#i DO want to keep writing it!! it's not abandoned!!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Idk if you still write for Danganronpa, but i have a idea

What about Yandere remnants of despair with a darling that they thought that died, like after they got brainwashed darling went missing, but after some time they discover that they actually are alive and now works for the future foundation!

Bonus: They are now dating another member of the future foundation and darling is/acts like Tsumugi Shirogane(without the despair and mastermind thing, so darling is just a silly little person who cosplays and is the ultimate former cosplayer! You can ignore this part!)

Thanks for reading! Really, thank you so much! <333

Found Again | Yandere Danganronpa

Since your class had turned to the remnants of despair the best thing you could do was pretend. Playing the part of a fellow brain-washed remnant before you could slip away to instead aid the future foundation. Now move on with your life it’s a shame that you seemed to be a poignant point in their fall to despair and now that they know you’re alive things are going to change:

Sonia Nevermind

“What's this…how could you….how dare you take my sunshine?!”

Released from the brainwashing of the Ultimate Despair and returned to normal

During the rescue of those in future foundation finding you walking around and directing others

It’s horrifying because you are hers

So why do you have a ring on your finger

A small stupid ring that isn’t half the size of what she would have given you

She might take advantage of the chaos to convince you to come with her

Surely you wouldn’t mind helping her acclimate to a proper and hopeful life

Whoever gave you this useless ring shouldn’t need you

“Come on (Y/n)I Don’t you remember?! You are my sunshine! I need you to be good!”

Should she find out while still in the throes of despair, it’s a little bit of the same

“So my loyal subjects your king has been abducted and brainwashed by those unhopeful rats! Come my subjects! On my order burn down the future foundation and retrieve my King!”

“Yeah!!!”

As a princess turned Queen having the whole kingdom behind her in her rule of despair is incredibly helpful

Immediately informing the moles that lure you from your partner and subdue you

Bringing you to her kingdom in Novoselic

“There my King is in their rightful place….NOW~SHALL WE PRACTICE THE PUNISHMENT OF YOUR ABDUCTERS!?”

“What?!”

She’s still a remnant of despair 

Remnant of despair who delighted and yearned when she found evidence of your death

A remnant of despair who continues to swoon at the way your face morphs into fear

“There~ that is a face I will torture for to fill this Queen with despair.” 

Nagito Komaeda

“Ah~To think my one true hope would be alive!”

He’s so so so happy you are even alive

He remembers the despair he was thrilling himself with and your supposed death definitely added to that

So him being able to experience this blossom of hope when in the process of saying so

He’s ecstatic 

Actually he abandons helping the future foundation to devise a plan—based on his luck—to get you on the ship with the rest of his class

He knows with his luck he’ll be able to pull it off

Though he’s certain there will be a death somewhere

But as long as it's not you, he doesn’t care 

Your back~and you’ll be his again

As a remnant of despair through his eagerness to have you knows no bounds

He almost doesn’t believe it

He doesn’t believe it

“I’ll believe it when I feel the despair of finding their body.”

It’s too hard to fool him

Likely you never did 

Him being constantly on the hunt to see your despair as he breaks your legs and does whatever he can to keep you in the pits of despair

And right by his side

He so dearly made his dear Junko a part of him is it insane he’d want to do the same

“My Despair! I’ve found you!” 

Gundham Tanaka

“My Divas, please aid me in apprehending our fallen star!”

“Squee!”

It’s fate that he should find you again

That he should have you again+

It was devastating waking up to find after his execution that he wasn’t reunited with you

But now he has

“Will you please just help the founders? I’m not your ‘star’ anymore.”

“How could you not be? Now that I’ve seen you, you’re burning so beautifully!”

“I’ve…found someone else Gundham.”

“....I see.”

He’ll understand liar

He’ll get back on his ship and leave you behind an act

He’ll let you live out your life alongside someone new wrong

The minute you’re around any large wildlife or swarm it’s over

They’ll do their dear Ultimate Breeder a fan by bringing you to him 

Switching off with others when it comes to water or islands

Eventually plopping you on the beach where he happily welcomes you

Commending their loyalty, he claims they did this without his judgment

“Their loyalty betrays my Star’s wishes, I’m sorry.But please for our class’ safety, you’ll stay with me us.”

As for the Remnant of Despair, it’s a miracle you even made it out

The animals are so much more vigilant 

Prepared to cripple you and drag you back to his side the second you step away

He is very intense about including you in his reshaping of the world

After all who wouldn’t be eager to share in the ritualistic sacrificing of those for despair

“It is I Gundham Tanaka! And my Star and I will be the ones to usher in this glorious revelry that is disastrous despair!”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere danganronpa #yandere danganronpa 2 #yandere danganronpa trigger happy havoc #yandere danganronpa 3 #yandere danganronpa x reader #yandere nagito komaeda #yandere nagito #yandere nagito komaeda x reader #yandere sonia nevermind #yandere gundham tanaka #yandere gundham

[inkmonster21]

Sing for Me

2. This is Wrong, but Feels so Right

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader / The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

She's a singer the nation adores. He's the actor everyone respects. What happens when these two get entangled in a heated affair? Passion, regret, rage, and even murder will commence. From before the bombs drop to the vast wasteland, these two souls live for one another.

Previous Chapter 1. The Beginning

Series Masterlist

“Under the Covers” wrapped filming and the affair continued. Cooper would come over to my apartment on his free nights, or if his house was empty for some immaculate reason then I would sneak over there. The press tour was even more fun. Traveling to different states for weeks with just Cooper and our press teams. We were able to see each other every single night.

Cooper pushes me onto the minibar, knocking over several bottles in the process. He thrusts into me, suckling on the tender skin of my neck. I moan out loudly, pleasure flowing. “Mhm, that’s right, honey. Sing for me.” He praised as he ruts his cock deeper into me. I hold my arms around his neck, clawing at the back of his shoulders. “Coop, fuck. You feel so good!” I throw my head back, and my core tightens. “That’s it, baby. Let me feel it. Let go.” I look him in the eyes as I release. He smirks, his pace becoming sloppy. He pulls out spraying his hot seed on my stomach. We stay there, catching our breath. I lay my hand on his cheek, pulling him to me. I press a kiss to his lips and nuzzle into him. The warmth would be all I needed in the nights. Thankfully this was not our normal routine, it was better. I have his warmth through the night when normally I was left to spend the late hours alone only with my imagination filled with him.

We dress and settle on the sofa in the room. Silence fills the hotel room. I sit opposite him, notebook in hand, attempting to write a song. The movies were doing just fine, but I could never abandon my passion. “What are you doing all the way over there, huh?” Cooper pulls me by the thigh down the sofa, resting my legs over his. “Trying to write, if you’d excuse me.” Cooper snatches the small notebook and stands, keeping my fighting hands at bay. “Hey! That’s private!” I jump to try and retrieve it, but he skillfully keeps it out of my reach. “Private, huh?” Cooper flips through the pages. “A love song?” I shrug, “I’m trying something different.” Cooper displays a teasing smile on his face, “are you in love, honey?” His warm chuckle stiffened my nerves.

I roll my eyes, sitting back on the sofa, completely avoiding his question. “It’s just for a song. Which reminds me I need to go see Louis. He said he wanted to tour the stadium downtown. Could be a good place to put on my tour schedule next year.” I gather my belongings quickly, continuing to avoid his eye contact. “Honey,” he starts, but I stand and walk to the door. “Darlin’.” Cooper tries again but I grasp the golden door knob. My embarrassment brewing in my chest. I feel tears welling in my eyes, threatening to spill. “(Y/n).” Cooper takes a stride forward, but I quickly twist the knob and exit the room.

I had let myself drift too far into my fantasy. I was falling for him. I could go as far as to say I loved Cooper Howard; and how could I not? He’s charming, considerate, thoughtful, sexy, and one hell of a ride. But that look in his eyes was the realest slap into reality. Cooper was married, and that wouldn’t change.

~

The morning sun rises, burning my tired eyes.

I exit the room quietly, but as soon as the knob clicks, Cooper’s door flies open. He meets my gaze with the same tired expression. “You didn’t come back, darlin’. Thought something might’ve been wrong.” I stare at him, my heart pounding. “This is wrong, Cooper.”

He opens the door further, “Come in and speak with me, please.” With no objection, my feet carry me into his chamber.

Cooper passes back and forth. “Yes, it is. This is wrong. More wrong than anything I’ve ever done in my life.” He pulls my notebook from his pocket, flipping through the scribbles. A doting smile upon his lips and a light blush rose to his cheeks. “but I can’t let you go. I want to be with you, publicly.” His words struck me cold. “Publicly?” The disgusting smile grows on my face. “You’d leave her?” Cooper looks off in the distance, weighing his choices. He grins nodding very softly. “You’re part of me. You understand me. I crave you every morning, and lust for you every night.” He extended his arms for me to fall in. “I can’t be away from you anymore. I can’t breathe when you’re gone. I think of you constantly, (y/n). Just give me time. Once it’s settled, then it’s us.” From then on Cooper agreed to leave Brab.

Time went on and we continued the secret relationship. Was it wrong? Fuck yes, it was. Was I going to hell? Most likely. We were 8 months into filming, a new movie. A Western picture named, The Man From Deadhorse. I wasn’t originally in the cast, but after a meeting with the director, Emil, Cooper was more than happy to relay the news that I would be cast as his love interest.

Cooper and I were more entangled in each other's secrets than one should be, especially since he has a wife. A very nice, beautiful, smart wife. I've met her several times now. She's invited me to dinner at her house. She has asked me to go shopping with her. She called me to get my cherry pie recipe just because Cooper couldn't stop talking about how tasty it was. Barb was a lovely woman, and yet I could not pull myself away from her husband.

Such as now, Barb has called me over for a chat, and I can't help but enjoy myself as I watch Cooper read his paper inside on the couch. The same couch he had me lying down on just a week ago.

His legs lightly spread, his fingers running over the words so lightly. He looks up meeting my eyes and smirks knowingly. It's sickening, but so thrilling, so addictive. Barb exits the house, holding a tray of cocktails. "I hope you like strawberries!" Cooper swoops in quickly and holds the door open for his wife, staring me down, "Oh, she does. Anything sweet." His teasing continues.

Barb sits down at the head of the table, leaving Cooper to sit beside me. "I am so glad you had the time to stop by," Barb leads in conversation.

Cooper slides a drink my way, making sure to brush his fingers against mine. "Me too, it's been so hard to find time to do anything since I took up the cola ads." "I think it's great! You're just the face of that company. A young spunky girl like yourself! I heard they sold more than they did all year once that billboard went up!" Barb laughs sipping her drink. “Yeah! I guess I’m doing something right.”

"That's actually why I asked you here. See, Vault Tech is looking-" She starts, only for Cooper to run his hand over his face with a sigh, "Really, Barb?" It was no secret of Cooper's distaste for Vault Tech. The entire company making money on selling the end of the world was just wrong, and shady. They always kept their information tight.

Barb sends Cooper a small glare before continuing. "As I was saying, we're looking for a model for a project. It's a special bot that would be an assistant in the vaults for the civilians. I just thought you'd be the perfect match. The entire nation loves you." I narrow my eyes at her, "Like a robot? of me? How would that work?" "We have brilliant scientists and engineers who handle the entire thing. You'd just have to show up."

I look to Cooper for some type of advice, but he stays silent. Barb pipes up again. "Coop's doing an ad for them. We've just finished the suits, and he's going to be photographed this coming month." I bite my lip, “I don’t know, I’d hate to take the shine off of, Coop.” I joke pushing his chest.

She pushes further. "It would secure you and your family a spot in the vaults. Cooper mentioned your father was moving out here specifically for the vaults. I could get them on the top list. I would make sure of it." It couldn't be that bad, right? Plus it could be cool to be a part of history in the making. I lean back, sipping my drink. "Who am I to say no to the future?" Barb claps with a smile, "You won't regret this I promise. If you don't mind, I'm going to pop in and phone them the news." She's off without another word leaving Cooper and I seated alone.

He swishes his drink. "Wish you wouldn't have done that, sweetheart." "It's just a job, Coop." "They're going to make copies of you to do whatever in God's name they want. It’s sick." I pat his chest, running a finger down the buttons. "I figured you'd be thrilled to hear they'd be making copies of me. You're always saying how you can't get enough." I rub up his leg with the toe of my pumps. Cooper smirks at me, taking a glance behind him to check for Barb before laying a hand on my thigh. "She should be gone tomorrow evening, Janey is going to a friend's house for a sleepover. How about I cook you dinner?" I sit up, interested. "Cooper Howard can cook?" "Yes, he can," He dips his head to my ear quickly whispering, "and he can eat." a single bite on my ear lobe makes me shutter, the nerves running down my back and lighting my core on fire. "It's a date."

~

It was a lie. I had never made a dish in my life. That is if you don’t count butter on toast. I can make one hell of a slice of toast.

Janey runs around the house gathering all her essentials for her sleepover while Barb finishes piling her documents together. What am I doing? Sitting on the couch rapidly checking my watch. I would have exactly two hours to prepare some type of meal for tonight, and maybe 45 minutes to make myself presentable.

Janey jumps on my lap wrapping her arms around my neck. “I love you, daddy.” I hold her close. “I love you too, sweetheart. Be careful tonight, and listen to everything Becca’s parents say.” She runs off to the door with a holler, “I will!” Barb appears next, arms full of disclosed secrets. “Any plans tonight?” I shake my head, “just some peace and quiet. Maybe a few whiskeys.” She hums with a flat smile. “I’ll be home late.” I nod, “I remember, Barb. Good luck this evening.” I stand, kissing her cheek before relaxing back onto the couch.

The front door shuts and I immediately spring from my spot. I rush into the kitchen pulling the steaks from the fridge. My timing seemed to be off because just as I was shredding the salad I heard five distinct knocks. “Hello?” Her angelic voice calls out. “I parked down the street just in case. Your neighbor did see me though. He’s kinda a creep. I’d watch Janey around him if she’s out.” She rounds the corner and I have to pick my jaw off the floor. “In a dress like that who couldn’t stop and stare?” She crosses the threshold, bringing her body to me like a magnet. “Well, you said it was a date.” “No, you said it was a date.” She tilts her head with a smirk, “Did I? Hm, guess that makes you pretty lucky.” I breathe her in, brushing my nose down her neck, “I would certainly say I am a lucky man.”

Dinner rolls around and surprisingly it doesn’t taste horrible! “I swear, Coop! This is restaurant-worthy! Howard’s Steakhouse.” She laughs sipping her wine.

“I have a gift for you.” Her brows raise at my words. “A gift?” I hum in response, standing from my seat. I retrieve a box from my briefcase. The velvet box was soft in my hands. I rest on the table, next to her chair. She watches me with wild eyes, anticipating every move. “You’re so beautiful, and I just wanted you to have something that was almost as beautiful as you.” I open the box to reveal a pearl necklace with a matching set of earrings. She covers her mouth, gasping. “Cooper, it is gorgeous!”

“Let’s see it on,” I remove it from its case, wrapping it around her neck. My finger kissing the delicate skin, goosebumps arise in effect. I clasp the necklace, peppering the nape of her neck with kisses. “Stunning.”

She turns to face me, taking a stand. Remaining eye contact, she slips one strap off of her shoulder, “your hot tub still working?” I lick my lips, taking a step closer, “it is, darlin’.” She slips the other strap down, her dress threatening to drop to the floor. “Mind if I take a dip?” Those devilish eyes bore into me, leading me into these unforgiving actions willingly. “Oh, no, I think it’s perfect weather.” She smiles widely, her eyes turning dark, lust colored. She drops the dress, gravity pulling it away from her frame.

Clad only in the pearl necklace, she walks outside and steps into the hot tub, sinking in with a relaxed sigh. She raises her brows, “Are you going to join me or you are just going to stand there and eye fuck me like your neighbor did?”

My clothes were dismissed with haste. I pulled her to me drawing circles on her waist. She melted into my touch. She began to reach in between us, wrapping her hand around my hard shaft. I bite my lip rolling my eyes back, "Fuck." I whimper.

She giggles as I fall apart beneath her touch. She was a weakness to my soul. "Are you going to stop wasting time or am I going to have to take over?" I pick her up, legs wrapping around my waist, the tip of my cock gliding against her slit. "I thought you would've learned by now," pressing our foreheads together, I grab my cock and press it against her entrance, "teasing gets you nothing." I turn her around quickly, pressing her front down on the patio, ass in the air for me. I pushed into her, lips spreading into a smug smirk at the look on her face as she gasped and widened her eyes, clawing at the stained wood for a grip.

"Shit Cooper!" She gasps loudly. I press my chest against her back, pressing my cock against deeper. "Scream as loud as you want. I'm sure the neighbors won't mind." I whisper into her ear before slamming into her at full length.

"Holy fuck!" She cries, fingers gripping the edge of the hot tub. I smugly chuckle and dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place. "It feels so good Cooper, it feels so good." The water around the both of us slushed over the sides. There was no warning, she was close but the shaking of her legs and the cries that fell from her lips was enough indication she was going to tip over the edge. I grunted, my cock twitching. I dug nails into her hips, pulling out the last second, my cum painting her. She whimpers, fingers gripping the edge of the hot tub. "That was amazing." I laughed pulling her up lightly. She was dazed as she pressed against my chest. Her hand caressed my cheek. I kiss her knuckles one by one. "I'll go get some towels," I enter the house retrieving two towels.

Suddenly my smile falls as the front door slams shut. Barb sighs at the front door, a bigger stack of files in her hands than from before she left. I swallow, growing pale. This is it. The moment when our game is played and the real world comes crashing down. “Barb.” I hum. “Hi, honey.” She says, with sleepy eyes and a flat smile. “Hard night?” I ask shaking to the bone. “Going in circles again. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.” She kicks off her shoes and waddles to the bedroom. “Goodnight, Cooper.” She mumbles before closing the door.

Heart pounding, I snatch her dress from the floor and I race outside. “Hey, handsome.” “SHH!” I help her out of the hot tub, wrapping her in the towel. “Barb just got home.” Her face pales and her eyes hold fear in them, “what?” “Yes, so you have to go.” “Yeah, no shit.” She takes the dress from my hands with force. She tosses her hands up, “I guess I’ll just, hop your fence?” Shaking my head I pull her close, gesturing her to be quiet. “I’m sneaking you out the front.” As we tiptoe through the house, the bedroom door opens and Barb stumbles tiredly from to bathroom.

Upon hearing that door shut, I open the front door. (Y/n) slips out silently, stealing a kiss before waltzing down the steps. Her figure faded into the dark of the night, a secret, as did our night under the stars.

#cooper howard fallout #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #the ghoul fallout #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #fallout ghoul #ghoul x reader #walton goggins #fallout imagine #fallout

[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

Chaos Theory review (characters' oriented review)

Since everyone is doing this, I thought I'd share my thoughts too because, to some extent, I feel like I'm in a minority here. In this post I'm going to focus mostly on the characters because there's a lot to say about the show in general and I don't have patience to write everything in one post.

spoilers under the cut

I said it yesterday and I will say it again: I absolutely loved Chaos Theory. It was action-packed, well-paced, dramatic and funny. It was everything I loved in Camp Cretaceous.

I'm especially grateful that they gave us a whole variety of emotions coming from all of characters.

I loved yasammy's conflict because it felt real and natural. Yas' PTSD being openly addressed was everything I hoped for (all of them have PTSD in some capacity but when it comes to Yas the execution was on the next level). And Sammy being fiercely overprotective over her girlfriend to the point it became too much?? That made so much sense because she had always been always protective but after the experiences in camp cretaceous, it is no wonder that this trait started to get out of her control. I don't know, it just made sense. I hope that in season 2 they go in detail about Sammy's family situation, I want her to talk about it with Yas. I'm really curious how it will play out and I can't wait to see Yas being super awesome supportive girlfriend.

I also really liked Darius and Kenji's relationship - I know, I know but hear me out. I actually enjoyed how the conflict(s) in their case seemed to keep piling up; they were growing like a fungus. I adored that little bit when Kenji mentioned that he stayed in touch with Darius' mother, while Darius didn't call her. I think it was incredible; such a small detail but tells you a lot about the years in their life that we didn't get to see.

While we are at it, I have to address the whole Darius and Brooklyn thing which I actually... didn't mind. I really didn't? And I don't mind that it was one-sided either. Maybe because it is the first (*cough*) openly addressed one-sided love story between the campers. I've always loved Darius and Brooklyn friendship, I genuinely believe that it was one of the strongest relationships in CC. It would be cool if they stayed platonic but really, I truly don't mind that one-sided love plotline. I wouldn't even call it a love triangle because to me it seems that Darius, to some extent, always knew that it was an unrequited crush, and I don't feel a sense of a privatization (between Kenji and Darius) either. You know what I actually liked about this situation? The fact that Darius didn't go to meet with Brooklyn because he was basically ashamed, embarrassed, and a little scared of his own feelings, of getting hurt. I feel like, in the long run, this is going to be incredible for his character development. Darius trying to run away from his own feelings to the point where he abandoned someone, where he tried hiding something from others? I genuinely think it added to his character and gave him additional depth. That's just my opinion though. I also think that even without that romantic plotline he would still call Brooklin after her "death". So to me, this really didn't change much other than adding more awkwardness and I had no trouble handling that (I always really liked visually the scene where Kenji and Darius were sitting in the bathtub. There was something pleasing about this)

Moving on to Kenji... Killing Daniel Kon so fast was certainly... a choice but. Kenji's reaction to his death was so well-done. It really highlighted the complex relationship that Kenji had with his father - someone he hated but who he also considered kind of a indestructible. His reaction was so heartbreaking and I was there for it.

And then there's also Ben. I'm gonna be honest - I am biased. I loved him before, I love him still so it feels unfair to write about him from my very biased perspective. Still - they could never make me hate him. I like how his character changed in so many ways but also stayed true to his core – he is adventurous and a little reckless (like a Jungle Boy that he was), and he is also soft and sensitive (that scene when he was crying when he was hiding under the truck broke me). I'm extremely curious about his background story that we barely touched upon - it is obvious that he had been living in that van for a while, which is interesting considering how he used to live on the campus and (let me remind you that) he has a loving mother that would surely support him if he decided to take a break just because he needs a break. From the looks of it, Ben seemed to be living on his own for a while – was his obsession with "being hunted" the only reason? or was there more? many questions. I am also a bit... sceptial about his girlfriend. The first time he mentioned her was not convincing to say at least, not to mention that apparently he had been living without his phone for a while now - were they talking online all this time or what? Idk, if he really has a girlfriend then first of all - the screenwriters are cowards, second of all - the relationship doesn't seem super-convincing for now.

Bonus: Mateo is one of the best characters introduced in the show, for me, he beats even Mae. He was perfect, actually perfect, I loved him. I really hope we will see him again in season 2 (above taking care of Bumpy) because I really liked his agency and his character arc.

Overall: I feel like your final review of CT depends heavily on what you tend to focus on while watching the show, and what you like in shows in general. I don't mind drama as long as it doesn't interfere with characters' personality. And I feel like a lot of choices they made in CT actually makes sense for these characters. I think it is also important to remember that this was - from what I understand - planned as a two-seasons long shows from the beginning which means that a lot of loose ends and decisions may not make sense yet but they will eventually be developed in season 2 (which would be awesome, we love consistent writing)

anyway, I only watched CT once for now, so don't quote me. I'm sure that I will have more thoughts later

#camp cretaceous #jwcc #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jurassic world #jurassic world chaos theory #chaos theory #chaos theory spoilers #jurassic world chaos theory spoilers #jwct spoilers

[misskattylashes]

Okay, I’m going to do it. I have been holding back and just telling my closest fandom friends my crazy theory, but what the hell. Most of you think I’m batshit anyway.

Here we go.....

What if we have been on the receiving end of a long played out psyop and Louise has been a way to make the public want Milex?

Okay, hear me out...

It’s 2017/8 Alex has abandoned Miles after EYCTE. He has gone to France to write and record TBHC, having realised their little TLSP bubble could never last (see Star Treatment). Without Alex, Miles is a little lost and lonely in LA. His reputation is also at rock bottom after the journalist incident. Miles decides he wants to move back to England, and Alex decides he wants to move back to, as we know they can never be more than a few minutes away from each other

Taylor either wouldn’t or couldn’t leave LA, so she and Alex break up. But they need a new girlfriend to keep up the straight image (especially with the new badly-received album and a world tour about to begin). On the original version of OPP as seen on the AM in Mexico video, over the turtle segment Alex sings ‘One More Year I’ll Call It Quits’ maybe the plan was to give it all up,but he had signed a contract to do another album and tour after TBHC, and with Miles’ reputation so bad, if they were together then they would both be cancelled.

So a European girlfriend is found and this is where the subterfuge begins. We start with old Instagram posts with tags like #alexturnerwillyoumarryme, then we get professionally shot videos of her backstage at AM’s concert (all the time Alex is ‘still with’ Taylor) so as soon as they launch, the first image of Louise the public get is a negative one, as a fangirl who has set out to get Alex, not caring if he cheats in his current girlfriend.

Before I list the reasons why I think she is fake, can I say this idea he has stayed with her as punishment for cheating on Taylor is absolutely ridiculous. Men who are serial cheats aren’t known for wearing hairshirts. Especially when you’re a handsome, wealthy rock star who could easily get another girlfriend.

So, the idea is, Louise is the most unpleasant person who makes Alex miserable, and if most people are honest, they want Alex to be happy..

So, let’s look at the evidence..(where there is a * it means there is a Miles counterside)

Louise doesn’t work. She claims to be a feminist, but her job seems to be being Alex’s girlfriend.

She openly copies selfies posed by previous girlfriends, making her look like she has no personality of her own

She boasts in her IG posts ie the ‘we just fucked’ pic and the panties on the piano.

She claims to be a musician but we rarely see her writing or recording anythjng.*

She writes embarrassing things about itAlex on social media (beautiful dick).*

Openly takes a neutral stance on Palestine.

Claims to wear vintage clothes but they rarely are*

When Alex was ill after the third London show, it is publicised that he leaves the Emirates with his parents, no sign of Louise. She’s too busy taking pics in the hotel with Matt and Amanda

Meanwhile Miles has worked hard on his public image. He has shown he is a hard worker. He rarely mentions Alex on social media and when asked about him in interviews, whilst admitting they are good friends, is insistent they are not working together. Which is good because he has always been accused of riding on Alex’s fame.

He frequently gives updates when he his writing and recording, treating us to little snippets, something Louise never does.

Is it a coincidence that holiday gate is the same as the week One Man Band’s release. Alex looking miserable with Louise Vs Miles being charming and hard working.

Not long after Louise starts going on about her fake vintage, Miles posts a whole real of him going proper vintage shopping so he looks authentic.

Even in Dublin there is no duet with Alex. Miles not using Alex’s,fame,but also those who monitor social media can see how hungry they are for Milex interaction.

The river Mersey comment – another way of guaging public opinion. Finally the legion of doom 😍😍 comment on the NY recent. The fandom went crazy at Milex acknowledgement.

Alex....

His face..Alex is a pro. He has had twenty years of faking smiles after arguments with the other Monkeys, girlfriends, even Miles. He could fake a smile with Louise if we wanted to when they call their friends at Backgrid to take pap pictures. But instead he chooses to look like someone either on the verge of tears or else being held hostage. And in the latest set of pics, Louise looks the same.

The Taylor tattoo....it looks like he thinks so little of her he has kept that tattoo.

‘I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours’ quite often at gigs where Louise is in attendance.

Not one song on the car written about her.

And now of course with the tour over, a lot of people return to watching TLSP videos. Happy, muscly, healthy looking Alex having fun with Miles as opposed to skinny, miserable Alex trapped with Louise.

Apart from Louise’s most ardent fans, most people want to see him away from her and would be overjoyed at a TLSP reunion, and for us Milexers, a declaration of their love.

So, has this been a long game? A way of making the people think they want Milex? I told you it was crazy, but just remember the world of public relations is completely underhand and insane.

#craziest thing you will read in a long time #alex turner #miles kane #milex #tlsp #milex theory

[everlastingspring143]

Heartbeat

Pairing: Lee Know x reader Genre: angst/comfort A/n: THIS IS SAUR EMBARASSING TO POST WAAHH (>///<) But I hope that if you do decide to read it, you'll enjoy it. I'm trying to improve my writing skills, so feedback would be greatly appreciated hehe~

The cool summer night breeze messes up your hair, playfully teasing you, but you can't find it in yourself to care. You're lost in your thoughts, feet wandering on their own with no destination.

The streets are quiet. It's no surprise - most people are asleep by now. 2AM is not the time to be wandering around the sleeping neighborhood, with dangers lurking at every corner.

But falling asleep seemed impossible - your thoughts were too loud - keeping you tossing and turning, not letting your body to get some much needed rest. Your room became suffocating. So you decided to take a walk outside. Maybe the thoughts will take up a physical form and stay in your house, like a lost ring or key.

But you can't run away from your own mind. As much as you try to calm the chaos happening inside you, it only seems to get worse. You need to cry, but not a single tear forms. It's like you've lost the ability to cry - an action that's so simple, yet seems impossible to do.

It's strange. Babies are born crying, that's the first thing they do when they enter this world. So why can't you? Crying is a part of being human. Does that mean you're broken?

You pull out your phone, taking a picture of the shimmering stars in the sky. Your finger hovers over the send button before you press it. Maybe a distraction will help...

Three dots pop up not even a minute later.

"What are you doing up so late? Where are you?" Not the message you expected.

"I just went out on a walk, I'm near the ice cream shop. But aren't the stars so beautiful tonight? ^ ^" Your fingers type fast. The phone battery shows 3%. You curse under your breath.

"Of course they're beautiful, but you shouldn't be out so late. It's not safe" A sigh leaves your lips.

Your phone dies right when you were typing out a response. A sardonic laugh escapes your lips at the ironic situation. It seems like the world itself wants to make you drown in your own mind.

You walk up to the ice cream shop. It's abandoned now. Three years ago a tragedy happened to it's owner and the shop had to be closed. What was once a place filled with joyful laughter of kids and the heartwarming presence of people is now just an empty building with broken windows.

You sit down on the pavement, pressing your back to the cold exterior wall of the building. Isn't it funny how a building resembles you so much? What once was such a happy child, turned out to be an empty broken adult. Where did it all go wrong?

It's getting cold. Your thin T-shirt does little to warm you up. You close your eyes, giving in to the darkness of your mind.

"Y/N!" A loud voice startles you, but before you can register it's owner, a sudden warmth envelops you. "You idiot! Why didn't you answer my messages?! I was worried!!"

Wrapping his arms around you is none other than Minho. His hair is a mess and he's out of breath.

He stiffens up a bit and pulls away from the embrace to look at you. Something shifts in his gaze. You notice his eyes glisten like the stars.

"Is... Is everything okay?" His voice becomes soft and quiet, a soothing whisper like the warm summer breeze. He treats you like a fragile vase. Unfortunately for him, you are already broken. The tears that spill out at his simple question prove you right.

You clutch onto Minho, his hoodie catching your tears. You feel his hands gently rubbing your back as he lets you cry.

"Shh... Everything's going to be alright. I'm here for you..." His hushed whispering feels like a band aid to your bruised heart.

And then you hear it. The beating of Minho's heart. It's consistent.

You sniffle as his hand gently pats your head.

In the silence that surrounds you, another sound reaches your ears - your own heart's steady rhythm, echoing in sync with Minho's.

Your heart is beating, and a sudden realisation dawns on you.

You're not broken. You may be tired, or bruised, hurt, lost... But you're not broken.

You're alive.

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids fluff #han jisung x reader #han jisung #skz #han jisung skz #hurt/comfort #skz angst #skz scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids angst #comfort

[quitealotofsodapop]

I have another long thing in my notes. Honestly, if I'm being too much, just tell me at this point. xD

"Peach -" Macaque pauses, taking in the crouched form of the other monkey as he sits at a cliffside. With a sigh, he continues, "Wukong. What are you doing out here? It's cold! Come back to camp where thenfire can keep you warm."

"I quite like the cold right now, thanks." Wukong replies, back still turned against the shadow, gazing out over the horizon. "It's... it's better."

"Then at least let me get a cloak or, or a blanket for you! The last thing we need is you getting sick in your condition!" Macaque continued to fret, stepping forward only to backpedal as Wukong's fur puffed up and he let out a hiss, venom dripping with every word.

"My condition!? You sure as hell didn't give a rats' ass about that earlier!"

"I didn't know! Wukong I swear, I would never have-"

"That's not an excuse, Six-Eared Macaque!" The king reprimanded, turning to pin him with a burning glare, "You didn't know because you didn't want to! Do not forget that I know your abilities as well as you know mine! If you didn't know today or yesterday you would have known tomorrow all at once!"

"I-" He couldn't answer because Wukong was right. His six ears hearing goes beyond the ability to hear nearly everything, but the ability to hear nearly any time past, present, and future as well. The moment he first heard of the rumors about Wukong being free and rumors of his condition, he could have used his abilities to find out rather than needing to be told midbattle to prevent him from striking Wukong in the stomach. "I'm sorry."

"I didn't want an apology for that, idiot." Wukong grumbled, turning back the horizon, "I wanted my mate! I waited for you, and you didn't come. You ran away, again."

Macaque tensed, suddenly reminded of a cave under a mountain approximately 500 years ago. Wukong wasn't implying what he thought, was he? Was he truly waiting since their fight!?

"That... Wukong I wasn't running away back then!"

"I know. I pushed you away." Wukong said, "This isn't about that. I know who is at fault for that fight we had. What I want to know is why you never returned. Why is it that I went to Flower Fruit Mountain after I was freed to find our people missing both their king and queen? Why was the Jade Court allowed to rampage for so long against our people!? And most importantly... why did you wait until now to reach out to me? I know you knew I was freed years ago. I saw the shadows."

Wukong's voice broke at the last word, blinking his red-gold eyes. There was a particular shine to them as Wukong fiddled with something under his scarf. A cord of black and flash of purple amethyst made Macaque's own heart stop a moment. "I want to know why my mate abandoned everything we swore to protect."

"I..." Macaque swallowed around the lump in this throat, hand unconsciously going to where a cord of orange fur and citrine stone was hidden under his own scarf, "I'm sorry. I- I needed time. Away from... everything. I hadn't known what to do when Erlang was ordered to attack the mountain."

"Five hundred years wasn't enough time to find yourself?"

:eyes: I am looking respectfully

I am LOVING this conflict!

Wukong and Macaque having a very frank discussion on why Mac abandoned their kingdom to pursue his acting dream, leaving the island without a ruler.

Even if Macaque had stayed a few years or came back every so often - whether to "clean house" (ie. take care of hunters) or to return stolen monkey demons he found in the entertainment industry, he still became an absent leader. Macaque hates to admit that he abandoned their kingdom, just as badly as many accuse Wukong of doing when embarked on the Journey

I love the detail of Wukong and Macaque having pendants matching their mate. Still held close to their hearts after so long.

Lots of counselling is required for these two before they are back to married couple-mode.

your writing is so GOOD

#jttw stone egged au #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #pregnancy mention tw #lmk #lmk aus #lego monkie kid

[k-s-morgan]

TGSTLTH related

Ok so I decided to do it here cuz I don't know will AO3 allow me to write essay hahahahah 😂😂😂

I don't even know how to start this. I've been reading fics for 13 years straight, like I don't remember the period of my life where I didn't read them cuz I always have some ship active and I'm crazy BL fan. Only a small number of them can make me crazy to the point I don't wanna sleep, eat, skipping my obligations, killing the pain and your sebaciel did everything. I haven't felt like this reading fic..,maybe ever? This is totally another level of me being fascinated by some writer.

I adore sebaciel, I'm in fandom since 2016 but the biggest problem I had with their fics is that - either people go too much OOC with them orr they rush up the things between them, going quickly with sex and feelings. It bothered me so much so I was crawling for good SC fics as crazy!!

After some break with SC, I came back to ao3 and saw your long fic. I started reading it but I dropped it after 3 chapters, I got bored cuz I thought you are gonna just re-type manga and do classic thing which another people do. Quickly, I got disappointed with another one and idk how but I decided to give your fic one more chance and dear lord......that was one of the best thing I have ever read. Maybe even the best.

Like, how smart are you? What's your IQ? Your manage to explain me some things about Kuro plot which I haven't udnerstand by myself. And the way you write Sebaciel relationship. That's everything I have ever wanted. Everything. They have normal conversation and that's it, that's all I need cuz there is everything. I feel electric every time when they talk, fight, do things together, goood the little touches svbjhsdjvbvbvbvbvbsdjvhbdf. I was tense whole fic. I read it for like 10 days, abandon everything until I finished it and now I feel sad ahahhaahha. But you are really something special, cuz I always used to say that manga itself is the best fiction cuz Yana knows the best how to create good Sebaciel energy. You, next to Yana, did the best job. You kept them as they are, never broke the character, and that's what I am most grateful. Slow burn, with drama and angst, love and attention, all misunderstanding, you put all necessary spices for 5 star meal. My fav part is when Ciel told Sebastian to add slamming doors to his most dramatic moments of his life ahahahahahahhaha 😂😂 I laughed like crazy, they are so precious♥ And I really wanted kiss to happen when Ciel lied Sebastian about another demon, that was sooo svbjhsvjhjhvbdf. But okay, you know the best, I trust you fully with this♥

The fact that they are ready to kill each other before they have normal conversation about their feeling is my fetish. I am in love with toxic things. Ciel ready to throw all game just to prove Sebastian that his value is not only his soul, right after he told himself for 1000 times he needs to stay on distance..... I LOVE ITTTT!!! I also need to say that you find PERFECT balance for good plot and romance. Your games and their cases...I just don't know, deep bow for you queen🔥💯After all, you didn't retype drama ahahaha but you manage to keep it canon without changing anything but still adding your spices so it's not ordinary Kuro plot we see every day....

I just have one question. From time to time, I was like a Bard ahahhaha, so sick of their games and my head hurting me, but on a good way. I am clear about Ciel but what about Sebastian and his disgust for Ciel's nicer, soft, emotional side? I know Ciel doesn't have it a lot, but would Sebastian still be grossed out about it as he was at the beginning of a contract or not? Keeping in mind that he is more and more obsessed with a boy?

So, that's all. I don't know how to use Patreon/PayPal, but for you I'll try cuz I only have credit card and that's all I know ahhahaha, I like to keep money in my hands😂 I'm sad about the situation in your country and all under - war countries. It's not bringing any good for anyone, specially for civilians. I hope you are okay and I wish you alll the best, the good karma must hit you really quickly cuz you made one person really, really happy here♥

Looking forward how will you finish this story, have a nice day❤

PS - this is the longest comment for fic I have ever left ahhaha, it's crazy how you got me sooo hyped up bjcvsdghvbds.

Hi! Ooh, thank you so much for your amazing, wonderful essay! I can't tell you how happy it made me! I think the electricity was already started being cut off when I got it, so I could see I have some really lengthy ask, but it wouldn't load. It was the torture of the most delicious kind :D

Like you, I've been reading fics for ages now, and the moments where I find some fantastic story that won't let me sleep or work or even blink are always the happiest and the brightest spots I remember. So it's extremely flattering to know that my story has become something similar to other people.

I love writing about smart characters, but most of them are definitely smarter than me! The benefit is that since I'm writing, I can think and plan everything in advance. In real life, I only wish I were as quick-witted and inventive. Alas, the best ideas and arguments come to me when they are no longer needed.

I love slow burns, and I love characters who abhor the idea of expressing their feelings, so Ciel and Sebastian have the most perfect dynamic in my eyes. I feel like I could spend the eternity just enjoying their Gothic world with their games, arguments, plots, and so on. Them antagonizing each other only to instantly team up against the common enemy is my most favorite thing in the world.

As for your question, right now, Sebastian would be thrilled if Ciel were to show a softer and more vulnerable side - at least in relation to him. Well, a part of him would feel the automatic need to mock him for it anyway, some habits don't die easily, but Sebastian's feelings have evolved a lot, plus Ciel is cold more often than he is not. So Sebastian treasures every word of praise, every hint of appreciation and need because they are so rare - he's come to crave them, and he has memorized all known cases of them by heart.

And no worries about supporting me! I really appreciate you taking your time to leave such a fantastic review, it made my day!

#my fics #black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebaciel #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis

[nyamadermont]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 49. I have a few options for #50…

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 299,440. Ok, I hadn’t realized I was that close. Now, my answer to #1 might be “a new 560-word drabble.”

3. What fandoms do you write for? I’m nearly exclusively writing for Avatar: Legend of Korra, with a little bit of Last Airbender, where it fits in.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. Rainstorm - Su is there for Lin, for once. 2. The Well of Need - My first long-form story, with Lin taking care of Kya. 3. This is My Anchor - A mid-sized Kyalin story where Lin doesn’t make Kya take care of her. 4. I’m Sorry I Need You - An angsty one-shot that fits with a couple others in the “marriage is hard” domain. 5. Walk With Me - A longer-than-intended one-shot variant on a Tumblr joke.

5. Do you respond to comments? I do, as soon as I can. Sometimes, that means getting off work. Sometimes, that means giving a response as meaningful as the comment was to me. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? For complete stand-alone stories, that is likely Something Changed, where the last words are usually joyous. I can’t find the link for the worst-worst ending I have, so just pretend that never happened.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The happiest ending? I like my happy endings, so this is tough. But I think I’ll go for Elemental Changes, because that launched my collaboration with @slowdissolve on Red Jade.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not hate, exactly. One reader informed me that I had ‘let them down’ on a follow-up story because I didn’t write the story that was in their head. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I’ve done a little, but it hasn’t been a focus for me. And, aside from the polyamory aspect, it’s all as vanilla as it comes.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not unless you count LOK + ATLA a crossover, which I don’t.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to date.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? @slowdissolve and I wrote Moonsigns together, and we published two versions. One is told in first-person language and color coded, on Tumblr. We then followed it up with a more traditional third-person version that does not rely on color, on AO3.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Kyalin is where everything opened up for me. 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I’m taking quite the long view of all of this. I haven’t added to Their Sacred Year in a while, but have the outline for the next installment, so I don’t consider it abandoned.

16. What are your writing strengths? Folks seem to like my dialogue and plotting.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with the final rising action / climax / falling action, to keep the pacing appropriate to the story.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don’t plan on it, given I am uneducated in the languages appropriate to this setting. 

19. First fandom you wrote for? Legend of Korra.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Saving the hardest for last. Naming the favorite child. Ok, fine. In that case, I’ll have to choose <wrestles with self> Elemental Changes (see #7), mostly because it’s a completely off-the-wall idea that I was able to see through and complete. And to have Slowdissolve illustrate the ending was an absolute capstone.

So I get to thank both @krastbannert and @wishingforatypewriter for their invitations!

Now, it's time to throw the floor open to folks like @yell0wsalt, @dont-blame-it-on-the-kids, @linguini17, @frogblast-the-ventcore, @badlucksav, @cdlunee, and of course,

you.

#nyama's answered asks #questions questions questions

[ssailormoonn]

❛ Crimson ❜ ── 001

Phantom Troupe X Fem!Reader

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Chapters ✦ 2/??

a/note:: this chapter is quite short as the next chapter will be really long and getting into juicy stuff, next chapter will be over 2000-3000 words guys dw 😭 i was going to write smut in this chapter but i didn't that that you all wouldve been somfortable with smut straight up.... remember that {y/n} already has a some what established relationship with the love interests

TW/CW; check 'crimson' desc

The waves had swallowed me whole, casting me ashore on unfamiliar territory. I knew I was far from the Dark Continent, a realization that sank in as I stretched my arms above my head, the salty sea breeze tousling my hair. Those fools on the ship had no idea where they were heading. Now, the Dark Continent was too far to swim back to, leaving me stranded and uncertain about how to return.

I need to eat something, maybe they have better specimen on this land instead.

"{Y/n}," Shizuku's voice called out, snapping me back to reality.

I turned to see Shizuku, Machi, and Phinks approaching.

"Yes?" I responded, curious about their intentions.

"We're heading into the city for some food. Want to join us?" Shizuku offered.

Despite my hunger, I shook my head. "As tempting as that sounds, I'll eat out later. Thanks, love," I said with a reassuring smile.

Shizuku sighed, a note of disappointment in her voice. "Alright. We'll see you later then."

The three of them left the abandoned building, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. Just as they disappeared from view, Chrollo's voice broke the silence.

"When was the last time you ate, dear?" he asked, not lifting his gaze from the book he was engrossed in.

"Last week," I admitted, standing up. "The Hunter Association has made it difficult for me to find a meal. Not only did they seal me, but they're also restricting how much I can consume now."

"That's unacceptable," he murmured, closing his book with a decisive snap. "It's in your nature to consume beings. They can't control that."

"I know," I said quietly, frustration evident in my voice. "If only they hadn't found me in the first place, none of this would be happening."

"It isn't your fault," Chrollo reassured me. "You are a threat to them, yes. But if it comes to that again, you don't have to go out looking for someone. I am here to meet your needs."

His words carried a deeper implication. He was offering himself again, as he had before. Chrollo had always been willing to let me feed on him when necessary. The last time it happened, he had reveled in the experience, too much for my comfort.

It didn't feel that good, right?

I met his gaze, the memory of that encounter fresh in my mind. "I appreciate your offer, Chrollo," I replied, my voice steady. "But we both know it's not ideal."

"I'll do whatever I can to ensure you're comfortable," Chrollo said, moving behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders. I felt his touch melt away some of the tension. His breath was warm against my ear as he lowered his head to my height. "I'm sure you enjoy taking from me," he murmured.

The memory of our last encounter flashed in my mind. Feeding from Chrollo had escalated into something far more intimate, our shared hunger turning into a passionate exchange. It had nearly gone further if Hisoka hadn't abruptly interrupted us.

"But enough about that," Chrollo continued, his voice a soothing hum. His hands remained on my shoulders, and I stayed rigid under his dominating touch. "I have a new task for you."

I stiffened slightly, anticipating his next words. "Look after Hisoka for me again this year."

I exhaled, annoyance creeping into my voice. "I have to go again?" He was referring to the Hunter Exam. Last year, I had to keep Hisoka in check and ensure he got his license. However, Hisoka had killed an examiner and failed.

"He's like a child," I muttered. "So hard to manage."

"I know," Chrollo hummed, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "But you'll do it for me, won't you?"

I hesitated, feeling the weight of his request. Hisoka was unpredictable, dangerous, and a constant challenge. Yet, Chrollo's proximity, his touch, and his unwavering confidence in me made it difficult to refuse.

"For you," I whispered, turning my head slightly to meet his gaze. "I'll do it."

Chrollo's eyes glinted with approval, and he squeezed my shoulders gently, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "That's my {Y/n}," he said softly, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin below my ear, trailing along the curve of my jawline.

He's making this so hard for me to say no to his requests.

do not steal, copy or modify and of my work, ONLY REBLOGS!

❛ Crimson ❜

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[unityrain24]

just reread two or three chapters from convalescence as a bedtime story... haven't even opened that doc in months lol..

#i DO want to keep writing it!! it's not abandoned!! #but between my writers block and business and tiredness. i. have not updated in literally like a year. #unityrain.txt #fanfic #the pain of waking up is still my favourite written chapter in it so far <33 #but again. so sorry for not updating. #i actually have a fully written but unpublished chapter in there from half? a year ago (wrote only a few months after last update id guess) #but i didn't publish it bc it was one that really depended on the succeeding chapter (and vis versa) #and i didn't know exactly how i was going to do the succeeding one so then i couldn't publish that one yet. #ghhh. #idk why i'm telling you all this tho i know like none of you read my fics. #i'm a fanartist and a fanficauthor with a tumblr and yet no one seems to interact with those two things. #i can't be too salty tho. i don't Provide Content enough to gain a following based on that #i'm not a robot guys!! i'm just a lil guy!!

[a2zillustration]

Buddy we literally JUST read a scroll about hubris AND you were just inspired about something called "Don't let history repeat itself," that 10 wis stat is really coming through.

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#ahhhh that insecurity is showing again croissant :) #I do enjoy reading people talk about the patience tav has to have with Gale as he keeps backsliding #meanwhile over here it's more like 'yeah of course the ambitious guy with the prestigious background was eventually going to abandon you' #I am once again making a long form comic for the other big romance scene and I am rubbing my little goblin hands together about it #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #act III spoilers #croissant adventures #tav #gale #gale x tav #comics #WAIT I ALSO WANTED TO SAY #/LOVE/ HOW GALE CONSISTENTLY THROWS IN “FOR BOTH OF US” AS AN AFTERTHOUGHT #GOOD WRITING #breadweave #gale dekarios

[l223m0nade]

Quiet Bucky Who Doesn’t Live With Steve bc he’s still a little feral and WS-y sickfic

Steve didn’t like bad guys messing with New Yorkers, but he did like being able to protect his city. And for the last few months, there had been another reason to enjoy hometown missions.

“Tell our mystery pal thanks for the assist,” Sam said dryly as he finished his sweep to confirm everything was contained, which it was, in part thanks to perfectly aimed shots winging the two jerks at separate control stations directing the big insectlike robots. Clint hadn’t been available for last-minute sniper support, but Steve had said “I might know someone,” and everyone had sort of nodded in vague acceptance and ignored his possibly over-eager tone. The Winter Soldier was still officially at large, whereabouts unknown. Unofficially the search had petered out.

“Thanks for the help,” he murmured into his earpiece— set to an encrypted channel. “Specially on short notice like this.”

After a short pause the reply came, soft, “…You had ‘em on the ropes.” Steve barked a surprised laugh, unable to stop himself from scanning nearby rooftops though he knew he’d see nothing. “Was in the neighborhood anyhow.”

“Feel like sticking around?” Steve tried for casual. “Got nothing going on after this myself. It’s soup weather.” It was freezing, and drizzling in a way that looked light from indoors but soaked you if you were out in it for more than a few minutes. He bit back the words where do you stay, is it warm and dry enough there, just come home with me, but he thought them loudly.

A longer pause this time, but then, “It is, huh. Yeah. Yeah, alright Rogers,” and Steve couldn’t help the grin stretching across his face. Wherever Bucky was hidden, he was clearly in his sights, because he heard a husky chuckle. “Sap,” came the parting shot. “See you there.”

“Roger that,” Steve said, mock-serious, and won the sound of another laugh starting before the commlink cut out. He was allowed to be a little happy, he thought as he hopped on his bike and headed to his Brooklyn apartment. He hadn’t seen Bucky in over two weeks. Trauma and justified paranoia and unfairly dubious legal status combined to mean that Bucky couldn’t yet handle anyone knowing where he slept. For a long time Steve’s only contact with him consisted of mysterious sniper shots obliterating enemies about to get the drop on Steve and Sam as they hunted Hydra remnants down, but over the summer by tacit agreement they had both settled —for a given value of the word— back in New York. And now they talked on the phone, and sometimes Bucky provided don’t-ask-don’t-tell overwatch on missions, and sometimes he came by Steve’s place for meals and company. Steve worried about him constantly, and missed his steady physical presence as he had since before the ice, but Bucky was getting by the best way he had, and he would respect that, no matter what.

If Bucky hadn’t picked up his call or agreed to come over he probably would have spent the night staring at the cold rain out the window, but that was nobody’s business but his own. He opened the door to his apartment, nudged the thermostat, and began pulling out the ingredients for simple chicken soup, feeling warm inside and out.

Before long there was a soft breath of chilly air, the sound of a window closing, and a quiet throat-clear. He turned and there Bucky was, in the corner of the living room, looking a little tense and sheepish as water dripped from his coat. The sight of him in his apartment gave Steve the immediate sense of all being right in his world. “Hey, pal.”

Bucky gave a small smile in reply. “Sorry, I—” he cleared his throat again, “drippin on your nice floor.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” said Steve, hearing his accent come out stronger as it always did around his oldest friend. “I got plenty of towels. I’ll get you some.”

He came back with and armload of fluffy towels as Bucky shrugged out of his coat. “Warm in here,” he murmured, with a little shiver as his body adjusted to the cozy temperature Steve had set.

“Sometimes I’m still surprised at how I can just make my place any temperature I want,” Steve chuckled, “I sure coulda used that back in the day.” Bucky just nodded, a hint of wonder in his face as he took the towel Steve offered. “I pulled some clothes out for you, you may as well let your things dry out while you’re here.” Wet clothes had been one of Bucky’s favorite fussing subjects back in the day, he couldn’t begrudge Steve this.

He did go to change after only a moment’s hesitation. Steve went back to the kitchen area but just hovered there. He wasn’t eavesdropping, he just had super hearing. There was another throat-clear, a sniff, and a husky cough as Bucky changed behind the closed door. He came out a moment later, rubbing his nose absently, wearing the crew neck sweater and thick soft black pants Steve had left out, and quirked an eyebrow. Steve blushed as he realized he’d been staring at the door waiting for it to open.

“I missed you, sue me,” he muttered as he moved toward him. He looked so soft, and still cold. Steve telegraphed before going in for a hug, but Bucky just moved into it with a little sigh, pressing his face into Steve’s shoulder and rubbing a little. He seemed tired. Steve wrapped his arms around him with his own sigh. He was so glad he was here.

Suddenly the shoulders he embraced tensed up with a quiet but sharp inhale, and before either of them could react, a silent “mmp!” of a stifled sneeze was pressed into Steve’s shoulder. Bucky pulled back but only had time to blink once in surprise before his nose visibly twitched. “Dish!” This sneeze, tiny and only a little less held-back, went more or less into Steve’s left pec.

They stared for a second, arms still loosely wrapped around each other. Bucky sniffled, rubbed his nose, muttering “Jesus, sorry” at the same time Steve said “bless you” with a little nonplussed smile. Steve’s cheeks felt warm and Bucky was blushing. His nose was also a faint pink, and he looked pale, with a particular tiredness around his eyes. Steve tucked his damp hair behind his ear to see more clearly, and Bucky shifted under his scrutiny, clearing his throat again with a rasp.

“You sound like— are you sick?”

Bucky started to roll his eyes at Steve, but he had to sniffle, and then his breath caught and his expression changed from exasperation to mild surprise as he stepped back and lifted his bent arm to muffle a soft strong sneeze. “EHh-tschuhh!”

“Aw, Buck,” Steve tutted, sounding like his mother.

“snfff, It’s nothing,” Bucky tried for a casual brush-off, but after a moment under what Sam called his Piercing Earnest Puppy-Dog Gaze he deflated, rubbing his nose on his wrist like it still tickled. “It’s been cold and wet for a week,” he groused in explanation, “sff, guess it got to me.”

“And you were out on that rooftop for hours,” Steve clucked, moving to the kitchen instead of wrapping Bucky up again and not letting go, “siddown. Lucky for you I was already making chicken soup.”

Bucky sat at the counter to watch Steve finish throwing ingredients into the pot. “Ooh, the one meal Steve Rogers can cook? Lucky me is right.”

“I can make breakfast!” Steve replied indignantly. Bucky scoffed, which turned into a little cough and sniffle. “Fine, well, I can make oatmeal. And meatloaf!” He said in triumph.

“Sez y-you...heh,” Steve glanced over to see him blinking up at the kitchen light and scrunching his nose ticklishly, but the sneeze abandoned him at the last minute and he buried his nose in his sleeve to rub itchily with a little growl. It was all fairly adorable.

They kept up the banter as Steve set everything simmering and cleaned up. Bucky kept having to sniffle and rub his nose, which was turning completely pink, and he had to pause with hitching breaths a few times. Steve remembered the war and all the years before— you could always tell when Bucky had a cold and not just a tickle in his nose because he’d spend the first few hours being mercilessly teased by sneezes that refused to manifest and left him blinking pinkly and sniffling like mad.

Eventually Steve took pity on him and rooted around a drawer until he found his small stash of clean folded handkerchiefs. Bucky glanced at what he was being offered with plaintive eyes, trying to get the sneeze to finally come, head tilted up and his metal hand pressing gently on the bridge of his poor nose, taking big, hitching inhales, building up torturously, “ehhHehh…hehhhh…hehh—HEH—…...HEHdjtcschOOoo!”

He’d been unable to focus on anything but the sneeze, so it just got aimed at his wrist and ended up sort of everywhere. He snatched the handkerchief in the second he had before another tickly spraying sneeze overcame him, and caught this one in the soft cloth. “HIHHDtsschuhh! Ohhh, mby god.” He groaned dramatically and blew his nose with relief. Once he’d gotten cleaned up he slumped down to the counter.

“Alright fidne, I’mb sick,” he sighed. Steve felt sorry for him, but he was caught up in warm nostalgia as well. Bucky never held out long with the tough-guy act before getting a bit pitiful. His mom and sisters had loved to fuss over him the rare times he was poorly, and after token resistance Bucky had lapped it up. When he and Steve lived together the dynamic was always Bucky mother-henning him, but Steve had reveled in the few times their roles had reversed. Bucky acting pitiful and Steve coddling him in his sharp bossy way had been one of the ways they flirted when neither really understood what they felt.

Bucky sniffled and Steve could hear the building congestion. He continued grumbling, “ya happy ndow?”

“Well, not that you got a cold, but yeah, Buck, I’m real happy you’re here. No point in a swanky heated apartment if I can’t put you up once in a while.”

“Hmmb.”

“Now cmon, blow your nose again and eat some soup. It’s not Ma’s but it’s as close as I can get it.”

Bucky picked up the crumpled hankie, grimaced, chuckled, then quietly gasped into a smaller sneeze, “hhh-hhh-hHMptshh, ugh, this ain’t gonna last much longer.” He blew his nose thoroughly and it left him alone while they ate their soup, side by side at the counter, elbows and knees nudging.

#AAAAA YAY I WROTE IT DOWN #this has been in my head forever and ever i thought i was gonna write it MONTHS ago and then the sprites abandoned me #i really want to keep going i have more but i also just want to post it before i have to go do stuff today #cuz with my writing motivation who the fuck knows #anyway i hope you like it plz let me know what you think!!!!!!!!!!! #snzfic #snz kink fic #cute sick bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #soft sickfic #understated stucky but it's def there #stucky #soft boys #lol i'm so stoked to be able to post something yall

[hotmess-exe]

it's not my story to tell, so i won't be writing it, but i sincerely hope to see an interactive fiction someday where the protagonist is a felon. specifically, i'd like the protag to be someone who has served their full sentence and just gotten out.

there is so little respect and empathy for that perspective, so i just would love a well-written IF about it

#maybe there is one and i'm unaware? #if #just thoughts #writing #was just thinking about the stigma that ppl who kill during psychotic episodes face once they are approved for release #and ofc the skepticism and wariness of the general public makes sense esp of whichever community was actually affected by the crime #but like #what do we believe y'all #wtf do we believe #is psychotherapy real or should ppl be locked up forever for doing something while literally out of their sane mind #do we believe in reform or do we keep everyone locked up bc it's more comfortable to treat people like refuse #do we believe in live and let live or do we want ppl to never live on if we personally deem them undeserving of peace or life #is psychosis a real thing or are we all pretending to understand and empathize with mental illness #fr fr #i just really hate how ppl are so comfy reacting in certain ways to that specific sort of perpetrator idk lol #gut reactions are one thing and using our brains and what we objectively know about psychology in combo with that is another #and when it comes to criminals ppl are very happy to abandon the latter and fully embrace the former #but claim to still be good decent people like............... #do you truly believe crimes committed during a psychotic break should be weighed the same as ones not? #cause if you do like... fuck you??? #and if you think they shouldn't.... then we *must* apply that logic to how we treat and perceive ppl cleared as not a danger #there's no perfect system anywhere but i hate how individuals are so quick and willing to disappear people we view as problems #the constant war on the unhoused is a good example too #mh #at capacity #the great sham #abolish prison anyway yknow

[melverie]

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh today I've been constantly experiencing the urge to un-private today-in-the-devildom & start writing for it again

#i'm gonna ramble in the tags but #i've been talking with starr (if you're reading this--hi starr!! <3) about the blog today and sharing some of the entries #and it just made me miss it so much #+ the conversation actually made me realize some other reasons why i didn't enjoy the blog in general anymore #like i genuinely love the blog and i genuinely loved writing for it & that conversation reminded me of that #but also there were so many reasons that ultimately pushed me to more or less abandon the blog & then later private it too #so i'm kind of at a loss here #tbh i think i'm mostly just scared to pick the blog up again only for it to end exactly like last time i picked it back up #i've actually always wanted for the blog to be a source of inspiration y'know? #like the things mentioned in the entries are kinda just small ideas right #i was hoping that people would read these & feel inspired to write or draw something of their own based on my entries #that was actually what made me start the blog in the first place. the hope that i could inspire others that way #aaahhhhhh.... maybe it's on me since i could have more openly communicated that idea...... #i did get to meet one wonderful person who wrote a few fics based on my entries tho!! (hi ali <3) #but yeah..there's that #also the way engagement just dropped significantly after a while #like i know i was gone for a good while & that a lot of people left the fandom and all that #but still getting maybe one reblog if i'm lucky really feels like a punch to the gut #ESPECIALLY considering that i was close to 900 followers on there #do you guys know that feeling when you proudly show someone you care about something you did only to get a disinterested answer? #yeah... #that's essentially how it feels like to me #and well as you might know the feeling of “why should i keep writing if apparently no one cares” eventually won... haha..... #but aaaahhhhh i'm still clinging onto the hope & what ifs here #that conversation with starr really just made me forget about everything that frustrated me about the blog & left me with this #longing feeling to start again lol #hey if you've made it this far into the tags let me just ask--would you care if i picked the blog back up? #would you also *show* that you care? #i'm actually quite curious (you could almost call me george lol) #anyway maybe we'll see each other on today-in-the-devildom again in the future.. who knows

[curseofpower]

There has never been a doubt in my mind that OoT Ganondorf cared about his people. Yes I've seen the arguments for otherwise, but I've also been able to deduce solid reasons against those arguments without issue. So. I'm pretty sure at this point it's not something I will ever have a change of heart over.

#feel free to ask questions about this #i will elaborate. #its such a pet peeve of mine when people claim he abandoned or used them. especially the latter because... how. where. #hes literally such a lone wolf conqueror it blows my mind. if anything he was keeping them out of harms way by drawing all the fire himself #(want to write a fic addressing this but lack the energy so heres a sad vague post concerning my dumb thoughts instead #be assured that if i do write it though its going directly onto this blog #im not going to spoil it except to tell you it will take place in the nebulous space of time between #Ganondorf breaking free from the sacred realm and the great flood. #personal hc

[purble-gaymer]

mmm just wanted to say that i really love your writing and i'm really excited to see what you make in the future! your gsa stuff is so pleasant and angsty and i've really been enjoying wwtmk <3 that's not even getting into how much i liked the cannibalism fic.... now you'll be a part of me forever !! i'm such a sucker for that kind of thing.

actually, i was kind of wondering what you were plotting for the future so i could look forward to it! i've loved following your work so farrrr

waa hello thank you!! yknow i don't hear much about the beast in the walls but i really love that one so good to know! i can share some of my prospective calendar (though everything i say is subject to change)

once wwtmk is done, i probably won't be posting much for a bit. i might do something sword/blade/mk related for valentine's day if i can think of an idea before then. after that though, i have another little project focused on the knights at the time they first met. it's a continuation of a fateful encounter. at the moment it's sitting at about 23k, and i think i'm a little past halfway through it. ideally i'll start publishing it sometime in late february or march, but winter is usually the busiest and most stressful term so it'll be later rather than sooner. plus i'd like to have a majority of it written out first. i don't exactly have a surplus of time or energy this time of year so it'll be a while still.

most ship content will probably end up on my other pseud for the foreseeable future (excluding the potential valentine's thing) to avoid like...cluttering things, i guess? so for that there's always more knights, maybe metamorpho in a normal context, maybe arthur/nonsurat for the two people who care because i love them a lot. oh and also falspar and dragato doing whatever the hell they're doing because i would die for them.

absolutely there will be more gsa one-shots. i've had some ideas floating around but no energy to really get into them. plus my usual strategy for the gsa is to sit down and write for three straight hours because they sort of automatically put me in a flow state, and i can't do that at school cause i have other things to do. there might be some stuff about their history. i don't really know where to begin with all that, plus there's ocs i'd have to deal with, so we'll see. galacta knight related stuff is also a possibility, especially more about him and mk when they were working for nme. check out how much galactadad angst i can make

overall this year i wanna write more out of my comfort zone honestly. writing things like the beast in the walls or know your place was weird but it was also really really fun. so if i ever jump on any out-there ideas, i might actually do something with them. OH THIS INCLUDES AN ARTHUR AND MK BEING FAMILY THING I'VE BEEN SITTING ON. i completely forgot about that. i should polish it up and publish it for my birthday because it is so self-indulgent and silly. so that is now happening next week. metamorphosed one-shot is also happening later this week (tomorrow or thursday) because i'm normal about that au.

so that's a lot, and most of it is very up in the air because i'm always doing things...but you can 100% expect more knights content in the near future. wwtmk is like standing on the edge of a canyon peeking into my kirby interpretations. i have to write or i will explode

#asks #excluded any of my 'not scrapped but not exactly on the chopping block' fics as to not get anyone's hopes up #i really really want to do an adventure from the meta-knights pov fic but every time i pick up my draft again i drop it for like six months #amazing mirror animeverse has been effectively abandoned. not sure i ever talked about that one #i confess. it's because i wanted mirror s/b/mk :pensive: #but yeah i can't keep myself away from gsa family fics. arthur and mk's relationship is everything to me #i have a thing about mk first meeting the gsa but i don't know if i want it to be a one-shot or a multi-chapter thing #sitting on a couple thousand words about it #it might just get posted as a one-shot at this point cause i want to share it but i don't really want to write more of it #or maybe as two chapters. because arthur dad moments are crucial #OKAY THAT'S ALL I'LL STOP FOR NOW!!! THANK YOU