#i feel like the whole fandom sees something in rosi that i just. do not get

[theogonies]

dressrosa/donquixote brothers brainrot incoming

i feel like the reason that a lot of rosi-focused fan content doesn't hit for me is that he's so woobified. like yeah he's definitely the better father figure to law but he also beat kids (even if his intentions were good in a weird shounen logic way lol) and repeatedly retraumatized law out of what was imo an ultimately selfish desire to prove his brother wrong--i genuinely cannot see a way that path would have ended well, even if doflamingo never intervened.

plus in light of doffy's grooming by vergo and trebol et al i think it's a lot more narratively interesting to ask how being raised by the navy would affect rosinante, possibly in a similar way. like we see him die *just* as he's getting a taste of the personal agency that his brother's had for years so we never get to fully see him through the repercussions of his own trauma, but even though from what i understand we don't really *know* whether sengoku raised rosi with the intention of sending him back to the donquixotes as a spy, it does create an interesting contrast where both brothers are being played against each other by outside parties using their respective senses of justice.

not trying to downplay that doflamingo is a fucked up guy who does fucked up things but i think it's weird that so many fics treat him as this utter monster while rosi gets to be, like, a normal dude. and i think that's because we see doffy at his absolute worst while rosi has always been filtered through law's grief and nostalgia. but at the end of the day they're way more interesting to me as narrative foils to each other, brothers who have been manipulated for most of their lives by forces outside of their control. it's not that they don't have agency but their relationship is so deeply defined by the terms of their separation as teenagers and i want to see rosi's side of that period and its consequences explored more.

idkidk not really sure what i'm getting at here i just wish that rosi was more interesting to me than he is lol. i know it's just because he wasn't around for long but imo he has so much untapped potential compared to the rest of the whole doffy/law/rosinante triangle. if you know any good darker/psychological, corazon centric fics please send them my way <3

#sorry i usually keep my unprompted character analysis thoughts to my notes app but felt like sharing this one #i feel like the whole fandom sees something in rosi that i just. do not get #but i want to love him! i really do! #i know the answer is to just write this stuff myself so maybe it'll make it into leverage at some point lol #idk if you really can get into doffy as a character without talking about rosinante #ronan talks #one piece #donquixote rocinante #donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law #donquixote pirates

[starlightdreaming]

Happy(?) Birthday! Pt.1/2

Lucifer x Reader!

Fandom: Hazbin hotel

Content Warning: Angst to comfort, Birthday blues, another vent fic! (mb) Neglected/Abandoned friendship. Also this fic takes place in like a Highschool AU? I guess.

Synopsis: It’s your birthday! Who could possibly forget that?

Further Note: ITS MY BIRTHDAY RAHHH (4/11)

(Insert bday art here idk lol im working on it)

You sighed as you stared out the window on the second floor, head resting under your hand as you leaned into your desk. You watched the birds chirping in the trees, neglecting your work assignment your teacher had given you twenty minutes ago. You never did your work in the first place anyways, you were always doodling or drawing on them, not feeling motivated to do much else.

You heard footsteps approaching you while you were daydreaming, you turn to see your teacher had placed your paperwork down onto your desk, not giving you a glance. You look down at the paper seeing the usual grade you always get, another ‘F’ like anything else. Usually you just don’t turn in any paperwork, you grab your paper from the desk and shoved it in your bag, it already being long forgotten.

You looked out the window again, gray clouds covering the sky, making the day feel all the more duller. Halfway through the day, the bell rang, signaling it was time for lunch. It was the only time you actually enjoyed throughout the day, all your friends and you would hangout together for the good hour of the school day, you grabbed your bag again, putting it against your back, standing up and leaving the classroom. Many kids your age had walked past you, talking to their friends, going to classes and hallways to meet and hang out, the same you were about to do.

You turned in the hallway towards the stairs, following down as the kids flooded every corner of the building. After escaping the staircase you walked down the long hall that passed by the principals office and school library, reaching the cafeteria that held kids as they shouted and ran. The school felt flawed on how many open windows there were, letting random public eyes stare through the schools windows, seeing the many children that were in the facility, it really did bother you but no one seemed to care at all. You put your bag down at one of the small tables in the cafeteria room, walking to the lunch line to get your ‘healthy nutritional meal’ the schools claims them to be.

You scrolled through your phone as you waited, feeling the anxiety gnawing at your body as if the whole school was staring at you. They weren’t obviously but it still felt that way no matter what you did. It was terrible. Your anxiety chipped away when you saw Lucifer walk in the cafeteria, placing his bag next to yours, he saw you waiting in line and waved at you with a cheery smile, you waved back, smiling as well shyly.

He hopped in line with you, not caring what others think. You craved his confidence, confidence that gave you the ability to express yourself without caring or feeling everyone’s judgment upon you. “Happy birthday, Y/n!” He chimed loudly, making your heart sink from the attention you were nothing gathering but you tried your best to brush it off as you tried to keep your focus on your best friend of three years. “Oh, thanks Lulu..” you say nervously, hugging your arm.

“I made you a little something for your birthday but I’ll show you after we get our lunch!” He says excitedly while you both stepped further in the line, grabbing trays and a small milk carton to drink and putting them on your trays, stepping further down the line, getting your meals next, “so what do you plan on doing today?” He asked, looking at you with his ruby red eyes and rosy red cheeks, making your face heat up, “oh, uh.. nothing really..” you say, saddening at the loss of what to do, you felt like it was just a day closer to death and it made you worry.

“Aw don’t worry,” he says nudging you a little, “we can think of something together!” He smiles at you, his fangs showing as he tilted his head. You smiled and looked away, your face feeling more hotter the longer he stared at you.

After you both had got your meals, you both sat down together at the small circular empty table, making you wonder, “where is everyone else?” You asked, looking at Lucifer while he dug in his bag after putting his food down, “oh they’re hanging out with other people today in clubs! Wanted to join em but I didn’t want to leave you here by yourself.” He says as he pulled out a paper, turning to you, “here, I made this for you!” He says, eagerly showing his gift, it was a drawing of you and a bunch of ducks… as if he doodled them out of boredom, “oh, thank you so much Lulu.” You smiled, taking the drawing from him and admiring it with a smile, “it’s really cute.” “yeah? I’m glad!” He says, zipping up his bag and putting it on his back, picking up his tray, “I got to hangout with someone today, we have to discuss our project together but I promise to come back!” He smiles at you comfortingly as your smile faltered, “oh, alright then.” You say as you bring your smile back on your face slightly, trusting he would keep his word.

He left the cafeteria, leaving you alone with no one else. When the year began, your lunch table would be full of your friends, filled with even your friend’s friends, then later over time, your friends started separating in different hang out spots, leaving you here now, alone at your table on your birthday. You sighed as you waited for Lucifer to return, those seconds turned into minutes as time went by, your lunch felt unbearably long as you sat there listening to the other kids around you laughing and smiling, enjoying each others company as they conversed, making you feel all the more lonely. You felt too anxious to try and look for him, wandering the halls while people even gave you a glance in the halls was the last thing you wanted. You wish you could have just been invisible, you think it’s all the better to avoid everyone. Well, it’s not like the opposite is happening to you currently, who would want to even talk to you? You poked at your food, not feeling hungry and definitely not eating whatever the school serves.. it doesn’t even look nutritious or healthy.

You decided to throw your meal away, seeing as Lucifer hadn’t come back yet and lunch was almost over, you still expected him to come, even if he was a little late. He promised. You decided to go on your phone, distracting yourself with the little time there was and not before long; the bell rang.

It seemed like he did forget, even though he promised.

You sighed sadly, slightly betrayed by the trust of that promise, you were going to talk to him about it later.

You opened your bag and took out your binder before you left the cafeteria, staring down at your feet as you held the binder, hugging it. You avoided everyone’s and anyone’s gaze as you walked down the hall, your next class was upstairs, so you had walked up the crowded stairs, feeling your anxiety gnawing you as everyone pushed to go up the steps, when you made it out, you exhaled a breath quietly, not noticing you were holding it. You went to your next classroom door, waiting there as you held your binder, finding comfort in it as if it was like a shield from the world, it wasn’t long before you heard a familiar and loud laugh, you looked up and saw Lucifer with Lilith, he was smiling widely as he walked past you, not even acknowledging or noticing you, your heart sank, it further confirmed that he had actually forgotten about you and it hurt you. You raised your binder up to your face, hiding the tears forming from watching Lucifer happily spend time with someone else rather than you.

To you, Lucifer was your first. In a room full of people, you would choose Lucifer but as you watched Lucifer walk down the hall, looking at Lilith so attentively, you could tell he would never choose you. The thought made you go further into a rabbit hole, if Lucifer was the closest person to you in all the people you have had ever met.. does that mean no one would choose you as their first? You sucked in a breath, feeling your tears start to flow, you immediately wiped them away, your anxiety rising in you again, you were afraid someone would start asking questions or concerns and that would make your crying worse.

The teacher finally opened the door and you walked in first, looking down and using your hair to hide your tears, you sat at a desk that was at the corner of the wall, you turned to it, hiding your reddened face. You quietly sniffled as you used your sweaters sleeves to wipe and clean your face, you tried to distract yourself with something else, trying to stop the tears and thoughts, embarrassed to cry in public. You just wanted to go home and hide in your bed, hide away from the world.

You ignored the teacher as she began to ramble on with her lecture, you picked up your pencil and pulled out a paper from your binder, drawing and doodling to distract yourself. You felt completely blue, you didn’t feel like it was your birthday anymore after seeing Lucifer had forgotten or stopped caring about it anymore, you looked at the drawing he had made you and you were holding onto that sliver of hope that maybe he just didn’t notice you in the hallway and you were just being dramatic, thats all.

You lied to yourself, finding a sliver of comfort in it and that was the whole point. You always lied to comfort yourself, it was a coping mechanism at this point and it was the only comfort you could find in your life currently. When you pulled out the drawing Lucifer had made and saw yourself smiling on the paper, you wish you had felt the same way the drawing had did. You wanted to just have a birthday where you sat at the middle of the table, a cake in front of you lit in candles, you wanted all your friends and family to be surrounding you, singing and telling happy birthday with smiles on their faces, it’s all you wanted for your simple birthday.

Although you couldn’t see it being true to happen, you could just daydream and even draw it the scenario and thats what you did. You drew yourself and all those ‘friends’ you had, it was terribly made but it made you somewhat smile, you felt like you were in the drawing somewhat, like it actually happened and wasn’t just a doodle to cope, it felt surreal.

after one drawing, you drew another, indulging yourself in a fantasy with art, you kept drawing yourself in scenarios of you and characters you had made, blocking out the reality of your classes and school assignments as you were wallowed up in your own world, living in it now.

You had spent the entire day drawing, relieved school was now over for the day, you got the chance to finally look for Lucifer and talk to him, hoping he didn’t just completely forget you like everyone else had.

After going down the hallways, heading toward the front of the school for buses and car pick ups, you saw Lucifer talking with Lilith but that didn’t matter, what mattered was that he would go to your party - if he even remembered.

“Hey Lucifer, are you still going to my party?” you chimed, throwing your anxiety and intrusive thoughts out the window for a moment to ask him that question genuinely. You had spoke rather loudly, alerting people around you but you definitely caught Lucifers attention, when he turned to you, your smile faltered. Lucifer was looking at you and not in a pleasant way either, he looked at you with an estranged look, like as if you were a stranger and was confused as to why you were even inviting him to such an event. It made you step back in surprise from his expression, you looked around you and saw people staring at you, Lilith included and it made your heart sink, your anxiety spiking from the judgmental looks that surrounded you.

You began to panic, seeing all eyes were on you now, you waved at Lucifer, laughing nervously as you wanted to leave the situation quickly, “nevermind, i’ll figure it out!” You say awkwardly before walking out the building rather quickly. You hid at a corner of the school panting, you threw your bag to the side as you leaned against the wall and sat down, hugging yourself as you tried to calm your breathing, your tears falling down your face from the stress of the situation you were in a moment ago.

You wiped your face, hearing your phone in your pocket buzz. It was your mom, she texted you that she was here to pick you up, you felt rather relieved. You didn’t have to endure the bus ride home and you could avoid Lucifer too, you cleaned your face as quickly and perfectly as you could, grabbing your bag as you stood up to text your mom where you were specifically.

After a bit, your tears dried up and your mom drove to the lot, you walked to the car, getting in as you set your beg next to you, looking at your mom with a smile.

It was a comfortable drive, your mom had asked you what you had wanted for your birthday, a cake was included. As you spent time with your momma, you had gotten yourself a laptop, your mother agreeing to pay it for you, you were happy and rather excited to be able to use the new device for your school work (further art projects).

The way home was rather rejuvenating from the dreadful day you had to endure, feeling like no one had wanted to even or care about your day of your birth, your mom had made it all the more better, he sweet smile and a song chimed of your birthday, your family somewhat cared, they cared more than what you had expected, it was much but it was just enough for you to feel better about your day.

You had clicked and messed with your new laptop your mom had gifted you, not caring about the know at your door. You saw your mom was on her way to open it anyways so you didn’t bother as you kept typing in your notes and opening sites as you smiled only for time to stop when you heard a familiar male voice at the door, asking and calling for you, “Y/n is home right? I didn’t see her at the bus stop on the way home like we were supposed to.”

You stood up to go to the front door curiously, your mom smiled as she spoke, “yes, shes right here!” she chimed, turning to you and gesturing you to talk with your friend at the door, you saw the familiar blonde and immediately knew it was Lucifer, you wanted to just close the door but that would make your mom raise concerns you didn’t want her to worry about, “Happy Birthday Y/n.” Lucifer smiled at you, dressed somewhat formally, he was wearing something different than what he wore at school, you smiled nervously as you avoided his gaze, “thanks..” you say as you fiddled with the front door knob, kinda just wanting to hide away in your room now.

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cliffhanger and rushed, mb gang (just wanted to get this posted.)

#character x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer

[moonlightdancer26]

I'm an ex-marauders fan at this point, but haven't yet worked up the nerve to leave :( Wish me luck.

The marauders fandom promises acceptance and tolerance and lighthearted fun, but as soon as Severus comes up, the previously rosy atmosphere turns downright ugly. I've seen so many marauders fans posting or reblogging about how “your trauma is valid”, how “intentions don’t matter if you hurt someone”, and how “apologies don’t count if they’re coupled with an excuse”… who also go out of their way to justify the ‘prank’ because Sirius didn’t /mean/ to almost kill Snape, and how it’s really all Snape’s fault, and why can’t he get over it already since the marauders clearly became better people (even though Snape never received any kind of apology or any indication that they regretted their behavior)?

And these posts live side by side on their dash? Idk just needed to vent as i figure out where to go next in this fandom (or maybe another one altogether)...

WTF THIS ASK WAS FROM SEPTEMBER 😭😭 I’M SO SORRY I SWEAR I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO ANSWER YOUR ASK BUT I GOT TOO BUSY AND ALWAYS POSTPONED IT 😭

Anyway, I totally wish you luck anon. It’s hard switching fandoms and building up the courage to “move to the other side,” but I can tell you that it is 100% worth it when you realise how much the Snapedom differs from the Marauders fandom! As someone who’s been in the fandom for many years, seen what both sides are like, and has a bunch of friends (both online and irl) who don’t always share the same opinion, I can safely say that we are generally far more accepting of different opinions than the Marauders fandom. We tend to steer clear of them because they’re.. very persistent about their opinions and find it amusing to purposefully mistag their anti-Snape posts or to scroll through pro-Snape/anti-Marauders tags and attack the posters. But if you’re not like that and you can accept not always agreeing with friends or fandom members, then we’ll welcome you with open arms <3

And honestly I agree, I’ve seen Marauder stans make excellent and detailed analyses of their favourite characters and articulate their arguments greatly. But then all that reading comprehension shoots out the window when it comes to Snape, and you suddenly see them brush him off as nothing more than a “obsessed incel nazi” and call it a day. I’ve seen similar things happen with Snape fans as well, and I completely understand how you feel.

All I can say is: Just leave the Marauders fandom. Either announce it with a post and say that you no longer wish to be in the Marauders fandom or want to switch to the Snape fandom. Or if you want, you can create another blog altogether. The important thing is that you do it now and get it over with, because simply reading your ask and knowing how it’s negatively affecting you really upsets me. This ask was sent around 2 months ago, so I hope that by now you’ve done something about it, but if you haven’t, this is what I think about the whole situation. I wish you the best ❤️❤️ and if you, or anyone else who’s struggling with anything similar, want to DM me and talk about this, don’t hesitate to do so.

#anti marauders fandom #anti toxic fandoms #anti marauderfen #anti marauder stans #anti snaters #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

[marciaillust]

Hi!! This has probably already been asked but I can’t find anything on it. Do you have any plans to continue with the clockmaster?? I really enjoyed reading it and would love to see more of it if you’re wanting to do anything more with it!! No worries if not though, I just thought it was really funky and it made my brain happy :))

Hi!

Yes, The Clockmaster is absolutely gonna continue!

The reason I stopped making The Clockmaster is a series of events, the major one being that 3 years ago I suffered an arm injury that came with 24/7 chronic pain, which really took a toll on me and my relationship with drawing. For a period of time I couldn't create and after that drawing anything came with soul destroying pain which made it impossible to create new pages on a weekly basis. I am still dealing with it but after 3 years of physio and what not I am doing better than ever, and as you might have seen I'm even making comics again :)

I know the comic's been gone for quite some time but I have not lost any interest in making it. More than that, during my break I learned a lot about storytelling, making comics, making my process more efficient among many other things, so I'd like to think when TCM comes back it will be a delightful read haha! I hope the two bigass doujinshis I created during the break stand as a proof of that!

However, when it comes back The Clockmaster will definitely be released in a new format - I don't think I will be doing weekly updates anymore, I will be releasing it in chapters. Longer breaks, but each update will be a nice lengthy read. The main reason for that is that having created two whole comic books during my time away I learned I find it so much easier, more enjoyable and preferable to create and finish comics in their entirety prior to anyone seeing them. I think the doujinshis have much better pacing, the economy of storytelling comes into play big time, and the emotional buildups and payoffs land way better. I want that for The Clockmaster! I want it to be excellent! I want to see the whole dang forest and not just the trees :)

However, to be completely honest, the earliest Clockmaster will come back is winter 2024. The reason for that is so far my schedule is looking positively packed for the upcoming months. Firstly, I want to conclude the 2nd asoryuu doujinshi extravaganza and I predict the last orders will be sent out in March. After that I will be moving between countries. I don't want to disclose too much info about my private life but many things will change for me and things will be hectic at least until August if not September 2024. As I said, I want to release The Clockmaster in bigger chunks now, so the chunk will have to be drawn. That will take months. But it's coming back! Meet me here same time next year and Orion, Rosie and Garret will be right there with me!!

Lasty, to conclude this essay of an answer: Thank you for saying you enjoyed reading it. The Clockmaster is something very dear to my heart and even though I am creating it for myself there is this worrying voice at the back of my head that when it comes back noone will care, that it's been 3 years and everyone forgot, and that it's not fandom stuff so noone will give it the time of the day. But hearing you say you enjoyed reading it makes me feel that art is timeless in its ability to make people feel something and that I am capable of creating of art that does just that :)

#the clockmaster

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Homestuck

Character: Jade Harley

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Description: Pwetty pls with a cherry on top for a Jade Harley Yandere headcanons? I haven't seen much-

- Eridan Anon

Sure! I'm worried I didn't get her character right so I might edit this with suggestions.

Yandere! Jade Harley Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Delusional yandere, Slight paranoia, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Jade is probably one of the more isolated humans of Homestuck except maybe Dirk and Jake.

She lives alone on her island and primarily uses Pesterchum to be social before the session.

She had Bec before entering the session and often gardened.

Other than that she was primarily very alone.

For this concept I'd imagine she talked to you through Pesterchum and you were another human who joined the session

Essentially you're with John, Rose, Dave, and Jade's group as a fifth.

Jade is naturally very caring towards those she sees as friends.

She'd often talk and share interests and topics with you and doesn't meet you in person until you're in the session.

Jade's first interactions with you include sharing knowledge and guiding you when it comes to the game.

It takes time but she'll eventually see you in person, something she is quite excited to do.

To be fair she's excited to meet all of her friends… but you the most!

Jade is always very excited and positive.

When around you she's eager to offer help as you try to survive your session.

Being clingy, protective, and manipulative are probably big parts of her yandere type from what I can recall with her.

She is another “she knows best” yandere due to her knowledge at times.

While she is very helpful and caring, she can get impatient with the emotions of herself or others at times.

Jade may not realize what she's doing is wrong at first.

She's clingy with you because she's been so alone.

That part seems reasonable to her… then there's the fact she's a bit jealous.

You're all friends here!

If that's the case… then why does she feel so upset when the others are with you?

Jade couldn't take you as hers before the session started as she's so far away and isolated.

In fact kidnapping may not even come up for this concept except for now.

That's because I feel she hits her peak when she hits Dog-Tier and you all survive The Scratch.

Y'know the point I'm talking about, when she and John travel the Yellow Yard on the ship.

You happen to be there too.

Which makes Jade able to spend even more time with you.

In terms of Jade's yandere intensity it's a bit hard for me to pinpoint.

Part of me wants to stay she can be docile.

She is overall cheery and rosy with you, she never wants to hurt you or punish you.

Jade just seems like she'd crave your attention due to being isolated for so long.

As Dog-Tier she's probably now even more close to you due to her new dog characteristics.

For example, loyalty and need for affection.

On the other hand I can say she's intense due to her skills.

She's fully capable of keeping you to herself with her powers and abilities.

Although hopefully won't have to force you to do anything!

She's a really sweet girl… you may feel comfortable enough with her as is.

If you are unhappy she does her best to remedy the situation.

Surely she'll find something to make you happy on the ship!

Also, since it's just you, her, and John for the most part on the ship her jealousy is greatly reduced.

Although you oddly catch her growling towards John for getting too friendly with you.

Asking Jade about this leads to her saying it's involuntary. 

Jade is probably half aware/oblivious to the extent of her obsession.

She always seems to have an excuse for her behavior.

She's overprotective because of the whole Lord English situation.

Everything she does is just to help you!

John may say she's clingy… but she just can't seem to see it.

Jade wouldn't want to hurt anyone.

That's why I feel plotted murder isn't something she thinks of.

She'll defend you, but aims not to kill for the most part.

Escape would be difficult with her, but why would you want to leave?

Jade wants to make you happy and give you everything she can.

She's dedicated to you wholeheartedly and hates it when you're sad.

Jade feels like, as her Dog-Tier, a yandere that would be nice to be around but holds extreme power against you.

She tries not to scare you away but is capable of keeping you with her.

Jade's obsessive nature may disturb you at times…

But she just means well, right?

#yandere homestuck #yandere homestuck x reader #yandere jade harley

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

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Popular Fic: The First Year: The first year back in Twelve, an extension of the last chapter of Mockingjay. Picks up from "Peeta, bearing a warm loaf of bread, shows up with Greasy Sae. She makes us breakfast and I feed all my bacon to Buttercup." A year of Katniss and Peeta making do, breaking down, and "growing back together." Working on the book. Baking. Hunting. "Real." Sitting around the fire with Haymitch. A birthday, a toasting. "Strange bits of happiness."

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Popular Fic: The Hunger Games from Peeta's POV: “I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning...won’t help in my case.” I want to go back to the charming lies. I planned for this, so why does it feel like something in my gut is rotting? “Why ever not?” Caesar asks. I drag in a deep breath. All that strategizing over how to win the most sympathy, and now I feel like I’ve lost control of my face. My mask is slipping, my cheeks growing hot. There are so many eyes on me, all of them hungry. I meet Haymitch’s gaze in the crowd. His hard expression isn’t exactly comforting, but at least he isn’t enjoying this the way everyone else is. I feel my mouth open as though pulled with a string. “Because...because...she came here with me.”

whenthewallfell :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Cracks and Sparks and a Stop-Start Heart: It's not the same as before. He can sort of remember it now, a childish fantasy borne of a broken home and a desperate loneliness, but there's no emotion attached to it beyond a vague sort of pity. It's a bit like reading a report. (@whenthewallfell)

#authors #active authors masterlist #active authors #everlark fanfiction #thg fanfiction #everlark #masterlist #thg

[nunalastor]

Ask Compilation LET'S GOOO

@onceuponahotel asked:

*closes app for one day*

*opens it before bed*

*sees whatever fuckery is on nunalastor's blog*

This is why I stay on this godforsaken app lol

like a cursed news app

@timeladix asked:

Cursed mod on the left and dickmaster on the right (ik this bc i was there, took the photo myself ofc)

(Basically the energy you each give off in my head lmao)

-🦋

cursed mod and dickmaster are the same person but i can confirm this is two sides of their multiple personalities.

Anonymous asked:

what is by far THE MOST cursed ask you've ever got?

honestly they're all pretty bad. maybe one day we'll go through and pull our top 10 or something for a cursed ask bracket or something (if anyone wants to go through the cursed ask tag and pull some and do it instead, by all means feel free)

Anonymous asked:

1985 type song about Alastor and his refusal to get with the times

'cause he's still pre-occupied with 1935.

Anonymous asked:

Razzle can also turn into a giant dragon (sheep devil thing) and there is a nonzero chance there are dragon fuckers here. Razzle x Alastor has my support!

Anonymous asked:

One divorced dad and one single dad meet and now the dads are dating and their daughters are siblings. Chaos siblings to be exact.

Anonymous asked:

I just feel like the *thump* *squeak* posts have died down too much.

So

*thump*

*squeak*

*thump*

Anonymous asked:

I’m always so worried that I forget to turn the anon on and my friends are going to see this anyway

Rosie asks her husbands if they’re okay with being railed as a way to know if she’s gonna eat them (so far they have all said no and tasted horrible)

*thump* *squeak* *thump*

If you do, just let us know and we'll delete it. But your friends will always know you're into freaky cannibal shit.

@urrandomrand asked:

Hey. I feel sorry for u

Damn they felt so bad they deleted their whole account.

Anonymous asked:

*thump* *squeak* *thump* *squeak*

Anonymous asked:

You think if Lucifer menstrates, Alastor forces him to use a cup so that when he's done with it, Alastor can drink it like fine wine?

I think you should seek help, personally.

Anonymous asked:

Lucifer eats baked potatoes for breakfast because I like projecting onto him and I eat baked potatoes for breakfast.

Anonymous asked:

My entire Tiktok feed is that *alastor is a circus who lets people play in his urine*

The shit i get from your tumblr is way more wholesome

I fucking 💕 this fandom

The circus memes are so much less cursed.

Anonymous asked:

Oh yes, that! Can't fucking post links in anon...

-Alastors Dick

You can add a space between parts of the link I believe. Like, nunalastor. tumblr. com/tagged/alastorsdick

Anonymous asked:

Hiiiiii hope you're doing well and you've getting them eepies accordingly :>

-🦋

Cursed mod said they were gonna go take a nap a while ago but that's usually a fucking lie and they're still up.

Anonymous asked:

Ok on the subject of crackships again

What about mollie x cherri and pentious x arackniss

what about all four together maybe pentious has enough dicks for everyone

@floatingcamel23 asked:

hello mom-

I have zero parental instincts. So, I'm probably more like your mom than you realize.

Anonymous asked:

Shiiit, listen to this without looking at the screen.

Hells Greatest Dad (hazbin hotel) - But i converted it to midi (youtube.com)

Do you hear them singing still?

-Alastors Dick Link. Not even remotely. It sounds like cursed cat alastor stepping on the keys of a piano repeatedly.

Anonymous asked:

do you think that Alastor hides his tail because it's actually a switch and you can turn him off like you would turn off a radio by flipping his tail like a switch?

Anonymous asked:

Alastor car

link

Anonymous asked:

*sexually inserts rubber duck into lucifer's ass and then jumps on him repeatedly*

Anonymous asked:

In response to the dog toy thing-

Vaggie has a stroke of anger because she's basically gained some sort of trauma from hearing it every night. Alastor bursts out laughing. Lucifer turns into a tomato.

Anonymous asked:

Using light mode should be considered a sin

#cursed asks #nunalastor asks

[onelungmcclung]

rosie/kidd truther anon here to deliver a half baked thesis on why its good 🤓 (obligatory english isnt my first language)

the first thing that stood out to me is that jack is like “rosie is thee pilot ever and if u were half as good as him u could maybe make it to 10 missions” and he hadnt complimented someone like that in the whole show. also u opened my eyes when u said that it looked like rosie was trying to flirt w him in ep 7 and has opened my mind to many what ifs + its the good ole serious dude falls for the sweetest and happiest guy on the planet, what im saying is, they compliment each other :)

honestly i just think its cute and they both deserve some love, maybe when i rewatch the show ill say something coherent but in the meanwhile im trying to draw them (i hate men and their complicated faces but fuck it we ball 😮‍💨)

I'm gonna sound like a bad feminist(tm) but I actually really like drawing men because they tend to have more prominent facial bones and I find that easier. (obv some men don't but I have to ignore them bc they make me look bad.)

anyway I'll try to make you some more sets of that scene for sure. if you post any art, please do feel free to let me know (I don't usually go into fandom tags).

it is kind of a big deal for Kidd to compliment anyone and it does a lot to establish how good a pilot Rosie is, because when Kidd says anything you know it's 100% true and doubly so when he says something nice. (Rosie is actually in the room at the time, although I'm not sure if he overhears it or not -- but I don't think it makes any difference to Kidd. he's saying it because he means it, not because he's being polite and he's not going to be embarrassed about telling the truth.)

which is why I thought in ep 9 Kidd should have got to do some non-combat copiloting with Rosie, because they clearly respect each other and Kidd deserves to fly more and have nice things and, you know, I'm sure flying is more fun without the flak.

and tbqh Rosie does look a bit like he's trying to flirt with Kidd. also it's different/interesting to see someone approaching Kidd with that kind of... lightness. (they both take the business of war seriously but they carry it differently.)

fuck it we ball 🤝

#replies #kidd x rosie #'charactering'

[slutnali]

for the ask game: the blue ones for rosnali (or just one of them if that’s easier)

joleyyyy, ty bestie ✨

💤 Napping HC

Nali's more likely to indulge in naps whereas Rosie is always up, feeling like there's something to do/get done or tend to. If she's napping she's either really tired, sick or Nali shot her those puppy eyes + pouting combo to get Rosie to join her

🚙 Road Trip HC

Rosie's the one driving for sure but depending on the length of the trip they will trade places. Nali's definitely in charge of the playlist or else she'll be succumbed to showtunes the whole drive and its best they dont argue while on the road egbueigberui she creates a long playlist and makes sure to add some showtunes in between songs to satisfy Rosie, but the one thing neither of them have an issue with is the amount of Bey. That's their diva.

Also you know they're getting a shitload of snacks at the rest stops because no they didn't plan the food portion prior to the roadtrip

💦 Pool/Beach Day HC

Nali's a menace because she wears those string bikini's that temp Rosie to pull the strings off, but in turn Nali has to fight the urge to undo Rosie's top to get a handful of her tits so !!!!!! Rosie's white ass for sure burns easily so she's constantly asking Nali to reapply sunscreen on her because she does Not want to deal with being burned😭 Nali's more of the tanning oil kind of girl, she wants a nice tan, Rosie makes sure she doesn't fall asleep.

And who knows, maybe they get a little too touchy in the water where no one can spot them.

💎 Marriage HC

For these two I love them getting married, idk they're like my lovey dovey endgame bitches even though this fandom is def not the type to have OTP's. Endgames etc.. lmao we're Old.. but anyway this is sort of hard to do in general so I'll talk about one of my au's

shedevil au: they have a vegas wedding, it's small and intimate with their family and closest friends. love the vegas wedding aesthetic of those chapels and the lights and just ahhhh. the proposal is cute, they visit a photobooth at the beach boardwalk where they became a couple, they're doing diff poses for each picture but on the second to last one nali takes out the little box to ask rosie to marry her

🎭 Jealous HC

These two bitches are some of the most charming/charismatic and affectionate people and yes, they for sure get jealous/territorial for sure lmfaoo Nali sometimes enjoys pushing some of Rosie's buttons to get a specific reaction out of her that'll end up with her being whisked away.

But for actual jealousy, Denali gets a bit bratty/bitchy when she sees someone else flirting with Rosie or trying to talk her up. Whats hers is hers. As for Rosie, I think hers will stem mostly from over protectiveness more than anything, occasionally from deep rooted insecurity from her past.

#answered #writing meme #rosenali

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hello Jalebi, how are you? Hope everything's good. I have been following you for a couple of years now and am in awe of the work you put to keep this fandom alive. You are truly amazing! So for my ask, this scene where arnav is intentionally rude to kushi after that night he fainted and she took care of him and Anjali made Arnav realise that he has feelings for kushi and Arnav is literally in shock to realise that indeed he cares for her. My question is why is he shocked? He already came to that realization after the whole "kushi might be in an accident" scenario, I mean by the end of it he is minutes away from proposing her. He wanted to hate her after the contract marriage but he couldn't. Isn't that why he always looks haunted? Like there is internal battle all the time. So why is he so shocked when Anjali tells him something that he already should have known? Thanks for taking your time to answer this .

Hello Anon!

I'm doing well :) Thank you so much for the love - reading these always gives my fuzzy feels <3 <3 <3

I have very complicated feels for that scene because Anjali clearly saw Arnav belittle his wife and lie to her and she just romanticized it all under the pretext that he doesn't want Khushi to feel guilt.

She doesn't even confront him, she's like "aww you love Khushi, you care for her, that's why you're being a piece of crap to her..."

Which makes me wonder if Anjali ever was truly happily married or just twisted everything in her life to make it all rosy?

In fact the whole scene doesn't make sense. Arnav made a mockery out of Khushi's care and he's not just telling her he was unwell - he said after knowing she spent all night looking after him and caring for him.

And this is a woman who loves to sleep.

Also the whole scene of Khushi caring for Arnav despite him treating her terribly is taken straight out of abusive relationships.

Arnav being abusive wasn't the issue - the fact that they tried to romanticize this was.

Which is why it felt like a forced moment so as to the audience doesn't "hate" Arnav for lying to Khushi because "oh he's in love".

Khushi - too - irritated the hell out of me during the Swami track - but this was also the show rewriting any growth Arnav and Khushi had so... they could lengthen the show? I don't know tbh.

Lol, Arnav being surprised matches my surprise cause for the life of me I couldn't see whatever Arnav pulled was a reaction of love.

I don't understand any of it tbh. It's one of those plot points where I'd lift and put it somewhere else in the story where it would make more sense - like the scene itself makes more sense when Anjali tries to counsel Khushi on how to get closer to Arnav (his aversion to affection) and then counsel Arnav on how he should open up further to his wife.

There - this makes more sense than whatever we saw.

So tbh, I don't understand that scene and motivation. I think the intent was to show that underneath it all Arnav cares for Khushi and that whatever he tried was to distance himself from the growing attachment to Khushi despite her 'treacherous' character.

And in my opinion, this would've been better translated if Arnav actually closed himself off from Khushi and she gets frustrated why he's being in a certain way until he snaps.

Arnav playing games is a trait - post Diwali angst was so so so well done - but it was done to prove a point. His selfish need to show Khushi that he fits best in her life than whoever she's engaged to and it matters to her where he shows his affection (it was toxic but written damn damn damn well). They tried to show this is a revenge for the Swami track but that also was so horrifying to me, so...

Kya bolu ab? They kept showing progress between the two and then scrapping that progress for whatever reasons they best know which is why most of post marriage feels like a loop instead of fitting cohesively.

Which is understandable considering TV shows are, unfortunately, written daily based on TRPs instead of plotlines.

Best,

Jalebi

#Ask #swami track #ipkknd #anon #about arnav #totally derailed the answer to give my rant

[akookminsupporter]

Hi Rosie I'm one of those quiet followers on your blog that don't say much but I like the things you post 😀 can I confess something without judgment? As a jimin biased person I'm so frustrated with what's happening with army on twt right now they are spending all their time and energy fighting with antis that they clearly lost focus on what's really important don't they realize that there will ALWAYS be haters? That's never gonna change I don't get why this energy is being wasted on that noise (now this isn't all army's I'm talking about of course) so in my confession I'm contemplati g that after jm comeback is complete if I'm going to take Break from twt mainly that platform because I am seeing the clear bias against jimin and where "some" peoples priorities clearly lie, I'll still support anything BTS release of course because I love them but i hate that I'm seeing the Fandom in a different light in regards to how jimin is being treated. Am I wrong in feeling this way? All I want is jimin to be successful and get the support he deserves just like the rest of the members. is that so wrong?

-sincerely, a tired/fed up jimin biased person 😫

Hello, anon! Sorry for not answering your Ask until now, for some reason I didn't see it when you sent it.

I completely understand you and I think we should all take a break from Twitter, unfortunately, I won't do it but I would love too haha.

I think the whole conversation or complaints related to the fandom in relation to Jimin are not new. Some will say that a lot of the things that have happened in the last few days or weeks were really to be expected in this new chapter but it's impossible to notice that some things only seem to affect Jimin. The last few days, in particular, were great proof of that.

So no, anon, you're not wrong for feeling that way. You would never be wrong for feeling the way you do about someone or something. Take as much time as you need and trust that Jimin Karma exists and that it always does its job very well.

#anon #ask #jiminphobics #fandom

[justahopelessaromantic]

Go away, come again another day (Ch. 3: "One stormy day!" by Monaca Komaeda)

Fandom: Danganronpa AU: Medieval/Fantasy AU Ships: Nagito/Monaca, Mahiru/Sato, and Soapies Links to Chapters 1 and 2 Summary: The kingdom's people do their best to get through the day. The storm rages on regardless.

Her mornings are spent outside with her brother.

Technically they’re spent with “the servant”, but his suggestion that she treat him as such triggered a tantrum so visceral it rattled the book on his nightstand, his mangled bones, and his weak heart. Poor Ms. Maki had to rip herself out of Miss. Painter lady’s warm sheets calm her down. Nagito, to absolutely no one’s surprise, said he'd be fine. She wasn't exactly keen on comforting adults, but she held him anyway.

Still. He usually had the whole morning to pepper her forehead with wake-up kisses. To get tugged back under the covers for drowsy cuddles because if Monaca wants it, it happens. To adore and be adored.

The rest of her day is spent with him supervising her and the rest of the “warriors of hope” (nicknamed by Masaru and him), big sis Junko (sometimes big sis Mukuro too, if his luck panned out in her favor), or the king and her loyal nanny.

And don’t say it's still their time, because the nuzzles against his cheek and the way he cards through her hair is different without all these subjects running around her. Ring around the Rosie is intimate, not private. Quit acting like the ate matters when they were all out of food!

Really though. His fingers don’t get tangled with Junko’s chin indented into his shoulder, her hair brushing critique advice jutting into his skin. She doesn’t turn to kiss his cheek with Masaru scrutinizing all eyes on him.

She can’t move up to his bitten-up, pale lips, crackling like the sparkling fireplace. Not with the lightning illuminating his pale face.

That’s peasant activity.

The flicker teases a halo outlining him. Monaca wishes she could be that angelic, but they’re not blood-related. Holiness doesn’t run in the family anyway.

(Monaca wishes on a lot of things, but the stars hid from her tonight. They must know of the luck she already relies on.)

Point being, it’s just not the same and she should still be having breakfast in bed right now and everything is stinky and horrible and utterly poopy! Has Monaca made herself clear? Good.

She buries her head into her brother’s arm and sighs, the hot breath making him shake with absent-minded giggles. He feels her grin in return. At least her favorite subjects are here. At least it’s not school.

I mean, it is school, if the building itself counts. Just not, like, school school. Monaca doesn’t have to know anything other than how to entertain herself and when dinner is. She’ll still take directions from Mr. Monokuma (yuck!) and Ms. Monami once everything clears up, but still. It’s miles better than being dragged to school.

Not that she didn't feel bad about all the destruction and death, mind you. What kind of hideous monster did you take her for (Probably not even one with cool teeth and an extra stomach, she bet)!

But that was outside. And everything outside is vague and abstract and outside. Not safe, kinda bland, cozy inside. Outside. And unless inside becomes outside, they should be safe.

Ms. Monami made it clear that that was impossible, anyway, even if the roof got ripped off or something like that! And her teacher had to be right because she was a teacher! Duh. Teachers just know these things, you know? They’re, like, geniuses or something. They have to be if she can’t figure out what they know without their personal help.

Though she assumes Miss. Momami meant that “inside” sorta just...quietly slipped away to somewhere else during all the commotion. Like how, in a few weeks, the memories of the hurricane would feel as far away as a balloon floating so high up you can barely see it after you let it go. Luckily though, this situation involves more than one crying child.

She’s twelve, anyway, so she isn’t supposed to worry about hurricanes or big scary stuff anyway. That’s for the adults to deal with (Though, with so many of them running around like chickens without heads, they seem to be doing a really bad job at it in her leaderly opinion)! Her responsibilities include keeping her room tidy whenever she felt bad about getting Nagito to do it via puppy dog eyes and being the line leader for the rest of the week. 

If someone added something like dealing with the aftermath of Masaru and his parents not making it or Miss. Toko closing her library to water damage, her five-year-old psych simply wouldn’t be able to handle it! Her head would swell up with all the age-inappropriate knowledge until the chandelier poked it, glistening from the natural strobe lights. Once it popped, all of her guts and puss and the chunks of her brain would fly everywhere, covering the whole classroom in bloody red.

At least, that's what Masaru says. He also says her dog would lick all of her up, but that part is just dumb. Probably only says that to freak her out anyway.

Jokes on him! It doesn’t even work, ‘cause she asked Mr. Monokuma and he says that dogs only do that if their owners die alone. And she’s gonna spend every sleeping moment with her brother, so there!

She still has a hard time wrapping her head around the concept though, even if it doesn’t apply to her. Especially with how gleefully he licked her hand before Nagito dropped him off at Mr. Dark Supreme Overlord of Icicles guy’s place. Poor thing probably had no idea how horrible everything was, having a hard time shivering and shaking at the crash of thunder with the “ancient protection spell cast over this realm” and all that.

Maybe he thought rushing over to the palace was some sort of mad dash to get to a family vacation spot before nightfall.

In a really dark, morbid way, it kinda was. She didn't think she would say that out loud, though. It sounded mean in her head and mean things always sound even meaner out loud. Especially after you’ve said them.

Monaca’s trying not to be so mean these days.

Moving her hand to pet Jarato’s surprisingly exposed tuft of hair (blonde, like her puppy), Monaca took one last wistful look at herself in the imaginary mirror before peering over at the startled boy’s work. She still couldn't figure out how he did it.

And what a shame, too! She was a smart kid. With a little bit of practice, she could even rival him. Could draw, like, a bazillion pictures of every little freaky image that came to her friend's mind! Kokichi could have sent her on that search mission with Ms. Saihara and Ms. Kirigiri to share her art with the world! She could even ask Mr. Dark Spooky Guy or that witch lady to bring her drawings to life!!!

Ah, well. Nagito still insisted on hanging up every bad doodle she made for him and cooing over what a sweet little beacon of hope she’s turned out to be in the end, so she’s probably not doing too bad for a twelve-year-old.

She audibly groans before dramatically plopping down, face flat on the floor, only barely lifting her head to see the “professional” laying down as well. Mahiru (That’s what Ms. Maki introduced her as, right?) gazed out the window through a sliver between the blinds. She looked bored. Even more than Emma.

For a dull heartbeat, Monaca narrows her eyes at the spare paintbrushes Jataro found before snatching them up and stumbling over to bask in the striped moonlight reflecting off the daydreamer. Maybe they could be bored together.

Or she could scare her into painting with her. That worked too.

#fanfiction #danganronpa #medieval au #nagito x monaca #fluff #cute #warriors of hope #mahiru koizumi #friendship #problematic ships #masaru daimon #dr2 #udg #danganronpa udg #dr udg #udg monaca #ultra despair girls #jataro kemuri #udg jataro #maki harukawa #danganronpa monaca #monomi #nagito komaeda #danganronpa nagito #sdr2 nagito #komaeda nagito #fanfic #shipcest #sibcest #brother x sister

[goblinmatriarch]

Flufftober Day 13

Fandom: A League of Their Own

“All I’m saying, Shaw, is if you’re going to keep trying to bribe people with pies–”

“Which is a terrible idea, by the way,” Jo interrupted.

Maybelle nodded agreement as she flounced past en route to the kitchen. “It is, it really is, thank you, Josephine. But if you’re gonna insist, you gotta learn how to do it properly. No one ever caught a greased pig with low-grade slop, you know?”

“I…don’t,” Carson admitted, trailing behind her. Then she shook herself. “I mean, I do. I guess. I guess I can…figure it out. But also” – she put one hand on her hip and waved the other through the air – “I do know the proper way to make pies.”

Jess let out a loud laugh from where she was playing cards at the kitchen table. Esti looked at her inquisitively, and Lupe smirked and leaned over to whisper something in Spanish. Esti threw her head back and laughed brightly, and Carson narrowed her eyes before deciding it was an unrelated joke.

“I’m gonna teach you the same way I taught my oldest,” Maybelle said, pulling boxes out of the pantry and giving the milk a sniff. “Test all your ingredients, really put your tits behind it, and don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty. Oh!” She perked up and added, “And you can’t go wrong with a pinch of nutmeg. That’s it, that’s the secret family recipe.”

When she was elbow-deep in flour, Carson found the courage to say, “Can I ask you a question?” 

“I don’t know how else you’ll learn, sugar.”

“No, it’s not about, um.” Carson’s forehead itched, so she scratched it with the back of her wrist. “Where are your kids? Like, right now, where…are they?”

Maybelle paused in her peeling for a moment, her face softening, then she recommenced with vigour. “I’ve got three kids. The youngest was only just off the tit when I left,” she said. “Martha, she is, she’s nearly three now. My oldest, Stilwell, he’s nine.” She tossed the last apple into the pot and turned to face Carson. “They’ve been my whole life since the day I fell pregnant the first time.”

She sounded almost angry, and Carson stammered, “Yeah, I mean. Of course. I assumed. Yeah.”

To her relief, Maybelle continued. “Jimmy, that’s…that was my guy? He was never good for much, really. Well.” She smirked and picked up a spoon to prod the stewing apples. “He was good for one thing, and he was really good for that. But otherwise.” She sighed. “He’s not a bad guy, really, just not very dependable.”

There was a long enough silence that Carson felt she’d better say something. “How long have you two been married?”

Maybelle’s cheek, all rosy from the steam coming off the cooking apples, dimpled. “Well. We’re not.”

Carson was shocked enough to stop crimping the crust. “Maybelle,” she gasped, looking at her admiringly. 

Maybelle laughed her bubbly laugh. “Well, who was gonna stop me? I earned my own money at my daddy’s farm, and he certainly didn’t want me marrying Jimmy, or anyone else around town, either. The preacher sure as shootin’ didn’t like it, but that didn’t stop him trying to cop a feel at confession, did it? So as far as I can see, it’s between me and God, and God always did seem the forgiving sort.”

Carson shook her head and turned back to the pie crust. “Wow.”

“I told him, I said, ‘Jimmy, I’ve taken care of your children for nine years. You can handle them for three or four months.’”

“And that worked?”

“Who knows?” Maybelle stirred the apples lazily. “But I left them with my daddy just in case. Either Jimmy’ll step up, or he’ll skedaddle. Either one works for me.”

The two of them worked in silence until the filling was ready. Maybelle gently elbowed Carson out of the way so she could pour it in, then Carson carefully put the pie in the oven.

“People don’t give you enough credit, May,” Carson said, as they squatted to peer at the pie beginning to bake.

“I know, honey,” Maybelle said. She swatted Carson with a tea towel and sauntered out of the kitchen. “That’s how I’m able to fleece ‘em for all they’re worth.”

#flufftober2022 #day 13 #flufftober day 13 #aloto #A League of their Own #Carson Shaw #Maybelle Fox

[raksh-writes]

It’s always been you

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Brett Talbot

Words: ~2k

Requested by my darling @flowers-for-stiles 💗🥰 As you already know, hun, your prompt won my brain’s attention yesterday, so here it is 😄 I changed it from your original request a lil' bit, but I still hope it’s gonna be an enjoyable read 💗^^

Also on AO3 here!

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“I hope you know I hate your pack sometimes,” Stiles grumbles, still flushed rosy red from the wolves barging in on them while they were peacefully cuddling on the couch. You know, as friends do. But of course, they had to start poking fun at them with their (totally unfunny, might Stiles add) comments and when’s the ceremony? and where’s the bite? and how many times it’ll take, guys, we’ve been leaving you alone for years!

Stiles frowns, throwing himself onto Brett’s bed with a long-winded groan, coming right down from his very gut. It’s easier to focus on that instead of the tight like a vice grip around his ribs, squeezing ever harder with every time he’s so close and yet could never be farther away.

Assholes, the lot of them, as if Stiles doesn’t have enough of a hard time denying and hiding his feelings from everyone else and himself but especially, especially Brett. The guy can have anyone, no way he’d settle for a loser like him, and definitely not when he’s been in the "best buddy" category for basically their whole lives. Ughhh.

Brett chuckles, closing the door, before he sits down next to Stiles, back against the headboard.

“Shame,” he says, oh so casually, as his fingers come down to mess with Stiles’ hair, “their feelings would be absolutely crushed.”

Somehow stopping the shameful, shameful sound that threatens to escape him, Stiles buries his face in Brett’s pillow and silently curses — the pillow smelling of Brett, the heat of the wolf's thighs right beside him and, worse of all, those fucking paws of his, fingers slowly dragging through his hair, against his scalp; so expertly rendering him into a puddle of content and relaxation, the poor excuse of a friend that he is.

“Don’t care,” he grumbles again, a shiver crackling down over his spine as Brett’s nails scrape against his head just right, “they deserve it for being assholes.”

Snorting, Brett continues to torture him.

“And what you’re gonna do about it, actually stop coming around?” His words are nothing but amused, yet his hand slows down, fingers barely playing with Stiles’ hair anymore and—

And Stiles swallows down heavily, eyes pressed shut when he remembers the horrible, horrible (stupidest ever) decision he once made, the moment he realized his heart started skipping beats whenever the wolf was around — whenever he hugged him or cuddled with him or just touched him in any type of way — but that’s normal for wolves and Stiles had no right, no right, catching all those feelings. So, of course, he tried avoiding Brett. Saying he didn’t feel well only for Brett to come check on him. Trying to avoid his usual favorite places and still bumping into Brett. Even just straight up saying he has other plans but… he’s been so miserable and touch-starved and crushed by the end of that self-imposed isolation that when Brett came around, so adorably concerned for him, Stiles had no heart to continue with his so-called plan. They were still best friends — and that’s not something he’s ready to give up, not ever. Even if it means seeing Brett go on countless dates and frequenting clubs, always a new pretty thing on his arm. But… how could Stiles deny happiness to his best friend?

“Nah, you’d be miserable without me,” he answers finally, turning so he can look up at Brett with a shit-eating grin. “Bet you’d beg me to come back the moment Satomi made you babysit the little nuggets again. Stiles, I’m gonna die out here, come back, save me!” he mocks, cackling as Brett tries to silence him with a pillow before he cracks too, chuckling when they settle back into their places. And Stiles tries not to be disappointed at the lack of Brett’s fingers in his hair.

“Like you’re the one to talk, always clinging to me,” Brett smirks, that absolutely infuriating crooked way of his that makes all Stiles’s nerves tingle, “no wonder they’re getting ideas.”

Stiles scoffs, turning to his back.

“You’re the one always getting your paws all over me, with all your touchy-feely wolfy… stuff.”

“Stuff?” Brett raises his brows, open-mouthed grin playing around the corners.

Stiles rolls his eyes, smacking Brett’s thigh lightly. “Oh, screw you, you know what I mean.”

"Sure,” Brett snorts, but there’s— a spark, a glint, to his eyes now that raises all the fine hairs on Stiles' shoulders. “Can you blame them, though?”

Stiles’ heart picks up its beat, battering heavy and hard against his poor ribs. “What do you mean?”

And Brett has the audacity to shrug. “Dunno, they’re just really persistent, you know? Maybe they’re seeing something…” he muses, seemingly noncommittally, but—

Stiles gulps, nerves buzzing under his skin. He really doesn’t like this— this look Brett just got. They can’t— he can’t—

“Well, then they must be just as stupid as you or their noses are leading them to what they want to smell. Głodnemu chleb na myśli [”the tongue always turns to the aching tooth” (or more literally: “[Someone] Hungry will always think about bread”)], you know. And clearly, if they’re seeing anything, they must be projecting,” Stiles rambles, desperately hoping he’s not gonna blush and ruin everything. Instead, he tries a cheeky grin. “I mean, who wouldn’t like a piece of this, am I right?" He waggles his eyebrows, praying his scent — or his stupid, stupid heart — isn’t about to be a horrible traitor.

“Can’t argue with that,” is Brett’s response and, in itself, it’s not that unusual, what is, though, is the low tone, the barely-there rumble under the words, the heavy-lidded, liquid warmth of his gaze, just about scorching on Stiles, the way it makes his whole being burn. His face must be bright crimson as Brett shrugs. “Still, you gotta admit it’s weird—”

Stiles’ heart stops in his chest, frozen. He— he can’t—

"Pfft, there’s nothing to see here. I could kiss you right now and prove it."

…

Fuck.

Fuck, FUCK, shit, fuck—

Brett must know he’s not serious, right? Why would he be, right? They friends, friends, the very idea should make them go ew, no! and not— not—

“Okay.” Stiles blinks. “Go for it.”

He— he can’t be serious… right?

“What?” Brett raises one brow, that absolutely gorgeous infuriating smirk growing on his lips. “Chickening out already?”

Stiles scoffs, scrambling to sit up with all the indignation-fuelled spiteful energy so quick he almost gets lightheaded from it; from sitting up too quickly, of course. “Po twoim trupie ["After your dead body"],” he snarks, very much meaning it, and immediately irked that, apparently, Brett got enough understanding of Polish these days to get exactly what Stiles says — with that little quirk to his brow too, the asshole. But, because of course his brain decides to be a dick, he can’t find anything else to add to save himself somehow.

Brett’s brows raise again, head cocked with that look in his too pretty eyes. “So?”

Stiles scowls — then pulls him in roughly, fingers twisted in Brett’s soft shirt. And the thing is — he expected it to be clumsy, to be straight up awkward, for them to clash and pull apart immediately, just a measly press of mouths, completely unappealing. That’s what he meant for it to be, but— But, instead, Brett meets him in the middle, leaning in just right so his lips fit perfectly against Stiles', warm and soft and everything he ever imagined, hoped them to be — and there’s the sound, the barely-there little thing at the back of Brett’s throat that just about sets Stiles’ whole nervous system ablaze. His response is instinctual, a shuddery breath that parts his mouth, opens him up so perfectly — then he pulls Brett’s bottom lip between his own and, all at once, they’re pressing into each other, hungry and desperate and all of Stiles' common sense out the window.

The wolf growls, hand cradling Stiles’ neck; thumb under his jaw, directing his head every and each way he pleases. And this time, Stiles can’t help the little half-mewl, half-whine that slips out, lost in the urgency of their kiss — but not unnoticed. Brett’s grip on his hip tightens, so deliciously hard, right before he moves his arm around Stiles' waist to hoist him up — and Stiles doesn’t even think as he throws his leg over the wolf’s lap, immediately straddling his thighs. Brett pulls him impossibly closer, both of them groaning as they press against each other everywhere it’s in any way possible.

Cradling the wolf’s face and neck in his hands, Stiles almost chokes on his whine, so lightheaded already it’s making him possibly dizzy. From the lack of air, obviously, and — well… Brett’s fingers on his hips tighten, just slightly, but together with the arm around his waist, unmoving and hugging Stiles against his chest more than anything else, it’s clear what it means.

They part slowly, breaths heavy and lips swollen, countless pecks and slow kisses exchanged before they can pull away long enough to look at each other — long enough for Stiles’ brain to catch up to speed and promptly crash on itself.

“Uh…” Stiles licks over his lips, squirming nervously — until he feels their predicament and flushes furiously. “Um, what— what was that?”

Brett’s brows curve up. “You’re still asking?”

Stiles scowls. “Well, excuse me for wanting some clarification, you’re the playboy-mmph—”

It’s so, so fucking unfair that Brett kissing him is enough to shut that thought out, but— he’s so deliberate about it, every press and pull and nibble, slow and intimate and so, so perfect Stiles just about melts, absolutely and blissfully ready to let the wolf do just about anything. But the kiss is slow and unhurried and when they part, their breaths stay mixing between them, foreheads leaned together.

“It’s you,” Brett says, so hushed Stiles barely dares to breathe as he cradles his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone; something impossibly soft in his eyes, “for my wolf, for me. It’s always been you.” Stiles blinks, his sight momentarily blurry as something impossibly tight and aching takes hold of his chest — then Brett grins, nudging his nose against Stiles’. “I was just waiting for you to catch up, slowpoke.”

“Fuck off," Stiles breaths out, smacking his hand against Brett’s shoulder and unable to hide the tremble in his muscles, “you could’ve said something, you asshole. I’m not the one with a supernatural nose and other wolfy bullshit, and— fuck, you knew! You fucker, you knew! You should’ve said someth—”

“Okay, that’s enough—”

“—Hey!” Stiles squawks indignantly as Brett flips them over, pinning him to the bed on his back, hands around his wrists and— He flushes, suddenly aware of their position. “This is fucking unfair and I hope you know that.”

“Worked though, didn’t it?” Brett smirks, pressing Stiles into the mattress with the whole delicious weight of his body.

“No bezczelny["the audacity"],” Stiles grumbles, but then Brett laces their fingers together, brushing his nose against Stiles’, so impossibly soft, and he melts.

“I’ll need a mate as an alpha, y’know,” Brett says, low and warm and with that glint to his eyes that makes something hot and trembling wake up in Stiles’ chest. He won’t become one for a few years still, and Stiles already agreed to become Brett’s emissary years ago, but this— it’s— “So, what do you say, Gorgeous?”

Stiles shudders, blinking away the damning moisture when Brett nudges his nose again, so un-fucking-fairly adorable. Does he want to essentially become wolf-married with his best friend? Well, wolf-engaged, for now, and eventually…

Squeezing Brett’s hands in his, Stiles exhales a long breath. “Yeah,” he agrees, heart fluttering in his chest, a whole beat skipped at the way Brett’s face lights up, “I’d like that.”

A pleased rumble vibrates against Stiles’ chest and when Brett leans in again, he meets him halfway, a low sound trapped in the back of his throat. Brett kisses him like he wants to devour and worship him both, deep and slow and deliberate, just as Stiles always hoped for — then he rolls his hips, pointedly enough to draw out an immediate moan, and Stiles flushes down to his collarbones, but—

Well… at least Brett’s room is soundproofed. Might as well test it out, huh? For… research purposes, of course.

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Translations: Głodnemu chleb na myśli -- I saw people say an English version would be „the tongue always turns to the aching tooth”, but I also wanted to make a direct translation for the curious, which is roughly: "[Someone] Hungry will always think about bread". Po twoim trupie - "After your dead body" (The traditional saying goes po moim trupie="after my dead body" in both, but I just thought changing it fit Stiles just there 😄) No bezczelny - "the audacity" (there's really no fitting translation for this one, esp to fit with Stiles' language, but this is the closest)

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More Myself Than I Am - Chapter II

Chapter 2/?

Wordcount 3,5k

Title A Good Guy

Fandom Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing Ryuunosuke Akutagawa X reader

Previous chapter

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Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): brief mention of panic attack in a public space

Tagging @lasidollily @darling-imobsessed (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So he's finally among us! Yay! I hope I haven't failed in giving Akutagawa a proper introduction, though this story is simple, direct if compared to other stuff I've wrote before. In this one I want to concentrate in the facts above everything, without leaving the passionate trait of my personal style aside though. Since there's some mystery included, things and people will be introduced little by little, maybe not with the same richness of details from other stories of mine, but just enough to make them important to the whole.

Also, about their names: I know, I KNOW the BSD Japanese characters have the names of Japanese writers, but there's a reason why I chose non Japanese names for my original characters, as you will see.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this new chapter :)

While you cleaned the tables, you were silently thanking the calmness inside the bakery at the last hours of that day: most of the costumers already left, and the few ones still there were preparing to go.

Your boss and your team mates didn’t make any comments, but they sensed you weren’t in the mood for conversations. Two days passed since Virginia’s last crisis and you were still embarrassed for suddenly requesting a day off in order to stay with her. Since things were complicated those days because of the employee on vacation, you knew you were granted with a big favor – but you didn’t like how it felt: most of your colleagues were familiar with your situation and even understood it, but it was always a reason for tension, at least on your side. When those episodes happened, you would always try to compensate working twice as hard and not causing any problems, but that didn’t contribute much to your relief.

On the other side of the street, the sun was almost gone behind the buildings; as you saw it through the glass wall, the redness of its last rays would spread as a vivid background to the rosy, thick clouds above. People were now going back to their homes, some of them entering to buy treats for their children or for themselves, then leaving quickly.

That day left a strange feeling in you, not only for the already mentioned reasons, but for something else. Everything was the same, of course, but you couldn’t shake the idea that something was missing. Were you forgetting to do some tasks or anything?

You were finishing the cleaning session before the end of the shift now, and were back to the thoughts about your sister. While you stood with her the other day, you noticed some strange marks on her skin, like the ones one gain when they bump into the furniture or such. You were going to ask her about it, but other matters kept you occupied and you forgot the fact, only recalling it now. Did she talk about it to the doctor at some point? This could explain why he prescribed a medicine that worked for physical pain… You sighed. Your head has been so noisy those days that from time to time you had to stop it before you got paranoid.

The sound of the front door being opened pulled you out of these thoughts. When you turned to it and saw who was coming in, a silence took over your mind and your surroundings as well, for you understood where that sensation of lacking something was coming from.

You still haven’t seen him today.

Through the door passed a young man dressed in a black coat with high collar, having a white jabot around his neck and frills of the same color covering his wrists, setting off the natural paleness of his skin, only visible on his hands and face, this latter framed by his short, dark hair that ended in thin, greyish locks on each side. Grey was also the color of his eyes, above which he had a pair of light eyebrows, almost absent; his thin lips, as pale as the rest of the skin, only emphasized the serene dignity in his posture.

In fact, it was a curious appearance: one could say he was a hero who escaped from the pages of a gothic novel, but his modern hairstyle would leave no doubts about his true place and time. When he entered the bakery, some people glanced toward him, but the not so friendly look with which they were received was a quiet sign for them to go back to their own business.

When he closed the door behind his back, his gaze passed through the place and stopped on you; your cheeks burned and you were forced to look down to the table.

You continued to work while hearing his slow steps toward it, only raising your face when he spoke to you.

– Evening, y/n-san – he nodded.

You replied accordingly.

– Evening, Akutagawa-kun.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke was his name. He used to come earlier and spend some time on the same table – that one you were cleaning right now – enjoying his own company with a cup of tea and a treat while observing the people outside.

You still remember, it took weeks of frequent visits until you discovered your respective names. You also found out he was one year younger than you and had a sister; you even suggested him to bring the girl one day, but until that moment he only appeared alone.

Despite his reserved manners, he was the one who first introduced himself. It was funny, now that you thought of it: since his first day there, he took the initiative in every interaction between you, from asking to be served by you to engaging in conversations that would only last until the second or third question and answer. However, months have passed and he still maintained the formalities of the beginning. If you were asked about the reason behind his preference for your services, you would say you hadn’t the slightest idea, but since no harm came from this strange friendship you just followed the etiquette and gave him the good treatment a loyal costumer deserved.

You asked what he was going to have this time and he replied he wanted the same, except for a bottle of water instead of the usual tea. You were about to offer him the table, but he explained he wouldn’t stay that time and asked for a plastic bag to keep the order. You arranged everything and gave it to him.

After thanking you for this small gentleness, he found appropriate to exchange a few words with you before heading to the exit...

But the way he did it made your eyes widen a bit.

– You didn’t show up yesterday.

Though there was politeness in his tone, you couldn’t help sensing a demanding trait in it. What an uncommon way to express preoccupation, you thought to yourself.

Still, you told him the truth.

– My sister had a crisis, so I took the day off to take care of her.

– I see – he replied – I hope she’s feeling better now.

You smiled.

– She does. Thank you.

– Did you call the doctor?

– Yes – your fingers clenched around the cloth you were using to clean the table – He prescribed some medicine, which she’s going to take for this entire week.

Akutagawa was the person who gave you the doctor’s number. There was this day when you came to work moments after helping Virginia with a crisis and tried to concentrate on your tasks as best as possible, but your uneasiness didn’t go unnoticed by him. When you told him what happened, he gave you a small card with the doctor’s name and phone and told you to introduce yourself mentioning his name in case you needed his services.

When Virginia panicked again, you were in the middle of a street, with no apparent source of stress or triggering elements around. The first thing you remembered was the card.

This was the conversation you had on the phone:

– Hello?

– Hello? Is this Dr. Ougai’s number?

– Yes. Who is it?

– I’m y/n s/n. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke gave me your number. He’s a client of mine. I have my sister with me and she’s having a panic crisis. We’re far from home now… can you please come and help us?

– Of course. Tell me the address and how she’s feeling now.

You gave him the requested information and stood with Virginia until he arrived.

You always thought you haven’t appropriately thanked your costumer for such favor, so you took the opportunity now.

– It was too gentle from your part to indicate him – you commented – He’s been helping us a lot these months.

Akutagawa didn’t give you a verbal response, but nodded in acknowledgment. He was about to leave, but still had a request.

– May I ask how long you will stay before your shift ends?

You were a bit surprised, but didn’t refuse to answer.

– A few minutes. We're already finishing here.

– Would you mind if I walk you home? – and, as if justifying his request in face of your surprise, – I've heard that some delinquents have been seen around lately. It is already getting dark. It might be dangerous to walk alone.

You didn’t make any effort to disguise your feelings when you sensed the warmth raising to your cheeks: that was the first time he suggested anything outside the bakery. It was curious, even funny, how things worked with him: his quietness could be taken for shyness by someone who is not familiar with him, but once you established some bond, his honest, direct manners would show, and you would end up understanding that he was far from shy. Akutagawa’s line of action was a counterpoint to your own hesitating nature, and despite not having him as an intimate friend, you found some sort of comfort whenever you interacted with him, as if the daily stress, the countless minutiae around which you were often trapped had no importance when you spoke to each other.

And as a sign of respect for this feeling, you could only give him a positive answer.

– It would be good to have company.

It was then decided that you would organize your things while he waited for you in the bookstore on the same street.

***

When you entered the store, you went through the shelves looking for him, but he was nowhere at sight.

You passed by a shelve with classics, still looking around, until a book caught your attention and you stopped to take a look at it. It was indeed a beautiful work: a reddish-brown hard cover decorated with a delicate floral pattern on the edges and the spine; the title, carved in golden lettering, shared the front with an oval illustration of a countryside landscape, with the silhouettes of a young couple under a tree and a mansion on the top of a hill in the background.

You were so fascinated with the volume that you almost forgot why you were there…

But you were soon reminded.

– Wuthering Heights. Hm.

You startled a bit when you heard him mumbling over your shoulder, but smiled at the fact that he was familiar with the title.

– It is the best and the worst book I’ve ever read in my life – you commented without taking your eyes off the cover – It’s a beautiful story about terrible people. But can we say we’re better than them?

Akutagawa seemed to think of this.

– Sometimes I’m tempted to think we’re worse.

Despite being familiarized to his steady speech, you weren’t expecting such comeback: that was the tone of someone who knew what they were talking about. Was he referring to himself, or to some people he met? If you were a closer friend to him, you’d certainly ask, but you had to keep silence about it out of respect for the circumstances.

You spent a moment looking at the cover, then turned to see the back. You found the price tag... and swallowed.

– I really wanted to buy this edition, but I guess I’ll leave it to another day – you put it back on its place on the shelve – Shall we?

He nodded, not without a last look at the book, and followed you outside.

***

There was less movement on the sidewalks now. The sky was yet to be covered by the blackness of night, but the streetlights were already working: under them, some workers were still heading home, and the sellers were saying goodbye to their last clients before pinning the closed signs on their doors. The streets would be darker and quieter if it wasn’t for the traffic; at some point, a horn was heard, followed by loud swearing: an accident almost happened, but soon the cars moved away from each other and the case was forgotten. You were still looking at the street when a cat appeared out of nowhere and crossed your way, disappearing into an alley; you stopped right before stumbling in the animal, then chuckled at your own distraction.

None of this were new to you. That was what you would find in all the evenings after leaving the bakery. Your eyes were so used to those things that they were no longer seen by them. That time was different only because you were not alone: the quiet presence of Akutagawa somehow changed your impression of everything, as someone who introduces a stranger to their personal space, allowing him to discover a part of their daily life that though had moderate importance, would help to understand who they were outside their usual meeting point.

You didn’t talk much, yet there was no embarrassment between you. Instead of the expected strangeness of a first encounter in a new environment, there was curiosity: why did he choose to walk you home that day and not before? Was he expecting something? Should you ask him about it? Well, truth is that a conversation that starts with such questions would be rather annoying, so you soon left them aside.

At first, you limited your sentences to indicate the directions you should take, while he would make simple, brief questions about the places you were passing by.

– So… you always take this very path to come and go?

– Most of the times, yes. I change it once or twice a week, when I need to go to a store or have other appointments.

– It’s quite a walk.

– I agree. But I don’t have many opportunities to work out, so I walk as much as I can – and after a moment in silence, – Sometimes, when I am too tired, I take the bus and reach home in five minutes or less. But, if I’m being honest, walking alone through these streets is my way to rest.

Akutagawa didn’t reply to that, less because he didn’t know what to say than because there was nothing to add. You didn’t mind it: part of the comfort you felt in his company came from the fact that you both recognized your inability in making small talk, even if you’ve never said a word to each other about it.

At some moment, you heard him cough. He reached for the water bottle right after. You waited until he put it back in the bag to say something.

– Your health seemed okay in the previous days.

Contrary to the expectations, he showed no irritation towards the subject.

– These good periods happen from time to time, but my condition is chronic. It is a consequence from the environment in which I spent part of my childhood.

You didn’t ask for details nor questioned where he used to live. Wherever this place was or how long he had to live in it, it didn’t matter now; all he could do was to take care of what remained form his health now, even if it was little. That was something you sort of respected in him, too: the practical treatment he would give to most of the things. In one of his first visits to the bakery, he had a coughing crisis while you were serving him; the first thing you did was to offer him a glass of water, which he accepted, and since then you would bring water alongside his orders, unless when he said it wasn’t necessary.

You crossed a street and recognized the top of your building ahead.

– We’re almost reaching my home – you indicated the building – It’s in the next corner.

You were approaching the entry when you saw a group standing on the sidewalk, engaged in a cheerful conversation: the first, a girl with curly, brown hair, wearing an elegant dress with flowing skirt, had her arm entwined with a young man’s, a bit older than her; the man, a blonde, tall individual with a large smile and a high pitch tone, was now occupied in telling some funny story to her and to the second girl, a brunette creature with her hair tied in a high bun and dark blue clothing.

You recognized your sisters and Virginia’s boyfriend, Arthur.

The three interrupted the chatting and greeted you with gentleness, but were a bit surprised to see you had company.

You made the introductions.

– Guys, this is Akutagawa Ryunosuke. He’s a client at the bakery. Today he offered himself to make me company on my way home.

Arthur said a low “Evening” to the other man and the girls gave him modest smiles. Akutagawa nodded at them.

You turned to him.

– Akutagawa-kun, these are my sisters, Virginia and Frances, and this is Arthur, Virginia’s boyfriend.

Arthur opened his largest smile and was the first to speak after the formalities.

– Hey, y/n-chan! Virginia-chan needs to cheer up a bit, so we’re heading to that new restaurant at … Street. Wanna join us? – and turning to your partner – The gentleman can come if he wishes, too!

Akutagawa’s gaze turned to you, waiting for you to reply first, which you did.

– I’m sorry, Arthur, but I’m tired. We had one less member in our team today so I had to work twice as hard – and adding a smile to compensate the group’s frustration, – You three, go and have fun!

As you imagined he would do, Akutagawa made his decision according to your own.

– Thank you for the invitation, but I have my own appointments as well. Goodnight – and turning to you – See you, y/n-san.

You smiled in response.

– See you. Get better.

He mumbled a “Thank you” and left with steady steps. There was a second of silence after that and, before you could find an excuse to enter the building, the conversation continued.

– You have such a lovely clientele, my sister-in-law – Arthur commented, raising his eyebrow in a manner that didn’t please you at all – But I bet he’s a good guy. There are a few who do small favors like this to a girl they barely know nowadays.

You wouldn’t describe your own connection with Akutagawa that way. It was true that you weren’t the closest friends, but you weren’t strangers to each other as Arthur suggested. In any case, you sensed it would be useless to try and explain this to him or to your sisters, so you decided to not reply to that.

You were about to pass to the front door and end the talking, but you couldn’t ignore when Frances added a comment that was certainly lingering in her tongue since your client turned his back on the group.

– Maybe he enjoys acting like he’s in the wrong century, Arthur. Didn’t you see those clothes? – she chuckled – Who are you to judge?

Arthur shrugged, oblivious to her cunning tone.

– And who said I’m being judgmental? I’m just pointing a fact!

Sometimes Arthur’s lack of perception – or the purposeful cluelessness in his attitude – used to irritate Frances to the point she would stop speaking to him as if he wasn’t even there, then find someone else to continue her train of thought. That time, she chose you.

– By the way, why did you wish him to get better, y/n-chan? Is he sick?

You gave her a brief reply.

– His health is fragile, that’s all.

The girl frowned, not satisfied.

– I see. He indeed looks like someone with consumption.

That comment, though the seriousness in which it was made, provoked in you an angry that scared even yourself, for it was a feeling that you only thought to be possible in case Frances has insulted an intimate friend or a lover of yours.

Now, you really had to end that conversation.

– Well, whatever it is, his condition is none of our business, since he doesn’t talk about it even to me. But you don’t need to worry, because he’s not helpless in this sense – you turned to Virginia – Dr. Ougai, who treats you, is his friend. He was the one who indicated his services.

Virginia’s eyes widened a bit in genuine surprise, since you haven’t share this fact with her until that moment, but she didn’t say anything; she wanted that chatting to end as much as you. Frances opened her mouth and closed it again, only managing to mumble a “Well...”

Arthur, though he swallowed when Dr. Ougai’s name was heard, was the one who had the most decent reaction among the three.

– So, it seems that he has been a great help for you, girls – and with a cheerful laugh – A gentleman, really!

You passed by them and headed to the door, again wishing them to have fun.

When they moved away on the sidewalk, you glanced to the direction took by Akutagawa to see if he was still under your sight. And for some seconds, he was: you saw when a black car stopped beside him; he opened the right door, on the back seat, and entered.

The car moved and disappeared after turning a corner.

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I've now read Water Flowing Underground twice because a) it's very good and b) it's so fucking interesting.

Even the first time I was constantly thinking about the choices you'd made while writing and what effect those choices have on my experience as a reader who can't stomach RPF anymore (I read some in my teens, was never super into it but wasn't icked by it back then). Like how switching the names creates just the amount of distance to the real people that I'm not intensely uncomfortable reading it. It's a fluctuating thing where sometimes it feels more like these are Ed and Stede in a modern AU and sometimes like Taika and Rhys with different names, and I can't quite put my finger on what makes it feel one way or the other. (The party scene where the cast talk about fanfiction is like part of my inner dialogue on this)

I've also read all the asks you've answered here about the fic and it's so satisfying to see other people have had some of the same experiences and reactions to things in the fic, like the background panic of the pancakes burning. The whole thing about time being kind of weird while they're at Ed's house is a great touch, the thought of not knowing what time it is is (perhaps not so) surprisingly distressing to me.

There's something I struggle with about the fic though, and that's the parts where the cast talk about fanfiction and the podfic thing. It's solid meta, like I mentioned earlier the dialogue in the party scene is like reading my own musings, but I suppose it just makes me uncomfortable because I WISH the actors didn't do that irl. At least not extensively. Admittedly, the OFMD cast interact with the fandom a lot and that can exacerbate some problems fandoms already tend to have, like the harassment of Rita and Rosie that someone else talked about in an earlier ask. Idk where I'm going with this but I'd love to hear your thoughts behind these scenes.

Oh and also before you published the fic I was trying to guess what the controversial theme in the fic would be and somehow RPF didn't even cross my mind. I think my first guess was mpreg. Don't know what that says about me.

This ask is already so long I may have to write another about the story itself and the emotional side of things. All in all, fucking fascinating work. And thank you for being so open about your thoughts behind all of this.

thank you so so much for this incredible ask!!

i am so delighted to see folks wrestling with who exactly these characters are, and it's absolutely a trip to see there's a variety of opinions. since there was so much rpf wank on twitter, a common comment as people actually read it is that the fic "isn't even really rpf." which is so, so interesting to me!

part of the inception of this fic was having the scenes in my head that were very much rpf, but also being at a point in my fic writing where i've got some solid stede/ed voices that i really like using. truly, there is no clear dividing line in my head between my stede/ed imaginary friends and my rhys/taika imaginary friends. often when i write stede/ed, there are certain lines where i'm like "oh, that's really a rhys/taika line". listening to a bunch of the cryptid factor earlier this summer was a huge boost to my stede voice.

re: the cast interacting with fan fiction scenes: it also makes me uncomfortable that this cast/crew seems so aware of the fan fiction, but almost exclusively for legal reasons! i don't have the fine-grained legal knowledge of this that i wish i did, but it's so dicey to me that a show with that much improv would also permit its actors to read fan fiction. they're getting paid to make the show, and we are not. if our writing ends up influencing the show, they owe us a check, imho.

twitter especially has really changed the fandom landscape, because the creators and actors feel so close and all-seeing, and that def comes with a multitude of problems. but i also think a lot of the hand wringing about fan interaction is overblown, in the sense that the people with the most control over what the creators/actors see and consume are the creators/actors themselves. this is why, after much deliberation, i didn't lock this fic to the archive. at the end of the day, if someone really wants to send this fic to famous people on twitter, the lock won't stop them. the best way for Mrs. R to never read this fic is for her to choose to never read it. i have no control over that.

all of that said, part of the joke of them listening to the dtbg podfic is me trying to be transparent that this fic is, at its most basic, my own masturbatory fantasy. do i want the cast irl reading my fic? probably not, or at least not until the show is over. is it totally a fantasy in my head that they're all sitting around talking about how brilliant my fan fiction is? oh yeah lmao.

i should write mpreg sometime! <3

#asks #water flowing underground #thank you!!!