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worriedvision · 3 months

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Fatherly Headcanons: Wriothesley, Dr Ratio and Heizou.

So I've chucked in Heizou to this because I think the idea of that man having kids is hilarious and the other two are too serious in terms of thoughts lol! Mentions of pregnancy here, reader has biologically had the kids.

If you want one where the kids are adopted, please let me know! Heiziou calls reader 'mommy', but there's no actual kink stuff otherwise!

Wriothesley:

-When you had told him you were pregnant with your first child, you braced yourself for him dumping you on the spot or asking for you to get rid of the child.

-To your surprise, he held back his excitement when asking how long it was, your plans, everything. He wouldn't be able to leave the fortress, but he was already thinking of the best child-friendly room that your child could stay in.

-You decide to keep the child, to Wriothesley's excitement brimming as he twirls you around and kisses you.

-As a dad, he's not the dad who's strict. It's not that he doesn't want discipline - it's that he knows you'll be the one telling off the kids when they've really been rude.

-When the child is a baby, Wriothesley can't stop smiling as he looks at this child - so proud that he has a family despite his initial situation upon entering the palace.

-If your children don't listen to you, he'll warn them with a reminder that once they committed a crime worthy of sentencing, he would not be light on them.

Dr Ratio:

-news quickly spread when you had told your husband you were pregnant, to which he uncharacteristically smiled warmly as he pulled you in, holding your abdomen as he promises to be the best dad in the entire universe.

-definitely the dad that knows fine well that his child is not sick and is simply skiving off, to his child's dismay.

-similarly, he also knows when your child needs a break - which he happily calls the school to inform them he has been experiencing concerning symptoms.

-Changes when you show up with the packed lunch you prepared for him, your child with you.

-"Oh, I must have forgotten my lunch. My darling spouse, you really are the back bone of the family. And this little squirt must be happy to be part of your life, my darling." He pinches the cheeks of his child before standing back up, kissing you softly on the lips before patting your cheek. "Careful - if you aren't, we may have another on the way."

-He is his usual self with everyone else, in the way of dismissing them and wearing his constructed head when he deems it worthy.

Heizou:

-Basically like you're looking after him as well as the child.

-"Mommy, Mommy! What's for dinner!" He would exclaim, to his child's embarrassment.

-"Dad, give mom some time."

-Definitely the guy you didn't think wanted a family. When you told him you were pregnant, he surprised you - he told you that it was a sign, that you two were meant to be.

-As annoying as he was, essentially being like another child, he raked in the money with his job - moreso than usual.

-If he were to cook, there's a chance he would either nuke the entire meal or undercook it to the point you would get sick.

-If you were to have a second child, however, he would mature a bit more. Kujou Sara (a mutual friend) scolded him for being too childish after he ranted to her about you being too serious with the child (after you had cried in her arms about feeling like you were alone in the parenting process).

-After the second child, he begins to actually try - get you the snacks you're craving that he knew from the first pregnancy, take parental leave to keep your first child in check while you took some time to catch up with friends.

-He wobbled at first, but he's more responsible than most give him credit for. Depend on him - if you need more sleep, tell him and he will work his magic.

#heizou x reader #wriothesley x reader #dr ratio x reader

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24hlevi · 8 months

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— drunk walk home

nico robin (one piece) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: robin helps you back to the ship after a night spent drinking with zoro

warnings: language

wc: 1.2k

you should've known better than to drink on the island with zoro who could drink multiple bottles and hardly be tipsy whereas you drink one and you're on the floor passed out. but, he kept insisting that you needed a reliever, so you listened and went with him. the bar was decent, not a lot of people which you liked, and the drinks were better than you expected. the only downside was the fact zoro kept ordering more rounds for you both, which left you where you are now, stumbling beside him trying to find your way back to the boat.

“do you even know where we're going?” you asked the male, words slurring together as you spoke.

“not a damn clue,” zoro answered, almost falling onto you.

“hey, don't fall on me! i won't be able to drag your ass back to the boat!” you pushed him a little bit.

“are you calling me fat?!” he exclaimed.

“what?! i never said that!” you retorted loudly.

“you did!”

“did not!”

“did!”

“not!”

you pushed zoro again, except this time, you lost your balance in the process and was about to fall face first into the ground until you didn't. you were waiting for the impact that never came, and at first you thought somehow, zoro caught you. but, when you looked up to see who actually did, a smile instantly pulled at your lips.

“robin! you saved me!” you said happily.

“haven't i told you to not go drinking with zoro when we reach an island?” robin asked, pulling you back up to your feet.

“oh it's just one time! i’m completely fine! right zoro?” you responded, turning to look at zoro who was now gone.

“you could hurt yourself, you know,” robin told you.

“but thankfully you were here to save me!” you smiled still, stumbling over your own feet while trying to remain standing still.

one of robin’s hands moved to your waist to steady you in place, noticing your stumbles as she shook her head, “let's head back to the ship,” she said.

“aw fine,” you pouted, starting to walk only to stumble around again.

robin caught you, again, and pulled you closer to her with one of her hands so she could make sure you wouldn't fall. you looked up at her as she led you back to the boat, smiling.

“i’m so glad you stuck around,” you told her randomly.

robin looked down at you with confusion, “what do you mean?” she asked.

“i mean i’m glad you decided to stay with us. i know we can be a handful, but i’m happy you stayed,” you answered, one of your hands reaching for her other free one.

you've had a crush on robin for a while now, but never said anything out of fear despite nami constantly insisting that it would work out fine. little did you know that robin felt the same way and was also struggling with poor nami trying to convince one of you to just confess to the other.

“i’m happy i did too,” robin smiled down at you, watching you fiddle with her hand.

“have i ever told you how you're my favorite?” you said, “but don't tell sanji, he thinks he is.”

one of her eyebrows raised at your words, not being able to tell if this was the truth and was now coming to the surface because of the alcohol, or if it was strictly the alcohol in general. “am i?” she asked.

“yep!” you nodded. “you've always been my favorite since i've met you! i've never told you because of me being a coward even with nami saying that it would be fine but i couldn't! it's just- you're so pretty and i could never stand a chance so i never said anything! i mean, even zoro saw through me earlier tonight! i’m doomed!” you ranted slightly, not entirely realizing what you were saying as you looked down at her hand in yours.

robin suddenly stopped walking, her arm stopping you as well as she looked down at you. “y/n, do you have feelings for me?” she asked.

the look on your face as she asked that question was almost amusing at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights. “oh, well, uhm, i uh, well, yes,” you answered, now feeling dead sober. “oh my gosh i just fucked this up, didn't i?” you asked aloud.

“you didn't mess anything up,” robin said, both of her hands now holding your face. “i have feelings for you too, y/n.” she smiled at you.

now your face looked shocked, “you do?” you asked.

“yes,” she nodded. “i have for a while, and was also speaking with nami on the matter.”

“really?” you asked again, not believing it was true.

robin let out a chuckle and nodded again, “yes,” she told you.

there was a silence that filled around the two of you, and you looked at her with a small smile growing on your face. “can i kiss you?” you asked her.

she didn't reply, but instead leaned forward and kissed you first. your smile instantly grew as you kissed back, your hands moving to wrap around her neck when she pulled away.

“shall we head back to the ship now?” robin asked you.

“if i get to sleep in your bed with you,” you answered.

“of course,” she nodded.

“then yes! let's go back!” you said happily, pointing to the direction of the docks.

robin chuckled and held onto your hand while beginning to walk again towards the ship with you following right beside her with a bright smile on your face.

when the two of you made it back to the ship, somehow zoro found his way back and was already sleeping. nami was awake when she saw you two get on the ship, immediately seeing your hands holding onto each other and she gave a thumbs up with a small smile to robin who was taking you to her room on the boat.

you immediately laid on the bed once you saw it, still smiling lightly as robin situated herself next to you on the bed, looking over at you. you glanced over at her and rolled over onto your side, smiling at her.

“so, does this mean we're like, together now?” you asked her.

“if that's what you want, then sure,” she nodded.

“of course that's what i want,” you told her.

“then we are,” she said, kissing your forehead.

robin then turned the light off and looked back at you, “good night,”

when you didn't respond, she knew you had already fallen asleep and let out a chuckle. she pulled the blanket onto you both and rested her head on the pillow, smiling at your sleeping figure. she could hardly believe this somehow worked, but she was happy that it did. it meant neither of you would have to worry and stress about the other possibly not feeling the same. and that was nice. also for nami to not have to deal with watching you two struggling the whole time. that was also nice for her.

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece imagine #op imagines #one piece scenario #op scenario #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #nico robin imagine #nico robin scenario #robin scenario #robin imagine

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avatarmerida · 1 year

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Um idk what to say about this except Hunter deserves to receive more compliments and Amity has never known how to process Willow’s taste in men

“Okay guys, just gimme like 10 minutes, okay?” Willow said, running eagerly ahead. “I just wanna check on my plants real quick. I’m sure they’re okay but I just wanna be totally sure because I-.”

“Go on, we’ll be fine!” Said Amity, seeing Willow was slowing herself down for their sake but desperately wanted to run ahead. Willow didn’t need to be told twice as she darted full speed up the stairs to her room. From the sound of it, her plants were just fine and delighted to see her. As they headed back to the Owl House, Willow’s house was on the way and when she had asked if they could make a quick pit stop Camila saw nothing wrong so long as they were quick and stayed together.

Hunter smiled at the distant sound of Willow happily greeting her plants as he looked around the living room, suddenly aware that it looked stuck in time. A few months ago it was brimming with life and light, and now it was dark and cold without Willow and her dads gracing the rooms with their love and laughter.

“Hey, what are these?” Hunter asked, turning to the dining room table which was covered in glossy brightly colored books.

“Oh, those are just some silly magazines Willow and I used to read when we’d do our homework,” said Amity as she walked in from the kitchen, the vibrant colors reminding her of a less chaotic time. “We would fill out the quizzes inside and gush about these bard coven bands and argue over who our favorite was.”

“Really? Heh.” Hunter flipped through the pages with a quizzical smirk, remembering Willow had once mentioned listening to a band once while they were messaging on penstagram back when they had first met. “Who was Willow’s favorite?”

“Take a guess.”

“Probably the most handsome one, right?” He said pointing to the obvious front man whose face was featured much more than the other members in the collection of mini posters that occupied the series of pages.

“Uh, not exactly,” said Amity, pointing to the corner to the “mysterious loner” of the group. His smile was more reserved than the others and his overall demeanor carried something... familiar.

“Him? Really?” Hunter chuckled, swearing he saw imprints of faded green lipstick stains near his photo. He wondered just how long they had been fading.

“I dunno, Willow has... unique taste.” Amity said with a shrug and slightly soured look. “We very rarely agree on things like that. I mean, she does not get Azura like at all, which just doesn’t make sense if I’m being honest, because I think...”

As Amity continued ranting, Hunter flipped through the pages and read the silly answers written in Willow’s bubbly handwriting, each ‘I’ dotted with a flower and the words twirling at the end as though they were carefully arranged vines. He treated her circled answers like a treasured artifact, admiring the little hearts and daisies she doodled in the corner of the pages. He also couldn’t help but want to take the silly quiz himself and see if their answers matched.

“...but I guess disagreeing can inspire debates. I mean, like the other day I was telling her how when I first met you I called you scrawny and that practically set her off because when she first met you she thought you were sooo cute, so obviously we don’t-.”

“She thought I was cute?” Hunter repeated, tuning back into Amity's rambling.

“Huh? Oh.” Amity’s hand sprang to her mouth, quickly realizing she should not have said that. “Uh maybe? Ya know, ha, it was so long ago, I might be misremembering. Actually, she might have been talking about a wet cat she saw on her way to school so actually-.”

“You just said you were talking about it yesterday.”

“Did I say that? You know, it was so long ago who can really remember what I said, we should-.”

“Amity, if you’re gonna make fun of me could you at least not use Willow? I don’t know why you’d think-.”

“I’m not making fun of you! I just, uh...” Amity insisted, quickly looking back at the staircase to make sure Willow wasn’t coming back yet. She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Ugh, okay listen, Willow would kill me if she knew I told you this but... do you remember before Halloween when I told you to change out of your costume?”

“Yeah?”

“She was actually really upset that I said that because she thought that you looked... handsome.”

Now THAT is a look

“Me?” Hunter asked as though there was someone else she could’ve been referring to.

DON’T listen to her.

“Yeah?” Amity replied, still unable to give a reason. “I mean, she was so mad at me for telling you to change, she threatened to summon a cactus to my bus seat before I sat down.” Amity laughed at the memory, knowing Willow was only a little serious about following through. “And she stared at the photo she took of you like the entire ride, like you were a magazine model or something.”

“She thought I looked... handsome? In my costume? Like the costume I’m wearing right now?”

“Shh! Yes, but you can’t tell her I told you,” said Amity, looking around paranoid. “I wouldn’t lie about that though, I promise.”

Hunter made his way into the living room, finding his reflection for the first time in a hall mirror. It was dusty but still he could see the difference from the last time he had seen his own face. There was a lot to process. Days ago he looked completely different and now it was though he had suddenly aged, he was tired and dirty and covered with scars.

“Do you think... she still thinks I look handsome in it?” He said, his hand tracing his newest scar. “Ya know, with how... different I look?”

“Well,” Amity started, knowing there was more within the inquiry. “She also talked about how much she liked you, ya know? The way you talk, what you talk about-

“She never mentioned my voice being... annoying?”

“No, actually,” Amity said, realizing Willow was probably the only person she had never heard refer to it in such a way, even as a joke. “Which is saying something because she used to always say that having bad eyesight made her hearing better,” Amity recalled. “I don’t know if that’s true or not but Even when you wore those hideous shoes with the holes all over them she still thought you were so cool... for some reason.”

Handsome AND cool? It seemed too good to be true.

“Does she... talk about me a lot?”

“Ya know, if you really wanna know what Willow thinks about you then you should ask her,” said Amity softly, putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “But don’t tell her you talked to me, otherwise she’ll get suspicious.”

“But has she said anything about... the way I look now?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting any more information from me!” said Amity dramatically, walking back to the kitchen table. “I’ve said too much already, if she ever found out that I said any of this I’d have more than a cactus to worry about.”

“But why wouldn’t she want me to know? Is she embarrassed?”

“Well I dunno, do you tell Willow you think she looks nice every time you think she looks nice?”

Hunter opened his mouth to offer a smug response before he realized that while he did in fact let Willow know she looked nice it was usually agreeing with someone. She would walk down to the basement to show off a new dress she had found while thrift shopping with Vee and wanted to show how nicely it complimented the cardigan Hunter had repaired for her and Hunter would be in awe of how she always managed to pick colors that brought out her eyes. He would think how lovely, how stunning, how utterly beautiful she looked but he never said these words.

Instead, Gus would usually deliver the compliment. He’d say “Wow, Willow you look great!” and then nudge Hunter in the ribs with his elbow as he’d raise an eyebrow and say “Doesn’t she Hunter?” Willow would look at him with anticipating eyes for his thoughts, but the sparkle that found her eyes with her expectations only increased the things to say, and Hunter would end up only being able to nod in agreement or mumble a simple “yes.”

Is that how he made Willow feel? How could he ever...?

“Fair point,” He cleared his throat and tried not to convey the journey his mind was on and hoping he seemed like he was totally normal about the question. “Thank you for your clarification, I shall keep the matter between us.”

“You’re not gonna act... weird about this are you?” Amity asked, fairly certain she already knew the answer.

“Me? Weird? No! W-w-why would I be weird about this?” Hunter sputtered nervously.

Oh, she definitely already knew the answer.

“Okay, well I hear her coming back so zip it,” ordered Amity. “If I wake up with a cactus in my sleeping bag, I’m taking you down with me, spaceman.”

Hunter wouldn't know how to bring it up even if he wanted to.

“Sorry it took so long,” said Willow, entering the room on a vine. “But they’re doing great, luckily the automatic water system I instilled has been working perfectly.”

“That’s great, Willow.” said Amity with a smile.

“Yeah that’s totally great!” agreed Hunter, his voice sounding panicked for no apparent reason. “Awesome! Cool! Yeah...”

“Yeah,” agreed Willow, confused by the room’s vibe. “But uh, we should probably get back to the others. I don’t want Camila to worry.”

“Oh yeah, good idea,” agreed Hunter.

“Oh, before I forget,” said Willow, pulling something off her wrist. “I found this yellow scrunchie in my room and I thought since your hair is longer again, you could use it to keep your hair out of your eyes.”

“Really?” he said, as she slipped the hair tie onto his wrist. “Thanks, Willow.”

“’Course,” she said with a smile. “It’s your color, after all. Plus we gotta make sure we can see that pretty face of yours.” She added with a wink.

“Haha yeah o-o-okay,” he said with a gulp. “I should uh, g-g-go check if the coast is clear.”

He ran ahead as Willow chucked to herself, clearly pleased with his reaction. She watched as he ran to the doorway and pulled his hair back into a ponytail and secured it with Willow’s scrunchie.

“Woah, did it just get hotter in here?” Willow whispered to Amity, a faint crimson gracing her cheeks as she watched fondly as he scanned the outside area, his pulled back hair making it easier for her to see his defined jawline. Before Amity could offer her comment on the change in temperature, Willow cut her off as she continued in a dreamy tone. “Never mind, I think it’s just Hunter. If ya know what I mean.” she added playfully, bumping Amity’s arm with her elbow.

“I really, reeeally don't,” groaned Amity as though she was in physical pain, having endured this talk for months in the human realm and now realizing that there was no end in sight. “You have got to stop saying things that to me I am begging you!” Amity pleaded.

“I’ll stop when he stops,” said Willow with a shrug, fanning herself with her hand for emphasis (half to upset Amity further and half because she was truly grateful she had found that scrunchie).

#huntlow #winter toh #willow park #hunter toh #toh #huntlow fanfiction #the owl house #amity blight

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swallowtailcherry · 1 year

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I HAVE BEEN AWAKEN FROM MY SLUMBER

Sup,long time no see

Be it on record of ragnarok or any other fandom,i love jack the ripper.So what about Jack meeting a reader(gender neutral) who is his number one fan.Going full fanboy mode while asking for an autograph or inviting him to have some tea together.He deserves some love.

Once again,english is not my first language so sorry for any mistake

Jack deserves more love ❤️

1. This kinda reminds me of Midoriya with All Might so I will take inspiration from that dynamic

2. This takes place after his fight with Heracles/Hercules

3. This is short

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Trying to find the infamous killer proved to be harder than you thought.

The place was ridiculously enormous, which obviously made it harder to find the man. It was like a maze!

You tried your best to avoid any deity you saw, hiding in any room closest to you. One deity nearly spotted you but was interrupted by another.

You walked slowly and quietly down a huge hall, bumping into a smaller body. You looked down and saw a girl with short lavender hair and green eyes. The girl turned around and froze when she saw your face.

"Do you know where that man is? The one who fought Hercules." You asked politely. To the girl, you looked like you wanted to murder. She quickly told you the exact location and took off.

"Why was she scared? Did I really look that scary?" You asked yourself. You shrugged, making your way to the room. You knocked on the doorframe, looking inside. Your eyes sparkled, clearing your throat to get his attention.

"Excuse me. May I come in?" You asked. Jack seemed a little surprised, but he nodded. You happily sat down, staring at him.

"Would you like some tea, my lady?" He asked, holding up a spare cup.

"Yes, please!" You answered that with more enthusiasm than your expected, but Jack wasn't too fazed and handed you the cup. You eagerly drank the tea, placing the cup down and turned to the man.

"I've always wanted to meet you in person! I love how fast and intelligent you are and your kills! It fills me with joy! Oh! I've heard how you leave little to no traces on your kills! How do you do that with such skill?!" You started to rant on, somehow not noticing the stunned expression on Jack's face.

No person in his life has ever shown this interest in him before. They were so cruel to him. But you...

Your interest was different. It was from admiration.

Jack saw the bright colours in you, shining just as bright as the god he fought.

"Ah! Sorry! I just really admire you. Can I get an autograph?!" That was unexpected. He never had to write any autographs before, but who was he to say no?

"Of course. I'll need-" You placed a quill pen, a small jar of ink and a familiar book.

"I kinda had a hunch." You said. Jack laughed quietly and signed the page you wanted him to sign. You waited until the ink dried up and hugged the book.

"Thank you, Sir!" You exclaimed, giving him a quick hug and walked out. You stopped at the doorframe and looked back.

"Sir, would you like to come have another cup of tea later?" You asked.

"Please, call me Jack. And yes, that'll be lovely." Jack answered. Before you could turn around, you saw a small smile on the man's face.

"I'll see you later!" You took off, squealing delightfully as the man leaned back on the chair.

"Such bright colours from a lovely lady."

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My mind was dozing off in the process 😂

#record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper x reader #snv x reader #god this was really late #I'm sorry 😔#record of ragnarok jack the ripper

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anthruser · 1 month

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Prologue: Happily Ever After

A take in Mickey's stream of consciousness in 7x11. This is a prologue to a series of chapters I'll (hopefully) be writing near the future about Mickey's life in México. This particular scene is important, and I don't think I need to explain why, as there are a lot of reasons story wise and production wise (what could've been the definitive end to Ian and Mickey). I hope I conveyed Mickey's thoughts/actions in the most In-Character way I could muster. This wouldn't be possible without the many insightful posts I read in Tumblr and the many conversations (rants!!!) I've had with two lovely people I met there. They've shaped my thought process. I hope you enjoy!

-> read full thing in AO3

-> sneak peek:

Sit.

Finish the disguise. Fix the hair. Lover sees you. Tackle automatic gear shift. Hands on the wheel. Pass by your Lover. Your eyes crystalline. Avoid your now Half's muddied green stare. It's too painful to bear. It almost looks like the dull grass around you. On the other side, too. There's too much grass. Your stubble doesn't matter. Sport it with your broken heart.

Drive.

You're leaving all behind you. All. A Half and a lifetime of stars, of dreams, of sun. The bare confession from last night is now stored in the glove compartment. Drive. Don't look back. You aren't the one now. Not anymore. You can't let Him look. Dissociate. Drive. Automatic gear shift. Automated motion.

Dissonance.

Automatic drive. Automatic. Gas pedal, automatic drive. Automated thought. Drive up the road. Get to the gate. Automated. Brain muscle memory. Focus on the straight lines. Drive straight. Look straight. Straight ahead. Automatic shift. Your brain becomes the pedal.

Look through mirrors. The rearview mirror. Figure out blind spots.

Don't look back. Only ahead. You'll crash if you don't.

Up ahead is the law. Play it cool. Build the facade.

Cops draw closer. But you don't fear them. What are you to them? A crossdresser trying to cross. A convict across the border? No, that's what you hope they don't see. Sugar them. Use your piercing blues. Or don't. Don't acknowledge them. Hope they'll let you slip to the other side. Away. Away from Pain. Away from home. Home. You're leaving your Home. But that shouldn't scare you more than the cops. Focus on the day.

Today is dry, but you need wiper blades for your eyes.

Hey, look ahead. Wipe, or you'll crash. Tears are your blind spot.

They can't see you. They can't see Mikhailo Milkovich, only Mickey.

What does your fake ID say? Do you see? A double-edged sword, your name. But what can they see? What facade can they see? The hair or your five-o'clock shadow? The bracelet or your sturdy hands? The dress or your hidden chest? When does the crimson in the clothes blend with your seething blood? You focus on the sharp grip of the wheel. Bold ink against the pallor. Drive. Automated thought.

#mickey milkovich #shameless us #shameless tv #shameless #character study #character analysis #second person pov #ian gallagher #gallavich #ian and mickey #season 7 #7.11 #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #angst #mickey in Mexico

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alex110370000 · 10 months

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Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!reader Angst to fluff

Summary:You and your boyfriend Pav have been together for some time and he has been planning on telling you his identity within the next few days, but while finishing patrol a building collapses where you were

Warnings: Close to death(no death I promise I don’t feel like bawling my eyes out) blood, sad pav :(, and I think that’s it pls tell me if I missed any

You were in class sitting next to you boyfriend while writing down the rest of the notes before the last bell rung, once it rung you and Pavitr walked out to his locker, “meet you around 6:30 at my place?” He asked, you happily agreed, “Yes of course! I’ll see you then” he gave you a hug and a quick peck on the lips before waving you bye before he went home.

On the way home his spidey senses went off so he ran to alley to quickly put on his suit. He showed up at the scene to the bad guy, trying to quickly but carefully take care of it since you guys were to hangout later.

When he was almost cleaning up he noticed a building got damaged while fighting, probably from someone hitting it with full force, bits from the top came down a bit after he noticed, he quickly went to get everyone, not noticing one person in the process, once he was away from the building he noticed someone, someone who he loved. You went to run as he did as well before bigger debris fell around you, Pav immediately dropped to his knees, his chest burning, fresh tears spilling out of his eyes and soaking his mask, his breath hitched. He didn’t know what to do it felt like a big part of him got destroyed in one go.

They police dismissed him home saying it would take a while to get all the debris, he climbed into his window and changed, he say the clock at almost 6:30 knowing he was supposed to see you today, instead he saw your last moments.

POV switch

I woke up from passing out I’m assuming from shock, I try to move but my jacket it caught.I wiggle out of it, luckily it fell around me leaving me room so I’m not crushed, I look around and find a fairly sized gap so I climb the debris and make my way out. I check my phone and notice it’s almost time to see Pav, what will I tell him abt the cuts and bruises? I got in a fight, I fell, a dog? I’ll tell him it was a fight that’s more believable I think as I make it up to his house, I knock on the door and his aunty answers, “hey I’m here to see Pav”, “oh yes he’s just upstairs in his room, come in come in.” Once my skin hit the light she noticed the cuts but before she could say anything I was already up the stairs

Pav POV

I heard footsteps but they didn’t sound like aunty, I quickly get up and crack the door to see who it is. It’s y/n- but how? I fought the urge to cry again as i swung my door open as she got up to my door, I pulled her into a tight hug, holding on as if it would be the last one I ever get. I kissed her head and let go so we can go into my room

3rd person POV?

They sat on the bed, once the light once more hit her face Pavitr noticed a cut on her cheek, not wanting her to know he was there he asked about it even though he knew. “Oh… Uhmm just a fight.” His heart sunk knowing she was lieing. “That doesn’t look like it’s from a fight but okay, as long as your safe. Does it hurt?” He asked, “not much actually it’s tolerable” you responded. He got lost in thought and tears stung his eyes thinking abt what happened the tears threatening to spi, he was brung back to reality by a hand on his cheek, “My love, are you okay? You seem upset.” He finally found the courage to tell you. “I know what happened y/n, I was there”, you have him a confused look as he got up, went to his closet and pulled out the suit. “I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while but- I’m spider man, I tried to run but I was to late, I was so scared I lost you, I’m so glad your not severely hurt” he started ranting as you sat there kinda shook, but it didn’t change how much you loved him, nor would it ever, you got up and kissed him to hush his ranting, he happily wrapped one arm around your waist and the other made it’s way in your hair on the back of your neck. You broke the kiss as pecked him on the cheek, “listen I don’t care if you’re spider man I still love you the same.” You say, he smiles and picks you up and brings u to his bed so you guys can wind down and cuddle and watch movies, while enjoying each other’s company.

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Hey sorry this was kinda rushed but I hope you like it

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv pavitr #astv #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr my beloved #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr x you

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aubreysheadspace · 4 days

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Hello! This is my first time requesting something like this so I’m a little bit nervous <:3 But anyway can I request the omori faraway gang (including Mari) with a partner who is just in LOVE with snakes. Like they have several snakes at home, both big and small. She knows all these facts about snakes and how to take care of them. Just a reader who absolutely loves sneks :3

MAIN CAST WITH A READER WHO LOVES SNAKES

OMG SNAKES LOOK SO COOL but I’m absolutely terrified of them honestly . THIS REQUEST IS CUTE THOUGH??? hope u enjoy ! (Spoiler alert: they’re all a bit afraid)

this man SUNNY has definitely never seen a snake personally, i mean he has no reason to after all, he lives in a town! either way he’s probably afraid of them without even realizing it

once he visits your room full of snakes.. he doesn’t move from his place. he’s petrified. you might need to help him walk from his spot at the front of your door.

conclusion: he’s never coming over, which sucks but hey, the man’s afraid after all. sure he had a snake give him daily allowance in his HEADSPACE, but that was in his mind!

AUBREY grew up in FARAWAY TOWN, so she also had no experience with a snake. nobody owned a pet snake until you moved into town (last time i checked). she always listened to when you spoke facts about snakes.

it was weird that you knew so much, she clearly didn’t take the hint that you probably owned one. so when she came over one day… let’s just say AUBREY saw the life flash before her eyes. (exaggeration)

conclusion: she was TERRIFIED at first, but of course you let her know your snakes weren’t venomous. at one point she even held a tiny snake in her hands, until she got too frantic and tried to shake it off. she’s also not letting them around her pet BUN-BUN at all, her bunny is not food for your snakes!

BASIL is a fond of all animals just like he is with plants, but snakes and other scarier animals are just.. scary to him. they are fun to read about.. but to actually meet one in person? he’d die from a heart attack for sure.

even thought that’s the case, he loves hearing all about your snake facts! your conversations are like a deal being made. you give snake facts, and in return basil gives you plant facts. it’s a win-win on both ends. so when he finally comes over and meets all of your snakes..

conclusion: he fainted, well almost. he tried to keep it cool but flinched at every one of them that tried to move. eventually he starts calming down and sees that they’re kinda cute! just.. just don’t ask him to feed them with a dead animal or he’ll actually pass out.

while KEL moved to FARAWAY TOWN when he was just a kid, he had grown accustomed to the town and never expected to meet any strange wild animals. if he did, he would totally go, "woah look! a cool looking bear!"

KEL loves when you rant to him about the snake facts you have up your sleeves! he thinks snakes are so cool and awesome, it’s like he doesn’t even think he’s gonna meet any..! until the day you invited him over.

conclusion: give him time to process the many snakes in your room. he’s gonna think they’re so cool! he definitely the type who goes up to one of them in their glass tank and taps the glass to say, "hey little guy!"

HERO is probably a guy who would pass out the minute he sees an wild animal roaming the streets. thankfully he never had to deal with an exotic animal in his life until.. you came along!

he’s a guy who would ask questions about the things a person is interested in, and would allow them to ramble, so of course he does it with you and your wild facts about snakes! when you asked him to come over, he doesn’t mind and happily says yes! i mean, what could go wrong?

conclusion: you might’ve just given him a new fear. spiders are still his number one enemy but snakes might be in his top 20. of course he tries to like them for your sake but.. it’s hard for him when they’re constantly making noises at him like they wanna bite him..

MARI is someone who’s a fan of regular pets like a cat than exotic ones like a snake. she doesn’t judge though, because it’s MARI after all! you can talk to her about anything and she would always listen!

so of course when you talk about snakes with her, she loves all the snake facts you bring to the table. she’ll even surprise you with a snake fact the next day, she researched it in hopes you enjoyed it! even after all this, she never expected you to actually have snakes in your house until the day she came over..

conclusion: she’s very … flinchy around your snakes at first, so you might wanna help her with that. eventually she’ll grow to love your snakes and start to think they’re adorable the more she focuses on their cute face!

#aubreysheadspace!~#aubreys writing!~#omori x reader #omori #omori sunny x reader #omori sunny #omori basil x reader #omori basil #omori hero x reader #omori hero #omori mari x reader #omori mari #omori kel x reader #omori kel #omori aubrey x reader #omori aubrey

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 9 months

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In addition to my previous "top 5 ask" this is the attached space to gush and rant about how Ghostbur is your favorite of all. 😝 Go off. I want to hear it all.

EEEEEE OH MY GOSH

REALLY?

*squeals*

I am so happy right now I keep smiling oh my goodness-

OKAY SO!!!

Gosh where do I even start oh my gosh-

Ghostbur’s just… adorable. I don’t usually call fictional characters adorable, but Ghostbur IS HE REALLY IS!!! HERE WOULD YOU LIKE AN EXAMPLE!!!

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HE TALKS IN A HIGH-PITCHED SCRATCHY VOICE AND WEARS A YELLOW SWEATER AND HIS BEST FRIEND IS A SHEEP NAMED FRIEND AND HE JUST OUGH OUGHHHH

Speaking of Friend!! Ghostbur being an animal lover is just… yes. He’s so sweet and kind and gentle to Friend and loves him dearly and takes him everywhere on a little leash, and he calls Friend his “comfort sheep” and Friend really does help calm Ghostbur down and aaaaaaah he’s like a therapy pet and it’s adorable 🥺

Ghostbur’s devotion!! To the people he loves!! Oh my gosh!! Like he literally followed Tommy to his death, and did everything he possibly could to help Tommy and make sure he was taken care of and felt loved; and the compasses!!! Aaaaaaah!!! Ghostbur gave Tommy a compass that pointed to Tommy’s best friend, and Ghostbur knew it would mean a lot to Tommy so he went through the painstaking process to make the compass and EEEEEEEEEE!!!

Oh! Exile! Can I talk about Exile? Yes, I shall.

Ghostbur was pretty much the only one who visited Tommy during Exile. The only one! And not only that, but Ghostbur stayed; he built Tommy a house, helped him make Exile a home (or as much of a home as it could be) and helped decorate and would take pictures of L’manburg and bring them back for Tommy to look at, and he helped with the beach party planning and happily offered to send invitations… like I feel like people don’t talk about this. Ghostbur helped Tommy a lot during Exile—so much so that Dream, the big bad guy of the server, saw Ghostbur as a threat and tried to kill him!!!

DREAM!!! THE BAD GUY!!! SAW GHOSTBUR AS A THREAT!!! WHY DON’T PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THIS?!!

Lots and lots of people see Ghostbur as a child, as immature, as silly or weird or pointless or something else, and while yes, Ghostbur does have very weird and very innocent and very child-like quirks, that is not his entire personality.

In actuality, Ghostbur is an incredibly cunning, smart, resourceful, thoughtful, deeply caring individual who thinks hard about things, and communicates himself in a wonderfully unique way! I really resonate with a lot of what Ghostbur says :)

So many people see Ghostbur as the “tee-hee silly ghost boy” and like… have they even watched his Doomsday stream?? Have. Have they even watched it?? Have they heard Ghostbur screaming at Phil??? Have they heard, “I know I’m forgetful, I know I’m an amnesiac, I know I’m the comic relief in all your stories but I still feel things, and I try my best to make sure no one else feels them” (said through tears, by the way)

HAVE THEY HEARD THAT??? HAVE THEY HEARD, “I sowed the seeds of peace, and yet I’m the one who pays for war”??? DID THEY HEAR ANY OF THAT???

Heck, even Phil, the one Ghostbur said all this to, merely said this: “I’m sorry. You’ll understand someday.”

LIKE WHAT THE HECK!!! STOP TREATING GHOSTBUR LIKE A CHILD AND ACTUALLY HEAR HIM OUT!!! COME ON PHIL, I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU!!!

Gosh. The misinterpretations of Ghostbur will never stop making me angry. Anyway.

Ghostbur also loooooves to read and has his own little library which yes :D :D

Ghostbur’s weird, man. He’s a strange guy. He’s dead. He burns in the rain. He loves sheep. He loves Tommy. He just OUGHHHHHABDKSBKSGSJSV

Ghostbur has such a unique personality + way of viewing the world, and I feel like this fandom really sleeps on that—which is a shame, because Ghostbur is a beautiful character!! There’s so much potential there!!

Also his determination to see the best in everyone, even if they’ve been deemed the bad guy; he saw goodness in Eret, he saw hope in Wilbur, he was even nice to Dream! He even was friends with Dream (which, he probably shouldn’t have been, because Dream did nothing but hurt him, but still wksdhwjsgwjg)!

One of my favorite quotes from Ghostbur is, “Maybe a villain is just a hero who hasn’t been convinced yet.”

LIKE !!!

Gosh. Gosh, man. I freaking love Ghostbur.

#I’ve been wanting to pull my thoughts together and actually make a coherent/focused post about him for a while #but for now I’ll settle with ramble-y screaming XD #thank you soooo much for sending this Deathy oh my gosh oh my gosh it made me so happy #I love Ghostbur :D #ask #my DSMP thoughts #ghostposting

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fuzzydreamin · 3 months

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dropping into your inbox because i'm thinking about al <3

in what ways would you say they've changed the most since you created them? in what ways are they the same?

is there anything new you've recently added to their lore?

what's their relationship with the brotherhood of steel like? how'd they meet reed?

Thank you!!!💖🥰 I shall happily rant about my blorbo under the cut~

Hmmm... Al sort of popped into my brain fairly fully formed - or at least already part-way through the process of getting cooked. I tend to rotate ideas in my head for a bit before I decide if I will keep them or not.

Like, the first time I thought about them was how the presence of the LW in my Fo4 story would impact things, which meant I had to have a fairly good idea of who they would have been before that point - mostly running off the fact that Fo3 throws a lot of crap the players way, and they're pretty young for it all, so that had to have left a lot of scars (physical and mental). I've certainly ironed things out more and fleshed out certain niches of personality and backstory, but not so much that I feel I could specifically point anything out? The broad stuff is pretty much already there, I just have to actually get to writing things down to see how they change from here. (I keep telling myself I need to replay Fo3 at some point so I can take more notes on smaller things or things that could potentially change larger things, but I have a backlog of stuff I want to work on first.)

Mostly I'd say their visual appearance has changed more, but that sits more on my ability to convey it. I've always had at least a rough idea of how they should look, but getting ideas onto a canvas is a whole ordeal, especially since I am not well practised. I need to do more general sketching and working on different face shapes. The character sheet reference I am working on is closer to how I want them to appear, but I don't know yet if I am fully happy with it. It's also the first time I am drawing her from the front, so I'm not sure how well the changes will translate (maybe I should work on a new side shot of her too)? Time will tell. Overall, I feel I have drawn their face too rounded and feminine in the past, and my first drawing of them didn't have the right skin tone. I also still need to work out scars and any other markings, like more tattoos (or any piercings), which is another thing I need to return to Fo3 for as well.

Al's relationship with the Brotherhood is definitely complicated. They were brought there by Dr Li after James died and joined up as a way to better protect Dr Li and the other scientists while they completed Project Purity - viewing her fathers death as at least partially her own fault, since she was meant to be the muscle.

They didn't know a lot about the Brotherhood really, and they weren't in a good mental state and didn't think it through very well. If asked, they wouldn't say they agreed with most of the Brotherhood's ideals - they certainly don't follow the codex. Hell, they even work with the Railroad within the Capital when called upon (not super common - they have other people for most jobs - but it happens), so their personal stance within the Commonwealth's faction war turns out the be rather conflicted from that alone (the Brotherhood/Maxson don't know she works with them).

That's all a large part of why she's a Sentinel though. After the events of the main game, with nowhere else to go, Al tried to stick with the Brotherhood for a while but it didn't really work out. Other than the general conflict of ideals, they felt trapped by the routine and mostly staying in one place and listening to orders all day. Owyn saw that they struggled and decided to make them a Sentinel shortly before his death, letting them roam and (mostly) do as they please while still being considered a member of the Brotherhood (This wasn't entirely out of good will alone, since it allowed the Brotherhood to maintain a claim over The Lone Wanderer and still call on her when they needed, rather than forcing her to stick around until she'd likely cut ties and self-exile to get away).

Even still, they have a strong connection to the faction due to them being the only solid foundation for them to fall back on during such a hard time in their life, as well as having close relationships with Owyn, Sarah, Cross, and Arthur. Al can be doggedly loyal to those they care about, and again they don't always think their actions through before taking them - they're a fighter not a diplomat. She is aware that she's like that though, and isn't a total puppet.

As for meeting Reed... Well, I've already let @bokatan know I might've begun working on something 👀 Largely inspired by this post. But, I still need to write at least a first draft and then run it by Bo before I feel I can say much more on any of that.

(Also, to add a disclaimer, all Reed/Al stuff is an alternate OC-verse kinda thing, and not part of their actual stories.)

#fuzzy.post #fuzzy.oc #oc: alberta jefferson

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justiceallianceunlimited · 10 months

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Ok Good People...here I go again with the random thoughts!

One of my favorite movies is...you guessed it Vampire in Brooklyn

But in my HUMBLE opinion the ending was crap and needs to be retconned...I'm here to retcon this MUTHA!

First and foremost...Rita feeds on Justice killing him in the process and she and Max live happily every after

so cute!....oh yeah Julius saved Nikki secretly (idiot tried to give her his blood)...well in the one doctor's office he finds a ring belonging to one of Max's ancestors and puts it on becoming Max's "brother" and he resurrects Nikki who is devoted to Julius despite her and Max's past SEXTIVITIES.

Just when they get settled this nxgga shows up talking about "Surprise Muthafka"

With his girl (the cure didn't stick)

Son?!?!?!?

and Son's GF

2,500 points if you know who this is.

Anyway the long awaited crossover, death match starts with Eric and Maximillian

wayment...wrong movie. Sorry! Anyway the match starts and these nosey dickheads show up..

So...a truce is made, the fam gets to work killing EVERY MFING MEMBER OF THE GLOW VAMP COUNCIL and they head to Rome where the 8 of them rule the vampire world. No longer a Vampire in Brooklyn, Ghoul, or vampire slayer...now THEY ARE THE UNDEFEATED COUNCIL!

End of rant...

#Musing #Musings #Vampire in Brooklyn #Fan Fic #Blade #Rant #Text

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pianostarinwonderland · 1 year

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uhhh so 🤡 this isn’t my usual post. Actually in fact, it’s not even twst related, it’s irl related. I don’t usually like to use this blog for personal matters since I really dedicate this blog to Twst (and Azul). In fact, the most personal I’ve been are either the very few rants I have or wet soppy letters to Azul and those are all still related to Twst. But I don’t really feel like I have a proper space to share this, and it’s one of those things that I feel bad for sharing in a private friend gc.

It’s a long boi so I’m keeping it under the cut. Friends, feel free to message me if you want. Followers, well the most you’ll get out of this is a long diary entry and a snippet of why I’m not as active on the blog as before lol

Anyway so this has been on my mind for a while 🤡 as in, this has been taking up a lot of my energy

I know that it’s possible to be happy without a romantic relationship. I love all the friendships I have, and my best days are always when I’m around friends. I’m learning about the hobbies and activities that make me happy, and I’ve been really thinking about how to make my life fulfilling while I don’t go too broke doing it lmfao

But God. 🤡 It still doesn’t stop me from craving a romantic relationship so badly

Mainly the reason why I don’t choose to share this in any of my friend spaces is because I expect at least one of them to say “but you can live happily with platonic relationships”. Which is true! Again, my happiest times have always been with friends and I love them. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting to love and to be loved in that special way 😭

I’ve been really :// about my love life honestly. Like, ok I was not very outgoing in high school, and I was friends with people who didn’t really care about getting a boyfriend and shit like that. It’s only very recently that I’ve been more social. So yea it definitely makes sense that I never dated anyone

But still, knowing that most of my friends are either in a relationship, in the process of getting into one, or have been in one before but broke up 🥺 it’s like.. they’ve all at least met people who felt something for them mutually. They’ve all enjoyed that romance

And part of me is a bit jealous of that. In fact, when I told friends that I’ve never dated, I’ve gotten gasps because they couldn’t believe I never dated anyone. 😂😂😂

It really doesn’t help that my two sisters have really healthy relationships. One of them, married. The other, still boyfriend and girlfriend but they get along so well. And honest to God, being surrounded by that in the household just makes me feel a bit dejected because fucking shit I want that !!!! Why don’t I have that !!!

At the same time, I don’t wanna get into a relationship for the sake of one. Honestly a big part of why I feel this way is because I don’t really have a best friend 🥹 irl speaking of course. My few besties are all online and I love them to death but God, I want irl besties too. And I want my romantic relationship to be like that too. Just us goofing off, except that I can kiss him at the end of the day.

I can feel myself breaking though in the sense that shit I might one day wake up, say fuck it, and open a Tinder just to satisfy the short term desire for a relationship. I don’t want that for myself because I want to be critical of my relationships. I don’t want a shitty friendship, so why should I want a shitty relationship?

But still I’ve had days that I woke up feeling like that. And it’s really frustrating,,

Pls I’ve also hit points during this year where I thought maybe I should just give up on my love life. The few times I’ve confessed to people, I’ve gotten rejected. One of them even ghosted me 🥲😭 and it’s taken me months to mentally recover from it because I’ve never been ghosted like that (and he was a friend too, so that sucked ass). Right now, I like two guys irl, and now I’m talking to them a bit more often as friends, but I always have that reminder at the back of my head to keep a fair distance because if not, I might jump to confess and next thing I know, I lose friends again because I got vulnerable 🥹🥹🥹

Literally, my anthem right now is Fifty Fifty’s Cupid. I know that romantic relationships are messy, and I know that friendships are already great enough. But I still desire to be loved, I desire to love. I know it’s a waiting game, but I also don’t want to just wait for it. I want to take the opportunities that I can take.

Pls it’s also so funny, I’ve been giving relationship advice and emotional support to some friends, some of which Are in a relationship. I say all my words with a smile but deep inside, I’m like god. Why am I saying all this as if I’ve ever been in a relationship. Why are people even turning to me for this help lol but ok at least i look like i know what to do in a relationship LMAO

So haha anyway LOLLLL my first and hopefully last life update on the blog, I’ll delete it who knows when. But thank you for reading if you made it to this point 😭 and don’t worry too much about me! I’ll be better for sure. Just one of those days that I’m thinking about it hehe

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Reading on your thoughts of an otome version of TWST, to be honest, I agree and I’m making a romantic fangame of TWST.

That being said, I went through like four different drafts before I settled on one that I like which is:

It’s just a dream!

A dream where everyone plays what they were inspired by in the fairytale. And when the player character wakes up, their just friends with the boys.

Otomes and romance visual novels where the love interest(s) has heavy trauma, I can never finish it. An example is Obey Me, not only does it heats up my phone, it just doesn’t sit right with me that *Spoilers*

the Mc just forgive(?) Belphagor for killing them and that he only stopped trying to kill them because they are descendant of their sister????

It’s why for my self-insert on my Obey Me blog that Obey Me!Mieka puts the brothers at a distance even as they spent time together and is only really close to the angels and Solomon. Sorry for the slight rant about Obey Me.

Oh, and the TWST boys are in their teenage years so puberty, hormones, and attending an single gendered boarding school goes not go well together at all. Drama is happening left and right, on large and small scales.

[Referencing this post!]

***CONTENT WARNING: I have put some of my response below a cut, as I will go on to briefly discuss self-harm and suicide.***

Oooh, how exciting ^^ Best of luck, and I hope that you’re having fun with the process of making it! Creating a game takes a lot of time, energy, and resources, so be sure to take proper breaks to avoid burnout.

Yeah, I think that the idea of a TWST dating sim (I’m going to avoid using the term “otome” moving forward, as that can be alienating for those that don’t identify as part of the “maiden” demographic that those games try to appeal to) could work as an “it was all just a dream” kind of thing. As I said in my original post, the main problems with “translating” TWST to a different genre is that a lot of what makes up the core and the identity of TWST (the realism of the relationships, the emphasis on friends and personal/individual character growth, and addressing darker subject matters and traumas, etc.) fundamentally clashes with the usual trappings of dating sims. In the circumstances of a dream, it’d be very possible to explore romance while softening the details of the original without necessarily erasing or overwriting the original events and characters of TWST. It’d also work really well with the “Wonderland” aspect of Twisted Wonderland--you, the player, are the “Alice” that has fallen into their “dream world”... but you’ll eventually have to wake up from that dream, just as Alice did.

I definitely think that involving heavy trauma in dating sims isn’t appealing for everyone 💦 I think part of the draw of a TWST dating sim is that people are looking forward to “bettering” the boys with their presence and helping them with their problems, but that in of itself is a double-edged sword. If it isn’t done well, it can end up sending the wrong message to the people playing and make them feel uncomfortable, like in the example you gave. Once, I played a dating sim which (in the “true” ending) the protagonist stabs themselves in order to show their suicidal love interest that if he were to take his own life, it would also harm the ones he loves (with the stabbing being the protagonist’s literal demonstration of them “hurting” from their love interest’s actions). That somehow convinces the love interest to not attempt to unalive himself again????????? And then they live happily ever after, recovering in the hospital together???????? That does NOT sit well with me. It unintentionally sends the message that it’s “okay” to harm yourself for love, and that it’s “okay” to hold your own wellbeing hostage to prevent someone else from hurting themselves (which IS guilt tripping). It can read as incredibly insensitive to those who are going through similar situations in real life, and it oversimplifies the very complex matter of managing one’s mental health. I worry that a heavy focus on the protagonist “fixing” the TWST boys can easily lean into misunderstanding their issues and oversimplifying the solutions, such as in the example I gave.

I think that inexperience and immaturity come with dating for both teenagers and adults. Age doesn’t always necessarily correlate with experience and maturity in relationships (though it’s certainly more chaotic when you factor in teenage hormones and people just trying to figure out who they are and what they want to do). I’m not going to speak on the subject of all boys boarding schools and how that could factor into this, because I don’t want to make sweeping assumptions without any knowledge on them. Suffice to say, I think the TWST boys would still be varying degrees of messes when it comes to romance 🤣 (as we’ve seen in Ghost Marriage). That’s very much what a ‘real’ relationship is! Not being perfect, but learning to address issues and to compromise with your S/O--an interpretation which I think fits the spirit of what the original TWST is: a world with magic and wacky shenanigans rooted in realism.

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #tw // self harm #tw // suicide #notes from the writing raven #spoilers

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astral-crab · 2 years

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my thoughts on the multiverse of madness movie below the cut. obviously, SPOILER WARNING. spoilers spoilers spoilers all the spoilers. SPOILERS.

overall, this movie was so disappointing. i was really hoping for better but i can’t say i’m surprised by what we got. (and i knew when stephen said, “wanda’s gone” that i wasn’t going to like the rest.) that said, it’s hard not to get your hopes up after wandavision was so fucking amazing. anyway, here are my semi-incoherent feelings about why i disliked this movie. fair warning, i’m gonna rant a lot, so if you liked the movie and just want to keep liking it in peace, this post is not for you lol. if you are also feeling sad and let down by this movie, read on.

the wanda we saw in this movie might as well have been a completely different character from the one we saw in wandavision and the prior movies. the darkhold corruption was just shorthand for “she’s evil now.” she has no agency, the darkhold is running the show. wanda maximoff was effectively erased by it.

there are ways to write villains, especially female ones, that aren’t boring and don’t remove their agency. this was not that. it was a slap in the face to anyone who loved wandavision and what it did with her character. it felt like marvel decided “oh we’ve got a female who’s too powerful now so we’re gonna make her evil and get rid of her.” because what else could they possibly do with a powerful woman amirite??????

make her do bad things for a reason. make her complicated and fucked up and horror-movie terrifying and murdery for a reason. an actual reason, not just “the darkhold made her do it.” agatha read the darkhold too. she got more substance from like a two-minute origin scene in a half-hour episode of wandavision than wanda did in this entire movie. agatha might have been corrupted by the darkhold too (idk), but she was still agatha. her personality still mattered, her backstory still mattered, and she was still making her own choices. wanda in this movie was just a two-dimensional mustache-twirling villain. she wasn’t a person.

the writers for these movies really love their heteronormative stereotypes and gender roles too. and look, like, if you don’t want to pay to have the actors for vision and pietro and wanda’s parents in the movie, that’s fine, but don’t act like they don’t exist. all the wandas in this movie cared about were her westview children. where was vision in the multiverse? you telling me he didn’t survive in a single one? what about pietro? what about her parents? why didn’t 616 wanda/scarlet witch care about them at all? vision got like one single mention in the entire movie. but noooo she’s a mom now so that’s her entire identity. news flash, it’s possible to be a mom and still care about things besides your kids! you are, in fact, still a person!!

also, how did multiverse wanda’s kids even come to exist? either a) she created them in the other multiverses the same as or in a similar manner to how she did in westview and was living happily ever after with them, or b) she got pregnant and gave birth to them non-magically. if it’s the first one, why doesn’t 616 wanda do the same thing?? she’s the scarlet freaking witch! she created vision and the boys once. why not do it again? she can study up on how to do it without enslaving a town in the process! how would that be any different/not as good as stealing her multiverse self’s kids? they’re not even the same kids she lost! she could just bring the boys back like she did with vision, only now she’s super powerful and can figure out a way to do it without creating another westview. you’re telling me that’s impossible but stealing america’s powers and killing her and traveling multiverses isn’t? at least stick a throwaway line in there saying something about how she tried other options first and failed. and if it’s the second one, whoooooo did she get pregnant with (or not, i guess)? if it was vision, how?? can he do that? where did the kids come from? where is vision or whoever their other parent might be in the multiverse? why isn’t the other parents in any of the photos in 838 wanda’s house?

another thing i didn’t like was how they handled 838 wanda. she had powers, but she barely used them until the very end. she barely even had any lines in the movie. and toward the end, when they’re in the in-between space or whatever where the book of ashanti is, the second she’s released, all 838 wanda cares about is getting back to her boys. because apparently the only thing a mother is capable of caring about are her kids? not, like, multiversal destruction or saving america’s life or helping strange fight off evil!wanda or anything. i mean, okay, i guess, that could be what 838 wanda is like, but then if that’s the case, why is she suddenly so compassionate toward evil!wanda in that cringey “they’ll be loved” (BARF) scene? evil!wanda TERRIFIED tommy and billy! she put 838 wanda through hell! 838 wanda should be all guns blazing, powers on full-blast, trying to get that woman the fuck away from her and her kids. again, you can have this scene if you give us a fucking reason for it, but the movie did not. not even close.

and you’re telling me that evil!wanda, willing to murder anyone who got in her path, willing to kill an innocent teenager to steal her powers, suddenly stops it all when 838 tommy and billy are afraid of her? that’s not how people like that work (and not how they wrote her at all in this movie up until that point). wanda wants to control literally everything. she wants to control the world and the multiverses (allegedly so she can protect tommy and billy but whatever). she’d think she could convince tommy and billy not to be afraid of her. or she’d mind-control them. or any number of other things. she wouldn’t just have one minute of them freaking out and be like “oh shit i guess i am a monster after all, never mind, i will stop my evil ways.” after killing all those other people and repeated attempted murder of america didn’t have any affect on her at all? IT MAKES NO SENSE. and no even slightly logical person would assume the boys would be fine with her replacing their real mom. did evil!wanda consider this at all? if not, why????? that makes no sense! but i guess the darkhold corruption just makes it so she’s evil whenever the plot needs her to be and then not evil when it’s time to wrap things up at the end.

so yeah, then that’s all it takes and suddenly evil!wanda decides to kill herself (presumably) and destroy all the darkholds in every multiverse? that is an extreme sudden reversal after she was willing to go to all the lengths she did. why is she suddenly capable of “good” now? i thought the darkhold corrupted her and made her evil. did she overcome its influence somehow? they sure didn’t fucking show even a hint of that. but now because it’s convenient to the plot, she’s suddenly capable of sacrifice. sure.

and if this is really the last we get of 616 wanda, i’m going to be even more pissed off. not an onscreen death, so i’m hoping she’ll be back and that she’ll be, you know, a PERSON, and not an evil cardboard cutout. i guess with the darkholds everywhere destroyed that’s possible. but uhhhh dr. strange sure seemed like he was still having some kind of darkhold-related issue during the mid-credits scene, so presumably the darkhold corruption over 616 wanda would still exist too.

other things i didn’t like:

dr. strange is boring af. he’s arrogant and full of himself, and he’s been that way from the start. i’m supposed to care that he was an asshole to christine back in the day and now he’s lonely and sad about it? too bad. that’s what happens when you treat people badly. also, fucking move on. it’s not healthy when you’re still hung up on someone like that. but the movie treats it like it’s this ~*~tragic~*~ one-that-got-away sob story. you know what, i’m so sick of media expecting us to feel bad for powerful men who behaved like assholes. hawkeye who vigilante-murdered a bunch of people gets a pass and a redemption and a life, we’re supposed to feel bad for stephen, and then wanda gets what she gets in this movie.... you’ve got to be kidding me. and dr. strange is the same person at the beginning of the movie as he was at the end. no character growth. how am i supposed to care about someone who doesn’t even change or grow as a person? who doesn’t even try? stasis = death. that’s like one of the basic rules of storytelling lol.

america can’t control her powers the whole freaking movie, then suddenly at the climax, a MAN tells her to trust herself and that she can do it, and suddenly she’s got complete and perfect control over her powers. yep, she just needed a dude to tell her she could do it. sure.

and why, now that america’s got control of her powers, did she not immediately start looking for her moms????? what the fuck is she doing at kamar-taj learning magic? why would she care? why would she need to? why would any of that be more important to her than finding her moms?????

the writing of the female superheroes in 838 was crappy. you’re really telling me captain carter and maria marvel were cool with executing 838 strange, their fellow team member, because he fucked up and did some dreamwalking, even after he stopped doing the bad stuff and helped them defeat thanos? and they’re then like, “yeah but you’re dangerous, so we’re gonna kill you.” and also you’re trying to convince me that any version of dr. strange would just be like “yeah okay that’s cool, i’ll just sit here and let you kill me and not try to fight it at all.” yeah right. gimme a break.

and if agent carter and maria marvel get to be such vastly different versions of themselves across the multiverses, why are all the multiverse wandas living the same happy domestic life with her two kids? what about x-men wanda? (i haven’t read the comics but i’ve read a few wikipedia articles about mutants and house of m and how she’s magneto’s daughter, etc.) what about multiverses where wanda’s parents didn’t die? where she never encountered the mindstone? the premise that literally every other multiverse has carbon copies of wanda and her boys living happily together is ridiculous and goes against the movie’s own logic (and i’ve only seen the movie once so maybe i’m remembering wrong, but i’m pretty sure that’s what evil!wanda said in the beginning, that literally every other version of her gets her kids).

also where were tommy and billy’s powers? they were just normal kids in this movie. they threw random objects at evil!wanda to fight her. no super speed, no mind-reading magic-y stuff? why? why are they different than they were in westview??? it’s fine if they are, but give us a friggin reason???

and why the fuck did evil!wanda need to threaten to kill people to get wong to tell her what he knew? wanda is a telepath. she is a mind-reader. she fucks with people’s memories as her primary technique. that’s her whole bag, as darcy said. she could just go into his brain and get what she wanted and be done in two seconds flat. again i say, she’s the scarlet fucking witch. given everything else she’s been doing, this would be a cakewalk for her. lazy fucking writing. and wong wouldn’t give in that easily anyway.

ultimately, this movie just felt empty of any depth. a paint-by-numbers marvel movie with a bit of a horror twist. wandavision makes me cry multiple times, across multiple episodes, every time i watch it (and i’ve watched it a lot), for a host of complex reasons. every character in it, down to the nameless background characters, feels like an actual person. i care about them deeply. but i didn’t come close to crying in this movie, or even feeling excited or satisfied or worried for anyone. it was just empty.

anyway. i was so disappointed. because you can see all the ways in which this movie could have been great. you could have a fucked-up evil wanda who is an actual person with reasons (no matter how convoluted and disturbing) for doing what she does. (for starters, look at catra from she-ra. or look at mcu agatha harkness!) there were some incredibly cool visuals happening, some creepy and fucked-up concepts, some great cameos and multiverse characters. that’s the thing that hurts the most, is that the threads of something incredible were there. but marvel gonna marvel.

and some lazy writing moments that just made me roll my eyes: america literally is like “you told wanda exactly where you’re hiding me?” and they were just like “yep, don’t worry, it’s fine” and didn’t even try to hide her somewhere else??? come on. that’s idiotic. one of your primary forms of magic is portal teleportation!! it would take you two seconds to stick her somewhere else just as a basic precaution! and wanda fucking up and saying america’s name and thus giving away that she was the one hunting her down. like. i could give that a pass if it were the only issue i had with this movie, but jesus christ. you’re just trying to make her look inept or are you lazy?

things i liked:

some of that creepy imagery. wanda’s arm shooting through the reflections like a corpse trying to rise out of the grave. the dreamwalking bit where 838 wanda sees a photo of herself turn and look at her. great creepy shit there. there’s more but i’m blanking at the moment.

america chavez as a character, generally. she could have been more developed, but the actor playing her was incredible, and she’s just super cool and she had a gay flag pin.

america chavez having two moms onscreen. could it have been better representation/did it feel a bit token-y? absolutely. but i’m happy they were there at all

the wanda/scarlet witch visuals in general. loved how creepy and horror-y it got. i don’t do outright horror, but this toed the line and was just the right amount of creepy horror without it being too much for me. (i weep for how good this aspect of the movie could have been if the writing/character development hadn’t been such trash.) also loved her creepy scary scarlet witch look and the creepy possessed-838-wanda look. i will be editing the actual events of this movie out of my mind and recreating a better version using these visuals thank you very much

loved seeing maria rambeau again, especially as a version of captain marvel. god i want an entire movie of her.

same with captain carter. fantastic costume. loved seeing her, wish she hadn’t been written so terribly. so much potential there

so yeah. i’m going to be grieving the loss that was this movie for a bit.

and for the record, any reblogs i do of gifs from this movie are not endorsements of the movie. just of wanda looking hot or america chavez being a badass. lol.

#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness spoilers #multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness spoilers #multiverse of madness review #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #spoilers #did i mention spoilers?#this is full of fucking spoilers! okay??

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dragonsrainbows · 1 year

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Ginoza Nobuchika's Birthday.

So today is the birthday of a guy who doesn't really exist but has been the focus of my journey as a queer babey-ace to well... whatever the heck I am today (affectionate).

Ginoza Nobuchika came into my life in the lockdown. His anger, his inability to understand things he couldn't control and his deep abiding loyalty all struck me right in the heart. In my fanfics, I have hc-ed him as ace, autistic and with a bunch of other states of being I live through every day. I don't care if all the stuff I write about him and dream about him is just me projecting my issues on to a fictional character. That is how it was meant to be.

Nobuchika has been with me through a lot of rough times. He has held my hand as I wept into my pillow, he has stayed by my side as I tried to figure out just who I am and he has offered me love when I couldn't understand what was wrong with me. Yes, I know this is all just me doing things for myself. It is me healing myself by becoming a partner to the Ginoza in my head that I wish the Ginoza I am in life had. And when I say partner, I don't just mean romantically. But maladaptive daydreaming has more power than most of know and Nobuchika being a figment of my imagination and Nobuchika being a real whole person who fills my life are both things that can and do co-exist.

I want to thank Fukami Makoto-sensei, Takaha Aya-sensei, Shiotani Naoyoshi-sensei, Urobuchi Gen-sensei and everyone else involved in the manga, anime, films, novels and dramas for creating Nobuchika, giving him words and thoughts and such profound humanity.

I want to thank Amano Akira-sensei for making Nobuchika look the way he does.

But most of all, I want to hug and kiss Nobuchika and wish him the happiest of birthdays. I want to tell him that things do get better. For both of us. That life is a continuous process of being and becoming and that there is love, companionship, joy, honour and comfort in it for both of us.

お誕生日おめでとう私の大切な相棒!

And since I am already on this rant-y trajectory - which in all likelihood no one will read through - I am going to include a little Psyco-Pass AU description that I never got down to writing.

Ginoza Nobuchika is the Head Caretaker of the Pandas at the Ueno Zoo. And while is he out and about doing his job providing enrichment in the panda enclosure, one Kougami Shinya and another Sugo Teppei - two random people who are in the vicinity for *reasons*, catch him dealing with panda antics and fall in love at first site. The rest of the story involves them wooing Ginoza, who has no idea why two extremely handsome gentlemen are suddenly so interested in panda-care and getting him snacks/coffee. There's obviously some misunderstandings, some perfectly harmless sabotaging of carefully planned dates and a lot of panda cuddles. In the end, the three of them live happily ever after.

Here's the video that inspired the thought. Remember to imagine Nobuchika while watching.

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じゃまたね❣

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karlyanalora · 2 years

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Let's Be Friends

Making friends used to be easy. You could be in the play place of McDonalds or Chuck E. Cheese, meet a kid, spend an hour playing, swear to be friends for life, and never meet each other again. For the first seven years of my life, I had a best friend named Hannah. It’s been over a decade since we last spoke to each other, but I still think about her sometimes, especially when her family sends my parents a Christmas card. I wonder about finding a way to reach out to her, to rekindle our friendship. But we were eight the last time we sent a letter to the other, and I know nothing of who she truly is. Who you were at eight and who you are at twenty-one are completely different beasts. To be honest, I’m too afraid.

Hannah, and the period of my childhood she represented, would be the last time I had friends for a long time.

The next four years I was happily oblivious. I thought people being polite meant they were my friends, and seeing the best in people, I failed to notice when they pushed me away. They didn’t want to be my friends, and even at the youth church activites I attended, they didn’t try to include me.

When I was twelve, we moved to be closer to family. I cried, not wanting to leave my friends so close to leaving Primary and entering Young Womens (leaving the children to have Sunday classes and activities with the teens). I didn’t realize I didn’t truly have any, just aquaintences.

The move was rough. I learned I had autism after my first experience with bullying, where those I thought would want to be my friends spurned me. I learned that friends are a broad spectrum, from folks you regularly hang out with, to those you share your more personal feelings and thoughts with, those who you always enjoy but the closeness waxses and wanes, and the very small group you can talk deeply with.

I didn’t have any of those. I had people tell me they would be my friend and change their minds. But they never told me. I had to learn that when they shut out me out of conversations on long car rides, from the sad faces of those who might have wanted to include me but weren’t ready to risk it. I cried when I finally connected the dots. I thought we were getting closer, that we might not be close, but that we were friends. But once again, she��d only been an acquaintance who was playing nice as any Christain should.

I don’t blame her. Jesus said be kind to everyone, not that you had to be friends with everyone. But he also said to be honest. It would have hurt less if she just told me she wasn’t interested in actually being friends.

I have friends now. None of them are in that uber closeness circle. Only my mom and sister are there so far, where I can talk about all my deep crazy thoughts on life, religion, and fandom. Where they open up to me too. (The perk of adulthood is that peer level with your parents now, where you can be friends for real.) I’m still looking and yearning for non-family to enter that tier of friendship with. I know it will take work, and I know my autism makes the process a bit more tumultous, but it will happen. I just have to find the right people who are ready and want all of me.

Perhaps friendship is simpler in childhood because you have less to share. Our thoughts and opinions are not all that deep or varied at five. There’s not much to weaponize or be put off by.

To be clear, I am not dissing on my friends. I care for them all, for the joy they bring to my life. For my tumblr mutuals, who hover in the realm of sharing thoughts and fics about Star Wars, who bring diverse viewpoints to my life by their reblogs and posts that occasionally expand to the real world. To my writer friends, Sara and Sable, who try to zoom once a month to talk about our latest writing projects. Who don’t judge my fanfic and love to hear me rant about it even if they’re not in the fandom and share their glorious original works with me. For the potential friends I’ve made in Pokemon Go who I probably should make the effort to get to know better.

But friendship is hard and treacherous. We don’t talk about the struggles to navigate those waters. About the gratitude for what you have but a longing for more, for a deeper connection. About the work, and how it needs to be reciprocated. About the pain of it failing, even if the other person has been nothing but nice. That “I’ll be your friend” are cheap words, because you only know if that will be true as you come to know the other person. You two might not be a good fit, but that broken promise will hurt more than if you two fall apart never having made it.

Get to know your fellow human beings. If you are interested in knowing them better, let them know and open up to them in return. Be open about how deep you want that friendship to be. Be honest, communicate, and reciprocate. But above all, give them a chance. The “let’s be friends of childhood” is the “tell me about yourself, tell me more” of today.

#friends #friendship #making friends #autism #life #maybe this only applies to my autistic experience #but I felt it should be said

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