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narukoibito · 2 years

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i & m!?

OMG TUMBLR WHYYYYY. So I was 90% done writing my response and then it refreshed. Uggggh okay, starting over.

But thank you for the ask and your patience! ❤️

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Okay, I am an angst glutton (with a happy ending, but I can handle pure angst too), and my guilt pleasure is amnesia. You get to experience losing someone without actually losing them, missing someone who is right in front of you, intense yearning, and falling in love all over again.

Though recently, I discovered a new trope I didn't KNOW I was super into, which is temporary character death. Like, wait, you get the pure, pure angst of a major character dying...BUT THEN THEY COME BACK?! AHHHH sign me up! (Miraculous Ladybug is so the place for this trope— @wackus-bonkus-maximus I AM TOTALLY LOOKING AT YOU — but I digress.)

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

ADHKGKSL too many. I found an excel I created in May '21 and I had 27 WIPs. That's right, 27. Then I hit a major wall in writing that I am still in the slow process of crawling out of. I actually have a few more ideas percolating, but I really, truly have no idea if I will be able to get to them. But here are some of my top desired really really would love to write one day:

when the smoke clears (amnesia!Ginny fic)

my crazy Harry traveling to alt dimension ideas (both Someone Else's Life and The Other-Boy-Who-Lived)

St. Mungos, since feeling is first who pays attention and Muggle FWB - three different stories; healer!Ginny au, missed moments as Ginny's feelings for Harry develop over the years, and yet another FWB story idea but they're Muggles and it's still angsty/yearning but very different feel in my head

Muggle!Harry/witch!Ginny idea and he's a part time librarian haha

But I also have some bizarre other ideas that just DID things to my brain when it came to me, but this one I reallllly want to write and it'd totally be super niche and maybe have 1 reader (@theroomofreq who I've braindumped this on before):

It would be a Miraculous Ladybug/Harry Potter crossover, where Adrien Agreste is a pureblood transfer student from Beauxbatons. It's the year after the Goblet of Fire, and everyone is on pins and needles, and of course, his father won't explain why exactly he decided to uproot them to Hogwarts (has nothing to do with Voldemort's supposed resurgence, right?). His father expects him like all those in his family to be sorted into Slytherin. Of course, he's in for a surprise when Adrien is sorted into Hufflepuff.

It would be the slowest burn (over snippets from year 5+) in the world because the end ship is Adrien/Ginny (what?! yeah, but wait, listen...). Why I am loving this ship is that Adrien's perfection triggers Ginny's PTSD because huh, who else was the last perfect seeming boy she met? And, I mean, we all know Adrien's type is a BAMF, and who fits the bill more than Ginny? And ugh, Gryffindor/Hufflepuff dynamic is something I'm itching to explore!

It's the slow, painful, unlikely friendship they build over time as they all figure out how to fight the war from within the castle walls during Deathly Hallows (eventually), Adrien longing for Marinette, his "missing" Muggleborn friend from Beauxbatons, Ginny missing and worrying about Harry. And uh, yeah, I don't even know if I should spoil the rest but it's just a lot of fragments in my head that I'd have to do because of course I'm a hardcore Hinny shipper and love Marinette/Adrien, and well, yeah, clearly I haven't thought about this story at all.

Haha, if you want me to ramble more, feel free to send me more Fanfic Asks or anything else!

#foreverginvra #ask games #haha oh man #i was super indulgent with my response #it was fun #but painful that i had to write it twice #fanfic asks

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allfortzu · 10 months

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i'll carry the moon and stars, i'll carry you and me

-- jihyo / tzuyu. 1.4k - light angst, fluff - hurt/comfort, light mentions of blood // MEN DNI.

tzuyu goes home to jihyo.

it’s late at night and pouring outside, a constant static of crashing cascades instead of rhythmic patters.

jihyo still finds it calming, though. there’s always been something about the simultaneous state of disarray and comforting orderliness that came with storms and thunder.

it also meant she had an excuse to curl up under a blanket and watch every movie she’d been neglecting. not that she needed one, but it was always nice to have.

a little mundane for a detective, maybe, but some mundanity has always been needed to balance out a life like hers.

peace in chaos, if you will.

comforting orderliness in states of disarray.

so, jihyo picks out her most comfortable pyjamas, and makes the best cup of tea she knows how to make – which only consists of choosing the most expensive brand of tea she has and actually boiling water instead of microwaving, but such is life.

she’s still humming and waiting for the kettle to sound when her doorbell rings, a barely discernible ding in the storm.

she pads her way from her kitchen to the living room, right up the entrance of her house. it’s too dark outside to see anything through the peephole, so she opens the slightest crack in her blinds.

the light from inside spills out, and the outline of a familiar figure is illuminated.

jihyo opens the door instantly. instinctual, immediate.

“tzuyu?”

tzuyu looks up at the sound, and jihyo’s chest tightens.

her cheeks are smeared with blood, gaze weak and lidded. her suit is ripped and there’s splashes of dirt and more blood over her usually stark white button up. everything is drenched in the downpour. her clothes drip with rain.

tzuyu’s voice is painfully soft.

she opens her mouth but nothing comes out, the rain drowning out every syllable.

but jihyo hears her clearly.

she knows when tzuyu says –

“jihyo unnie.”

jihyo’s heart shatters.

she wants to tug tzuyu in by the wrist and ask her every question in her mind – what happened, are you okay, who did this – but tzuyu takes a single step in, and she loses all strength.

“tzuyu!”

jihyo surges forward; without thinking, without hesitance.

tzuyu falls right into her arms.

boneless, completely weak.

the rain from her clothes soak through jihyo’s pyjamas, she’s piercingly cold to the touch. jihyo feels her tremble, meek and shivering. every breath she takes comes out shakily, every exhale barely there.

jihyo’s never realised just how small tzuyu is, finding solace in her arms.

it hurts terribly to see.

maybe it’s the adrenaline, or pure determination – but jihyo hoists tzuyu up with everything she has, carries her unfalteringly until they reach her shower.

she sets tzuyu down and hurriedly pushes her damp blazer off; clenches her teeth at the sight of more blood revealed on the sleeves of tzuyu's white shirt.

"who the hell did this, tzu?" jihyo seethes, pulling a towel off the rack and wrapping tzuyu up. "what happened?"

"i don't know…" tzuyu says weakly, clutching at the towel and curling into herself for warmth. "some other gang– "

then, softer; shakier, "sorry… you– you were the only person i could think of."

jihyo pulls tzuyu into her arms as tight as she's able to, presses tzuyu into her shoulder, cheek to temple.

she's still worried sick, but at least tzuyu's conscious and speaking.

at least tzuyu's here with her.

"are you hurt anywhere?" jihyo's voice cracks, pained. she lifts tzuyu's head gently to cup her face, caressing a thumb over her cheekbones and looking over the wounds. "... is this your blood?"

tzuyu doesn't say anything, just looks at jihyo, eyes watery and lips pursed.

"oh, baby," jihyo mutters.

she realises, tzuyu's not so much shaking from the cold than shaking from whatever happened to her before all this.

she's scared.

jihyo decides her questions can wait.

"take a shower, i'll get you a set of clothes," she says, stroking tzuyu's cheek one last time and laying her palms on tzuyu's knees. "okay?"

tzuyu catches jihyo's wrist before she stands up; whispers, "stay with me?"

her fingertips are still freezing, so jihyo adjusts her hold until her hands are covering tzuyu’s. just a little warmth.

“okay,” she raises their hands up to her lips, presses a kiss to tzuyu’s knuckles. “i’ll get us clothes.”

jihyo has seen her fair share of blood and slashes, but peeling tzuyu’s soaked red clothes off still makes her wince. tzuyu sucks in a sharp breath at times, some wounds a little more tender than others.

the most obvious ones are gashes below her ribs and another on her thigh, then bruises here and there. there’s more blood on her jaw, but jihyo can’t tell if they’re tzuyu’s or someone else's.

tzuyu stays close the entire shower, and jihyo focuses on washing her hair first. she kneads the shampoo into tzuyu’s head gently, massages her fingers into her scalp and detangles whatever she can.

the shower adds on to the rain outside; it’s loud in tzuyu’s ears, a mess of sounds.

tzuyu clenches her fists, lets jihyo work her fingers through her hair despite the sensitivity of water passing over her wounds.

she tries to focus on jihyo’s eyes – dark brown, then golden when the light catches them just right. they’re distracted and darting, cautious and wary, but soft around the edges, fading into black at the rim of her irises.

it becomes apparent that the blood on tzuyu's face isn't tzuyu's own. jihyo doesn't know if she should be worried or relieved.

she cleans tzuyu's wounds in the shower, too, gently rinsing the cuts with warm water. tzuyu flinches whenever jihyo dabs at it, whimpering and shaking softly.

jihyo intertwines her free hand with tzuyu’s, squeezing reassuringly. “just a little more, tzu.”

tzuyu squeezes back, eyes closed.

for the most part, jihyo's voice is soothing enough to help her endure the pain.

"this part won't hurt, don't worry."

she rests her head on jihyo's shoulder still, and jihyo tries not to ache too much at the feeling of tzuyu tearing up, holding her breath throughout.

the gashes don't look deep, so jihyo places a gauze dressing over them and settles with wrapping tzuyu up in bandages.

"can you walk?" jihyo asks, scratching lightly at tzuyu's scalp and running a thumb over the shell of her ear.

tzuyu nods, releasing the breath she was holding. she uses jihyo as leverage to stand up, but shifts most of her weight on her uninjured leg.

jihyo stands with her, letting tzuyu hold on to her shoulders as they dress.

"thank you," tzuyu says, slipping jihyo's oversized t-shirt on.

it fits just right when she wears it, and it smells perfectly of jihyo.

"sorry," she adds. "i won't– "

"don't be," jihyo cuts in. "i know it's a given for… what you do."

she curves her palm around tzuyu's jaw gently, almost as if she's afraid of hurting tzuyu. tzuyu can't help but turn her head to nuzzle into the touch.

"just come to me, okay? any time," jihyo continues, stroking tzuyu's face. "i'm always here. i'll always, always open the door for you. i'll do all of this again if you ever need it. remember that."

tzuyu nods. "i know."

she places a hand over jihyo's, kisses her palm.

remembers the storm outside, how she staggered through the downpour with barely any conscience, light-headed from the fight. she'd shown up at jihyo's house naturally; an innate desire to just want to be with jihyo.

there was nowhere else she’d rather have gone.

tzuyu wakes up in jihyo’s arms at dawn, turns her head to check if jihyo’s awake.

jihyo has tossed all the blankets over tzuyu, she knows tzuyu runs cold. she has one hand over the part of tzuyu’s abdomen that had been injured, and the other plays with tzuyu’s hair idly.

“i have to go to work,” she says, seeing that tzuyu had awoken. her voice is low and raspy in the morning. “will you stay?”

tzuyu hums, stretches until she can curl an arm around jihyo’s waist. “can i?”

she's still sore, and every move sends a sharp pain to the gashes. but it's better. better than if she were alone.

“always." jihyo kisses her temple.

she leans down again to brush tzuyu’s hair aside, presses another kiss to her forehead. “i have to get a few urgent things sorted at the office, but i’ll be home quickly, okay?”

tzuyu smiles. “i’ll be here.”

where else would she go?

the rain had stopped sometime in the night.

she’s warm, she’s safe.

and she’s with jihyo.

even if tzuyu is chaos in all her ways, jihyo is peace.

i'm sure this would've been a much nicer read if i'd wrote some backstory for them, but i couldn't get this particular scene out of my mind 🤧 it's meant to be detective!hyo / vigilante!tzu! is the suit part of tzuyu's vigilante get-up or is it just bc i find it hot? who knows <3 you can tell ttt crime scene 2 did a number on me

anyways, thank you for reading!!! i really loved writing this one, and i really hope you enjoyed it! interactions truly truly appreciated <3

#twice imagines #jihyo x tzuyu #twice fluff #twice angst #park jihyo #chou tzuyu #jitzu #but very light angst!#angst written simply to give rise to a fluffier ending <3 #title very very vaguely inspired from 披星戴月的想你 by 告五人 (accusefive)#the vibe of their songs in general fits very well here too!! highly recommend! theyre one of my favs :)#i wanted to write a datzu sick fic but everything felt too similar to “in pain in love” so ive put that aside until i forget ipil 🙏#and new gradient!! for angst fics 😁#would be ideal if i had the mental strength to make this a series and seriously flesh all these out #maybe one day #twice fics

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franeridan · 7 months

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i KNOW that oda is aware he's drawn some extremely gorgeous ladies since he obviously does that on purpose (though i believe he's unaware of just how beautiful some ladies he's drawn that stray too far from his usual model are), but I'm, like, pretty much convinced he has absolutely no clue he's also drawn some of the most good looking manga dudes out there. I'm sure he has no idea. He puts down lines and then he's like "???? why are people so obsessed with this guy he has barely shown up ever????" while we're all sitting here going heart eyes or whatever. It's been twenty-six years maybe it's time for him to get on with the program. It's like his experience with benn and ace in the very beginning taught him absolutely nothing

#all due respect to benn's actor in the la but he's the reason why I'm sure oda knows nothing #benn is THE og one piece sexyman how could oda do that to him in the la #in the very first volumes he got submerged by questions about him and he was like “why do you guys love him so much”#cause you made him hot and cool oda keep up!!!!#but he has not kept up #tragic truly #does oda know mihawk is one of the hottest guys ever appeared on jump?#is he aware crocodile makes heads spin?#did he know what he was doing when he drew ace? sabo???#zoro's post timeskip design?????#bet he drew smoker and didn't think he was doing something insane for even a minute....#90% convinced he thought he was drawing just a random hobo when he drew shanks #didn't think twice about iceburg the absolute FREAK #i need to stop i could keep writing names for the rest of my tags space and still have a hundred left #i DO know he knows exactly what hes doing when he draws law though #im sure he had no plans for it but the moment he drew him the first time he was like oh 👀 this guy's gonna do numbers #AND HE WAS RIGHT #katakuri has me in pain btw i just know oda has no idea.... he thought he tricked us all with the whole mouth and eating thing.......#well jokes on you my man we're all freaks in this corner of the world!!!!

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my-current-obsession · 11 months

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My hyper-specific type when it comes to otome guys:

- Absolutely pathetic - Cannot speak to a girl normally to save his life - Tries to be calm/aloof, but turns tsundere when flustered enough - A good and pure man at heart, yet does some questionable things - ...Little Red Riding Hood???

#heart fragment #taisho x alice #otome #doofenshmirtz voice: if i had a nickel for every time i fell in love with a video game guy heavily associated to little red riding hood...#..i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice!#i made this post basically as a way to announce i played heart fragment recently. and uh. it's REALLY GOOD #i probably do love clive the most (and i was immediately interested/biased considering his similarities to Red) but...#the rest of the cast is great too! I ADORE shannon and i am beyond ready to figure out what jasper's deal is #and honestly i'm into the mystery and the strained family relationship aspects too. just great writing all around even beyond the romances #this is one of Those Games that messes with you and the more you play it the more it sneaks new creepy stuff in #whatever the hell is going on with inigo in the dreams is unsettling. and i love it.#but seriously i'd recommend this to any otome fan and ESPECIALLY taiali fans considering the similarities go far beyond just this #you like fairy tales? you like exploring psychological issues and trauma? this is the game for you #also you can date guys AND girls which is a rare treat! again - i LOVE shannon. i just... love clive even more #but to be fair i think the hangup is that no matter what you're very close and friendly with shannon #so even if you don't romance her you still have a great relationship with her regardless #meanwhile with clive he's starting as a stranger and you basically have to be a jerk to him or blow him off which hurts my heart #and also clive seems to fall kind of fast and hard for you so the relationship developing in a romantic direction just feels. right IMO #i can accept being just besties with shannon (even though I definitely still love her romance outcomes)#but it pains me to spurn clive's affections #on an unrelated note i do intend to post my thoughts (basically a review) of winter's wish: spirits of edo #but i want to finish getting the sorrow endings for CGs and lore which means a second run through several routes

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aurorangen · 1 year

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He hugged her first 🥰

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #postcard legacy #postcard gen 2 #i wish i knew or had time to create poses #its a pain trying to find but im still happy how this scene turned out #bryce reichmann #leilani kahananui by duusheen #i wanted to post twice today if a post doesnt show then SPOILERS #i love them together <33 he's taking his time to realise things #and im getting a bit more confident with writing dialogue now!

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candyredappledragon · 3 months

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[ Intermission ] ( or whatever the heck it is. Anyway, it's long. Fair warning. )

Before Kieran can get a word in on what happened. Even though he barely remembers anything at all. Carmine instead grabbed him and started shaking him like a ragdoll.

"C-Carmine sttooop. I'm gonnaa throw up if you keep doing t-this." Kieran yelped, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Well maybe you should start talking— oh my Arceus. You look terrible." Carmine said with closer inspection, she stopped shaking him and put him on his bed.

Kieran couldn't sit up too long so he just fell back to his bed with a plop. All of that just made his headache feel even worse.

"I-I've...been told." He mumbled.

"Well whoever said that is darn right! You look like you've been haunted by a malevolent Gengar for centuries!" Carmine balled up her fists in anger then huffed in annoyance relaxing her hands. She looked over at the Altaria. "And what's with this Pokémon?"

"..Uhm....she was b-babysitting me?" Kieran looked away sheepishly.

Carmine rolled her eyes at that response. "Well I can see why."

"...h-hey."

She looked over at Kieran. He looked wear for worse and his pupils were dilated. Carmine grabbed Kieran again and positioned him correctly on the bed. He felt a bit light. She lets out an annoyed sigh.

'Yup, he's been skipping meals alright.'

Kieran was avoiding eye contact with Carmine and she knew something was up already. Even if he couldn't move his body that much it was a tell tale sign regardless. She covered him with his blanket carefully.

She'll have to give him an earful when he's better. Right now he needs help and that's what matters.

"Kiki, are you sick? You have some kind of purple tint on your face."

"I fe..feel really sick.. it hurts." Kieran said quietly.

Carmine had to process that. His brother is poisoned. How did he get poisoned? He's always so careful with poison type Pokemon. Especially with his Gliscor unlike that one time. This doesn't really make sense but he needs to get rid of the poison quick.

"I'll get you medicine. Just don't do anything, alright?"

"O-okay.."

She checked all over the kitchen but no luck. Not even a single Pecha and Lum berry in sight. Just those two alone. Heck, they usually have antidotes too just in case. Rarely touched at all but they're gone as well.

'That's really weird. We usually stock up on berries and medicine for these cases.' Carmine thought in question. Then she remembered she had some in her fanny pack from her waist.

She grabbed the two Pecha berries from it and went over to the squeezer to make the juice. Pouring it in a cup she walked over to her brother's bedroom.

She sat down beside him and helped him sit up. How he looked made Carmine's blood boil. Whoever did this is going to pay.

—

After giving him some medicine and the things he needed, Kieran finally fell asleep soundly. Furret was laying down beside him really close. Carmine let out a sigh of relief.

Kieran wasn't really himself but that's something to deal with later. She might as well clean up his room a bit. Thankfully the shiny Altaria was gone the dragon type was watching her every move. It was a bit creepy to say the least.

Carmine noticed that the Ogerpon plushie Kieran had on the shelf was missing. He really treasured that plushie since Florian gave it to him. It was his favorite of course. The one on his desk is different from the gifted Ogerpon plushie.

Things certainly aren't adding up. Did someone just break into their home just to target Kieran or what? Was Kieran afraid to fight back? Though she knew deep down her little brother has a soft heart. He doesn't want to hurt anyone let alone their feelings. That's the last thing he wanted to do anyway even if the person was mean to him.

Well whatever IT was has another thing coming anyway. She glanced at her brother for a few seconds. Might as well explain this to her grandparents about the situation and probably ask Amarys for help later.

—

A day has passed and it was already afternoon in Kitakami. One more day before Florian's visit. Kieran stirred awake slowly opening his eyes only to be met with another pair of eyes. It was Furret. He yelped in surprise from that.

"F-Furret? I've never seen you this excited?" Kieran said, sitting up Furret started climbing all over him in giddy while chirping happily.

"Hey— haha stop that. That tickles!"

"Well, well, well look who finally woke up." Carmine was leaning against Kieran's bedroom doorframe with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"S-sis? Did you come here early?" Kieran asked in surprise, grabbing Furret and putting the Pokémon beside him.

"No, I was here about a day or two ago. I found you passed out on the floor, mister sleep depriver." She put her hands on her hips giving him a look. That was a lie but she wanted to make sure just in case.

"Ahah uhm..well. Oops?" Kieran shrugged innocently.

"Uhuh, anyway do you even remember what happened before you passed out?" Carmine asked, hoping he does remember something at least even if it isn't much.

"Hmm let me think. I was running around in town doing errands for the villagers then went back home for dinner." Kieran shook his head. "Not sure why but after that it was a blur. I might've just passed out or something like you said."

Carmine bit her lip in thought. Well that's not good. Something very much definitely happened with him.

"Did something happen orrr?" Kieran asked with concern.

She gave him a reassuring small smile. "Other than the fact you were passed out on the floor like the nerd you are. No not really. You were pretty much out for a while."

"Hey.. the nerd part was uncalled for, sis."

"Really? Remind me again who stays up late at night studying about the competitive scene and reading books till dawn?" Carmine asked smugly.

"Well..."

"Mhmm go on. I'm listening."

Kieran opened his mouth then closed it, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Never mind..."

"Yeah you better have nothing to refute that fact, nerd. Especially when you're skipping meals." She said sternly.

He stared at her in shock then started playing with his bangs while looking away.

"Kiki you better not do it again. You don't want me to tell Amarys to give you a lecture because of this now do you." She raised her eyebrow looking at him.

"Please Arceus no.. Anything but that."

"And if you do it two times... I will tell Florian." Carmine grinned.

"Noooo!! I won't skip meals please don't tell him!" Kieran pleaded.

"Alright, I won't."

Kieran let out a sigh of relief.

"Not yet that is. Anyway, lunch is ready." Carmine walked away from the bedroom.

"Aw man...." Kieran muttered sadly.

#text post #rotomblr #long post #//ooc: Once again I hate Tumblr mobile. 💖 I had to rewrite twice. Pain.#//I hope my writing is okay. AFSGXGSGC writing struggle real.#// don't mind the tag. Trust.#The Lonely Peach Arc

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