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virgin!eddie x experienced!metal!reader
warnings: this is smut. 18+ only (minors dni!). p in v, oral for both, v masturbation, hair pulling if you squint, sub!eddie, dom!reader, use of 'ma'am', 'good/sweet/baby boy', 'baby', 'sweetie/sweetheart', some cockwarming at the end for funsies.
a/n: hi, this is my first fic in this fandom. i would usually post this on my personal blog, but i really don't want it being found now that i'm an ~adult~ with a ~career~ and apparently that means not being known for writing smut. which i did exclusively in other fandoms. anyway. here it is!
synopsis: after the latest of many encounters with a gorgeous metalhead he met at a concert, eddie accepts an invitation to go back to her place.
The personal mix tape he had made you for your first date played in the background. Summer air lifted the curtains in your window, wafting over the scent of the now half-dead flowers he had given you on your second date. Your ring, which you had given him to wear on his necklace at the end of your third date -- or had it been your fourth? --, clacked against his signature guitar pick as your fingers gripped the back of his neck.
But all of that, all the dates and memories, faded away with the rest of the world until it was just you and Eddie Munson -- you in his lap, his hands under your shirt, making out like two desperate teenagers.
That's what you'd thought he was at first. Just some Hawkins High reject with a fake ID and enough balls to brave the security outside the club where you and your band played every Thursday night. You were used to fanboys. Baby punks looking to check off another item on their Bucket List of Badassery. Sleep with the bass player. That wasn't how you rolled. You liked to have fun, but when it came to sex? That shit meant something to you.
When you'd told as much to Eddie -- who had assured you that his ID wasn't fake and he was definitely older than the other members of his band -- he didn't walk away. Plenty of guys had before. Too impatient. But there was something different about this one. Eddie actually listened when you spoke, and remembered what you said. He'd invited you to play D&D with his group, out to lunch, and to his band's practice sesh. Decidedly non-sexual dates. Something that you (a "certified metal babe" as Eddie had once put it) weren't used to.
Make no mistake, there was more than enough sexual tension. Eddie had told you plenty of times he wanted to see the rest of the tattoos you had hidden beneath your clothes. More than once he had nipped at your lower lip while kissing, or his hands guided your hips to press flush against his. But nothing felt forced, or required, or owed.
You did everything because you wanted to. And that night, you wanted one thing and one thing only.
And judging by the way he groaned when you sucked on the soft flesh of his neck, so did Eddie.
"Fuck," he ground out under his breath when your hips rolled against his. "You're fucking amazing."
His arms wrapped around your hips, securing you in place while he rutted up against you. You wore a pleated skirt, and could feel through your panties the growing bulge beneath his hard denim. You giggled, a wicked tinge to the sound, and brushed your lips against his ear.
"I haven't even taken my clothes off and you're already so worked up." You nipped at his earlobe. "Poor thing, you've waited so long, so patiently. How many nights have you fucked yourself, hm? So frustrated."
Apparently at a loss for words, Eddie leaned back and captured your lips in a sloppy kiss. His hands skated up your sides, taking your shirt with them, rubbing your back and skipping over your bra.
Wait. Was he... shaking? God, he was desperate. You decided to take matters into your own hands -- or else you'd be making out for the next hour. In one quick flourish, you removed your shirt and tossed it to the floor. You'd worn your black lace bra, the one that was a little uncomfortable but made your tits practically spill out of it. And besides, you figured you wouldn't be wearing it for long.
Eddie groaned at the sight of you. His lips were on your cleavage, mouth tracing the gentle slope of your collar bones, sucking at biting at your flesh. You took his hands in yours and guided them up to your bra clasp. His fingers immediately went to work.
For five seconds. Then fifteen. His kisses slowed as his focus shifted, and when you leaned back to look him in the eyes, not only was his gaze downcast but his cheeks were red.
"S-Sorry," he breathed. "I'm just... Just a little nervous, I guess."
You chuckled and lifted his face in both hands, your gazes meeting. You pressed a kiss to his nose.
"Baby, don't be nervous. I'm just like any other girl."
"Yeah, well, I haven't..." He cleared his throat, hands returning to your hips, fingers tapping in an anxious fidget. "I haven't really been with... any other girl."
"No way."
Those were not the right words. Eddie flinched, shaking his head, a begrudging smile on his mouth.
"Yes way. Uh, not many girls want to fuck the freak." He squeezed your hips. "Look, I know you probably think it's stupid. I'm sorry --"
"No, no. I only said that because... I mean, look at you." You tipped his chin back up, one hand running down his still-clothed chest. "I don't get how you don't have girls tripping over themselves trying to get in your pants."
He lets out a laugh, bitter, short. "A couple made it all the way to the trailer before they realized they'd made a mistake."
"They did make a mistake." You readjusted yourself, settling further into his lap and tossing your arms over his shoulders. "They could've been the first person to have your cock in their mouth, or in their pussy, or to see you cum. But I'll gladly take their place."
You rolled your hips, grinding down onto him. Eddie closed his eyes, reveling in your warmth, the certainty of your movements, the promise in your words.
"I'm not gonna be good," he announced, his eyes flying open. "I know you probably expected this night to be different, but I don't know what I'm doing. I mean, I've seen porn and stuff but... I know that shit isn't real."
You smirked. At least you didn't have to have that talk with him.
"Don't worry. Why don't you just lay back and let me make you feel good, hm? And if you don't like something, you want me to slow down," your fingers curled into his hair and tugged, tilting his head back a little, "or speed up, you just tell me. Okay, sweet boy?"
"I want you to feel good, too," he said, breathless, fingers drifting up your ribs.
"Oh, sweetheart. I plan on using you to cum until I can't even remember my own name."
Eddie let out a whimper, and you wasted no time unclasping your bra and letting it fall somewhere near your shirt.
"Touch me. Wherever you want, whatever feels right."
His dark eyes were locked on your tits. He lifted one hand, the other still on your hip, and cupped one in his palm. His thumb drifted over your nipple. You let out a soft moan, bottom lip between your teeth, and let your head fall back. Your hips kept moving, slow, hard thrusts against him. He pinched your nipple, tugged it, and you let his name fall from your lips.
"More," you whispered.
A sudden bout of bravado must have taken him, because he leaned forward and latched onto your nipple, his hot, wet lips puckering as he sucked. You cussed, one hand returning to the back of his head to push him further. He must have gotten the message; you felt his tongue swirl around your pert nipple, flicking over it. Your hips stuttered, new wetness pooling between your legs.
His other hand came up to tease your other breast, tugging and playing with your nipple before capturing it in his mouth and sucking.
"You have no idea how good this feels," you sighed, shutting your eyes. "I'll show you. Let me show you. Is that okay?"
He nodded, humming his approval, and the vibration sent electric shocks through you. He released your nipple with a pop! and looked up at you, anticipating.
"There are way too many clothes between us," you said, still panting for breath. "Should we fix that?"
You'd never seen a guy fling his shirt off faster. His Hellfire shirt was his favourite, too, but there it was discarded alongside yours. Eddie was lean, little muscle to him, and had a tummy that stuck out a bit. Your fingers ghosted over his tattoos, hand drifting down to trace his happy trail with one finger. You removed yourself from his lap, kneeling between his outstretched legs, and hooked your finger in his waistband.
"Just like I imagined," you cooed, and tilted your head to one side. "I think of you every night, especially after you drop me off." You unzipped your skirt and, slowly, slipped it off. His eyes were on you, fixated, following every move. "I get home, run upstairs, and lay down in this bed. I slowly take off every piece of clothing, pretending its you undressing me. I'm always soaking wet." You hiked your panties a little higher, their black lace slipping against your folds. Eddie licked his lips. "Sometimes I get into the shower and let the water rush over my cunt until I'm shaking. Sometimes I rut against one of the pillows you're leaning against."
Eddie unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans. "I don't always make it back home."
"No?"
He shook his head. "I've had to pull over and jerk off way too many times."
"Poor, desperate baby." Once his pants were undone, you helped ease them off. "You just can't control yourself, can you?"
"No, ma'am."
You cocked an eyebrow at the title. Eddie's face went bright red.
"S-Sorry, I --"
"I have good news for you, then: you don't have to control yourself around me. I'm the one in control. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
He swallowed thickly. "Yes, ma'am."
"Good boy."
He whimpered, but this time you weren't sure if it was because of your words or because you dragged your nails over his bulge through his boxers. A quick nod from him was all you needed to take those off, too. His hard, leaking cock sprung free, a desperate red at the tip. Bigger than you'd imagined.
"I've wanted to do this since the night we met," you said before licking a long stripe, balls to tip, along the underside of his cock.
Eddie jumped, hips twitching up, searching for purchase. You leaned forward, stroking his dick, letting the tip brush against your nipples.
"Just relax, sweetheart. I've got you."
You lowered your head and swirled your tongue over his tip, velvety soft, salty with precum. Eddie's eyes fluttered shut. He fell back against your pillows, fingers already twisting the sheets. He moaned a string of cusses when you enveloped him in your mouth and sucked -- softly to start. But gradually, your movements quickened and you took his cock deeper, one hand jerking the part you couldn't swallow.
When you glanced up, Eddie's eyes were screwed shut. His chest rose up and down rapidly. You pulled away, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.
"Baby, look at me."
He shook his head. "I'll cum in five seconds if I do."
Your chuckle made his eyes open.
"Aw, sweetie," you drawled, pressing a kiss to his tip, "you don't get to decide when you cum tonight. I'm in control, remember?"
His cock twitched against your lips. You reached one hand up.
"Hand me a pillow, will you? The one with the thick seam."
He reached back and did as you asked. "Are you uncomfortable down there? We can stop."
"I'm not uncomfortable," you said, positioning the pillow between your legs so that the seam lined up with your clit. "Just need a little relief."
You didn't give him time to respond. You took him back into your mouth and ground down on the pillow at the same time. You moaned around him, sweet friction making your pussy clench around nothing. You could feel the pillow getting wet beneath you. You reached down to pull your panties aside, plucking them from where the fabric had slipped between your puffy folds, and groaned when your swollen clit met the seam directly.
Eddie's breaths were hitched and uneven. One hand had come down to grip your hair. The taste of precum was overwhelming now. You lifted your head, leaving his cock hot, soaked, and throbbing between you.
"Watch me," you commanded, taking the pillow away and spreading your legs open. "And don't touch yourself. You're finishing inside me tonight."
Eddie could only nod, sitting up. You dragged your fingers through your folds, gathering your juices and bringing them up to slather your clit. You let out a moan, circling the sensitive bud with two fingers.
"You see where I'm touching, right there? That's as sensitive as the head of your cock. Touch it, lick it, suck it, and I'll melt in your arms. See how I'm doing it?" You spread your legs further, showing him how you pushed two fingers into your opening and dragged them back up to your clit.
You knew just how to get yourself worked up. But having Eddie there watching you, eyes hazy with ardour, made it ten times better. Your breath hitched at every flick of your fingers. When one hand drifted up to play with your tits, you felt every brush of your fingers as if it were the first time. His gaze was locked on you, memorizing every movement, learning just the way you liked it.
His voice was husky and low, so much that you almost didn't hear him when he said, "You said lick it, suck it. Can... Can I try?"
Your fingers were stuffed in your pussy, to the knuckle, and slowly you removed them. You got back on your knees and reached out. Eddie opened his mouth, his hot tongue tasting your fingers, and he moaned.
"You want to taste?"
He released your fingers with a wet pop. "I want to make you feel good."
You nodded. Eddie was on his hands and knees, crawling up to settle between your legs. You spread them wide, but Eddie grabbed them and hooked them over his shoulders. He gave your opening a few tentative flicks with the tip of his tongue. Then, he licked a stripe from your opening to your clit, his tongue laid flat.
You let out a long, high-pitched moan. "Just like that, fuck, just like that, baby."
You could feel his grin. He was down there for forty-five minutes, greedily shoving his tongue into you, sucking your clit -- gently, then hard enough to make you cry out. His ass rolled as he rutted against your bed, shaking his head, teasing your clit, slipping two fingers inside you.
"Curl your fingers," you gasped at one point. "Like this." You make a come-hither motion. "You'll feel a soft spot, just touch th--"
Your words devolved into babbling moans as the pads of his fingers connected with that sweet spot. At first he flinched away, uncertain. But once Eddie was sure it felt good, and your back arching off the bed wasn't out of pain, he hooked his fingers inside you and focused his mouth on your clit.
"Fuck, fuck! I'm so close." But you knew you needed more than just this. "Stop, stop."
Eddie pulled away, soaked from nose to chin. Concern creased his forehead.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need more than that to cum."
"Sorry, I know I'm probably not great at that yet."
You grasped his face in your hands and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue as it wrapped around yours. When you pulled away, you were both breathless.
"You're amazing, baby. It's not you, it's just how my body works." You straddled him, then reached over to your bedside drawer. "And I just so happen to need your cock inside me. Is that so bad?"
Eddie shook his head as you retrieved a condom from your drawer.
"I insist," you told him, used to having heard every argument in the book. But Eddie made no complaints, letting you unfurl it onto his cock.
You sat up on your knees, guiding his cock with one hand to slide against you folds. In no time, his shaft was slick. You lined up the head of his cock with your entrance.
"Ready, baby?"
Eddie nodded. "Yeah. Yes."
You sunk onto him, inch by delicious inch, feeling his cock stretch you, stinging and sweet. You took a second to settle, waiting until the deep ache of being stretched subsided, then began to move. But Eddie's hands flew to your hips, stilling you. His eyes were squeezed shut again.
"J-Just a second. F-fuck..."
"What is it? Talk to me, baby."
"Just feels s' good. I c-can't... 'm gonna cum too quick."
"Oh, my pretty, baby boy. Look at me." You stroked his face. "Don't you know? That's the whole goal of sex: to cum."
His grip loosened, and you set a slow, gentle pace. As if to distract himself, Eddie's fingers found your clit and rubbed in quick, light circles. You couldn't help throwing your head back with a moan.
"Such a good learner. Good boy."
His hips stuttered. "F-fuck, don't say that. 's too good."
You gasped. "Using your words like a good boy."
He moaned, grabbed your hip with one hand, and shoved you down onto him. His cock slammed into that sweet spot inside you. You saw stars, and had to blink them away as he thrust up into you, just as fast as before but harder now.
You leaned back, exposing your clit for him, and let him set the pace. You gripped the sheets, eyes rolling back.
"S' good, Eddie. Harder! Make me cum. Can you do that, baby?"
Eddie licked his fingers and rubbed your clit, his cool spit setting your senses on fire. You couldn't control the string of moans that escaped your throat as your orgasm quickly approached. You watched him, forehead slick with sweat, hair clinging to it, his lips parted in pleasure, his eyes cloudy, his gaze drifting over you in worship, in reverence.
Your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt squeezing hard around him, and you nearly had to push his hand away from your clit, it became so overstimulated. But just as you recovered, Eddie's arms wrapped around your waist and he held you down on him, heat spreading inside you as he came hard, brow furrowed, eyes shut, forehead against your chest.
"Fuck," he whispered against you. "I... God."
"I thought we'd settled on 'ma'am.'
Eddie glared up at you, but he was grinning. You sat up, gathering his hair up at the back of his head, brushing strands away from his face.
"Was that okay?" you asked.
"Okay?" His gaze had softened to something like wonder. "Jesus, Y/N, that was..."
He didn't finish his sentence, and instead captured your lips in another kiss. This one was slow, deep, his arms still wrapped around you. When you parted, you let your foreheads and noses touch.
"Should we get cleaned up?"
"Mmm," he groaned, "can we just stay like this for awhile?"
"Still hard?" you chuckled.
But Eddie shook his head. "Just want to be close to you for a bit longer." He paused, smiling. "You're not like any other girl, by the way."
"What?"
"Earlier, you said not to be nervous, because you were like any other girl. You're not. You're amazing."
You couldn't hold back your smile. No, Eddie Munson was definitely not like the other guys you'd brought home. He was a freak who brought you flowers and made you mixtapes. Who took his time, actually wanted to make you feel good.
Who let you be his first.
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I wanted to write out the character dynamics between Lucky and the Straw Hats because I have fallen deep into the Little Lucky AU. At first it was just gonna be a series of one shots with little to no plot for funsies but now I’ve gone and fleshed it out into its own fully developed AU and I feel compelled to share my thoughts on it.
Since I have this happening right after Arlong Park, I realized that at most, they’ve known her for like a week and some change with Sanji only knowing her for a couple of days. I think that this would make adjusting to her becoming a child much easier because ultimately, none of them really knew her. Hell, with her amnesia Lucky barely knew herself. 
It would take about a week for everyone to accept that this is how it is now. The devil fruit user tried to warn them that the effects were permanent (meaning that she’s not going to suddenly switch back, not that she’s permanently 4 she is still going to age normally), but they thought this person was bluffing in order to get mercy or something. As time passes and Lucky is showing no signs of turning back, everyone begins to feel some regret about punting the user into the sea, but now it’s too late.
In Lucky Break, she doesn’t come clean about the truth of where she came from until after Enel is defeated in Skypeia, but in this AU she would tell them the truth during the Alabasta arc. After Drum Island when Nami is recovered because she felt bad for keeping it a secret when Nami was sick.
Luffy’s relationship with Lucky has by far been my favorite to develop, I find it super interesting. Despite not knowing the adult Lucky for very long, Luffy’s emotional intelligence being sky high helped him to understand her better than she probably even understood herself. There was something off about her, and he knew it within their first conversation. The way she had a tendency to shrink in on herself and physically close herself off, and the fact that her smile never once reaches her eyes told him a lot. He doesn’t know where she came from or what it’s like, but he can’t imagine it’s all that great if this is how she acts. He still wants to go there, but now it’s because he needs to throw hands with whoever made her that way. After she’s turned into a child, he immediately notices that she now has that spark that was missing from her eyes before, and he’s bound and determined to fan that spark into a flame so that he doesn’t see that same look when she becomes an adult again.
Having a small child on board does ever so slightly mature him. At first he’s like “Oh there’s a little kid here now? Fun!” but then it evolves into “Hang on I’m responsible for her”. He realizes that this little kid is going to depend on him for everything. Sure, he has his other crewmates to help, but as captain he feels the weight on his shoulder more.
After the Enel situation happens he becomes more noticeably mature and goes out of his way to hover around her more and make her happy. He’s more prone to involving himself in the actual childcare aspects of her life instead of just being ‘the fun best friend’ to her. He sits in on her appointments with Chopper and helps as much as Chopper will allow, both because he wants to help and also as a way for him to see what she had to go through in the moment that he wasn’t there to protect her. He also tries to give advice, mostly about following her dreams and understanding how valuable the freedom to do so is. He’s still her best friend at the end of the day, but there is an air of seriousness to it now.
Lucky idolizes Luffy intensely, he is her Shanks pretty much. Between him being her best friend and saving her, she wants to be just like him when she grows up. He’s the best person ever in her book and she will fight anyone who tries to trash talk him (much to the horror of everyone else who is rushing to stop her).
Zoro naively thought he would be escaping Lucky fussing over him now that she’s a little kid, but he was very wrong. She’s still trailing behind and yelling at him to sit down so she can “make it better”, but now she’s just got a box of colorful kid band-aids instead of actual bandages. Zoro is covered in a rainbow of band-aids at any given moment and he can’t even take them off because she’ll put more on there while scolding him. 
There’s a post where I talk about their interactions a little bit here. With the part about sword fighting, he is very serious about it, but if you look closely you can see small smiles here and there as she makes more progress. He is very proud. He wishes Kuina could have met her, he thinks she would have liked Lucky. Tries to shield her from the idea that she will only be able to go so far because of being a woman, he doesn’t want that stupid mentality weighing her down.
If someone asks him what his relationship to her is, he would state that he’s her teacher. If you asked Lucky, she would say he’s her big brother. Zoro feels like he’s going into cardiac arrest but keeps a straight face and says “that’s fine too”. Lucky looks up to him too, but she also lowkey likes to bully him in true sibling fashion. Like telling him to put his boobs away, running off with his sake, pulling pranks on him when he’s trying to nap, that kind of stuff.
Right after Arlong Park, Nami was feeling very attached to Lucky (tbh she’s the first to start showing yandere tendencies in Lucky Break), so she was honestly a little disappointed at first when they realized Lucky wasn’t turning back into an adult. She would never admit this out loud, but she did feel that way. She snaps out of it pretty quick though and declares herself ‘big sister Nami’. She gets very into it, and likes being the big sister for a change.
As far as she’s concerned, she’s the only responsible adult on board (until Robin comes in). As such, she’s constantly trying to keep Lucky attached to her hip because she’s worried that the others are going to hurt her by doing something stupid. This doesn’t work all that well because there are other people on the ship that are more fun and goofy than she is, so Nami spends most of her day running after Lucky. Lucky is the only person that she doesn’t have a tab for. She’s a little kid, and as adults, it’s everyone’s job on board to take care of her and that includes buying her stuff like clothes/toys/etc. Nami does teach her the value of money and how to be responsible with it for when she’s old enough to have some money of her own, but Lucky isn’t indebted to her or anything.
Lucky finds it a little odd at first when some woman she barely knows insists that she’s her big sister, but she goes with it. Nami can be a little bit of a stick in the mud, but Lucky knows that she can go to her when she needs help. Since they sleep in the same room (sometimes at least, there are lots of sleepovers in the guys’ room), Nami is usually the person she goes to when she has a nightmare.
Usopp is great with kids, and that includes Lucky. He found adult Lucky a little intimidating (for reasons we will get to soon enough), so he honestly gets along with child Lucky more. He loves having a gullible little kid around that he can tell his tall tales to, given that she’s too young to be able to immediately call bullshit. However, he doesn’t anticipate how many questions she’s going to ask about the story. He wasn’t ready for the constant flow of why’s, how come’s, and what’s that’s that get thrown his way. On the bright side, his improvisational skills skyrocket from this.
His job in regards to Lucky is to grab her in a dangerous situation and run away as fast as he can, a role he chose for himself. He does fall victim to being roasted by a tot over this because she will call him a big baby for screaming and crying (lessens post Enel). As a sniper, he is supposed to be further from the battle than others, so he typically is the best choice for her to be with. Like Zoro, he wants to teach her how to use his own weapon of choice and even makes her a tiny slingshot. This backfires because now she’s terrorizing him and Zoro with it (and also takes cracks at marines sometimes).
Usopp is her friend. He doesn’t have the title of best friend or big brother which hurts a bit, but he learns to cope. Lucky does spend a lot of time with him since she thinks he’s funny and fun to play with. He only helped her prank Zoro once because she immediately played innocent and threw him under the bus. That being said, only she can bully him, Franky better sleep with one eye open for beating him up!
Sanji is her dad now, and no one can rob him of that, he will kill for this title. He held off for a week tops after she was turned to make sure that she wasn’t just going to go back to normal, but after that he took a page out of Zeff’s book and adopted her. He wants to go back to the Baratie long enough to let Zeff know he’s a grandpa, but for now will have to wait. He’s always trying to get her to call him “papa” to varying levels of success. She doesn’t cooperate at first because she really doesn’t know him, but she’ll warm up eventually and start calling him that. Though she does sometimes switch back to using Sanji just to mess with him.
Lucky is his entire world basically. You thought he was obsessed with women? That pales in comparison to his devotion to his little princess! His wallet has more pictures of her in it than it has actual money. What money isn’t spent on getting food gets spent on her. If she looks at something for too long, she’s getting it. Nami gets on him frequently about spoiling her too much, even though he says there’s no such thing. Ironically, he has better luck with women now because he’s more toned down around them and it’s just cute to see a doting dad, but he is completely oblivious to it. He genuinely believes that the women are only approaching him because they think Lucky is cute and doesn’t even pick up on them flirting with him because he’s too busy showing off the pictures in his wallet. Nami thinks this is hysterical and won’t point it out.
He wants to cook with her so much, he’s always trying to involve her in the kitchen (with age appropriate things of course). There are limits to what she can safely do, but he’s happy just to have her in the kitchen as a taste tester if that’s all she can do. She doesn’t need to become a chef or anything, but he wants her to know the basics at the very least. If she wants to have a tea party, he’ll get her to help make the little treats to go with it and show her how to perfectly steep the tea. No imaginary tea parties on his watch. The one thing he’s strict on is her eating habits, she needs to stay healthy and that’s not up for debate. If she just genuinely doesn’t like something, that’s understandable, but she can’t just feed Luffy under the table to get dessert faster.
Lucky’s actual father was very emotionally and physically distant, so it takes very little time for her to latch onto Sanji as her new dad. When she does, she basically becomes a daddy’s girl overnight. Sanji gets pulled into playtime whenever he isn’t in the kitchen, whether it be including him in the tea parties, “styling” his hair with dozens of colorful barrettes, or simply making him get in on the games she was playing with the others. With how god awful his childhood was, it’s honestly a little healing for him. He’s happy that he can give someone else the childhood he didn’t get to have. 
Chopper doesn’t get to be the baby of the crew anymore. Lucky would probably be the first to be able to really get close to him on Drum Island, because even Chopper isn’t going to be scared of a four year old. Wary, but not scared. However, after seeing that she isn’t afraid of him and is genuinely trying to befriend him, he comes around. It’s shocking to him to learn that she’s part of a pirate crew, but also inspiring. If someone so young can do it, he can too! They’re fast friends and become thick as thieves. 
Lucky thinks all of his doctor stuff is super interesting and likes to watch when he’s making medicine. She asks lots of questions and also gives out compliments easily. Chopper even shows her how to do some very basic first aid since that’s a good thing to know in emergencies. He also goes over what plants are poisonous and to not eat anything she doesn’t know for a fact is safe. Besides the medical stuff, Lucky enjoys hanging out with him lots because she thinks he’s around her age (and does not believe him when he insists that he’s 15). 
Lucky keeps referring to him as her little brother and it’s driving him insane. No amount of “I told you I’m 15!” will stop her. She thinks he’s lying because they’re both the same height give or take so obviously that means they must be the same age. He can’t even grow into a bigger form because she’ll just say that it doesn’t count since it’s not permanent. Like Luffy, being responsible for the safety of a child does make Chopper slightly more mature. Don’t get me wrong, he will still run away if Lucky is already safe, but if she isn’t then he will square up. Maybe if she sees him protect her, she’ll start calling him big brother! She doesn’t.
Robin feels so conflicted when they first meet. It’s one thing to be taking on grown adults that knew what they were getting into by taking on Baroque Works, it’s another to see a small child being dragged into by association. She intentionally leaves Lucky out of reports to Crocodile. She keeps hoping that Lucky will be dropped off somewhere else and be off the radar, and feels sicker and sicker as they keep getting closer to Alabasta. She’s just a little kid and doesn’t deserve to be dragged into something like this.
After joining the Straw Hats, she finds herself drawn to Lucky, and even uses her name. She does some mental gymnastics to justify this by telling herself that technically it’s a nickname so she’s in the clear. She’s totally not getting attached, she tells herself as she tucks Lucky into bed and reads her a bedtime story. It doesn’t help that Lucky follows her around like a duckling because she finds her very mysterious and cool. Having Lucky think that her devil fruit and all her knowledge is awesome really warms her heart.
It takes a while for her to be called it (post Enies Lobby), but she becomes the mom of the group. Unlike with Sanji, Lucky came to call her this entirely on her own. Robin needs a minute after she gets called that for the first time. That being said, she fills the role well. She’s got that calm and caring vibe to her, while also being a total mama bear. If anyone looks at Lucky the wrong way, she’s eliminating the threat on the spot. Her baby is not about to be punished for existing with what the government deems to be “bad people”. She’s harsh towards anyone she sees as a threat, but especially with marines/government agents. 
Franky is definitely surprised to see a little kid with the Straw Hats, but it also earns some respect from him. He appreciates seeing pirates that don’t just abandon their children, thank you very much. Franky has an energy to him that kids love, and Lucky isn’t immune to it. Granted, at first she just wants to fight him and he can expect to be pelted with pebbles from her slingshot until she’s forgiven him for the Usopp incident. He doesn’t take this personally. In fact, he encourages it. Hell yeah kid! You stick up for your friends! Show me who’s boss! His attitude makes it very hard for her to stay mad for long, especially with Usopp telling her that it’s okay they already made up.
His goofball personality and eccentric behavior make him a lot of fun to be around. On top of that, Lucky likes to sometimes watch him work. He’s very quick to engage her in it, too. He’ll explain what he’s doing and why in great detail, and is happy to answer any questions she has. He’ll even let her hold a flashlight for him even though he has his own built in. Very supportive if she wants to learn more from him, but won’t push it either.
After Lucky comes around on him, she calls him uncle Franky. He’s just got those fun uncle vibes to her. He truly loves the title and is proud of it. He gets a bit cocky and asks if he’s her favorite uncle only to get humbled by her saying no with zero hesitation. Sorry, Franky, you’re no competition for uncle Ace. Despite the devastating blow to his ego, he is a very fun uncle and is insanely protective. 
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Hello! Firstly I wanted to say that I'm an old fan since your overwatch days and I've always admired how much depth you're giving all the characters and relationships you touch! I'm talking like, mariana trench DEPTHS. And how confident you seem about just doing the things you enjoy and exploring the themes you want? I really respect that.
I'm having a bit of an art crisis recently and I was wondering If you could offer some advice?
I'm thinking about self-indulgence in art, particularly fanart. I like to dive in deep to expand on characters, I find it as enjoyable as creating my own work. But I fear of people getting angry at me for latching onto these characters, thay they'll say the original work wasn't THAT deep, or that I'm completely wrong or cringe or whatever. And I don't care about being right or anything, I just want to have fun here and tell my little stories? :( The fear is making me keep the work to myself and I don't know what to do. Would it be better to just enjoy it on my own?
Your blog really is goals when it comes to that, so I'll respect your opinion a lot. Thank you for your time!
holy moly thank you so much for your sincerity first of all!! Second, this is making me misty eyed ngl!! I have alot to say about this so i shall put it under a read more bc im gonna ramble
If someone cares about you fixating on your fave characters, then they're usually the fucking weirdos in this situation if they dont just block you and move on. I LOVE making shit up about my faves like i have a modern au hc that kakashi and gai are ddr competition rivals and i gave yeehan 7 dogs just for funsies!! we were in the trenches in early overwatch making up our own lore bc there was none and it was so fun
I've always been like that now that i look back bc when i first started uploading my shitty ms paint fanart on deviant art in like 2006(naruto funnily enough we've come full circle) i was still drawing cringey shit /I/ wanted to see. I don't agree with almost all of it today, but i remember the fun i had while making it, and that's really the trick. Drawing what you personally want to see then people can come and go audience wise. If they like it, they like it, if they dont? oh well! There's people who still follow me from when i was 14 and i follow them even tho we're in completely different spaces now.
The fanart part i vibe with personally bc im really bad at coming up with totally original work and premises. i much prefer having pre-established rules and worlds to work with (plus the characters i love getting massacred in the writing i HAVE to save them)
Just existing online will garner you mean comments or asks, and my best advice is its not worth it to take the bait even if its absolutely absurd and wrong, i just block and go now, and im much happier :) this all being, of course, as long as what you're doing isnt harmful, bc even with good intentions, you'll mess up/blunder eventually. If the heat gets too much for you, no one will judge you for withdrawing your art from social media. thats a perfectly safe thing to do to keep it for yourself.
As an adult, shits not that serious im 28 drawing naruto fanart bc it makes me happy after a long day of work, so have fun!! art's supposed to be fun don't let the fear win i love sharing my art with strangers on the internet!! Hope this made any sense at all and I wish you the best, my friend!!! If you ever wanna dm me, feel free
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hi! Can I request for an ikepri hc with babyyy? Where they bring their baby to work with them! like Sariel bring his baby to work with him like perhaps to a teaching or the princes meeting with him, and his baby was just babbling there (awe ><) . For Nokto where he bring his baby to his meeting with some higher up, and while he was working, he's also playing with the baby ( I imagine between he or licht will get a twin or triplets, depends on you which one of them). Licht/Leon bring their babies to combat practice. For Jin I can't think of anything yet, so if you got one, pleas do it hehe ( I really cant stop thinking that he will really get a twin born) . You can do a pt 2 for other princes too if you want :))
Characters: Leon Dompteur, Licht Klein, Nokto Klein and Sariel Noir and how they are as parents. Rating: General. Word count: 1,394 words  Author note: I’m sorry in advance for any ooc parts on Sariel’s, he is the shortest bit I bit since I haven’t read his route, I probably will re-write it on another hc’s for funsies as well as do the other princes. But so far I’m pretty satisfied. Also this is more of them as fathers more than just with baby kids.
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[୨୧] — Leon Dompteur
He is a fun dad, and he adores being a father. 
There’s just something about having innocence in the palm of his hand, to be able to protect it, raise it, shape it. A memory of all things he could never have and a silent prayer to the sky above. 
He applies the “be the adult you never had as a child”
He won’t ever mind tending to the baby’s needs, sure, people keep saying that wetnurses and nannies are there for a reason since he is the King, but it brings him joy to be able to help his child. 
I don’t think Leon would bring the baby to combat practice, maybe during lunch breaks, but he tries to keep the little prince/princess away until they are older so they start to understand the art of war and combat. 
But all of his men have sworn complete loyalty over the little one, most are eager for when the child grows up and has their division in the army to join their ranks. 
He is super caring of both you and the baby, he always makes sure to thank you profusely for giving him a child (a first of many or so he plans *Wink wink*) 
He takes pride in every achievement of the baby, “Yes, that’s my child!” big cheerleader dad. 
Did the baby learn how to sit, crawl, and roll? He’d be over the moon. He tells everyone. 
His brothers are so done with the conversation. They can’t help but love their little niece/nephew though. 
He is a bit weak and wants to spoil the child rotten, but at the same time, he holds himself back. Wants to build character for his child but doesn’t neglect them.
He would never neglect them. 
Instead, he wants to instruct the child that while they are part of the royalty, there’s an immense gap between social classes, but everyone is equal and their lives are as valuable as any other. They are in a privileged position and it's their job to make everyone’s quality of life better with the power they hold.
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 [୨୧] — Nokto Klein
While he looks like he doesn’t want to be a dad, he’d be the happiest man on earth to have a mini copy of him and you around. 
Warning, this baby/babies(?) are completely spoiled rotten, he won’t care. Your kid(s) deserve the entire world. 
You smack him in the back of the head from time to time because your baby takes longer to walk since Nokto is always carrying them around.
Just like Leon, he is also one to brag about anything and everything his child does, even as a baby. 
It also serves two very useful purposes: to get more information or to escape meetings he doesn’t want to attend (but ends up attending anyways). 
In the first place, he already likes bringing his child everywhere with him and bringing him to parties or social gatherings is a huge plus. 
Everyone fawns about him and the baby, about how a great father he is and how cute the baby is. 
“Oh, I know.” 
Having a baby in his arms gets him a chance to start gossiping with other nobles and get more information after a good talk about parenthood.
His face would get so dark if anyone ever dismissed the feelings of a child, he thinks it's so important that his child or children in the near future (hopefully, if you wish) would feel loved and have all of their needs met. 
As for the latter aspect, it seems that he has a telepathic bond with the baby. 
Does he have to walk into a meeting? Thankfully the nanny comes running to him because the baby won’t stop crying unless he holds them.
He excuses himself for a moment or tries to call the meeting off, but since he can’t squeeze himself out of his duties most of the time he ends up attending and brings the baby with him.
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 [୨୧] — Licht Klein
He is absolutely scared and anxious about every action and decision he takes as a parent.
Don’t get it wrong, he adores you and your baby(s) and would be even more scared if you happened to have twins, knowing his story with his brother and he doesn’t want the story to repeat itself before his eyes.
He believes any child should be free of the burdens from their parents and he lives off by that since having children with you. 
Those dark thoughts? Those past shadows and intrusive nightmares that present themselves before his eyes? He shakes them all off with the light that shines so pure from holding his kid(s). 
Despite being a bit reluctant, knowing the tensions between him and his brother, the child seems to like Nokto a lot, and Licht relies on his brother from time to time, it's not what he would do often but he appreciates another figure the baby can start to trust. 
A thing that brings him so much joy is being able to spend time together. With you leaning against his side and the child nestled between you in bed while he hums a beautiful lullaby he knows will soothe you both, or when you read out loud to them, while the child rests flat against his chest. It's such a calming scene, even when picturing it in his mind.
I also picture Licht as the type to not bring the baby to combat practice until they are much much older; and even if having a skill in combat is important as part of royalty, he relies on his brothers, maybe Yves or even Leon to start the child on their way of learning how to properly use a sword.
When the child grows he won’t even spar with them, he fears his style of combat is too beastly and ruthless, he doesn’t want to harm them by accident or to be violent toward them, even in practice.
He is such a loving father too, he wants to be present in every aspect of their life with you and he gladly takes on any tasks that require him. 
Are you too busy one day or just want to spend a day by yourself? No troubles, he and the baby will go with Uncle Yves and have tea and sweets. Well, the baby will have milk and maybe Licht will have the entire tray of sweets since the baby is still too young to eat those. 
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 [୨୧] — Sariel Noir
This man is a master at multitasking, so handling the baby any day won’t be of any trouble, after all, he almost raised the youngest of the princes so it's a piece of cake for him. 
But he’d rather that you handle the baby at most times since his line of work can encounter some awful people that might stay on his bad book. 
If he knows it will be a calm day with him staying at the office doing paperwork he’d certainly want the child to be with him. 
He can be a busy man and wants to at least keep an eye on his child. 
I can also picture him having a play-pen in his office, he can keep an eye out on the baby; if he happens to have moments where he needs to take a break, he’ll sit with the baby, watch them sleep, and play with them if they are awake.
His favorite times though, are at night, especially if hours passed without both of you seeing each other, he wants the domestic part of having a family of being a husband and a father. 
Oh, but the clouds of not-so-nice thoughts are always clouding the back of his mind, telling him how he should not get attached as all of what you had built together could disappear at any moment by the desire of anyone that considers him a danger. 
But seeing his face, you know how to scare those awful thoughts away, smiling, handing the baby to him, and watching his lips curl into a gentle smile. 
As the child grows I can picture him being a stern dad, he makes sure his child knows that they are loved and he shows it with actions and quality time you spend together as a family.
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What Does Real Love Look Like?
Tech x female!reader 
(Now featuring a Part 2!)
Word Count: ~3.6K
Edit: I messed up, this totally calls the reader "woman" several times, I changed the description so it's clear it's a female reader! Sorry!
Summary: Reader likes Tech and struggles when they discover inadvertently that Tech and Phee are together. Ends happy though, I promise! Tech always pulls out his best for those he cares about, especially if they mean the world to him. Depicts an angsty but healthy budding relationship (between Tech and reader). Angsty fluff, sfw (will probably get a NSFW part 2 soon!)
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TW: jealousy (reader jealous of Phee); no smut; reader learning to handle emotions in a healthy way with a supportive partner; reader is really struggling, emotionally, so very angsty, ends happy tho! Reader is noted to have had prior bad experiences with relationships - details not mentioned, just the feelings that come after a willing relationship that you realize after the face was, in fact NOT so great. Read the author's note for more info, please! I wrote this from my POV, and I totally did refer to the reader as a woman several times, sorry! I also mentioned the existence of a prior male lover for the reader! 
Heavily inspired by @originalcollectionartistry’s 2-part fic Guess I Waited Too Long (1 and 2) which I highly recommend, because they had a good idea to process emotions about the Tech-Phee thing by writing them out! So, thanks for the inspo, friend! 
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Author's Note: I’ve been struggling since Tech and Phee became a canonical thing. I have always felt drawn to Tech, so it hurt to see another man that I liked stolen away by a woman that I felt did not deserve him (her introduction, the way she sat there throwing insults at each of the men and Omega - it is NEVER okay for an adult to insult a kid, in my book - and focusing on a trait that Tech rightly pointed out was not uniquely his, really bothered me). Don’t get me wrong, so far the writers have done a good job at depicting a healthy relationship budding between Tech and Phee, but I still don’t think they would be compatible. I might be biased though. I also realize it is not healthy to look at the situation from an “I liked him and I wanted him” POV. And Phee is turning out to be a much better person than she lets on at first. She just has to get used to someone and warm up to them to let them see her good side. I realize my dislike of her is probably somewhat unfounded. I tend to have very strong emotional responses to things - I need to be tested for a few types of neurodivergency, I am learning that frequent, strong, emotional responses are not a normal response to things. So, I wrote a thing to help me process it! It’s very self-centered. I have had some bad relationships in the past and I thought perhaps the best way to process them without forcing my next real-world partner to deal with them is to deal with them in a fic like this. FYI, this fic is also full of jealousy. Again, reader has strong emotional responses. I wish I didn’t get jealous, but I do, so I need to learn when and where it is okay to let that emotion out and when I need to turn it into something else. Also wanted to write something where Tech’s POV is written out in the way I imagine he thinks, similar to how I think. I have never been good at understanding emotions, I tend to stay quiet and just watch so people don’t scoff at my emotional responses to things, and I like to think that is similar to how he would process it. It’s from both reader and Tech’s POV, just for funsies! This is my first fic on here. I’ve been meaning to pack up the courage and just post something for a while now, and this one needed to be shared, my way of admitting my problems to more than just myself, so thank you if you bother to read this! It also hasn't really been edited well. I wrote and posted it all in one night, and now it's super late and I should get some sleep, but I needed to post it so I stopped bottling up my emotions. So without further ado, the story begins below!
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You were in Cid’s parlor when the message came in. She shuffled out of her office already in a bad mood, complaining about how it had been more than 20 rotations since she had heard anything from her operatives and now she finds out they ditched her for Phee, finishing it with a frustrated “and you could even hear Goggles in the background calling her ‘darling’! It’s repulsive! And frustrating, the way they are taking to a life so different than the soldier-ing they were made for! They were my top team!” 
You sat there in shock. Tech… calling Phee ‘darling’? Your heart which had been so heavy with worry about him and his brothers now lay on a million pieces right there in the middle of Cid’s cantina. The world around you was drowned out by the loudness of your own mind. Until a bottle was slammed down on the counter in front of you. 
“What’s your problem?” It was Cid. “I just asked if you wanted to become my top specialist, and you still look like you’re at a funeral.” 
You ignored her and stared into the empty glass in front of you, mind still reeling, barely able to process the words coming out of her mouth. 
“I warned you kid. He didn’t like you like you thought he did, now did he?” 
“Guess not” you muttered more to your glass than anyone else. 
“So what’ll it be, another glass to celebrate being a free woman again? But if you’re going to mope, don’t do it here. I don’t need someone to bring down my customers. So either order another drink or go home, kid” 
Without another word you got up, tossing a few credits on the counter, and left. 
Back home, you cried yourself to sleep, promising yourself a vacation in the morning. You had enough credits for some time off, and you were going to use them. 
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After a few weeks of searching (they had once again changed their comms), you finally located the batch on Pabu, and went to ask Hunter if he could tell Tech goodbye for you. He begrudgingly agreed, but then (probably rightfully) double crossed you, and sent Tech onto your ship to talk to you. Hunter was right, it wasn’t fair of you to ask him to play middle man, you needed to face your problems head on. 
Tech found you in your ship’s small living quarters that functioned like a one-room home for you, and you both stood in shock and silence, staring at each other for a few moments before Tech addressed the bantha in the room. 
“Hunter says that you wanted to say goodbye?”
“Yes.” Your answer was short and curt. Tech recognized it as anger, though it was not an emotion he was used to hearing from you, especially not directed at him. You were holding back from him. 
“Why have you become so distant from me? We are friends, are we not?” Tech asked. 
“We were.” You answered. 
“Why has that changed? Have I done something to insult you? If I have, please trust that that was not my intention.” 
“I know.” 
Tech raised his eyebrows and held still, waiting for you to continue. You still hadn’t really answered his question, and he knew you were aware of that. But he was also aware that you seemed to be struggling to find the words. So he remained quiet, giving you time to answer. 
“Tech… why are you doing this? Phee is out there. Why aren’t you out there too?” 
“I… am no longer with her.” 
You just stared at him in an apprehensive silence, now it was your turn to wait for him to continue. It wasn’t like Tech to be anything but long winded. His short answer stunned you. 
He looked at the floor. He could no longer make eye contact with you. Words failed him. 
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, Tech. But can I ask you a question?” 
“Yes.” He still couldn’t raise his eyes to meet yours, though he did turn towards you. His eyes still trained on the floor, but stealing glances at your hands, which were nervously fidgeting. 
“What do you mean, you’re ‘no longer with her’? I just want to be clear on it. As previous experience has taught me I’m not as good at reading you as I thought I was.” You looked away. 
Tech’s eye’s shot up to you in shock. “I do not recall an instance when you could not read me.” It was almost whispered. 
You shook your head, still refusing to look at him. You couldn’t tell him your feelings for him, not now. 
“So Wrecker and Hunter were not toying with my emotions when they told me that you like me?” 
You turned your head towards your shoulder, still looking down, and gave a curt nod. Some part of you screamed that Tech had practically admitted he liked you, but your insides were too torn apart to process it properly right now. So instead you looked away again. Focusing instead back on the floor in front of you. 
“Phee has good moments, but her endless determination to warp the truth in her favor and downplay the important contributions of others, including that of Omega, is not something I find acceptable. So I left.” 
You finally looked at him. Stepping forward, you reached out a hand to touch him, but quickly pulled it back. It still didn’t feel right for things to go back to the way they had been with him. 
“Please don’t pull back” he was watching your hands. “I want things to go back to the way they were before. I don’t want to lose you. I did not realize that much was at stake or I would have acted differently.” 
“I’m not sure things can go back, Tech.” 
Tech would not take no for an answer. He accepted you might be right, that things could not go back to the way they were, but that did not mean they could not improve. He racked his brain for an alternative answer. 
Touch. You, Hunter, and Phee all had one thing in common: when people were upset you would reassure them with physical contact. Actually it went beyond simple reassurance, touch was quite a common occurrence with you. So he decided to try it now. He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, albeit a little awkwardly. But your reaction was not one he was expecting. 
You gasped and flinched away. 
He retracted his hand. Watching in shock as you again turned away, this time out of his reach. You gripped your sides tightly. Your sides heaved. You were trying not to cry. 
“Did Phee teach you that?” You asked, and the pain in your eyes made him unable to look away. 
“I noticed that you, Hunter, and Phee all…” he stopped. When you heard her name your hand moved from your waist to cover your mouth and nose. You did not want him to witness your crying. But you could not hide your breathing patterns. 
A hug. He knew that would help. And he needed to finally feel you close to him. So he began to shed his armor and stack it neatly to the side. 
You heard him stacking it and thought he had gone back to work. Simply to ignore you like every guy you had ever been with had done in the past. You turned to leave, but we’re stopped by a pair of arms appearing slowly on either side of you, hovering a few inches away from you.
“May I touch you?” His voice was so small and timid, it was all you could do to keep your emotions inside. “Please?” 
You nodded. His strong arms wrapped tightly around you. And his nose found refuge in the crook of your neck. 
This was new, but as comforting as it was, a part of you hated that this had to start with her name attached to it. You didn’t want to hate her, she seemed nice when she let people in. But you weren’t sure you could ever really forgive her. Even if Tech hadn’t been yours, and the decision was up to both her and him, but not you. There was no holding back the tears now. Your head hung, your shoulders slumped, and the tears flowed. Tech, hung on tight. He didn’t know what else to do. Eventually your tears subsided, leaving behind shaky breaths in its place. 
His nose left your neck, as he tucked his chin into it instead. “Mesh’la” he whispered. 
You scoffed, “don’t you start with that. People only ever use that to get something they want from someone, it never actually means you think I’m pretty. I’ll calm down in a few minutes. You can leave if it bothers you so much.” 
There was silence, but he refused to let go. He was struggling to process it all too. He only ever said things if he meant them, and you knew that. He knew you knew that. But he also knew how blinding emotions could get. It happened to him on occasion too. 
“I don’t need your pity, Tech. Pity, or sympathy, or whatever you choose to call it, it’s the same thing. I never helps people grow, it only ever puts people beneath you. Do NOT call me that out of pity. Only ever say that if you really mean it. To me or anyone else. It is not a comfort word. Okay?” 
“You know I would never say something unless I mean it.” His words were only ever gentle and kind. He rarely ever even raised his voice when he was mad. Another thing you adored about the man. 
You bit your lip. Angry at yourself for your outburst. 
“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “Truly.” 
“I accept your apology. Though I am slightly concerned about your previous partners if your statement is a reflection of your past experiences?” You were quiet. “But that is a discussion for another time, if you are okay with that. For now, back to the matter at hand, why can we not pick up where we left off? I wish to be more than just friends with you this time too.” 
“Again, we can’t, it’s not the same anymore. I don’t have much to contribute to a relationship.”
“Yet, you had prior experience with relationships, I did not. Now I do. I do not see how that is a bad thing. Is it not a good thing that we are on more even footing now?” 
“Not all experience is good experience, Tech.” 
Tech’s heart broke. He had no idea that your prior experiences were not to your liking. His blood boiled at the idea that your last partner had not been aware of what he had. But he did his best to contain the anger, you clearly needed his comfort, not his anger right now. 
“I wanted to share the gaining of experience together. With you and only you Tech. Now that’s not an option. Now every time I look at you, I see only what she… what you experienced with her.” 
“You are jealous.” It was a statement, not a question. But there was no judgment in his tone. Merely an attempt to understand why you were upset. 
“I thought that, with you, I could maybe find a way to make my past experiences something I didn’t hate anymore. I wanted a chance to share the little that I do know with you, because then I would have something to share with you. But now it’s safe to say you definitely know more than I do. I really struggle to learn while dealing with such strong emotions. And my experience is a less than adequate match for what you have no doubt learned from her. I thought perhaps we could gain more experience together. It would have made me feel better if you were learning beside me. Now you have experience… and I… I am left behind… again. I felt like my last relationship left me with less of an understanding about what makes a guy tick than I started with. I know it is unfair to have ever held you to that, though. I’m sorry.” 
Tech still wasn’t good at feelings. He knew that. But he needed to make sure you knew that he was still the same man you fell in love with. And he hated watching the tears run down your face. “I will never leave you behind.” 
“And that’s the problem, Tech. I wanted to learn together. I don’t want a partner to have to teach me everything. I’ve been the partner that has to teach the other person, not sexually, but otherwise, and it’s really draining. I can’t ask you to do that for me.” 
“We can still do this without it becoming ‘draining’, as you say. Every person has different necessities in a relationship. There is nothing wrong with having needs, everyone has needs and limits. We can still learn each other side by side. This relationship does not have to be like your last, we can actively choose to make it different.” 
You were quiet. You couldn’t protest that. 
Tech's signature half smile graced his lips. You were his equal in mind, and that was one of the many reasons he loved you. But there were still moments where he could outsmart you, because that’s life. 
“I’m still me. I’m still new to this too. I still want to learn with you. If you’ll have me?” He asked, one hand sliding around the arms curled at your waist, until it found your hand. Fingers slowly and gently threading themselves between yours. 
You smiled and nodded. 
“Would it be easier for you if I did not use the knowledge I learned while with… Phee?” He wasn’t sure if he should even mention her name. The last thing he wanted was to upset you more. 
“No!” 
Tech flinched at your abruptness, but looked at you with curiosity. 
“Don’t make yourself into something you’re not for me. I love that you’ve learned more about relationships, it just hurts that it wasn’t with me like I had hoped. I just need your patience….. a lot of patience, while I process that… among other things. I know that’s a lot to ask—” 
“—No.” It was his turn to be abrupt and firm. “And I am more than discontent that your prior relationships left you feeling so inadequate. I just want you to feel comfortable being yourself around me. I’m still not very good at emotions either. Again, there is nothing wrong with having needs, so long as those needs are communicated. Everyone has boundaries and experiences they’d rather not repeat. Can we agree that communicating to the best of our ability is paramount, no matter how difficult it may be?” He pulled back and stepped in front of you, putting both hands on your shoulders as he spoke. 
“That sounds like a good idea to me. I can’t guarantee that I will always be able to put words to what I am feeling, nor will I entirely understand it myself. And it may take me a long time to get used to the idea that you were with someone while I still loved you.”
“We are both only human.” He stated. “You know I will also be in the same boat in terms of emotional processing, but you needed to hear me say it, didn’t you?” He stepped towards the chair and sat down. 
You nodded. “Like you said, clear communication from the start, yeah?” 
“Yes.” He replied. He opened his arms to you, offering a hug. 
You gave a watery smile, and stepped towards him, pressing your nose into the collar of his shirt. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you to the bed and then into his lap. Holding you tight in an attempt to comfort you and show you how much you meant to him. He couldn’t bear to see you in pain. 
“Can I ask you a question? You have no obligation to answer if you do not wish to do so, nor do you need to respond today if you do choose to answer it.” He asked, mirroring your question from the beginning of the conversation. 
You sniffled “yes.” 
“Would I be correct in assuming your last relationship left you feeling inadequate sexually, and/or beyond the bedroom?” 
You held your breath and gripped him tighter, curling into his chest even more than you already had. Trying to make yourself smaller. You didn’t know how to answer, or even if you could find your voice if you wanted to try to reply. It was all you could do to focus on breathing steadily, though each breath had gotten decidedly shaky. But he didn’t need you to say anything. Your body language was communication enough in that moment, as was your behavior leading up to this moment. The answer to both questions was yes. He gripped you tighter in return. 
“I am so sorry that happened to you. I will not bring it up again, unless you wish to talk about it. Though I must say I am rather angry at your last partner for leaving you like this. I want you to know it is not your fault, and I will do everything I can to support you through this. I cannot solve it for you, but I do not think you need me to do so, you are a very strong, brilliant woman already. I merely wish to be by your side to see you succeed.” 
“And here I promised myself I would not start a relationship in tears. I have a tendency to let my emotions get in the way, I’m sorry.” 
“There is no need to apologize. I merely wanted to gauge how I should proceed. Do not worry, I will not treat you like a delicate ornament, I am well aware you are strong and capable. Everyone has moments where they need to take some time to themselves and let emotions out. I am glad you feel comfortable around me again, enough to let me see your emotional side. I love this side of you just as much as I love the rest of you, because it is as much a part of you as all the other pieces. Please do not let my presence stop you from letting it out if that is what you need to do right now.” 
Your grip on his shirt loosened slightly. “Thank you” you mumbled into his chest, sniffling again. 
“Now, we’ve both done a lot of emotional sharing tonight. What do you say we get some rest and take this as slow as we need to?” 
You nodded. 
“Please let me take care of you tonight, Mesh’la. I wish to show you my love through my actions as well as my words.” 
“Okay.” The gleam was returning to your eye, and it made him happy to see you regaining some of that spark that he loved so dearly. 
He placed you down on the bed and began gathering all the pillows and blankets he could find and bringing them to the bed. 
“I realize you didn’t want to start a relationship like this. However, I have heard that it is beneficial to be best friends before a relationship begins?” He posed it as a question rather than a statement. It was his way of asking whether this train of thought was one you were willing to pursue with him. 
“I’ve heard that too.” Permission granted. 
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he handed you a pillow to hug. 
“Will you let me comfort you like a best friend would? And then perhaps we can get a second chance at starting a relationship in a more positive manner in the morning?” He returned with one last pillow and sat down beside you. You turned to him and opened your arms, asking for a hug. He obliged with a happy smirk. 
“Thank you, Tech. That means a lot to me.” Your grip on him tightened, and he came to realize this was not a scared grip, but a grateful one. 
“Will you stay with me, tonight?” You whispered into his shoulder. 
“In the same bed, by your side?” He inquired, gently. Clear communication. Your heart soared. So that’s what understanding looked like. So many times before you had been promised clear communication only for you to come out the other side realizing that partner didn't really know what that really meant, or to feel like they had been making fun of your need to communicate everything instead of asking politely as Tech had just demonstrated. 
Tech could feel you smile into his shoulder. 
“Yes.” 
“I shall.” 
He lifts the covers and gets you both tucked you in, noting your insecurity and struggle with letting him care for you. You're not used to being treated like this. He doesn’t like that. You have always done so many small, caring things for him. He feels like this is the least he can do for you. One last tear trickled down your cheek, and he kissed it away. Perhaps that was not what a best friend would do, but he loved you more than that anyways and you knew that now. Besides, it made you smile, that was what mattered. 
Things would be different this time. Things would be better this time. Tech was not like your previous lovers. He was observant and communicative, and you loved that part of him dearly. There was still lots to talk about, but it didn't all need to be processed in one sitting.
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jezmmart · 7 months
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Unwarped version of the photo from the very end of the Summer Special for funsies.
No more jokes or avoiding questions about exactly how long it's going to be, the Summer Special is truly over now!  Thank you all again for reading. I hope it was enjoyable for those invested in the characters and those who just tune in each week for a quick chuckle alike.
It's been a fun challenge to write my first longform story for the comic, as it's far from something I'm confident in.  All together it clocked in at 85 pages (though shave a few off in spots where I just used negative space for dramatic effect rather than filling the longer pages with panels all the way down).  With the average page taking me 3-5 hours to make, that's about 14 days of work.  If I just didn't sleep I could've cranked this out in less than a month, dang!  Well, next time.
I've had the jist for this story in my head for a fair few years so it's been nice to finally realise it.  I'll get into the nitty-gritty when the trivia posts get this far I'm sure, but while it's still fresh in my mind, here's some off-the-cuff bits regarding the broad story for fun:
(Spoilers for anyone who hasn't read it yet!)
* I originally envisioned this as a thing I'd secretly work on behind the scenes and drop in its entirety for download, framed like a traditional "summer special" magazine. But unfortunately I just don't have that kind of time, and knowing that it would be years of work to do it alongside my other output, paired with the fear that not every reader would necessarily ever get around to reading a longform thing when they're used to just tuning in for a 30 second fix once a week and moving on, it became a no-brainer to just make it a "special" in spirit only and make it part of the main comic.  And I know myself, the only way this was ever getting done is if I just posted that first one and then locked myself in to having to finish it, one week at a time.
* The fact that I did it in 2022-2023, and the pacing of the story for the first half, was entirely dictated by the fact that Chamomile's update day was due to land on Christmas Day in 2022.  If I wanted to make that inappropriate Christmas Day comic joke, it was now or never, and because it needed to be a standalone ridiculous one comic scene in juxtoposition to the rest of the story-driven special, staging it as a dream sequence between the two days had to be the time for it.
* To that end... when I began working on it, I didn't have the whole thing planned out.  Day 1 of the trip was more or less sorted but I still had a ton of comics that were just scenes with no jokes yet, and Day 2 was a big question mark that somehow had to lead to Vi's dramatic reveal to Bri and realisation/meet-up with Sam at the end of it.  Day 2 was only fleshed out and finalised by around December last year, when everyone was going to bed on Day 1!  The idea to more thoroughly conclude Brianna's story in an extra epilogue, segregated off from the rest of the special so Sam and Vi's scene would still feel like a "climax", and also allowing the summer special to continue through this year's summer rather than ending right beforehand, only came to me early this year, and finalising the particulars of it came right down to the wire, with all the comics involved fleshed out and ready to go basically when I began drawing the first (or maybe even second, lol).
* On the note of Brianna, her story here is a lighter version of a story idea I had for her back before Cammie even existed and I was considering making a comic about her - a story in which someone returns to their hometown or a special place to find solace but instead finds out that everything has changed and has to learn a hard lesson about how nostalgia can't save you from adult life overwhelming you etc.  In my head it was to be a relatively sombre mood, but tbh I don't know where to begin writing something like that and have it be engaging throughout.  All I know is how to do jokes!!  So I mourn the loss of that imagined version but I'm happy I made something of it at last.  It's impossible to make stuff to your initial vague vision, it was always bound to change!
* While weekly updates meant I never had the time to flesh out their pre-relationship friendship as much as I'd always imagined I would... Sam and Vi have been destined to happen since Sam was introduced to the comic.  Been playing the long game in trying to make them inconspicious but shippers gonna ship and plenty of people saw it coming, but that's fine, haha!
* The elongated search for a 20p coin to get into the public toilets and then it turning out that contactless card payment could have been used the entire time was a real thing that happened to me and my partner during our 2016 holiday in New Forest.  It was really really funny and I've been sitting on the story in order to use it in Chamomile at some point for years and years.
That'll do for now!  Please look forward to the return to regular ol' classic Chamomile antics from Sunday!
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generic-whumperz · 7 months
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Intro Post & Masterlist(s)
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THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN ADULT CONTENT, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! 
Anything explicitly NSFW will be marked “Mature,” but still this isn’t really a kid-friendly space so minors please DNI!
Side blogs:
•@generic-whumper (SFW whumping) •@generic-throw-away-blog (random bs & some fandom stuff) •@generic-writing-tips (exactly as it sounds) •@generic-horror-slut (for just straight up horror and gore)
The Aid Masterlist (current WIP, 18+)
Other works can be found at the bottom of this post under “Story Stuff,” but there isn't much else because I'm focusing on The Aid for now.
Congratulations, you have stumbled upon another (generic) whump blog, hence the name! New whumper in town, made this blog Aug 2023, and just started writing. Currently just working on one story right now (yay hyperfixations), that is slowly consuming every waking thought. Help
Other blog info below the cut!
About me:
🔪I prefer to be anonymous on here, so just call me “Generic/Gen,” them/them, mid (quit lying to yourself) late-20’s.
🔪Dyslexic bitch & silly goose—please excuse typos, misspellings, and any grammatical errors! I don’t have an editor or beta reader, so cut me some slack; I re-read and edit as best as I can, but my brain be playin’ tricks on me, and shit falls through the cracks! Just manage your expectations is all I’m sayin’, I’m not a professional.
🔪I’m (unfortunately) an American and my obnoxious word choice will probably reflect that.
🔪I’m currently a full-time college student taking a fucking break! But still, any written works I choose to share will not be uploaded on a set schedule (I write slow, my brain only occasionally works, & I’m busy), I apologize in advance!    
🔪I run a queue- there I said it! I am shameless about it, and nah I won’t tag it.
🔪I’m not a professional writer nor am I going to school for an english degree. I write for funsies and this is mostly just a hobby for now.
🔪Lover of cryptids (Mothman fucks), paranormal enthusiast and certified Haunted™️. Weird shit WILL leak into my writing eventually. Don’t be surprised if a ghost or skin walker makes a cameo. It’s more fun this way, just go with the flow.
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What You’ll See Here: 
All types of Whump; I’m talking all of it bay-bee (detailed types below this section), including: polls, writings, prompts, tropes, scenarios, art, gifs, etc.
Reblogs-a-plenty
Really bad home grown memes 
Whumpy rambling coming straight from my delirious brain
My own sub-par short stories, ficlits, and maybe even an eventual series or two
My own mediocre art (eventually)
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Whump I fuck with (like a said, pretty much all of it!):
All gender & POC whump (including lady whump, lady whumpers, mixed gendered Whumpee & Whumper combos, etc. Errybody getting whumped ‘round here.)
APOCALYPSE
Hurt/comfort
Hurt/no comfort
No hurt/comfort
Physical, emotional, and mental (if there’s all three it’s a magical trifecta of hurt)
Sickfics (I HATE being sick so I get it)
Medical (totally have iatrophobia—I’m a wuss who’s terrified of doctors and hospitals—so once again, I gettt ittt)
Lab (this is like medical, but worse)
Pet (including WRU, BBU, etc.)
Dehumanization
Captivity (short & long term)
Multiple Whumpees, multiple Whumpers
All types of Whumpees, give me stoic, give me angsty, defiant, broken, cursed, conditioned, big, small, ALL OF IT
All types of Whumpers, but especially those creepy and intimate ones that make you want to rip your own skin off (look, I’m here actively seeking out to have a bad time—bad time=good time)
Caretakers in any and all form, my favorites are platonic or found-family caretakers, but if Whumpee just so happens to find their new boo-thang, love that for them just the same.
Recovery and caretaking
Gore and body horror
TORTURE
Chains, restrains, collars, rope—just tie that B down!
Fantasy, sci-fi, paranormal, supernatural, magic
Historical, present, future
Non-human (and human)
Cannibalism
Explicit stuff like non-con, dub-con, forced drugging, etc. I will always add TW’s and tags to my posts containing hardcore stuff and it will be marked ‘mature’!
 
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Whump I refuse to Touch with a 10-foot pole:
Anything explicit with minors
Furries (sorry, I just fucking CAN’T)
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Other Story Stuff & Random Things:
Subject X: BB217 Intro
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dodriotrio · 2 months
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Introduction?
Hello? I see lots of people doing this. My name is Kane. I am a Pokemon ranger in Galar. I mostly stay in the Wild Area unless there is an emergency, but I also help rehabilitate injured Pokemon.
This is my team. They help me with my work!
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They have names in Kantonian, but I call them their Galarian nicknames unless they're being given commands. That way only I can tell them to do things, for safety. I will be using those nicknames on here.
And also, here is a picture of me!
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Galarian is not my first language. I speak mostly Kantonian, but I use a translator here. I don't have one in real life, so sorry if I get confused.
I want to spread awareness and positivity about Pokemon that are not well known! If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them.
Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction >:) I follow from @act11as! Muse is an adult, mod is a minor, don't be weird, etc.
Please note the blanket unreality warning in the description, I do not tag #unreality to avoid flooding the tag, but I do try to tag all non-out of character posts with #pkmn irl in case you need to block things from your dashboard at times! On that same note, OOC posts will be tagged as such, and I will mark them with green text (though often not past the first line, because it can be grating to look at after a while)
All trigger warnings will be tagged as "[word] tw" for the sake of consistency. And if I forget to tag something, please shoot me a dm or an ask!
Additionally: Please note that I am autistic and very chronically ill. I may have to end things earlier than they were planned to be because I just suddenly had a flare-up, and I often misinterpret/forget things, o7 please feel free to remind/correct me if I do!
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Guidelines? I guess?
Literally any kind of pokemon irl blog can interact! Sentient pokemon, eebydeebies, evil teams, whatever. I'm chill with anyone, though the muse may not be, keep this in mind. If you want to do something, send me a dm! I'm more than happy to discuss things ^^
IN CHARACTER anon hate, be it just being an ass, homophobia, etc. etc. are perfectly fine. Note that I probably wont respond to all, especially if it seems to go a bit too far. (same vein: Feel free to start arguments with him if you want. It's always fun to write him angry <3)
^ Additionally, feel free to harass him for the bit. Just for funsies. I love playing into it if you can't tell!
As for all my blogs (so far) because I like unreliable narrators... Kane DEFINITELY is one! He will Blatantly Lie and avoid answering questions, feel more than free to interrogate him on things. Because he needs it.
Extra:
Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy whenever you so please. (links go to the source posts for all 3 lol)
Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.
Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!
Some organizational tags:
#[Nickname] the [Pokemon] - Tags for different Pokemon Kane owns!
#Mylah! - Specific tag for one of his friends, @/tinkatinktrain
#Reblog - Reblogs!
#Responses - Replies and reblogs with commentary.
#Ranger Ramblings - Ranger work stuff!
#Kane's Pokemon Talks - Pokemon facts/information!
Poke-Fostering journeys - Talks about foster pokemon that Kane keeps, updates, etc.
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And... Here's his playlist. You could listen to this, or you could just listen to the entirety of Jhariah's discography. You'd get the exact same effect either way.
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myst867 · 26 days
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WIP Tag
Thanks for the tag @suzyq31! My writing has slowed down after having a burst mid Feb because of IRL things mostly but still... chipping away at my fics. Also because I only have five WIPs (that I admit to - I'm putting them in order of priority too.)
List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)
An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing
Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!
Then tag 10 writer friends
Titles
Intertwined: Sirius keeps Harry once he rescues him from Godric's Hollow. Harry is born with mismatched eyes that will mirror his soulmate's eyes. It has a lot of tropes I'm fond of - soulmates, sirius lives, background wolfstar, more powerful enemies and more powerful harry/hermione.
Meddling With Time : Harry and Hermione are thrown into a "fixed" timeline after they travel back to the Marauders era to kill Voldemort. They thought they would be erased when their mission was completed ... instead, they're dealing with whole new lives.
Matched : Social Media AU; Voldemort defeated in the first war. Hermione was raised in France and meets Harry when they're adults through a dating app in which they both lie and say they're muggles. They find out they're not muggles... when they meet as coworkers at the Ministry.
Red Thread of Fate : Harry always wondered who Hermione's first love was - it was one of the things she never talked about and it brought them together in an unconventional way. It wasn't until 10 years later traveling back to the past that he realizes it was him.
Remedy : Post war Harry and Hermione are struggling to deal with the aftermath and learning who are they are now after all their experiences.
All Harry/Hermione pairings and all pretty wildly different. Intertwined is at the top b/c I honestly am so done with this WIP being stuck in third year. After I move to fourth year though more of my attention is going to be split between Matched and Meddling with Time.
Upcoming Scenes, Events, Details
Intertwined: We're right up to their first kiss and realizing they are in fact soulmates! Yay!
Meddling with Time: Ahh there's so much in this one. So many things I'm looking forward to publishing. I think the biggest scene and this is a spoiler but it's Hermione realizing why Harry looks so different physically when everyone else looks pretty much the same. She does not handle the realization well.
Matched: Looking forward to writing the fight and the reveal of who's been doing everything. It's going to be fun.
Red Thread of Fate: sounds bad but I'm looking forward to writing the break up scene between Harry and Ginny.
Remedy: LOL. Easy. The first sex scene.
I hope ya'll don't mind the tag but I'd love to see what you guys are working on! @tiffanytoms @amethystheart2421 @rachelfivehundred @bellairestrella @alexandra-emerson @jabean-fanfiction @pjxckson @itstopplingdomino
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extrasensoryscholar · 5 months
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Introduction.
Hello, hello! My name is Alzis Myers, and I am a naturally born psychic... No, I do not also specialize in psychic type pokemon. Stop asking.
I am a history enthusiast, and while I do work professionally, (you may have heard my name in a few places,) most of my research and findings are independent. Unless it's peer-reviewed, take it with a grain of salt!
However, I primarily made this account not to publish my musings, but as an attempt to socialize! If I come off as off-putting, I truly, truly apologize. It has been a while since I've held proper conversations.
But, enough about me. I'm not a Pokemon trainer, but I have three Pokemon of my own.
Delphi (♀️) - My Absol. The partner I've had longest, and my best friend. She's an older girl now.
Kiran (♂️) - My Cubone. He's still very young and small. I've had him for about a year and a half now.
Atlas (???) - My Sigilyph. It's an Alpha. I am not quite sure about many things regarding it, but it enjoys patrolling my property, I think.
I shall be getting a proper image of them soon!
Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction >:) I follow from @act11as! Muse is an adult, mod is a minor, don't be weird, etc.
Please note the blanket unreality warning in the description, I do not tag #unreality to avoid flooding the tag, but I do try to tag all non-out of character posts with #pkmn irl in case you need to block things from your dashboard at times! On that same note, OOC posts will be tagged as such, and I will mark them with green text (though often not past the first line, because it can be grating to look at after a while)
All trigger warnings will be tagged as "[word] tw" for the sake of consistency. And if I forget to tag something, please shoot me a dm or an ask!
Additionally: Please note that I am autistic and very chronically ill. I may have to end things earlier than they were planned to be because I just suddenly had a flare-up, and I often misinterpret/forget things, o7 please feel free to remind/correct me if I do!
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Guidelines? I guess?
Literally any kind of pokemon irl blog can interact! Sentient pokemon, eebydeebies, evil teams, whatever. I'm chill with anyone, though the muse may not be, keep this in mind. If you want to do something, send me a dm! I'm more than happy to discuss things ^^
IN CHARACTER anon hate, be it just being an ass, homophobia, transphobia etc. etc. are perfectly fine. Note that I probably wont respond to all, especially if it seems to go a bit too far. (same vein: Feel free to start arguments with him if you want. It's always fun to write him angry <3)
^ Additionally, feel free to harass him for the bit. Just for funsies. I love playing into it if you can't tell!
Alzis is very much a morally grey character. His opinions are not my own, etc. He's also an unreliable narrator! PLEASE question what he says.
Extra:
Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy whenever you so please. (links go to the source posts for all 3 lol)
Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.
Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!
Some organizational tags:
#[nickname] the [pokemon] - Most posts about Alzis' pokemon should be tagged like this.
#Inquiries and Comments - Custom ask tag
#Alzis' ramblings - General post tag!
#Pokehistory rants - History rants and rambles!
Additionally, here's his playlist! Don't... mind the 4 different Mind Electrics... bro's going through it.
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astroboots · 2 years
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Yo so I'm obsessed with homecoming, your masterlist is literally my bedtime reading and I'm not embarrassed to say it. If you're accepting drabbles, I cant stop thinking about how the reader has individual quirks with Frankie and Santi. For example, the reader has a lot of banter with Santi and they are always play arguing or wrestling/trying to pin each other just for the funsies. But with Frankie, they always have a lovey, touchy relationship and they kind of work together to get stuff done around the house, go walking/hiking together, and just chill in each other's company. So basically Santi and the reader are chaotic and annoy the shit out of Frankie, but Frankie and the reader can literally just chill or do anything in each other's company and they love every second of it.
I literally love your writing, never stop it's amazing!
Hello love, that's an absolutely beautiful ask and I am teary-eyed by how accurately you've pinpointed their relationship because that's exactly what it is. I wrote a little something something I hope you'll like, inspired by this ask. (You are wonderful and I love you).
HOMECOMING DRABBLE: DIFFERENCES
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Homecoming Drabbles | Homecoming Masterlist | Astroboot’s Masterlist
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There is this phenomena that occurs, whenever people are put in a room with someone they grew up with. Be it family, a childhood friend or even an old schoolteacher. People have a tendency to regress into the behavior they have developed around those people at that age. It might be the explanation as to why you and Santiago act like overexcited children around each other at times.
You grew up down the street from each other. You used to spend days after school, pooling together your weekly allowances to buy the bulk-pack of juice boxes so you could get more snacks for your money's worth as you split it up for the week. You'd spend the afternoons at his house, hogging his Nintendo or rummaging through his books while your mother was at work, a house filled with people and noise compared to the empty silence of your own.
When you are around Santiago you regress, because you are transported to that time and place. A time when you used to come home everyday to a microwavable meal with your name marked on a sticky note on top of the box. The only sound keeping you company the whirring hum of the fridge.
A silence like that eats into the soul. It marks you and makes you shrink, until you wonder if silence is all there is.
You'd spend evenings hunched over a desk with homework and a cheap desklamp that washed away every speck of colour in your line of sight with its fluorescent brightness.
Evenings were spent cleaning after yourself, erasing traces of the activities you were up to during the day, and any crumbs of your existence from the space around you.
By yourself, you had to be everything. A cook, a cleaner, your teacher, your parent. Fulfilling the role of an adult who wasn't there because as much as your mom would have wanted to, she had to work three jobs to keep the electricity running. There isn't much room for children to be children in a time and place like your childhood.
It's why, when you are around Santiago. Something changes in you. From day one with Santiago you can be loud, obnoxious, messy and lazy. You can be the embodiment of every negative trait that Santa would have marked on his list as being bad, and Santiago would still open his door and welcome you in when you walked down the road of your street to his.
The only thing you ever had to do to win his friendship was beat his ass in Street Fighter, because he'd always want a rematch and demand another round.
When you are around Santiago you act like an overexcited child, because he was the first person to create a space and time for you where you could afford to do so.
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Your relationship with Frankie is different, because Frankie is different.
Introduced to you as Santiago's buddy from the army during one of the man's leave. You knew he was special from the getgo because Santiago had never brought anything from the army home with him. Home, he had said, was a space he did not want to have tainted with that part of him.
Yet there Frankie was, a man with a soft voice and even softer eyes. So soft you could not believe there was a space for him in the military and you liked him for it.
Kind when he agreed to help you move furniture into your first apartment when Santiago had volunteered him.
Patient when Santiago had started griping about the angle and how your three seater couch needed pivoting in order to get up three flight of stairs.
Helpful when he had driven home to get his toolbox so he could help you put up three dozen of photoframes of friends on the walls.
Reliable when during your next move not eight months later, he helped you spackle and fill all the holes left behind by the nails and then done it all over again in your apartment not four blocks down the road.
Frankie is something that for all the love you hold for Santiago, Santiago couldn't be for you at the time. Reliable. Present. There.
Always there.
Whether you were laughing and smiling with friends after work at a dingy bar shouting out answers at a pub quiz. Whether you are curled on the bed, eyes swollen with tears, unable to find the energy to get out of bed. Whether it's good times or bad.
Frankie is always there.
The love you hold for him is soft and kind, much like the man himself. It's also certain. Unwavering. Just like the man has treated you with every passing second, minute and day of the years you have been together.
The way you love them both is different, because they are different, and that's okay. Because you're in the incredibly lucky position where you don't have to choose.
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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year
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Ch18 Spoilers: What the Hell Happened with Aemond
Hehe okay I don't have the patience to wait until the explanation fits into the narrative, because it won't come up for a while. Daeron's gonna have to do a lot of digging back at the Citadel before anyone in-universe finds this out; until then, they're all going to treat it a bit like a miracle since they won't know any better. But y'all know me, and y'all know that if I do anything I make sure it's canon compliant in like ten different ways haha. I've put a ton of thought into this and didn't write this plot point just for funsies!
Also, if anyone wants to wait to find out, by all means do! But the reveal won't be treated as a huge plot twist, so you'll still be able to enjoy Stormbreak with all of the expected amounts of suspense if you want to read further! So if you want to know how Aemond pulled off what he did, or exactly what he pulled off, read on!
Before you read this post, read this one here because otherwise parts of this will seem like they come out of nowhere.
Basically, if a rider comes across a dragon who is directly related to their claimed dragon (parent/child/sibling), there's a possibility that they can claim that second dragon. I got this idea from all of the emphasis of the phrase "blood of the dragon," because it was interesting to me that the only bloodlines that seemed to matter were the Targaryen ones. But what if the ability to form this bond was inherited on the dragon side as well? Remember that every single dragon in Westeros is a descendant of the first dragons who came over from Valyria with the Targaryens, all of whom had this type of bond.
But a rider can ONLY form a simultaneous bond with another dragon if that second dragon is currently unclaimed. Remember that in my lore, nothing can replace or break an existing bond. And I maintain that! So RIP Joffrey, and please don't try to get on Syrax, she already has a rider and she won't accept another; no dragon with a rider ever will. This is also why Rhaenyra didn't bond with any of her sons' dragons, even though I think most of them probably hatched from Syrax's eggs: They were all placed inside her children's cradles, and basically bonded the second they hatched.
Since it's canonically really difficult to get an egg to hatch, even if you're a Targaryen, I also think that an egg is unlikely hatch for a rider who already has a dragon; if they want a second one, they'll have to claim an adult, "widowed" dragon rather than hoping that one will hatch for them. For example, if Rhaenyra wanted to claim a second dragon, she'd need to wait for one of Syrax's eggs to (1) hatch on its own and grow a little, or (2) get and lose a rider before trying to claim it.
How does this fit into canon? Well, if you check all of ASoIaF canon (I don't recommend it, since it takes forever, but I did), there is no instance of a Targaryen coming across an unbonded dragon related to their current dragon, aside from possibly Daenerys, who does succeed in forming a relationship with her three dragons. I've described here that I think Daenerys's bond with her dragons is meant to be a bit unique, but I acknowledge that the vast majority of the fandom considers her to be a rider of three dragons, not just one. And Daenerys's dragons are all siblings, and all of them were unclaimed when she came upon them! You can believe this without contradicting the idea that she was only able to hatch them because of a blood sacrifice. So it works for the same reasons that Aemond claiming Vermithor works, while preserving Daenerys's narrative importance as being different from all who came before her! She's still the first Targaryen to ever hatch and claim multiple dragons at once, and she's still the first Targaryen to have three dragons at her beck and call.
This adds more nuance and emphasis to the focus in Valyria on twins, siblings, and family. If bloodline matters on both sides of the dragon-rider bond, it's a great thing for dragons to be related to each other, since it increases the likelihood of a rider being able to claim multiple dragons. It's also going to help me play a ton more into the narratives that I've been setting up of the rule of three ("the dragon has three heads, and all that").
Finally, this lets me pay homage to how Aemond actually claimed Vhagar in the books. I understand why they did it differently in the show, and actually have no complaints about the scene where he claims Vhagar; I think it's one of the best scenes of season 1. But in the books, Aemond scrambles up Vhagar's side and into her saddle so quickly he doesn't even have time to worry about possibly dying:
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And I love that this moment allows me to parallel what happened in the books, and stay very true to his actual character and personality. For all that bloodline is important, I also didn't want to ignore that the personality of rider and dragon do have to be compatible. I think Vermithor was probably pretty impressed at Aemond's sheer audacity, just like his mother once was. Plus, we know that in the Dance they specifically only let men try to claim him because it was suspected that he'd only tolerate male riders because of Jaehaerys.
Anyways, as always I've put way too much thought into this haha. But this is part of why I've been emphasizing the phrases "blood of the dragon" and "the dragon has three heads" and why I've written the dragon bond in general as almost a familial bond.
TLDR: Any dragonrider, not just Aemond, would be able to claim a second dragon, ONLY IF that dragon is a direct relation of their first dragon, and ONLY IF that dragon does not have a bond already in place. There are just so few dragons that this opportunity has never presented itself before in Westeros, but I think it was probably common back in Valyria, hence the focus on the "blood of the dragon" and the symbol of three in Targaryen culture. This also helps to explain why Daenerys was able to bond with her three dragons, if you subscribe to the belief that she's got an equivalent type of dragon-rider bond.
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recurring-polynya · 3 months
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Fanfic Round-Up 2023
I was looking at last year's round-up in preparation for doing this and it is very hilarious because it starts out with "well I set a new record in sucking" and let me tell you: I have blown away last year's new record in sucking.
That's not entirely fair-- last year, I had a pretty big word count before I stripped out everything that I hadn't actually written that year, which knocked it down to about 113k. This year, I posted an extremely sad 58,086 words, but if you add in the fanfic I spent half the year working on and haven't finished yet, it gets back up to about...113k. This is still roughly half of what I used to be capable of, but I guess I'm just not anymore. I actually tried to quit writing in the first part of the year, because it was making me miserable, but it turns out that then I just got I-am-not-writing-miserable, which was much, much worse, so I just started Doing It Miserable. I finally started feeling a little better around October before I got kneecapped by Christmas, just like I do every year. Anyway!! Here's the goods:
Most of this year's Squad Six is Jerks (volume 4 of my multi-year collection of short stories) was stuff for RenRuki week, so technically it got written in December of 2022, or before because at least two of them were things I had lying around. It includes Part 3 of my silly Renji-joins-Squad 4 AU, an angsty TYBW healing springs story, some zanpakutou nonsense, and a nice Rukia birthday story that I'm actually pretty proud of. Later on in the years, as part of the Bleach Returns event to celebrate cour 2 of the anime, I wrote a little post-lude to the Rukia's arrest scene, which I am never not thinking about.
My big accomplishment for the year, I guess, was go places, a Rukia-and-Renji-prepare-to-try-out-for-the-Academy story. I had started it years ago, and it was just this little, no-plot thing that I was fond of, and I decided to dust it off and make something of it. That turned out to be a ton more work than I expected, but I'm actually really proud of the result, which is a little bit melancholy, but also full of heart (and world building). Please read it if you enjoy scenes where characters go to the post office.
On my usual one-every-three-to-twelve-months pace, I wrote two adult fanfics this year. One is the (loose) sequel to the other. If you like stories about people having sex in extremely inconvenient places, please check out the very descriptively named Rukia and Renji Bone Down in the Urahara Shouten Stockroom and/or Things to Do in Hueco Mundo When There's a Sandstorm and You're Stuck in a Cave.
The last thing for this year was a fraction of your happy heart (irresolution doesn't suit you), a nice story where Renji and Orihime commiserate about the long-haul pining lifestyle and then go fight each other for funsies. Now that I think about it, this was another one that I pulled out of the dusty WIPs pile and finished off.
I guess that was a big theme for this year, which on one hand, sounds kind of lazy, because all I did was finish things. On the other hand, I finished a lot of things, which is sort of the perpetual lament of the fanfic writer, so good for me. Also, it was easy for some of them, but for others, it was a lot of work (I am looking at you, go places).
Also, I very much did spent a lot of time working on my next installment of the Heart is a Muscle. There's still a significant stretch to go, but I'm pretty confident that I'll be able to complete it in the first part of 2024, before the Summer Vacation slump (I have now learned to set my expectations very low for June-Aug and also the month of December, because that's just how it is). After that, I'm optimistically hoping to pick up and complete a little in love now and then as my fall project, but that's a long way off, so we'll just have to see.
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I guess I'll call myself 🔥 anon??? Idk lol. I changed my writing style with that first ask, but whatever. This is important, so who cares.
Anyway, I get it. I come from a family of artists and academics and teachers. My childhood dreams were to be a painter, a marine biologist, or someone super smart with a well-paying job. After that, in high school, my dream was just ATAR. Get a good ATAR score. Be good at learning and be told, "Yeah, you could go to university."
It's a year or so after that goal was set. I'm moving down to general classes and doing things I love more. My business cert is no longer there just to say "I have a certificate", it's because the teacher is one of the nicest teachers I've ever met and I like the class. Take IT because it's easy. Do human biology because you think the immune system is fun. I'm younger than you, sure, but one of the best things I've learned is exactly what that old saying says.
"Jack of all trades, master of none
but better than a master of one."
I'm having the time of my life. Will I end up getting higher education? Probably. Because I want to. Is it okay if I drop a course halfway through and never pick it up again? Is it okay if I have to ask teachers to slow it down?
Totally.
You don't have to be good at school to be good. I'm awful at it, and gifted kid burnout destroyed my life for a while. But I have friends and family who love me, and slowly, I'm learning to love myself, too.
I wish you all the best.
hi again fire!anon i
fully teared up reading this JKHSVJFHDKSDFKJSD
you might be younger but my gosh youre a whole lot wiser than i was when i was at uni age.
youre right and i agree with everything you said. i guess im just still stuck in that weird portion you mentioned of set academic/career goal -> set academic/career goal -> set academic/career goal that now that im in a place where i can start wanting things that are a bit more outside of the usual goals i had before. it's scary as fuck!!! i wish somebody could just tell me what to do instead!!! but i absolutely believe in the essence of doing things because you love them
while im not in class anymore, im a notorious hobby hopper. i learned how to crochet for funsies and i dont anymore but i still loved doing it, i have on and off durations of being obsessed with origami, i keep wanting to learn basic html for website building but keep putting it off because im worried im not smart enough to be able to handle it but honestly, when i have the time and motivation, i should just do it.
im like you in the sense that gifted kid burnout also ruined my life a bit, i think it uh....still is up til now, probably, judging by how badly 90% of my life's decisions are still made on the basis of whether or not i can get A Good Grade At Task HVSLBDFJSDJFK. but eventually, i hope it lessens its hold on me. i think one of the hardest things about going from student to adult was accepting that i cant Get A Good Grade At Life. absolutely mindboggling to me. can someone else please tell me what to do and if im doing good at it? please? i dont think i ever stopped being a student vying for validation. or rather, i havent stopped yet
itd be nice to stop. and just do shit cuz i like it. the idea sounds heavenly to me like a clear day. maybe things will be okay ;-;
i wish you all the best too, fire!anon. thank you <3
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battle-subway-ghost · 3 months
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Intro.
Never been good at introducing myself.
Call me Ghost. Or Paris, I don't really care. Ghost's been an alias for a few years now, so do whatever you want with that.
I used to fight in the Battle Subway, so if you're from Unova and frequent it you probably know me from there. Unfortunately I moved to Galar a bit ago, so that's done now.
If you think you recognize me, firstly no you don't. I keep my face private for a reason. Secondly, don't come up to me if you aren't looking to have a battle. Not gonna force you but I don't like talking to strangers outside of that.
Yeah so my horse accidentally posted a video of me getting attacked by my rival's Froslass. So my face is kinda out there now. Don't fucking harass me or shit like that, don't be a weirdo. (and no, this doesnt mean ill be posting pictures of myself. Don't ask.)
(and for the love of arc don't try taking a picture of me. Some people have been trying that lately, and not a single time has it actually been me. Stop being weird and taking photos of random men with blue hair. I'm not recognizable.)
My team however, is a lot more recognizable than I am. Speaking of, it'd be pretty rude not to introduce them.
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Full team of 6, I know, but that's not all, I've got 3 more non-battling Pokemon.
Cheri the Rattata, Joe the Rattata, and Bean the (albino) Alolan Rattata. I'll probably be posting about them quite a bit, they're my babies after all.
Oh, I also have a Weedle now. His name's Grungle. Training him to be a battler so far, we'll see how it goes.
I don't have much else to say. I've got battle strategy tips but most of what I know is specific to my tastes, so dont expect much.
Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction >:) I follow from @act11as! Muse is an adult, mod is a minor, don't be weird, etc.
Please note the blanket unreality warning in the description, I do not tag #unreality to avoid flooding the tag, but I do try to tag all non-out of character posts with #pkmn irl in case you need to block things from your dashboard at times! On that same note, OOC posts will be tagged as such, and I will mark them with green text (though often not past the first line, because it can be grating to look at after a while)
All trigger warnings will be tagged as "[word] tw" for the sake of consistency. And if I forget to tag something, please shoot me a dm or an ask!
Additionally: Please note that I am autistic and very chronically ill. I may have to end things earlier than they were planned to be because I just suddenly had a flare-up, and I often misinterpret/forget things, o7 please feel free to remind/correct me if I do!
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Guidelines? I guess?
Literally any kind of pokemon irl blog can interact! Sentient pokemon, eebydeebies, evil teams, whatever. I'm chill with anyone, though the muse may not be, keep this in mind. If you want to do something, send me a dm! I'm more than happy to discuss things ^^
IN CHARACTER anon hate, be it just being an ass, homophobia, etc. etc. are perfectly fine. Note that I probably wont respond to all, especially if it seems to go a bit too far. (same vein: Feel free to start arguments with him if you want. It's always fun to write him angry <3)
^ Additionally, feel free to harass him for the bit. Just for funsies. I love playing into it if you can't tell!
PARIS CAN AND WILL BE AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR. Do not believe everything he says at face value, he often lacks information or will just full on lie.
Extra:
Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy whenever you so please. (links go to the source posts for all 3 lol)
Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.
Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!
Some organizational tags:
#[nickname] the [pokemon] - Most posts about Paris' pokemon should be tagged like this.
#rival tag - Tag for posts mentioning/about Paris' rival. (rival?)
#mylah tag - Tag used for @/tinkatinktrain- who was formerly anonymous.
#bluebird anon/bluebird tag - Tag used for @/blu3b1rdsss, similar situation to the above.
Lore? I guess?
#A Frosty Reception / #A Frosty Reception 2.0 - Takeovers of one of Paris' childhood friends. done twice because I kept getting sick :(
#Gone Fishing Arc - Paris fucked off into the woods and almost never returned! Good look into his character.
#Kicked to Kanto - Smaller thing, what it says on the tin.
#Team Fauna - Inconsistently tagged, but should have the vital bits in the general area? (Check "Cult tw" if otherwise). Paris goes undercover in a cult. He's very smart.
Anddd for music lovers- Here is his playlist.
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twoa-plus · 1 year
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i mentioned a while ago making a rotai au but i haven’t read rotai in like forever and the idea is still half baked so i’m just gonna throw out everything i have so far and either come up with more ideas bit by bit or take suggestions if u guys have any !! sorry for inactivity in the mc/mcd community btw social anxiety’s been beating my ass lmao
SO. au time. everything in the very beginning of the book is the same, but when archie gets to the top of that weird mountain and finds the orb he’s like “oh those are terrible vibes no thanks” and just Leaves (once the spiders are gone ofc). yes i did just make up this whole au bc i thought it would be funny how can u tell. anyways, no longer having a tribe, he just kinda runs off into the woods and does his own thing. we love a foraging king. also strong independent archie supremacy (i’ve always headcanoned him as an adult and a pretty competent one at that, just wanna play around w/ the idea of him being left alone for once). does he have funky animal friends? what weapons does he use? has he figured out agriculture? who knows! certainly not i
someone else gets the orb. is it thord, is a walda, is it goddamn karl, i have no idea. either way bad things happen and must be stopped but archie doesn’t really care he’s just chilling
at some point this random hero comes across him and, being the weirdo she is, is like “oh look. a lone illager. youre my friend now :)”. if anyone remembers me posting violet in the discord server this is her BUT i wanna change her name bc there’s already a lot of cool canon and fanon characters w/ v names and i don’t wanna like. copy anyone lmao. anyways she’s like “surely u have to be lonely out here :(“ and he’s like “no actually i’m pretty alright” and she’s like “nah. we’re leaving :)” and that’s that. he does go back to his weird little treehouse or whatever eventually i just like the idea of him getting dragged around against his will to help fight against evil or whatever LMAO. definitely the most helpful of the protags here in terms of combat skills (again. competent archie supremacy. they never said he was bad at fighting he just didn’t like it), but the whole time he’s just like “yes i am going to teach you how to use a sword and yes i am going to hate every second of it. die” (they are besties)
third protag is yumi bc i like her. hero drags archie to the closest village she can find, archie nearly gets sent into the stratosphere by an iron golem, and yumi comes out like “sorry broski my bad lol”. somehow she ends up agreeing to help them idk why i haven’t thought abt it that much (she is insanely difficult for me to write i still do not even have a consistent design for her). “isn’t violence against, like, villager code or whatever?” “well, technically, I’M not the one doing the violence-” *gestures vaguely to army of iron golems*
anyways that’s pretty much it. world’s bravest villager, illager who Does Not Want To Be Here, and a hero who has no clue what she’s doing, bless her soul
if anyone has suggestions lemme know lol. also i wanna make it more fantasy-ish bc i love fantasy so dw abt sticking to canon worldbuilding. this is all for funsies i have zero prior storytelling experience lmao
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