#fic: small world

[mylittleredgirl]

i realized this definition is missing from my mental glossary, and instead of just asking what it means, i'm making a poll!

none of this has to be an x-reader situation if you engage with your favorite characters in a different way! if you know what it means but don't have one of your own you can still answer with your definition, but i also included an i don't know option at the bottom.

if you have more than one & it's different for different characters i'd love to hear about it and get more confused!!

#polls #there's a strong representation of 'people who call julian bashir their comfort character' on my dash and i don't know if it's like #he's a good doctor and i want a good doctor to take care of me or that people relate to his struggles and want to comfort him... #this is only tangentially about my new obsession with margaret mash (i think) #but i did notice that the two fics i've written so far were about her receiving small moments of comfort in a Harsh World #and when i was young and in a Harsh World i used to imagine characters taking care of me or write self-inserts for that #but now if i had to write myself into a fic as an overpowered oc i would want my powers to let me take care of everyone else

[edwards-exploit]

These were some of the thoughts Thomas had sometimes felt in his very worst and blackest moods. He’d always shoved them aside. And tonight of all nights, he didn’t want them spoken into being.  Nor had he ever expected they would be spoken into being by Edward. 

everyone go read @mean-scarlet-deceiver's Small World if you like Timelines That Went Wrong

#live from tidmouth #creative on the mainline #thomas the tank engine #thomas & friends #thomas and friends #ttte thomas #ttte edward #edward the blue engine #fic fanart #<- yeah sure #genuinely small world is a very good insight of the fallout of It's A Splendid Life from FutureRust but its the fallout of the bad timeline #things are so different and yet.... #and of course i drew the scene with edward and thomas. because i love edward and thomas' dynamic #well i think i rambled enough

[meta-squash]

It's not a specific direction in the script, but I think one of the most important little details from early season 1 is Jack's reaction in the immediate aftermath of Estelle's death.

For a moment he allows himself to hold her and mourn, and then he stands up and physically pushes down the pain and grief. We watch him start tearful, with a twisted grimace on his face, and then he stands, crookedly, and breathes in and then out and straightens himself slowly, his expression forcibly changing into something more neutral. We seem him make himself push it all down and away and compartmentalize or simply repress.

The next scene is him talking about Estelle to Gwen, about how much he loved her, and it's obvious he's still very shaken. He gulps down his drink and seems to be almost shaking. But it's not the horrible devastated expression of earlier.

It's important because it allows this understanding and glimpse of what Jack has probably gone through over and over in his time on earth. We get to see just how deeply affected he is. But we also get to see the ways in which his role as leader and also his immortality force him to hide his grief or push it away. We see him do exactly that and yet we also see how much it affects his decisions afterward.

I like it because it establishes this kind of reaction/coping mechanism fairly early in the series. Jack has to keep going. He has literally no choice. Not only is he leader (and therefore assumes he can't show weakness or whatever) but he is immortal, and he has to be able to keep going despite losing everyone he loves. Because he can't not. There's nothing he can do. Which means that similar behavior later on in the series is not unusual or cold-hearted or a surprise. It's just how he has to be in order to keep going.

#can you tell I'm writing the Small Worlds section of this Jack fic lol #torchwood #torchwood meta

[kanene-yaaay]

He started it!

Kanene's notes: I think my brain is no longer able to grasp what a 'quick, small fic' is kjhgfdfghjjhgvjhgf somebody this was supposed to be just a small drabble but the cuteness broke me. Somebody save me from the Dogday brain rot please somebody save me...

But anyway! Can't say when I will be able to post again, college just started and so my days are going to be very full :') Still! Hope you all like this!

Warnings: Plenty of raspberries, nibbles and teasy nicknames. Around 3,500 words. Ticklish!Dogday and Ler!Reader. Other than that, nothing, this is pure tooth-rooting fluff. Rip da boi. Also! Once again, I'm obsessed w Felix's writing style where the dialogues and narration are mingled together so all the hugs and thank you's to her :D

[~*~]

Dogday had started it.

Of course it was him. Just like a ray of sunshine, your own personal star, shining and chasing the dark shadows away, he did and now there was no other way this could’ve played out. 

“A-angel, please!” His voice glitched, getting lower at the end of his plea, however immediately growing higher again as giggles began filling the space, crackling and buzzing in both despair and delight. “Think about what you’re about to do!”

You hummed and smiled at his squeal, fond and sweet and absolutely devilishly as you remembered how this entire game began.

Every single corner of this factory was dangerous. Even so, there were hostile places where any kind of sound, whisper or even a poorly suppressed gasp could attract the worst kind of attention and immediately break in pieces the fragile peace that warily followed you and Dogday in your path. At the time, you both had been walking through one of these areas for far too long, bathed by complete silence, careful to keep your steps silent and with an alerted kind of tension clinging to your form with each passing second. 

That was when, for some reason, Dogday decided that enough was enough. It was his moment to shine.

Where even did the idea come from? Has he been bored?  

“You just seemed so stressed!” His tail was wagging so much you could feel the wind it created hitting your legs. An involuntary coo left your mouth at the playful, a tad proud glint in his eyes, which only made his smile bigger and loopier. He tried to tug his hands away to hide his face. Needless to say, it was an unsuccessful attempt. “No, no, no! Don’t!”

Anyway, it had been confusing at first. When the giant sentient toy turned in your direction, making fingerguns with his paws and pretending to be firing at something, you immediately spun around in a quick and swift movement, grabpack and firing hand ready to attack pointing in the same direction as him, eyes searching for the danger he was gesturing. 

… Stopping to think, he did almost laugh at you that moment, didn’t he? You bet that if you both didn’t have to conceal any and every sound his crackles would’ve rang free and joyfully across the whole factory. 

You took an exaggerated deep breath and blew slowly in a faux disappointment, feeling his muscles under you tense and shake with barely concealed titters, a tiny protesting half whine and half plea flying around, his torso squirming.

(Away or closer to the sensations? Both of you knew the answer very well.)

Tsk. You hummed again, only to hear that adorable squeal once more. It took everything to not let him go and dig, to listen those high pitched squeals over and over again and see how many of them you could collect, letting them dance in harmony with his glitching laughter and rumbling chuckles until happiness and joy were the only thing filling his mind and actions, until his smile were wide enough to light up the dark pathway ahead and each tiny, almost imperceptive wiggle, scribble or twitch of your fingers was followed by the lovely, lovely melody of his tickly delight, prompting more and more expectant titters and pleas without you even having to lay a single finger on him.

But the game couldn’t be over so soon. And it was quite fun to see how much giggles you could get even though you weren’t actually doing anything.

(Yet.)

So you pushed down the adoring smile that tried (again) to take over your features and let it morph into a sad expression, slowly shaking your head in a fake disappointment.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a good friend and he almost laughed at you like that… After everything you both have been through, after all the fights and the talks, the hugs and the vents… You see how that is.

“P-please! Angel, just, please!”

No. Nuh-uh. You went back to your previous position, shoving your face in that soft fur. Don’t start with the sugarily sweet nicknames. You were brooding. Moping. Sad. Devastated. Betrayed. In absolute and total pain. There was no angel available right now, please return later.

His only answer was a series of even more glitched squeaks and titters growing stronger and giddier at any second with your silliness, especially when his body involuntarily jumped, already in alert for any attack and still not doing anything to scramble away. 

That could be your fault, but in your humble opinion, it wasn’t very clear. Okay, maybe he couldn’t just bring himself to stop and stand still when you kept using every opportunity to nuzzle and mumble on his belly non stop, easily following his torso and quivering stomach around as he wiggled and squirmed in the same place, trying with all his might to not lose himself already with all the ticklish shocks that bolted across his entire midriff with such a simple action. Words (and teases) continue to fall like waves from your lips.

Maybe he just had been bitten by an awful ticklybug! Who would know?

“There is no tick-” Dogday gasped and snickered when you blew air against his fur again, freezing for a second in preparation for a raspberry that didn’t come. Realizing that, he let his head fall on the floor and trashed even more. He tugged his arms again, playfully growling when you kept your hold firm on them and wiggling even more as he turned to stare back at you, a funny kind of energy and antecipation racing each other in his nerves. “There is no ticklebug! It’s you!!”

Oh well. 

A pity.

Anyway. Back to the story. That had been how everything began. He later explained his idea for the game, when you were able to exchange words again. From that moment, in total random occasions, one of you would make a gesture in the other’s direction and they would have to quickly react to it. In the most silly and unexpected way, preferentially, as long as you didn’t make any sound while at that.

See, Dogday? No sound.

He yapped in protest, letting out a single surprised, an offended yelp at the accusation. “We don’t need to be quiet here. You’re just teasing me!” Dogday’s hands fell to his sides, no longer trying to pry you away, shoulders shaking with every giggle and eyes watching your every action with joy and expectation. 

You keep going.

The playful exchange became a habit between you two at this point, even filling the moments you didn’t exactly need to be quiet. It was a nice way to interact when there were no more words, memories or promises to be exchanged. That is why Dogday didn’t even bat an eye at you when you called his attention by innocently offering both of your hands in his direction, tail lightly wagging as he immediately placed his own paws on yours, a fun, tiny grin appearing on his previously serious and protective expression when you intertwined your fingers.

Which quickly morphed to a wide stare when you locked your grip and jumped on him, bringing both of you to the ground.

So, yeah, Dogday was the one who started it. And now he was trying to shoot his shot again, pulling out the saddest, sweetest puppy eyes in your direction. 

“Angeel, please. Mercy!”

Awww.

(That was a bit adorable, you couldn’t lie. It kind of melted your heart. Just a tiny, little bit.)

(Ok. A lot.)

But that was the thing, Dogday, you were being merciful already. Because if your hands were free, you would give him the entire special attack. You would just claw and knead on that cute, truly adorable tummy, taking some precious time to give your attention to his sides and all the scribbles and scratches to his ribs, being sure to go and tickle aaaall of his favorite, ticklish spots over and over and over again, for as long as he wanted. 

Wouldn’t that be nice? And, of course, during this your hands would be very, very busy, so he would have to keep his arms nice and snug out of the way. But he could do this for you, right? Even if he was laughing and squirming and crackling his heart out, not even pretending to not love every single moment of this game, or that he wanted it to be over any moment soon. 

“Eek! Wait, wait!” 

You grinned. See? That was what not being merciful would be. But, stopping to think, those are not bad ideas at all. He really couldn’t stop getting any more adorable, could he?

“Sweetheart!” He squeaked and shook his head, partially in a way to disperse all the restless energy taking over his body and partially in a hopeless attempt to make his big ears cover his flaming face.

Oh. 

(It was quite endearing, actually, how he didn’t exactly blush. His smile would get wobblier and the light in his eyes fuzzy and lightly trembling all while he couldn’t decided if he tried to hide his face or kept staring at you with a gaze so full of complete trust, an excited desperation conquering all his features… Honestly it was just as crystal clear as if his face got completely taken over by a strong shade of red, truly.)

Your entire demeanor softened. That nickname was a new one.

(You wouldn’t mind listening to it being giggled out like this again in the future.)

You decided to return the favor.

Yes, gigglebug?

For a piece of time, Dogday froze with wide eyes and a slight ‘bzzz’ sound escaped from his voicebox. Then his squirming grew anew, no longer being able to look at your soft gaze and trying to press his dazzling, gigantic smile on his shoulders, now with his entire body bouncing with barely suppressed snickers.

His tail hit the floor with an endless and quick pace of ‘thump thumpthumpthump’. The confusion in your expression immediately gave place to a wicked smirk.

Hm.

Gigglebug?

He jolted with a yelp.

Silly giggly gigglebug?

Dogday snorts and tries to pry his hands away from yours with a bit more energy than before. Still, his efforts were still half heartedly at best. In turn you just hold them a bit tighter, thumbs lightly rubbing the back of his paws as your tipped your head to the side, - not unlike he himself watched you from time to time - chasing his gaze and maybe or maybe not giving his belly a tiny - so quick and small that it was over in less a blink - nibble until he turned back to watch you with wide fuzzy eyes.

Nope. No hiding that beautiful smile, huh?

His ears perked a little bit and his wide eyes captured yours for a moment, then jumped to your kind hands, your amused, playful glare, his defenseless belly, his captured paws, your suspecting eyes and, eventually, your eyes again.

Then, without breaking contant, he shut his mouth, firmly pressing his lips in a tight line as he lowered his head to his shoulder, successfully hiding, indeed, that beautiful smile.

Ah.

You see how that is.

Dogdayy ~

He let out a muffled giggle, only pressing his face even more on his shoulder, turning away from you.

Well, since he was insisting so much…

You discreetly adjusted your position, took a deep breath and immediately attacked his lower belly.

His entire torso spasmed, almost throwing you out of him with the sudden move, a loud peal of laughter instantly filling the air as the horrible, awfully ticklish vibrations fuelled his trashing, the raspberry spreading across every single of his nerves, leaving each and every one of them tingling and buzzing.

Another deep breath. Another long, long raspberry and a crackling squeal was ripped from his voicebox, more and more following suit as you chased every sensitive path of fur non stop, not losing a single opportunity to shake your head to increase the sensations, giggling a bit at how that never failed to glitch his words and bring more squeaks to the lovely melody of his laughter.

You spared a couple of tiny raspberries for his sides, literally feeling how they made him arch his back. That only gave you even more access to plenty of sensitive, ticklish spots that you were more than happy to latch on and tickle as if the future safety of the entire world depended on sending him to a total madness and increasing your collection of “cute-sounds-that-Dogday-does”.

You experimentally began nibbling that spot that connected his back and side, right below his belt, if you were not mistaken this would…

Snorts took over the giant toy and in a blink his back immediately clued back on the floor, torso trying and failing in curling into a defensive ball. The new round of raspberries vibrated across his side and teased his entire ribcage, tickling each bone and nerve. 

Dogday tried to muffle his reactions on his shoulder, but with each nibble, each raspberry, tease and nuzzle he felt his mind getting more and more overpowered by the realization that it tickled. It tickled so, so, so much and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not when his face seemed to be set aflame and his entire body kept getting closer and closer from giving up completely from his squirms and wiggles to let himself succumb to the joyful, insane, funny and fun sensation. Not when his angel kept looking at him with so much amusement and fondness that only succeeded to make him feel even more ticklish and the fact that his giggles weren’t the only ones filling the room made him feel extra silly and made his heart melt with delight. When he was able to just laugh and squeal his heart out, carefree and loud and happy.

How could anyone blame him, then, when he saw with the corner of his eyes you lift your head and so he decided to push his luck more, continuing to hide his big, gigantic, loopy smile.

Ohoho.

So, your dear gigglebug was trying to keep all those sweet reactions away from you, even after you worked so hard for every single one of them? Now, that really wasn’t fair, was it?

You gave him a break, no longer tickling him. Still, having your voice so close made his torso instinctively try to wiggle away, which in itself seemed to only re-alight all the reminiscent tingling on his skin, making the tickly sensation it go back to buzz and dance on his nerves, increasing the phantom tickles, each passing second and taunting word making them feel worse than before. All of this only kept Dogday stuck into an infinite sea of unstoppable, hysterical titters and snickers.

Do you think this is fair at all, gigglebug? 

He shook his head and stopped, then nodded and then shook it again, giving you a glimpse of shiny eyes for a second before it disappeared once more on his fur.

Well, you think this isn’t fair at all. But that is fine. You both can stay here all day long if needed, as long it takes until you get to see that beautiful blushy face and dazzling smile. Yep. That sounds like a good, no, perfect idea! He would love this, right? To keep giggling and laughing and squealing here while being tickled silly forever and ever? 

“Sweheheart!”

Oh! You wonder who said that! It sounded like your dear friend Dogday, but it couldn’t be him, right? No, not really. He was too busy hiding away from his best friend, as it seems.

Aw, that was a pity, truly. He was such a kind, awesome presence in your life. With a personality able to brighten everyone’s life and a trustful companion that was incredibly kind and strong. Always ready to help without a second thought or a blink of an eye, to give a hand, a comforting hug or a remark that would bring you straight to reality. 

Besides, he was kind of cute, too. Like a sweet, excited puppy. He had this loud, booming laughter that, when you got him laughing for long enough, started to descend into a series of crackles that never failed to make him snort and bounce around in joy until his voice box began to glitch in the most endearing and funny way. 

“No more teasing! No more!” Dogday’s titters grew to hysterical high pitched giggles and he scrunched up his neck, trying to best to curl up and disappear as more and more heat spread across his face. His tail would make a hole into the factory’s ground at this rate.

See? It was the most adorably adorable thing, honestly. 

Actually…

You adjusted yourself again and his bubbly giggles developed to chuckles, paws tugging from your grip once again. He knew very well what that tune of yours meant.

You kind of missed listening to his laughter…

And so, with a swift move you freed your hands, fastly shoving them on Dogday’s armpits before he could even react. 

Without wasting a single second, you digged.

A shriek took over every other sound in the place. And then other as you pushed your face right in the middle of his tummy, nibbling and pressing raspberries on it without mercy all while your fingers scratched, scribbled and drummed on his pits with no abandon, nimble fingers dancing on the spot for a few minutes before jumping to other one, to prevent him to get used to the sensation.

Dogday just fell limply on the floor, his shoulders, torso and belly shook with the force of his laughter, and his arms kept jumping from hiding his face to cluing on his sides in a futile attempt to stop the wiggling from worming their way, once more, to his ribs or neck. Each snort, squeal, yelp, snicker, crackle and every other sound swirled freely in the air, especially when a raspberry found a new sensitive spot that even he didn’t know about - since when his collarbone was so ticklish? - and focused all their attention there until all his cute and fun reactions slowed to a string of bubbly, hysterical giggles and his friend went on the look for another sweet tickle spot.

His neck, ribs, armpits, stomach, even his own ears had not been safe from the playful attack. A few pieces of time passed until it slowed to an incredible, horrible kind of soft tickling that led to a series of tittering sniggers to spill from his lips and to a beginning of tears to gather in the corner of his eyes.

At this point, his paws came and gently rested on your hands, engulfing them completely, glimmering eyes finding yours as the light scribbling instinctively squirm lazily from one side to other.

You stopped, entire form melting, the playful smirk plastered on your features losing the sharpness of its corners as a proud fondness took over. You freed one hand to caress the fur of his head, chuckling with drops of amusement and care when he closed his eyes and all his muscles relaxed completely at that, his tail now going back and forth in a tired but content wag. He nuzzled your hand. 

There is it. My beautiful smile.

He groaned, pulling his ears until they covered his face. “Angel… You’re ruthless.”

Hey, it’s not teasing if it’s true!

Another groan. He muttered something under his breath but didn’t shy away from your touch.

The silence fell like a soft blanket on you, bringing to that dark, horrible place a feeling of safety and care that used to be just a pointless, futile dream, before.

(This was nice. Safe.)

Suddenly, two paws flew like a blur of movement in your direction and you felt your entire world tumble and turn upside down. 

You blinked and as your eyes focused, only to find a giant sentient toy who resembled a dog and slowly became your trustful companionship on the last days (hours?) in this factory. Someone you knew that would be right by your side and fight for your safety almost as much as you fought for his.

Although, by the way his mischievous gaze found yours and big arms embraced you in a firm, but still gentle, hug, you must admit you weren’t feeling that safe anymore.

…Dogday?

“No. You’re in friend hug jail. Paying for your friend crimes. You can’t get out.”

You snorted. Glad that you had the sense to start that playful game in the safe area you and Dogday had been clearing and taking care for some time since the ‘You Got To Be a Human and Rest’ episode.

Getting comfortable, you let out a relaxed sigh, snuggling closer, letting your hand softly run on his back in a soft, nice rhythm, not taking too long to feel him melting under the caring touch. 

Well, you may be in jail, but your consciousness was clear.

Dogday had started it.

#Ticklish!Dogday #Lee!Dogday #Ler!Reader #Ler!Player #poppy playtime tickles #poppy playtime tickling #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #DOGDAY IS A DEAR HE DESERVES TO LAUGH AND BE SILLY AND PLAYFUL AND HAPPY OK I COULDN'T HELP IT #I like to imagine that Dogday is all giggles and half pleas and protesting babbles and giddy snickers until he actually gets tickled #then he just let everything else go and start laughing non stop without a single care in the world #if i had a nickel everytime I had to be careful while describing raspberries and nibbles w a character that had trauma related to being- #well- #nibbled on but not in a tickly fun way. I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot. But it's weird that happened twice... #lkjhgfghjkolploijuh anyway!! hope you all have a nice week! take care <3 #xreader #they are both incredibly silly you honor #I was writing another fic where reader and dogday find his own small smiling critter toy version and befriend it but this one will be super #-long and time is scarse so I decided to finish this playful idea here first and then try to write the other when I can #Let's see how that plays out :D

[blackhillverse]

so you want to tell me that after the blip when maria learnt that natasha romanoff, her soulmate, had sacrificed herself for the whole world, she was actually ALONE? that she tried to manage everything on her own and deal with the after-blip chaos without nick’s help? that nick didn’t respond to her messages? THE ANGST PEOPLE, THE ANGST???!!!

#GOD #this woman suffered so much #and she was left alone to deal with it #and also to restore the order in the world at the same time??? #are you fucking kidding me #the FICS #i need ANGST #maria hill will never rest will she #give her a break she is literally holding back tears every time she talks to fury in this small snippet #insane #wicked #maria hill #blackhill #marvel #secret invasion #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

[dogt-eeth]

What if Sails doesn't have another ear, and that's why that bandana is so much shorter than the ear we do see? Cuz Amy's hat does just cover her ear, and it's pretty clearly the same size. But Sails doesn't even have like. A bit sticking out that could imply the ear is just floppy. It's just Flat. What if like. He used to be on a really abusive ship, and they notched it as punishment or put something on it to tag him as a part of their crew, and then when he defected and joined Dread, he begged them to cut it off so he wouldnt have the reminder anymore. Could b cool I think.

Definitely NOT thinking up a very long potential fic abt it. Definitely NOT secretly obsessed with pirates and in love with sci-fi mixed with 1800s boat aesthetics. Definitely NOT secretly a Yo-Ho boy who has been itching to make sci-fi mixed pirate media for a while, and definitely NOT jumping up and down at the prospect of getting to write it all about Tails, my number one favorite Sonic character since I first ever started being a Sonic fan.

#sonic prime wouldve been a lot better if we got way more time exploring the world of each shatterspace. just sayin #sonic prime #sails tails #sails the fox #writing ideas #his ear still wouldnt be perfectly flat. but it would have a significant portion missing so that if it did fold forward it would be so small #that under a bandana it would be impossible to see #for the aesthetic of the fic im thinking Treasure Planet-core

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

In which everyone is all "#LetItBe🙏" while Thomas the Tank Engine and for that matter Gordon is very much all "ummm actually? actually?? #$^#& that #&@*% actually??????"

also featuring Donald's second-best spotlight-stealing scene in the fic. god help me i can't tell this engine 'no'.

#*pilot intercom voice* #'and if you click on the link you can see thomas the tank engine wakening from his AU apathy and thrashing against the bars of his cage' #ttte #thomas the tank engine #fanfic of a fanfic #ttte au #jobeywrites #ttte fic #ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte gordon #the fat controller #ttte donald #ttte toad #small world (ttte fic)

[16ozicedcoffee]

les mis fic writers who write really really great stories about the amis where political organizing is one of/the main plot (especially stories that feature such realistic organizing experiences) i want to give you all a kiss!!!!! many kisses!!!!!!

#i organize in my city with a really small group #we live in a very conservative area #sometimes i think it's too easy to feel like your actions don't make much of a difference #when i find myself feeling overwhelmed by all the things that need to change/burnt out/etc etc #i just read some really good les mis fic with a great organizing plotline and then i'm back at it in my community #it's like oh right #this is why we do it #even when it's hard #even when we feel like we've been working on the same issue forever #even when we feel like nothing we do is enough #this is why we keep trying!!!!!!!! #idk you folks just get it! #and i appreciate the art/work/labor that you are putting out into the world so much!!!

[garfunklefield]

sometimes i think about the fic of light fucking a teacup then dying..

#teacup fic #SMALL PEEPEE #ao3 #the god of the new world has a small weiner #death note au #death note #fanfic #fandom #death note shitpost #l lawliet #light yagami #light yagameme #lawlight #weird fic #interesting fanfiction #garfunklefield shitpost

[sophbun]

shadow: stop crying or the hawks will take you away

baby silver:

#shadow the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #i just read a dadow fic n silver is such a pathetic little guy i love him #hes 5 and hes already seen the horrors of the world but doesnt know what a parameter is #fic is 'The Prodigy' btw #wanted shadow to hug him so bad he needs love or he'll perish hes so small #dadow

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Characters: Atom, Umataro Tenma

Warnings: Major character death, discussion of suicide

Synopsis: After all is said and done and Bora is defeated, Atom contemplates on his second revival, and wonders if there is any place for him in Tenma's life, or if his presence is always bound to hurt them both. He finds his answer as he explores the many ways that Tenma might have lived in a world without Atom.

Author notes: This was somewhat inspired by a discussion from a pluto server that boiled down to "what if Tenma got therapy" and came to the conclusion that Atom simply would never have been built, in that case. I ended up taking a somewhat different approach where it's more about Atom exploring various other ways Tenma could have dealt with Tobio's death, therapy!Tenma just being one iteration.

#naoki urasawa's pluto #tetsuwan atom #astro boy #umataro tenma #my fic #I was originally going to make it longer with more time spent in therapy!tenma's world (since that was the crux of the prompt lol) #but for character reasons it didn't feel like he would want to stay there very long #I might revisit the AU but more from the perspective of Tenma's life and not so much with Atom involved...its just interesting to think abt #but I only had room really for a small glimpse into that world

[marypsue]

I'm gonna say this as a genuine fan of animation and somebody who has been squeeing about ATSV's behind-the-scenes ever since the team started tweeting about how they did it: every single person who said that movie needed a photosensitivity warning was Not Kidding and it's honestly negligent that it didn't have one. I get like one migraine per decade and I had to take a preemptive tylenol as soon as I got back from the theatre because I could already feel one coming on. Thankfully that seemed to take care of it, but if I hadn't known before I went to the movie that it was going to be that much fast, bright, flashing, high-contrast everything for so much of the movie, if I hadn't realised what was going on and been able to medicate for it or I happened to be more sensitive to migraines than I am and hadn't known I'd have to skip this movie, I would've been out of commission for a day or more. And I'm not even epileptic.

#unfortunately the first thing I saw warning about this said. that they just shouldn't have done any of the animation they did. #because it is such a photosensitivity trigger. #and that it was cruel and negligent to not change the animation style completely to remove all the fast high-contrast flashing. #i think. there needs to be room in the world for art that is not accessible to absolutely everyone. even if that sometimes includes me. #but I also think that. when art is likely to be actively harmful. even to a small subset of people. #that people need to be given that information up front. #so that they can make decisions to protect themselves or to mitigate the harm if they decide that experiencing the art is worth it. #put accurate lists of ingredients on food. put accurate tags on fic. #and put accurate warnings on movies that contain a lot of high-contrast flashing.

[coldshrugs]

22 or 42 for sensory prompts? 👀

neon moon

prompt: 22. Neon lights at 1:30am - thanks ash!! pairing: io / estinien (modern AU) word count: 1.3k note: takes place during the roommate years. io is dating mikoto. estinien is definitely not jealous.

At 1 AM, Estinien looks down into the half-finished beer he's nursed for twenty minutes, neon bar signs reflected on its surface. The glass is going warm in his hand as he stares at what's left of the dissipating foam, pretending to count the little clusters of bubbles popping as the minutes pass…

If he looks down, he doesn't have to look up. If he doesn't look up, he can ignore his friends (and hers, but the two groups congealed into one about a year ago) having a good time just on the other side of the bar, gathered around a pool table, trading shots in loosely formed teams. He won't have to grapple with the emotion that twists in his gut each time his eyes land on Io.

His previous therapist would tell him to name the emotion. Estinien makes a list.

Annoyance? Yeah, he is annoyed by the short, bubbly girl sticking to her side like a fucking shadow. He's annoyed at the way they can't seem to keep their PDA to themselves, arms draped over shoulders or around waists. They might as well announce their date to the whole bar and include a footnote about their intentions afterward.

Frustration, there's another. Everyone seems to like her—Mikoto—and he doesn't get it. Io is constantly going on and on about her: "Miko's so smart," "Miko's the sweetest," "Miko's so adorable I could die." Even Aymeric finds her charming, so he can't exactly complain to him.

Dread. Definitely dread, at the next time she'll be in their apartment (probably later tonight), all over Io on the couch, or coming out of her room in the morning to take up space in the kitchen.

Everything about this makes him itch. Better to keep to himself. It'd be a shame to ruin everyone's night.

At half past one, the music shifts from hip hop approaching vintage status, to slow pop ballads as someone new takes over the digital jukebox. Leofard takes a break from manning the bar and sidles over to him.

"You good?" His expression is difficult to read behind his tinted glasses, but something about it is uncomfortably knowing. "You don't look good."

Estinien rolls his eyes. "I'm good. I'm just… not that good." He gestures to his friends without looking.

Leofard glances over, and his irritating smirk looks incredibly punchable right now. Estinien doesn't problem-solve that way anymore, and besides, he's in no place to deny the company since everyone else is determined to be best friends with Io's girlfriend.

"You know," Leo starts, rolling his hand in front of him as he finds the words, "I'm still shocked you and Io are doing this platonic domestic bliss thing. Whatever works, right? Don't tell me there's trouble in paradise."

"There's no trouble." He finishes the last of his room-temperature beer and tips the glass towards Leofard, signaling for another. "I'm shocked you're still wondering about Io's relationship status."

Leofard's shoulders shake with an easy laugh as he fills a fresh glass and pointedly slides it to Estinien. "No, I can clearly see what hers is," —he nods to the back of the bar, and Estinien makes the mistake of turning to look— "It's yours I'm talking about."

They're still bunched around the pool table, though the game has fizzled out. Y'shtola and Lucia are hanging onto every word of Urianger's glassy-eyed lecture. Aymeric and Thancred are talking animatedly between the tables. And near the wall, bathed in the neon light of a cheesy purple cityscape with a blue moon and yellow stars, Io and her girlfriend are pressed close and swaying lazily to the song.

Mikoto's head is against Io's chest, eyes closed and cheeks red from whatever she's drinking. Her arms are wrapped tight around Io's waist, and one hand even dips low into the back pocket of her jeans. Io's chin rests on her head, and she squeezes Mikoto's shoulders in a solid embrace. For some inexplicable reason, he swears he feels the squeeze around his own.

She's smiling a little. Tipsy, but genuine.

Estinien boils.

He turns back to the bar and downs half his beer, but it does nothing to douse the fire climbing from his chest to his face.

"What about mine?" He asks Leofard. "You're dating someone, and even if you weren't… you know it's a no."

"Oh, calm down, you prick. Your hunk of petrified wood couldn't handle me. I just wanna know what the deal is! When will you finally get over the "she just needs a friend uwu" bullshit and do the damn thing?"

He considers Leo's question, stomach churning with that sickening heat, and maybe he's right. Maybe Estinien left an emotion off his list.

Jeal—

"Estinien," the voice is too close to pretend not to have heard. And he can't do that anyway. Not to Io. "You're kind of worrying me, over here by yourself. Hi, Leo."

"Hey, Io." He nods, then drifts back down the bar. Still within earshot, of course.

"What's up?" Io slides onto the stool next to him, chin propped on her hand as she studies him. Her dark eyes catch every light in this place, and somewhere in that little reflection is his own dark anger, glaring back out at him.

He sighs. "Not feeling great tonight. I think I'm heading home after this." He raises the glass to her, takes a big gulp.

"Then I'll go with you."

"No, you don't have to—"

"I don't have to." And now she smiles at him, tipsy and genuine. "I want to. Let's go get in our pajamas, and we can share a huge glass of apple juice and watch tv on the couch."

"Io. You're on a date." He finishes the beer.

"Oh, right... I forgot those are once-in-a-lifetime events! Shit!" She makes a little show out of it, shaking her fist at nothing and melting into a fake sob against the bar, before meeting him with a straight (but not sober) stare. A smile begins to curl the corner of his lips and he fights it with everything he has. "Come on, let's go home."

It's almost 2:30 in the morning when they stumble into their dim apartment. Io remembered to leave a lamp on, thank fuck, and she finds the other light switches easily.

Among the familiar clutter and comfortably worn furniture of their home, Estinien returns to himself. Maybe it wasn't the company after all. It's been a long week, and he's tired. He just wasn't in the mood for a night out. That's all.

He changes in his room while Io does the same in hers. Ignoring the inviting presence of his bed in favor of finishing the night the way she suggested, he settles on one end of the sofa and begins browsing for a show they like.

When Io leaves her room for the kitchen, it's in a pair of his sweatpants and a strappy, cropped tank top. This is far from unusual, but tonight, when he felt the ghost of her touch as she held someone else, the sight of her in his clothes sends a new heat crawling across his chest.

He doesn't watch her join him on the couch, or look at her as they pass a single cup of juice and bag of chips between them. When she yawns quietly and nestles into the couch, stretching a leg across his lap, he doesn't risk a glance.

This is Leofard's meddling getting into his fucking head. No more, no less.

Io falls asleep and Estinien turns the volume down. He looks, only to make sure she wasn't disturbed. She curls toward the back of the couch, her face soft and shadowed, her hair slipping out of its loose ponytail. The heat may be new, but the rest of it—

Name the emotion? Absolutely fucking not.

#azia writes #prompt fill #ffxiv #io laithe #io/estinien #me listening to multiple versions of neon moon thinking about estinien suffering is a beloved pastime now #i'm not editing this aslkdfjs i want to get back to a place where i can post short prompt fills quickly and if they suck they suck!! #but i never had more fun writing than when i was blasting out a fic or three each week to flesh out a world start with small moments #and i miss it #so here we go!

[ihateyou2500]

jesslee if it was good

#no hate i actually love this game #small town emo #pasta misc #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim vs the world: the game #jesse scott pilgrim game #lee scott pilgrim game #jesslee #jesslee fic #im waiting for a full release :3

[lividmorris]

The duo ever—

Based on a small bit of this fic !! Go check it out !! (I’ll probably do more doodles from it as I read)

#rw moon #rw nsh #rw lttm #rw looks to the moon #rw no significant harassment #do they have a duo name? #what is it please I beg #rain world #rain world fanart #rain world design #rain world downpour #rain world iterator #crim art #fic art #his fate in small hands #nsh reminds me of both a panda and a frog at the same time tbh #personal hc that nsh is nonbinary #hc that moon is agender

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Summarize 5 wips badly!

I was tagged by @elismor! I'm going to do six, because I have been VAGUELY noodling with an old WIP that I'm projecting to finish in approximately 2047, but. Still. Noodling. Anyway, these are in order of when I'm hoping to get to them...

Short disabled guy does math to find a feral torture victim.

History's deadliest child assassin and daughter of Manhattan's worst Karen see the world's largest ball of twine.

Local witch deals with trauma by fucking superheroes. It's healthy for everyone.

Remember your favorite secondary characters from that movie where rich people's hubris is defeated by an ice cube?

Four insanely geriatric queers and a Millennial finally die. Ted Danson is there.

Energy that permeates the Galaxy won't fucking leave grieving, widowed flyboy alone.

This was super fun! I'm going to tag @fille-lioncelle, @zenaidamacrouras1, @hollie47, @puzzlebean, and @skylarkblue!

#fandom #fanfiction #my fic #fanfiction ask meme #lent from tomorrow (today was too small for us) #all things go all things go #five people wanda slept with and one she #kings of the world #welcome! everything is fine #in screaming color