and it's just so sweet to see the reader like make friends with everyone and start living for themselves y'know. I love the reader's friendships with everyone and most importantly Kokichi and the reader's relationship. I love how everyone around them just kinda like sees that something is going on between them especially that one scene where Shuichi finds the reader in the library after the whole korekiyo trial. (sorry just tryna make this spoiler free as best as I can-) I just adore this book sm. The lastest chapter was so nerve racking because I was just like "oh god what if kokichi comes back and sees reader-" but Luckily that didn't happen- I love that the reader also came up with a plan on their own because that's just so girlboss of them. I will admit though that I am very scared about the upcoming trials especially with chapter 4, 5, and 6 because there's just gonna be so much happening and I'm excited to see how the reader is gonna react to it all, especially chapter 4 but man let me tell you how pumped I am for chapter 5 for obvious reasons. I don't know if you plan on changing that trial up but it doesn't matter because it's gonna be so fucking good and like I said before, seeing the reader react to it all is always gonna be on my mind and I can't wait to see how it all ends. I always remember you saying you were gonna change up chapter 6 which is also gonna be in my mind too because that's something that's obviously gonna make me on the edge of my seat. Oh and I can't forget about the aftermath of the game too, that's gonna be fucking exciting to see as well. Anyways this book has made me love Kokichi even more than I already do and now I'm kinda starting to like Kaito more too. Oh and I can't help but think about how Kokichi is feeling as well, especially after korekiyo's trial, we all know Kokichi hates killing but since *Spoilers* the reader did it in self defense you can't exactly blame them, and im sure Kokichi knows that. If the reader didn't fight back they would've been killed and I'm sure that Kokichi wouldn't want that either, which is why his feelings are probably all like "jsjsjfjsjdjcndb" if that makes sense- and the reader is to conflicted about their feelings, not only for Kokichi but also for their whole plan and stuff. My theory is that if everything stays the same in chapter 5, they're gonna finally realize their feelings for Kokichi. (which is ansgty but yolo-) because in the story they get asked if they like Kokichi but you don't see the reader really giving a yes or no answer, which is why I think they're confused, and they also mentioned that they never liked anyone in that way before which is also gonna make you confused once you actually do start catching feelings for a person. I just can't get over how amazingly written they're dynamic is and I can't wait to see more of them together. And writing this while listening to "I won't say I'm in love" is giving me a bit of kokichi x reader vibes-

Anwyays again I'm sorry for ranting again, I'm the one who asked if kokichi was the love interest in the story and that was also the night I spent reading it all which was a very fun way to spend my night. I don't really feel comfortable with turning off anonymous so I was wondering if you do things like *insert emoji* anon like I've seen other blogs do-? I'm still a bit new to Tumblr-

oh wow, thank u so so much. i just. wow. this comment is os long n in depth im gna try to respond to everything u have said!!

the reader in this story is like. unspeakably important to me because in a lot of ways they represent myself and the kind of journey i wish that i could realistically go through. i dont wanna get too deep into it or make it angsty but i will say that a lot of the stuff they struggle w reflects my own state of mind a lot of the time n i justttt. find it very comforting n overwhelming that their struggle resonates with u too. im very glad their journey seemed somewhat poignant to you, because i rly did put a lot of work into make it realistic and cathartic.

im super super excited for the second half of this story!! i have a fuckton of ideas bouncing around that i really need to nail down and start making a plan that isn't just a skeleton plot but im mainly focused on chapter four for now? i will definitely say that the end of chapter four will be a major turning point for the story, in terms of the reader and their relationships with everybody. and without spoiling anything the end of chapter four and chapter five has the potential to be the darkest the story has ever gone imo? idk if i'm decided on what EXACTLY is going to happen but yeah, it'll be pretty messed up im sure.

you're pretty spot on with kokichi's feelings for the reader regarding after korekiyo's trial. he's basically in the midst of a major conflict and i guess undergoing the kind of ephiphany he never really had to face in the game? we know that he detests killing and sees it pretty unanimously as indefensible, which IS a fairly naive mindset in the grand scheme of things (which is why i love kaito calling kokichi naive in chapter two and kokichi just being. fucking flabbergasted. because as much as he is smart and perceptive he IS kind of naive in the sense of moral compass). it's also theorised that kokichi let himself die in chapter 5 because he couldn't rly cope with the guilt of what he did to gonta and miu which is maybe something i'm going to touch on a little? idk, some of the brilliance of his character relies on the ambiguity of it. so we will see.

but pretty much, there was nobody kokichi truly trusted in the real game. shuichi was the closest but even then it couldn't have been worth much, kokichi never went to him for help or told him any of his real plan, his ultimate hamartia and cause of his downfall. BUT of course the reader has become that for him, they are probably the closest he has gotten to trusting anybody in this game and he's shown his hand to them a lot and grown to genuinely care for them, and now they have in his eyes done the worst thing imaginable. so he's in a place of trying to reconcile that i think. i know he's been fairly absent for a couple of chapters but this storyline of how he's feeling will get a lot of clarity pretty soon, i pinky promise!

obviously i will not comment on chapter five in the interest of spoilers but i can also confirm that reader is also super confused about their own feelings. personally a symptom (???) of my own autism is conflating platonic and romantic feelings. on top of that, it's probably the furthest thing from their mind, plus with how much kokichi puzzles them, PLUS the fact that they have nothing to really compare it to having never liked anybody romantically? yeah it's not looking good brev.

PLEASE don't apologise for rambling!! i rly thoroughly enjoyed reading this n i've been thinking abt it a lot for the past few days trying to write up an answer to do it justice. i rly hope ur seeing this and that ur having a lovely lovely day!! and also yeah i do emoji anons, the only taken ones I THINK are 🦋 and 🐇 so u can pick anything u like my lovely <33 i hope to see u in my inbox again sometime soon!!

#dear venus.#🏚.sleep awake

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yumoirail · 2 years

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Hi! I’ve been following you for a while but I don’t think I’ve ever told you how absolutely beautiful your art is!!💕 I really love your style and you really make the characters justice! It just makes me happy to look at!

After seeing your little ship list the other day I was wondering if maybe you had any recommendations for fanfics with Itadori/Junpei or Okkotsu/Inumaki you wanna share? No pressure though!😊

YOU'RE SO SWEET ;_;

Thank you so much oh my god dghfidbgfnjdgf im sobbing this is so nice to hear ;_; <3<3<3<33 Im so glad you enjoy my art even though i post like every few weeks djgfgdfg

AND YES OFC I HAVE A FEW I CAN RECOMMEND!!

I have both sfw and nsfw, but ill offer the sfw just in case:

ItaJun :

This one is so so good, heartbreaking, and just jdfgyhdbgfkidbgfdgf [-]

full angst, pain, tears [https://archiveofourown.org/works/28451205]

MORE PAIN AND ANGST [https://archiveofourown.org/works/31040075]

I was about to recommend this one when i noticed you might be the writer of this fic [https://archiveofourown.org/works/33440530] IS AN ABSOLUTE FAVORITE, SO SO SWEET, TO ANYONE WHO SEES THIS, READ THIS ONE, IS SO SO CUTE.

Plz this one too dfjgbhdfg [https://archiveofourown.org/works/33189739]

AAA THIS ONEEE TOOOOO, IS SO GOODDD https://archiveofourown.org/works/34134103] fav, absolute fav

Ansgty, fluffy, heart-wreaking, this one is from a friend of mine and GOD IS IT GOOD [https://archiveofourown.org/works/33847750]

Inuokko:

THIS ONE HERE THO, THE DRAMA, THE ANGST, THE FLUFF, THE LOVE, THE EVERYTHING [https://archiveofourown.org/works/30319407/chapters/74734182]

This one is really funny, light-hearted and just full of misunderstandings as a side dish [https://archiveofourown.org/works/30582590]

Another sweet one, little bits of angst and fluffy [https://archiveofourown.org/works/30394818/chapters/74935173]

This one is sPICY, JEALOUSY EVERYWHERE [https://archiveofourown.org/works/30369342]

Love, all love [https://archiveofourown.org/works/33470881]

I commissioned my friend for this one djfgbhdgf Is a Itajun/Inuokko OT4 thingy, GOD I SCREAMED SO MUCH [https://archiveofourown.org/works/38153515]

I have so many more but this reply is getting really long jdgfhdngdfg

#HEHEHEHE #i have more but ya know #too long of a list #all my bedtime stories dhfbgdhbfg

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prettydeada · 2 years

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I had a bit of a mood drop. Gonna take a nap

But is anyone interested in a hateship? Im feeling ansgty.

#tw violence #mobile posts

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neon-moon-beam · 2 years

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Adding “PLA” to tumblr savior to see if that helps filter more.

I’ve already blocked things for angst and alternate universes, but I just don’t care to see things related to PLA fan content very much. It’s starting to make me feel a bit anxious because I worry they won’t send him back* and it really feels like the odds of finding content that isn’t just...sad, or unhinged/sadistic (wTF about Emmet says that!?) is too low.

I really only care about 5th Gen Submas, and hopefully will have a better time when they revisit 5th Gen, or if they put them in another game that either resolves or disregards PLA.

If I go to any cons this summer, I’m actually worried that if I indicate I’m a fan of Submas, I will get people basically acting like tumblr (wanting to discuss ansgty content with me). I hope that’s not the case and people are chill. Or aside from buying merch that happens to be some of their Pokemon (Chandelure is one of my favorite Pokemon and I’ve come to like Joltik), it will all be PLA-related merch. It’s like in the past you’d be lucky to find merch at all, and now I’m wondering if it will be like there’s merch, but you’d be lucky to find non-PLA related merch.

I’m just really looking forward to things moving past PLA, both the series itself (Scarlet and Violet are probably only about 6 months away now), and just being able to find content of Submas that hasn’t been hijacked by an angsty bandwagon. Which...I’m not saying everyone has done that, and I’m aware some people have been fans since 5th Gen was the most recent and like angst. I’m talking about people who jumped on Submas because they heard “new sad blorbo dropped” and couldn’t be arsed about him (or in some cases the Pokemon series) before and won’t be arsed about him if he gets a happy ending/will move on if Pokemon drops another potential sad s*xyman, are fetishizing emotional pain and mental unwellness (Ingo looking sad and disheveled is NOT a glow up!), etc. Angst art was always there, though it had no basis in the games and was easier to avoid. Now that there’s a sad situation, people who would not have cared otherwise are basically screaming over everyone else now. I don’t even want to use the tumblr app right now because aside from it being broken, I don’t have a way to block everything I don’t want to see the way I do on desktop.

*I think the chances of 5th Gen being revisited and Ingo just being there with no references to PLA is very high. I think the chances of them not explaining anything and just leaving PLA as it is with Dawn/Lucas and Ingo OK in their present times is high.

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flydotnet · 7 months

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Warm Like Birthday Candles

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

A light piece, both in tone and word count, considering it's Whumptober and all. My original plan was actually a fic codenamed """Ultramarine Blue""" that was going to be an ansgty sickfic and a sort of romantic version of a story I wrote in 2021 for my (current, jfc) BTHB card, "Feverish Reflections". I do somewhat ccry the loss of how I'd have been able to use "They don't care about you"… but also, I knew this story was always going to also serve as my 2023 birthday fic for the original blorbo, Tachimukai. And you know what? This time, the angsty-ass sickfic didn't work for me. I wanted to be gentle, for once.

I kind of skipped over Whumptober 2022 and a 2022 edition of the yearly Tachi fic, so this year, he gets to have a bit of a cold, but also to have a badass GF; and I think it's good enough. I may just write Ultramarine Blue later down the line; but for this October 2nd, it's happy birthday and nothing else.

So, happy birthday, Tachimukai. I may not be waxing the hell out of my author's notes like I did four years ago, but be assured, you're still the one fictional character I'll defend to the very end. (Which not even Matsuyama gets to have, may I add, because I sadly have to acknowledge his canon - and it's clearly not as generous as Inazuma's).

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Warm Like Birthday Candles

Summary: Haruna's boyfriend is a lot of things: he's caring, he's clever, he's the sweetest man you could dream of… and he's also stupidly stubborn, not unlike her. Well, it takes a stubborn idiot to tame another, she supposes.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (post-canon)

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here!

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“I’m fine Haruna, I swear!”

“Nu-huh, you’ve been feeling weird for days, it’s time you lie down a little and let yourself rest!”

Yuuki sighs, his lips perked up but his eyebrows creased.

“I still have class to do today,” he replies with a cough barely smothered inside his throat. “I don’t wanna let them down.”

She crosses her arms and puffs up her chest. Man, he can be so infuriating sometimes…

“Your students can wait until you’re not sick anymore. You’ve been dragging this cold on for long enough!”

He looks so conflicted, from up there, even through the red splotches of his cheeks and the slight haze of a low-grade fever.

“But… I mean…”

“If you drag this on for much longer, you’ll just make it worse. Plus, look on the bright side, it means staying home on your special day!”

He looks, as always whenever this is the case, utterly unconvinced. In fact, his expression is closer to that of a betrayed man than of a man to whom she’d have just told “see, it’s your birthday, and you don’t even have to work during it! Isn’t that cool?”. This man is going to be the end of her, someday, she’s sure of it.

(Yet even if he turns out to be so, she’ll still be happy that he is her epilogue. They put up with each other so much, he’s worth the hassle of being an unstoppable force pit against an unmoveable object).

((Well, there’s a very good reason why he used to be a goalkeeper – and why he was the best one ever too)).

“It’s not really an excuse, isn’t it?” He coughs into his fist. “The birthday, I mean.”

“That implies your cold is a good enough excuse, doesn’t it?”

He sighs, congestion stifling the noise.

“You’re never going to let me go to work, will you?” He asks back, suddenly resigned.

“If I can have a word about it, absolutely not! Now, let’s just chill on the couch for a bit and I can order us lunch.”

“I don’t even feel this sick, Haruna, this just sounds like overkill.”

She squints her eyes and clicks her tongue.

“Hmph. Let’s see if that holds true, then!” She points to the nearest armchair. “Take a seat.”

“I’m gonna be late to work, Haruna.”

“And I’ll make it quick, so take a seat and stop resisting your fate!”

In spite of his conflicted expression, he chuckles.

“Fine, fine.”

Once she’s made sure he’s actually going to stay seated, she rushes to their bathroom. One glance at the inside of the cabinet and she finds it: the sole thermometer in the whole apartment, ready to be used. With a swift rinse of its end, it’s ready to use, and just as fast as she left the living room, she comes back to it.

With a confident stride, she walks up to him, proudly displaying her tool. He’s focused on the screen of his phone up until he finally notices she’s back. Took him long enough.

“Open up,” she orders.

Yuuki opens his mouth, but not as instructed. She still uses it as an opportunity.

“Sorry,” she continues, “it’s a bit under-handed, I know.”

They both stare at the thing until it beeps, at which point he can finally talk again.

“Please don’t do that again,” is the first thing that exits his mouth.

“38.3,” she quickly snaps back. “I’m pretty sure that’s more than yesterday, and also, a bad enough temperature to take a day off to rest. Knowing you, you’ve overcompensated the previous days.”

As if on cue, he coughs.

“You really aren’t going to let me go to work,” he sighs again, this time wth a smile.

“Nope! So take it easy and unwind, I’m taking care of everything today.”

He glances left and right, before giving a knowing look.

“Or else?”

“Or else I’m calling Tsunami.”

That’s enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“You’re ready for anything, as always.”

“I just know you!”

She puts the thermometer away on the nearby coffee table, then lowers herself just to face him. He looks utterly dejected, which doesn’t come unexpected to her: you can’t just ask a workaholic to let go of his duty and expect him to take it well. She isn’t too different, in that regard, after all.

Despite his painfully obvious displeasure with the turn of events, he takes back his phone, scrolls a bit and starts a call. A couple minutes later, he’s promised to see a doctor so he has a certificate to give and he’s officially gotten the day off.

“I should actually do that. I mean, see a doctor,” he immediately states right afterwards.

She climbs up on him, cupping his cheeks with her hands.

“That I agree with. It’s time you take care of yourself!”

He smiles at this, eyes squinting just enough to be ridiculously endearing.

“You shouldn’t be so close to my face; you’ll end up catching it too.”

“If I’ve not caught it by now, then I just won’t!” She leans back to let him cough into his elbow. “But that visit to the doctor is a good idea. It’ll make you feel a bit better once you’ve got the right medicine in.” She sighs, this time to herself. “Talk about your special day, huh. Having to go to the doctor and stuff.”

“To be fair, you’re the one who’s always made it special. I didn’t really pay muchc attention to my birthday before we started dating.”

“You can’t say that to me and pretend like Tsunami didn’t do the heavy lifting!”

“Okay, okay, you’re right: Tsunami and you made it special.”

“That’s better. What do you want to do, now?”

“Well, let’s knock the doctor visit down, and then we can… We can just relax, I guess.”

The words may be foreign to his tongue, but they make her happy to hear.

“That’s a good plan, yes! A quick go, a drop by the pharmacy, and we can make this day as good as can be, okay?”

“Okay.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.2 #thermometer #inazuma eleven #fic #harutachi #otp: the beginning of spring

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