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tokkias · 1 year

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The way the Magnolia sun gleamed in through the crack in curtain, and splayed itself over the pink satin sheets of Lucy’s apartment, signalled the beginning of a new day. Vague memories of having made brunch plans with Levy the day prior hazed through her mind, but right now, her bed was just too comfy, her sheets, too plush, and the arm wrapped tightly around her waist was too warm to think about being anywhere but here.

Natsu stirred a little as Lucy shifted in his arms, turning herself over to face him before burying her face under his chin. In his half-sleep state, he accommodated her request, resting his chin atop her head as she hooked her leg around him, pulling him even closer into her grasp. Her fingers found a home in his hair, dragging them through his locks in a way that had him practically purring at her touch, which made it all the worse when she decided to pull away, to which he responded in turn with an involuntary whine at the loss of her touch.

His eyes fluttered open to meet hers, soft and radiant among the morning glow. Her lips were pursed slightly, practically begging to be encased by his own, and who was he to deny her that? He moved his arm to rest a hand on her cheek, gently caressing it with his calloused thumb before leaning in closer to her.

Lucy let out a hum of anticipation, letting her eyes fall shut as she waited for his lips to touch hers, only to feel a wave of shock pulse through her body when she felt his tongue drag across her face. She bolted up into a sitting position, only to be met with her partner, who was absolutely laughing his ass off at her reaction.

"Did you just lick me?!"

Her face was filled with disgust as she watched Natsu try, and fail, to pull himself back together, wiping away the tears he had begun to shed in his hysteric state.

Between cackles and trying to regain his breath, Natsu managed to choke out, "Man! You shoulda seen you face, you wer-"

Before he could even begin to think of how to end his sentence, Lucy grabbed her pillow and hit him with a loud THWACK. Whatever punishment she was trying to administer clearly failed her, as any composure he had managed to regain was fully diminished, being replaced once more with absolute howling laughter, muffled slightly by the pillow over his head.

Whilst her partner was still cackling to himself over his little prank, Lucy pulled her legs over so she was straddling him, her arms crossed over her chest, with a pout on her lips, and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Her half-hearted attempt at intimidating him into an apology was futile, as Natsu shoved the pillow off of his face and met her with that stupid, charming grin of his that made her forget everything bad in the world, (including his childish antics, this case included).

His hands found their way to her waist, pushing up her shirt slightly before rubbing small circles against her soft skin with his thumb. The action pulled Lucy out of her anger; instead, she was filled with a feeling of content, her arms dropping to her sides to rest her hands atop his, only to be pulled back in when Natsu spoke up, a mischievous look crossing his face.

"Ya want another one?"

"No, I do NOT want another one, thank you very much!" She all but screeched as she pulled herself off of him and the bed, taking the comforter with her, leaving him exposed to the air as he once again fell into a fit of laughter.

"You are the worst!" she cried, throwing the duvet to the ground and making her escape to the door before he could try anything else.

"I love you, Lucyyyy," he called out to her from across the room, "c’mon, come back to bed; I promise I won’t lick ya this time!"

"No, you can't I love you your way out of this one, Natsu!" she retorted as she tried to make her way into the kitchen, her back to him.

Unaffected by her reprimands, Natsu jumped out of her bed and rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up, burying his face in her neck, peppering it with kisses, amused as she squealed in surprise, and carrying her back to bed, where they both flopped down onto the mattress. With a sigh, Lucy gave in to his affections, snuggling closer to him and thanking every star there was that at least he hadn’t tried tickling her.

"I love you," he repeated, his lips grazing against her forehead.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, stupid."

#mya writes things #fairy tail #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #instead of finishing the fic im writing #that i have been agonising over for a week #which would only take like maybe 300 words #i wrote this whole thing in an hour #anyway trying out just posting it straight to see if more people read it that way #we are just raw dogging it tonight

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vhstown · 4 months

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reminder that ppl who make stuff on the internet for free don't actually owe you anything at all like ... as sad as it is that ur fav comic / fanfic hasn't updated in god knows how long that person has a life 😭 can we not harass people and be compassionate and patient and understanding thanx

#like ive read fics that will never ever update again and #thats just too bad! oh well! ill live!#can we stop treating people like content machines this is not my story animated please #people have work school health + mental health issues etc etc #harrassing someone to update makes them demotivated to do exactly that... believe it or not...#and the quality of whatever it is might be worse because it is rushed #you do not simply pull the comic or fanfic out of your asscheeks you have to think unfortunately 😭 and draft and redraft and edit #and then hate it for a bit and redraft and you get the point!#try write something yourself. try finish a 200k word series. thats like a whole novel 😭 put those words to use instead of in sum1s comments #soz for the rant im meant to be doing homework erm!#vee chats #vee rants

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go6jo · 7 months

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saw this tweet and my brain immediately thought of your characterization geto……..

YESSSS honestly, to me, geto is just the perfect character for the whole slowburn, fated lovers narrative!! he's so patient when it comes to love, treats it as something so delicate and if he loves someone i truly believe he sees them as someone worth waiting (and fighting) for, no matter what! what if he meets you when he's still so young he can hardly grasp the meaning of what it is that he's feeling. he sees you sitting lonely on a swing one afternoon, kicking your little legs in an attempt to get it to move but failing miserably, you're alone and you ask him if he can help you, if he'll push you and you promise to push him too, afterwards. he falls in love with your laugh first, your braids are dancing in the air and you only laugh harder the higher you get. he's only a child and he's made aware of just that because his arms are too thin, too weak and they're hurting so bad yet still he makes an effort to push through the pain, to keep on pushing you even though his arms are starting to give out on him because he wishes to keep on hearing you laugh, even if his arms fall off as a consequence. you never fullfill your promise to him, however, because your mom eventually arrives and drags you home by the arm despite all your protests. it's okay, he thinks - you'll return. he's twelve at the time and when he arrives back home his mother is setting the dinner table and he runs up to her to help her carry the heavy platter in her hands, she tries to shoo him away but his small hands still reach for the platter anyways "i need to get stronger, you know?".

the next day, he returns to the park but you're not there. he visits the place every day for a whole year yet you never show up and he gives up. he doesn't hear anything from you for the next ten years until he moves to tokyo and spots you sitting on a coffee shop with your friends and you still have that same childish laugh that makes him melt, that distinct sound - so lively and pure, like that of a little girl he met years ago and fell in love with as a boy. that beautiful, cherubic sound which reminds him of how rotten and tainted he has become throughout the years, the innocence of the boy he once was, the boy he had been with you, left behind. much has changed yet, still, he watches you though the window as you get up and leave, waving goodbye to your friends and walking towards the nearby empty playground before taking the vacant seat on the swing, typing away in your phone and to him, suddenly, it is a if nothing has changed, and it fills him with courage. he gets up and he exits the coffee shop but not before leaving a couple bills on his table to cover the breakfast expenses. his feet are carrying him in your direction, he's not thinking much, just allowing them to lead the way as if they've gained a will of their own.

"i'm still waiting on you to follow through on your promise from back then."

you look up from your phone and take in the image of the mysterious man seated on the swing next to you - tall and handsome, so self assured in the way in which he speaks, a strinkingly enticing demeanor as he smiles gently at you, almost as if he has known you for years. its a particularly chilly day and he brushes away a few strands of hair that are blown out of place by a gust of wind and suddenly, it clicks. he still has that long silky, lovely dark hair that'd you'd been so envious of as a little girl, it'd been strangely long at the time and you had teased him about it, saying he looked like a girl as you weaved it into two braids while he blushed shyly, bashful at your words - and gesture. he'd been smaller at the time, thinner and his hair, that even though didn't reach past his scrawny shoulders, seemed to swallow his entire frame. he had looked awkward. but he's twenty-two now, almost twenty three (it's december. february is only two months away, you remember.) and though his hair has long since grown past his shoulders and is longer that ever before, he wears it well, suits him and it makes him look so handsome, somehow manly even, more mature. he's become strong, too, you conclude as you let your eyes roam over his figure, his features sharper, shoulders broader and muscles bulkier and noticeable even under the loose material of the long sleeve shirt he's wearing. he's certainly not the boy you had met all those years ago anymore still, you've made a promise to him, one you must uphold.

you only smile and move to stand behind him on the swing, your hands on his back as he braces himself for the ride. and maybe he doesn't really believe in fate but you make him want to believe in it - that he's meant for you and you're meant for him. he wants to believe you were put on this earth for him and him alone, why else would he cross paths with you after such a long time, if not for you to fulfill the promise you'd made to him? you're bound to be, no matter what you'd always find each other. there's nobody else for him but you.

#it actually made me so happy that this tweet reminded you of my geto T-T i'm flattered. that's so cute.#ideally my life wouldn't be so busy right now and i'd write this properly. IDEALLY I'D BE FINISHING ALL OF MY DRAFTS. i miss writing sm #i've been so quiet lately but i promise im working (as in thinking instead of writing....) on my geto fics on my drafts..#geto #geto x reader

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nightyslibrary · 9 months

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(A Short Fic About) A Normal Day With Your Double Mutated Brother

☆ Fandom: rottmnt (au by @heckitall )

☆ Warnings: Nothing!! Just fluff and the boys being silly :]

☆ Word Count: 1432

☆ AO3 Link: N/A

☆ Characters: Leo, Donnie, Mikey

Uhh so I might have written something inspired by Heckl's comics and drawings :] go check his comics/artwork out!! Hope you like it (and happy birthday!!) (Also if there is any mistake... well, lets say its because it is 1 am)

When it came to playing video games the twins would always end up getting too invested in it, which either would turn up to them fixating on the game for hours or fighting over who could beat it in “the right way”. Even when the games were two player ones, they’d still do the same thing.

Not so surprisingly, this didn’t change even when Donnie became twice his size. Instead now the boys were sitting in Leo’s room, Leo laying his back on Donnie and playing the new the Legend of Zelda game on their switch. Donnie was watching the screen with joy, his tail wagging, and at times chirping to Leo.

“See? I can do the puzzles quite well.” Leo said without looking away from the screen. “I had told you.”

Donnie chirped as a response, as if making fun of Leo.

Leo turned to him, “Just because I got stuck it doesn’t mean I am not good with them. Now let’s go back to the depths, since somebody thinks I can’t handle it.”

The double mutated turtle smirked, making turtle sounds, before noticing something on the screen and pointing.

“Wha- oh shi--!” He yelped as he moved with Donnie’s arms holding him, making various sounds in the meantime. As Leo turned back his attention to the game, bleeping as he continued playing it with Donnie commenting at times once again. Just like before Donnie’s situation, as if nothing had changed. Everybody in the lair would agree this was nice.

Neither of them was sure how long had passed when Mikey entered with a smile on his face. “Are you two still playing Tears of the Kingdom?” He asked as he approached them.

“Yep.” Leo replied.

“It’s been five hours.” Mikey said.

“Uh-huh.”

“Which means nobody would say anything if I interrupted you for very important reasons.” He grinned.

“Wrong.” Leo responded.

“Don’t think Raphie or dad would agree.” Mikey said, knowing very well that he was right and the two would hear about how they shouldn’t sit down and play video games, forgetting to take care of themselves such as eating. Not to mention how Raph would take this to his advantage and get the switch for himself, not letting Leo play for the rest of the day.

The slider sighed and starred at his younger brother, knowing very well that Mikey had won. He saved his game and put the switch aside. Meanwhile, Donnie huffed from behind. “Soooo tell us about whatever that is very important?” Leo asked as he got up.

“I was thinking about how long the lair has been the same, and about how nice it would be to redecorate it.” Mikey explained.

“You’re the artist Mike, not us.” Leo pointed out.

“Weeeellll, I wasn’t only thinking about art. Remember the Christmas lights?”

Leo squinted at Mikey. “You want to decorate the lair with Christmas lights.”

“Yes!”

“In August.”

“Yeah!”

“…”

“You’ll ignore Halloween?!” Leo gasped, a bit dramatically.

“We can have Halloween later on!” Mikey retorted. “I just want to have some bright lights around, and maybe a few other new stuffs. A colorful lair wouldn’t hurt anyone, instead it would bring joy! Also, it is for art and creativity!”

“So, you mean you want to,” Leo snickered, and his brothers knew what was coming. “Lighten up the mood.”

Mikey groaned, while Donnie growled, both hating the pun. Leo giggled at his own joke, proud of it.

“Ignoring Leo’s terrible pun for my sanity, all I am saying is it would be nice if you could help.” The youngest said.

“Eh, sure.” Leo shrugged, not that he could say no. Donnie got on his feet too, careful to not accidentally knock anything down. He was still getting used to his new size.

With Mikey’s lead they walked out, heading to where Mikey already had the boxes filled with Christmas lights. “We can start from here, and then move to the living room. Leo, can you get the lower parts done?”

“Call it done already.” The slider winked as he walked towards a box.

Mikey joined him, grabbing lights from a different box, “Donnie can you help me? I need to reach the higher parts.”

Donnie chirped as he leaned for Mikey to climb on his shoulders, just like how he did with Raph. He carefully climbed and then patted Donnie’s shoulder to confirm he was ready. Donnie churred happily, he stood up again.

So, they began redecorating the lair with the lights, leaving some walls empty so Mikey could draw on them. In the meantime, they chatted, talking about various things and unimportant stuff. Filling the silence with happy chatter. Mikey would talk about his next art projects, then mention something that inspirited him, Leo would ask about it, and the conversation would go on.

It was just like every single time they spent time together, yet it was everything Donnie could ask for. The chatter of his brothers, Mikey’s unexpected ideas, Leo’s dumdum jokes… It was comforting for him.

So, comforting that---

CHURRR

Leo and Mikey stopped talking, looking at Donnie with surprise and glee. Donnie confusedly looked Leo and then at Mikey. As silence was the only answer, Donnie realized what he just had done. His brothers’ exclamation confirmed his fear:

“OH MY GOSH!!!” Mikey grinned as he jumped down to see Donnie better. “DID YOU DO THAT?!”

“DID YOU JUST CHURR?!” Leo wheezed.

Donnie chirped a lot, trying his best in his situation. It didn’t help that Leo kept laughing, and Mikey kept saying he sounded like a happy cat. Maybe if Donnie was his not double mutated self, he would’ve acted cooler and kept calm. But he was not and all he could do chirping. Which frustrated him even more, resulting him running out of the room.

Leo and Mikey were quick to follow him.

Donnie had lay under a pile of clothes, most of them being his hoodies and some of Raph’s sweaters that Raph had helped him wear (and later Donnie hadn’t let Raph get them back) in his room. His tail was visible, wagging angrily.

The two brothers approached carefully, not to startle him. Mikey looked at Leo, unsure what to do or say. He was feeling a bit bad for Donnie, but he still couldn’t help thinking that he behaved like a cat. Leo wasn’t feeling much different. He knew that he shouldn’t have laughed that much, while Donnie was still upset with his double this whole situation.

Leo was first to speak, “Uh hey Dee, mind if we join you?”

A growl.

“Aww come on, we got something to show you.” He said cheerfully, Mikey looked at him confusedly. The slider winked at him, meaning he had a plan.

Donnie didn’t leave the pile, but got his head out of it, enough to be able to see them. Leo grinned, and then chirped. Donnie’s eyes widened, surprised, and confused.

“I thought you had stopped doing it and were unable to anymore.” Mikey squinted at Leo.

“Well, maybe Donnie’s chirping has helped me figure it out, couldn’t it be?” He spoke.

Before Mikey could say anything and tell his disbelief, Donnie chirped.

Leo turned his attention back to him, “I have absolutely no idea what I am saying though, but- chirp!”

“Are you sure about not knowing what you’re saying?” Mikey questioned.

“Chiirp.” Leo smirked.

This seemed to lift Donnie’s mood a bit though. His tail was wagging in the happy way, and he began chirping again. Mikey joined too, since he never had hidden the fact that he still could chirp. Soon the room was filled with chirping of every sort, and the snickering of Mikey and Leo among them at times when one of them made a funny sounding one.

As the boys' conversation changed with the passing time, Leo turned to Mikey. "About the Christmas lights... you're definitely up to something." He said. "Could it be a prank against Raph?"

"Please, I would never." Mikey responded, obviously guilty. He didn't need to say it to confirm Leo's guess when he happily stimmed the way he'd do when he was excited for something.

"Get ready for a surprised Raph yelp, Dee." Leo looked at the clock on his phone. Then looked at Donnie. "He'd wake up any moment now."

Donnie chirped in response, letting Leo pet his back. Something that kept Donnie relaxed, they'd discovered.

Then they heard the surprised yelp, as Leo had guessed:

"ITS CHRISTMAS?!"

Leo and Donnie turned to Mikey, who was giggling. "Brumation prank," He grinned. "Never gets old."

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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yan!gojo is in the works hehehe >:33

#the only yan!character i will ever write for 🔥🔥#he’s a lovely lovely man his moral compass is just a tinyyy bit skewed ok . i could fix him #this was just the bout of inspo i needed hehe if nobody got me i know alexis got me #i dont think ill be able to finish the kenny fic this week so maybe ill post this instead 👀👀#i dont dabble in darker content v often at all so im a lil nervous to post it 👉👈 but !! im happy w how its looking so far :33 #just a fun lil writing exercise (but i am also extremely abnormal abt him)#ari noises ✩

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oceanwithouthermoon · 5 months

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been thinking about kubosai with saiki meeting kuboyasus dogs again...

the dogs TEASING KUSUO for having an obvious crush on aren and they all think the two of them are either in a situationship, since theyre CLEARLY in love but dont really look like theyre dating, OR that theyre straight up dating but are hiding it cuz they havent told arens mom yet

"does he know you love him? have you told him?"

"i dont love him..."

"ಠ_ಠ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

"i regret showing you that i can talk to you."

this from aren and his mom's perspectives is just kusuo having a staring contest with a dog and looking very annoyed for some reason lmao

#arens like damn my boy is a tsundere even with animals ?? thats actually crazy #havent kubosai posted in a few days sorry to my fellow starving kubosai lovers #i was trying to focus on finishing my fic but uhhh ended up writing an entirely separate shorter one shot instead LMAO #i'll post it within the next few days i just need to touch it up #will be back to daily kubosai very soon lol..#also sorry i so often go back and reference/build on my kubosai ideas/hcs instead of making new ones #i feel like im building a little mini story without actually writing it #is that lazy and/or annoying #my bad yo #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#kubosai #saiki kusuo #kuboyasu aren #meows post

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sapphosclown · 10 months

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ive grown numb to shows i like getting cnacelled, it’s the price you pay for wanting to watch shows with representation. but it’s the erasing it from the platform completely that gets me. like, this is YOUR show? i just dont understand. i guess i forgot to never trust the corporations, i just didn’t think theyd pull shit like this. idk.

#im just so heartbroken and angry and sad #i spent all day excited to come home and finish my fic that i literally spent all night last night writing #bc i couldnt stop thinking ab it #and instead i get off work to shitty news and then shittier news #great.#grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #rotpl

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junietuesday · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Link/Revali (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Revali (Legend of Zelda), Link (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Introspection, Pining, Lack of Communication, Light Angst, Pre-Calamity (Legend of Zelda), Pre-Relationship, Family Issues Series: Part 1 of Revalink Week 2023

“My point is that you—you have quite the gall to simply waltz up here like nothing happened.”

Link frowned slightly. “What? Was it something I did?”

The audacity of the question! Like Link had forgotten all about it—like none of it had even registered for him! And meanwhile, Revali had been left here all day, unable to do anything but agonize—

Revali is not pleased when he hears Link and his father have a conversation about himself. Nor is Link. If only they agreed on everything else that easily.

#loz #revalink #botw #revali #link #june speaks #my writing #FINISHED A FIC!!!! this is my wip ''ao3 down post revalink'' <3 Finally its done #i should have been writing my essay due tonight that ive barely started. or studying for my massive exam on saturday. but im sick as fuck #so since im diseased its totally ok and understandable that i instead languished in bed finishing up this fic. yeah totally. <3

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dumbassv32 · 10 months

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what if

#papyrus #undertale #only the first bit is canon dialogue btw #i wanted him to say GLAD IM NOT DEAD IN HOTLAND but couldnt figure out how to draw it out so instead i put it in the game's format!#long post #slight implication of the pap is gaster theory but i like to see that as a fun au in my mind because the idea of papyrus actually being gas #-ter Will Break Me #also im out todayyy so this is probably the only post 4 today #but i have gotten a bit back into writing fics i started one yesterday im abt 1.4k words into the first chapter i hope i finish it LOL

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planete777 · 3 months

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DID TUMBLR JUST DELETE MY DRAFT?????? TUMBLR I SWEAR ON MY LIFE IM GONNA RAID UR HOME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#⋆🪐 ⋆★ ⋆ planete.parle #im thanking God i did not write straight unto tumblr #and that formatting took ages #AAAAAAAAAA IM SO VEXED #i rlly need to post the spice it chap today i feel so bad omg #ill try and finish the other fic n see if i can post that instead as compensation 😔😔😔😔

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corviiids · 3 months

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if i would just remember more than once a month that my "posts" can also go here then i wouldn't have to keep dumping piles and piles of screenshotted tweets onto this blog but the twitter format just encourages the behaviour of something stupid occurring to me and me immediately tossing it out the window of a moving car which unfortunately is what i am instinctively doing generally in my life more than i am conscious of deliberately making any actual """"""content"""""" whereas on tumblr somewhere between writing the post and tagging the post and hitting post on the post there's a danger of my brain booting up and experiencing a thought

#anyway thanks for putting up with the pjles of tweets hope they get a sensible exhalatioon of air out of you sometimes #im trying to get off my ass and finish writing the actual wyllstarion fic instead of posts #but posts are so much more immediately rewarding because they dont hsve to be good . they shoukd be bad in fact.#rookposting

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 3 months

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cw rape but im listening to sic transit gloria by brand new and like,,,,fic idea

#instead of 'wished i had just kissed her just once' like 'shouldnt have let her do that to me'#yaz letting herself be talked into things bc of the ticking clock and bc its the doctor #'shes moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her'#i havent written a Final Hour ficof them #i think?#i might do this #no! NO.no im not writign again im finishing this fic and im Doing Other THIngs #fuck #dont get distracted #couldnt do it justice anyway #and from the doctors side of course like its all #desperation regret pain like actually physically the existential threat of being actively dying #selfpunishment+yazidolisation #toxic combo #'was never able to open up to her like i should have' so like wildly overcompensating #'here have all of me then'#which is Not what yaz wanted #anyway im not writing it but if anyone happens to know of a fic thats done this send me the link

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the-apocrypha · 5 months

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@cuubism tagged me, and contrary to what my prolonged silence would indicate, I am writing things still.

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

The last line of my tooth-rotting deaged!Dream fic:

Think you that dinosaurs do not dream, love? Hob thinks moodily, as he waits for the water to boil.

It... makes more sense in context?

Anyway as usual I have no idea who to tag. @twainxavier, @toast-the-unknowing, and anyone else who's writing something right now!

#yes im still writing sandman #i wrote 8k of university au #and then 180d into deaged!dream fic instead #one day i will finish and post #promise #dreamling #sandman #my writing #writing

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sanjithesimp · 2 years

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✧ imagine ✧

you come back from work, and you definitely had a bad day at work. you throw your things on the floor and plop on the couch. nanami looks at you concerned, but he finds a solution quickly. he approaches you and whispers in your ear "i can take the stress away, if you want" he doesn't have to repeat himself before you both rush into your room, and rip each other's clothes. he rails you like never before, his thrust are hard, getting deep inside you, enough to touch that sweet spot that has you arching your back and fisting the sheets. suddenly the stress and pressure you felt when you got home were gone and replaced by pleasure and lust.

#thirsty thoughts #omg im supposed to be writing that other fic #but instead im here writing a little nanami smut imagine #anyways enjoy while i finish my fic #nanami smut #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #jjk smut #jjk #nanami kento

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stealingpotatoes · 2 years

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The Lone Eagle

summary: Young Altaïr says he can fight a fellow novice blindfolded. The other Assassins don't believe him.

Not all of being an Assassin could be taught in practical tutorial. Some things, such as the uses and types of poisons, had to be taught in the library, by a master Assassin to a class of novice trainees.

And Altaïr knew these lessons were important. He paid apt attention every lesson, making sure to remember everything he was told. However, not every student did.

“Ugh, all this theory is so difficult,” started one boy -- Haroun -- as the thirteen and fourteen year old novices left the the class, spilling out into Masyaf’s hallways. “I can never do it -- I guess it’s a good thing I can fight so well, to make up for it!”

Altaïr huffed in amusement.

It did not go unnoticed. “Something funny, Altaïr?”

Haroun was Altaïr’s height, if a little taller, and wearing the same grey-and-white trainee tunic as him. They had various classes together, but they had barely beyond a few short conversations interacted before now.

Altaïr stopped. After a moment, he turned to face Haroun; “Yes.”

“What?”

“The idea that you are any good at fighting.”

A few of the other trainees laughed and snickered for a moment, before quietening down. Some others had sensed what might be happening, and decided to stick around for what came next.

Haroun folded his arms. “Do you think you’re so much better than me at fighting?”

“I do. In fact, I could beat you blindfolded.”

“What?” Haroun snickered, glancing around at the other trainees, as if to ask ‘are you all hearing this too?’. “No, you could not. Come on, Altaïr, you do not need to make up stories like this. We all know you’re a good Assassin like the rest of us.”

Like the rest of us. No. That wasn’t good enough. That would never be good enough. He had to be more.

“I can,” Altaïr reiterated.

“Prove it.”

Altaïr kept the cool and calm expression on his face. “Fine. The training ground will not be in use at this time,” he said, gesturing in the vague direction of where all the Assassins, novices and masters alike, learnt their sword skills.

Haroun’s brow furrowed, and he guffawed quietly – that wasn’t the answer he was expecting. He was looking around at the other boys, that same silent question in his eyes.

Altaïr tilted his head to the side. “Unless you're too much of a coward to fight me.”

“No, of course not!” Haroun’s expression twisted into brief fury, before he lifted his chin in indignation, and his face fell back to its trained calm. “Let’s go.”

Haroun quickly led the way, Altaïr following like a hawk’s shadow. The other boys -- slowly growing in number as other novices noticed the crowd, now at about twelve or thirteen -- trailed behind them both eagerly. They might have all been Assassins in training, the blades of the next generation -- but they were all still little boys who wanted to see a good fight. Or, failing that, to see Altaïr and his confidence knocked down a peg after he failed this impossible feat.

Altaïr would show them the former, for he was not about to be defeated. His confidence was entirely founded -- even if they couldn’t believe that.

They soon reached the training ring. Someone had just been using it to teach, and so a sword rack stood fully-stocked against the fence. That, a least, saved them a trip to the armoury and trying to make up an explanation to the weapons master, for young novices could not carry their own swords and were not allowed to spar without a master present.

Haroun drew closer to it. “Perhaps using wooden swords would be a good idea? Given you will not be able to see.” There was concern in his voice -- but was it concern for Altaïr's safety, or his own? Had Altaïr's unfettered confidence reached into the boy’s heart and blackened it with a dark fear?

Altaïr hoped so.

“Metal is fine,” he said calmly.

Haroun nodded, and leant to down the the rack. Altaïr took the second Haroun was grabbing their swords to scan the crowd of eager boys. He knew all of them; most were his own age, some a little older or younger. The youngest -- and most eager -- was probably Kadar Al-Sayf, out in front. Standing just behind his excited brother, Malik caught Altaïr’s eye. But his expression was unreadable; Altaïr could not tell if his features held contempt, interest, or worry.

Haroun finally handed Altaïr the training sword -- blunt, but still able to harm in the right hands -- by the hilt. Altaïr took it, weighting it out in his hands as the two of them entered the fenced-off training ring.

“Your blindfold?” Haroun then asked skeptically.

Before Altaïr could use part of his sash, a trainee in the crowd handed him a long strip of ripped fabric. Altaïr took it, examining it for a second -- perfectly fine, and not too rough. The others actually wanted to see if he could do this. And they didn’t want him to cheat.

Altaïr nodded at the trainee in almost-thanks, and wrapped the fabric tight around his head. It was opaque and tight enough to blind any other -- but Altaïr was not any other. He took a slow breath and focused the world into a sea of deep blue-grey. The outlines and the training ring of the castle appeared lightly, partially blocked by short and ally-coloured, light blue figures around the ring.

Lifting his chin, he settled his eyes on the battle-stanced figure before him -- Haroun.

“Ready?” Haroun asked, obviously unsure.

“Ready.”

Altaïr spun his sword in his hand. It was a small flourish, and seemingly useless -- but against an easily-taunted enemy, who expected him to be incapable, it was invaluable.

Haroun lunged forward to attack. Altaïr swiftly dodged, allowing Haroun to stumble forward. He gave the boy a moment of shock before he countered, Haroun barely blocking it. And with that, an impossible rhythm began.

There were few times Altaïr felt peace. It seemed hypocritical that one of those times would be in a fight, but the adrenaline, the focus-- it drained everything away to the moment. Everything was simple. It was all watching as the figure before him changed stance, changed mood or intent, and responding as he did. He dodged, feigned, attacked -- until he saw an opening. Haroun’s stance was uneven, unready. Easy to floor. Altaïr dropped and swept his opponent’s legs with his own.

Haroun smacked to the sandy floor in an undignified oof.

Altaïr rose up swiftly and stepped forward to point his sword at Haroun's neck. “Told you.”

He tilted his head at the boy, eagle eyes taking in the emotion dripping off the boy; fear. Pure fear -- all for Altaïr, the blindfolded thirteen-year-old standing over him.

Good.

Altaïr stepped back and spun his sword in hand again. After a moment, he lifted the blindfold off and threw it to the ground. Though his eyes remained on Haroun in front of him, he knew exactly how the other boys were looking at the two of them. The silence around them was entirely stunned.

“What are you?” Haroun spat after a beat, still sprawled on the ground.

“I am your better,” Altaïr replied, voice as controlled as his swordsmanship. “Remember that in future.”

Whatever Haroun might have said next was immediately interrupted when a boy yelled “A master is coming!”

The shocked silence broke, the boys snapping out of their awe. The crowd split fast, the trainees rushing in every direction. Altaïr was one of them, certainly not bold or stupid enough to face a master after his illegal fight.

He hopped the fence smoothly, leaving Haroun slowly getting up.

“Jinn,” the boy hissed as Altaïr left. Demon.

-:-

The view from the rooves of Masyaf castle was always calming. Up here, among the circling birds and in the friendly blue sky, everything seemed simpler.

Once fairly certain he was out of sight of whichever Assassin had come to check out the crowd -- or out of reach, for even if an elder Assassin had seen him, Altaïr was a faster climber than at least half of the masters -- Altaïr had slowed his pace and traversed the walls and rooves of Masyaf castle towards his favourite perch -- where he sat now.

Jinn, Haroun had said.

Altaïr had been called a demon or a spirit more times than he could count over his life. At first he had hated it; he was just a boy, not some supernatural being. But now he relished in it, in the idea of being something else, something other. Something better.

Someone scuffed their footsteps below, and Altaïr tore his gaze from the sky to the ground. He huffed out his nose. “What do you want, Malik?”

Malik Al-Sayf stood down there in his white-and-grey novice uniform, hands on hips and staring directly up at Altaïr. “For you to come down from there so I can speak to you like a normal person,” he called flatly.

Altaïr kept his eyes on his fellow Assassin for a few seconds, before turning to look straight ahead.

Malik sighed beneath. “Insufferable,” he muttered.

Altaïr didn’t take his eyes off the open sky, returned to its unbothered near-peace -- until a grunting came from below. Altaïr snapped his gaze down -- only to see Malik trying to climb the wall.

What is he doing?! he thought as he watched Malik gingerly seek handholds and juts in the stone for his feet. He was much slower than Altaïr, and moved with far less swift grace than him -- but he was certainly climbing, and steadily so.

Eventually Malik heaved himself over the ledge, and brought himself to stand up so he could dust his white robes off.

Altaïr stared at him blankly. Why is he up here and what is he doing?

After a beat, Malik lowered himself back down to sit on the ledge, some inches from Altaïr.

Altaïr continued to stare.

“That was quite the stunt you pulled with Haroun earlier,” Malik said. If Altaïr didn’t know better, he would’ve thought Malik looked impressed. “I’m not sure anyone expected you to win.”

“Were you hoping I would fail?”

“I know you’re not to be underestimated,” Malik replied slyly. It wasn’t a yes or a no, but Altaïr didn’t quite care. “But,” he continued, “that’s not necessarily a good thing. Trying to pick fights with everyone and showing off isn’t exactly good way of making -- or keeping -- friends.”

“I know.”

Malik raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t the answer he had been expecting. “...so why are you doing this?”

Altaïr faced down. He knew why he did it. He knew why he pushed himself so hard in training, why he put it above trying to connect with other Assassins. It wasn't simply a desire to be better than his fellow novices, but to be better than himself. He didn't want to be Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, the stupid tragic orphan whose father everyone had seen or heard be executed right in front of Masyaf. Everyone said Umar Ibn-La-Ahad was a hero, that he had given his life to save the entire Brotherhood and Masyaf.

Yet Altaïr didn't want to be Umar’s son. He wanted his name to mean something else -- anything else. And he would much rather that the other boys said he was trying too hard or even that they feared him, all if it meant he wouldn't be the orphan.

But Altaïr would rather have jumped right off the ledge than told Malik any of that. So instead, he said nothing.

Silence did not follow Altaïr’s quiet. Somewhere in the distant blue sky, an eagle cawed. Down below, the village of Masyaf bustled with traders, its citizens, and Assassins returning from their missions far afield. The world was never truly silent -- Altaïr’s heightened senses made sure of that -- and so places like this, far above the world, were the closest thing he could find to peace and quiet.

Malik soon grew bored of the world’s sounds and looked at Altaïr, arching his neck to try to see his fellow novice’s face. “Do you even know why you do it?” he asked.

Altaïr turned his head away fully.

Malik sighed. Altaïr did not need his Second Sight to sense the disappointment rolling off Malik in waves.

“We're a Brotherhood, Altaïr,” Malik started, gesturing one of his hands in front of him, but leaving the other to carefully hold his perch. “We are meant to fight as one whole -- not as one alone. Haroun may have lost, but he at least knows this. He didn’t tell the masters that you were the other fighting in the ring.”

Altaïr glanced at Malik through the corner of his hood. I doubt he did that for the Brotherhood, he thought wryly. He just doesn’t want Al-Mualim to know he lost to a someone fighting blind.

“But this path you are leading… it will not end well. For you or anyone in the Brotherhood, I think. It is not too late to change. You can fix this-- talk to the others more, stop trying to be alone. Make some allies.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

Malik sighed. “I am not trying to give it. I am trying to stop any of this becoming a threat.”

Malik had chosen his words carefully, all too well-spoken for a thirteen-year-old. He hadn’t said what exactly would be a threat, nor to whom. He had not said whether he thought another would be a threat to Altaïr or… if Altaïr was to be a threat to the Brotherhood.

After a beat, Altaïr mumbled. “Ok. You can go now.”

“I could have gone at any time.” Malik turned to face forward. “But I climbed all the way up here, so I am going to enjoy the view first.”

Altaïr glanced forward too.

The two of them were not friends. But Malik was the other trainee who didn’t fear him -- and that was something. It had to be something.

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