#just all the fandoms I’ve been in before have been for wildly different types of media. the closest would have been hlvrai and

[qangelbluebird]

Going from dead/non-updating media to technically-updating-but-games-take-years-to-make media to qsmp is wild. From nothing to “the link is still missing where is missing link<-(it’s been a year)” to “do you remember,,,, QSMP,,,, it’s been decades<-(it has been five days. It is coming back in another five days. You people are fascinating(pos))”

#the link that is missing is kingdom hearts missing link btw. where is she #I am saying all of this affectionately y’all were being fed daily for ages it makes sense you’d miss it even for a bit #the dramatics is just very funny. we have fun here，if this was any other media you people would have starved/j #shout out to qsmp for being that good that people freak out when it’s gone for a few days #just all the fandoms I’ve been in before have been for wildly different types of media. the closest would have been hlvrai and #I got into that after it ended. seeing how fandom works for such an active story with so many different perspectives to watch from and #so many languages all at the same time is so interesting to me. hearing about things happening second hand from people live as they are #happening is wild. the interesting new lore happenings and the mundane yet entertaining chaos of non-lore days #the clips in languages I don’t speak being lovingly translated by people who are excited to share their sides of this story #how this is one story but it is also a thousand other stories each just as interesting and the fact that you people will tell us about #the bits that you focus on that we might have missed in a way that can spark our own interest and just #I love this thing I love it it’s great #this turned into me just talking about how cool qsmp is and the pocket of fans I follow huh. no regrets #blue babbles

[zombee]

I feel like the luckiest Our Flag Means Death fan in the world after the season 2 finale. By a series of incredible circumstances - including a significant metatextual realization that came in at the 11th hour - it was close to perfect for me.

This essay has everything. Completely normal behavior over a television series. Steven Universe references. The David Jenkins School of Whatever is Best for the Bit. Humbling catharsis.

First: this piece does not exist with the central thesis of “it’s okay to not like something but that’s not the same thing as it being bad.” I feel like thousands of words have already been written on this since Thursday, so I’m going to try to not get too in depth on that.

Second, cards on the table, because it’s relevant and I don’t want to waste your time if this is going to sour your ability to hear me out: I’m an Izzy Canyon hater. For MANY reasons, but from way before the concept of the Canyon existed, (some) Izzy fans pinged me in the same way as Snape/Kylo Ren fans did, and before May 2022 was over I went from genuinely enjoying Izzy’s character and place in the narrative to hating him because his fans made it impossible for me to enjoy him anymore.

(SOME! of his fans. Please don’t keep making me say this, although I’m not going to talk about the Canyon directly anymore after this. I know there are a ton of normal Izzy Enjoyers and even Canyonites, I am literally friends with many of them, please take this all in the good faith it’s intended and if you’re not One Of The Bad Ones then you’re fine! I very carefully don’t go anti-Izzy on main, and when I stopped enjoying his character, I stopped writing him into fics. I’m not trying to be a dick, I just want to be honest. Anyway.)

The season 2 finale made me weep over Izzy Goddamn hands.

ALL season long, I was disgruntled. All season long. I really, truly, DEEPLY appreciated what they were doing with his character and arc, I thought it was wildly on brand for the themes of community/queerness in the show, I saw the vision, I liked it!!! But. I wanted a fucking apology, yall. I needed three seconds of “sorry I called you a slur, Ed :/” and that would have been enough. But I had to let it go. It was poisoning my enjoyment of the whole season, which I loved with very little exception (not none!) and I just had to let it go. I wasn’t getting an apology. That didn’t negate what they were doing with his character.

Yall. They withheld the apology on purpose.

THIS FUCKING SHOW!!!

Let’s go back a bit. I was at the episode 6 + 7 screening, and the breakup shook me. Probably a LOT more than if I had watched it alone in bed at 3am on my laptop - five days of no sleep after NYCC, lots of emotions, seeing it on a big screen with a hundred other intense fans, etc etc - but I did see other folks reacting in parallel ways to me when the episodes aired to the regular public, so maybe I would have felt the same way. Regardless, I was mad at Stede and to a lesser extent Ed. I NEEDED AN APOLOGY FOR THAT FISH LINE. I needed it! “Whativah” autocorrects to “WHATIVAH” in my phone. I was going through it.

(When I rewatched the episode when it aired it was not nearly as bad as I remember, lol)

So now the episode 8 screeners go out and the reviews drop and I think I catch one half-glimpse of a “What a heartbreaking ending!” kind of snippet, and some of my friends who are spoiler fiends unintentionally drop little hints about similar ideas (devastating/heartbreaking/split the fandom) type shit.

And I was a fucking WRECK! about it.

I do love this whole show with my whole chest. I do!!! But I’m not rotted because this is an excellent television show, I’m rotted because two old men kiss each other! On the MOUTH!!! in an excellent television show. You get it, right? I’ve written 700,000 words across almost 100 fics and 98% of them are dedicated to those two men falling in love in different universes. 

So it just did not even occur to me the “heartbreak/devastation/fandom split” would be about anything but Gentlebeard.

Another piece of this that was fucking me up - David Jenkins and his “satisfactory” ending biz. My brain was reacting like this show was ENDING ending, even if I knew logically! that this is just season 2!!! And I wasn’t ready for that, because what if it wasn’t personally satisfying, and I’m a mess about it? Why was I so worried about not liking it? I’d liked the whole season! Even if they didn’t nail the landing I wasn’t going to stop writing fic or hanging out with my pirate community & friends. 

…is what I kept trying to tell myself, but the way anxiety disorders work is funny like that lol. What if I did stop writing fic and hanging out in pirate spaces? That would hurt much more than a show I like disappointing me. And for anyone who’s having that experience with ofmd s2, I’m so very, very sorry. It sucks and that’s where my epiphany came from on Wednesday before the finale.

Because it has happened to me before.

I flit from hyperfocus to hyperfocus, as ya do when you’re spicy, but the last thing to get its hooks in me PROPERLY like pirates was Steven Universe. And I did NOT like the way the regular season ended!!! (I actually really did like most of Future; that’s not what I mean. I mean season 5). I don’t like how they handled the Diamonds, tldr; I think the scope of their villainy got too out of hand, and I was left grieving the thing that had meant enough to me I ran a fan convention for four years based around it. 

Side note: imagine if I had channeled the hyperfocus of almost a million words of fanfiction into an American OFMD con instead. We could have made magic :( I did consult with Our Con Means Death though so I am at least a teeny tiny bit of that one!

I did not like the way Steven ended… but I do respect the story they were telling and think they told it well.

I’m still sad about it. Steven is still one of my most beloved, it will always be beautiful and great to me, but that experience did and does sully my memories. There is so, so, so, SO much more good than bad from being in that fandom, and I cherish it. And I hope, if you’re having this experience with OFMD right now, that you’ll find similar comfort.

But, like I said at the top, “it’s okay to not like something but that’s not the same thing as it being bad” has been belabored already by people better at writing about it than me. I just had the incredible privilege to remember my brush with lower case T trauma and having that experience in my last REALLY big deal fandom. That’s why I had been so extra anxious about being disappointed. Because it happened to me before. It helped so much to connect those two.

So the finale happens, and it’s actually about twelve hours of me going from “eh, rushed but fun, whole season was great” to “THIS MAYBE IS THE BEST SHOW OF ALL TIME, ACTUALLY!”

BECAUSE THIS SHOW MADE ME CRY OVER IZZY FUCKING HANDS!!!!

They literally told me this was the story they were telling this season. “Men can change” “The end  of piracy” “Ed leaving Blackbeard behind (ish).”

As for me? I didn’t get an apology for the fish. Instead, I got “Sorry I was a dick.” “You weren’t a dick. Life’s a dick.”

Just… fuckity BAM. THREE FUCKING SENTENCES resolving that fight. Saying so much in so little.

In real life, should these two men have an actual conversation about this shit? Sure!!! But that’s not how OFMD tells its stories!

It works in symbolism. It works in vibes. It works in an hour’s worth of content into each half-hour episode, and for how much lamenting I have done about the pacing, I would prefer that 100x to having to stretch it out too much.

I have said since March 24, 2022 that OFMD wields anachronism as a weapon. First and foremost, it’s fucking funny, but in addition to that, it’s stating clearly: “This is a fantasy world. This is not real history. This show is about romance (and so much more than that), and the rest is just VIBES!!!”

Sometimes vibes can be historical accuracy. Sometimes vibes can be true emotional poignancy. Sometimes vibes can be Ed finding his sunken leathers in the sea, changing underwater somehow, and coming out of the ocean like the Birth of Fucking Venus, because water and rebirth and mermaids and shit is all very prominent this season. And ALSO, and this is very important! BECAUSE IT LOOKS FUCKING COOL!

I don’t want to do much real Izzy meta here. It’s been said by others, and better than me. But it was telegraphed and it was symbolic – he was the paragon of Traditional Piracy in season 1, for goodness’ sake, and Traditional Piracy is Toxic Masculinity, and he was a part of Blackbeard and Ed had to leave Blackbeard behind (yknow, ish), and he got this ABSOLUTLEY FUCKING LOVELY! storyline about appreciating what a (queer) community can do, and god fucking shit fucking dammit… most of all, best of all (for me), was Buttons landing on Izzy’s grave at the end. Men can change. And Izzy DID!!! He did it for Ed. For love. For community. I am puzzled by “it’s fucked up to use Izzy to further Ed’s storyline” because… this was Ed’s season, in the way that season 1 was Stede’s. And Ed cannot be removed from piracy as a whole (neither can Stede!) so to have this old, set in his ways, coded-queerphobic character blossom to the point he can give this gift to Ed and to piracy… idk man. I just find it so fucking beautiful.

It is okay not to like what they did. It’s okay!!! It’s okay, and it’s okay to mourn, and while it’s not okay to do [insert vile behavior here], it’s okay to carefully examine what you think is “bad writing” vs “what you would have preferred to happen” and give good-faith, textually-based criticism on that.

But I want to remind you over and over and over again, this show works on vibes. It tells its stories leaving many, many, many gaps. There are many things I would have liked to see, and y’know what? I would have told the Izzy story differently. I would have personally done it differently. But it’s not my show! It’s not my show, and I am humbled and delighted to remember that, and to appreciate Our Flag Means Death for what it is and not what it isn’t.

Other words have been written better than I could about the 18 months between seasons 1 and 2 and what that does to us as rabid fans with expectations of how things will go. Millions and millions and millions of words have been written about OFMD, fictional and non, and that is going to color our expectations and experience. We had built it up SO MUCH in our minds and along the way I think some of us forgot (INCLUDING ME!!!) that it is first and foremost about Vibes.

The vibes of Izzy’s death are about rebirth and forgiveness and leaving traditional piracy behind. And he got to die in Ed’s arms, knowing (HAPPILY!) that he had been wrong, and giving Ed the gift of letting him know he is loved, and being a part of something. We had a funeral but we also had a wedding. The only constant is change. Men, piracy, Blackbeard; it all changes. And Izzy found peace in that.

Before my last point, I want to @ myself on things I felt versus realizing in the end it is (I will say it until I’m blue in the face) about vibes.

· I was convinced they left Buttons’ transformation ambiguous because they wanted to leave room for it not having been real. NO!!! It is real, until they decided it isn’t. Magic in the OFMD universe? Fucking why not!!! IT’S SYMBOLIC!!! IT’S IMPORTANT TO ED’S STORYLINE AND THE CENTRAL THESES OF THE SHOW!

· I was unhappy, and still am a little, about the Polycule Situation, but now that I realize Oluwande is Zheng’s Stede… I am less so. The Zheng : Auntie :: Ed : Izzy vibes, btw? Fuckin immaculate.

·        Obviously they touched on Stede/Ed’s “killing people trauma” but I’d reallyyyy like Stede to address it, and even though I think Ed’s is left on a very satisfying note, I’d like him to dip a bit more into it as well. But if they don’t, oh well! It’s not like they ignored it, they just didn’t have a Deep Dive like I Wanted Them To!

· They didn’t deal with Ed throwing Stede’s shit away. They just ignored it! Stede started to collect new trinkets, and I believe that was as much about giving the audience back the old feeling of the Revenge as it was anything important (not to say it wasn’t also important thematically!!!). Just like Ed going back to his leathers is both Extremely Important thematically and about putting Taika back in the leathers because that’s what Blackbeard should be wearing for the epic final scenes for the sake of visually keeping the show consistent. That’s Blackbeard’s uniform.

· Stede’s frilly little outfits my beloved. God I hope they give him back some of his frippery in season 3. I think they will re: cursed suit BUT his journey this season was about something else, so!

· Ed’s stupid little non-profit non-apology, oh my god. It was so funny. And there is a transition from eps 5 to 6 where Ed is back in his leathers and the crew is more comfortable around him. They didn’t have to have him do a Real Apology, it’s implied it was all settled. What was the timeline? A day? DOESN’T MATTER, BABY, VIBES!!!

· Lots more, I’m sure, but now that I’ve tried to let it all go, I’m remembering less of what I wanted and appreciating what I got!

And, last point here, I think it is also very very very important to remember that a lot of people are normal about this show. In fact, WAY more people are normal about this show than aren’t. And that is EXTREMELY! IMPORTANT!!! because otherwise it wouldn’t be profitable and we all know what would happen then. We are the core of it, to be sure. Without word of mouth that stems from our intensity, this show would not be NEARLY as successful as it is. I truly, truly believe that.

But.

Do normies need deeply emotional discussions dissecting the central relationships? No. What normies need is Ed and Stede running dramatically toward each other on the beach and kissing. And I am happy, so fucking happy, to realize that’s what I need too. I’ve got fanworks for the rest.

I love this fucking show and this fucking fandom and its fucking creators so much. Fuck.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2

[seek--rest]

Curious why you think Tomdaya going public contributed to fandom going down. Thanks for your thoughts.

Let me first give the total and complete disclaimer that this is just my own thots and opinions, based on observation and interaction with the spideychelle fandom for the past four years. If you love tomdaya and think I’m wrong, that’s fine! I’m not your mom. I literally cannot control what you think so, remember that before any of you come in and start sending me death threats.

That being said, heres why:

when I first joined this fandom, I was told by several others who were around much longer than I that some if not all of the OG writers (and readers!!) were hardcore tomdaya fans first, Peter and MJ fans second. Their love for Peter and MJ was not just inspired by the actors that play them, but was directly related. I thought this was an exaggeration because surely Peter Parker and MJ— some of the famous comic book characters— weren’t JUST beloved because of who played them.

Only to then later find out that a lot of those same OGs dipped when the actors (presumably) broke up. But w/e, still didn’t put a lot of stock into it.

Fast forward to the lead up of NWH. Fandom is at a FEVER PITCH. Almost everyone is a Spider-Man fan. THOUSANDS are in love with Peter and MJ. Immediately after it’s released there’s so much fic in tag it’s— for the first time in my four years— overwhelming to try and keep up.

HOWEVER

It is no secret that the ending to NWH was— to put it mildly— devastating for large swaths of spideychelle fans for reasons I harshly disagreed with then and STILL do now

Namely that it’s so depressing and sad because it’s fandom, who gives a fuck about canon if you hate it. Write something different. It’s not like all of fandom just agreed with the identity reveal. I didn’t then and still don’t now get why people didn’t just ignore the ending en masse.

AND— that it was “fan service” for all the wrong people/reasons or that it wasn’t the Peter and MJ they loved or that it was “disrespectful” to tear apart their “great love story” To me, again— this is silly. Peter Parker in the MCU is not and has never been this bumbling sweet innocent boy nor did Peter and MJ ever actually have a relationship on screen. I think people just genuinely read too much fanfic and forgot what kind of movies actually existed.

(I can say this because I’ve literally written hundreds of fanfics so I’m not just being a hater lmao)

You might be wondering: how does that tie-in with the actors dating irl???? Well. My theory is that people were right: most spideychelle fans, they were Tom and Zendaya (and/or Tomdaya) fans first, spideychelle second. They might enjoy the characters or like them, but push comes to shove, they’re not here for the characters in and of themselves: they want to see Tom and Zendaya.

(Which also speaks to the kind of tropes people want in fic and the type of material they want in canon, 80% of which doesn’t make sense for spider-man)

When canon was disappointing/not what they wanted, it was a lot easier to get over it / leave because the true object of their affection (the actors) was still there and PUBLIC. There wasn’t any need to write or want to read fics about Peter and MJ in ANY scenario because? They can just project, discuss and dissect the paparazzi photos, appearances, discourse of the real life actors. That was the main draw anyway so the spideychelle “ending” being disappointing in NWH, in this viewpoint, just helped cut out the middle man.

You might be saying “seek, that’s wildly speculative” and it is! But it’s based on years of observation…… and I’ve also deadass seen commentary and reblogs from people who basically said as much, preferring “spideychelle” stories that were no-powers or had very little to do with spider-man and that they were glad tomdaya is “real” now anyway lmao

It’s just a theory, and likely isn’t true for everyone. I have strong feelings about how people objectify and stalk the actors so maybe that influences how I see it all but! There it is!

#seek speaks

[nikethestatue]

I’m apologizing in advance because this a long one, but once I get going sometimes I just don’t know how to stop 😅

I’m a new follower of yours and for awhile was just a casual ACOTAR reader. After a recent re-read I decided to jump into the online fandom and *wowzers* was I surprised to discover the massive shipwars happening. Being a casual reader like many, (and not having seen nor even possessing the knowledge of the Azriel bonus chapter) I was always under the impression the next couple to be was Elriel. After seeing all the hullabaloo and noise regarding Gwynriel, I was confused and sought out the BC. Here is what I would like to contribute to the conversation after reading it…

First let me explain what I do for a living and how it applies to my thought process. I produce unscripted television episodes - my official title is Story Producer. I work in post production and am responsible for assembling and tracking the story for my designated episodes. Now, obviously television and books are wildly different mediums, however, the art of storytelling is universal and as a professional storyteller I’m banking all my chips on Elriel. Their ship has been seeded many times throughout the earlier books and I do not believe that the addition of the Gwyn character is going to change that rather than merely shake things up. I see a lot of Gwynriel supporters screaming why would SJM even have the interaction with Gwyn and Az if it wasn’t important… I think the answer to that is simple - It’s classic misdirection. Even though it’s a chapter that clearly not everyone is even aware of and takes place middle of the book’s timeline, I believe it’s ultimately meant to be treated as a cliffhanger. And what storytelling device is often used in cliffhangers??… misdirection. A tactic we employ often in the shows I work on. Even the wording surrounding the dancing shadows and the glowing necklace image seems very deliberately misleading and can be interpreted in multiple ways - which we have already seen from all of the ship camps (I myself am a supporter of the Gwyn lightsinger theory).

Given the types of meetings I experience at my job discussing character arcs, relationships, likability, audience perception, etc., I think it’s possible that similar conversations happened with SJM and her editing/publishing teams regarding Elain’s book. (Yes! I, too, believe her book is next!!!) And based on what I’ve seen to be a large portion of the fandom’s negative and grossly misogynistic attitude towards Elain, it’s possible they felt the need to drum up more interest for sales. Personally, I don’t think you need more interest than having Rhys outright command Az to stay away. I know what non-Elriels are squawking about enemies to lovers reigning supreme or whatever, but to me a forbidden romance (along with a broken or rejected mate bond) sounds soooo deliciously refreshing… but maybe the publishers were worried it might not have been enough to convince Elain nay-sayers to tune in next time, cue the Gwyn/Az cliffhanger.

I am by no means stating that everyone should listen to me because my profession dictates that I am 100% right in this (I’m just a storyteller of a different kind waiting on pins and needles for Sep 8th just like everyone else!!). I’m merely chiming in on the discussion from my perspective. And despite some very vocal Gwynriels deeming Elriel a “sinking ship”, I truly don’t believe SJM seeded said ship for three books only to change her mind before it even comes to fruition. That would be some very strange and bad storytelling. And no - Tamlin, Chaol, etc. isn’t the same thing. Those weren’t just multiple books of only build up, so that is a useless argument. And I definitely don’t believe she set up Azriel to “only want sex from Elain” after all this time. That obviously wouldn’t make him very likable and I highly doubt that is the goal for one of her beloved batboy creations, especially after making us wait all these years for insight into his character.

I have several other thoughts about the delusion of Elucians and Elain “not looking good in black” theories, but I’ll stop here haha. Sorry for rattling your ear off 😂 I’m just such a fan of your blog and wanted to share my two cents while we all eagerly await the *hopefully* upcoming news!!!

No, rant away, because this is actually perfect!

Because that's what we've been saying for years! It IS misdirection and somewhat of a lame attempt at an additional conflict and a cliffhanger.

Because if SJM wants to make this book spicier in terms of 'choice' it's nice to have people wonder, since a choice between just between 3 people isnt always all that interesting. But if there is another figure seemingly in the mix, it would seem like something else is going on.

It's kind of like Rhys expressing shock in ACOTAR and just disappearing. I don't think this is at the same level obviously, but it also makes people pause and wonder.

And no, she will not have an unresolved romance which she'd been building up for years just not happen. That's ridiculous.

it's the same thing as with Elrocan in TOG. They were built up over a course of many books. They were the background love affair, and they didn't consummate until the final book. Now imagine, when suddenly.........nothing happened. Elide met someone else and walked away from Lorcan. How would people feel about that?

[gffa]

On page 419 of Death’s End and I am going to GNAW ON THE WALLS PRETTY SOON because this series has enthralled me.  I’m not sure what I expected when I picked up the book and honestly I’m not sure knowing ahead of time would have made much difference--I’m reading reviews for the early books, trying to gather my thoughts together, because they feel like they’re pinging off in a dozen different directions at once, and thinking about how I probably would have felt like this was overhyped, either before I read it or once I’d read it. Because what really gets me about this series is the absolutely relentless pacing of it and how it feels to experience that.  From the outset, if you’d explained the structure of the story to me, as I’ve wanted to several times when talking about the book, because I feel I should give an accurate view of what it’s like, I think I would have been less than enthused.  It’s incredibly brisk, the characters aren’t ones that really lend themselves towards fandom-type Blorbos (though, I do love several of them), and it’s about weaving together culture, science, and the fundamental questions about what drives sentient people. With each scene, the story keeps moving forward, there’s always a new puzzle to tease out, a new question about what motivates an alien race that we may or may not think similarly to, that humanity is stepping onto a galactic playing field that’s been going on for longer than they know, and the nature of the universe.  I had no idea what to expect when I read the premise of the books, other than that it was reasonably hard scifi, which it is, but at a more fundamental level, I think it’s mostly about what people do when they discover new things and what that means in regards to your relationships with other peoples. The way the story is written, almost like a series of puzzles to solve, then a bombshell is dropped, and you have a new series of puzzles to figure out, is an absolute rush to read, it’s addictive and more than one night I stayed up just to read one more chapter, because the reveal moments work so damn well each time.  The answers the story gives, even the way it leads to more questions, satisfied me every single time.  Especially because the answers weren’t always nice ones, so I never knew whether the characters would figure their way out of this one or if they would be trapped in a corner and have to face a terrible cost. This is very much a story about humans facing what seems like an impossible mountain to climb and the messy, shell-shocked feeling of how all of that plays out. Is this a perfect series?  No, I can see why some people warned me about parts of it, especially that there are some moments of side-eye-worthy sexism, but what the story delivers on is fantastic and it’s made me genuinely excited to read more genre stories again, because I fell in love with that sense of exploration, of discovery of what’s around the next corner that’s wildly imaginitive, that a story can grip me in the thrall of desperately wanting to know where all of this is going.

#lumi.txt #the three body problem #remembrance of earth's past

[wander-wren]

one thing i’m really excited for in Three of Swords (po3 rewrite) is figuring out how to balance fanon and canon interpretations of characters. especially since i have to choose which fanon interpretations to use!

i got into warriors around what i’m unofficially dubbing the middle age, bc i like naming things, it’s fun. this coming after the golden age of the fandom, yknow, firestar doesnt like waffles and sss warrior cats and emo scourge and cringe ocs. to my eyes, the fandom culture after that was focused on improving art (better animation and art and fanfic overall, i remember a ton of guides on how to avoid common fanfic mistakes) but still had a lot of the same trappings of early fandom. especially in the opinions about characters—remember everyone hating dovewing and loving ivypool?

then in the past few years its like things have shifted. the demographic as a whole feels older now, but maybe that’s just me—i don’t know how popular wc is with the current eleven year olds. but i’ve seen a lot of “x character deserved better” and “i was wrong about y character” type sentiments (i was one of them! sorry, dovewing). some of the same topics keep being retread, but the consensus on them has changed. there’s probably an essay in there somewhere.

but back to Three of Swords. i haven’t actually reread po3 in a while (it’s on my list, lol), so all my own thoughts are also colored by nostalgia and years of fanon. i have a lot of space here to explore breezepelt, since the story will be windclan-centric, and i have to decide what to keep from canon and from fanon, as well as deciding what role i want him to play. i want to make the Three a little scarier, more powerful and more mystical, really set apart from their clanmates, but i don’t want to lose too much of their canon personalities.

even starclan could go several ways. are they malevolent, benevolent? powerful or incompetent? with crowfeather now being the three’s mother and nightcloud being present but not directly a parent, how does that change their characters? i still think crowfeather was absolutely unprepared to be a parent to breezepelt, but the circumstances are wildly different now.

and what about onestar and firestar? with the three in windclan and firestar still receiving the kin of kin prophecy, how long will it take to put together, and what does that do to clan relations? what version of onestar do i even want to write, with how inconsistent he is?

and i’ve said it before, i’ll say it again: what the hell am i supposed to do with sol? i definitely want him to play a bigger role, but i’m still throwing around ideas as to how to do that and how he ties into the larger dark forest plot.

the final thing i’m really adamant about is portraying these cats as, well, young. nightcloud, crowfeather, leafpool, and squirrelflight all started the new prophecy as apprentices. in my rewrite, by the time the Three are born they’ve only been warriors (or medicine cats) for 4-5 moons. that makes them adults for a little less than a year by the time the Three are apprenticed, which is when i’m thinking of starting Three of Swords unless i can think of something interesting to do in their kithood.

they’re very young and have had really tumultuous apprenticeships/early adulthoods, and that’s not stopping anytime soon. the Three are incredibly young, and every individual thing they deal with would be a lot, but all of it? i know the fandom view on hollyleaf specifically has been shifting from this sort of badass murder queen to the scared, confused kid making bad choices she was, and i want to write about that. and give lionblaze a character beyond “fighty man goes dark side.” and give jayfeather a character other than “grumpy snark. also is blind.”

annnnd this got away from me oops. happy anniversary. i have a love-hate relationship with po3 because it’s got SO MUCH happening but also NOTHING happening.

#warrior cats #hollyleaf #jayfeather #lionblaze #crowfeather #leafpool #power of three #3 of swords #3os #overwriting epitaphs #wren wrambles

[acacia-may]

Phew, okay... it's a very crack ship and I often got question why I ship them when I mentioned it, but... I really love it, so can you do Nozel x Vanessa for the shipping bingo, please?

Sure thing! Thank you for the ask, anon! 💖

Vanessa x Nozel:

(Didn’t get a bingo this time 😅 I’ve randomly generated a new card for each ask—maybe I would’ve done better to keep with the original…)

Discussion and headcanons under the cut

Vanessa and Nozel:

I honestly hadn’t really considered this one until I joined the fandom. Vanessa is one of my favourite Black Clover characters, and there’s not a lot of content about her in terms of fanfictions and such so I went on this big binge where I read a wide variety of fics with her in them (regardless of pairings ect.), and this included several about her and Nozel. It’s a fun concept that has grown on me, and I can see the appeal given that they have such wildly different personalities. I really like the idea of Nozel ending up with someone who gets him to lighten up, given that he is so tightly wound and serious most of the time, and I could see Vanessa benefiting from a relationship with someone who has a more grounding, steady influence since she’s a bit wild and free-spirited. I think I’d need to see them interact more in the canon before I'd say I ship it, but I can see the potential. 😊

Honestly, Vanessa is one of those characters who I could see ending up happy in lots of different relationships with lots of different people, so I suppose it’s really just up to her and the type of person she would choose to share her life with. Nozel is a bit of a trickier one because I’m not sure if he even knows what type of person he’d want to be with if he had that choice. In my mind, he has probably just expected to eventually be forced into a political alliance, arranged marriage, and he has such a strong sense of duty and responsibility that I think he wouldn’t even allow himself to wish for or even entertain the possibility of getting to make such decisions on his own. That said, they are both royalty (or at least I headcanon that there are since, in my mind at least, Vanessa is the Witch Queen’s biological daughter and the “crown princess” of the Forest of Witches) so I don’t think it would be too much of a problem if they decided they wanted to marry each other. I suppose the question for me is whether that’s something they would want—whether they’d choose each other. We haven’t really gotten to see them interact in the canon yet (and I wish we would) so it’s hard to say what they’d think of each other. I could see them not getting along at first—especially given how protective Vanessa is of Noelle. In the beginning, I think she’d probably view Nozel with the same kind of distaste she has for Langris (given her friendship with Finral and how nasty Langris has been to him). But I can imagine Vanessa overcoming that with Langris and them becoming friends, so I think she and Nozel could eventually reach a similar kind of understanding and become friends one day too, once Nozel shows her that he has genuine remorse for the way he treated Noelle and is making a genuine effort to make amends with his sister.

As for their personalities, I can see them either growing to really appreciate their differences and having this lovely balance with each other or just completely butting heads and struggling to get along. It’s a hard call for me there. On the one hand, it’s possible that she’d find him too stuffy and too much a stick in the mud, and/or perhaps he’d find her too wild, reckless, and irresponsible. But on the other hand, it’s also possible that they’d come to love these differences in each other—that he’d love her independence, strong will, and free spirit and she’d love his loyalty, his depth, and his desire to do the right thing. I’m not sure if I can say how they would feel about each other and how all of that would shake out without more context from the canon, but if they grow to love each other and did decide they wanted to be together, I could get behind it. The circumstances just have to be right, I think. 💖

Some headcanons about them:

Nozel is affectionately nicknamed “Braids” by the Black Bulls the first time Vanessa brings him round to properly meet her friends. He does not like the nickname, but unfortunately, it sticks even to the point that he ends up as “Uncle Braids” for a period of time once the Bulls start having kids.

Vanessa and Nozel keep their relationship a secret for a while, only because they don’t want things to be awkward (with her friends especially) if things don’t end up working out. Vanessa often teases him that all the sneaking around is exciting, but Nozel, even though he is a private person and doesn't think his love life is anyone else's business, would much rather have their relationship out in the open so he doesn’t feel like he’s doing something wrong and also so Vanessa won’t think he has ill-intentions towards her. He is quite the gentleman and rather old-fashioned in that way, and Vanessa thinks it is very sweet.

When they finally do decide to tell their friends, Fuegoleon and Finral are told first and are both extremely happy for them. Their other friends have varying reactions when they are told. Dorothy thinks it’s hilarious and is very supportive, and the majority of the Silver Eagles’ squad is surprised that their Captain is actually interested in romance, as he’s usually all business. The Black Bulls are mostly surprised and take a bit to come around to the idea. Captain Yami just laughs, and Charmy thinks Vanessa has settled but not as much as she could have. Asta has to be told several times before he finally understands, and Luck and Magna immediately challenge Nozel to a sparring match so he can prove that he’s “worthy” of her.

Noelle doesn’t exactly know how to feel about their relationship at first, but she is eventually very happy for them and loves having Vanessa as a sister-in-law (even if, on some level, she thinks Vanessa sort of settled for her brother 😅). Vanessa does not put up with any rubbish from Solid or Nebra, but I could imagine she would eventually be on cordial terms with them if they put in the effort to make amends with Noelle. Vanessa gets along fairly well with everyone, after all, but she doesn’t have any patience for people hurting her friends. Her ability to hold her own against the Silvas, earns her their respect on some level, I think, and it's definitely something Nozel really likes and admires about her.

Vanessa is extremely touchy-feely and openly affectionate, but Nozel is very shy about that kind of thing. He does not like showing affection in public, and Vanessa holding his hand under the table at a fancy dinner with the other magic knight captains is enough to make him blush a distinctive pink. He cares about her, however, and wants her to feel loved so he does his best to learn how to be more affectionate at home—mostly through little things like patting her shoulder when he walks by or pushing her hair out of her face or kissing her forehead.

Nozel likes to show his affection through giving gifts, and, over their years together, he has given Vanessa a wide variety of beautiful and expensive jewelry, including a necklace that belonged to his mother, Acier.

Nozel dates Vanessa for a long time before proposing, to the point that even Vanessa who really wasn’t in that much of a hurry to get married to begin with, is questioning, “Are you ever going to ask me?” 😂 Nozel wants the big, somewhat stuffy, traditional wedding befitting Clover Kingdom nobility (not because it’s what he wants for himself but because it’s what is expected of him), and Vanessa eventually concedes since she knows this is important to him. She does get her rowdy, high-energy reception though, which (to the embarrassment of most of the stuffy nobles and royals in attendance) is a huge party with lots of booze. 😂

They have three children together: fraternal twin girls, then a boy. One of the daughters is named Acier after Nozel’s mother. (I know it’s very popular to have the name go to Asta & Noelle’s kid, but since Nozel had such a deep connection with his mom, I’ve always liked the idea that Noelle lets him have the name for one of his kids). I love the idea of Nozel as a “girl dad”—I imagine he’s a very devoted father (if a little protective, especially of his daughters). Vanessa as a mother is one of my favourite things too—she would be such a good parent, and I love the idea of her having twins given all of the Rapunzel vibes in her backstory. 💖 (Though I am sure it came as a big surprise to Nozel who was already very stressed about having one child--let alone two. Vanessa helps him lighten up about it though, and they both love their children very much). One of their daughters takes after Nozel and the other takes after Vanessa. Their son takes after his Aunt Noelle. 😊

Thanks again for the ask, anon, and for playing my bingo game! 🥰

#answered asks #ship bingo #ask games #thanks for the ask anon! #vanessa x nozel #nozel silva x vanessa enoteca #nozel x vanessa #sure why not #black clover headcanons #black clover ships headcanons

[daswarschonkaputt]

between the sheets ch 2 preview

Fandom: Kinnporsche | Pairing: Kinn/Porsche | Rating: E | AO3

A boyfriend can go so many places a bodyguard can’t. As the threat of a potential leak in their security forces looms large, Khun Korn hatches a plot to place an added layer of protection around his heir presumptive. Enter Porsche, former bartender, current bodyguard, and reluctant fake boyfriend of Kinn Theerapanyakul.

“I’ve said it before,” Pete says, “but you really do have balls of absolute steel, don’t you, Porsche?”

Porsche leans back on the bar top of Yok’s bar, watching Tankhun dance wildly with Arm and Pol. “Tankhun’s not that scary,” he says.

“Compared to Kinn, maybe,” Pete agrees. “Speaking of, does he know you’re here?”

Porsche shrugs, taking a sip of his glass of water. “You going to snitch on me?”

“Without hesitation,” Pete says.

“I left a note.”

Pete stares at him, somewhere between impressed and horrified. “Seriously, Porsche. Balls of steel.”

Porsche snorts. “Relax, Pete. It’s not a big deal. I’m not breaking any rules.” When the horror doesn’t leave Pete’s face, he puts his glass down on the bar, and turns to explain. “Since the incident, I’m not permitted to leave the Compound without a detail accompanying me, but because Kinn’s busy doing whatever the hell it is he’s up to these days, there aren’t enough men spare for me to be assigned my own security team. So, it’s fine, so long as I tag along with someone else in the family who has a detail. Like Tankhun.”

Pete keeps staring.

“Okay, c’mon. Cut that out. Kinn’s not going to kill you just because I’m a little wilful.”

“Did you—” Pete breaks off. “Porsche. Be honest. Did you get Tankhun to leave the estate just because you had—cabin fever, or something?”

Porsche picks up his glass of water to hide his smile.

“You’re insane. You’re the future husband of the Clan Leader, and you’re genuinely insane.”

Porsche laughs. “Hey, as your future boss, haven’t I earned a bit more respect than that?”

“Oh, my apologies, Khun Porsche. You’re fucking insane.” Porsche shoves him lightly. Pete shoves him back. “Where did Khun Kinn even find someone like you? You’re—”

“Not his type?” Porsche finishes.

“—unusual for a mafia moll.”

Pete and Porsche stare at each other.

“Did you just call me a moll?” Porsche asks.

“Shut up.”

“I will pay you good money to say that again to Kinn’s face,” Porsche says. “Ten grand. Right here, right now, if you use that word the next time you’re within five feet of Kinn. Twenty grand if Chan’s there too.”

“You really want him to kill me, huh?” Pete asks. “And what the hell did you mean, you’re not Khun Kinn’s type? Who said that to you?”

Porsche shakes his head.

“Seriously, Porsche, Khun Kinn will flip his shit if he hears people talking about you like that,” Pete says. “If it’s a bodyguard, it’s better that you tell me so I can deal with it without getting him involved.”

“Is it untrue?” Porsche asks.

Pete hesitates.

Porsche smiles pointedly at him.

Pete exhales. “Look, Porsche, yes, it’s true that Khun Kinn’s usual tastes in, uh—”

“Whores?”

“—partners,” Pete goes on, “are a bit—different, to you, but you must have noticed that the way people treated you changed after the product launch.”

“Sure,” Porsche agrees easily.

“That’s because you almost died, and you stuck around afterwards,” Pete says. “Khun Kinn values loyalty above all else. Appearance, voice, mannerisms, all of that’s—irrelevant. It’s clear to anyone who’s paying any attention that he cares for you, very deeply.”

There haven’t been many times, since he started this ridiculous charade with Kinn, that Porsche has felt bad about lying. But something about that sentence – he cares for you, very deeply – sinks like a stone in his gut. It takes Porsche a long time to figure out that the weight in his stomach is loneliness.

He cares for you, very deeply. What a fucking joke.

#fic: between the sheets #kinnporsche fic #kaputt writes stuff #porsche really goes thru it this chapter and next i'm sorry guys #pete: ride or die?? no thank you i like my life #did i write this scene just so i could use the word ''moll''? #maybe #i amuse myself and that's all that matters

[highflyerwings]

Hi Jess out of curiosity when did you get into slash/shipping/bl?

Wishing u and Poe a good day 🥰

Hmm. Well first of all, I guess I should preface this by saying I got into fandom (at least in the online sense) later in life that most. I didn’t have an online presence until my senior year of high school, and that was just xanga and some random forums. It wasn’t until I was in college that I found LiveJournal and discovered the community for Star Trek (2009) which opened my eyes to shipping.

I knew what fanfic was before all this, but it was mostly reader insert type stuff. My irl friends and I used to trade notebooks back and forth writing fic together (for Hanson if you must know), but I hadn’t really paid much attention to the flip side of things — shipping characters or real people with each other. That’s where the NuTrek fandom came in.

Controversial maybe, but I wasn’t into shipping the characters of Star Trek, I was specifically into shipping the actors. Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto was my first pairing and the first thing I ever wrote fic for. And I wrote a lot. I wrote a lot for a few different pairings in that fandom.

Then came Supernatural. This time I shipped not only the actors but also the characters (yes, even Wincest). I wrote a lot for that fandom too. Maybe even more than ST. It fed my rare pair tendencies in a way not much has since. Any combination of characters, it’s almost guaranteed I shipped it (except Sam/Gabriel, for some reason that one never sat well with me).

Then came the HBO War fandom. Band of Brothers/The Pacific/Generation Kill. Pretty much a solely RPF fandom for obvious reasons. I never wrote anything official for that fandom but it did become my identity for a good few years of my life. Some of my best fandom friendships happened during that time. And yes, I shipped any and all pairings within the shows. Funnily enough I didn’t get too into shipping the actors though.

Hannibal happened somewhere in here, but to be honest I wasn’t too active in that fandom. Read some fic, didn’t write any. But obviously I was, and still am, a huge Hannigram shipper.

Now of course we’re at the kpop/kdrama fandom. Still shipping real people, but also back to shipping characters, still shipping any and all combinations of pairings. But it’s also the first fandom I’ve been in that shipping the real people seems to be largely taboo. I was a little taken aback by that when I first got into kpop to be honest. Especially because reader insert fic was so wildly approved of and accepted, but somehow shipping two of the members of a group together was not. It didn’t track for me — how is one okay and the other not? In any case, I think the RPF shipper in me found kpop so attractive for this very reason.

Shipping is fun and harmless. It’s fun to put two (or more? more is also fun) people or characters together and see how they interact. It’s fun to play around with power dynamics and emotions and whatever else using people who I’ve grown to care pretty deeply about for one reason or another. These kdrama characters are the first fictional characters that have inspired me to write in a long time. I don’t talk about shipping the actors too much publicly, but believe me, I very much do (Jinyoung’s dilf harem has to be put to good use somehow right?).

Anyways, I don’t know if this answered your question but that’s pretty much my evolution in fandom. I started out an RPF shipper and will die on the hill that there’s nothing wrong with it. I also think “shipping” is something completely different than canon pairings. Just because I ship it doesn’t mean I want it to be real (in real life or within the canon of a show or movie).

Ps. Poe is currently giving himself a bath in my lap as I type this. Our day is starting out pretty good.

#godotismissingx #fandom bullshit #idek what to tag this #the kdrama life #the kpop life #fandom and shipping also helped me come to terms with my own sexuality #I think this could be said for a lot of people #and I think it’s worth mentioning just because something weirds you out doesn’t mean it isn’t actively beneficial to someone else

[writteninsunshine]

Fuck You Very Much - Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - NSFWish

Title: Fuck You Very Much

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s House, Beach In The Human World

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)

Genre: Angst/Romance/Family

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 4551

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 12 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - Omegaverse, AU - A/B/O, A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse Dynamics, Angels And Demons, Ozzie’s Parents Suck, Unsanitary, Vomit, Vomiting, Fainting, Sexual Situations, Love Confessions, Angst, Established Relationship, Threats, Fantasy Racism, Religion, Blasphemy

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for Valore and Abstemiounessa.

Summary: Fizzarolli had never known Ozzie even had parents, much less that they'd be leaving Hell to meet them. Maybe he shouldn't have wanted to come so badly.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Alright, so, I’ve been toying with the idea of Ozzie’s Seraphim Royalty parents, since in one classification of demons he, alongside Beelzebub and Leviathan, were Seraphim princes. I have kind of combined a few different ones for the sake of it, to be honest. Demonology has always been a special interest of mine so this is fun for me. Regardless, Abstemiounessa (Ab-Steam-Ee-Oh-Ness-Uh) and Valore (Vale-Ore) are two of my newest OCs. 

This is going to be the first fic in a series of two, though I dunno if the second one is going to be a longshot or a chapter fic if I’m honest. At any rate, I love these two even if they’re absolutely assholes. They’re very pretty assholes.

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Fic Masterlist

Fuck You Very Much

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“Absolutely fucking not.” Ozzie’s voice was a loud, commanding growl, but Fizzarolli didn’t back down this time. He knew Ozzie would never hurt him, and so he felt comfortable in his defiance, standing his ground on the center island in the kitchen. Extending his legs, he kept himself just slightly lower than Ozzie’s eyes, his own cut into glowing slits as he pointed at him with a curved arm and sharp index finger.

“I’m going with you. You can’t just go to Earth alone!” Not like this, I don’t trust them went unsaid, because that was something wildly inappropriate for their relationship. It wasn’t like an imp could withstand a holy weapon; If Ozzie’s parents wanted to kill their son, the best Fizzarolli could do was be a demonic meat shield and hope for the best.

Anything for Ozzie.

The removal of his horns, arms, and legs in the name of lust, in the name of Ozzie’s pleasure, proved that, if nothing else. His devotion was wholly and intensely dedicated to Asmodeus, King of Lust, the best lay, the demon whose pores oozed sex appeal, the demon that understood him better than anyone. Olli chased any form of gratification, physical or otherwise, and his dogged faithfulness to Ozzie was due in part to that. Once one fucked literal lust himself, that was it. Nothing and nobody else could compare, and Ozzie had been gifted Olli’s virginity. He’d never been with anyone else, and he didn’t want to be.

“I’ll be fine, Olli Baby, it’s not that big a–”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” The authoritative tone from the imp before him took Ozzie aback, and he gazed at him with all three sets of eyes filled with intense scrutiny. Fizzarolli wasn’t the type to challenge him very often, he usually stuck to following Ozzie’s lead in most things, but if he put his foot down, he meant it, “I’m going with you and that’s the fucking end of it.”

For a moment, Ozzie simply gawked at him, his lips parted slightly, and it was the bull to move first. He nuzzled Fizzarolli’s cheek, followed by the goat head, and finally, the main one followed suit. The kiss he gave his imp was gentle, searching, needing something, some answer to a question malformed and ugly in his head. It lasted too long, made the air polluted by the acrid scent of upset that brought tears to Olli’s eyes, and finally, Ozzie pulled back.

“I… I don’t wanna see you get hurt.” He said this like he knew it was guaranteed that violence would befall them, and Fizzarolli thought he might be sick.

“So you know you’re going to get hurt, and you’re going alone anyway,” The thought made him gag and he had to take a moment to get himself back under control. Tears dripped down his cheeks that he willed away with all his heart but couldn’t stop them despite his best attempt, “And you want to leave me here to worry myself into an early grave.”

Those words pulled a loud snarl out of the King, who swiped up his imp into his arms and cradled him close to his face. Fizzarolli curled up against him on reflex, relishing in all three heads nuzzling and pressing close to him, unwilling to leave him be. However, he was still anxious, due to the growling, the dichotomy between the angry sounds and clingy behavior.

“Don’t you fucking say that. Don’t… Don’t say it. Never say that to me ever again.” Ozzie was terrified of what would happen to him when his mortal demon died. Eighty, ninety years might seem like a long time to Olli, but to Ozzie, it was the blink of an eye. He didn’t want to think about it, and he didn’t want to think of the other dying today, “You’re not fucking dying on me.” Not yet.

Blinking in confusion for a moment, Olli pushed lightly at the other’s face, and his little heart broke when he saw tears in Asmodeus’ eyes. His lower lip wobbled, and a couple of tears broke free, sliding down his lilac fur, and Olli kissed him again. It was desperate, passionate, an attempt to fix the problem he’d gone and created. Anything for Ozzie. Seeing him so bereaved at the mere thought of him getting hurt had his entire plan melting away from his mind, and for a moment they just sobbed together. Dampening their cheeks, sticking Ozzie’s fur to Olli’s face, they held on tight to one another with Olli’s arms and legs securing them together tightly.

When the crying finally ended, Olli was choking on his own snot, and Ozzie was a fountain of mucus, tears, and saliva. Letting Olli blow his nose, Ozzie didn’t dislodge him from his arms, keeping him close to his chest. Tomorrow was going to be a nightmare if Olli wouldn’t drop it and went with him, he was going to be a Satan damned mess, but it didn’t matter. Apparently, this was a hill he was ready to die on (the thought nearly killed Ozzie on the spot), and Ozzie couldn’t fight his whims forever. It was so often that Olli got exactly what he wanted because Ozzie struggled with telling him ‘no’ for very long.

That night, they went to bed without more than Ozzie gorging himself on Fizzarolli’s cock in a way that told Olli he’d upset him. His scent, spiced and warm as it was, was tinged with a damp, almost salty stench that kept making him flag. Somehow, he still racked up eight orgasms before finally falling asleep with a pounding headache. Neither of them was used to crying, which meant they weren’t capable of handling this on their own.

Ozzie’s need-induced insomnia was a problem he remedied with his pump, inserting his cock into the sleeve attached to the hose with a low moan. He wasn’t as interested as he could have been, should have been, but it didn’t stop him from sliding the vibrating wand deep inside his pussy and settling it there. His hips rolled up as he turned on both toys, and after a couple of desperately needed orgasms, Ozzie finally fell into a nightmare-plagued sleep. Sometime during the night, Fizzarolli curled up on his chest, and his dreams were batted away by the familiar warmth and weight of him there.

The next morning, neither of them were willing to talk about the overwhelmingly emotional night before, least of all the King himself. Ozzie had been awake for hours before Fizzarolli was, unable to keep himself asleep, and he wasted the time until his lover woke with the smutty novel he’d been reading. If he so much as slightly disturbed the imp asleep on his chest, he felt like he just might lose touch with reality.

Whatever he was feeling was so intense that he knew what it was, and he ached with it. He had tried to fight it, had tried his best to ignore it, to not harsh their vibe, to keep this so far away from Fizzarolli that he would never know about it. The seared wound of his ultimate rejection ripped open on its own like a chasm opened by an intense earthquake, and Ozzie struggled to focus on anything else, much less his book. Could he even keep himself from saying it at this point? Fizzarolli was still intent on going with him, on staying with him while he met with his parents, and he was terrified of it. They wouldn’t be happy, which didn’t bother him, except that they had a tendency to try and get rid of things they disliked. Ozzie knew that well.

When Fizzarolli began to stir against his chest, he took a deep breath. The words were on his tongue already, but he didn’t know what was going to come out due to the jumble of emotions in his chest. He’d been thinking about it while trying to focus on what he was reading, and it just wasn’t working. A soft smile worked onto his face, but it looked pained, and Olli yawned behind one of his hands, twisting his neck until he heard a few satisfying cracks.

“Somethin’ wro– Wrong, Babe?” Olli asked on another yawn, repeating himself after a second as he stretched his back out, lifting his ass into the air and shaking it a little. Maybe he was showing off, hoping that Ozzie would feel better if they replaced all those hard feelings with sex. That was usually how the elder coped with things, he did so much better if he could just get in a couple good fucks while talking about serious topics. Otherwise, he got flighty and uncomfortable, and it was just another thing that Olli found endearing about him. 

Ozzie tried to be a strong, powerful demon but emotions were his kryptonite.

“I’ve just been… Thinking.” Ozzie replied, placing the bookmark back in the same place it had been when he’d picked the book up. Setting it aside, he closed his eyes, the bull and goat at the sides of his head nuzzling against his own neck. He was going to die for this, wasn’t he? Somehow it didn’t feel as bad as the idea that Fizzarolli would die if he took him to see his parents.

“What’s up?” If Ozzie was this stiff and uncomfortable, then that meant it was Olli’s job to try and help him. Glancing over at the other’s crotch, he bit his lip, but Ozzie drew his face back to look at him with a light pinch to his chin.

“I…” The words tried to march out of his mouth, but every last one got caught in the dry, cracked desert that was his tongue and perished. For a moment he looked like he might vomit, and Fizzarolli rose to sit up on his hip, both hands buried in the other’s chest fluff, “I just… I…”

“Babe, it’s okay,” Fizzarolli began, extending one arm to pet his face gently, a soft, genuine smile on his face that set Ozzie’s heart to fluttering and plummeting into his feet simultaneously, “Whatever it is, just tell me. I won’t judge you.”

But you so will Ozzie thought dimly, sighing in a put upon away as he finally shifted a bit. Fizz could hear his pump adjusting and he glanced over at the enclosed vats at the side of the bed. Part of him wondered if he should go ahead and try to turn him on again, but he didn’t know if now was the time. Ozzie just looked so grim, and Fizz had never seen him like that before, even when he’d been upset in the past. There was something different about this, and he didn’t know what it was, but he was desperate to fix it.

“I… Need to tell you something important. And… When I say it… If… If you need to leave just do it quick.”

Leave? This had Fizzarolli sitting up fully, furrowing his brow as he regarded his lover. It might be too early for this kind of thing, but it was surprisingly sobering to see the other behaving like this.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Fizzarolli promised, his expression serious as he looked between each of Ozzie’s ashamed faces. That wasn’t right, Ozzie never accepted shame in his life, and whatever had him so fucked up was about to turn the pacifist into a warrior.

Yeah, fucking right. Ozzie didn’t see a way out of this that wasn’t going to kill him.

“I think… I think I’m in…” ‘I think’ didn’t feel like it still went that, “I’minlovewithyou.” He couldn’t separate the words, if he didn’t vomit them up then they’d never come out. 

Stunned where he sat, Fizzarolli stared at him with wide pink eyes glowing dimly in the bedroom’s low light. Ozzie’s eyes shifted and none of his heads could look at Fizzarolli, his heart hammering in his chest making the silence feel deafening. Finally, Olli started to sit up, and instead of getting off of Ozzie, the imp let himself tumble into the other’s lap.

Still silent, Olli watched in slow motion as Ozzie lifted him and set him down on the silky teal pillow beside the one he always used. The blanket was removed from the Sin’s hips, and he turned off his pump with a sigh, then another one, and he flinched. Removing the toy and the sleeve from himself, he set them aside for cleaning and threw his legs over the side of the bed. Holding onto the mattress tight enough they both heard a distinct rip, he heaved another sigh, closing his eyes to fight the tears welling in them again. Crying again wasn’t high on his list of desires right now, but he knew he didn’t have much of a choice, now.

“Just… I’ll send your stuff wherever you want me to, it’s still all yours. We can find you an apartment, and you can still work at the club. …Or we can move you to a different one. Just… Be gone when I get back. I need–” His voice cracked and Olli’s eyes went wide, immediately heartsick, “I need to be alone.”

Stooping to open the metal and glass top of the pump’s containment unit, he lifted out one full, heavy glass tank, then the other. Fizzarolli hesitated again, before biting his lip. Did Ozzie really mean that? All of it? He was kicking him out over this? All of his prosthetics shot out to wrap around one of Ozzie’s large upper arms and he lurched forward to cling to him, nuzzling his face into his fur.

“You want me to go ‘cause you’re in love with me?” Fizz finally asked, muffled by his face smooshed against him, closing his eye as he pressed his cheek into the other’s bicep after a second, “I don’t want to go. I’m just… Shocked, I guess. Didn’t think you could love something like me.” 

All he could think of was every time someone had been thrown out for saying they loved Ozzie, and here he was, confessing to the feelings he so often claimed to hate. It almost hurt that Ozzie thought he was rejecting him because he’d never do that, it was so far from his mind he hadn’t even thought of it.

Olli calling himself something kept bothering Ozzie, though, and he finally reached over to pry Olli off of him and cradle him in his arms instead, pressing their foreheads together.

“You aren’t just some thing. I… I don’t think I could go on without you.” The admission actually surprised him and he blinked a couple of times, unsure of if he should have said it. He’d have to learn to move on eventually, but he couldn’t lose him, now, it was way too soon, “You’ve completed me for eleven years, now. It took some time but I…” Trailing off, he finally shook his head, rubbing their faces together, “That’s why I can’t take you with me today.”

“We already talked about this,” Olli growled, “I’m going with you because I love you, too. I don’t want you to go alone, I want to be there in case you need me to back you up.”

As if Fizzarolli could really do anything against angelic royalty.

“Do you really think you could help…?” Ozzie questioned, his heads tilting a little bit as he finally let Olli move to become his cuddly scarf. Taking his vats one by one to the bathroom and dumping them, he didn’t mind when Fizzarolli scooped his hands into one of them to steal some cum to drink. Honestly, they could both probably use some stress relief, and he considered their options absentmindedly.

“I can at least be a supportive scarf.” He explained, “I know you’re nervous, and if you think there’s going to be a fight…” Fizzarolli trailed off to take another pull from his cupped hands, relishing in the cum sliding down his throat, “I don’t want you to be injured with no one there to help you.” Even if blood made him intensely sick and dizzy, he could at least call for Brick.

Ozzie’s expression softened and he nodded finally, dumping the last of his cum out and washing it down the drain. Much as he thought it was a waste, Fizzarolli knew he couldn’t drink all of what Ozzie produced in a night. He could barely handle drinking down one orgasm at a time, but a lot of that had to do with the speed at which it came out usually.

“If you’re not going to drop it I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” He asked absently, thoughtful as he finally straightened up to wash out the large glass jars, “We’d better shower and… I think I could go for giving you a blowjob or eight... And eat your ass until you cry.”

“You really want me to cry again?” Fizz laughed, and Ozzie snickered a little, carrying Olli to the large shower stall. The rainfall shower-head cascaded over Ozzie as he laid his lover down on the large stone bench built into the wall, licking his chops as he gazed at his newly bared form. In a matter of minutes, Ozzie was pulling moans and orgasms out of his imp to try and return to some semblance of normalcy. By the time they were finally out of the shower, the water ran cold and they were running late on getting ready to go.

Ozzie couldn't stop appreciating the purple laces on the rainbow-striped bellbottom pants Fizzarolli wore, and he licked his lips. The sparkly, pastel rainbow platform boots were strappy in all the right places but only peeked out from beneath his pants. Perhaps both of their favorite part was the black hoodie that looked plain until you saw it from the back. 'GAY SEX PREVENTS ABORTIONS SUCK A COCK FOR JESUS' glared out at the world in white letters, and Ozzie thought it was perfect for meeting his parents.

Likewise, Olli kept running his hands over the lilac fishnet reaching out from beneath the cropped turtleneck that Ozzie wore. The tight black shirt stretched down his arms but bared everything from just under his pecs down to the thick, shiny leather waistband clinging to his hips. It showed off his Adonis belt, and only had a simple, thick strip of leather that wasn't see-through in the front. Two belts kept the sheer material strapped to his thighs, while the back was entirely the shiny pleather. It vacuum-sealed to Ozzie's ass and dick just right, and even in his human disguise showed off just how toned he was.

Those ugly-ass shoes set off the outfit in a way that would be impossible for anyone else. Platforms with a chunky heel coated in sequins that could change colors by being rubbed were complete with a sneaker sole underneath the toes. It went from black to a sharp pink strip, then into yellow stripes to hold the laces in place. Shiny blue sparkles crawled from beneath the laces out to swirl around the front of the shoe to the back, dropping down to the dark purple heel. Gold separated the pink, heel, and blue from one another, shimmering more than the rest of the sparkly leather and plastic. Olli had changed the heel from dark purple to lavender four times since they arrived on Earth, probably somewhat from nerves.

On anyone else, that would have been hideous, but Ozzie worked anything that he wore like it was made for him. Absolutely anything. Ozzie could make a garbage bag look elegant.

The thick fur on his arms, chest, and sideburns (there was no way that that was just hair) guided the eye to the goatee on Ozzie’s handsome face. His olive skin set off the dark brown hair that was nearly black, and his easy grins and flirtatious smiles charmed anyone that looked at him. Conversely, Fizzarolli was a thin little thing with long red hair pulled into low pigtails on either shoulder, braided carefully on their way up to Earth. While Ozzie was still a fairly tall man, he was closer to Fizzarolli’s size, able to wrap his arm around him for once.

“...There they are.” Ozzie sighed, gesturing to the boardwalk ahead of them.

Standing at the railing were two tall, olive-skinned people speaking quietly amongst themselves. They gestured out to the ocean and pointed things out to their other half, and Ozzie gulped softly at the sight of them. The woman had impossibly long, wavy white-blonde hair and a delicate face with high cheekbones. Ozzie’s father had sharp, chiseled features and broad shoulders like his son, standing with his hand around his wife’s waist. Their clothes were opulent, matching, and white with gold trim, and clearly something Ozzie would never be caught dead in. 

Fizzarolli tried to imagine him in something draped over him like that, with a high collar and fancy, detailed stitching.

Upon finally approaching them, Ozzie took a deep breath through his mouth and let it out through his nose before clearing his throat; Ozzie struggled with and ultimately failed not to flinch when the couple turned around to regard them. His mother’s striking amethyst eyes had him looking down at her mouth, up at her forehead, anything but those eyes, and his father’s chartreuse eyes nearly bore holes through him. It wasn’t until their attention shifted to the imp at Ozzie’s side that Olli found his eyes on the ground, too.

Ozzie had every right to be worried about his parents. They were beautiful, sure, but Olli could feel the power dripping from their every pore, and as they gazed at him, he could tell he wasn’t welcome here. 

“What is that?” His mother asked, lip drawn up in disgust as she gestured to Fizzarolli, taking a step back and smoothing her soft, shimmering gown over her stomach. For a second, Olli thought she was convinced he might give her a disease just by looking at her.

“Mother,” Ozzie growled, holding Olli closer, “This is Fizzarolli. He’s a full-time companion of mine.” Yeah, that wasn’t a lie, but it was at the same time, “Fizzarolli,” His parents didn’t get to hear his nicknames, “Abstemiounessa and Valore. Mother, Father, my…” Hesitating for a couple seconds, he finally spoke the word into being, cementing what he thought about his lover in a definitive tone, “Boyfriend.”

Valore’s expression fell flat for a moment as he looked over the couple, sniffing the air to catch the Alpha’s scent. Put off by it, he had to take a second before finally devolving into a deep, loud belly laugh. It even seemed to shock his wife, who looked at him like he was growing a second head and hadn’t noticed

“Very, very funny son,” The dark-haired man wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, “Be serious. It’s a servant, right?”

“It?” Ozzie’s expression was flat and he rose a brow, his eyes nearly glowing with the amount of unhappiness in it, “He is mine, and he’s not a servant.” 

His scent tinted with displeasure, and Olli couldn’t help but purr at his side, rubbing his scent gland against the other’s shoulder in an attempt to appease his bad mood. The absentminded grooming had his mother stumbling back a little bit, her expression one of shock and dismay as she gripped the railing with a soft gag. Turning slightly, she pulled her hair back and over one shoulder in an attempt to keep it safe if she did vomit.

“You’re making your poor mother sick. You? Dating a… A pest like that?” The sneer on his father’s face made Ozzie’s eyes narrow and his words came out on a subvocal growl.

“Fuck off with that bullshit.” He hadn’t been in love for over two thousand years, but what he had with Fizzarolli had snuck up on him. If it had been a serpent, it would have bit him. Still, it didn’t end the low snarling that vibrated his chest, despite Olli’s best attempts at comforting him, “Did you want to talk to me, or did you want to see us for a few minutes and leave before I can give you your usual ‘no?’”

Abstemiounessa went stiff, narrowing her eyes as she took in the slim, potentially very breakable Alpha at her son’s side. Her eyes danced with a mischievous flame that Ozzie didn’t like, and he stepped in front of Olli until he was almost completely hidden behind him.

“Why would you ignore us, my son?” She asked, her voice lofty as she raised a delicate hand like she might touch his cheek. About a foot away from him, she shook her head, hair flowing in a beautiful cascade of white waves down her back, hand falling back to her side, “We just want what is best for you.”

“You’ve never cared before.” Their invested interest in forcing him to return to Heaven to grovel at the feet of the first being to ever break his heart was an entirely selfish one. When he wasn’t in their presence but thought of them, he thought that Levi would be proud of them, maybe Lucifer, too. Ozzie disliked selfishness in almost every situation, and his own parents disgusted him, “I’ve slept with more people than I could count on every hand in Hell. I don’t see why you think it’s so bad that I’ve started dating. I thought you preferred monogamy.”

Not that he was particularly monogamous, even still.

Every time he mentioned dating, or being Fizzarolli’s boyfriend, the imp thought he might pass out. It was so overwhelming, the amount of joy that he felt over just hearing this, and he couldn’t stop purring and gazing adoringly at his lover. It was going to make the Angelic Royalty puke, and Valore kept glancing at his wife like he was afraid she would faint.

“Dear,” Abstemiounessa began, her voice poisoned honey as she ran a dainty hand over her forehead, the other one wrapped around the railing behind her, “We love yo–”

“We’re leaving.” Ozzie wasn’t above dragging Olli to an alleyway and back home, because he was done before their guilt-tripping had even started. The angels stood there, watching their son leave with frustrated sighs and upset clucks.

“It’s going to be harder to convince him, now,” Valore stated, his eyes narrowing as he watched them disappear into a portal back to Hell.

“We’ll get him.” Abstemiounessa replied flippantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she started for a building behind the boardwalk, “It shouldn’t be too hard despite this… Unfortunate development. If he feels anything for the vermin attached to his hip, he’ll listen the next time we see him.”

Interested, her husband followed along behind her, entering the portal she opened in the back of a shop they often used for this sort of thing. Ozzie always chose to meet in the human world, as they couldn’t openly show who they were and it guaranteed more safety for him. At least, it usually did. The next time they met up, Valore and Abstemiounessa would be prepared, and Ozzie wouldn’t know what hit him.

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AN: Ope, that one ended up so much longer than I thought it would. Buuuut I had a lot of fun with it, even if a lot of it made me cry. I love the premise of this, and I have a follow-up fic that will be coming… Eventually. I might look into it more after September is over, since I don’t have a lot of time outside of working on these right now.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 12 - Family

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝that's a little dark.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Class 1-A ]

「 Class 1-A with an emotionless reader who gets hit with a quirk that make them turn back into a child along with the mentality of a child. In the end, Class 1-A and then fluff ensues with them basically fawning over a cute shy and easily flustered reader. But, they discover something about you.」

You couldn't remember what you did yesterday but it felt like you had the greatest sleep in your entire life. As your eyes adjusted to the surprisingly bright light, you slowly got up and looked at your surroundings. The place was unfamiliar and for a second, you found yourself rubbing your eyes and yawning. It seemed that you were in an infirmary of some sort but you don't recall going to school or anything. There were bandages around your arms and neck but it wasn't anything new.

"Oh, you're finally awake, my child." an old lady you didn't recognize swivelled around her office chair and hopped off.

"Who are you and where am I?" you asked, voice coming out a bit weaker than you had expected.

She identified herself as Recovery Girl — the nurse of the school and explained what had happened to you. It seemed like you got hit by a quirk in an unfortunate accident which caused you to turn back into a child with no memory of yourself in the future. You didn't believe it until you saw the different technologies and the date on the calendar. Never in your life you had felt so out of place in your entire life.

While the friendly old lady was trying her best to fill you in, the door to infirmary opened and a brown haired girl stepped in. She had has shoulder length, brown hair that's bobbed and curved inwards at the end. The girl looked at you for a moment, her eyes lit up and you could sense the relief in her eyes. She dropped her belongings and rushed towards the bed you had been sitting on. You backed away on instinct, slightly intimidated by how aggressive she was being.

”Where did you get those injuries from!? I thought you just got hit by a quirk on accident!” she exclaimed, looking at the gauze wrapped around your wrists and neck.

”Calm down. You’re scaring the poor girl.” Recovery Girl stepped in before this brown haired stranger did anything to you.

Recovery Girl explained your situation to the girl who quickly understood the situation. She then approached you but this time, she did it cautiously and ensured that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable nor intimidated by her. After a quick introduction, you leaned that she was Uraraka Ochaco and supposedly one of your classmates. She got down to your eye level and attempted to befriend you. She tried asking a few questions about yourself. You could answer the simplest questions like ones about yourself. However when it came to questions about the times you spend in UA, you shook your head to everything, none of them sounded familiar to you.

Uraraka spoke in a gentle manner that you were not used to and it didn't take long for you to get comfortable around her. She entertained you by telling stories about her life in UA and heroes. The brunette managed to make you smile a bit with her way of storytelling which included a bit of exaggeration here and there along with the occasional hand gestures.

"Uraraka-san? Are you ready to go back to the dorms?" another unfamiliar voice was heard from the entrance of the infirmary. You saw a few heads peek into the infirmary, those you did not recognize at all.

With the help of Uraraka, your situation was explained to the new people that just arrived. It didn't take long for your classmates to gather around you and pointing out how cute you were. Though it was a bit embarrassing to be put under the spotlight, you quite liked the feeling of having so many people care about you. It made you think about how bright the future seemed for you.

You were brought back to the dorms where you met up with your other classmates. Those who knew about your current situation quickly explained what was going on with you to avoid any misunderstanding and confusion. You stood awkwardly at the entrance, fiddling with the hem of your dress and looking down to avoid eye contact. Suddenly, you were pushed forward by an unknown force, falling on your knees.

“Who left their fucking child here?” a scary looking guy glared down at you as you tried recovering from the small fall you had.

”Hey, Bakugou! Mind your language!” his friend whispered at the ash blonde who just clicked his tongue in response.

Their loud voices startled you which resulted in you to hide behind Uraraka's legs as if it was the safest place in the world. You gripped tightly on her skirt, hiding yourself from the people you didn't recognize. Loud voices always made you nervous and scared, it reminded you of your mother whenever she was unsatisfied with your performance. Uraraka let her hand stroke your hair to soothe your nerves a little. Ashido stood in front of the two of you with her hands on her hips, looking like a mother reprimanding their child.

"Bakugou, you're scaring [First Name]!" the pink haired girl scolded Bakugou who seemed a bit confused.

"You're telling me this brat is [Nickname]?" he closed the distance between the two of you with a few large strides. He stared at your for a few seconds to study your face a bit. It didn't take him that long to actually recognize a few familiar features and eventually he walked off, muttering something under his breath.

"I've never seen her like this before!" Uraraka cooed as you continued to hide behind her legs. You were never the type to be in the center of attention and didn't have any friends in when you were young because of how shy and awkward you were. Ashido crouched down and offered you a small jar of cookies that she had found in the kitchen.

"Should we send her home? She might be more comfortable staying with her parents." Yaoyorozu suggested, watching you munching on the cookie that you've been handed to.

"I think its best we tell her family about it this." Iida took it upon himself to pull out his phone and prepare to dial your home.

”Are we all having a sleepover?” you spoke up after being silent almost the entire time you arrived at the dorms.

"I don't want to go home." Everyone stopped to stare at you for a while, some surprised because it was the first time they've heard you since you came back. The girls looked at each other for a while as if they were silently communicating with one another. Midoriya who seemed to be the first one to notice that you seemed a bit uncomfortable, crouched down in front of you.

"You can stay here with us if you want. I'm sure everyone is okay with that." the viridian haired male gave you a gentle smile that made you feel a bit relaxed.

"Do you like having sleepovers, [First Name]-chan?" Ashido plopped down right next to you.

"I don't have friends and mommy doesn't like having me around." you mumbled.

"That's silly. I'm sure your mother is worried about you." Iida replies.

"Nu uh, mommy strangles me like this every night.” you shook your head lightly and wrapped your hands around your neck to imitate someone strangling you. The room immediately grew silent at your comment, clearly unsure of how to respond to your oddly specific comparison.

"Haha, good joke [First Name]-chan!" Kaminari patted your head gently, his laugh clearly a forced one.

"Mommy used to pull my hair too."

You never the friendly type of person to begin with anyways. From the very first day you got into UA, you were quite anti-social, never initiating any conversations or made effort to befriend anyone. However, it was quite surprising to know that you've been abused when you were younger. Almost everyone seemed shocked by the revelation and had no idea how to react.

"My mom gave me this scar." Todoroki crouched down next to you and gestured to the scar over his eye.

”I can’t believe that the only thing closed off people have in common is the fact that they’ve been abused.” Jirou muttered out loud.

"Okay, don't worry! We're all having a sleepover tonight!" Uraraka beamed brightly which made your eyes light up like a Christmas tree. A small smile made its way to your features and you couldn't help but sway excitedly.

"Everyone is joining right?"

There was no way they could refuse those hopeful eyes of yours, not when you have been through so much at such an age. They all seemed eager, suggesting a movie, snacks and games.One particular ash blonde looked indifferent, hands shoved into his pockets as he began to slowly walk away from the crowd of people. The first person to notice that he was making his way back to his own room was Iida.

"Where are you going Bakugou-kun?" the class president had asked as if it was a natural that Bakugou was also supposed to be a part of this so called 'sleepover'. Bakugou glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing at Iida as if he had gone insane.

"What makes you think that I will join this stupid—" the ash blonde gestured at whatever was going on.

"But a sleepover is not one without everyone." your quiet voice interrupted, your small hands tugging at his pants. He held his tongue after seeing Iida wildly gesture at him not to be so mean to you. The entirety of the class seemed to be really hell bent on giving you what you wanted.Bakugou felt his eyebrows twitching and began weighing his options.

Sero, Ashido, Kaminari and Kirishima were openly pleading him to stay while some others seem to believe that Bakugou would never want to sit down for a stupid sleepover. The ash blonde gave in, realizing that no matter what he chose, it won't be any different. If he chose to not participate, he probably won't be able to fall asleep from all the noise. And the possibly of witnessing these extras embarrass themselves didn't sound too bad.

"Fine! You guys are so annoying....." Bakugou grumbled. Your eyes lit up at his change of heart and began tugging him enthusiastically towards the common area’s couch.

Why does he agree to the stupidest things?

Total: 1717 words Published: 05.06.2021

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[whitetrashjj]

most people that don’t like kie don’t like her because she

1. gets mad at JJ when he calls her out for being rich

2. prioritizes john b constantly because whatever feelings she has towards him gave her tunnel vision

3. tried to guilt-trip pope into missing his scholarship interview despite the fact that, like he said, she wasn’t there for any of them when big john went missing

4. talks about the gold, pope’s scholarship, and things that happen to the boys because of them living in the cut as if it’s okay to just toss them aside when it’s only okay to do that for her- seeing as she doesn’t need the money, and she doesn’t need a scholarship. the only thing that makes her a pogue is that she decided to hang out with them, which is fine but she can’t act like she goes through what people on the cut do seeing as she doesn’t actually live there or go to their school. these things are only expendable for her.

5. she tried to fight pope on the boat because he rightfully called her out on her “moral high ground bullshit”

6. she gives off performative activist. she’ll talk about saving the turtles but when jj is clearly hysterical or something with his buying a hot tub using his share, she says he could have “literally given it to any charity” as if he isn’t quite literally the charity… even without seeing the bruises it’s clear that jj is in an unstable environment with someone who doesn’t care about him and can’t support him financially.

7.she doesn’t sympathize with jj until after the jj/pope/kie hot tub group hug when she sees his bruises. she just ignores whatever he says when he mentions her financial privilege and insults him in a non-friendly way. (he insults her too obviously, but since the show never goes in depth to discuss kie’s struggles as a biracial girl or pope’s struggles as a black boy, it’s not something that jj can randomly sympathize with, seeing as it’s never brought to light. if it was brought up and jj were to react like she’s being annoying for pointing it out or pointing it out to spite him, i would have major problems with jj because acknowledging whatever privilege you have is important, especially when you’re with people that don’t have that privilege/when you’re someone whose character is supposed to be the activist type. and i’m not equating racial privilege to financial privilege, i’m just mentioning it because classism is pretty much the basis of the entire show and its plot.)

anyway… this is the reason i’ve seen most jjpopes dislike kie. mentioning the “kiara sucks” anon as if that is a blanket statement of all jjpopes is strange. we aren’t some raging misogynists out to get her, but you saying that pope is a very flawed character with no examples to back it up but also getting irritated when someone says kiara sucks with no examples to back it up is ridiculous. these are examples. since this is in response to your response to that ask, i’ll also add that while your experiences as a queer person are valid, they aren’t universal (“Any queer person knows that you can’t be as forthcoming and open about our affections as straight people are.”)

i get where you’re coming from with saying a regular character might not be outward about his feelings, but jj is not a regular character. jj is a nothing-to-lose kind of character, so your reasoning for why those many displays of affection throughout the show weren’t intended to be romantic just doesn’t really add up? of course he values pope’s friendship and wouldn’t want to risk it, but it’s also evident that he’s a very good liar and could easily say he was joking or wasn’t trying to seem like any of his actions were romantic, something you can also probably understand/have experienced as a queer person. your very statement that jj is someone who flirts with anyone is counterproductive to the statement that that means he doesn’t have feelings for pope. he flirts with every girl, but he can only form a lasting bond while also doing things you’d normally do with a crush, with pope. a lot of jjpopes including myself think he’s gay, and comphet/trying to prove to yourself that you’re straight by engaging in meaningless hookups (like jj) is reason for that headcanon. i get what you’re saying for other characters, but there’s no indication of jj not having that same nothing-to-lose attitude when it comes to people he has romantic feelings for, so there would be no reason for the pull-back or hesitation that you mentioned. and since he knows pope and his connection (whether it be platonic or romantic to both of them) is so strong, he probably assumes nothing could break that bond/dynamic either way.

also no one called you anti-black or implied that you were for saying pope is a flawed character, but it would be surprising to see one that isn’t rooted in that because all of them in the past have been- this fandom is wildly colorist and homophobic (another reason representation like jjpope is so important) and it’s extremely hard to find someone that doesn’t like pope without an explanation for their dislike that isn’t rooted in racism. that’s just common sense, though.

You know, I've been looking at this ask for a long time just wondering if it's worth my time to address all of this - like I didn't realise one could send asks this big. But I'm bored and got a beer in me so fuck it let's go.

So first let's talk about the reasons you hate Kie. I'm gonna admit that I to think she is flawed, like every other obx character, she is also a victim to bad writing and under developed. But also I just do not understand how people can hate her or insists that she is a bad person, don't get me wrong sometimes you just don't vibe with a character and there is nothing wrong with that but hating them and tearing them down is a very different thing.

Now I've said this before but let me reiterate. Not liking a character or ship or preferring one over the other does not automatically make you racist, misogynistic or homophobic. But I do think it is important to take a step back and assess our motivation and perhaps internalised biases. Sometimes you will find that you reasoning is without much substance and realise that you have some things to work on, sometimes even though mentally you don't have the conscious block there is something internalised about that - I know I have been subject to that. This doesn't make you a bad person, and you don't have to force yourself to like it or anything, but just be aware and sometimes it's okay to just remove yourself for the conversation because the people who do like it aren't supporting something that is morally corrupt and it doesn't have to be the subject of discourse. People can like different stuff.

So:

1. Did you mean pulls faces when JJ calls her rich? Cause that's what she does, gets a little annoyed, pulls a face but doesn't say anything because she know he's got a point. I'm very confused about you definition of angry and perhaps be careful about perpetuating the 'angry black woman' stereotype.

Also, I think it's important to note that clearly the kooks vs pogues divide has pretty much abolished the middle class, and you are either lower class or 'rich'. The Carrera's very clearly still struggle with money and are not on the same level of kooks as the Cameron's. So yeah, I think she's justified to roll her eyes at JJ saying she's rich as fuck and doesn't need money.

2. Prioritizes John B because his dad's gone missing, he's been abandoned by his guardian, is being threatened with being taken away from his home and everything he knows and is in general spiralling? Yeah. What a fucking monster. Also, I find it hard to find a justification for Kie having canon romantic feelings from John B that isn't just born from heteronormativity - her caring about him and then getting kissed by him does not equal a love match.

3. It wasn't about missing the interview - which wasn't until the next fucking day - it was about not giving up looking for their friend who was in a really bad way. Like - you cannot say that getting a scholarship when you are 16 is more important that John B's actual life being at stake ?

The fact that she wasn't there when John B went missing wasn't relevant? Like I've talked about why I hate Pope in this scene. But like, Pope is saying 'um you can't call me out on being a bad friend now cause you were a bad friend then'. That's the point, Kie caring so much about John B is rooted in guilt cause she wasn't there, and now she's trying to be there and support him, to prove that she's a better friend now. That's she's different, because she is.

4. I would love some specific examples of her brushing this stuff off like it means nothing. Other than the boat scene which once again, justified. And once again, Kie isn't destitute at all and no she doesn't fully understand the struggles of the boys or the cut but her family is not rolling in it and spending weekends on Yachts. Like this point is such a bloody reach.

5. I don't love that she got physical with him either. But she didn't do that because she got called out. She got upset because Pope was the one person she confided in about that happened during her kook year, about how bad it was, about the fact that she was suicidal and Sarah saved her and that's why she was so drawn to that, not because she wanted to be a kook, and Pope just throws that back in her face because he's jealous that Kie cares more about John B's problems than his.

6. Well this is just a misrepresentation of what happened. She said give it to any charity because in that moment it seemed like without a reason JJ just blew that money on stupid shit. Pope thought the same thing that's why he yells at him for not using it for restitution. In that moment he just seems like he is being drunk and irresponsible, because they didn't think he would go back to Luke, Pope literally says that he wouldn't. And then note how when they see the bruises they know what happened and the tone instantly changes cause they realise what happened. And that he did try to do the right thing and got flogged because of it. And she is right in there to comfort him and reassure him. So like... yeah.

7. Please give me example for this. I don't see Kie insulting him that isn't a justified call out or playful banter that is returned and part of their push and shove dynamic. You know... just being friends.

The only times we see Kie react to JJ's home life she is concerned and sympathetic. She's the only one who's worried about JJ going home when he storms off and is instantly there to comfort him when she knows he's had interaction with Luke. I really don't know where you are getting this from.

I don't use it as a blanket statement, I know not to group shippers in as one, I know there are jiara shippers that I do not see eye to eye with for a second. The reason I bring up the 'kiara sucks' thing is because of the context it was used. We weren't talking about Kie, it wasn't relevant, it had no reason to be there or anything to back it up. It was random bitching and as you say fandom is a very racist place so yeah, it seemed like racism to me. Like you realise you are calling me ridiculous for being annoyed that someone just came to me and said Kie sucks without reason, and then this ask goes onto be annoyed that I have some issues with Pope and that more than likely racist for thinking it because you've elected to ignore my massive post outlining my stance on this.

My experiences as a queer person are not universal, no. But I do know they are very common. I'm so thankful that there are people out there who don't experience this and I hope that in the future it will be the norm. But realistically, with what we know about JJ, I think it is more than likely that would be his experience.

Look if you headcanon him as gay say the things with girls is comphet, then that's your view and I won't fight you on it. But remember that that is a headcanon. And what I have been talking about is were they intentionally setting up jjpope and are those actions indicative of romantic attraction, which if they we're they would have made a point to frame it as comp het, which they didn't, they might in the future but for now - they aren't. In terms of being a good liar, I just- like gay panic is a very strong thing. There young girls who tell everyone they don't like hugs because they actually really liked the hugs and feel like people will know that they are gay if they hug their friend, a hug. I can't see 'I'm a good liar' being enough to overcome those sorts of feelings.

The thing is while JJ has a nothing to lose attitude when it comes to his life and future the same doesn't apply to his relationships, because the Pogues are his thing to lose, his only family, the one good thing. I can't see him just saying fuck it I could risk losing Pope. So I can't agree with you there.

First of all, I was called anti-black for not liking Pope, despite the fact that I don't hate him, and just had valid reasons for thinking he is flawed, not the devil incarnate. Two, I am well aware that this fandom is racist, like all fucking fandoms, and have talked about it. And I think that fact that I don't hate Pope and laid out very clearly the reasons I don't think he's some perfect angel that does no wrong kinda shows that I'm not just random bitching because he's black. Also - I'm a fucking Kie stan. I have to deal with people hating on Kie for the same reasons they love Sarah - it's very obvious to see people motivations there.

And you are right. An interracial mlm ship would be great representation. So would an interracial ship between the hot guy that everyone loves with the black girl - because doesn't he always end up with the white self insert? But reminder that ships don't automatically have superiority because they have 'better' representation and certainly does not represent a shipper 'wokeness'. Personally I think a platonic relationship between two men that are as close and physically affectionate as JJ and Pope - especially when one is so traditionally masculine as JJ, especially if one or both of them could be queer - would be great representation for young boys struggling with toxic masculinity.

So yeah, I think your reasons for hating Kie don't have much basis in canon. I do not give if you like her or not but.. hating her and trying to prove that people shouldn't like her, that she's not good enough for JJ and coming into my ask and putting her down for no reason, still does not sit right with me.

#obx #obx bs #kiara carrera #JJ and pope #lara answers

[coolcattime]

The first few executions I've written for the Mianite Danganronpa AU!! These are the executions for Sonja, Jordan, Capsize, and Skipper (only one of them is actually marked as a blackened but I wanted to write one for every character).

As a brief trigger warning; these are executions so obviously except description of death and injury. For these particular ones, there is mention of hanging, decapitation, and minor injuries prior to death. I've tried to keep all these descriptions brief so these are minor methods.

Under each execution will be a brief explaination to my thoughts and inspirations for them, which will contain some spoilers for danganronpa, and some fangames.

Also, some of these executions refer to Monokuma, that's because I haven't gotten a replacement for him for Mianite Danganronpa, and therefore have been working with him as the killing game host for the time being.

I hope you enjoy!!

{Characters in these executions}

Sonja (Ultimate Animal Rescuer): Cage Match!

Sonja finds herself in a cramped cage. She attempts to leave, only for Monokuma to appear, locking it with a padlock and wielding the padlock shut. A countdown appears, and panicking she attempts to break out of the cage, but only succeeds in making it fall on its side, leaving the door against the ground.

As the cage falls, five spotlights turn on, each illuminating the cage of a growling Monokuma Fox. With the countdown having only thirty seconds left; she begins kicking at the bars of her cage to attempt to escape. She manages to kick one bar off, which creates a gap but one too small for her to fit through.

The countdown reaches zero and the cages with the Monokuma Foxes open. The descend onto Sonja, entering her cage through the gap she made and ripping her apart.

Explaination:

This is probably my least favourite execution this is batch, primarily because I wanted to do something very different, but ended up switching away from the idea at the last minute. Originally, I wanted to do something related for fur (as I know foxes are hunted for furs) but I honestly couldn't think of a why to do that without switching off topic or making it feel like fan service. I might actually rewrite this one to be an illusion to fox hunting, but I think that would be after I got some more idea.

I actually didn't have much in-game inspiration for this (though I think it has similar vibes to a execution from Penguinronpa, which is a fan project I really recommend checking out if you liked Club Penguin and are up for a lot of reading). However, that's more because the animal themed executions aren't my favourites. But I really liked the idea of Sonja being killed by someone she strived to protect, especially as protecting people is one of her main goals in the story.

Jordan (Ultimate ???/Archer): Shoot in the Dark.

Jordan is chained to a wall at the back of what looks like an abandoned warehouse. On the wall behind him, a crude target has been spray-painted, with the centre of the target on Jordan’s chest. Monokuma appears with a bow and a quiver of arrows. He places a blindfold over his eyes and takes aim.

Monokuma begins rapidly firing, the arrows flying wildly around the room. Most of them end up stuck in the walls, but a few find their mark in non-lethal places on Jordan’s body. Shaking, Jordan looks down as his body. Monokuma fires one final arrow, this one hitting Jordan in the neck. Blood leaks from the ultimate’s wounds and mouth for his last moments before he dies.

Explaintion:

I think this is probably the most simply execution of the batch, but I honestly don't think it needs to be more complex. I thought about maybe doing something with Jordan's mystery talent, but since Jordan isn't planned to be executed, I decided to just focus on his actual talent.

The main inspiration for this was actually a fan execution for Nagito that I found awhile ago. (Link)

I really liked the general vibe of being strapped to a target, and obviously a person being blindfolded and firing a bow is a pretty common image. I also really liked the idea that the final shot doesn't even actually hit the target on Jordan's chest and instead hits his neck as I thought that would almost be a final insult for the ultimate archer.

Capsize (Ultimate Navigator): Thousand Cut Journey

Capsize finds herself in a maze of thorns with a collar around her neck that has a timer counting down. A sign directs her to find the centre of the maze for a key to the collar. She begins to rush through the maze, having to push through parts of the maze where the walls are incredibly close together, cutting through her clothes and into her skin.

When the timer reaches the halfway point, the walls of the maze start closing in. Capsize panicking, picking a random directing and running, attempting to avoid injury but that proves harder and harder with the thin spaces she has to move through. In the darkness, she thinks she spots her brother and Sonja. With the time remaining growing shorter, and her collar being to beep, she rushes towards them.

She bursts into the centre of the mazes, nobody in sight but there is a pillar wrapped with roses, upon which sits a key. With the beeping intensifying, she rushes to grab the key. She shoves the key into the lock. As the collar falls, so does her head. Her body slumps, her head rolling along the ground until it hits the pillar.

Explaination:

Welcome to my favourite execution of this batch (obviously I give my hyperfixation character my favourite death). I knew I wanted a maze for Capsize, though the type of maze changed as it was originally inspired by the minotaur maze myth before I switched over to thorns and a head cutting collar to go with Capsize's themes in the fandom, namely roses and having her neck sliced.

There were three inspirations for this execution; the second execution in V3, Stand of Agony (Link; Warning for some kinda fanservice); the third execution in Super Danganronpa Another 2 (Link; warning for decapitation and hanging); and an unused execution from the first game (Link). Obviously the main inspirate is Stand of Agony, with somone desperately going through extreme measures to avoid their execution, only for there not to have ever been a way out, with aspects of the other executions that I thought suited the theme put in.

Skipper (Ultimate Second-in-Command): Final Orders

Skipper is strung up like a marionette with strings attached to the ceiling. He’s in what looks like a large warehouse with various boxes around the place, and one wall made of glass. In front of him stands Monokuma, dressed to appear like Capsize. On the other side of the glass stands everyone else.

Monokuma begins giving orders, the strings pulling Skipper and forcing him to carry them out. It becomes clear that he’s being forced to build something, then it becomes even clearer that he’s building gallows. Capsize is now at the front of the group and having realised what is going to happen has begun to attempt breaking the glass.

The gallows are fully built, and Monokuma gives a final order. Skipper is made to climb the gallows and put the noose around his neck, Monokuma standing by the leaver to trigger the execution. The strings drop from the ceiling and, now free to move, he attempts to remove the noose, but Monokuma pulls the leaver before he can.

It cuts to Capsize’s reaction, kneeling on the ground and sobbing. It pulls back to everyone else, looking on horrified, and then passing back pass the silhouetted hanging body of Skipper.

Explaination:

So, Skipper is the only one of this group who is a blackened. He also happens to be a blackened where I've come up with an entire case as to how the murder happens (the only thing I don't know if the victim). So I decided to have some features of the execution link into the case, such as the ultimate method of death and the reactions of Capsize.

The major inspiration for this execution is the second execution of Danganronpa 2 One Woman Army (Link). Especially the puppet imagery.

#mianite #mianite au #mianite danganronpa au #captain sparklez #omgitsfirefoxx #captain capsize #skipperredbeard #cw death #cw injury #cw hanging #cw decapitation

[gallavictorious]

i very much enjoyed your take about how mickey might have bottomed for other people than ian, because i personally find it very likely and it generally seems like an unpopular opinion. a lot of the time in fandom (not just this one) people seem to expect bottoming to be something super ~special~, and they tend to treat it like an act of indredible trust reserved for the love of your life, instead of a simple preference in bed. for some people it might be, i guess, but i've literally never met a bottom who feels that way. seems weird to me to expect mickey, of "liking what i like don't make me a bitch" fame, to be someone who thinks that. prison is different simply because in there he seems to see sex as a means of establishing dominance/power, not pleasure. idk that's just what makes sense to me

Hiya, nonnie!

I totally agree that the whole top/bottom discourse can get wildly out of hand (Johnlock shippers, I am looking at you), with all sorts of significance tied to who tops and who bottoms. It should be noted, however, that this doesn't just happen in fandom (even if it sometimes happens a lot in fandom) but that these discourses are prevalent in the ”real” world as well: there are all kinds of ideas floating around about what being a top or being a bottom says about you as a person and about your relationships. Rather than being construed as something that you do, it's often seen (primarily but not exclusively by straight people) as something that you are, and while I don't doubt that there are gay men who do identify strongly with being a top or a bottom, in my experience, as in yours, most don't particularly. It's one of many aspects of sex; it's a thing that you do; and one you might have a clear preference about, but you also might not. It isn't necessarily tied to trust, or at least not more so than any other sex act.

Disclaimer: I'm not actually a gay penis haver, I haven't done any extensive research on the topic, and I don't tend to discuss the details of my friends' sex life with them, so I don't know this. Anecdotal evidence, my dears. In general, however, I think it's a good practise to assume that what a person likes in bed doesn't necessarily say a lot about what sort of person they are, the same way having a certain type of food preference doesn't. (We're putting aside, for the moment, the fact that taste is often at least partially shaped by ones culture becuase I feel that will only muddy the waters on this particular topic.)

All that said – and this is where I suspect you'll stop enjoying my take; sorry about that, nonnie! – I think that for Mickey bottoming does have a lot to do about trust, at least initially. Not in the sense that it's something super special and precious that he wants to reserve for his one true love or anything like that, but in the sense that I believe that Mickey, as a result of the enviroment he grew up in, is very, very aware of the assumptions sometimes made about bottoms (usually by straight people). I've actually written halfway extensively about Mickey's relationship to his own sexuality before, so for a longer and even somewhat coherent explanation of my thougths on this, please check that out.

Here, let me just note that Mickey might well know that liking what he likes doesn't make him a bitch, but he's also highly cognizant of the fact that others might thinkit makes him a bitch, and he can't afford that (especially not in prison; I think his main motivation for fucking me there is mostly to just get off - and it's a good opportunity to actually do it with men without revealing himself as gay - rather than to establish dominance, but he exclusively tops because doing anything else would mark him as a bitch). Except with Ian he chooses to risk it, repeatedly, and I think that does signify a rather large amount of easy trust.

The thing is, though, that I think that after having what he had with Ian and living openly as a gay man, I think Mickey has come to a place of self-acceptance (and, significantly, to a place where the worst has already happened and he survived it) that allows him to truly not give a damn about what anybody but the people close to him assumes, which makes bottoming less of a trust thing and thus no longer something he only feels comfortable doing with Ian. (Which doesn't mean he's comfortable doing it with just anybody he's fucking; see Byron.) I have some thoughts about what this means for his stay in Mexico (LGTB+ unfriendly cartels and all), but I'll get back to that in response to another ask I got on this topic.

So yeah, I think that Mickey probably has bottomed for other people (and that this is a somewhat unpopular opinion in the fandom) but only after he had been in a proper and official relationship with Ian – and I do think that trust is a pretty important component of the whole thing in this particular case; not because bottoming is inherently something that requires extra special levels of trust, but because of Mickey's awareness of prevalent discourses surrounding it.

Finally, I want to note that we'll never know what Mickey did or didn't do before he hooked up with Ian, or what he did or didn't do while they were apart. We can argue one way or the other until the cows come home, and I think we can build a pretty strong case either way, but at the end of the day, it comes down to preferences and what we think makes for a more compelling interpreation. This is the one I vaguely favour (at this time, at least; I've been known to change my mind over time or if a more compelling theory is presented to me); if you prefer another, that's perfectly fine and reasonable. I'm very happy to discuss this and as always I'd love to hear other people's thoughts, but I'm not looking to get involved in any messy fights over it. (Not directed at you, btw, nonnie - loved the ask! Just a general PSA for others who might stumble across this!)

Oh, and other sweet nonnie who sent me an ask on this subject: I'll get back to you with a proper response within a few days! I've saved some thoughts especially for it, so while you already know that we don't fully agree on this, I hope you'll find it somewhat worthwhile. :)

#i tried to keep this somewhat short #so it's pretty cursory #but i hope it was at least a little interesting to you nonnie! #mickey's relationship to his sexuality remains highly intriguing to me #mickey milkovich #asks #meta #my stuff

[kckenobi]

So I started this year with everything planned out—I thought I knew exactly how my last year and a half of college was going to go, exactly how I’d get from point a to point b. And then suddenly all of that was kind of out the window.

The only thing that didn’t change was that every night, I’d open the notes app of my phone and work on a little fic that I didn’t think would ever see the light of day—it was just for me, for fun, because I loved to write and I loved star wars and that had always been enough. But then suddenly the world was wildly different than it was when I’d started writing it—and I felt a little isolated. Just me, curled up in my bed typing a story on my phone or reading fic the way I always have. Isolated and wondering—I wonder who else is out there? I wonder if there’s anyone out there who loves to write and read and make art about these characters like I do, who I can share this fun hidden side of my life with?

And there was!

I got on ao3 in April and tumblr in June, and I can’t even imagine how this year would’ve been if I hadn’t. Writing has been a way to heal and grow and connect and reflect, and to find goodness in a strange time. I wrote somewhere around 120,000 published words of fic, more than I’ve ever written in a year before. And in part that’s definitely due to the love and encouragement I’ve gotten from all of you :)))

So this is just a thank you—whether we’ve co-written together, exchanged headcannons or brainstormed ideas, whether you’ve replied to my posts or reblogged my fics or art, whether you’ve sent me an ask or popped into my inbox to say hello, offered me support or advice, whether you’ve translated my works to another language, or commented on my fics, gifted me a fic, or written a fic that moved me and got me through this crazy time, whether we’ve interacted once or never at all. Thanks for making 2020 special, for giving it more meaning and connection than I ever expected to find in a year like this.

Looking forward to more wonderful things in 2021, and much love to you all!!

Just tagging a few people I want to send some love to in particular 💕 thank you thank you thank you for all the happiness this year!

@katierosefun @pandora15 @lightasthesun @obirain @ameanstoanendor @patronusdawn @jedi-grandmaster @jedi-nila-rhyn @cloudyskywars @texasdreamer01 @lilhawkeye3 @a-smiling-travesty @ahsokryze @xcertaindarkthingsx @dinerkenobiyt @coldishcase @communistkenobi @giggles-and-freckles @thenegoteator @authortobenamedlater @soka-tano @redkenobi @tantiveone @hanjinart @cacodaemonia @tessiete @sandfordsmostwanted @sandsucks @anakin-skywalker-is-my-hero @sw-maddie @radiantskywalker @siarrawrites @soplantyourownflowers @hoppe2bealive @sonderwalker @littleoceanwhispers @gffa @iam-da-vinci @t-is-for-treason @meantforinfinitesadness @kcat92 @kenobilovebot @thekenobee @hellotemporaryuniverse @julyp @cryptid-coalition @duchess-of-mandalore @coalmine301 @disneyjedi19 @60sec400

(Okay so apparently I can only tag 50 people bUT if I didn’t include you this is still about you!! Thank you for being wonderful and for all the lovely goodness you bring to this fandom!)

#sorry to get mushy on y’all but!!! #I love you!!! #this year was fruitful in very different ways than I expected #and I’m so glad for that #thanks pocket friends :)))) #kasey ramblings

[silence-burns]

Please Hate Me //part 47

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine​ Who would have thought that babysitting a god could be so much fun?

Genre: slow-burn, enemies to lovers, banter

There are few things better suited to following a great summoning ritual than stalking a kindergartener and, quite literally, taking the candy out of his chubby little hand.

"Hey, that's mine!" the brat, Timmy, screamed, but had to watch Loki unwrap the popsicle and munch on it.

"Oh, Timmy," you sighed. "I thought a tough kid like you would handle this better."

"Who the hell even are you weirdos?" Timmy considered ending his question with a kick to the shins of one of you, but decided otherwise under the unnerving gaze of the strange man in a green suit. There was something off about him, that much was certain, but little Timmy couldn't wrap his mind around how otherworldly he actually felt.

He looked around, but none of his friends were around yet, and neither were any adults. 

You smiled your beautiful, wicked smile. "Don't fret, Timmy. We've heard all about your deeds, and boy, did we actually love them."

Timmy frowned. His chubby cheeks puffed up just in case it was time to scream. You didn't look like parents of whatever kid he might've recently offended. The pocket money he was getting ;ately from his schoolmates was nothing to worry about. A few bucks here and there weren't a reason for such a direct approach. Okay, those glitter pens he took from that girl last week might cause some bigger stirrup, but she certainly had a different set of parents last time he saw her.

"The hell are you talking about?" the boy settled on a safe approach.

Loki chuckled and leaned down to look him in the eyes. The features of his face started to blur. Timmy frowned, but blinking didn't clear it up. The harder he looked, the more they melted, and molded, and reformed-

"We know what you've been doing, child," the creature's horns grew and curled, just as more and more sets of eyes popped open. "We have our eyes on you."

The shadows deepened, and the world turned colder and eerily quiet. It was the absolute stillness of something deeply unnatural moving right past you.

But Timmy, despite what his teachers might say, was a smart kid. Being a bully and a petty little thief for years without facing actual repercussions of his actions could not be achieved if one didn't know when was the time to run. Timmy knew that time had come and didn't wait for things to unravel any further. His short legs took him surprisingly far in just a few seconds. Loki and you could only watch him go.

"Do you think it'll be enough?" you asked, taking the lollipop from Loki. It was the strawberry flavor. "I certainly wouldn't want to fail our first commission."

"I guess we'll see," Loki shrugged off the spell. "But I'm pretty sure we gave him something to think about. I can send one of the shadows after him to make sure he doesn't pick on our 'client' at school tomorrow. It'll be awhile before they disperse after summoning, so we can make use of them."

"Will they still lead us to the stolen pin though?"

"Without any problem."

And that closed the case. It was a little satisfying, Loki had to admit. 

He was still unsure about the pin, though. There was something off about the type of magic he sensed in the box. Faint as it was, the tang of death and rot was still unmistakable and didn't fit in the mental image of SHIELD's safehouse it was supposed to be stored in. It made the chase after the truth more thrilling.

Loki fixed his suit. It was not the type of fashion he usually preferred, but the way you looked at him in it made it worth it. There was nothing as confidence-boosting as being aware that you’re the eye candy for anyone lucky enough to pass.

"Shall we?" Loki offered you his elbow as the shadows gathered and formed a rough doorway. Beyond it, only darkness swelled. 

Stepping through it was a fight against condensed mist, but at least it had none of the flesh-shredding quality of Bifrost. 

The shadows Loki had called followed the invisible trail of magic the pin left behind after it was stolen. There was little chance of them being wrong or simply misled, Loki had assured you earlier. As beings stuck in a state of half-existence, there was not in the physical realm so often that it could affect their judgement and cover the tracks. Still, even Loki had a moment of doubt when he took in the place the two of you had been led to.

"I think we should've used that chicken," you said, looking around what was unmistakably a forest. A thick, dark, and very old forest. Definitely the type of forest unwelcome to unannounced travelers. 

It did not mean you were scared. You were just aware of a certain, thick atmosphere hanging low in the cold, winter air. Somehow, it was darker than it should've been at that hour. The trees loomed over you, their branches twisted and hanging low enough to strangle. 

Loki kept on patting your arm while your terror grew, and despite ignoring him for a while, you finally decided to turn.

A thick wall of a hedge, painted in a rotting green and sprinkled with half-melted snow, stood tall and guarded whatever was behind it. The branches were woven too tightly together to take even a peek between them.

"Is that a house? In the middle of a forest?" You asked, but no answer came. There was no road leading to the house. The trees encircled the hedge, but didn't interrupt its space, as if that particular spot had been chopped out of the forest. As if the usual rules of logic and nature didn't apply there.

"Strange," Loki muttered to himself as he walked closer. The hedge ran far in both directions, and from the point you approached it, no gateway could be seen. High above your heads, thin swirls of smoke rose into the air. 

"We should walk around and see how to get in." You gestured to the left.

Loki looked up. The hedge loomed a few heads above him. Even if Loki jumped, he wouldn't see above it. He jumped anyway.

And was swallowed by the hedge.

You knew there was something wrong with that forest, and the strange house especially, even before the branches shot out and wrapped around Loki. He only managed a yelp of surprise before he was pulled in towards the impenetrable depth of the bushes. As much as it was reassuring to know that your senses and intuition were as sharp as ever, the time to brag would come later. Using the ace up your sleeve, or rather sword in your pocket, you made quick work of all the choppable branches. 

Loki dropped to the ground. 

"You could've cut off my hand!" He looked in horror at the cleanly cut piece of his sleeve. It had been a close call indeed.

"Couldn't you regrow it?"

Loki stopped shaking off the twigs for a moment. "I'd prefer not to find out, honestly."

The hedge, despite your trimming, was as impenetrable as before. The only thing that changed was the distance you kept away from it. After not a long discussion, you decided to look for a way in.

The little gate looked suspiciously ordinary. The metal rusted in a few spots, mercilessly beaten by years of rain and humidity. The path beyond it winded between neat rows of herbs and vegetables and occasionally flowers you couldn't name. The scent of fresh soil hung in the air as you walked through them. The house itself was neither big or new, but was most definitely haunted. There was no doubt about it. It was obvious in the way the windows watched you approach. In the way the smoke curled lazily through a draft you couldn't feel. In the doorknob in a shape of a hissing bat.

"Do we… knock?" you whispered. For reasons you couldn't explain, you had a feeling the house was listening to every word.

"That's usually how it goes," Loki's reply was equally quiet. He made no move to knock, though.

A hollow hooting was the only warning before a dark shape swooped by your heads and landed over the door. The owl was big, even once it settled and closed the wings. The feathers, in various shades of grey and muddy brown, hid it almost perfectly against the wooden planks of the house.

It was a nice owl, one might think without looking closely. Because under further scrutiny, one would notice the deep gash only partially hidden by the puffed up feathers, and the bones peeking out underneath them. 

You stared at the dead owl and it stared back.

It hooted.

"I know, I said I'm coming!" the voice from inside the house shouted. The footsteps neared. Loki and you braced against whatever you'd have to face.

The door creaked open. 

Many thoughts had passed through your mind, but one thing you didn't expect to see was a spotty-faced, alarmingly skinny young man in jeans and a cloud of smoke surrounding him. You got a facefull of an aroma that reminded you of college dorms. You wondered if Loki thought he’d met the wrong end of a skunk. 

"Listen," he said, gesticulating wildly. "I know that y'all always want shit, but my grandma is still on her vacation, and I'm currently busy. She'll surely contact you once she's done, but nothing has changed since last time, and I still don't know when she'll be back."

The owl descended majestically and sat on his still raised hand. The man blinked in mild confusion. 

"I fed you already, don't give me that look, Barbara."

Loki looked at you. You looked at Loki. The owl turned her head backward and noticed both.

"I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure this is the first time we're meeting," Loki forced himself to say after your not-so-subtle nudge to his ribs. "Could we bother you for just a moment?"

"I'm busy, I've got a shift tomorrow and—"

Loki barged in anyway, not interested much in whatever the man had to say. 

The little house turned out to be more of a cottage. Even though some work had been done to restore it and make use of modern inventions, the very core of the cottage stayed the same as it possibly had been for decades, if not longer. 

The herbs hanging from the ceiling to dry filled the air with a pleasant, if a little heavy smell that clung to skin and clothes alike. The huge chimney was full of wooden planks and blasting enough heat from the other end of the large working space to make you regret wearing winter clothing. Whatever was boiling in the huge iron pot hanging over the blazing fire was unlikely to be edible judging by the consistency and color. Or at least you hoped it was not supposed to be edible.

The owl flew in and perched on a chair. 

"Listen, I'd really appreciate it if you could leave me alone," the man groaned, following you. 

He took another drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke, eyes red-rimmed. The owl hissed and moved over the chimney, where she sat with as close to an angry expression as a half-dead owl was capable of. 

To your left, a rather familiar and highly surprising uniform laid along with medical equipment. 

"We'll leave as soon as we get the answers we need," you promised. "And our first question is - who the hell are you, exactly?"

The man blinked. "Are you joking? I thought you were clients."

"What would you sell if we were?"

"I mean," he gestured around. "It's my grandma who deals with potions, but I suppose I could give you a medical check up if you need one? And don't worry if you're dying, that's even better, I've got that covered too. Just make sure to come to me before the decay starts, and I'll put you back on your feet in no time."

"Wait, I'm confused," Loki frowned. "Are you a doctor or a necromancer?"

"My dude, I have no idea where you've been the past few decades, but if you think med staff is capable of making a living from just one job, you honestly should get a reality check. Look around - I literally still live with my grandma and don't even get me started on how much debt I still have to pay off with those stupid side jobs."

"You mean, resurrecting pets?" You looked at the owl. Barbara was not blinking.

"Listen, I'm at the point of my life where I don't ask questions. I just need the money. I want to move out. Have you any idea what it is like to live with your 260 year old grandma who has a better social life than you?"

The silence was a little awkward. 

"Precisely."

Loki wanted to take a deep, steadying breath, but whatever the young man had been smoking didn't sit well with Loki's lungs.

"I must ask though, are you raising the dead because you're such a terrible doctor, or is—"

"Paperwork."

Loki blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Have you any idea how much paperwork follows every death? I'd rather bite off my hand than do any more extra unpaid time than I absolutely have to." The man sat at the table and produced a stash of pot from somewhere. With slow, precise movements he started to roll another blunt. You bent your knees to see under the table, but couldn't find any hidden drawers.

Loki nodded at the man’s comment, although he was nowhere near possessing that kind of knowledge. Deaths that he usually participated in involved little to no paperwork.

"Was this involved in one of your recent side-jobs?" Loki put the little wooden box on the table.

The man shook it before opening. Only after sniffing it did the look on his face change to recognition. "Yeah, I think it was. I was paid to get a pin from it. I don't know what happened to it afterward, though. The client just paid and disappeared."

"How did you get it?"

"Mice."

"What?" Loki asked. You looked around, just in case. 

"No one cares about mice, especially in huge warehouses. That makes them perfect for the job, especially if they're controlled properly."

The dead owl hooted in agreement. Loki had an idea how the mice had been initially caught.

"That complicates our case," he whispered to you.

"Who paid you?" you asked, hoping that the answer wouldn't be...

"I don't know," the young man shrugged. "Some guy in a trenchcoat and lots of shiny money. My favorite kind of a client."

The man suddenly had a few golden coins out and in his hand. You hadn’t even seen his hands go under the table that time. The coins were heavy and most definitely not fake, although you didn't recognize any of the symbols they bore.

Loki did. 

"Do you think that agent of yours will cover any extraterrestrial expenses?" he asked, watching the reflexes shine on the golden surface.

"Where are we going?"

"To the biggest black-market-turned-casino-turned-complete-mess of a planet in the universe."

"How lovely," you said.

Barbara agreed, hooting happily as she hopped off the chimney and landed on Loki's shoulder. 

"Take her." The young necromancer yawned sleepily. "She hates me anyway. Just remember not to give her any pickles. She's got terrible gas."

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