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jadeittic · 1 year

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Hi, so if your doing wednesday request ,may I request Xavier Thorpe x wednesday twin brother please?

DEATH OF ME

XAVIER THORPE + MALE!ADDAMS TWIN!READER

In which Wednesday Addams notices that her twin brother might have developed an interest to a familiar artistic schoolmate of theirs.

WARNINGS: swearing, really shitty bcs idk how to write but here u go anyway

YN Addams was known for lots of things. Number one was being Wednesday Addams' twin brother - and being her twin brother came with its pros and cons, but it was bearable (he once almost died due to lack of oxygen due to being locked in a coffin after he dropped a colored pencil on Wednesday's bedroom floor).

Nevertheless, people would expect YN to be a lot like his sister; gothic, obsessed with death, or just to simplify; a gothic sadist.

Gothic, yes, but not too much. YN would rather be naked in public than wear anything with color. One drop of anything other than black or white in the Addams' household and you're dead. Literally.

The obsessiveness with death was up to Wednesday, that's her job. YN Addams was almost the complete opposite. Black and white clothes still make an appearance all the time, but at first glance you wouldn't even spare a thought thinking he'd be an Addams.

One thing that Wednesday dislikes about YN a lot is how he doesn't act as creepily as she does. He was...sweet. Which was weird, considering he was an Addams. YN had this open personality which was just free and happy. He also has this side where if you mess with him, or just piss him off in any way, expect a Wednesday Addams male version. And let me tell you, you do not want him to get mad at you.

And Xavier never really cared about that. Ever since the Addams twins transferred due to...past stuff in the last school, YN caught the artist's attention. He just stood out in the family, is all.

FIRST DAY AT NEVERMORE

YN sucked at navigating. Wednesday left him to check out her room with her new roommate which she dreaded to have. YN's been wandering around, trying to find the principal, or just any student at all, when his eyes spotted a boy. this boy had his hair fallen down, almost reaching his shoulders. Blazer's sleeves rolled up with a paintbrush occupying his hand. He was painting.

YN walked up to him and looked at the ladder he was on and hoped that this mysterious boy would notice his presence without him needed to say anything, which didn't work.

"Hey?" YN asks, already seeming to be losing patience in a short amount of time (something the Addams have). YN failed to notice the earbuds he had on due to his beautif-- long hair. He seemed to not see the boy underneath him, until he saw a hand appear in his sight.

Taking off his earbuds and stepping off the ladder, he looked over t the person and took a good look.

"You new here? Haven't really seen you around," he asks, eyes wandering around YN's face. His eyes, which held some sort of emotion he couldn't really place a name on. His hair, plain black, yet so beautiful, such as his clothes and eyes. His lips, placed in a natural frown- Why was he looing at his lips?

"---where they are?" He was soon pulled out of his trance when he saw the soft lips he was just staring at move. Shit, had he been caught?

"Excuse me?"

"I was asking if you know where these classes are? I just transferred here and i have absolutely no idea where anything is." God, Xavier thought he was adorable. Wait, what? Xavier Thorpe, Nevermore's sappy teenager has found an interest to another person whose name he hasn't even known yet?

Xavier saw a chance and he took it. He wanted to know more about this mystery new student in his school. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to have a school crush again, am I right?

"I could give you a tour around the school, if you'd like. I'm free in about an hour." YN wasn't sure with what his answer would be. Would it be worth it? If he'd be honest, he thinks the boy in front of him was a fairly attractive man. Mind you, we get a school tour, and a chat with him.

"Sure. YN Addams.”

“YN Addams…like the Addams family?” Xavier wasn’t trying to be rude, let alone offend YN. He was just…surprised?

YN continued to ignore his question, as he waited for his name. The name he's been wanting to know since he first talked to him.

"Oh- uhm, Xavier. My name's Xavier Thorpe." Xavier Thorpe. It had a nice ring to it, if YN would be completely honest.

"I'll wait for you, Xavier Thorpe."

Ever since then, they've been inseparable. As so would say, "Thorpe and Addams, what an unusual pair", was now old news to them. Little did they know they've been yearning for love. Love for one another.

At this point, Wednesday had noticed. The long stares at each other when one isn't looking, their seats getting closer and closer by the day, And oh god, don't even make her think about the desperate gazes at their lips. It was like she was watching some romantic show, which she hated. A lot.

Wednesday wanted to talk to YN about this, but of course, he'd be busy because he'd be 'hanging out with Xavier at his shed', and that he'd be 'making it up to you soon, just don't worry about it, yeah?'.

Now was the perfect timing. Now with Enid gone somewhere around the school, Xavier busy being in detention, YN was just hanging out with his sister. Wednesday's been writing for the past hour, and just couldn't stop herself from asking,

"Do you find Xavier Thorpe intriguing?"

Looking up from the uninteresting book yn got from his sister’s desk, to her shadowed eyes, which held interest into her brother’s answer to her question.

“What?”

“Do you like him?” there’s no way YN is going to get away without answering her question, should he tell her? Not that she’d care, but YN was just worried. Which again, might not be an Addams trait.

“Tell him.” what?

"what?” YN repeated again. Wednesday never really took anyone’s emotions to heart, constantly just ignoring them and would sooner forget them. Why was she telling him to tell Xavier?

“Go. Tell him what he needs to be told.” it was like Wednesday was begging for her brother to leave and tell Xavier. She’s been there in the ups and downs of their friendship and she’s noticed their feelings develop into something bigger. She’d never admit it, but she really does hope it works out for her brother and her… friend?

After a long moment of silence, YN stood up from his spot and headed to the door. He could no longer feel the stare of his sisters while he walked through the empty room. A moment of gratitude was shared in the silence, they both will remember that forever.

God, YN didn’t even know what he’d say. What if he makes a complete fool of himself? Would Xavier hate him after he finds out? would he still even accept YN as a fr-

Knock, knock, knock.

YN realises he’s never left the room, he was just in front of the door, completely overthinking his whole situation. YN's forgot about Wednesday being in the room, until she pointed out that someone has knocked the door.

What YN didn't expect is that Xavier was at the door, Xavier Thorp, knocking at Wednesday addams’ room door. Why?

“Oh, hey. Figured you were here, can we talk?” Xavier wants to talk? about what? Was it the same reason YN wanted to talk to him about as well?

Walking out of the room and closing the door behind, the pair refused to look at each other. It was as if they were both nervous about something. Well, YN was. And Xavier didn’t know that, neither did YN know Xavier’s been feeling nervous ever since the start of the day.

“What’s up?” YN first spoke up. Fuck, the silence was deafening. YN just wanted to tell xavier how he feels and just kiss his soft li-

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a really, really long time, and I am so fucking sure you’re going to hate me for this. I just like you, like a lot. And its not just in a platonic and friendly way, I like you romantically and I just want us to be more than what we are now. You can hate me it’s fine, I just wanted to tell you-“

“Xavier-“

“About how I feel because it’s just so hard keeping my feelings when you’re being so stupidly perfect. your stupid hair, your stupid eyes, your stupid lips that I just want to fee-“

“I like you too.”

“See? I like you too! And I just hope, I just really hope that you’d- what did you just say?”

“I like you too, Xavier Thorpe.”

Wide grins were painted on the pair’s faces. So wide their cheeks were starting to hurt, but they couldn’t care less because of what just happened.

“You do?” Xavier’s eyes were going glossy, in disbelief that this is all happening. The love of his life-YN Addams, likes him back. YN nodded sheepishly, now embarrassed that Xavier knew.

“You’re going to be the death of me, YN Addams.”

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #tyler galpin x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #enid sinclair x reader #bianca barclay x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #jadeittic

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cheesus-doodles · 2 months

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Hello, it's been a while since I visited your blog, as the end of school and the beginning of adulthood have taken up more of my time recently. Nevertheless, I'm glad to revisit your blog and see new posts. It brings back memories of the old days when I was in the tokyo revengers fandom, spending weekends reading the manga and some fanfics on tumblr.

I don't think this question has been asked before, but I've always been curious about the personality of the author. I know there are descriptions in your posts, but I'd love to hear more about it in your own words. It seems more intriguing to me.

I'm not sure when you'll read this or what time it is, but I hope you continue to be as creative as you've been. Your posts motivated me to return to writing and develop my talent in that. ♡︎

hello again anon! welcome back to this little corner of the internet, I'm glad to you thought of here enough to return ^^ ahh the transition from school to workplace is definitely not easy, remember to be kind to yourself! super nice ask, yes I most definitely will keep writing as and when I have time, and I'm super happy to hear that my rants into the abyss have motivated you :) take care of yourself anon!

Also if I'm interpreting this correctly, I think you're asking about the personality of the reader? Do let me know if I'm wrong though, I'll be more than happy to answer any questions you have!

Masterlist

A Friend in Me: Chapters 1 | 2‎ | 3

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I have done the personality of Boss from the Red Dragonflies AU here previously, so I'll talk more about the nameless reader from A Friend In Me/Going Home here!

I always imagined reader to be this rather socially awkward and emotionally sensitive individual, yet very friendly and easygoing person. Its not like you don't want to have friends - its not easy being the outcast in school, having to be the one looking in all the time and knowing that you weren't going to be picked for teams during physical education class, having to eat lunch alone. Not because the rest of your classmates and schoolmates hate you per se(before the arrival of your Toman boys and their interferrence, at least), but rather because barely anyone knows you exist.

You have never been very good at putting yourself out there despite wanting to know people and make friends, and when you do, you're always nervous and anxious. And this would lead to you believing that even the mere act of reaching out to others makes you a burden. You can't quite trust others on their word even when they were happy to make friends with you, continuing to think that they're putting on an act out of sympathy for you, and at the end of the day, you're simply troubling them.

Of course your confidence increases by leaps and bounds after meeting your Toman boys and seeing that you are actually capable of being sociable and putting yourself out there, and even after the same delinquents you called friends stripped you of your newfound confidence around your schoolmates, this doesn't deter you from attempting to find your own way in the world, much to the boys' chagrin.

In general, you would also be a pretty carefree and easygoing for the most part, happy to just be included in whatever that is going on. The reader I have in my mind when writing is always up for anything that her boys suggest, and despite your rather quiet nature, your sense of adventure hasn't been lost. Be it motorcycle rides in the middle of the night, or something more gut-sinking like watching the boys spar, you never really said no. And though you said you were okay with it, the Toman founders would try never to pick a fight in front of you - god only knows how you would react and they wouldn't want to have to deal with that.

Most definitely an easily manipulated person, you rely heavily on the emotions of the people around you to try and tell if you are being a good friend and if they liked you enough to keep you around. Which makes you susceptible to being influenced by the merest suggestion of unhappiness or anger at your actions, falling over yourself to correct yourself in a bid to stop that friend from leaving you. Even when you do eventually start to stand up for yourself - e.g. when you have someone to defend - enough pressure usually can still get you to fold like a wet paper towel, and it would be interesting to find out when you will finally draw the line.

It is pretty unfortunate that being the pushover you are is part of the reason why the yandere Toman boys like you so much (because you do whatever they want without complaint and pamper them in return for the bare minimum), so it will be a balancing game to try and prevent temper flaring; these are delinquents that you are dealing with at the end of the day, and even if they would hesitate to turn their fists directly at you, the darling of their world, everyone else around you is free real estate the moment you start misbehaving in their eyes. And boy, it'll be a matter of whether you give in first, or someone dies first.

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peppered-moths · 1 year

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this is not about revenge (or what i felt before)

"You won, right?" The sound of Martyn's voice seemingly jerks Scott awake. Martyn hadn't even noticed, caught up in his own thoughts. He mouths 'sorry' and intends to leave it at that, settling back against the hard stone wall. They had to sleep sometimes, and Martyn had graciously volunteered to watch Scott's back while he slept. It... had been a long day.

Scott sits up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He doesn't make any motion to go back to sleep, and instead eyes him. His expression is unreadable.

"Yeah? I- I mean, you were there, right? Watched me get struck down, all that?" He waves a hand in the air aimlessly.

"I just- I want to know what it's like." Martyn says softly. The whispers still ring in his ears. He wonders, if he won, if they'd stop.

Scott frowns down at him, one newly sprouted yellow fin flicking. "Seriously, Martyn, what's this about? You can't be that confident already- you were just talking earlier about how bad your armor was."

He hesitates. How does he explain it? Explain Them?

"Just- did you see anything? Afterwards."

Scott's expression freezes, stuck between shock and confusion and a little bit of fear-

"You have!" Martyn shoots up, ignoring protesting wounds. He reaches over, takes Scott's hands. "You saw Them, didn't you?"

"I- don't- how did you- how did you know?" Scott sucks in a sharp breath, mouth tugged downwards. "Grian said. He said- it was only supposed to be the winners." Huh. That makes... a surprising amount of sense.

"I hear them," he breathes, locking eyes with Scott. "I always hear them. It's... quiet, usually, but sometimes-" He swallows, looks down. "I heard them after you died." After I killed you.

"Okay." Scott nods, forced calm on his face. "I'll pretend like that's completely normal and not at all worrying." His voice pitches upward as he speaks. "Um. Do I need to be worried?"

Well, I think They told me to kill you. And I don't think last time counts.

"No," he says instead. "Not really. It was just... indecipherable nonsense. As usual." Scott's still tense, but his hands relax slightly in Martyn's grip, and he feels slightly bad for lying. And then he realizes he's holding Scott's hands, and immediately lets go.

Scott blinks at him as he steps away, and then down at his own hands, dotted here and there with dark blue scales. He doesn't seem notice how flustered Martyn is all of a sudden, and he thanks any gods but his own for that. He's not sure why he's flustered in the first place, because that's something to unpack another day!

"I don't think I've said thank you yet." Martyn's eyes snap back to Scott. "For killing me," the other man clarifies, which is... something Martyn hasn't heard in a while.

"Well. It wasn't like I was having a lot of fun either."

"Mmm." Scott's only half-listening, he can tell, clearly turning something over in his mind. He waits patiently.

"You- hm. You don't do that very often." Scott looks at him directly, and for a moment all Martyn can imagine is a red brand across his throat. It's a stupid idea, of course. He had stabbed him through the heart.

"No," he agrees. "I don't." Suddenly all he can think about is how alone they are, in their threadbare cave under the ocean. How suddenly vulnerable this feels. He hasn't- he doesn't-

"I guess I'm trying to ask if it means something," Scott says carefully, watching Martyn like he's about to run, "or if I'm reading too far into it."

And that sends Martyn reeling. All he can do is stare at Scott, mind scrambling to form something cohesive.

In the end, all he can get out is "What about Jimmy?"

Scott's face twists sharply, a wave of emotions playing over his features, and Martyn knows he's said the wrong thing. But Scott just clasps his hands in his lap, twisting them tightly together, and looks back up at him.

"What about him?"

"Well- aren't you two..." Fated. Destined. Martyn waves his hand to illustrate his point.

"You didn't see his face today," Scott whispers after a moment, voice cracking for a moment. "When he was chasing me. It was- that was hunger, Martyn. He was going to do anything to kill me. I-" Scott stops. Takes a deep breath. "He wasn't- isn't the same Jimmy I fell in love with."

Martyn sits next to him on the bed, hands awkwardly hovering close to the other. Scott seems like he's about to cry. He looks at Martyn again, something simultaneously piercing and vulnerable.

"You're avoiding the question."

"What?"

Scott scrubs a hand over his head, messing up his already rumpled hair. "I asked if it meant something." Martyn is silent again; not struck-dumb silence, but instead reaching for an answer he isn't sure he knows.

"I remind you of him." Everything reminds me of him. It's still not an answer. Ren had been the world, and then, just like that, he wasn't. It still aches.

"That's not fair. To you." he finally murmurs. Scott just looks at him with clear yellow eyes. He wonders what red will look like on him.

"No, it's not," he agrees. "It's not fair for you to pretend I'm Ren. But that's not what I'm asking." He shifts closer, gesturing for Martyn to turn so they're both facing each other. "I'm asking if it meant something. Beyond Ren, beyond Red Winter, beyond Third Life."

Martyn sits there. He remembers sinking his sword between Scott's fourth and fifth ribs. His first thought had been you're safe now. Like it was nothing. Like he's ever been able to keep anyone safe.

Scott must see the struggle in his face. He takes one of Martyn's hands, squeezing it in his own. It feels... safe.

"It's- just- I- don't you ever believe in fate? Destiny, soulmates, whatever you want to call it."

Scott turns his head, considering. "Well, we've already tried the soulmate thing, and look at how that ended." The small smile fades from his lips. "I think if I'm destined to be with Jimmy, I wouldn't feel the way I do about him. I wouldn't feel the way I feel about you."

That makes Martyn flush, turning his face surreptitiously away so Scott can't see it. "I wish I could escape fate," he admits. "But I hear Them every time. It's- it's like They know, every single time. Like it's predestined."

"Well, try doing something They'd never expect," Scott suggests, half-jokingly. It actually makes him laugh.

"Yeah? What do you propose?" Scott's mouth curves in a wicked smile, and he leans closer to Martyn, until they're almost nose to nose.

"Well," he murmurs, sing-song. He places one hand on Martyn's cheek. "I was thinking something like this." He leans in closer, slowly, giving Martyn plenty of time to back off, to say no thanks if he wants to. He doesn't take the opportunity.

He meets Scott right in the middle. The kiss is driving, fierce. It's nothing like the way Ren used to kiss Martyn, like he was fragile, something easily broken, needing to be protected. He doesn't really want Scott to kiss like Ren anyways, he realizes.

They break apart after a moment, Martyn half-dazed. Scott runs a finger over his bottom lip absently, and he can't help but trace it with his eyes. Scott catches him in the act, raising an eyebrow.

"Did that feel fated?"

"I'm not sure," Martyn breathes. "I think I'd have to try again."

#majorwood #limited life smp #limited life spoilers #inthelittlewood #smajor1995 #trafficshipping #traffic smp #did they fix their problems? nope!#will kissing help? definitely not!#are they going to do it anyways? YEP!#title is from this is love by the hunts btw

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mikesbasementbeets · 1 year

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to be real for a second, i think there is a moment in the show where mike has a ~realization~ of sorts about his feelings but hasn't quite put two and two together yet.... and it's this:

this realization of "hey my feelings for will are actually maybe different than my feelings for my other friends, but i'm not sure why" happens at the end of season two. and then mike spends the entirety of season three acting sort of strange and different around will while having his relationship with him constantly juxtaposed with his relationship with el. reaching the end of that season which, despite all the supernatural shit going on, took the time to focus so heavily on those two relationships (and how fundamentally different they are), and having mike have the same realization he had at the end of season two makes no sense because it would mean he accomplished absolutely nothing in his emotional arc during the course season three

especially to claim that he still believes he has feelings for el going into season 4. especially to claim he still believes he has feelings for el by the end of season 4. it's to claim that he has not made any emotional progress in his relationships for at least two full seasons, that he's been going through all of this for it to not have made any conscious impact on him, and the changes in the way he acts from s2-3 and from s3-4 aren't a product of his character developing (growing, changing, to quote hopper's letter) but rather..... ? i don't know actually. just him feeling weird but not understanding himself at all. still. it just doesn't make sense to me. he's one of the main characters of the show, and to keep him emotionally stagnant for 4 out of 5 seasons (especially when we can see that his behavior is changing, that he has not been stagnant at all but rather deeply affected by everything) would be a disservice to his character, first of all, but also a disservice to the narrative which has been showing us his (as well as the other characters') struggle with growing up and growing into himself every season. and it simply doesn't align with what we're being shown

mike is already having realizations by the end of season two. but by the end of season three, he's starting to be really honest with himself about what they mean

#i know i joke about mike being dumb sometimes but some people think he actually is so i try to do it less now lmao #sorry if it comes off rude or dismissive i just think it's a really weird takeaway after watching s3-4 that mike just still doesn't get it #what do you think is happening in his s3 arc if he's still at the exact same place he was at the end of s2? same with s4?#do you think they're saving his ENTIRE sexuality realization coming of age arc for season 5? then what's he been doing so far???#(i also may have updated feelings on when exactly he realized his feelings for will if i said snowball before.. i think there's more to it)#i also think 'it's impossible to tell until we hear it from mike's own mouth' is a bad take. personally. this is the show don't tell show #we're seeing it happen right in front of our salads. we shouldn't need mike to literally come out to understand that he's consciously #struggling with his sexuality and his feelings for will. he knows at this point. he's very very aware #anyway idk if i articulated this very well but i wanted to try to get my thoughts out #posting late so maybe no one will see it anyway lmao #mikesbasementbeets posts #beets posts

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hmshermitcraft · 8 months

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I've always been a fan of bigger people, laying their head on someone smaller chest or someone small snuggling someone bigger against their chest protectively. Which is what I imagine Grian and Doc are doing 🤔 hmmmmmm

Oh of course!

Grian is tiny in comparison to Doc. Literally like, half his size. For all that they quarrel, they are still each other's favorite cuddle buddies. Doc calls him his "teddy bird," a pet name Grian despises. He has yet to figure out a good one to use on Doc.

But there are times when Doc is feeling vulnerable, or weak, or is just beaten down by a variety of different things. Sometimes he can't get some redstone to work, sometimes his prosthetics hurt, and sometimes he just gets lonely living in the Perimeter all alone.

Grian welcomes Doc with open arms (or back) at all hours of the day, for almost any reason, but it seems like the man has become especially needy lately. He makes a teasing comment to Doc one day, and immediately regrets it as Doc shrinks in on himself. He's big scary Doc, after all, he shouldn't need comforting.

Grian is disappointed in himself that he let three days go by without checking in on Doc, especially since Doc hasn't contacted him in any way. It's unusual and, now that he's thought about it, worrying.

So he flies over to the Perimeter, to where he knows Doc usually rests and feels guilt pool in him when he sees a curled up ball of green on top of a single bed that looks far too small.

"Doc?" He calls, keeping his voice soft. His heart squeezes when Doc shoots up, rubbing at his face and staring at Grian with wide eyes.

"Grian? What are-" he pauses to try and make himself look decidedly less like a mess. "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't talked to me in three days I wanted to know if something was wrong and... And something is."

"No, nothing's wrong. I'm fine! Just taking a nap. I must have lost track of time, sorry for not reaching out."

"Doc..." Grian steps forward, easily reaching for the bed he keeps on him and setting it down next to Doc's. He doesn't lay down, though, simply sits on the edge and looks at his boyfriend. "What's wrong?"

Doc's mouth fumbles for an excuse, something to get Grian to stop worrying, but he can't lie about something like this. They had promised each other to be honest with their emotions, so neither of them got hurt. It was usually for their more active bits or plays they did, where they were enemies up against each other; Doc feels like it applies here, too.

So he tells Grian. Tells him his recent worries and troubles, slumps down against the pillows and crumpled up blankets. Grian kicks his shoes off and shuffles closer to Doc, opening his arms and allowing for his oversized creeper to crawl halfway onto his chest. Grian rubs through his hair and down his back, pressing into spots with his thumb he knows gets sore near Doc's prosthetic. He gets Doc to actually sleep, relaxed against him. Grian is going to stay by his side for a while and make sure whatever rut has hit Doc passes. He doesn't want to see him like that again.

#gridoc #hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #docm77 tag #mod 🧙#hurt/comfort #i guess???#mod wizard doesnt know how to tag

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starwarstbbfan · 9 months

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Cold - Echo one-shot

Trigger Warning: Brief mentions of wanting to end it all.

This is a Echo one-shot that goes along with my story THE RUNAWAY. Takes place when Echo is still new to the squad, even though that hasn't happened yet in my story.

I apologize for not updating for so long, life got pretty stressful and stupid mental health got bad. But I'm slowly working on the next chapter and hope to have it out soon!

For now, enjoy this little one shot that I'm actually quite proud of! I dedicate this to @violetjedisylveon for giving me the idea for this one-shot!!!!

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Echo woke with a start, expecting to be back inside the stasis chamber that had been his prison for the longest time.

He'd had another nightmare. It was one of those where waking up seemed impossible and filled with droids that poked and prodded while masked people watched, showing no emotion even when the clone cried out in distress and pain. They did nothing, and it seemed the torture would never end. And even if Echo appeared to be shouting, no noise came from him, which made everything all the more terrible.

Heart racing and body coated with sweat, Echo did his best to control his breathing and hoped beyond anything he hadn't made any noise during his tortured slumber that would alert his new teammates. Though blood pounded in his ears, Echo strained to listen from his hammock for any sounds of anyone else waking up.

Thankfully, no one seemed to be awake. Wrecker's thunderous snores most likely drowned out anything, and the raging storm outside that seemed to never stop could have as well. For once, Echo was glad for Kamino's tumultuous weather. But the gratefulness was short lived as a shiver wracked his body, the parts that were human at least.

Despite being covered in sweat, Echo was cold, but it wasn't the type that could be fixed with an extra blanket. No, unfortunately this type of cold was internal, and no amount of blankets or warm drinks could fix it. His nightmares reverted him back to when he was nothing more than a cold slab of meat inside that chamber. He didn't remember much during that time, but one thing he was able to was the freezing subzero temperature.

When he woke up from the nightmares, he'd feel that same coldness again, how that was possible Echo wasn't sure. Maybe the cold, unfeeling cybernetics attached to him played a part who knows. Right now he wanted to rip them off, only he didn't have the strength or will power to do so. It would only draw attention to himself and he didn't want to wake anyone up, or if any of them were awake and merciful to pretend to not notice Echo's distress he didn't want to cause serious concern.

His teammates weren't naive though and Echo unfortunately wasn't the only one with mental scars that would more often than not disrupt sleep. It came with the territory of being a soldier. Sure they were bred for war, but not even the Kaminoans with all their brilliant minds and technology could 100% prevent an organic being from not having some sort of side effect from the harsh battles fought.

The enhanced group of clones had an unspoken agreement amongst themselves. They never spoke of the nightmares. It was easier to pretend they never happened, and they were too stubborn to admit to any sort of weakness. But it was mostly due to the conditioning of the Kaminoans, and the fear of being decommissioned if they appeared to be unstable even if the slightest.

Whispers about what happened with a clone named Tup had eventually reached the Bad Batch's ears, and the prevailing opinion had been that he'd snapped from the stress. However unlikely it seemed, since clones were technically supposed to be immune from that, it still struck concern into every clone and the Bad Batch were no exception though they of course never spoke of it.

Right now, Echo feared more than the rest of them of unraveling and being deemed unfit for duty. Almost every night was filled with kriffing nightmares, being only just shy of four weeks since his rescue. He still wasn't used to his cybernetics and more than once caught himself trying to use his right hand for things before realizing that he didn't have that appendage anymore. It was equal parts frustrating and embarrassing.

Sometimes, deep down, Echo would fight the dark thoughts that wished he'd never awoken from his stasis. That at some point his body gave out from all the experimentation. Or better yet, he'd actually died in that fiery explosion at the Citadel.

Right now, engulfed in the darkness of and trapped in his own mind, Echo wanted nothing more than just some relief from all this. At the very least, he wished to feel warm- feel like a human being again. It could be in his own head but anytime he touched his skin it still felt cold to the touch.

He thought about taking a walk, but was paralyzed and couldn't bring himself to move. Right now, Echo felt, for lack of a better word, broken. Broken.... and cold.

Echo was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice a pair of sharp glowing eyes watching him from across the room, nor did he see when those eyes came over to the hammock hanging a few feet above the ground.

Echo couldn't help the startled noise that came from his throat when a furry presence suddenly appeared on his stomach. Somehow the tooka completely avoided landing on a part of his body that wasn't robotic thus not knocking the wind out of him - though it was probably on purpose now that he thought about it.

"Get off, Scruffy." Echo murmered crossly, not in the mood to deal with the cat that was definitely against regulations. It was a wonder how the Kaminoans let the squad keep him. Or perhaps they didn't know. Either way, Echo wasn't fond of animals, having dealt with more than enough wild, dangerous ones in the past.

His protest was ignored however, much to his annoyance. Little paws jabbed into his stomach, ribs, and chest as they made their way up Echo's body, and little grunts of pain escaped the clone's lips as a result.

Echo wanted to shove the tooka cat off, but feared being bitten or scratched in retaliation. Even if Scruffy was tiny, who says the cat couldn't cause severe damage? Echo blamed Rishi Moon for his fear of animals. Seeing his brothers get eaten by those Rishi eels still haunted him among everything else.

Imagine Echo’s confusion when Scruffy hopped onto his head. What was the little rat doing?

Echo winced as he felt Scruffy's claws on his bald head, and the cat seemed to be moving in circles for whatever reason. Eventually, the weight settled and Echo felt soft fur instead of paws. Next, he heard a strange sound that came from Scruffy and sent vibrations down Echo's skull. He'd heard this noise before, now that he thought about it. When one of the others would pet Scruffy, he'd make the same sounds. Calli simply had to look at the cat and he'd start doing it. Purring I think Tech called it.

Oddly enough, Echo somehow found it soothing. That, coupled with the heat radiating from the small animal, Echo's eyes started getting droopy once more. The warmth brought on by the tooka/ minature space heater was a foreign feeling.

Even after being rescued he was still surrounded by medical droids that took care of him, and somewhere along the way Echo began to see himself as one as well.

Turns out he needed the touch of another living thing to remind himself that he too was alive and human.

Maybe having this cat around wasn't such a bad thing after all.....

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Hope you liked this!!!! I liked exploring Echo's mind a little bit, and getting into the trauma he's suffered. Echo deserves all the love in the world!!!

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i-heart-hxh · 1 year

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Hi! I really liked your thoughts on your last post, and if you're willing to answer, what are your thoughts on Gon's feelings towards Killua? I do think it is requited (somewhat) and Killua's feelings are pretty clear at this point. Anyway, it probably could be Gon not realizing what he's feeling towards Killua, or the more popular interpretation of him being oblivious, or even the idea of him being on the aromantic spectrum. I think it's subtly gets lost in everything else that is happening in canon, which disappoints me sometimes because Gon is such a well written character.

Hi anon, thank you so much for asking! I love thinking about the nature of Gon's feelings for Killua, so it's nice to have a chance to talk about it from my own perspective.

The short version of where I keep ending up after thinking about it a bunch for several years now is that I think Gon does have romantic feelings for Killua, but I don't think at this point he recognizes them as such for a few different reasons.

The first is just that they're young, and I don't think he has enough context to see his feelings that way. For one, Killua is his first real friend so I think it might be hard for him to see where the line gets blurry/goes beyond friendship, and with his direct and straightforward personality he's less prone to picking apart all of his feelings than Killua. In Chimera Ant Arc, his innocence is repeatedly emphasized--he thinks going out with Mito counts as a "date," he is good at handling Palm on their date but he seems oblivious about the larger context of dating/having a relationship with someone, he doesn't get what's going on with Killua insinuating that Meruem might have a lover in his chambers, and so on. There's examples of this before CAA as well. I'm just not sure he's reached a point yet where he can distinguish what his feelings towards Killua mean exactly and how they might differ from those of a normal friendship.

I feel like because Killua's feelings become so apparent in CAA and Gon's attention gets directed away from Killua at that point due to all his trauma and pain, people are quick to discount all of Gon's affection towards Killua before that--"キルアじゃなきゃダメなんだ/It has to be Killua," from the dodgeball match in particular is a line with a lot of romantic subtext in Japanese, how hard he fights to get Killua back in the Zoldyck family arc, all the verbal affection he gives him, the fact that he's proud to have him as his friend and that he wants to show him off to Ging, it just goes on and on. Gon clearly thinks the world of Killua and trusts him above anyone else.

And sure, with Gon it's possible to read his feelings as just platonic. I personally think it goes beyond that, both from what I see in canon and my own interpretation. But I do think it's not debatable that Gon loves Killua (in whatever way you choose to see that love), and even in CAA when he's lost in the darkness, we repeatedly see that Killua is the only one who can bring him back from that. He's Gon's last lifeline and the one who means most to him. Killua sees Gon as his light, but I truly believe Killua is Gon's light, too. Even if Gon hasn't said as such like Killua has, this is conveyed metaphorically by Killua saving Gon's life while literally glowing from his electricity.

It's also worth noting that Gon doesn't see so much of what Killua has done for him and how strongly Killua feels about him. This is something we as the audience see multiple times and in multiple ways, but Killua puts up defenses constantly around Gon, deflects his affections, and hides his emotions and what he does on Gon's behalf. I don't think Gon is completely clueless because they're so attuned to each other, but he definitely doesn't have the full context either, so it's not as though he's had a chance to react to Killua's true depth of feelings for him.

Now that he's apart from Killua, this might be a point where Gon starts reflecting on and maybe piecing together how he feels about Killua. It's hard to say what will happen in canon (though I do anticipate an eventual reunion between them for reasons I'll get into in another post), but Ging's words emphasize the importance of the people who are with you on your journey, and with Killua bringing him back from the brink and then the two of them separating, this is a point where I think Gon might start pondering what kind of connection he wants to have with Killua in the future.

I could go on and on about this topic (and there's a good chance I will talk about it more), but I'll stop there for now. Thanks again for asking!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #killugon #gonkillu #gon #killua #please feel free to weigh in or ask more!#I'm making myself stop to go to bed and also if I bring up any more points in this post it might end up ridiculously long #but I'd honestly love to talk about it more <3 #my posts

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makeitastrength · 1 month

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you so much to @cfr749, @sisterofficerlucychen, @mamadoc, and @queseraone for tagging me in this! I was on vacation last week which is why it's taken me forever to answer.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

213,510

3. What fandoms do you write for?

On AO3, only The Rookie. But I used to write for Castle on ffnet

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The spaces in between

Unless it is

The (E-rated) spaces in between

Tell me you love me (without any words)

Put me back together piece by piece

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I used to be very inconsistent about this, but now I always make sure to reply to every comment because I want people to know how much I appreciate every single one

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I generally at least make sure the ending is hopeful, even if it's not completely happy. I guess the most angsty ending is either this one or this chapter

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm... most of them? But if I have to pick just one, I guess maybe this one since the whole thing is really just them being so completely in love and happy

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Luckily, no. Not in this fandom. I got quite a bit for Castle though, which is part of the reason I left that fandom behind

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do. I seem to be incapable of writing just plain old smut, though. Somehow the emotions always find their way in. So if you're looking for porn + feelings, I've got you covered

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not, and I don't think I ever will

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, once, when I wrote for Castle. Someone took it from ffnet and posted it under their own name on AO3. Luckily, someone from the fandom noticed and told me, and I was able to get the fic taken down

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a couple people translated a couple of my Castle fics back in the day

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, but @queseraone and I have an idea for one that is hopefully going to be a summer hiatus project 😊

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

For so many years it was Caskett, but I think Chenford has taken over the top spot now

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh gosh, I have so many partial ideas and little tidbits jotted down on my laptop, and I have no idea which, if any, will ever see the light of day. In theory I will some day write all of them, but I know that's not actually going to happen

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think my strengths are characterization and attention to detail

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not a very creative writer. I never have been. I'm not good at thinking up characters on my own or building my own story from scratch. But if you give me the characters and universe and all of those details, I could write about them all day

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Hmmm. I don't think I've ever done it. If I did, I'd definitely use multiple translation tools to ensure accuracy. And if I knew someone who spoke the language, I would reach out to them too

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Castle

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I've been asked this question multiple times over the past couple years, and I keep thinking someday I'll write something new that I really love and I'll be able to give a different answer. But nope. It's still this one

I think most everyone has already been tagged in this over the past week, so I'm tagging anyone who hasn't answered these questions yet but wants to!

#questions for fic writers #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #chenford

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idabbleincrazy · 5 months

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Never a Wish Better Than This Ch. 3

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Fandom: Smallville

Rating: M (E overall)

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 3021

Warnings: brief angst, kissing, pre-smut

Summary: confessions are made

A/N: still no smut, but we're getting there!

Clark's POV:

I make it to the castle in record time, even for me, but once I reach the gate, I pause. How much does he already know? How much came back from those lost seven weeks? The gate is closed, but he is expecting me; or at least hoping for my arrival. If I make my way to the room without buzzing the gate, Lex will have questions, and I don't want to ruin this with another lie, but I don't know if I can tell him the truth.

Screw it. I need to take the leap, and trust he won't let me fall. I want anything and everything he has to offer, even if it's just friendship. Even if it's a trap.

I leap over the tall gate and speed up the drive. Before I open the door, I scan the mansion. Lex is in his office, his head just visible over the top of his chair, a glass of scotch on the desk. His heartbeat has slowed since he left the farm, but not by much. There's no sign of any staff around the mansion, not even the ones who live on the grounds. Another animal thrill thrums through me, a warning against potential danger, but I ignore it as I test the doorknob. It gives under human-level torque, unlocked. I close the door quietly and speed through the sprawling estate up to the third floor. As I walk towards the door in the middle of the hallway, I scan Lex's office again. Still there, but standing now, glass empty in his hand.

Slotting the key into the lock and turning it is easy. Making that final move, not so much. I stand in front of the door, my hand on the knob, and force myself to turn it before giving into the temptation to peek through the solid oak, turning on the light.

Oh.

Okay. I'm not quite sure what I expected to find here, cages and medical tables and big hunks of Kryptonite, maybe, but definitely not this. Not a room twice the size as it was before, with expensive bedroom furniture and techy gadgets perfectly placed around the large space, and the walls decorated sparingly with movie and band posters. All of which I've expressed interest in at one point or another. Gone is the weird mobile of compressed bullets that failed to penetrate my skin, the cube sculpture of the Porsche, the dozens of pictures of me as I wound up in the middle of every freaky thing that happened in this town. I step in, leaving the door open behind me, too confused by the sight in front of me to keep track of Lex's whereabouts.

Lex's POV:

I can't believe I actually had the nerve to go through with it. Maybe all my father's training was good for something after all. Nervous energy still rushes through me, muscles tensed for a fight I hope never comes. I'll either lose him forever after tonight, or gain the one thing I thought I'd never deserve.

I know the moment he steps onto the grounds. The motion detectors set around the perimeter of the estate signal his arrival. I don't know when, exactly, he makes it into the house, or when he gets to the room, so I take my time, giving him time. To adjust, to change his mind. To freak out and storm into my office and demand answers.

I give myself five minutes. Steeling my nerves for this make or break moment. I've taken my leap, and I haven't splattered yet, but maybe I'm just still falling. Either way, there's no return from this. He hasn't stormed in yet, and he hasn't left. I can't stall forever.

Clark's POV:

I'm so caught up in inspecting the room and trying to make sense of it all, that I don't realize Lex is behind me until his hand is on my shoulder. His face, for a second, is more open than I've seen it since those first few moments on the riverbank. And then it's closed again, neutral, all sign of emotion smoothed away. My chest clenches and I realize I'd do anything to break down the wall he's put back up, crumble it to dust and make it so it could never be rebuilt. I don't want him anything but open with me. I don't want to have to keep my own walls up around him. Not anymore. I know, now, I'm not just attracted to him, I don't just want him; I love him. Oh, God. I'm in love with Lex Luthor, my best friend, the man who could so easily become my worst enemy.

"Lex…what is this?"

I expect banter, teasing, sarcasm. I don't expect a hand in mine, guiding me to the pair of chairs by the desk set up against one of the windows. He doesn't let go of my hand as we sit, facing each other, his crystal blue gaze searching.

"It's all gone now, Clark. All of it. Burnt to ash and melted down to useless clumps of steel and plastic. What I couldn't destroy completely is buried where it'll never be found." His gaze breaks, his eyes dropping to our joined hands. "I don't remember everything that happened from those weeks I lost, but I remember enough. And I'm done digging for more of your truths. What I have is more than I deserve. This room is your gift, Clark. This, and a room just like it in Metropolis. The key works for both."

Lex releases my hand and gets up to leave. After a revelation that confuses as much as it enlightens. My hand on his arm stops him.

"Why?"

"I just want to protect you, Clark." He won't meet my eyes as I stand up with him, his head dropping to look intensely at his shoes. "It's what I've always wanted, even though I keep fucking it up. Last week - your amnesia - I scared even myself with how badly I was tempted to use that to my advantage, make you tell me everything. I know you've got secrets that my father thinks are worth killing for; I think they're also worth dying for. This room…it can be your safe place, Clark. If you just need time away from your parents, away from the world, it's here. Or the one in Metropolis. This way, I can know that you're still protected, even if I can't be here to help you through whatever it is."

"So, if I felt…not quite myself…instead of commandeering your Ferrari or running away for three months to Metropolis and having to bend some rules to keep myself housed, I could come here." Lex nods his head, his face showing his uncertainty. "And, do what, exactly?"

"Whatever you want, Clark. Whatever you need. If I'm here, and you want to talk about whatever is overwhelming you, you can. You used to talk to me all the time about your life, Clark, you used to seek out my advice. I miss that. Or, if you can't talk about it, just tell me; either way, this place is here for you."

I can't really decide whether I want to blurt out the truth of what I am, or how I feel, or just speed away, back to the farm, back to where my life is reaching yet another turning point that makes the future waver so uncertainly. I'm no longer looking at Lex, but I can feel his eyes on me, and when I look back, that openness is there again.

"I'm not normal, Lex."

"I know, Clark. Neither am I. It's overrated, anyway."

"No, Lex. It's not the same." I take his hand now, and lead him, over to the bed, needing the comfort of something less sturdy than the office chairs. "I'm not one of the meteor infected. I'm…"

"Not human. I know. I remember what happened at Belle Reve. How you tried to save me, how Ian somehow used the meteor rocks to overpower you. You tore that cage off me like it was nothing. I remember the fear I felt when Ian dragged you away, when I couldn't save you; I haven't felt that scared since I was a child." Lex reaches out, his hand cupping my face, and I don't even realize the tear on my cheek until his thumb brushes it away. "You have something to do with the meteor shower all those years ago, don't you?"

"Yes. Lex, I…I'm-"

"It's okay, Clark. You don't have to tell me. It doesn't matter to me what you are, I know who you are. That's…that's who I fell in love with."

His heartbeat is loud in the silence that follows my gasp, and God, I want the last ten seconds recorded, just so I can hear it over and over again. I wasn't wrong! Those lingering looks, those flirty smirks and double entendres, I wasn't imagining it all. He loves me.

"I'm an alien, Lex." And there it is, half of my secret, finally out in the open. He takes it in impressive stride, his eyes only widening ever so slightly in the face of the truth. "My birth parents sent me here to save me…the meteor shower is the result of the destruction of my planet. And, I love you, too, Lex."

In true impulsive-Lexian fashion, that's what brings him into action. Fast enough to make me think he's suddenly gained some super-speed of his own, his lips are on mine. Kissing Lex Luthor, in reality, is so much more than anything my imagination had been capable of.

Lex's POV:

God, his lips are impossibly soft beneath mine, so warm, and everything my subconscious remembered from that first day I knew him. And so much more. Four years of waiting, of yearning, and I am not let down by the reality of it.

Clark Kent loves me. He's an alien, the last of his kind, and he loves me. Maybe I never made it off that island. Maybe I'm still there, and this moment, and the last year and a half, has all just been a fantasy concocted by dying synapses as those last few neurons fire and fizzle, my body lying in the sand, succumbing to malaria at last.

Oh, but it feels so real, his lips against mine, his hands running up my arms to grip firmly around my biceps. More real than Louis Leery ever felt, even as we were fighting to the death.

And then my brain kicks back on. The firm grip of his hands suddenly feels more like he's pushing me away, not pulling me close. And, Christ, how could I be so stupid and reckless? I break the kiss before he has the chance to, let my hand drop from his face, turn away to hide the heat I feel burning my cheeks.

"Shit. Sorry. I shouldn't…you probably didn't mean it the same way I did." And now I'm babbling. I never babble. Luthors don't babble, damn it, but I can't make myself shut up, don't want to give him the silence needed for him to curse me in disgust and run away. "I'm sorry, Clark. You love Lana that way…you meant…like a brother, not…"

My rambling is stifled by his lips on mine again, his tongue tracing over my top lip, over the only scar that's never faded away, before licking its way inside. He pulls me against him as I let out a soft moan. I don't even realize I'm straddling him, my hands pushing into his thick, dark hair, until he breaks the kiss, both of us breathless and panting.

"So…not as straight as I feared you were, then?"

And there's that too-fucking-cute blush again.

"Not so much, no."

I hate to ask it, but I have to; never let it be said that we Luthors aren't as masochistic as we are sadistic.

"What about Lana?"

"I don't love her that way, not anymore. Not for a long time now, if I'm being honest with myself."

"When…?"

Clark's POV:

Lex watches me curiously as I hesitate, my brain trying to catch up with everything that's happened in the last few minutes. It's surprising that he's as calm as he is, temporary misunderstanding aside, considering I've just told him my secret. Maybe it hasn't really sunk in yet? Or, maybe, he's suspected I was more than just meteor infected even before the memories came back and I merely confirmed it as fact. It's hard to wonder about it all just now, with his slim, hard body in my lap, close enough to feel that he's as hard as I am, his blue eyes darkening even as he stares at me, waiting.

"It happened in increments, really, since that day on the bridge. Which, by the way…you did hit me."

"Uh-huh." Is Lex such a wordsmith with all his lovers? It's kinda endearing, actually, that the usual sharp, collected Luthor demeanor seems to go right out the window after a few - wonderful, mind-blowing - kisses. "God, Clark…all this time?"

"It took some time to understand what I was feeling, to accept it, but yeah…I've wanted you, on at least some level, for the past four years. I didn't really get that it was a sexual want, at first, not until Desiree."

Lex seems to snap out of his little mental fog at that, a sly smirk slowly twisting his lips.

"So, you were jealous. I just thought she had you under her spell, too."

"I've been jealous of them all, Lex. Even Victoria. They took your attention away from me, your time. But when I saw you with Desiree…I mean, she even had the same eyes as me! It confused me. It made me feel things…made me realize how much I wanted you to look at me with that much passion."

"I do, Clark. You're just always looking the other way when I do it. That's the only time I allowed it."

"I'm not looking away now." And, God, the smirk is gone, and he's giving me that look. The look I've dreamt of so many times. "Yeah, that look. Jesus, Lex, I've wanted you for so long."

"I've wanted you too, Clark. Since you saved me. God, I wanted to take you, there and then. But, then I found out you were young, so fucking young. I hated myself for what I felt, but I couldn't make the need go away. So settled for your friendship, Clark, but it became an obsession. This room…I felt like it was the only way I could have some part of you that no one else did. And it almost ruined us…I'm so sorry, Clark."

That look has simmered away, his eyes turning pained again. I can't let that keep hovering between us.

"Lex, stop. I understand, and I accept your apology for it all. Look at what you've given me." I gesture around the room, and then at him, hoping he'll get where I'm leading him. "You did this, without knowing how I feel about you, just because you love me, and didn't want to lose me. How can I not get that?"

Thank God, the pain is leaving his gaze now, and his hands resume their tentative play in my hair. I want to take this further, but feel we should at least try to clear the air about the past some more.

"Aren't you at all startled by what I am? I mean, most people don't find out their best friend's an alien and immediately start sucking face with them."

His laugh is loud in the spacious room, and more real than I've heard from him in a long time. I can't help but chuckle in response, 'cause honestly, it is a bizarre occurrence, even for Smallville. Like, tabloid bizarre.

"I'm sitting in the lap of the young man I love, who loves me, after four years of fantasies, Clark. Unless there's some anatomical aberration I need to be aware of?" I shake my head, horrified. What does he think, that I have, like, tentacles, or something? " Then, I think the 'my best friend's an alien' talk can wait till tomorrow; and hopefully will be more of the 'my boyfriend's an alien' variety."

I can't help the gasp that escapes my lips.

"Boyfriend?"

"Four years, Clark. You don't think constantly about someone for four years to leave it as just a one-night stand."

"Y'know, you could've had me two years ago, this is Kansas. Age of consent is sixteen."

"Not sure that would've mattered to Jonathan's shotgun. Besides, you've always seemed so intent on getting with Lana…"

"Only because I thought I couldn't have you. And then there was Helen, and…everything, and it just seemed easier to just keep things how they were."

"So, I guess we've got two years to make up for then."

And, oh Christ, his lips are on mine again, so sure and knowledgeable, reawakening the erection that had begun to recede during our talking. God, I hope Kryptonian men don't get blue balls.

"Fuck, Clark," Lex's voice is a husky whisper against my lips, sending a thrill of pleasure down my spine as his tongue flicks briefly into my mouth. "Want you. So much."

Succinct-Lex is back, and I have to let out a moan at the power I feel at being able to reduce someone like him, someone always so in control of himself, to this. And those lips, when they slide over mine again…nothing compared. No fantasy could have captured the way Lex tastes, that slight tang from the scotch he'd had earlier, that wet warmth as his tongue slid over mine, teasing it into a dance I never wanted to end. I've never been kissed like this, even during that lost summer. Like he can never get enough, like it's the only thing keeping him from dying again. Maybe the love makes it different, maybe it's just Lex, but no one will ever be able to kiss me, and make me feel like this.

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charonyx · 3 months

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Crowley braninrot mess (not coherent) (all over the place)

Just to get thoughts out of the way, I want to analyze the Crowley card because this is definitely BIG (and I hope the rest of the staff may get their cards too). Fair warning, this is all speculation, theories and just whatever my brain is spilling out

So, THIS

My first thoughts were "Oh my gosh, really????", then I started to consider what this meant for the story, as in, why release his card NOW? Yes, this is an event card, but this is the first staff card and well this makes me suspicious of him coming into the main story. I mean, of course, he'd have to intervene somehow considering the suspicious smile he gives in the opening (which reminds me of Malleus' smile, but not getting into that, more people have analyzed that probably)

Anyway, his role will be made apparent, but I can't think of a way he'd organically waltz into Chapter 7 and become important right now. Which is why the Crowley = Levan theory would make sense where it would be this emotional meet up of a biological father that Malleus has never known and Lilia would have to deal with the fact someone he long thought was dead is right now playing the role of a goofy headmage. The thing though, is that I have a feeling that isn't where the story is going. Do I think they have something that's connecting them together? Yes, but there's something I can't quite explain that's preventing me from fully accepting the theory. Imma just try to write out (more) thoughts and try to digest my stance on things.

So, Malleus' conflicting thoughts on knowing his biological dad is alive, yet considering Lilia his real father since HE'S the one who took care of him, HE'S the one who had suffered hatred and rebuke trying to raise him and honor Meleanor's wish, spicy stuff.

Lilia's thoughts and emotional rollercoaster of knowing that one of his best buddies/Meleanor's partner/whatever relationship they had, is alive and hasn't considered contacting him, to reach out after grieving for his loss. Also spicy.

But also

The fakeout of a parent death. Many pieces of media do it, but I don't know if it feels right that Malleus gets to have a parent be fine and alive unless they make it tragic like Crowley has amnesia and doesn't remember anything about his past yet he has some sense of determination to keep going and find stuff out even if he's not sure why. THAT would be something.

There could also be a turnaround where Levan, a kind soul, fell into grief after his wife's death and has been trying to get her back/get her soul? that he places all his energy on that and places on an incompetent and silly act. As for his feelings for Malleus, there are multiple options. He either doesn't care for him, only cares for Meleanor and doesn't pay attention to him. This doesn't seem likely to be in Levan's character from what little we hear of how he was, even if he was suffering from heartrending grief. It could also be that he somehow knew Lilia, Baul and Maleficia were caring for him and he was certain his son was in good hands so he focused on other things (idk I'm just pointing stuff out). Could also be he thought his son died with Meleanor since he was out who knows where as a diplomat and got lost/captured/something that impeded his return (paralleling how Maleficient's plan for prince Phillip was to lock him up for 100 years and later release him once he's old and frail to save princess Aurora?). So, he never knew about Malleus' existence, never went back to Briar Valley and one day found his way to NRC where he later became headmage. And, seeing Malleus in his first year look identical to his late wife, he feels heartstricken to know his son survived and he had lost many important years in his development, so he would feel no connection to his biological father. Knowing that, he decides not to interfere, what would Malleus think of a father who was never there? A stranger claiming to be his father, yet feels his son would never accept him into his heart. It's too late.

While this could be in line with Levan's personality, it does seem a bit fanficy, especially the part I added with him seeing Malleus enter NRC. But this is speculation! So YEEHAW!

Now, how would Lilia, someone who spent so many decades with Levan, not recognize him right now? The only explanation I can think of would be he either 1) has a totally distinct personality that Lilia wouldn't even consider him at all, even if the hair color seems to be similar to Malleus' or 2) he's using glamour (although TWST hasn't shown people using glamour, it's a possibility) that would make it so Lilia doesn't recognize him

Also, his cane saying "RAVEN" is real interesting since it could be for NRC or his name being similar. Wild theory, but I feel like someone gifted him his cane, I don't think he was the one that engraved Raven onto it, at least, that's considering the latter option of it being his name.

I don't know, every time I try to think of Crowley's deal, thoughts keep popping up due to the possibilities of what he COULD be.

Anyways, this wasn't a concrete post or some genius "I'VE CRACKED THE CODE!!!". Just brainworms and thoughts I had to write out and make myself accept what I consider to narrow down future events. But TWST could throw a curveball, completely blindside me and I'll be gobsmacked. Who knows!

#twisted wonderland jp card spoilers #twisted wonderland chapter 7 jp spoilers #dire crowley theory #mostly mish-mash of ideas #NOT concise #dire crowley is malleus' dad theory? I guess?#this has made me accept the theory a bit more considering the ways the story could take it #but not ride or die yet #idk bird man be mysterious #can't wait for his groovy #maybe more clues to what may be going on #ALSO HIS VIGNETTE #gosh I never thought I'd have Crowley brainrot #yet here we are #happy new year

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the-way-of-words · 1 year

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It's Like A Chemical Burn

Noah Sebastian x Holly(ofc), Nick Ruffilo

Content Warnings: angst, masturbation, thoughts of infidelity

Contains sexual situaions with fictionalized versions of real people. This isn't real. Don't like? Hit that back button.

Part of the PolyVerse // MasterList

He can't quite put a name to whatever it is he's feeling at the moment, it's not jealousy, not really. Longing maybe, but he doesn't think it's that deep… yet. All Nick knows is there's an unnamed emotion swirling in his gut and it only grows the more he sees them together.

They're in South Carolina, which is close enough to home that Holly made the drive to see the show. Make a weekend out of it, she said, since they have an off day before getting back on the road. Not that she told him this. No, that was Noah after he let him know he'd be gone for a bit after the show. Nick tries not to dwell on how much that stung.

Things between him and Holly have been… strained since he started seeing Lys. At first things were fine until Lys found out that until recently the two of them were hooking up. She wasn't super upset, just asked if they could put some space between them for a bit. But it's hard; somehow Holly had wormed her way inside him, wedging herself into the space right beside Noah. She said she understood, but he can tell it's hit her hard too.

It's not just the sex he misses, but he'd be lying if he says that's not what he's thinking about right now. Noah disappeared after soundcheck, coming back after forty-five minutes with a flushed and breathless Holly. His mouth dries a little at the sight of her; black jeans that hug all the right places with an old band shirt that he's pretty sure used to be his, cut into a tank top, battered chucks on her feet. The flush on her face is easy to recognize, having caused it plenty of times. Noah, however, just looks pleased as punch.

As much as he tries not to think about what the two of them could have gotten up to while he was gone, Nick wonders if he'd be able to taste Holly on Noah's fingers. That particular thought gets shoved back into a dark corner of his mind. They still have a show to do, and he'd prefer not to be irritated and horny the entire time. He knows they've gotten closer in the past few months and it's easy to see. Noah stays within reach while Holly talks with the rest of the guys. Not overbearingly so, but just enough to where they brush against each other as they move. It strikes him that this is probably what Noah saw between the two of them that night.

The realization hurts, especially when they do nothing but stare at each other awkwardly until he breaks the ice. "Hey stranger. Didn't know you'd be here."

"Yeah, Noah said I had a ticket if I was free this weekend… So I figured, why not?" She says it simply, like it's normal that Noah would be the one offering her a ticket… and maybe it is now. Everything seems different these days.

"I'm glad you came. It's good to see you." He says, hoping she can hear the sincerity in voice.

She must, because something in her softens, the corners of her mouth curving up in a small smile, "It's good to see you too… c'mon, give me a hug."

Nick laughs as he pulls her in and he may squeeze a little too tight before letting her go, but she says nothing.

Despite his feelings earlier, the show actually goes well, it's fun, full of energy and he could catch glimpses of Holly where she posted up. It's almost easy to forget what the actual situation is, pretend things are normal between them. Until after everything's done and they can relax, Nick tries to find her and all he gets is the sight of her and Noah walking to her car. They're laughing when she pushes at him and he watches long enough to see Noah take her arm, using it to pull her body to his and kiss her.

The buzzing of his phone pulls his attention and he's thankful for it until he sees that it's Lys. It feels as if a rock has settled itself into the pit of his stomach; he hasn't thought about her at all tonight; too wrapped up in thoughts of him and Holly, of Holly and Noah.

"Hey Lys…"

They talk, but it's barely more than half-hearted replies on his part. She knows something is up; he doesn’t think he’s ever been this distracted when they’ve been on the phone, but when she asks, all he gives her is some bullshit excuse of being tired. Something similar to guilt eats at him when he feels nothing but relief when they hang up, a promise to call her tomorrow still fresh on his tongue.

Sleep eludes him. He's in an actual bed for the first time since the start of this tour, but it makes no difference. He almost wishes they were on the road; at least the quiet movement of the bus could help lull him into something resembling sleep. Once again, his mind wanders to Holly and Noah. What they're doing together. His cock stirs in his sweatpants. He knows what they look like together; what they look like moving with each other desperately, chasing their ends. Against his better judgment, he reaches into his pants to touch himself, strokes himself to hardness as he remembers what it was like to watch Holly ride Noah, his hand tight around her throat. His sweats get pushed down to free his cock, and he spits in his hand before stroking himself again.

Nick fucks into his hand as he imagines licking in to her afterwards, tasting both her and Noah before having her himself; kissing Noah as he does so, letting him taste them together on his tongue. It's almost embarrassing how fast he cums, spilling into his hand with Holly's flushed face and Noah's pleased smirk flashing before his eyes. But thankfully there's no one here to make fun of him, no one to judge him.

The guilt doesn't creep in until he realizes he doesn't feel it at all.

Nick wakes to a text message from Noah.

<Noah> Dude. I don't know what's going on with you and Holly, but whatever it is, you need to fix it.

<Nick> Nothing's going on with me and Holly.

<Noah> Bullshit. We all know she didn't tell you she was coming.

And she tells you everything.

She's upset about something. She's not telling me what it is, but there's something bugging her.

Same goes for you… Doesn't take a genius to figure out you might be sad about each other.

Noah sends him a room number he can only assume is Holly's. It's funny how close they were all night and yet he's never felt so far from her. While he doesn't know what Noah expects him to do, Nick knows he won’t shut up about "fixing it" until he does. He's stopped dead in his tracks as he rounds the corner to her room. There's Noah, hair sleep-ruffled and in his post-show clothes from last night, leaning in to kiss Holly, who’s half hidden in the doorway. It's a tender kiss, but there's no mistaking the heat underneath, and something about it feels as if he's intruding on something private, so he averts his eyes until he hears them say goodbye. As they pass each other, Noah gives him a pointed look, and it's almost as if he can actually hear the words fix it.

She makes him wait after he knocks and if he hadn't just seen her, he would think she’s not there. But she is, and he can’t help but laugh a little when he hears her say Davis, you fucker, before the door in front of him opens.

"Hey."

"Hey, can I come in?" He asks, gesturing behind her.

"Sure." Holly draws out the word, leading him to think she would prefer to say no and close the door in his face. Yet she steps aside, letting him in before she closes the door behind them.

"Noah texted you, didn't he?" she asks as she straightens up the bed, and he's proud of his self-control when he doesn't immediately think about what they did last night; especially when her shirt rides up a little and he can see what he's sure are bruises from Noah's fingers forming on her waist.

"He did. Everything okay?" As he leans against the wall, he tries to catch her eyes when she sits on the bed across from him. But she seems to look everywhere except at his face.

"Everything's fine, and that's what I told him. I'm sorry he bothered you." Her voice is flippant, seemingly unbothered, and if he didn't know her as well as he did, Nick would believe her. But he knows her and he doesn't believe her.

He pushes away from the wall, sitting beside her on the bed and taking her hand. And he tugs on it until she looks at him. "You sure? Because everything is not okay with me. If it is for you, that's good, but for me, it's not."

That’s when he sees her walls crack, her eyes close and she sighs as she leans into him; his arms coming around her instinctively. It’s an awkward position though, one he remedies by moving to lie on his back. A quiet come here, has her following, snuggling into his side as he hugs her close. "Tell me what's going on in that head of yours."

He feels her sigh again before she speaks, "I just… I'm tired of feeling like I'm doing something wrong when I miss you, or want to talk to you just because." She pauses. "Do I miss what we had? Sure. I mean, yeah, the sex was fantastic… but I miss the other stuff too. And I hate that I feel like I can't just be your friend now."

Rubbing her back, he sighs and presses a kiss to her hair before he starts, "I know…" Breathing deeply, he tries to put the words together before he speaks. "I know what you mean. It's been hard to just… not be around you when I want to, or talk to you whenever I want to; even if it's the middle of the night. I miss you."

Her chin props up on his chest so she can look at him. "I miss you too."

He'll hate himself for it later, but all he wants at this moment is to kiss her. He thinks she'd let him too, and he doesn’t know what makes him feel worse; that they could or that they won't. They've just cleared the air with each other, and he knows it would do nothing but send them three steps back. So he clears his throat and pushes it away, changing the subject.

"... By the way, I'm not lying in anything, am I?"

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Does it feel as if you're lying in something? Why do you think I pulled the covers up?"

"Okay… that's… that's more than I want to know." He chuckles.

Her finger digs into his side. "I'm sorry. I thought I was talking to my friend Nick, not some blushing virgin. Although I'm pretty sure whatever you could be lying in is nothing you haven't come into contact with before."

It’s quiet for a moment, a contented silence settling over them before he asks, "What is happening there if I can ask?"

"With me and Noah? It’s not much different from what we used to do. Not as often, obviously. I mean, he's in L.A. most of the time… last night was the first time we've seen each other in person since the three of us were together. We talk…" she trails off, and he knows she's got more to say. "I think I like him, Nick… as in, actual feelings, and I don't quite know how I feel about that."

His heart might sink in his chest a little, but he's deciding to add it to the never-ending list of things he's not thinking about today. He cradles her cheek in his hand. "Hey, it's okay not to know. You don't need to figure anything out right now, you can just… keep doing what you're doing and see where it goes."

She leans into it, briefly closing her eyes before she pushes herself up and off him. "Alright. Enough of this emotional shit. I'm hungry. Noah said he would take me to breakfast and you're coming."

Nick laughs, but follows her out the door anyway as they make their way to meet Noah in the lobby. He knows things aren’t completely fine, and there are still things he needs to deal with but for now… this is enough.

#noah sebastian/ofc #rpf #bandom fic #bad omens #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #nick ruffilo

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delta-queerdrant · 8 months

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Cut the crap, Hamlet! My biological clock is ticking, and I want babies NOW! (Elogium, s2e4)

I get the sense that "Elogium" is an episode that viewers find embarrassing. Maybe I am just projecting my adolescent feelings onto the internet consensus. It is certainly somewhat hamfisted, but it also belongs to a genre that we might call "reproductive health body horror" and, like... I'm kind of into it?

The premise of the episode is, of course, that space alien radiation causes Kes to enter estrus. (Unaccountably the Ocampan word for this is "elogium," which is a real Latin word for something else. Okay guys!)

Let's get the "bad science fiction watch" out of the way: Ocampan reproduction makes no sense from a population biology point of view. If an Ocampan couple can only reproduce once, they need to have a multiple pregnancy to maintain population levels, not the single child Neelix seems to be contemplating. (Also, having kiddos at age five means that grandparents would often not be around to participate in elogium rituals, as the Ocampan lifespan is 9.)

Additionally, it's hard to know what to make of the revelation that Kes hasn't reached "puberty" yet. The show seems to be decoupling intellectual/emotional maturity from reproductive capacity, but we are left with some very awkward questions about Kes's relationship with Neelix. Like, sex aside, what does romance mean for a young Ocampa? This show doesn't dare ask the question, such is its fragile allo/amatonormativity.

Still, I thought Jennifer Lien's performance was strong - emotional and a little weird while still respecting her character's personhood. In an important scene (one that frames her relationship with the Doctor as a parent/child one, thank god), she questions whether she wants a kid and makes a self-affirming decision that I loved to see, though I wish it had been dramatized more fully.

And, like, occasionally, having a uterus does make you feel like you're in a dirt-eating fever dream. I don't know if the alien physiology metaphor will work for everyone but I sorta dug it.

Neelix is, of course, trash in this episode, with the return of his jealousy subplot, his dreadful gender essentialism, and the extremely cliched portrayal of him as a reluctant father. His "should I be a dad" dilemma is fundamentally relatable, but instead of showing a real dialogue between a couple that's been avoiding the question, he and Kes start the episode with gender normative beliefs (she wants a baby, he wants adventure) and switch positions after some extremely light self-reflection. They're never on the same page, and they don't make the decision together.

On a happier note, this one's shippy! The episode starts with Janeway and Chakotay having one of their ridiculous whisper-conversations on the bridge. People are (shock!) hooking up and they need to decide what to do about it. This is very weird and silly because both Starfleet and the Maquis seem cool with fraternization, and they're 70,000 light years from home. Surely there is not even a conversation to be had, other than a need for some policies and mental health supports around breakups? But we do get Chakotay asking his extremely impertinent question about Janeway's personal dating plans, and the introduction of the Janeway chastity vow.

It makes sense for Janeway not to date crewmembers, especially in light of her commitment to Mark (this episode was originally slated for season one). But what about Chakotay? He is also everyone's boss?? I think that even in the 23rd century people should still not date their bosses, but this show does not seem to know this and it bums me out, particularly because of the gendered double-standard here.

(Mollie watch: Janeway is looking at a Mark/Mollie photo in the final scene. The show wants us to believe she's pining for her man, but honestly I think the baby talk is just making her miss her doggo. In my head canon Janeway is the type of person who responds to all child-rearing anecdotes with stories about her dog.)

Ensign Wildman, and her pregnancy, are also introduced, and we get another J & C scene where Janeway affirms the crew's right to have kids (hashtag reproductive justice) and contemplates the possibility of becoming a generation ship (whoa, slow down, lady! Like, of all the ethical questions about having kids while space marooned, assuming they'll continue your mission for you is quite a leap!)

Tuvok's line "It appears we have lost our sex appeal, Captain," sums this one up: despite all the innuendo, this is a very unsexy episode, and I think that's by design. Family planning is often unsexy! I just wish it had gotten a little closer to contemplating the real issues that emerge from our dual natures as people with bodies and people with agency over those bodies, and the push and pull of figuring out what that means for us, individually and in relationship.

3/5 bowls of mashed potatoes with butter (a Terran delicacy!)

#star trek #star trek voyager #kes #janeway x chakotay #neelix is the worst #mollie watch

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catsafarithewriter · 9 months

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A/N: PART 8 of the Bedlam au!

Toto hasn't returned to the Sanctuary in a week, and Muta isn't worried.

He's not.

Toto is old even by the Bureau's standards, an accomplishment not reached if one is probe to recklessness. (Baron doesn't count; Muta is fairly certain the cat Creation has only lived this long because Toto has kept a beady eye out for him.) Toto is the sensible one, the pragmatist (or as close as the Bureau has to one). He is not the sort to be dragged into some dramatic nonsense; he is the sort to drag the rest of them out of it.

Neither is he the sort to vanish for a week without notice.

So Muta isn't worried, not even a little bit. The lie that he told Baron to satiate question on Toto's absence (that he's gone to visit his artisan) don't weigh heavily on him, not at all. Which is why he hasn't been thinking about Toto these last few days, glancing up to the birdbrain's column enough times to give hinself neckache.

"You'll have plenty of time to bicker once he's back," Baron remarks, seemingly out of the blue. Muta had been sure that Baron had been caught up in his paperwork, and yet somehow, even with his back to him, Baron manages to give the air of a raised eyebrow. "Honestly, keep this up and I shall have to conclude you feel some kernel of affection for him."

Muta's gaze betrays him and detours to the courtyard on its way to Baron. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Baron makes a sound in the back of his throat which Muta has come to know as hiding a laugh. "My mistake. You are clearly merely distracted by the weather; a curious habit, as the Sanctuary isn't known for its variation."

It is Muta's turn to snort now, refusing to dignify Baron's remark with an excuse. "You don't think it strange?" he hazards. "That he's not back yet?"

Baron flips through another file, mutters, and relocates it to its proper place. "Not really. It's been a while since Toto paid his artisan a visit. I'm sure they have plenty to catch up on." There is only a hint of something which might be bitterness; Muta knows the relationship between Baron and his own artisan has been... fraught.

"Yes, but a week?"

"Time works differently in his artisan's world," Baron replies off-handedly. "He may not have realised so many days have passed."

"And if he's not?" Muta asks. "In his artisan's world?"

Baron pauses, and lowers the file. "Why would he not be in his artisan's world if he's visiting his artisan, Muta?" he asks in a deceptively pleasant voice.

"Bonding road trip?" Muta offers weakly.

"Is he on a bonding road trip?"

Muta makes a face. "Probably not?"

"Where is he, probably, then?"

Muta makes a noise in the back of his throat, only this is less stifled laughter, and more seagull-choking-on-a-too-large-chip kind of sound. "With Haru?"

Baron takes this better than Muta had been expecting – but, then again, Baron has always been a bit of a swan when it comes to emotions: calm and collected on the surface, furious paddling beneath. "I see," he says. "And why am I learning this now?"

"He would've been back by now if everything was fine."

"Why would everything not be fine? Now she's no longer with the Bureau, she shouldn't be getting into trouble."

Muta gives Baron a withering glare that, unfortunately, Baron doesn't see, what with his back turned to Muta. "We're talking about the same Chicky, yeah? She's been throwing herself into nonsense since before she ever joined us. Being part of the Bureau didn't start that."

"It just encouraged it," Baron mutters, but he finally turns to Muta, retrieving his hat and jacket in the same, practiced move. "Then perhaps it is time we paid her a visit." He starts towards the door, faltering beneath the indoor balcony as if only just remembering he couldn't hitch a ride with Toto. "And Muta?"

"Hm?"

Baron smiles brightly. "If this is a trick to get me to talk to Haru, and Toto is actually visiting his artisan, I'm moving the postbox to Toto's column and you can have fun fetching your newspapers from there."

It isn't really fair that he's the only one getting threats, Muta grumbles internally. The both of them had conspired behind Baron's back. If Toto has just bunked off, Muta fully intends to make the postbox a problem for everyone involved.

#bedlam au #cat writes

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chiconisroc · 10 months

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Have you seen this review of your fic? (Sending in another ask cause I don't want people to think I'm trying to stir up trouble)

I appreciate that everyone has their own unique perspective. It's interesting to see my fanfiction being rated, as fanart doesn't typically receive ratings, which seems a bit unusual to me. Personally, I find it difficult to imagine giving an artist a rating for their artwork. I can’t even do so on a fanfiction either. Usually, I don’t care for a story, or I just love it, hahaha, but I never proceed with giving them a number. I'm not sure if fanart is typically rated by others; perhaps I'm out of the loop with such things?

Since the story hasn't reached its halfway point yet, there are many aspects that haven't been explored or will be addressed later. For instance, the puzzle… hehehe. The review was made before they read past chapter 20, so they didn’t get to see how Camila reached for the puzzle that was stored under her bed to bring along with them, so I didn’t forget about it ;3. So, it's intriguing to have a rating based on what has been presented thus far.

I would also like to emphasize the physical and mental challenges that Philip is going through in the story, from the beginning until now. He has faced near-death experiences with the Collector and has had Gus unearth memories that he had locked away for centuries. As a result, he hasn't had much time to gather himself and is struggling with his emotions/traumas that he shoves to the side a lot.

In my writing, I strive to create characters that feel realistic rather than conforming to the resilience typically seen in cartoons. Philip, being a 400-year-old man, carries a lot of baggage that is finally catching up to him mentally.

It's worth mentioning as a reminder that this is a fanfiction and not a fully edited and polished novel. Expecting perfection and have everything answered right away would be unrealistic, especially since I am constantly updating with new chapters more frequently than others :o. So, if there are some flaws in my story, which most likely there are, well, it is to be expected since I’m not an actual published author, and thus I’m practicing and learning to get better at writing so one day I can become an actual author one day : ). **This reminds me of the more recent question that if I were ever to rewrite the story. If i were to rewrite it, then yeah, for sure peeps would have a more published work which would be way better than it is right now, hahaha

That being said, I do appreciate the positive aspects the reviewer pointed out, which I find encouraging. To the person who wrote the review, if you would like, I can provide further explanation and defend the decisions made for the story through direct messaging. Rest assured, everything I write has a purpose behind it : ). And if you are enjoying the story now, then great! It's nice to have you along the ride with us : ). It's just always fun enjoying things together, hahaha

I won’t say more about the reviewer’s opinion since I’m currently working on the next chapter for the other story x.x, so… I got to write and write : ), hahaha

#philip wittebane #the owl house #emperor belos #was not the hero #belos #owl house fandom #owl house fanfiction

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