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she-wolf09231982 · 3 months

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Chapter 6- Your Boys

Summary: Easy Company is in the Ardennes Forest, outside of Bastogne, Belgium, trying to defend the Allied line against a German counterattack. You all face a bitter winter with insufficient ammunition, food, and medical supplies for the long, grueling battle. Historically known as the Battle of the Bulge, you rush soldier to soldier assisting Doc Roe treating the wounded during the peak of the attacks. Liebgott experiences his first real scare, almost losing you when you’re injured ignoring a direct order.

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Mentions of death, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, German to English Translation, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Blood/Gore, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF 💚 This chapter continues from 1x5 Crossroads then transitions into 1x6 Bastogne

While writing this, I ended up gravitating more towards the reader’s platonic relationships with the other soldiers of Easy.

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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October 1944

You bury your face into Joe’s chest, both of your hands fisting the front of his uniform taking deep breaths as you fight tears back. Joe’s arms embrace you pinning your body against his as he rests his cheek on your head. Your breathing syncs with his while you listen to his bounding heartbeat, his hands caressing your back sending chills through your entire nervous system.

Your mind is a void. Nothing is there or around you except you and Joe. You stand there holding eachother for what seemed like hours. With his cheek, Joe nudged the side of your head still hiding in his shirt. You raise your eyes to his as a few tears cascade down your cheeks. He smiles at you, gently kisses your forehead pulling you back in to hold you again. You take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, then exhale.

“Joe...”

“Yeah?”

“What happens now?” you ask.

You each slightly pull away to look at eachother.

“Whaddya mean?” he questioned.

“This makes everything so much harder.”

“How?” Joe asked, tilting his head to the side inquisitively.

“I don’t know about you, but if anything happens to you-” you trailed off at the horrible thought of ever losing him, “I-I don’t know what I’d do...” you struggled to say without more tears streaming from your eyes.

Joe cupped your face bringing his face level with yours.

“Look at me, we’re gettin’ through this shit together. You understand me?”

You nod, “Mmhm.”

He brushes your stray hairs away from your face as he studies every freckle, each worry line, committing your face to memory so whenever he’s out in the field without you, he can see you again when he closes his eyes.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen...” he whispered, bringing his eyes back to yours.

You melt back into him, risking the borrowed time each of you had together before he had to leave again.

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Outskirts of Bastogne, December 1944

You walk with Doc through the frozen Ardennes Forest, trying to find your way to the 3rd Battalion for supplies, but to no avail...you were lost. You make your way back to where you started before you lost your way. You come upon Winters sitting on the edge of his foxhole preparing to shave with an ammo can filled with ice cold water.

As you approach him, he waves the both of you down after hearing a clatter in the distance.

“Doc! Doc! Y/L/N!” he shout whispered to you.

Winters grabs his rifle, and waves you on to come with him to investigate the unknown noise. You come upon a German soldier ready to squat to relieve himself in the distance. Winters tapped you with his elbow prompting you to communicate with the German.

“Beweg dich nicht!” (Do not move!) you call out to the man.

The German soldier froze, doing as he was directed.

“Steh langsam und halte deine Hände so, dass wir sie sehen können.” (Stand slowly and keep your hands where we can see them) You instructed.

The man complied, raising his hands high over his head.

With this soldier as your new POW, Winters had him brought back to Regiment for intel. You were lucky to score a new bandage off the German upon searching his gear. You had very little medical supplies left so you and Doc were left scrounging for anything you could get.

As the prisoner is taken away, a jeep pulls up with Col Sinks, and the Division Commander, General McAuliffe. You stand with Eugene off to the side as you listen in on the conversation.

“We’re under sporadic artillery fire, General. We’re taking a lot of hits and have no aid station.” Winters continued.

Nixon joined the conversation.

“General, I took a walk on our line about 0300 last night. I couldn't find the 501st on our right flank. We've got considerable gaps in our perimeter.” Nixon explained.

“I don't have enough people, sir. We're spread too thin.” Winters added.

“Hold the line. Close the gaps.” Gen McAuliffe replied curtly.

“How?” You spat viciously outloud before you could stop yourself. Eugene’s breath hitched as he nudged you.

Winters, Nixon, Sinks and McAuliffe looked at you. You stood there holding your breath.

“Excuse me, Corporal, you got something to say?” Gen McAuliffe dared.

Winters offered you a look that told you to proceed with caution.

“-No, sir.” you reply almost as a growl. The men resumed their conversation.

Eugene leaned towards you, “If I didn’t already know ya, I’d say you had some Cajun in your blood.” he whispered.

You each exchanged a weak smile.

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You and Doc Roe split up to scrounge around throughout the other companies for any aid supplies the guys can spare. Doc is on a personal mission for a pair of scissors after he lost his in Holland.

You run into Guarnere.

“Hey, Y/L/N-” he began.

“Bill, how’s that leg?” you ask him.

“The hell with the leg, I’m pissing needles!” Guarnere exclaimed.

“Bill, later. I need to find morphine and scissors for Doc.” you reply.

You come upon another foxhole and find Liebgott with Alley.

Joe beamed at you when he saw you peek over the edge, “Hey you! Where have you been?” he asked smiling broadly.

It’s become difficult to hold back a smile when you see him anymore.

“Hey guys. Got any spare syrettes?” you ask.

Alley passes his morphine to Liebgott to hand to you.

“Thanks, Alley.” you reply excitedly, “Hey, Lieb?” you continue.

Joe stood up to get closer to you, bearing his signature smirk. The butterflies stirred in your stomach.

“Can I have your scissors?” you requested sweetly.

He furrowed his brows, “My scissors?” he questioned.

“Yeah, Doc needs a pair, he doesn’t have any.” you clarify.

“Ah,” Joe went into one of his pockets pulling a small pair of medical shears and handing them to you, “Here.”

You beam back at him, “Thanks, Joe.” You lean in closer to him, “I’ll make sure to keep yours and give Doc mine. Something to remember you by.” you whisper in his ear.

You pull away and wink at him. Joe smiled back, pointing to his chapped lips signifying he wanted a quick kiss. You peck his mouth then spring to your feet to go find Doc.

As you’re running to where you last seen Doc, you hear a blast from German artillery in the distance. You crouch closer to the ground, unsure what was to follow or from where. You look around you in all directions seeing soldiers scurrying to foxholes manning their positions to prepare to fight back. More artillery attacks from the Germans showering dirt and shrapnel everywhere, you run hole to hole seeing if anyone needed your help. You catch Roe doing the same across the way.

“MEDIC!” you hear in the distance as more explosions erupt all around you. You take cover where you can after each shell hits the dirt, trying to get to the soldiers in need. You and Doc made it to the same foxhole at the same time with Randleman and Penkala.

“Penkala!” Doc called out.

“It’s the artery! I can feel it.” Penkala screamed holding his left arm.

“Pen, let go!” you yell at him as Doc tries to get at the wound on his forearm.

“It’s the goddam artery!” Penkala repeats panicked.

“Penkala, loosen your fingers, goddam it! Loosen them now!” Doc barked.

“I’ll bleed to death!” Penkala cries.

“Relax your arm! Come on!” you tell him as Doc holds his arm straight for you to see, “It’s not the artery.” you confirm.

You hear another call for a medic in the opposite direction.

“Go on, Y/L/N, I got this.” Doc reassures you.

You turn to sprint towards the shouts for help, diving behind snow mounds and piles of fallen trees for cover everytime a blast strikes close enough to where you are.

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After the attacks died down, you find Doc Roe with Spina (another medic) in a foxhole.

“-This is what I want you to do,” Doc began to Spina, “I want you to take someone and work your way over to the 3rd Battalion, all right? You know what we need. Bandages, plasma, whatever you can beg, you beg. All right and get me some goddam scissors. I can’t get any.” he finished exasperated.

Spina jumped out of the hole as you slip in next to Doc while he looks through his satchel. You pull out your own personal scissors and present them to him. He sees them and looks at you perplexed.

“For you.” you insisted.

Doc takes them from you still looking confused.

“Liebgott gave me his.” you explain with a grin. He flashed a slight smile showing his gratitude.

“Thanks, Y/F/N.” Doc responded patting you on the shoulder.

You nod and leave the foxhole to make yourself useful somewhere else.

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Later that evening, you’re told by one of the other guys that Toye was missing something and that you should pay him a visit. You crawl on your stomach over to the men in the foxhole.

“Hey, you guys ok?” you ask.

Toye’s foxhole buddy, McClung, replies with a few complaints of starving to death.

“Toye? Are you missing something?” you ask.

“Home.” Toye responds without missing a beat.

“Ask him to dance, Y/L/N.” McClung hints to you.

You look at Toye with concern, “Toye? Show me your feet.” you urge.

Toye directs a look of annoyance at him, “You watch the goddam line, McClung."

Toye raised a leg presenting a bootless foot wrapped in shredded wool blanket tied with boot laces.

“Where the hell are your boots!?” you questioned him.

“In Washington, up General Taylor’s ass.” he replies sarcastically.

“Jesus, what happened?”

“I took them off to dry my goddam socks and they got blown to hell, okay?” Toye explained.

“What’s your size?” you ask him.

“Nine, just like everyone else.” he huffed.

“I’ll see what I can do.” you tell him as you give him a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder before you leave.

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The following morning, the second wave from the Germans hit while you were sitting in a small foxhole by yourself. Gunfire and mortars erupt all around you. Multiple calls from all directions for a medic fill the air.

“MEDIC!” you run in the direction of the first call you can hear closest to you. Weaving and dodging blasts and pings of bullets flying past your head.

You see Doc and Perconte carrying Sisk to a jeep, loading him up to take him back to Bastogne for additional aid. When Doc returns, Sgt Martin gathers some of Easy for a reconnaissance mission. When you and Doc try to join, he tells you stay behind.

As you wait in the quiet, gunfire commences in the distance where the guys just convoyed to. You hear shouting from your guys that someone is hit. You start to run towards the commotion.

“Y/L/N! Where the hell do you think you’re goin’? Eugene yells after you.

“I’m going to go help!” you call back without stopping.

“You’re going to get yourself killed! Y/F/N stop!” Doc shouted.

You kept moving forward. You find cover behind dirt mounds and trees, cautiously and quickly trying to make contact with your guys. You see them through the fog all taking cover behind a pile of lumber, then you look to the right and see a man on the ground, squirming while clutching his throat.

“Oh, shit...” you whisper to yourself.

You crawl up next to Randleman and Martin.

“Y/L/N!? What the hell are you doing here?? I told you to stay back!” Martin yelled.

“I heard someone was hit, Sarge!” you justified.

“Damn it, girl, don’t you listen?” Bull scolded.

Germans firing from the opposite direction made it impossible to move anywhere.

“Sarge, who’s out there??” you yell gesturing to the soldier out in the open.

“Julian!” Martin replied.

You army crawl to the edge where the lumber ends and try to estimate the distance to get to the injured soldier.

“Y/L/N! What in the hell are you doin’??” Martin shouted.

“I can get him!” you yell over your shoulder.

“The hell you can! The Krauts aren’t lettin’ up! You’ll get hit, too!” Heffron cried out.

“I can!” you pushed back.

Laying completely flat on your stomach and chest, you pull yourself out by your arms and hands from behind the pile of wood.

“Somebody grab her, goddam it!” Martin yelled out.

“So close...” you whisper to yourself as you lean on your left elbow to reach for Julian’s left hand with your right until you feel a dull but blunt sting just below your left shoulder on your back.

The remaining breath you had exited your lungs, and the world around you fell silent. You feel a pool of warmth soak through your uniform when you’re suddenly pulled back by your feet by Randleman. A trail of your blood left behind in the snow from where you had been laying.

“God dammit! I fucking knew it!” Martin shouted.

“I gotchya, girl.” you hear Randleman say.

“Pull back! We gotta pull back! Go!” Martin ordered the others.

You suddenly feel yourself hoisted over a shoulder being carried away from the position.

You hear Randleman’s voice again, “Hang on, Y/F/N, almost there.”

He lays you down as softly as he could when he reaches a safe distance.

“Goddam it, Y/L/N, why did you go?” Doc whispered as he opened your uniform jacket where the wound was.

He pulled back the fabric and saw that there was an exit wound, signifying the bullet had gone clean through the front.

“Well, at least I don’t have to go diggin’ for anything in there.” Doc stated.

“Where is she!?” Liebgott’s voice rang out.

Joe pushed past a few of the guys standing around where Randleman and Doc were kneeling on the ground with you. Bull stood up to meet Liebgott as he approached you and Doc.

“Easy, Joe, she’s ok. Let Doc do his work first.” Randleman said restraining him respectfully by the torso.

A horrified Liebgott stared at you lying on the ground. Blood leaking from your left side onto the snow leaving a pool of red in its wake. The bullet made contact next to your scapula and exited through the front directly under your left clavicle. Doc had already applied a bandage and a syrette to prepare you for transport. Doc nodded at Randleman to let Liebgott go.

Joe knelt next to you, not knowing where to put his hands on you.

“It’s ok, Lieb, you can hold her.” Doc told him.

Joe scooped your limp body up with soft hands and cradled you in his arms.

“What the fuck happened?” Liebgott growled without looking away from your face.

“She tried to grab Julian who was bleeding out on the road while the Krauts were firing at us from the woods.” Heffron explained.

Liebgott’s jaw clenched, “And?”

“She was close, Joe, but they got her before she could get him. I pulled her back as soon as she got hit.” Bull added.

Joe pushed the loose strands from your tousled hair away from your face as you rested in his arms. Seeing your face pale and your breath shallow sent anger and rage boiling over inside of him.

“Lieb, the bullet missed her lung, and the bone. It was a clean shot. All she needs is plasma and rest. She’s gonna be fine.” Doc reassured as he squat next to both of you with his hand on Joe’s shoulder.

Joe looked at Eugene, “Thanks, Doc. Bull...all of you guys, for watching out for her.”

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Bastogne Christmas 1944

Because of the significant amount blood you lost that day, you remained unconscious for almost four days. Easy company took on another frontal attack from the Germans the night before Christmas Eve. The following morning, Liebgott got approval to take a ride back to Bastogne to see you at the church where all the wounded were being held.

As he entered the building, Eugene met him at the entrance.

“Hey, Lieb, she’s over here.” Doc said walking towards a set of stairs with Joe on his heels.

“How is she, Doc?” Joe asked nervously.

Doc turned to him, “She’s awake.”

“She’s awake?” Joe echoed.

Doc chuckled, “Yeah, she’s doin’ just fine, Lieb. I told ya she’d be ok.”

Doc stopped at a curtained off area for female casualties. About a dozen beds each boxed off by curtains for privacy, Doc gestured towards the other side of the room where your bed was located.

“She’s back there, Joe. She’s been asking for ya. Take all the time you need.” Doc added with a weak smile.

Joe smiled back extending his hand to shake Eugene’s.

“Thanks, Doc.”

Liebgott proceeded to the curtained off bed at the end of the row. He peeked through the opening, seeing you laying peacefully in the bed. Your eyes hooded and color returning to your face, he looked upon you like he saw you for the first time. You bear heavy bandages over your left shoulder in a sling. He slowly pushed the divider aside.

You quickly look over and pure joy stretches across your face as you try to sit up to meet him.

“Joe!” you exclaim then wince from pain as you move forward to reach for him.

“Jesus Christ, Gams, don’t move too much!” he chastised sitting on the edge of the bed extending a soft touch on your injured shoulder.

Joe gently guided you backwards, propping your pillow up so you could lean back against the headboard.

“I’m fine, Joe.” you respond grabbing his hand.

He looks you over with serious eyes. Unable to contain the outrage he felt seeing the results of what the Germans had done to you. This thought raised other concerns as well.

Joe looked at you distraught, “Why would just throw yourself into middle of that shit, Y/F/N?”

You meet his exhausted face, feeling at a loss for words to justify your actions.

“Joe-” you began.

“You could’ve died. We almost lost you. I almost lost you...You understand how close you were to dying?” he interrupted before you could continue.

You look down feeling guilty, “I wanted to help,” you say quietly. “I wouldn’t’ve been able to forgive myself if I didn’t at least go out there and try.” you explained.

You steal a glance at Joe. His face was still twisted with worry. He placed his palm against your cheek cradling your head bringing your face up to look at him.

“You have a lot of good inside you, sweetheart,” he smiled weakly shaking his head, “but you ain’t helpin’ no one if you’re dead.” he added.

You nod in agreement, “I know...I’ll be more careful, Joe, I promise.” you pledge.

“I told you we’re gettin’ out of this shit together, didn’t I? I need you on the same page with me.” he reminded.

“We are. I swear it.” you confirm.

“The guys have been worried about ‘chya.” Joe added.

“Yeah?” you ask, placing your hand on your chest pleasantly surprised.

“All of ‘em. Bull said he pulled you out.”

“Yeah, last thing I remember was him throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.” you recollect.

Joe scoffed, “Yeah, and Martin is still pissed at you.”

“Oh boy,” you palm your face, “I don’t blame him.” you add.

“Doc said you’ll be outta here soon.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to get back out there.”

Joe eyed you skeptically, then shook his head.

“I know, I know, Joe, but I promised I’d do better, remember? Doc needs extra hands out there, too.” you explain.

Joe smiled, entertained and touched by your passion leaned in kissing you gently, tenderly deepening after each breath taken.

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You had been discharged that same day while Joe was visiting and had returned to the line with him. You made sure to grab a pair of size nine boots for Toye on the way out, as promised.

That evening, a German bombing run hits Bastogne and the church turned aid station takes a couple of direct hits, destroying the building and unfortunately trapping some left-over casualties and medical personnel during evacuation. Doc returned from the town with this grave news, to which you comforted your medic brother since he lost his friend, Renee in the attack.

You had a special place for each of these men in your big heart. These are your boys. You would split yourself into fifty to have the ability to be there for them properly. It broke your heart to see any of them in any kind of pain. It killed you more inside to not be able to be there to do so. Having been so close to pulling Julian from that road to no avail will haunt your dreams for the entirety of your life. You felt like you failed him and the rest of the guys.

Thank goodness for Liebgott. Your Saviour with a mouth and soft touch with calloused hands.

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calumhoodgoss · 13 days

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horror story of a teenage 5sos blogger

let me set the scene - its the mid 2010s, I'm 17, in the height of my 5sos fan career, im watching keek compilations all day and scrolling tumblr all night. Life is good.

Fast forward a few months and I start talking to this cute boy at school. we start going on dates, having first kisses - and first everything elses. we're falling madly in love. it's intense (and so cringy to look back at as an adult) but again, life is good! not a worry in the world!!

eventually.. it somehow comes up that my boyfriend and i both have tumblrs (of VERY different nature's mind you). we wanted to show eachother things we'd found online but we were both adamant we didn't want to see eachothers blogs (FOR OBVIOUS REASONS). instead of following each other, we would send each other screenshots of funny textposts, pictures, etc. - blacking out our respective blog names and url's to protect our online anonymity. life is good!

now by day, I'm spending all hours messaging my totally hot boyfriend but by night... by night, I'm reblogging hot gifs of calum hood, smut fanfics, imagines, general gifs of hot couples making out (ifykyk). it's the HEIGHT of tumblr fanfiction and imagine culture and I could not get enough. i was exploring things in real life with my boyfriend while also exploring online through fics. reblogging every single thing along the way. i was having my cake and eating it too and it was a fucking good time to be alive. life is so good!

of course, like any normal person, I was using my tags as a stream of consciousness. a way to get out my feelings about cal, about my boyfriend, about being a teenager, about LITERALLY EVERYTHING. Unfiltered, hormonal, teenage girl writing about the boys she likes. every. damn. night. life! is! good!

until.. all until.. my boyfriend and i were lying together in a park, under a tree, light filtering down on us as we talk and laugh and kiss - a perfect afternoon UNTIL he says there's something he has to tell me. 'what does *name of my blog* mean?'

TURNS OUT, the very first time I sent him a screenshot of something, I didn't black out my url properly and he had been SECRETLY STALKING MY BLOG FOR MONTHHHSSSS.

MONTHS

MONTHS!!!!!!

Literally just months worth of calum hood smut, so.much.smut, smut requests too!!!, soft porn gifs WITH TAGS LITERALLY EXPLICITLY ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND, countless text posts about our dates and whatever the fuck I was thinking or feeling that day, 5sos drama, EVERYTHING. EVERYTHINGGGGG. ABSOLUTELY EV ER Y THIN G

needless to say that blog was immediately scorched from the surface of the earth. and since then, I virtually haven't been on 5sos tumblr - until now. I was so mortified that I wasn't just throwing my thoughts into the void, I was literally scarred.

we're still together though lol I guess he some how liked me enough to look past the 5sos blog HAHA. he's a much stronger person than I because if the roles were reversed and he had some obsessed teenage fan blog, I think i would have gotten the ick straight away. Especially since I literally NEVER talked about 5sos with him because I was soooo embarrassed that I was obsessed with them (this was album one era guys HAHA and my boyfriend was way cooler than me in highschool). now I don't care, I play them in the shower all the time - he can deal with it hahaha

moral of the story is, idk don't tell your teenage boyfriend you have tumblr cause he will find your blog

#he showed me his blog to make me feel better #it wasnt even embarrassing #he would post his film photos on there #and some of them did really well #this was 10 years ago #before film really started having its hay day again in the main streem #he was way cooler than me #i just reblogged stories about calum hoods dick 😭#5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #***almost 10 years ago

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liminalpebble · 7 months

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Hey friends, sorry to ask yet again, but can we do a "get help"? (For those new to the "get help" it means sending funny, sweet, or horny things of our favorite fictional men, or just nice words etc. To cheer someone up) I don't mean to whine, but uh...I'm losing it. In the interest of brevity, here's the tl:dr...

-Still down with corona (but yay! Can smell a little again. And finally had the opportunity to binge Fleabag. Not quite finished yet, though. So, no spoilers).

-the second ex-boyfriend I was on good terms with/ friends with unexpectedly dying suddenly before their 40th birthday in a single year.

-my job campus closing down December 31st, job future very uncertain.

-Rude/fat-shaming/incredibly disrespectful yearly check up (dispite the fact that all my numbers are fine and my health is good, so...again sliver linings).

-Moving house by Dec. 31 (but it's a good/terrifying reason! Buying a house which will make freelancing easier.)

-doing a lot of freelance work (which is great because I'm in demand, and gives new experiences and money) but always stressful and uncertain and a lot more work.

Sorry, friends. I hope I'm not annoying the shit out of you all. (If I am, please feel free to ignore) I just gotta scream into the void again. In real life, I kind of suck it all up and don't say much.

Since the friend who ruined my birthday party, I've kind of stepped away from that whole friend group, which I think is a healthy decision, but leaves me, well...a lot more alone.

Please send some funny, sexy, weird, happy things. Share your good news in your life, show me cute pets. Share the shit out of this post. I would very much appreciate it. (Again, no pressure, and my apologies if I'm annoying you).

Much love ❤️

Peb

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#lovely mutuals #sas #let's do get help #lovely fanfic friends #Mew Mew the Mango says hi #lusty vicarettes

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nightmaree-eyess · 9 months

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Second in command

Arcane fanfic

Summary: jinx took over silcos crime ring when he died and you are her second in command

Word count: 1238

Tags: au, lesbian jinx, y/n, femme reader,hurt/comfort, imagine, action/adventure, angst, romance, everyone is alive, implied drugs, hallucinations, implied emotional abuse

My days are pretty boring and monotonous for being second in command for the biggest crime ring in Zaun. I wake up, make my tea, go to work, take inventory, and go home. Obviously my days aren't exactly the same but they are similar enough. Today was one of those days.

“Jinx wants to see you.”

Ugh sevika. She thinks she runs this place since she's been with the ring the longest. She thinks she deserves to run this place.

I rolled my eyes at her in response

“Look just because your girlfriend is uppity about me doesn't mean you have too.”

“Just because my head is between her legs, doesn't mean it's up her ass too.”

Sevika grimaces and I groan and walk away from taking inventory. I don't feel like dealing with her bullshit today. Or ever really.

I push the door open with my shoulder to jinx’s office. The doors are heavy and made of rusted iron. The handles are vials of shimmer. The doors creak as I enter.

“Hello y/n”

Jinx turns around to face you in her chair behind the desk.

“Hi baby, what's up?”

“Don't call me that you know I hate pet names. But can you grab my shimmer for me? My eye is fucking killing me.”

Sometimes I feel more like a monkey than her girlfriend. Just another one of her employees but with more sexual benefits.

I grab the shimmer from the table and straddle her to get a better angle. A part of me only uses that as an excuse to get closer to her.I take her chin and angle her head upwards, take the syringe, and inject her eye. Her left eye looks like a nuclear sunset with a void in the middle. She winces in pain for a moment.

“Ah fuck. That never gets easier” jinx groans

You take her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead and she raises her hand to yours. You step backwards to put the syringe away.

“This wasn't the only reason i called you in here”

I think she wants a sexual favor from me. That's usually how this goes but she keeps talking.

“ I have a job I want you to come along and it's a pretty serious one. I wanted my assistant to come with me. Id send one of the other employees but i feel like theyd fuck this job up. And we have the power they don't.”

Finally I'm starting to feel important. Jinx usually did the negotiating while i kept things running on the inside. But I never really felt like I had the power people claimed I had as jinx’s girlfriend and assistant.

“Sounds good. But what's the job?” i questioned

“We have to go to piltover and talk to jayce talis about importing more shimmer through their harbors. Business is booming right now and we need to make bigger shipments. And I need you there just in case things go wrong.”

“Like a bodyguard? Am I getting a demotion?” i joke

“Ha. ha. Funny. You think I'm some joke? You don't think I can handle myself? You think im gonna fuck up the job like i fuck everything up right?!”

“No, I-Im sorry” i raise my hands in defeat

“Good. Because it sounded like my girlfriend and assistant were doubting my abilities. Remember who's above you y/n. I'll let you know the details later. Now get the fuck out of my office.”

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“Hello ladies, glad to be in your presence.” Jayce bows sarcastically

“Yeah whatever, let's just get to business.” jinx groans

I follow them into an empty alley. I thought maybe we’d be in an office or something but maybe the guy doesn't want us knowing where he resides. Jayce starts the convo

“Ok you called a meeting with me and i only have 15 minutes. So get to the point.”

“We want to import more shimmer through the harbors. Business is booming a-”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no? This would benefit both of us in the long run and youre fucking delusional not to think so.”

“I already have the council up my ass. I can't import more shimmer without it being suspicious. The answer is no.”

Jinx pulls out her gun and points it at jayce

“We import more shimmer through your harbors or you get a bullet in the skull. Its honestly your choice”

Next thing I know there's a flash of blue illuminating the sky, the boom of a gun, and a warm feeling running down my chest. I slip into the void at peace.

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I flutter my eyes open and see a distorted jinx next to me

“You're nothing to me. You're just a dog that I bet on and you're losing.” she laughs maniacally

I try to sit up but I'm paralysed. What the fuck is going on? Before I can process anything I drift away again.

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I squint my eyes open. I'm in a sketchy room, on a twin sized mattress on the floor.

“Oh god, baby I'm so glad you're alive!”

You feel jinx’s warm lips against your clammy forehead

“Wha- ow fuck” you clutch your chest

“I'm so sorry baby, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have brought you along I jinxed it like i do everything this is all my fault im sorry”

“What are you talking about?”

“I-i accidentally shot you when jayce let off a bomb. I got startled and I shot you. Jayce died when the bomb went off but I got lucky. You… died when I shot you. I brought you to singed because i knew he could revive you…like he did me and it worked. Now you have to inject yourself with shimmer where you were injured to stay alive. I shouldn't have ever threatened jayce in the first place. This is all my fault.” she sobbed

“This… is a lot to process.” i wince in pain

“I'm so sorry. I've been cold and distant with you and you don't deserve that. Even though I keep you at arms distance, I love you. I didn't realise how much I loved you until I lost you. If I lost you…then I would have no one left. I need you in my life. You make my days brighter, you support me in ways no one else does, and I never want to take you for granted ever again. I want to love you the way you deserve, if you'll let me?”

I try my best to sit up to kiss her but I can't. Jinx fills in the space and kisses me passionately and deeply. Like if she stopped kissing me she'd lose me again. I break the kiss.

“I know. I love you too”

She climbs into bed with me. We are so close that we could almost merge into one. She pushes my sweaty strands of hair out of my face and kisses me softly on my nose and we drift off to a blissful sleep. And even though this is the most pain i've ever been in i'm the happiest i've ever been.

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universallychaoticpan · 1 year

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i am in love with your work whaa-

i have a request- if you're free and if you like the idea of course hahahaha- i have no idea if you're comfy with this type of thing, because i haven't seen many people (I've seen none) do this type of stories- because it's always the reader that gets hurt- like man I'm tired of always barely surviving a fanfic 😭😭

so my request is dazai x reader where dazai gets injured or it can be about his scars, anything angsty (again, if you're comfortable with it) it can have a fluffy ending (preferably) but I'll leave that to you!

i love your work and i hope you're doing well <3 sending a lot a lot of love to you❤️

If you're familiar with my work, you know I love turning tropes on their heads, so I am delighted to write this! Also thank you so much for your sweet words, it means a lot knowing people enjoy my work. I hope you enjoy! <33

Years ago, you and Dazai had learned that the lives you led kept you close to death at all times. It took a stubborn will to live that way; it took someone who refused to die, even after so much- it took someone who dared to defy death day after day and continue breathing.

You had so many scars between you to prove how much death craved you. In your skin, anyone could see just how desperately death yearned to claim you as its own. You knew every story in every scar, knew every memory they carried in your skin and in his. You were used to his scars, loved them even.

But god, how he scared you.

All you were aware of was the pounding heart in your chest, a bird desperate to escape the cage of your ribs, to fly away in a storm of blood. But you couldn't stop here; Dazai had already lost too much blood, the gash on his forehead dark and foreboding as you strained against your body to bring him home. You didn't want to think about how long he had been bleeding in the street before you had come, didn't want to think about how he would have been safe if he hadn't insisted on going out that night alone. And even when he was someplace safe, when he was in the familiar confines of your home, you were unable to relax. You brushed tears from your eyes, chastising yourself as you cleaned the blood away. You reminded yourself that tears would not help anyone now, least of all Dazai. But you couldn't bear to look at him; you couldn't stand to look at his face, too still and too soft, void of soul and life. You worked without thinking, watched your hands move of their own accord. You watched your fingers recall years of practice, years of stitches and sutures, and you begged him to be alright. You prayed that you would be enough to save him. You had to be enough

It took you an hour to finish- 60 agonizing minutes of watching for a hint of life, 60 minutes of being disappointed when there was nothing.

You missed him more than anything, then. You missed the man who could always take your mind far from your troubles, the boy who had once upon a time stitched your own wounds and given you your own story-laden scars. You missed the simple pleasure of his voice, the simplicity of groaning at his bad jokes. And with every passing moment, your fear grew; you feared you were too late.

So you held his comatose body close, the silence deafening as you felt your heart breaking. A life without your first love, without your dearest friend- to you it was a fate worse than death.

"You're too quiet. Usually I can't ever get you to shut up." Your voice was thick with tears, but anything was better than the silence. "I used to love the quiet and now you've gone and ruined that for me too, you asshole." You chuckled bitterly, swiping a hand across your nose. "What a dick move, getting me so attached to you, you maniac. You better wake up."

"I won't beg. I won't beg you, because you aren't worth it. But I swear I will never hate anyone more than you if you leave me here." You stared down at his still face, and you broke.

"You bastard," you sobbed. "If you die here I will never forgive you; I swear that much, Osamu Dazai." Burring your face in his neck, you tried to lose yourself in him as you cried gently.

"Please," you whispered. "Please don't leave me. You're all I have now.

Please, Osamu- I'm afraid."

Your head rested gently on his chest, searching for the sound of his beating heart, panicking in the split second you heard nothing in between the beats.

And then you felt his hand come to rest atop your head.

"You know, I really thought you'd be the one comforting me after I nearly died." A voice so weak in your ear had never broken and mended you so surely as his did then. Eyes had never seen right through you, hands had never held you like you were as precious as his did when he brought his arms around you.

And he was smiling, weakly, but he was there once again; like an ember, you saw him fighting to come back to you, to return once again and remind you:

Death would not steal him from you yet.

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sapphire-heart-tippy · 5 months

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Sapphire Heartverse! The fanfic

back to the beginning!

Part ???: Stitched Together

TWs: blood, violence, emotional distress, decapitation, slight body horror

“AVDOL!!” Polnareff screams, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HE’S GOING TO KILL YOU!!!

As soon as Avdol moves his head to face Polnareff, Tippy takes a step back. Ice peeks his head out of Cream’s mouth and sees that Polnareff is about to strike Tippy down with Silver Chariot. Ice’s eyes widen and his jaw drops. He leaps out of Cream and sprints to Tippy. Before Tippy is attacked, Ice grabs a hold of him, taking the brunt of the slashes Silver Chariot releases. Ice jumps into Cream’s gaping mouth, sending both he and Tippy safely into the void. Polnareff steps backwards, shocked at what had just happened in front of him. Avdol grabs Polnareff by the shoulders,

“Don’t do that again! You almost killed him! He doesn’t know what he’s doing or why he’s doing it! That person is not supposed to be here. He needs our help, Polnareff, don’t you get it?!” Avdol pleads with Polnareff, “He’s not one of them!”

“I… I should’ve known. Damn it…” Polnareff grits his teeth and is still determined to kill Ice by any means necessary. At least I managed to slice up that cold bastard. But what the hell was that all about?

Cream releases the two gentlemen from the void. Ice steps in front of Tippy in an attempt to protect him. Polnareff looks over at the two of them, with his arms crossed, he speaks mockingly,

“What was that about saving yourself over risking life and limb over an oblivious comrade?! You're a goddamn hypocrite, Ice.” The brunette’s brows are furrowed and he gives Polnareff a disgusted and confused look,

“What in the ever loving fuck are you talking about, Polnareff?”

“Don’t play games with me, you son of a bitch.” Polnareff growls and steps towards the two. Ice gets even more enraged and gets Tippy behind him,

“Take one step closer and I’ll beat you to death with my bare hands.”

There’s a tense pause and extreme hatred between Polnareff and Ice.

“Can I say something?” Tippy chimes in. Everyone turns to look at him. He swallows a bit, fidgeting with his fingers, “I think we’re all a little… confused.”

Avdol speaks up,

“Agreed. I knew something wasn’t right from the moment Polnareff didn’t recognize you like he recognised Ice.”

Ice and Polnareff are both staring each other down, ready to attack despite their partners trying to reason in the situation. Tippy steps out from behind Vanilla,

“I have to admit, something about this situation seems off. I know why Vans and I are fighting you guys, but do you know why you’re fighting us?” Polnareff gives him an incredulous and disgusted look,

“Because your oh-so-precious master Dio somehow rose from the grave and his existence is killing my friend’s mother all over again!” Ice crosses his arms,

“That’s ridiculous. What a horribly pathetic lie. You all are after his treasure and want to dethrone him.” As Vanilla and Polnareff are arguing back and forth, Tippy’s thoughts are running frantically through his mind. He remembers something…. And it clicks,

“WAIT A SECOND.” Tippy runs to the stairs.

“Tippy!” Ice reaches out for him and follows his partner, “Where are you going?! We have a job to do!”

“I know! I-I-I need you all to follow me!” Tippy tries to articulate his idea. Avdol nonchalantly follows Tippy.

“A-Avdol…?” Polnareff hesitates. Avdol turns to face Polnareff. The white haired man blurts out while pointing at his partner,

“Y-you can’t be serious! You’re just going to trust this weirdo and his pantless boyfriend?! Th-they literally tried to kill us just a few seconds ago!” Polnareff angrily gestures to Ice with both palms, “This asshole even succeeded, in case you’ve forgotten!”

Avdol turns to look at Tippy, straight into the eyes. Something is telling him to follow Tippy because it is urgent. He looks back at Polnareff,

“When has my intuition ever been wrong?” Avdol chuckles with a slight smile. Polnareff is at a loss for words,

“Ah- wuh- y-... but-...” He looks back and forth between Avdol, Tippy, and Ice, who has his arms crossed with a glare at Polnareff. Tippy and Avdol head upstairs. Ice still has his arms crossed, he glances over at Tippy and Avdol. The brunette looks back at Polnareff, scanning him up and down. With a slight scoff, he follows the other two. Polnareff is uneasy the entire time but chooses to trust Avdol’s intuition. Avdol is unafraid, he was never afraid to begin with, he has no doubt in his mind that Tippy knows what he’s doing at this very moment.

As they walk down the hallway, Tippy begins explaining,

“Mr Dio told Lucky Charms and I-”

“LUCKY CHARMS?!” Polnareff’s voice cracks in disbelief, speaking through a burst of laughter, “THAT’S YOUR NICKNAME FOR HIM?!” Vanilla’s cheeks burn a little bit, he sighs and shakes his head with his eyes closed. Avdol chuckles, covering his mouth a bit with his fist to make it seem like he’s clearing his throat. Ice covers his eyes and forehead loosely with his hand while Tippy is innocently confused. Xe tilts xis head,

“Hm? Y-yes?” Xe rubs the back of xis head and continues, “Um, anyway… Mr Dio told us that the reason his body is rejecting him is because somebody is holding a grudge against him. This can also cause otherworldly issues to occur. So… if my theory is correct… the only way to get Dio to stop unintentionally killing your friend’s mom is to stop the grudge.”

“Okay, great,” Polnareff looks around, gives Ice a dirty look, then looks at the back of Tippy’s head, “Now how are we going to go about doing that?” Tippy turns around with frowned brows and a nervous smile as he cautiously walks backwards into the kitchen,

“Alright, so… don’t freak out, but…”

Tippy opens the fridge, seeing Jonathan is dormant in his resting jar. Xe carefully picks up the jar as to not give him a rude awakening,

“This is… Jonathan Joestar.”

Avdol gasps sharply, covering his mouth loosely, Polnareff gives out a shocked shout and recoils in horror. Jonathan’s eyes shoot open, making the two men observing him shriek and back away even further. Avdol’s eyes are wide, Polnareff points, trembling,

“Y-y-you’re ALIVE?!”

Vanilla nonchalantly saunters over to Tippy’s side then crosses his arms as if to say at Polnareff and Avdol, “The only reason I’m choosing to trust you is because my partner hasn’t given me the ‘okay’ to maul you both to death.”

“Mr Ice?” Jonathan turns to him, then turns around, “Tippy?” He turns to face Avdol and Polnareff, “Who are these gentlemen right here?”

“Jonny, we need your help. These two are part of that group who is trying to kill Dio. I think I have it all figured out.” Tippy says. Jonathan, for just a moment, has a glimmer of hope in his eyes. But it quickly fades once he realizes just what exactly that might entail.

In Dio’s spell room

“And what, dare I ask, are we looking for?” Polnareff speaks with an annoyed tone. Tippy looks around under the desk,

“Hold on a second, Polnareff.” Tippy looks around while Vanilla holds Jonathan in the jar. Avdol observes Jonathan with astonishment and wonder,

“How peculiar…” Jonathan looks up at him. Vanilla gives Avdol a squinting side eye. Avdol notices this, darting his eyes back and forth between Jonathan and Ice,

“Oh! I don’t mean it in a bad way. It’s interesting. This enchantment Dio put on you is very intriguing, I had no idea there was ever such a thing. This defies all laws of life and death.”

“I thought the same thing, good fellow,” Jonathan speaks, “Mr Ice.”

“Yes, Mr Jojo, what may I assist you with?” Ice leans in attentively.

“I wish for you to take me out of my jar, if you please.” Jonathan tells him. Vanilla sets the jar on a shelf, and carefully pulls out the head man, dripping with elixir. He sets him on the ground, much to Avdol’s surprise. Before he can say anything, Jonathan starts bouncing to Tippy’s location all on his own. Avdol’s eyes are wide and jaw is slacked. Vanilla glances over at Avdol’s surprise, they both lock eyes with each other.

“Vans, I can’t find it.” Tippy says with defeat.

“Can’t find what, Termite?” Ice’s expression softens, which Avdol notices immediately. Polnareff, who was snooping around, spins around with an amused look,

“TERMITE?!” He guffaws, then mumbles under his breath but still enough for everyone to hear, “A guy like Dio has to hire the weirdest freaks, not to mention the ones with the weakest minds so he can manipulate them to do whatever he wants. Pfft!”

Ice sneers at him then rolls his eyes and looks at Tippy. Xe speaks,

“There’s a spellbook I was looking at in here. Well, there were a few of them I was looking at, but like- yeah. Okay so uh…” Tippy looks in a drawer one last time and finds it, “ Aha! The spell in this book showed how to reanimate limbs from corpses, including but not limited to… severed heads.”

“Alright, so you found the spellbook sire used on Mr Jojo. Anything else?” Ice presses Tippy for more information.

“Here’s the weird thing. I think Mr Dio knew about this one spell that was on the very next page.” Tippy remembers looking through the book, “It was a limb reattachment spell. Not just any reattachment spell, this one could make you into an amalgamation of stolen body parts. Yeah, they didn’t even have to be your own body parts. I think Mr Dio probably had a feeling that somebody was going to eventually find out… and he…”

Suddenly the room is filled with a slow clap coming from the doorway. All of the men in the room sharply turn to the noise. There he is. Dio leaning up against the doorway, clapping with a smirk on his face and his eyes glowing yellow. Polnareff and Avdol are on guard, but for Vanilla and Tippy, they hardly change their stances. Dio chuckles and closes his eyes,

“Very good job… yes, Tippy, my friend, you did very well. But.”

He disappears, to everyone but Vanilla’s shock. Ice turns around first to see Dio behind Tippy. That irritating pang of, “my partner is in danger, I must defend him” strikes Ice’s heart, causing his abs to tense up and his jaw to clench. Vanilla cannot do anything. He is once again stuck at an impasse. Avdol once again notices Ice’s odd behavior, especially from what Polnareff has told him. Dio hums softly, his voice deeply echoing in Tippy’s ears as he gets closer to him from behind. Dio gently rests his black taloned hand on xis shoulder, tapping lightly. The sharp ends of his fingernails poke xis flesh, even through xis crop top. Tippy looks to Vanilla for comfort and reassurance. Ice feels just as helpless as Tippy in this situation.

Dio places his other hand on Tippy’s other shoulder. The blonde vampire leans in to Tippy’s ear to whisper in a low voice, his lips tickling his ear just barely,

“I know everything, little man… you cannot hide anything from me… and I’m not talking about the spellbook.”

Tippy’s eyes widen and he grunts softly. Polnareff leans over to see Ice’s expression is that of extreme worry. He shakes his head in disgust and disbelief, but says nothing. Dio continues to speak to only Tippy,

“If you want to know how I know… it’s been quite obvious since the beginning. You bring that man to his knees just by your presence alone. But, my dear, I do the same thing. Look at his face… what do you see?” Tippy gulps and looks at Vanilla. He is tense and anxious, unsure of what he should do, he is frozen in time. Dio’s hooded eyes go from piercing into Ice’s eyes, to looking at Tippy’s profile. He gives a devious smile, “I see a broken man, confused and lost. Let’s cut to the chase, shall we…?”

Dio taps his claws onto Tippy’s shoulder, digging into his skin ever so slightly, just enough to assert his power over this gentleman. In any given moment, Dio could end the life of everyone in this room, but he chooses not to. He’s playing a game. If anyone loves games, it’s Dio. He inhales, parting his lips and whispering once again,

“You want to play the hero. You’re getting way in over your head, fella. Don’t even try it.” Dio continues, “I can hear your heart racing… give me the spellbook, imp.” Tippy’s frozen in place, trembling slightly, chills running up his spine. Suddenly, he finds the courage to respond,

“No.” Tippy turns around to face Dio, who has a very unamused look on his face. Ice bites his teeth, his hands are trembling. He knows there’s nothing he can do, and he is battling his instincts to protect his beloved. Avdol immediately notices that Ice is ready to lunge at his own master at any moment, which completely baffles him. Avdol looks to his partner, but Polnareff has no idea, he is fixated on what Dio and Tippy are doing instead.

“Mr Dio, you have to hear me out! This could put an end to the century old feud you have with these Joestar folks. History doesn’t have to repeat itself, we could-”

“Enough. You have already disrespected me enough by bringing this filth into my personal quarters, not to mention making nice with them.” Dio glares down at Tippy. He then turns his attention to Ice,

“Ice.”

“Yes, sire.” Vanilla responds.

“I am yet again disappointed in you. You made a promise you didn’t intend to keep and became fragile. You chose to obey an underling over your master.” Dio’s amber eyes are hooded and serious, “You seem to have forgotten who pulled you off the streets when you were at your lowest and covered in filth, being stepped over by passersby, starving and begging for your next meal like a stray dog.”

Dio places his hand on the spellbook Tippy is holding, “You made a lifelong vow to me, Ice. I made you the man you are today. You will aid me and tell this rodent to release the book…” Dio doesn’t say anything after that, only his eyes say or else…

Vanilla is paralyzed. His jaw is painfully locked together. Polnareff chimes in,

“Give it up, Dio. Even your own little servant boy has turned against you. It’s you against all of us.”

“NO.” Ice turns quickly to Polnareff with anger and offense, “I didn’t say that I would join your little gang.” He stalks over to Tippy, his anger subsides and instead turns into concern,

“Listen to me, Tippy… please. Give Lord Dio the spellbook. I know you want to see the good in everyone, but these people don’t have our best interest in mind.”

“Vanilla, no!” Tippy holds the book closer, “You don’t get it! This is important! Not only could this stop the Joestars from attacking, but it could give Jonathan his body back.”

“And what of Lord Dio?” Vanilla gestures to his master, “What will become of him?!”

“He can have his own body back-”

“Impossible.” Dio steps towards his two servants, “The only way to do such a thing would be to decapitate me, Dio, and allow Jojo to sit upon his body once more. How do I know that you aren’t trying to force me into helplessness?” The vampire reaches for the spellbook once again. Avdol and Polnareff can’t find it in themselves to do anything but watch in confusion and tension.

“It’s not like that, Mr Dio!” Tippy holds the book. Ice slowly steps behind Tippy, pressing against his back. Tippy looks up at his partner. Dio steps closer to Tippy as well,

“Just hand it over… and you will go unpunished.”

The blue haired man looks up back and forth between Ice and Dio. Tippy finds a way to not be touching either of the gentlemen. In the blink of an eye and by the sound of twinkles, Tippy uses invisibreak to get away from them.

“Tippy?!” Ice’s brows are frowned with worry, he can’t believe his love would disappear to get away from him. Dio is irritated,

“Find him and bring him to me.”

“He’s-” Ice looks at the doorway seeing Tippy holding Jonathan and the spellbook.

“Tell me this, Mr Dio. Why didn’t you just grab it from me?” Tippy asks. Jonathan’s face looks devoid of hope, even though there is the strongest potential he will get his body back. Dio shakes his head. Tippy continues,

“Could it be that if this book is damaged in a certain way that all of the spells you cast in here will be undone?”

The room is dead silent. Polnareff gets impatient,

“Okay, what is going on here?! Avdol, let’s smoke this bastard already!” Avdol puts his arm out in front of Polnareff,

“Shh.”

The white haired man is absolutely baffled. Tippy opens the spellbook and touches one of the pages as if he’s going to tear it.

Dio takes a step forward, about to speak, but he catches himself. Tippy narrows his eyes at Dio. Ice looks down at his master, knowing that if any of the spellbooks are damaged…

“I knew it.” Tippy speaks, “Is it true that if I tore out one of these pages… everything on that particular page will be undone?”

Dio says nothing, only glaring at this rotten little imp.

“And, by that logic, if I tore every page out of this book, every single spell will become nullified?” Tippy tells him, his dark brown eyes just as piercing as Dio’s. The blonde vampire and the blue haired human both glower at each other, the tension is potent. Suddenly, Dio closes his eyes and chuckles,

“You…” He looks around the room at everyone then back at Tippy while wagging his finger, “I knew there was something about you I liked… that silly little loveable idiot personality was just a facade, was it not? You place a sheer mask over your true self in order to bring the guards of everyone around you down. You’re almost as diabolical and cunning as I, Dio.”

Tippy is unwavering, Dio continues to chuckle deeply, his bellowing voice fills the room,

“You had me fooled, that’s for sure… but no longer. I know what your true intentions are. You want to usurp me and take over this place. You already have a strong hold over my most powerful servant.”

“That’s not what I-” Tippy is interrupted by Dio disappearing. Tippy turns around, expecting to see Dio. Jonathan sighs and watches while still under Tippy’s arm. Dio backs Tippy against a bookshelf, making Vanilla instinctively lurch forward, but he catches himself and steps back with a pained expression on his face. Dio leans down, trying to intimidate Tippy even further,

“But it is. It is what you want. Who wouldn’t want to be rich and powerful with servants around every corner waiting on you hand and foot? You're just as greedy as I am.” Dio watches as Tippy hides the book behind his back. The vampire waits a few moments before stopping time with The World once again. He tries to pry Tippy’s hands away from the book, but what he didn’t count on was Tippy holding one of the pages with his finger so tightly, that even the slightest tug could tear it. Dio gasps quietly once he notices and stops what he’s doing,

“Damn it.” This revelation has him think… could he have figured out The World’s power? No… no he must just be prepared in case I try to take it away from him. What a… brilliant idea from such a foolish person. Dio, still in stopped time, turns to see the other three gentlemen. Ice looks like he’s ready to pounce at any second. Ice. He can’t be serious. Dio looks back down at Tippy, scanning his face. Gratuity must’ve done something irreversible to that man’s psyche for him to act in such a silly way. Time proceeds and Tippy’s eyes dart to where Dio is, now slightly to the right of him,

“You glitched a little there.”

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.” Dio speaks. Tippy looks down at Jonathan then back at Dio,

“You have to trust me.”

“Tippy, it’s hopeless.” Jonathan finally speaks up. Tippy holds him closer, looking down with worry, “What? No. N-n-n-o, look! You guys are just going to have to trust me on this, please!”

Polnareff brings out Silver Chariot,

“I’ve had enough of this.” Avdol tries to hold back Polnareff but he slips out of his grip,

“POLNAREFF!”

Silver Chariot slashes his rapier at Dio. Dio moves out of the way. Tippy gasps and uses invisibreak, taking both himself and Jonathan into the void. Vanilla screams,

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” He shoves Polnareff out of the way and yells, “TIPPY!!! TIPPY!! NO!!! COME BACK!!” he frantically runs out of the room to find him. Dio gives Polnareff a quick glare before disappearing out of the room.

“Great. Let’s go!” Avdol shakes his head. He and Polnareff run out of the room after the others.

Meanwhile

Tippy is running, Jonathan tightly clutched under his arm, with the spellbook in the other hand.

“It’s pointless, dear friend. It’s oh so pointless.” Jonathan speaks dryly, with an unamused expression.

“No it’s not. We just have to find a way to decapitate Dio and perform the spell. Trust me, he’ll get his body back too.”

“Oh, I trust you. It’s my brother who has little faith in you. Which is why this entire debacle is nothing short of pointless.”

“No! Jonny, it’s not!” Tippy continues running down the hall.

“Considering the fact that Dio just might dispose of you after all of this and severely punish Mr Ice for this little blunder of yours, you’re walking on a blade right now.” Jonathan looks up at Tippy.

In an instant, Tippy slams face first into Dio’s chest, knocking xem backwards. Jonathan rolls out of reach and smacks into a wall, the spellbook slides across the floor. Dio looks at Jonathan, who is in the opposite direction of the spellbook, which he soon turns his attention to. In just a split second, Tippy has to make the decision: grab Jonathan or grab the spellbook?

He disappears in a cloud of sparkles, making Dio scramble to grab the spellbook. It’s too late, Tippy has it in his hands.

“Give it HERE!” Dio growls and reaches for Tippy with both arms. Tippy disappears once again, but he’s too slow. Dio has Jonathan in his hands.

“Let him go, Dio.” Tippy says.

“I’ll let him go once you unhand that book.” Dio taps his claws on Jonathan’s face, making the head wince. Tippy takes out Sapphire Heart, who points xis spear at Dio.

“Foolish you are, mortal… How dare you point your weapon at me.” Dio hisses. “You honestly think you can defeat me? You have no idea just who the hell you’re dealing with, you petulant moron.”

Vanilla sprints down the hall to see Dio and Tippy. Sapphire Heart has xis sights on Dio, unwavering determination to defend xis stand master.

“TIPPY!!” Vanilla shrieks. Dio glances over at Vanilla,

“It’s about time. Ice…” Dio points at Tippy, “Make him give me the spellbook. I don’t care what you do to him, just make him hand it over.”

Vanilla is stuck once again.

“That is an order.” Dio demands. Vanilla closes his eyes and rushes to Tippy, holding both of xis arms behind xis back.

“Vanilla! What the hell?!”

“I’m sorry…” Ice can’t look at Tippy. He shamefully turns away and pries the spellbook out of Tippy’s grasp as gently but firmly as he possibly can. Dio smirks. He has won. The vampire chuckles and holds out his hand to retrieve the spellbook. Vanilla looks at his master, then down at Tippy. The brunette leans down in Tippy’s ear,

“It’s for the best… everything can go back to normal. I will protect you… I… love… you.” Vanilla speaks, his voice is low and filled with pain. Tippy is defeated… Ice has both of Tippy’s wrists in one of his hands, the spellbook in the other. He brings Tippy with him to Dio, about to hand the book over to him,

“Sire.”

“What is it, Ice?” Dio is impatient.

“Before I give this to you, vow to me that you will do no harm to Tippy, no matter what may happen. No harm will fall upon Tippy. I will take whatever punishment you feel is deserving for his crimes.” Ice looks down at Dio. Dio looks up at him, very nettled,

“I vow. The book. Now.”

Ice hands over the spellbook and releases Tippy from his grip. Dio grins, showing his pearly white fangs between his plump pink lips,

“See? Now was that so hard? Hmhmhm, all this for a-” Dio opens the spellbook and his expression is that of pure shock and rage, “H-..?! Wh-!?!?!” He flips through the pages. It’s not the spellbook. Dio shoots a look of pure shock and rage at Tippy, “YOU. YOU TRICKED ME!” He flails the book upwards, “This is nothing more than a-a-a A FURNITURE CATALOGUE!!!!” Dio throws the book onto the ground, revealing the magazine pages.

“But-?! How could-?!” Ice looks at the magazine on the ground then quickly back at Tippy. Dio shoves Jonathan into Ice’s abs, forcing him to hold the disembodied head. The vampire stomps towards Tippy,

“Where is it?! Where is the spellbook, damn you?!”

Tippy looks up into Dio’s eyes, unafraid.

“Answer me, you fool! Answer me! Don’t make me repeat myself.” Dio grabs Tippy by the shoulders. Ice is enraged at this act, but attempts to keep his voice calm but noticeably firm,

"You made a vow, Lord Dio."

"Yes, Ice. And do you know what that vow entailed?! You give me that damned spell book and I wouldn't lay a hand on your little boyfriend. BUT since there is no spell book here-"

Polnareff and Avdol step into the room, Dio is very upset already and things just got even worse. Polnareff uses Silver Chariot and tries to slice up Dio, but he disappears. This makes Ice grab Tippy’s arm and take both xe and Jonathan into the void with him. Avdol stands beside Polnareff with Magician’s Red.

“Where is the real spellbook, Tippy?” Ice asks, holding onto Tippy tightly, letting Jonathan float. Tippy takes out his phone and turns on the flashlight, making Vanilla squint, “And- and just what exactly were you planning to do?”

“Vanilla, I’m going to be honest here. It feels like the only person who actually had faith in me was Avdol, and he’s not even on our side.” Tippy tells him.

“You can’t be serious.” Ice crosses his arms and shakes his head, “Why would you choose to trust a stranger over Lord Dio?”

“There’s something about that Avdol guy… When I was fighting him, things started to get a little weird.” Xe tells his partner,

“Before Polnareff tried to attack me, Avdol was talking to me about The Big Bloop and what I remember. Long story short, I told him I wasn’t part of the original crew, he told me that I needed to leave and never come back because Polnareff told him what was supposed to happen. He feared that history was going to repeat itself regardless of my presence.” Tippy notices Jonathan is floating away, so he pulls him back,

“Avdol said that he doesn’t think I… he said I don’t deserve the same fate you had.”

“I see…” Vanilla looks to the side with a disappointed frown, eyebrows furrowed.

“And I tried to tell him something but Polnareff- yeah you know the rest.” Tippy says. Ice looks at Tippy, then at Jonathan, then back at Tippy,

“Tippy, I need you to tell me the truth.”

“Yes?” Xe looks up at him.

“Will Lord Dio still be alive after this spell takes place?” Ice asks, a very concerned expression plastered on his face. Tippy nods with determination,

“I promise he will survive. Both he and Jonny will have their respective bodies back.”

Vanilla looks into Tippy’s eyes,

“...Alright, Termite. I believe you.” Vanilla kisses his beloved’s forehead. Ice peers out of Cream’s mouth and notices the three gentlemen are gone, “Oh no.” Ice hops out of Cream and pulls out the other two.

“Sire isn’t here, and neither are Polnareff or Avdol.” Ice looks around the room.

“That means we have to hurry. Come on!” Tippy speaks. The two of them start jogging away, Jonathan frantically bouncing to follow them,

“Slow down! Slow down!”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Mr Jojo.” Vanilla picks him up. They head back to the spell room,

“So how did you do it?”

“Well, when Mr Dio backed me up into the bookshelf, I had this idea where I grab another book off of the shelf that was just like the spellbook. So as Mr Dio was talking, I was feeling around with one hand for another book. Turns out, the spellbook’s cover was loose. So somehow, all with one hand, I took the cover off of the spellbook and hid the actual pages on the shelf, grabbed a magazine and placed it inside of the cover!” Tippy says.

“That is absolutely… impractical, improbable, and unbelievable… color me impressed, Termite.” Vanilla tells his partner with a little smile.

“So, are you going to help me cut Dio’s head off and perform the spell?” Tippy asks.

“I’m going to try. If what you say is true, then everything should go back to normal…”

“May I interject, please?” Jonathan asks, “If all of this is so, then why wouldn’t Dio just do this all himself? Why would he subject me to this kind of humiliation while he gets to wear my body and parade my severed head around like some sort of sick trophy- and I just answered my own question.” He pulls his lips to a tight line with hooded eyelids, realizing what he just said. Tippy opens the door to the spellroom,

“Well,” Xe goes over to the bookshelf xe was backed into, “I think that but also, the fact that maybe he was afraid that it would backfire and he would be in your place, Jonny.”

“I suppose.” Jonathan halfheartedly agrees. Tippy finds the bare spellbook and flips through it,

“Okay, now to flip to the reattachment spells-”

BANG!!!!

A very loud crash causes the mansion to rumble.

“That can’t be good.” Tippy says.

“LORD DIO!” Vanilla yells. He quickly turns to Tippy, his hair flipping over his neck and face from how fast he turns, “Please, we have to hurry! You have to promise me that Lord Dio will still be alive.”

“I-I promise!” Tippy stammers. Vanilla grabs Tippy’s arm and they rush out of the room. Jonathan sits there and watches them walk away. Vanilla, predictably, comes back and apologizes to Jonathan and carries him.

Meanwhile

Dio has Polnareff by the neck up against the wall while Avdol is trying to set Dio ablaze. Polnareff is grabbing at Dio’s arm, trying to get released.

“Once again I am surrounded by idiots.” Dio continues to choke Polnareff. Magician’s Red attempts to swipe at Dio, but he moves out of the way. Magician’s fist crashed into the wall instead. Dio drops Polnareff, who gasps for air and holds his throat. Silver Chariot slashes at Dio a few times, even stabbing him in the stomach.

Dio flexes his abs, causing Silver’s rapier to get stuck.

“W-WHAT?! HOW?!”

Dio uses The World’s hands as if they were gloves, so he can grab onto Silver’s arm,

“Imbecile.”

Magician’s Red swipes at Dio, singing the right side of his body,

“GRAAUGHH!! Why you…”

Once Dio turns his attention to Avdol-

SLAAAASHHH!!!

Dio is paralyzed, his eyes are wide. Slowly, his head slides off of his body, which is brought to its knees and falls over, bleeding from the neck. The body Dio once stole from Jonathan is lying motionless on the floor in a pool of blood. Dio’s head rolls across the floor until Tippy stops it with his foot. Xe used Sapphire Heart's diamond spear to slice his boss's head clean off of his stolen body.

Dio looks up at Tippy, his cheeks squished between xis boot and the cold linoleum,

“I should’ve known…” Dio spits out some blood, then grins with a weak chuckle, “But this isn’t the first time I’ve been in this state.”

“Vanilla, I need you to perform the spell.” Tippy asks, calmly yet urgently. Ice is completely stunned at seeing his master’s disembodied head underneath the foot of his beloved. Suddenly, Tippy feels something slimy and hot wrapping around his leg. Dio is using his neck veins to move around. With a sharp gasp, xe tries to kick Dio away.

“VANILLA!!!” Tippy yells and points to the body…. Jonathan’s body. Vanilla’s heart is racing, so many conflicting and painful emotions rush through his head as he scrambles to bring Jonathan to the motionless body. He pops off Jonathan’s neckbase, sets him to the neck of the body, then kneels down in the blood and reads from the spellbook,

“Cold is the body that lies before me. With my hand I bringeth warmth back to thee. I say it now to hear my plea. For I breathe in the life you once lost back into you again, so it shall be.”

All while Vanilla is performing the spell, Dio is attacking Tippy with his veins and fangs. Tippy tries to pry Dio off of him,

“STOP!! STOP IT!! MR DIO, PLEASE!!”

Avdol rushes to Tippy’s aid, pulling Dio away from Tippy, but Dio’s veins are very strong. Polnareff joins in and tries to pull away the veins from Tippy. Avdol lights his finger on fire and begins to singe some of the nerves on Dio’s neck.

“OW!! You bastard!” Dio hisses.

Jonathan’s body glows brightly and hovers for a brief moment. In a flash, the body floats back down, revealing the new Jonathan…

The man who was once only a severed head, has retrieved his body. Jonathan struggles to sit up. He looks at his hand, very badly struggling to gain control of his limbs. Ice has already abandoned Jonathan in order to help Tippy. Jonathan lies on his back and faces the group of men frantically trying to pry Dio’s head off of Tippy. Everything starts to fade to black, Jonathan closes his eyes and is now unconscious. Ice grabs Dio with the help of Avdol’s flames to cause the veins to retreat. Dio spits blood in Vanilla’s face, with a hateful hiss,

“Traitor…”

Ice is visibly trembling, from adrenaline, fear, anger, and a plethora of emotions all at once. He does everything in his power to hold Dio down on the ground as he kicks the spellbook to the other three,

“The… spell on the… next page…!!!” Ice strains to hold Dio down. The vampiric head chomps down on Vanilla’s arm, making him grunt in pain, “HURRY!!!!” Dio clamps his jaw down even harder, causing Ice to cry out in pain. Tears well up in his eyes, not because the bite from Dio hurts… but because of the situation he has been put in. Ice was saved by this man. He trusted him. He loved him with all of his being… He has done everything he could to try to make Dio happy… and now here he is, holding down the severed head of his beloved master as he clamps down on his arm… Ice squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold back heartbroken tears.

Tippy grabs the spellbook and kneels down to Dio,

“Something lost you need to find. Hear my prayer as the restless before me unwind. Look now and do not turn your eye blind. I bestow upon thee a new form shall you bind.”

Ice’s brown hair falls down over his tear soaked face as he shudders from both physical pain and emotional pain.

Dio loosens his jaw grip until he stops biting Vanilla’s forearm. Dio’s head starts glowing a bright white, hovering up to the height he used to be before he lost his body. Tippy rushes to Vanilla’s aid and looks at the wound Dio has caused Ice…

“Let me see…” Tippy speaks so only Vanilla can hear. Ice shows the deep bite mark, bleeding and covered in his master’s saliva. The fang marks are very visible and are the deepest. While Dio is getting his body back, Tippy brushes Vanilla’s hair out of his face to reveal that man’s crestfallen milk chocolate brown eyes, filled to the brim with tears. Tippy quickly wipes away his tears, making sure Avdol and Polnareff don’t notice. Without needing to say a single word, Tippy knows how much this entire thing had broken Vanilla’s heart… the pain… the realization… everything hitting all at once. Dio’s torso is finished in the blinding white light, and his legs are soon to follow. Tippy takes out a napkin from his pocket and gently dabs Ice’s wound with it. It’s all he has, but the gesture is enough to bring this big strong man to tears yet again.

Ice stifles a hiccup. Watching Tippy do his best with what little he’s got in this very moment… This is what it feels like to have somebody I love care about me. He thinks. Tippy looks up at Vanilla and wipes his tears away once again, then softly plants a tender kiss on his dampened cheek.

Suddenly they hear a loud thump. All of the gentlemen turn to look and see Dio’s nude body curled up on the ground.

“Is he…” Polnareff’s eyes are narrowed, “Alive?”

“Is Jonathan alive?” Avdol points at Jonathan’s unconscious body. Everyone turns to look at Jonathan, who is still breathing but unmoving. Dio doesn’t make a sound, but he is breathing and curled up on himself with his back to the others.

A few hours later

Tippy has patched up Vanilla’s wound, while the Stardust Crusaders converse amongst themselves. Polnareff and Avdol explain what happened to Jotaro, Joseph, and Kakyoin. This puzzles the other three, but admittedly Jotaro and Joseph have been through just as strange of events.

Avdol makes his way over to Vanilla and Tippy to speak,

“I knew there was something about you, Tippy.” He taps his temple, “You and I… we’re on the same wavelength.”

Tippy chuckles,

“Thanks, Avdol. You know, I had the same feeling about you. Well, I mean I did miss every time I tried to end you!”

“Haha, and you almost got me one time!” Avdol laughs, “You’re pretty good with that spear of yours, you had me actually worried for a little while. I was like, ‘damn this guy is good.’ and that disappearing power? Absolutely incredible!”

“You’re one to talk! You had me on my toes back there, man. I was trying to trick you, going here and there and everywhere. But you know what they say,” Avdol and Tippy say in unison, “You can’t trick a trickster! Jinx! Ahahahaha!” They both laugh. Avdol points to Tippy and says to Vanilla,

“Don’t you let this guy go. Hang onto him, got it? You got yourself a good one.”

“Oh. There is no need to worry about that.” Ice nods and looks at Tippy, “I intend to spend the rest of my life with him…”

“Hey.” Avdol says to Vanilla, catching his attention. Avdol looks up at Vanilla, “I can see it in your eyes… They say the eyes are windows to the soul, and you… your soul has been damaged. But much like a liver, it has the power to regenerate itself and repair the damage over time.” Avdol scans Ice’s face, then sets the palm of his hand on fire, “Unfortunately, in some cases… the damage can be so great that nothing can repair it…” Avdol examines the flame in his hand, “but don’t let that discourage you from living a full life with your beloved.” Avdol inhales, “Yes, your stand will forever be a reminder of the trauma you’ve faced in your life, but you can use it to your advantage. Turn your hurt into something beautiful.” Avdol blows out the fire in his hand, letting beautiful twinkles of embers float away. Ice is at a loss for words at this very moment, all he can do is nod in understanding. Avdol smiles at the two of them, but is called over by Joseph,

“Avdol!”

“I’ll be right with you, Mr Joestar.” Avdol calls back to him, then turns around to the couple, “Take what I said to heart. Turn your hurt into something beautiful.” Avdol heads back to the group. Polnareff shakes his head and says loud enough for Vanilla and Tippy to hear,

“Let’s get the hell out of here. I never want to see this god forsaken mansion or,” he points with pure hatred at Ice, “that man ever again.”

The Stardust Crusaders say awkward goodbyes and quickly escape from Dio’s mansion.

A few days later…

Zzzzziip! Tippy zips up a blue sparkly suitcase,

“Well,” He playfully dusts his hands off, “That’s the last of my stuff.” Tippy and Vanilla take a look around Tippy’s old room. It’s empty. The walls are no longer covered in drawings or posters, the dresser and closet are empty, the desk is cleared, and the bed no longer has sheets.

It’s silent. Tippy looks around with his hands on his hips, gently nibbling the inside of his cheek. Ice walks over closer to Tippy, placing a loving hand on his shoulder. Tippy looks up at his partner. Vanilla inhales,

“It doesn’t have to be like this, you know.”

“What do you mean?” Tippy asks with a curious little head tilt.

“I mean that,” Vanilla touches Tippy’s suitcase, “You can stay, you know.” his voice is a bit quieter. He holds Tippy’s hands, “You can stay here. With me… forever… things don’t have to change.”

“Vans… I can’t.” Tippy’s brows frown and he looks down at their hands together, “You know I can’t stay here forever. I have things I need to do back home. I have my own obligations.”

“Please.” Vanilla lightly begs his beloved. They both look into each other’s brown eyes. Tippy places his hand on Vanilla’s cheek,

“I can’t… I’m sorry, Vans.” Xe leans up and kisses his lips delicately.

Vanilla helps Tippy take his things to the front door before he leaves for the airport.

“So… this is it?” Ice asks.

“That’s it!” Tippy says. That’s not what he meant, but he says nothing. The brunette sighs while Tippy gets everything ready. After a while he finally blurts out,

“What if I came with you?”

“W-what?” Tippy asks.

“What if I packed my things and came with you? I don’t have much. I can leave this all behind.” Vanilla pulls Tippy in by the small of xis back and interlocks their fingers as he lightly dips xem, “I told you I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to spend a thousand lifetimes with you, plus a thousand more after that.” Vanilla leans in closer to Tippy, “I want to be with you until the sun dies, until the universe dies, until we have to find each other all over again once the universe resets… I want to be with you through the end and the beginning of time.”

Tippy giggles, then it turns into warm laughter as xe wraps xis arms around Vanilla’s shoulders, pressing xis forehead against his. They kiss each other, smiling in between each peck.

“I… I would love that, Lucky Charms.” Tippy says to his beloved. Vanilla smiles with such warmth for the man in his arms… but that smile fades,

“Lord Dio… I have to notify him of my absence.” Vanilla carefully stands Tippy back up and turns to go to one of the library rooms. He turns back, “Wait right there, my darling. I will be back. I promise… and no matter what happens… I will forever love you. I will do whatever I can to make sure I feel your loving embrace once more.”

Ice quickly makes his way to each library room he can until he finally finds his master,

“Sire.” Vanilla speaks while in the middle of the doorway. Dio and Jonathan were in the middle of a conversation, but they turn their attention to Ice. Dio sets a book down on a desk,

“What is it, Ice?”

“My lord…” Vanilla slowly gets on his knees with his head bowed, “I come to you as a humble servant… remember what you said to me on the day you chose to bring me into your home? You told me that I can have one wish and no more… I told you I didn’t need wishes because everything I ever wanted was already granted just by being accepted here. Then you said that if I could think of anything, anything at all, you would grant it for me.” Ice gulps, “Sire… I would like to use my one wish.”

Dio watches in amusement at his servant’s behavior. The blonde turns to look at Jonathan, who isn’t surprised but taken aback a little by the suddenness.

“Very well, what is your one wish, Ice?” The brunette bites his lip and hesitates. He inhales and looks up at Dio with pleading eyes,

“I wish to join Tippy. I want to go with him back to his home. Please, sire, I wish to have a plane ticket to join Tippy and be with him forever.”

Dio glances at Jonathan, who is giving a warm and knowing smile to Vanilla. Dio sighs,

“Is this really your one wish? You wouldn’t wish for him to stay here with you forever?”

“...I have made my decision, sire. I… I want to go wherever Tippy goes. I want to be tethered to him as I was once tethered to you…”

“I see.” Dio taps his cheek with his taloned finger, “Very well then… I unbind you to me. You are free to leave with Gratuity. Your services are no longer required anyway, considering I have a second set of hands around here.” Dio nudges Jonathan with his elbow. Jonathan shakes his head and speaks,

“That’s all well and good and all, but our dear friend here still needs a ticket to catch the same flight Tippy has. Are you just going to pull that out of thin air?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Dio smugly has a plane ticket in between his index and middle finger.

“Wha-? But how did-?” Jonathan is interrupted by Dio bending down to hand Ice the plane ticket,

“Here.” Vanilla’s hands tremble as he delicately takes the plane ticket,

“Thank you, sire. Oh, thank you so much. Thank you.” Ice says.

“Yes, yes. Now hurry along and pack your things…” Dio waves him away. “Oh… and I do expect you to visit whenever possible. Hmhm. Goodbye, Vanilla Ice… you were the best servant I have ever had.”

Ice gives a slight bow to Dio and rushes to pack some of his things from his bedroom.

Dio taps his cheek again and looks at the doorway with a sigh,

“Now where am I going to find another obedient servant boy with a cute buttox?”

Jonathan playfully hits his arm,

“Dio!”

Meanwhile

Tippy is sitting on his suitcase at the front door. Vanilla runs down the hallway with his suitcase rolling behind him,

“TIPPY!!!!”

“Hm?”

“TIPPY!! I’M!!” Vanilla pants and rushes up to Tippy, “I’m *pant* I’m coming with you.” He wraps him up in a hug and shows him the plane ticket.

The couple end up moving into the quaint little one story house they had built together, with the money Dio had paid them. Dio and Jonathan adjust to living together after getting their bodies back, the Stardust Crusaders go on to live lives of their own, and things are safe and sound. The disappearing void dwellers live a happy, peaceful new life together in that comfortable little house and even get married and have a son together…

The End

#sapphire heartverse #sapphire heartverse fanfic #tw blood #tw violence #tw emotional distress #tw decapitation #tipvans #jonathan's head #sapphire heartverse good ending #tw slight body horror

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Intro

Hey guys! This post is a bit different from what I usually write, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently, and that I talk about with fellow fanfic writers. I’ve talked a little before about how self insert fanfic culture has changed over the years, and this post is just an attempt for me to (somewhat) compile and organize my thoughts.

This post (or informal essay) will be divided into two main sections: one on content creators and burnout, which goes into topics such as why writers leave and the difficulty of maintaining a writing blog, and one on what readers and authors owe each other, which delves into the relationships between authors and their audience, and everything that entails. As a disclaimer, all opinions are my own, and anyone is free to agree or disagree. I wouldn’t mind civil discussion on this topic, but I will ignore anything out of line.

Content Creators and Burnout

First up on the agenda: the term content creators. This isn’t a term specific to writers, as other creators such as artists have also fallen under this label. Content creators are people who produce content for fandom, and Merriam-Webster defines content as “the principle substance... offered by a website” (content has several definitions, but this one was what I found most relevant). Though there’s nothing inherently wrong with this definition, but it does have an impersonal connotation. There is power in words, and I think the shift to calling writers content creators reduces their art down to what they produce. It turns writing, a labor of love, creativity and passion, into simple content, something to be consumed. This correlates to a shift in general fandom culture of treating writing (and any art by extension) as something to be passively consumed, instead of interacted with. Of course, lurkers and shy fans have always been a part of any fandom, but it seems like interaction is far rarer than it was even ten years ago (the infamous reblog to like ratio changing to favor likes instead of reblogs being a prime example).

I have seen writers express discontent at how it feels like they’re putting writing into a void. There’s no comments, no replies, no asks; it’s disheartening not to receive any feedback on something you’ve worked hard on. Even if you know people enjoyed it enough to reblog it or leave a like, it doesn’t feel like it if you can’t see actual evidence or read any feedback. Another part of the issue is that reblogs are the only way to share fic; likes on tumblr, unlike on other social media, don’t really do anything other than serve as a bookmark at best. Writers write for their enjoyment, but they also write so their stories can be shared and enjoyed.

The shift to treating writing as “content” and the lack of engagement means that self insert fanfiction blogs have a short-shelf life. Most writers will only stay for as long as they’re interested in a media, and then stop when that interest dries up. Without that personal motivation, the lack of engagement feels even more disheartening. Additionally, most self-insert blogs are also request based, so they rely on people being interested enough to send in a request to thrive. However, this also lends to treating writing as “content,” because there will invariably be some who treat writers as machines, instead of people with their own inner worlds. Insert a request, and get a fic spit out a few business days later. This also demotivates writers, who feel like their work isn’t being enjoyed, but simply taken for granted. Writers will then burnout, and quit their blogs.

Another factor in this conversation is how self-insert fanfiction is self indulgent, and seen as “bottom of the barrel” because of this. It has a reputation for being cringy, in short, and is usually not as respected as other forms of writing. Though people who read self-insert fanfiction might not take this attitude themselves, this could affect how writers are treated regardless. I’ve often jokingly compared self-insert fanfiction to pulpy romance paperbacks: they’re both self-indulgent (and looked down on for being self-indulgent), consumed en mass, and never taken very seriously.

Of course, not all readers view writers as simple content machines, and there are always readers who leave nice comments and send asks. Silent readers are not the issue, either, because engagement isn’t something that can be forced. Readers will also lose interest in media, and fandoms will sometimes die for natural reasons. This not an attempt to pass judgement or blame, but simply an observation on general trends.

What Do Readers and Writers Owe Each Other?

So. Let’s say that you are an inspiring writer, and you start a blog. You receive a request, but it contains a subject matter you don’t feel comfortable writing with. What do you do?

This is a situation I see crop up often when people run request based blogs. Even if you have rules in place to stop this precise situation, there will always be people who either ignore or don’t read your rules. In most cases, people would just delete it and move on, or address it to ensure people do not do it again.

What allows these sorts of situations to happen, though? I believe part of it stems back to the prior section. If writers are seen as content machines, then they aren’t human; it doesn’t matter what you send them, because there isn’t a real person on the other side of the screen, with their own feelings.

I don’t believe requests that want to deal with sensitive subject matter are inherently bad; some writers are comfortable with writing that material, and everyone wants comfort from their favorite character when they’re in a tough situation. I do believe, however, that there should also be care taken to ensure you aren’t overstepping any boundaries with the writer. Perhaps the writer has experience with that particular subject that makes them unable to write about it, feel unequipped to write it, or they simply want to avoid it. Whatever the case, different writers will have different standards and expectations.

I’ve also seen another phenomenon where someone will send the same request to multiple different blogs. Some writers are fine with this, but some are not; for those who are uncomfortable, it feels like another instance of being viewed as a machine. Someone wants a particular idea written, and doesn’t care who writes it. It makes for an awkward situation when you work on a request and realize that a different writer has already posted their version of it.

It’s easy for the relationship between a writer and reader to feel one-sided. A writer doesn’t know who reads their posts, or how many people do, or how others will react to it. A reader can’t truly get to know a writer based solely on what the writer selectively post and reveal about themself on their blog. A reader might know about a writer, but the writer does not know them.

However, I believe that readers are just as important to writers when it comes to fandom community. If you write something, what would you do if there was no one to read it? An audience is vital to the maintenance of community, and writing blogs and fics wouldn’t grow without people to support and read their works. Though there will always be uncomfortable situations or overstepped boundaries, I don’t think it’s true that readers and writers don’t owe each other anything, or that it’s a wholly one-sided relationship. Writers write, and readers read. Readers provide feedback, whether through a comment or ask or message, and writers will be encouraged by their words to write more.

(Of course, if someone is making you uncomfortable or breaking your boundaries, you have every right to take whatever action you deem necessary to prevent this. Readers and writers owe each other basic respect and courtesy, like you would give to any fellow human. You don’t owe anything to anyone who breaks this courtesy).

It was more common in the past for writers to respond to a reader’s comments (and it doesn’t help that tumblr’s system makes it difficult to respond to tags and replies), though some writers still continue to do this. There’s something to be said about how readers will read a piece of writing without responding, and writers might read feedback without engaging in return.

Are these inherently terrible behaviors? I don’t believe so, but it does contribute to the current culture where writing sometimes feels less like a community, and more like an individual pursuit.

Conclusion

Too long of a post for you to read? Skimmed through it? In short, what I’m discussing in this post is this:

(1) how writers are being reduced to the content they produce, and being treated like writing machines. This, as well as the lack of engagement, can cause people to burnout from maintaining blogs and leave,

and

(2) readers and writers owe each other basic respect, and readers are a vital part of any fandom community, even if the writer-reader relationship can feel one-sided at times.

I don’t think any of the situations I bring up have easy answers. If there were easy answers, I wouldn’t be holding a discussion on this in the first place. But I do think it’s necessary to think about them and how we approach each other as writers, readers, and fellow human beings.

#liya chats #THANKS FOR READING if you made it all the way through!!#if anyone has their own opinion on the matter please feel free to share #as a very longtime self insert fic writing #I think about these matters... so much...#I have seen a lot over my tumblr writing career lol

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bunny584 · 3 months

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Look, listen, love, look at me my sunny honey bunny

I don't know fuck all about JJK, legit like exceptionally basic concept ideas. I can't read the manga or watch the show because I'm a little emotional crybaby and wouldn't be able to handle it (from what I DO know)

I'm a 3rd person POV writer (99% of my work exists in my poor Google docs drive as tragic WIPs that may or may not ever see the light of day)

I haven't written 2nd PP(ehe)OV once in my life

You make me want to write 2nd PP(even funnier the second time around)OV jjk fanfic because what the fuck, your writing is stellar fuck I wish we were friends you're a fantastic author I am OBSESSED with your jjk stuff (yes the obsessed series too, I've swallowed it all whole, just like reader can swallow–)

'Kay that's all thanks for coming to my TEDTalk I adore you and will continue to absolutely inhale your work mwah *chef kiss* kisses~ ❤️

(P.S. I wrote fucking *french kiss* right before sending this and I can't decide if I'm blessed or cursed with this innate fuck up ability of mine that literally refuses to go away. My brain instantly goes "french kiss" instead of chef kiss and it has caught myself and my friends off guard multiple times, I apologize for nearly subjecting you to that as well)

I—

So…all I got from this is that we should French kiss? Like…now?

Should I schedule the wedding for today? Or tomorrow? No really whatever is convenient for you because you have single handedly pulled my heart clear out of my chest and now it’s yours to keep. It’s yours. Those are the rules.

Are you literally kidding me? I wish I could eat this comment for breakfast/lunch/dinner.

You know every author is just a thinly veiled praise kink manic pixie dream sleep deprived slutty little minx and I just…🥹

You’ve killed me. I’m finished. There’s nothing left. Thank you is inadequate.

So now I’m in love with you. I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done!!!!!!

*s(creaming) into the void*

*also we should definitely French kiss because I can match your google doc chaos. I write everything in my notes on my iPhone because carpal tunnel means nothing to me.*

#I literally cannot breathe #help #jjk fanfic #jjk smut

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phecdasolar · 1 year

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HEY HEY HEY TRAFFICBLR I RETURN WITH ANOTHER FIC IDEA SO BUCKLE UP

Okay so, I adore reaction fics, they’re my absolute favorite breed of fanfic, whether it be the characters watching their show/media, or there’s an unseen spectator, living through the events with the cast, I just adore the concept okay! So picture this:

3rd Life, but none of the participants know each other, other than this little feeling in the back of their head like ‘I feel like we’ve met before but idk where or when.’ Now, here’s where the unseen spectator aspect gets added!

While all the 3rd Lifers are going on about the game as we know, the Hermits (and Empires ppl if you want) who didn’t participate, and who DO know and remember their friends, are watching them with ZERO CONTEXT as to what’s going on!! The second all the participants got snatched up to play the death game, so did the Hermits, but they got put in spectator mode!

So they’re all having to stand there, completely helpless and unable to interfere, as their friends go to war and start murdering each other!!! And even when they die, they can see the ghosts of their friends but the ghosts can’t see them!!

Like dude there’s so many events in 3rd Life that would definitely cause a few heart attacks and/or tears, but picture the cactus ring!! Grian and Scar, circling each other, fists bloody, the bloodthirsty ghosts of their deceased friends howling in their ears, screaming for more blood! More pain! More death! Until there’s only one life left-!

Picture the horror on the Hermits’ faces as the friends they once knew and loved have become twisted near beyond recognition in death.

Picture their fear when Grian wins, and shuffles over to the cliff by Pizza’s grave, dripping red, eyes dead, wings limp, ghosts still HOWLING for blood, and they realize what comes next.

Picture the terror and screams that fall on deaf ears as they try to hold him back but their invisible hands find no purchase and he plummets.

Picture the horror when they all wake up and the severity of the situation sinks in. Memories are returned, realizations are had, panic attacks occur, and now those who weren’t participants have 8 heavily traumatized Hermits to deal with, ntm Empires having their 3 traumatized emperors(?) as well!

AND then there’s also the case of Martyn, BigB, and Skizz, who to my knowledge were not on any specific SMP at the time of the series, so for the sake of plot instead of sending them to the void like Martyn in that one fic (love that btw <3) they can spawn in on Hermitcraft or Empires to make things angstier! As a treat uwu (Martyn preferably on Hermitcraft bc haha Dogwarts angst!)

I hope that came out as somewhat understandable, but yeah! If anyone likes this idea and wants to write it then by all means, please go for it!! Just credit me for the idea, @ me or send me the link and we’re all good :D if I had the time and patience to write this myself I would but alas I shall leave it up to the community~ And even if no fics come of this, it’s still a cool idea, no? ;]

#i speak #fic idea #trafficblr #hermitblr #3rd life #3rd life smp #life series #traffic life smp #hermitcraft #empires smp #hermitpires #grian minecraft #grian #3rd life grian

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last-hourglass · 5 months

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For the Wrapped meme: 6, 12, & 29

Favorite title you used

Going to assume this means fic title and not chapter title because GOD there are too many chapter titles to choose from xD

Might be a cheap pick because it's a lyric title fic, but I'm very fond of Sparks Send Fire Down The Wire, it just feels so evocative and keeping the trend of all chapter titles being Sleeping At Last songs was one of my better ideas, I think

How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

I'm still working on Last Hourglass and I am haunted, and I hope to keep poking at my silly Superman/Martian Manhunter shipfic, but other than that I'm hoping to have more brainspace to focus on my own books, I'm not really into anything media-wise enough right now to have any new fic ideas

(And I guess technically I have an unfinished Criminal Minds fanfic lurking somewhere, but let's be honest I don't think that's ever gonna get updated xD)

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

OH GOD you're really asking me to pick ONE? *sweats*

gonna give myself a cheat code for this and just pick one goodie per fic because there are sooooo many good lines and I truly do not know which one is my top tier favorite

Last Hourglass:

(Breathe in, breathe out.) (Feel the air in your lungs, and know you are you.) . . . ...Yes. Yes. He is Donnie. Just Donnie. And neither the Krang nor the ghosts of the future have any power over him anymore.

I'm only posting the tail end of it, but the entire corrupted-Donnie dream sequence from chapter 15 is my favorite thing I've written for Last Hourglass by a long shot. It's the culmination of all the other chaotic formatting nonsense that came before and it was such a struggle to write and format but it was SO worth it

I am haunted:

"Usually I am nothing more than a part of you. Even now I am not an entity of my own autonomy and purpose. I am you, just... refracted. Dislocated. You begged for a way to fix things. You called upon the deepest reserves of your own mystic power, and your family Ninpo, and this is the result. You wanted to break the hourglass, and so it has been done." The spirit opens his hands to the void around them. "This is your soul, shattered across time. And you - your linear memory, your conscious existence - are the sand flowing free."

This passage from chapter 1 is just. It's everything. The groundwork of what is to come. The proper introduction to George my beloved. And it perfectly showcases the theme behind the Last Hourglass series title - the manifestations of time and how it corrupts and influences the characters, and in turns is corrupted and influenced by them (mostly Mikey)

Pride Parade:

There is no physical heart inside of J'onn whose beat can skip, whose pulse can quicken. There is a pulse within him, make no mistake, but it is something so much less constrained than a vertebrate cardiovascular system. It is the current upon which his cognition floats. The tether between his metamorphic molecules. It is humming fast, a tremor in the psychostrata. (If five centuries of silence and isolation taught J'onn anything, it is that grief and hope become indistinguishable from another, after enough time.)

I just think this one perfectly encapsulates the bittersweetness that permeates the entirety of what is essentially a rarepair shipfic about going to a pride parade

#answered asks #last hourglass #the ties that rewind #lh future mikey time loop fic #kiaxet #thank you for the ask kia it was a Struggle to pick out lines but I think i nabbed some good ones <3

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anurapoda · 7 months

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Orginal Character Masterlist

Hi, fun fact about me: I mainly write orginal works with orginal characters. Despite this everything on this account is very fanfic focused... I want to change that!

This is a masterlist of orginal characters I am actively using. This is not every orginal character I have, as there are a few I'm just not invested in outside of specific roleplays. Those ocs will be excluded.

For the sake organization these ocs will fall under three sections, orginal characters, dungeons and dragons ocs, and minecraft ocs.

PLEASE SEND ME ASKS ABOUT MY ORGINAL CHARACTERS

Anyway, ocs are below the cut and will include their name(s) and basic background.

Orginal Characters

*Anura (She/They/He) - This is just my online sona, she is different from oc!Anura who will appear later in the list. persona!Anura is a shapeshifter who can take any form she wishes with no restrictions, her most common form is with feathered wings and some kind of horns - thought it depends on how I'm feeling *turns into catgirl*

Usha (She/Her) - My oldest orginal character, Usha comes from an old god roleplay based off of a webcomic I read back in 2017. She's the goddess of Death, may have destroyed 80% of the world that one time, and has a son named Insanity who is @fizzello character!

Constance (She/Her) - My second oldest orginal character, she orginally went by a different name and was considerably younger. I took the main themes of her old character and made Constance, a medium from the 1860's who's heavily indoctrnated and falls in love with a white boy.

Walter (He/Him) - The white boy Constance falls for. He is a newer orginal character who has gone through a lot of revisions, at first he had fire powers! Now he's just a redhead in the 1860's who's a cop with a politician as a father. Also he may be cis and straight but in modern day this bitch is a femboy.

Annette (She/Her) - I keep saying I'll flesh her out but I haven't. She's dead, Constance and Walter need to solve her murder. Annette is not her real name, I forget her real name, it's in a book somewhere. Annette exists.

Solstice (She/They) - My lil vampire baby, I love her. @fizzello character kidnapped her but that's ok because they're gonna fall in love! She's super new and I haven't used her much, I'm just in love with her as a whole. Think high school mean girl obsessed with her looks but she's actually really nice (unless if you've kidnapped her)

Dungeons & Dragons OCs

Robin (She/They) - My first DnD oc who I made in 2021 I believe? I gave her all my trauma. Abusive mom? Check. Brother who she has complicated feelings for because she feels betrayed? Check. Lesbian cat moms? Ok so I don't have those but that's besides the point.

Ceana (She/They) - I love Ceana. You can take her from my cold dead hands. Her parents are dead, she's a single mom who works two jobs to support her 7 brothers, there's other stuff I can't say here cause @fizzello is gonna see this and they're in the campaign she's an NPC for, but just know I will tell you about it if you send me an ask.

Nephilia (She/They) - I LITERALLY CANNOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HER BECAUSE OF @fizzello BEING HERE. But I am so gay for her. She's a villain and that makes her 10x hotter. She's also a spider!! She has many arms to hug me :)

The Queen and Princess - Once again, cannot say anything about these guys cause of @fizzello. Please ask me about them though. I need to scream about them.

Minecraft OCs

*Anura ( She/They/He) - Listen, I know she's identical to my online persona. But her lore is different! She's made entirely of void, can shapeshift, and feeds off of player code. Also, she's not a player!

Azelea (She/They) - The twin of @blood-smith character Berry, Azelea works in Decked out as a medic and landscaper and owns her own bakery called the Lush Cafe! Oh also she's a mooshroom hybrid who will fight you if you pick on her sibling.

Ayaan (She/They) - A wallcreeper bird hybrid! She's orginally from an anarchy server and has a found family with @cr0w-covered0n-m0ss and @chara--system characters. Her dream is to be a server admin, though she kinda put that dream aside to be of us to her family.

Aria (She/Her) - My newest oc, she's a demon hybrid who has a found family with @z-alien-boi character. She's grieving the loss of her brother and working to let Z's character enjoy their youth - something she's never been able to do.

*When discussing Anura I will use either person!Anura or oc!Anura to indicate which one I am discussing. If I do not include the prefix, assume I am discussing oc!Anura.

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That's all the orginal characters I'm invested in at the moment, I'll try to update this as that changes. I always love talking about my ocs so please send me asks about them, and I'll try to write orginal stories for them again soon and post them here...

#anurapoda #ocs #my ocs #master post

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Hello, children of lusty void. I need to vent about censorship nonsense brewing up!

[first published as note on a fic of mine that has age gap and child marriage as the plot of romance, this here is an updated version of the author’s note for more people.]

Before the TiffnanyG election debacle, my OTP, and my fellow OTP fandom had been caught between pro-ship vs antis and the whole age gap is problematic idiocy.

Recently, I came across same problems on other fandoms where posts and accounts were created that have been exclusively targeting shippers, creators and consumers on Twitter and Instagram and Tumblr which have “problematic ship” dynamics namely characters with age gaps or have NSFW and other such things.

Look if you have faced bullying because of your ship preference, do not engage for your own mental well-being, report the account, share the account details with your fellow friends from the same ship fandom and do a mass reporting, and don't stop at that, send email to your respective social media companies and take screenshots at every step of it and keep it. In case you find no action has been taken, you can use the screenshots to make your case stronger when you re-report.

Shipping is a personal choice and no one has the right to ship-shame you, if these bullies can't distinguish between fiction and fictional characters and reality, then they are definitely in need of classes on critical reading and thinking. Please read this to understand what Proship means!

Fandom is meant to be a safe space you curate by your own choice where people with similar interest communicate, create, collaborate and fiction is the best way to explore one's ideas; sometimes those ideas can be cringy, problematic, vile or outright scary and that's okay and that’s why Dead Dove: Do Not Eat exists. Because we are channelling our ideas, thoughts and traumas and curiosities and thriving towards a path of self awareness with help of our fan art, fanfic, fic prompts, podfic, fmvs, amvs, animatics, songfic, character role-playing, cosplaying, writing threadfic or just engaging in speculative discussion or just vibing.

Thinking is not a crime, writing or creating creative work is not a crime. As long as you do not harm people in real life or practice the evil elements of your imagination in reality; you are fine as a person. Trust me; my mind is a wonderland of gore and angsty stories where I want characters to burn someone or declaw an animal for the story I am telling, and I have never gone and tied up a lover of mine with leather belts and poured burning liquid wax on them just because I imagined it and assumed it is a language of love, and I have many pets as well whom I will never hurt.

We should never shame shippers or fangirl, fanboys, fanperson for their OTP or headcanons, they are harming no one, if you don't like something, just ignore it!

Before ao3 existed, reading fanfics on Fanfiction dot net was playing a Russian Roulette. All the fics basically came with K, K+, T, M, MA, and it came with a warning Don’t Like it Don’t Read it! And then came the purge, overnight MA content was gone! And worse things happened, people stopped rating their insane stories! Instead of preventing people from reading triggering stuff with the rating, the rating system was used to censor people out and their work deleted!

Having Ao3’s tagging system is a privilege that has been built on years of trial and errors and loss of many stories! We are literally standing on a graveyard of purged and exiled stories! And it is a fanperson/fandom’s duty to make sure that you select your tags wisely and read the tags and story summary. Even after that, if people choose to violate the barricades put to protect them, why should the creators be blamed? [Read this]

And it is an awful and unhealthy attitude to engage with fanworks with so much hate, why would you waste your time hounding people of ships, ficwriters or fanartists you don't like? You cannot change the world with meanness. And how is sending CSEM (child sexual exploitation material) against Ao3 volunteers helping the cause of your protest?

I can understand why many of them oppose and demand content moderation, because of age difference, complicated and complex topics that need supervision and proper understanding before a person delves into them, and of course the NSFW stuff. First, they are fictional. Second, each creator changes or adds their own details in their creation.

Each writer can deal with age gap stories or any kind of topic the way they interpret it! Each artist will put their own twist to NSFW. Soulmate AUs sound loveliest, but they can be a horror story of about predestination vs free will! Yes, Soulmate AU horror story can make people uncomfortable because of the way it is written. Similarly, body possession trope can be a story of transition and self acceptance instead of presenting it as an invasion of body, or it can be written as a story of change!

Context brings clarity. Proship and Antis are by-product of same fandom. So how does these divides crop up? It is simple, people interpret things from different contextual standpoints. Many factors play role into the whole process of thought making; hence the terminology Thought Process. No two minds think the same because no two minds process the same information in the same way. Two people from the same fandom might come to a same fanfic; one for SMUT, while another comes to elongate the established emotional relation they have with the story. One can hate the fanfic for being NSFW and feel it is a corruption of their beloved story, and second others will love it for the NSFW because the OG Work didn’t have anything, and they wanted to read it. Both can be right and both can be wrong at the same time. Contextual reading/consumption is common, it is critically thinking and examining stories what makes aware brains. And by principle I am against censorship, because someone’s world view or imagined discomfort should not take away someone else’s right to express. Even if I don’t like a work of fiction, I will defend its existence. Words on paper [I mean all mediums] don’t hurt people, people hurt people.

Difference lies in how a story or art work is created, and if I had written a Soulmate AU Horror Story with tinted lenses, it definitely could be a read as a predatory story. I understand the concern about running into things that are “bad” in fiction! But not every work of fiction owes people comfort. We write the stories that we think needs to be told. Everyone has a right to be concerned, hence we think like this— “If we don’t let 10 years old into an A+ film in theatre, why should they be exposed to A+ stuff in words and artworks?”

Hence, the tags have been put up for better navigation. Hence, we have warnings and rating on Netflix screen when we turn on Squid Games. You cannot read a Mature story on Ao3 without consenting to read it. Many will argue —“But the trigger warnings and tags were not properly done.” No, you can’t expect every author to tag every possible thing that can trigger a reader. The trigger warnings are in place to give you a heads-up, a moment to understand what you are getting into, and should be used it as indication. No writer or creator wants to hurt you, we all write and create something because we love and want to share joy. How are people reacting to books in real life? Do you think Little Red Riding Hood should have a trigger warning for people with Lupophobia or Thanatophobia because Red Riding gets eaten by the wolf? And what about its rendition at the hands of Angela Carter, where beastiliy is written and printed in book form? Shape of Water has Monsterfucking, people knew about a monster from teaser, but not about the fucking. Like life, literature [including fanfics] are full of surprises, and we might not like many of them, it is part of growing up not just 16 turning 17 then 18, then 19; no you have to face shitty stuff your entire life because growing up is painful. And not liking something is a natural reaction, sometimes the dislike is overwhelming, and turns into rage and revulsion and yet you should not demand censorship!

Censorship kills creativity. If we give an inch to the voices of “but what about this and this group of people who suffered?” we open a crack to a system that is meant to preserve. The group who suffered, suffered at the hands of real physical people. A book murdered no one until it was held by a hand that saw it as a weapon, similarly reading/watching a “vile” fanfic or fanart could damage no one in real life, because there is no direct action and reaction that left consequences. Archive of Our Own is an ARCHIVE. It is meant to digitally preserve everything ever created in it, and slowly they are bringing in other fan works that are in danger of extinction as more and more people are capitalizing on the internet like it is real estate. And Ao3 was never meant to be the only fanspace! Tumblr used to be one, look what the purge did! When you implant censorship, you are pushing creators who are already marginalized to the extremes end of the internet. As Kis aka blow_me_a_kiss on Twitter said, Ao3 is not a business that needs a manager for people to complain about every time they run into things that don’t align with certain world views, it is a collective. This is how things and institutes and systems are meant to run publicly! You have to learn to curate your own reading/entertainment lists, and you really can’t appreciate the good without having your face slammed by the bad. Why should you or anyone need a pre-formed judgement about things they consume; reviews, kudos, comments, praises are all there to show what people felt after coming in contact with a creation, it is not a universally common experience! Hence, some people love Inception and hail it as masterpiece, while some people like me find it very basic storytelling. You have to have learn to face the bad! You must. Censorship is not about protecting the vulnerable! It never was, censorship has always been about exercising power over the vulnerable one. It takes a lot of courage and time for creators to present their beloved works to the world. Remember what happened to Isabal Fall? All she did was write a story, and people’s inbuilt fears and apprehensiveness turned into bullying which they projected on her, and she was forced to out herself! The same happened to Becky Albertalli author of Simon Vs The Homo Sapien Agenda.

I request you all not to engage with so much hate, I have been shipper/fanperson since I was 13 and been active on internet since 18! I began working on fics when my first ship was a rare pair, I am 29 today, and it is one of the biggest ships; biggest queer ships in my fandom!

Because of this OTP, I have made many friends and read amazing fictions and seen glorious fanarts and doujinshi and watch cosplayers do beautiful concept photography.

Please do not be mean and rude and do not bully people because you don't like something.

Death threats are not cool, they hurt, and can suck away a joy of participation from people. Even if the account you are bullying has an anime/manga image with no real name, there is a real person behind the screen.

Be kind.

Be fucking aggressively kind!

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