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otgo-brooklyn · 11 months

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Older Brother!Slider with Baby Brother!Ice

Okay, so another contribution rant to the Top Gun Fandom:

Big Brother Slider, but ONLY, ONLY to Ice. And not the generic sibling relationship, no, but Ice is his Baby Brother.

For any who don't have that 'Baby' Sibling, as an eldest child, let me explain: A sibling is a younger, less better, version of yourself because your parents were a bit delusional and now there is Another™.

HOWEVER, a Baby Sibling, a BABY Sibling? No, they are essentially your own child, typically the youngest, they are your pride and joy, and when I tell you that with a Baby Sibling you become so protective over them you would commit horrible crimes for them- literally becoming an attack dog on a leash held by said Baby Sibling, that is a true Baby Sibling/Older Sibling relationship. The minute they are born they're just, your child, like so what the birth certificate says that their parents are my parents, that's obviously a lie. They legitimately become your child in more ways than one, whose only role in life is to be happy and loved. And this is SO the relationship between Slider and Ice.

Ice is the Baby Sibling™, with Slider as the protective older brother. Slider makes sure that Ice is happy, and cared for/loved, protected, everything for the Baby™. I cannot explain enough how much I love this head-cannon, and all the proof I'll ever need to explain it is this one GIF;

Look at Slider, the protective arm around the shoulder, the glare, the judgement in his very being, the way his jaw tenses-, compared to Ice, who is just sitting there, not even noticing, focusing on something else all happy like (Or as happy as Ice can get while in Ice-man mode (Or as happy as one can get when translating languages, if you saw my other post about Russian!Ice ;D)).

Slider nearly getting kicked out of the Top Gun program due to beating a fellow pilot unconscious because he DARED shit talk Ice

So they never gave Slider a DOB/specified age in Top Gun, but his actor, Rick Rossovich is 2 years older than Val Kilmer, so that only furthers the point of Slider's Older Brother Agenda

One time Goose was showing Ice how to cartwheel after Ice was interested in how he did it on the deck of the ship they were stationed on and Slider refused to allow Ice to do it because "What if he falls and cracks his skull open on the tarmac Goose!"

When reassured that Ice cracking his skull open isn't going to happen, and Goose was only going to demonstrate, Slider still wont budge on it. Ice never learned how to do a cartwheel to this day

Ice's foot getting caught in the track and wheels of a stationary, not turned on/working tank on accident and one singular, quiet, whispered "ow" after pulling it out of said track/wheel, was all it took to have Slider screaming his head off carrying Ice into medical absolutely positive that Ice just "Broke his own god-damn ankle, GET A MEDIC-"

Someone shoving past Ice on their way to the mess hall in a rush, causing Ice to stumble back literally 2 steps, and Slider getting in their face, slamming them into a wall with a "I swear you put your hands on Ice one more time, your not gonna have hands AT ALL"

He then slings his arm around Ice's shoulder and directs him to the mess hall, glaring at any poor soul who dared look in Ice's direction

They were at the bar and a woman started to approach Ice, who, of course was not noticing (he only has eyes for a 5'7" gremlin named Mav), and Slider shuts that down REAL QUICK. Like, no, not today Lilith, pick a different naval guy-

Give Mav The Talk when he notices Mav giving eyes to Ice, and Goose because Slider can never be too sure, and everyone observing this is sitting there like 'what the actual fuck' after Slider threatens to, and I quote, "French braid your fuckin' nervous system you shitty dwarf" towards Maverick amongst other colorful threats

It gets to the point where Slider is so protective over Ice, people don't ask Ice anything without looking to Slider for some kind of acceptance or denial, like;

Hollywood: Hey Ice do you wanna- Slider, the coldest look ever seen, actively dropping the temperature in the room while promising a slow and tortuous death: Hollywood: -help me figure out this trajectory angle equation for this [classified] mission? Ice, absolutely oblivious to the entire situation: Sure? I guess?

Its single-handedly the funniest and most terrifying thing to ever happen in Top Gun history, aside from whoever decided to put Maverick Mitchell in a plane

And the cherry on top is that Ice DOESN'T HAVE A CLUE at the entire situation

When someone tries saying how terrifying Slider is to Ice he just brushes it off, like, "Oh Slider? No he's very nice, he even walks with me wherever I have to go in the day. He's all bark and no bite"

And everyone in the immediate vicinity just looking at Ice either with pity or like he's stupid because he doesn't know

He never figures it out either

(This overprotectiveness doubles, if not triples when he meets baby Bradley Bradshaw, and Slider just cant compute because now there is another person who has my undying love and protection-)

(Goose once lost Bradley on a very important, very large Naval destroyer and the entirety of the Top Gun Class of '86 is frantically searching the entire ship before Viper finds out and one of them just stumbling into Slider sitting on a couch with Ice and Bradley just absolutely passed out, sleeping like a brick, essentially using him as human furniture, and the look Slider gives them promises a 100 years of death if they wake either of them up-)

(After Goose's death when baby Bradley lives with IceMav, he just clings onto Slider whenever he's over because "I feel safest with Pops, but Pops feels safest with Uncle Sli', so I'm safest-est with Uncle Sli'")

(Mav doesn't know whether to cry because that is so cute- or be annoyed that Slider is preferred over himself)

(After Bradley reconciles with Mav, he's caught sleeping(read absolutely dead to the world) on Slider's chest like when he was as a child and no one knowing what to do because "Rooster that is a 2-STAR ADMIRAL OF THE US NAVY-" Slider is just like "I'm safest-est", and Bradley sleepily chiming in with a "safest-est" and deciding to just go back to sleep like nothing happened)

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myoddessy · 2 years

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MIRRORBALL | dream of the endless

pairing: dream of the endless x goddess of love!reader

summary: you went by many names. cupid, aphrodite, venus, freyja, some simply called you what you were, love. but, to morpheus, you needed no name other than his, and in the dim light of a ballroom, he admires your glow.

notes: morpheus + taylor swift = my happiness, even if most of it is sad. you're safe with this one, though 💞 agápi means love in greek, it's only used once but you can pry the thought of fiddlers green using greek words as terms of endearment for those he truly cares about from my cold dead hands.

warnings: no show/comic spoilers!!, angst (mild), fluff, they're so in love it's sickening, fiddlers green is my fav and you can tell.

word count: 1.7k

the playlist.

"are you alright, dear love?" fiddlers green questioned, pulling you from your stupor as you ran your finger across a daisy's petal.

"yes, as always. why do you ask?"

"well, and please forgive me for being frank, you seem somewhat reserved today. you are usually full of stories after blessing day, and you've been silent since you've joined me." you wished to deny it, but he was right.

blessing day, what mortals called valentine's, was your busiest dawn. be it weddings, proposals, births, confessions, or simple matchmaking, almost every mortal across the waking world had some form of request for you. and, just as fiddlers green had said, most years you were bursting at the seams with adoring anecdotes.

you told him of every arrow you'd strung, every vow you'd guided, every first kiss you'd officiated, and he listened gladly. besides, there's not much he could do to stop you from talking.

what was different this year, however, was their thanks for your gifts, or, in this case, lack thereof.

you were all too aware of the fact that mortals did not rely on you, and you were far more dependent on their faith than they were on your blessings, but the mere whisper of a 'thank you, cupid' was enough to tide you over. but this year, there was nothing. they took your heart and cracked it open, passing the spoils of your gifts around.

you were too fond of them to be vengeful, empathy bleeding into the resentment until you forced yourself to forgive and move to the next thankless blessing.

"i suppose i just feel like i didn't help enough people today." you toyed with your fingers with the nervousness of a child in trouble.

for the first time in centuries, fiddlers green scoffed at you. "i am absolutely certain that that is not the case, my dear. i can guarantee that when the waking world rests, i will see countless of romantics pass by, all because of you."

you smiled at his praise, and in the way the trees swayed, you could sense his pride in lifting your spirits. you took a deep breath and lay down, blades of grass tickling your face. "am i naive?"

"i'm not entirely sure what you mean."

your brows knitted together in stress. "have mortals always been selfish and i've been too blinded by their beauty to realise it?"

"ah," he began in realisation, "i take it thanks were few and far between this year?"

"i dont mean to sound spoiled or gluttonous, but i give them so much. all i wish for is some sort of acknowledgment before i'm pulled in all directions by those in need of a blessing."

"i do not think that mortals are inherently selfish, and i do not think that you are either. what i do believe that mortals are, is close-minded and excitable. you give them so much joy that they struggle to process it, hence your artists and poets who channel your inspiration into a vessel to carry your gifts." his voice was gentle, as if he were speaking to an injured fawn, and you relished in the comfort of his consoling. "you work yourself too hard, agápi. the guilt of failing to achieve the unachievable is far too much for anyone to carry, especially someone as reliant on emotions as you are."

"i feel like i'm invisible to them when they don't want something." your throat tightened and tears gathered by your waterline. "i fear that soon, i'll run out of love to give them."

fiddlers green swore that, in that moment, he could feel the tender scales of your heart tip ever-so-slightly towards the coldness that came with being callous. he knew you were a fragile being. not weak, never weak. he had seen the power your gifts granted every realm and the effects that withdrawals of your grace had on now-tarnished lands. but fragile in the sense that an antique vase of the finest china was fragile. it was beautiful and glorious, but if it was handled too harshly, it would fall to the ground and shatter into a million shards.

as the embodiment of love itself, you were blessed with an open mind, but cursed with a bleeding heart. you felt everything for everyone tenfold. if a mortal wept, you cried for them. if a faerie giggled, you laughed alongside them. you carried the burden of enough love to bring light to hell and were forced to spread it across worlds, lest it grow too much to handle and your porcelain face cracked.

before he could respond, he sensed a new presence enter, and heard a voice to match it soon after. "my love?"

you hastily wiped away a few stray tears before standing and spinning to face your lover. "my dream." you sighed happily, a smile of sheer elation growing at the mere sight of him. he stepped towards you and took your hand in his. with a kiss to his cheek, you felt the rock in your chest lighten.

you were beautiful. this, morpheus knew. in fact, everyone knew that. it was plain to see in the statues and sketches and sonnets and songs created in admiration of you and as odes to your honour that morpheus was far from alone in his infatuation with you. but instead of feeling jealous and attempting to steal you away from the twinkling eyes of the masses, he was more than willing to fall to his knees alongside them as your unwavering devotee.

your hand rested intertwined in his as the golden hour light bounced off your face and made morpheus' breath hitch, not even attempting to hide his blatant staring.

"how was your day?" morpheus had a putrid hate for small talk, but blessing day was full of stories, and he'd give anything to revel in your voice.

"awful."

oh.

he stopped in his tracks, hand still wrapped around yours, even tighter now. his jaw was set in concern and his face was taught. "who has upset you?" he stood closer to you, free hand cupping your face.

"the waking world, but i find now that it's hardly their fault." you tugged on his hand and continued walking, practically dragging morpheus in tow. "they are not to blame for their purpose. they are vessels of love and life, my duty is to fulfil and guide them. their lives are improved by me, my life depends on doing what they need."

with your words hanging tensely in the air, morpheus swore that he knew your feeling of a bleeding heart. for when yours ached, his stopped completely, and he would damn the waking world if it meant your smile would reach your eyes again.

"but what is it you wish to do, my love?" his hand held your gently, as if he were afraid you'd shatter with the confrontation of not conforming to someone else's wishes.

centuries of morpheus by your side flashed before your eyes. picnics in lavish renaissance fields, archery ranges by nomadic campsites, feasts in royal courts. but one distinct setting stood out in the forefront of your mind. your heads bowed, a kiss pressed to the back of your palm, a brilliant ball gown, and dancing.

"i wish to dance."

he smiled, a half-turned quirk of his lip that danced with amusement that almost screamed that he knew that's what you would say. "then dance you shall."

you felt the soft gust of sand sweeping around you both, and by the time it settled, a laugh of pure elation escaped you.

weighed down more than before by your gown. a milky-white bodice with delicate intricacies of golden lace, butterfly sleeves barren, bar the gold hem that lay flat against your skin when you moved your arm to marvel at it. a corset of similar design resting at a comfortable tightness and adding extra flair to the full circle skirt. morpheus watched with a silent smile as you admired your dress, finding himself more focused on your beaming grin than the garment itself.

but far grander than your dress was the ballroom you found yourself in. the smallest tap of your shoes resounded through the high arching ceiling and bounced off the art-filled walls. marble pillars supported its weight, and a large crystalline chandelier hung from the centre of the ceiling, each fraction of light reflecting off of its surface and leaving minuscule rainbows on the walls in their wake.

you turned to morpheus with awe and gratitude written on your face, your breath hitching when you found him already staring at you with more adoration than you'd seen in a thousand mortal valentine's days. he stepped closer to you, took your hand in his, bowed slightly, and with a cheeky glint in his eye asked, "may i have this dance?"

with a laugh, you too curtseyed, agreeing with a simple, "why, yes, kind sir, you may."

and all at once, you heard it. soft piano paired with violin as morpheus led you in a dance you'd walked through hundreds, if not thousands, of times before.

but this night, this dance, seemed different. they way morpheus looked at you, the way he held you, made your power grow and your chest swell. you could feel the love he had for you, and it was borderline overwhelming. a mere minute of his presence, of what he felt for you, was enough to tear the pieces of your being from the ungrateful hand's of mortals and piece it back together with the utmost care.

so caught up in thoughts of him, and only him, you hardly realised you were still dancing until morpheus spoke again. "you're glowing."

"pardon?" your brows furrowed and you huffed a laugh.

his smile widened. "you're glowing." he repeated, happier than the last time. you looked down to where your hands met, and your eyes widened when you saw that you were, indeed, glowing.

it had happened only once before, during your wedding, and a roseate hue surrounded you for the full day. you assumed that it came from the fulfilment of being completely, hopelessly, and utterly in love. you looked to morpheus' eyes again and smiled. it made sense that you were glowing now, of all times.

"you truly are a wonder, my queen."

#morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfic #morpheus imagines #morpheus #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #the sandman fanfic #the sandman imagine #the sandman x reader #fiddlers green #tom sturridge x reader #tom sturridge #neil gaiman

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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If you’re still doing requests, than would you mind doing head canons about the rottmnt boys with an s/o who has an RBF but it immediately drops whenever they’re together? Love your writings btw <3

A/N: It's so funny because I have an RBF and had started writing a comfort fic of Leo with a s/o who had an RBF. And thank you so much for the compliment, it means the world to me to know that someone out there is enjoying what I write. I tried my best to make them differentiated enough, but I'm not positive I succeeded. A lot of these stemmed from my own insecurities, so sorry it it's not what you wanted. Hope these are up to your expectations. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: mentioned insecurities, RBF face

Words: 829

Summary: How the Rottmnt boys deal with a S/O who has an RBF face that drops whenever they're near.

Mikey:

Was really afraid you were pushing yourself at first.

He knows your face is naturally deadpan, but noticed it started to change into a more soft look whenever you two were together.

He didn’t want you to feel like you had to change your face when you were with him.

He pulls you into a seminar with Doctor Feelings at some point, going on about how you shouldn’t change yourself and that you were perfect just the way you are.

You were utterly confused trying to figure out what he could possibly be referencing.

When you finally asked, he mentioned how your usual bored face morphed into a soft smile when you were near him.

You did not know this. You thought your RBF still held up when you were with him.

You were both surprised at each other's information, both of you talking it over and Mikey was happy to learn you weren’t trying to force yourself to change for him.

He likes you the way you are, but was really happy to learn you naturally soften up when near him.

Likes to draw you a lot with both of your resting faces, just to show you the difference. Has a whole bunch of photos of you as well, a range of expressions all within his camera roll.

Likes to compliment you a lot as he knows you feel bad for looking so uninterested around other people.

All in all, he thinks it’s sweet but always worries that you are trying to change yourself, but he loves you for you. He doesn’t want you to be any different than what he has.

Donnie:

In all honesty, he couldn't care less about your RBF.

He has one too, so he likes that you can both relate to each other through it.

When your face started changing around him, he thought it was weird for a while, but mostly wrote it off. He just assumed you were trying to adjust your face so you seemed more interested when he rambled about something.

It was a bit off putting, but he mostly didn’t question it.

Leo was the one to point it out in the end, joking about how your entire aura changes once Donnie comes near you.

You were confused initially, trying to figure out what he was talking about, but Donnie confirmed how you change when he comes near you.

You’re embarrassed, pouting as Leo laughs at you while Donnie just drags you back to his lab. His brothers were too loud.

He actually asks about your natural face changing when he comes near and you both try to hypothesize why it happens. The best either of you could come up with was that you saw Donnie as a safe space, so your brain changes your face to reflect it.

Donnie just thinks it’s sweet.

Raph:

Knows you have problems with it and wants to help you.

He is honored to know you care about him enough that your face changes when around him. He likes that he can bring out enough joy in you to make a small smile grace your features whenever you're near him.

Feels pride in the fact that your brain drops the face when he’s near. He’s convinced it’s your subconscious showing how much you love him.

If you get insecure over it, he makes sure to reassure you that your RBF isn’t your fault and you can’t do much to fix it. He hates it when you get insecure about the things you can’t control.

Gets mad at Leo if he teases you, even if you’re fine with it. He doesn't want something you’ve shown hesitance about to be made fun of.

Loves you no matter what you look like<3

Leo:

In all actuality, he finds it really funny.

He thinks the deadpan look you give off just adds to your charm and is overjoyed that he’s one of the only people in your life it drops for. It makes him feel really special

Brags to the others if you're still mostly deadpan around them, stating that he’s obviously your favorite since your face goes soft when you're near him.

You thought it was funny that your face changed near him and told him that your brain must think he was too cool to look bored around.

He took this in stride and makes sure to mention it whenever he can.

“Guess your brain decided I’m the best today, huh.”

Likes to poke and prod at your face, moving your cheeks up and down to make you smile or frown.

Gets pouty when you pull away, he just wants to make you do silly faces is all.

Loves to just talk and joke with you, seeing if he can get your smile to go wider. Has a notebook in his room with all the jokes that successfully made you laugh.

He just thinks you look perfect, with or without an RBF.

02.26.23

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lovethetasteofnothing · 7 months

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Valeria x fem reader HCs

this is for international lesbian day (ik it's late, leave me alone)

pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! reader

warnings: very nsfw, 18+ mdni, mentions of violence/killing people - isn't expanded upon

word count: 800+

Valeria Garza

dobermann gf! you can't change my mind

will literally kill anyone who upsets you and does not feel bad about it

like you just have to say a name and it's already done

watches you herself when she can

has a guard with you at all times if she's busy/not there

very happy if you update her on what you're doing while she's gone

won't answer immediately but reads everything when she can and smiles

her men are confused because they haven't seen her genuinely smiling since you last visited the cartel offices

takes you on cute dates, they're all planned out and everything

it's her pride and joy to organize everything so you can just sit there and look pretty while you enjoy yourself

like she'd remember your favorite foods and drinks and she notices those oddly psychological little things

our woman would figure out where you'd want to sit in a restaurant before you even visit it

is so nice to you, pulls out her best flirting game because she wants it to be special

she usually does it before and after she's gone if she has the time

pink/purple strap

has multiple + other toys but that one is the one she uses the most

bad bitches get dicked down with a barbie strap!

no but literally gets a strap so large she gives you a tummy bulge <3

def would brag about how her strap is the biggest dick you ever had

and if you say she's wrong... bad move, she gets a bigger one

oral fixation, rubs off on you

fingers, her strap, it doesn't matter atp. makes you deepthroat it wtv it is

also makes you keep eye contact while you do it, that fucking smug smirk

degrades you when she sees the spit gathering around your lips and dripping all over

"you're such a pathetic girl, mi vida. just look at the mess you made"

i feel like she doesn't use toys (except for the strap) often

like she uses them regularly but there's something about feeling you squeeze around her fingers, coating her hand in your cum

makes you lick her clean afterwards

also loves giving you oral

lets you grind against her face before stopping you and slapping your cunt for being impatient

edges you for so long while at it

tongue fucks you because she can and she will

and the aftercare is just so <3

she makes you feel like you're the only girl in the whole world

calls you the sweetest things while telling you how good you did for her

"took my fingers so well, didn't you, princesa? my good little girl"

GIFT GIVING!!

makes you update a whislist regularly

retail is therapy for her

so when she's mad she looks over your short list (because you don't want to be greedy and ungrateful) she adds like ten times more things for you in the cart

literally remembers anything you talk about wanting

doesn't matter if you're kidding

finds rare collector's editions if you want them

"what? someone had a debt to pay off"

would date someone younger because she knows they won't get in her way

also a breath of fresh air for her

she loves how full of life you are, you give her energy sometimes

is a bit confused when you start crying when you're upsey, I feel like she'd be bad at comforting people

just because no one was there for her when she needed it so she has no example to follow

threatens to kill whoever upset you because how dare they make her girl cry

rests your head on her shoulder/chest while you sob it out

back rubs while she tries to distract your attention from it

pulls you on her lap if it gets worse and gives you a calm yet stern talking to

that gets you out of your head enough to stop crying

kisses your forehead while you hiccup

lets you cuddle her for as long as you want afterwards

has the best advice since she has a lot more experienced than you

is right 99.99% of the time

tells you "i told you so" on the regular

loves to feel you close but only when it's just the two of you

arms around your waist, hands on thighs, arms, head, anything

kisses you a lot

fucking bites you for no reason and then laughs?!

cuteness aggression where she'd squish your cheeks or bite you

Valeria "Big Spoon" Garza

makes her feel weird to be the small spoon so she's the big spoon by default

you don't mind because she lets you snuggle up in her chest while she holds you

grabs your ass while at it

you get tits, she gets ass. it's fair

kisses the top of your head, your temples, your forehead sm

"my smart muñeca, te amo. " <3

#valeria garza #valeria garza x you #valeria garza x reader #cod headcanons #valeria cod #cartel mommy #valeria mw2 #call of duty valeria #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod modern warfare #valeria garza x fem!reader

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moonswolfie · 8 months

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Rice Ball Rival

Timeskip!Osamu x Onigiri shop owner!Reader

My first multi-chapter work!! I really hope I do well and it seems a little daunting but I'll do my best😤❤️ Also yeah, it's only 5 chapters long because my brain cannot to dedicate itself to anything at all

I will warn you, I use swear words occasionally

Time for some enemies to lovers now ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(I actually had to research onigiri flavours and fillings, still might not be the most accurate, so if anyone happens to know more about onigiri or japanese cuisine in general don't be afraid to correct me 😊)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

CHAPTER 1: It's just buisness

"One kombu and one ume onigiri coming right up!" you yelled happily, placing the food on the table. You went back behind the counter, smiling happily, watching the customers dig into the food from the corner of your eye.

It always makes you indescribably happy to see people enjoying your food. Whether it was your friends, loved ones or complete strangers.

It was really close to closing time right now and the two ladies were the last people at your place before you're closing up shop as scheduled.

As you were putting away some kitchen appliances, you overheard the two ladies talking.

"See, I told you it was good!"

"Yeah, but like, the umeboshi ones are WAYYY better at Onigiri Miya."

There it is again. That wretched Onigiri Miya.

The thing you least expected after finally opening your own onigiri place was for a completely new place to open a year after yours. In your area, too. At first you really didn't pay too much attention to it, but then people started talking about it in your restaurant and you even lost some loyal customers to that mysterious onigiri place.

You sighed, cleaning the kitchen counter with an old shirt of yours. It's only natural that some will prefer one place over the other if they're in the same area, but it made it tougher for your buisness to stay afloat. And that's never a good thing.

You'll never forgive the person who owns Onigiri Miya for stealing the precious old lady who came in for onigiri every so often, though. Or any other customer for that matter.

Hideaki, your employee, yelled from the exit that he's leaving and you yelled bye back. You're always the last one left in the restaurant, which is obvious since you're the owner, but it always felt a little depressing seeing the place completely empty.

You worry that this might become your fate if Onigiri Miya keeps stealing your customers.

"We're done with our food! Thank you!" you heard one of the ladies yell, and you exited the kitchen to see them off, thanking them for visiting.

As you watched them exit through the door, your smile faded. You returned to your tasks when they were completely out of your vision.

You cleaned up anything else you had time for, changing into normal clothes and then locked the place up. The final step was switching the sign on the door from open to closed. You smiled at your restaurant, your pride and joy, one last time before turning around to go home.

Only to find a flyer for Onigiri Miya when you turned the corner.

...That asshole. Advertising their own place right next to yours?! That's playing dirty!

If you weren't pissed before, now you are. You're getting sick of hearing about it everywhere and now you have to look at it on your way home, too?

You know what, you don't have to look at it. You ripped the flyer off the lamp post, about to tear it to shreds when you noticed something. Onigiri Miya closes one hour after your place.

Even if you wanted absolutely nothing to do with Onigiri Miya, you did end up becoming curious as to what their onigiri tastes like. You hesistated. Should you go to Onigiri Miya, just to test out their onigiri? It would satiate your curiosity, but you would be giving your direct competitor money.

You're free today, so you do have the time, but is it worth it? What if something happens? Surely not... You stood there, staring at the flyer for a few minutes.

Sighing, you decided to take the plunge as you walked further down the street. It'll just be one time, and then never again. Then you'll go back to being competitors. If anything, this is intel on your opponent.

Besides, they don't have to know who you are. Soon, you found yourself in front of the restaurant, taking a deep breath. The entrance had a big "Miya" kanji written on it, so there was no way anyone would mistake the place for something else. It looked quite homey, atleast from the outside.

You walked in, immediately hit by the scent of onigiri. It's a scent you're very familiar with but it's always so invigorating when you smell it. It feels like home to you.

"Welcome!" you heard someone yell from the kitchen. That quickly reminded you that you're in enemy territory. You acted like an innocent customer, sitting down at the table and browsing the menu inconspicuously. Huh, they have some interesting fillings here.

Maybe you should, uhhh, get inspired by some of them and add them to your menu. If they can steal your customers, you can steal their fillings, right? Since you're supposed to be a normal customer though, you should probably stop grinning mischeviously at the menu.

You heard someone's footsteps approaching and you looked up to find a surprisingly buff man around your age with black hair and grey eyes looking down at you.

He had an apron with the Onigiri Miya logo on it so he must be an employee at least. "Welcome, what wouldya like ta order?" A Kansai dialect, huh? He must not be from here. Not that it matters, you have onigiri to order.

"I'll have the ume one, and one nori tsukidani one." you decided to prove the lady from your shop wrong and try a completely new flavour that's not yet on your menu while you're at it.

"Got ya." he smiled at you, walking back behind the counter and into the kitchen. When he left, you looked back at the menu, comparing it to yours.

It's got quite a bit of variety, but if the variety came at the expense of the flavour then you wouldn't be losing so many customers. What a frustrating thing Onigiri Miya is.

You quickly got lost in thought, thinking of how to improve your menu and new onigiri fillings. So much so that you didn't even notice the plate of food being placed in front of you.

"...Are ya good?" the mystery guy asked, looking at your spaced out expression with concern. You quickly snapped out of it, assuring him you're fine. That was embarrasing, but he's just some stranger that you'll never see again, right? Since this restaurant visit is a one-time thing. So no worries.

One thing you noticed right off the bat is that the rice balls here are bigger. But that's just because the guy's hands are bigger.

You picked up the umeboshi-filled rice ball, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite. Wow, you hate to admit it, but this actually tastes great. The rice is nice and firm and isn't overcooked and the sour flavor of the umeboshi compliments it well. There's a good amount of filling, too.

You furrowed your brows, staring at the rice ball. You're really mad that it's this good. Normally you wouldn't be mad about good food, but this is your direct competitor we're talking about.

Suddenly, you feel inspired to improve your recipes, to change up your menu, maybe even branch out. You devour the rest of the ume onigiri, not wanting to let the amazing flavour distract you from the sudden burst of inspiration.

You quickly reach for the nori tsukidani-filled rice ball, taking an experimental bite immediately. The onigiri has a rich, complex flavour to it. It almost makes you jealous of the owner of this place, and you hate it. It's not that you don't think your onigiri can't possibly compete with theirs, but the fact that you now know that people's claims of Onigiri Miya being better aren't unfounded only fuels your desire for revenge.

You swallowed the onigiri with vigor, walking over to the counter with fast, determined footsteps. You're so taking out your cookbook when you get home.

The guy behind the counter seemed to notice your strange expression. "Seriously, are ya good? Ya scarved down those onigiris like yer goin' through an intense break up." he asked half jokingly.

"I assure you, I am perfectly fine." you fiddled with your wallet, taking out your credit card and placing it on the table.

"If ya say so." he took it, handing you the bill. And they're fairly priced, too! Dammit, Onigiri Miya! You simply can't wait to best them now. As you walked out, already planing the next 20% off promotion, you heard an employee approach the man at the counter.

"Miya-san, where do I take these boxes?"

Wait... but this means....

He's the owner?!

Idk how it happened but I got an error and lost a big chunk of this fic and had to rewrite it (T_T)

Sometimes I hate tumblr istg

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie’s works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗#hq osamu #miya osamu #osamu miya #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #miya osamu x you #x female reader #fem reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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I'm so in love with the idea of thunder god tribe being like lil triplets for Laxus, and Laxus is like "no I can't do reckless shit no more, I have my kids to worry about", people are like "you have kids???", Laxus: "yeah", and kids are just three grown-ups looking at Laxus with heart-shaped eyes, and then he's like "okay, I need to go take care of them"

Freed is the oldest one, repeating after him, following his steps, learning and growing, best student, his pride.

Bickslow is next, lil dumb (no, he's actually a secret genius), lil crazy, lil reckless, in short - middle child, circus on feet, but he's Laxus' joy.

And Evergreen as youngest one, pretty and pretty independent, fairy with attitude, she may seem giddy, but she's very smart and cunning; they say if you look at Evergreen for a long time, you can see Laxus.

And it's so-so cute, cuz this kittens are his family, part of his life, and I love it so much, cuz let's be honest with eachother, Laxus is a big softie, and he really need someone to protect, so even if he knows for sure that Freed, Ever and Bickslow are more than capable to protect themselves, that doesn't mean he's not worrying about them. He does. Sometimes a lot. 'They don't need someone to protect them, they're strong,' he says, and then Mirajane cas clearly see that he just can't sit on that chair calmly. She wants to say how cute he is like that, but she bites her inner cheek instead, to not to scare that...openness he's showing her. And it's absolutely obvious that he's showing it, on purpose, he allows himself to be like this, because Mira knows - Laxus can hide really well when he wants to. So she's just glad he trusts her enough to show his true feelings for the raijinshuu.

He'd be a good father, she thinks suddenly, and then blush appears on her face and she hurries to hide it, going to the basement for *choose the reason* while Laxus stares after her with an questioningly raised eyebrow, until his own blush shows on his cheeks. He probably looked stupid...

Even though Laxus doesn't usually care what other people think of him personally, for some reason he doesn't want to look stupid in front of her.

Sheesh.

P.s. inspired by this, look at them. Look at them. He lllooovvvvessssss herrrr (I'm not talking about romantic love here), HE LOVES HER, THAT'S WHY HE CAN BE LIKE THAT WITH HER, AND EVER KNOWS HIM WELL ENOUGH, LOOK. COME THE FUCK ON. THEY'RE FAMILY. I'M DEAD.

Ever but like that 'annoying' lil 'girly girl' sis who can poke you just because she can, and I think if she really was his lil sis, she would simply come up to him, coquettishly extend her hand, and he'd give her money without questions (but with a heavy sigh). And Bickslow'd be like 'wow, can I have some too???', and Laxus to him with straight face, blinking: 'No.' Freed, trying his luck, quietly: "...can I?". Laxus would asked how much and would give him the requested amount, and Bickslow would explode at how terribly unfair this is!!! And Laxus'd give him an hour and a half lecture about how Freed spends money on books and stuff for self development, and Bickslow, on the contrary, always buys all sorts of crap.

"Why then are you giving money to Ever, huh?!" He rightly grumbles, frowning comically, almost stomping his foot. "She buys all sorts of crap too!"

Laxus looks him straight in the eyes. Blinks twice. And, raising his mug of beer, explains:

"I just like her more than you."

Bickslow eventually explodes, making angry noises, and Mirajane, nearby watching this scene, cannot help but giggle at how Laxus skillfully hides his grin behind his mug.

Btw follow me for more Raijinshuu and Miraxus stuff, I just wanna talk about them, seriously:'))

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carryonthroughtheages · 7 months

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Hello friends and history lovers!

Another year of Carry On Through The Ages is over and done! I am so happy with success this year has had. Every year, I am blown away by how amazing this little community is. We are a small event, but we are so supportive and loving of each other.

It has been an absolute joy to watch the Discord server so active every single day, with people talking about their research and their projects. Watching as they gained support and encouragement from other history nerds. It was everything I could have hoped for when I first started this fest four years ago. So, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, everyone who participated, whether it was as a creator, or support, or researcher. You all helped to make COTTA 2023 a continued success.

Under the page break, you will find individual links to the fics and art that were created this year for COTTA. They are INCREDIBLE, and I highly encourage you all to read them.

Here is the link to the AO3 Collection: Carry On Through The Ages 2023!

Until next year, love you all!

BazzyBelle 🧡

Monday

Blood, Salt & Hummingbirds (T) - @hushed-chorus : AO3 // tumblr

Simon is lucky to survive when his ship is wrecked, even if it left him stranded on a desert island. But he's not the only one who escaped. The ship's mysterious cargo, the creature in the box, also made it to shore. What hope does Simon have when a vampire is lurking in the island's wooded interior? But the monster is not what it seems, and if they are to survive, they need to work together. And maybe they can do more than survive. Maybe they can thrive.

Fifty Names For A Cat (T) - @hushed-chorus : AO3 // tumblr

Simon and Baz are settling into their new life, getting Pitch Manor in working order and preparing to move to their cottage on the moor. Meanwhile, a certain cat is adjusting to his new life.

Tuesday

The Trails We Blaze (M) - @j-nipper-95 : AO3 // tumblr

Simon and Baz have been through a lot together. Growing up as criminals on London's streets; surviving the Great War; dealing with a lot of repressed feelings. But after their latest con goes wrong, they're left with nothing but an ancient map, a signet ring of unknown provenance or value, and promises of a city that doesn't even exist. Thrust into a world of adventure with danger at every turn, they're forced to decide how far they're willing to go for a myth, a fortune, and a chance at love.

The Snow Fox (E) - @aristocratic-otter : AO3 // tumblr

Simon "Snow" Salisbury is the most wanted patriot in the American Revolution. Wanted by the British army, who want to see him hanged. Wanted by the Tories, who'd shoot him on sight, given the chance. And wanted by Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

Wednesday

Lavender Hearts (M) - @aroace-genderfluid-sheep : AO3 // tumblr

America, 1950s. Queer people are fired left and right, friends lose their jobs daily--and sometimes, their lives. Simon and Baz are caught in the middle of it all with a homophobic father and an unconventional (in more than one way) relationship, terrified out of their minds but unwilling to give up the fight. They'll fight for years if they have to. They'll fight for decades. But even the strongest wills can be broken with the hardest of blows.

An 1800s daguerreotype photograph art piece created by the amazing @samalander01 : tumblr

Thursday

Shoulder To Shoulder, Hand To Hand (M) - @wellbelesbian : AO3 // tumblr

Britain, 1984. Across the country, miners go on strike against pit closures. With the government, police and media set against them and no end in sight, they and their families begin to feel the strain. In London, Simon Snow recognises a familiar struggle, and decides to do something, while closeted Baz Pitch just wants to get out of the house and be among his community for a day. What starts as a few collection buckets at a pride march soon becomes an organisation, and a bond is forged between the lesbians and gay men of London and a village of miners and their families in South Wales. But Simon has a past he's trying to outrun, and Baz is trying to live a double life. Both boys have secrets and shame, but if they want to make it through together, they'll have to find their pride.

A beautiful Galatea/Pygmalion-inspired water colour piece by the wonderful @ic3-que3n : tumblr

Friday

Safe Harbour (M) - @snowbaz-parentis : AO3 // tumblr

It all started on an island... It's 1956, and Baz Pitch is existentially lost in New York City. After graduating from Columbia, he's working for a wedding photographer with no taste as he avoids his inevitable fall attendance at Yale Law School, his father's alma mater. All Baz wants to do is be a fashion photographer, and when an opportunity to assist a famous photographer out on Fire Island falls in his lap, it just may be the key to helping unlock him from the closet of his family's expectations. It's 1956, and Simon Snow is wondering if there's more to life than this or if this is as good as it gets. He's been working in construction with his foster father, David Cadwallader, practically ever since he was taken in at age 13, but there's something beyond the water that's calling for him. When Davy offers Simon a chance to manage his family's rental properties for the summer in Cherry Grove on Fire Island, Simon jumps at the chance to finally take charge of something. What Baz and Simon didn't expect: the sense of freedom that comes from being able to absolutely surrender to the truest version of yourself, and the choices you have to make when it happens.

Costly Colours - A Precious Bane AU (M) - twigs_in_my_hair : AO3

In the aftermath of the Napoleonic wars Baz is being groomed by his aunt to be a physician. Tired of the farming life, Fiona would like to set up shop in town with her sister’s herbal remedies and her nephew settled down with his mentor’s lovely daughter and a fine degree hung on the wall. But first the family must toil and scrimp and save to raise the funds. And what if this is not the future Baz longs for? And what if the townsfolk won’t let go of their superstitions and petty grudges towards this family marked by tragedy? Does the handsome young weaver have all the answers?

#carry on through the ages 2023 #cotta 2023 #carry on through the ages #historical AU #historical fanfiction #historical fanart #amazing writing #amazing art #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #the simon snow trilogy #the simon snow series #masterlist

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fastcardotmp3 · 9 months

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tagged by my adored alex @gothbat99 to do a little self-love moment 🥹💛

rules: post five of your favorite fics that you've written and talk about why you love them. tag some mutuals so they can do the same and we can all spread some positivity about our writing ❤️

✨someone else's favorite song - 120k | rated E - I swing wildly on the pendulum between loving this fic for all that it is and wanting desperately to Fix It, but lately I've felt a lot of pride in this thing, warts and all. I went into this one thinking I was the extent of the audience for it and let the stream of consciousness muscle pull it out of me without much forethought, but ended up finding so much connection to the people reading it who felt seen or understood in some way in their own grieving processes. No matter where I am on the pendulum of feelings about this story, I am never not grateful that my own little catharsis has been able to create a sort of 'not aloneness' every time someone is kind and courageous enough to share their own stories with me in the comments 💛

✨that's just wasteland, baby! - 19k | rated E - I started writing this entirely because at the time I couldn't find any fics that really dived into what an apocalyptic Hawkins setting might look like and I wanted to READ it more than anything. It's so slice-of-life in that world and I had really so much fun building up the rules of the world and the dynamics between characters still in the fight but settled to an extent within a new normal to the point where even Steve can't even remember how long they've been doing it. 'the world ended but we're still going' is one of my favorite premises of all time and this universe is one I'm genuinely SO proud of without any equivocation about it UGH

✨how the light gets in - 29k (wip series) | rated T-E - if there are going to be one million and one versions of kas!Eddie (including my own) there HAS to be a kas!Chrissy and by god if I have to do it myself I WILL. Wheelingham is one of those things that just smacked me in the face one day when I realized the unending potential of taking a fridged girl, bringing her back to life, and making her kiss the final girl, like... COME ON. This series is a labor of love and it's truly such a joy to do a proper character study on two girls who have so much untapped potential built into their psyches. they're my babies I am holding them gently in my hands and never letting go :(((

✨METAMORPHOSES - 160k | rated E - I think of everything I've written for ST, this might be the thing that's most structurally sound writing-wise, like it's long enough that there are definitely spots it could use smoothing, but I am genuinely so proud of how it turned out and how it told the exact story I set out to tell. I love these characters, I love their little house in Indy, I love the ways they grow and regress in tandem, I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR. Never has a vision I had at the start ended up feeling So Right to this extent and I will never stop screaming about this fic just you try to stop me 💚🐍

✨The Hawk - 10k (wip series) | rated T - "The Bear" AU that no one asked for but which I am wholly and completely enamored with only 2 'episodes' in. Another chance at a Nancy-centric story with the added bonus of getting to write so many POVs of a larger ensemble? Incoming Ronance and Lumax and Steddie and Jargyle?? Wheeler sibling dynamic exploration?? it's my DREAM tbh and it's surprisingly simple to slot our ST characters into this wildly different world because you know what! At the end of the day it's all just about family isn't it!!! UGH. Once I'm done with writing (redacted) trust that I will be launching myself back into this one full-force, I've got so many plans and I can't wait to show you all more of this world

(if you've already been tagged apologies but also) tagging! @kkpwnall @fragilecapric0rnn @judasofsuburbia @gideoncharov @figthefruitfaeth @cheatghost @stargyles @capriciouslyterminal @sharpbutsoft @hellsfireclub

#it took me a week to love myself out loud but i DID do it so!!!#dot post #dot fic #thank u alex for this lil joyful thing MWAH

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redwayfarers · 3 months

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wip whenever

was tagged by @lilas and @coldshrugs, thank you frens!!!

life's been hectic so i'm still working on that piece i used for the last wip whenever, but i did make progress and can share! <3 nika really is his mother's son and they're both bisexual disasters

“I would kick me out, if I was him,” Nika repeats. He then laughs, but there’s no joy in it. It’s as wrecked as he himself is. “We’re the wrong people to talk about this sort of thing, right, mom?” Mina blinks. She looks at their reflections in the dresser’s mirror - their similar faces, their dark hair, with hers bearing the signs of age, and his the signs of violence. In the dim light of the dying evening, his eyes shine like Rogan’s once did, whenever he’d feel overwhelmed; a spectacle, a show, bloodshot, puffy. But that’s the only thing Nika has of his father - everything else is of Mina, down to the actions, to their bones, and the proud, uldan marrow. Rogan was of Ul’dah himself, and looked the part, but Mina’s face disappeared in the crowd more easily. He didn’t carry the pride of the city’s inhabitants in quite the same way Nika and Mina do. “I don’t think so,” she says. “Have I ever talked to you about me and your father, before you were born?” Nika’s response is quick. “No.” He sounds tired, too tired to make it an accusation it should be. “I remember we had a big fight one day, right before he was meant to go on a mission,” she swallows a lump in her throat, “and I told him a lot of bad things. I had to sit with them for two weeks, praying he’d return soon so I could say sorry, and when he did, it was all solved. We were hale once more.” “That sounds like a fucking nightmare,” Nika shivers. “And Lucretia too - she asked if she could meet you, I told her it was not the time, without consulting either of you, and I hurt her feelings too. But we made up, and she did get to meet you.” “Was that right before the dinner you broke the news that you were bisexual to me over flatbread?” Mina buries her face in her hands. Not her finest moment. “I had no idea you knew the word at all. Gods, I didn’t know how to label it myself for a long time.” “Heard some kids on the street use it,” Nika says softly. “I figured out what it is for the most part on my own. I just..” He trails off. “Didn’t think I was going to ever be in love with a man?” Mina finishes and Nika nods. “Listen, when Minfilia died, I thought–” he looks away and rubs his eyes. “The world can go fuck itself for all I care, but I– he–” He shakes his hands around his head and hisses. “He’s my second chance at— at love, and if I ruin it because I’m a jackass–” “You didn’t!” her voice comes stronger than intended and he looks in the mirror, alert. “If you care about him, and you do, you will apologize, and all will be fine again!”

tagging: @hythlodaes, @galadaem @astraphone, @roguelioness, @archesa, @seawillfuckyourshitup <3

#wip whenever #i love them your honour

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alligatorjesie · 5 months

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*glances at the raging cunt who keeps posting harassment to this fandom's tags every month or so*

You know the last time I checked you're not a fucking reylo so beats the fuck out of us why you're up in our goddamn shit so often @watchingtheearthrise

Cait Corrain isn't active in this fandom. She's hardly a reylo, and if she's gonna act like that she's not fuckin' welcome here.

I think they may have wrote a few reylo fics a long time ago but they're not a big name writer and the fandom as a whole don't really know who the fuck this person is.

I've seen a few people online mention Cait's book is published reylo fanfiction but I can't find anything from the writer confirming it so we’re all just assuming it started out as a reylo fic.

Looking at it, it seems more like lore olympus fanfiction than reylo but again, until the author says otherwise we’re just assuming.

Cait did however talk a gullible friend into helping her sabotage other people's book reviews and when the lacky she coerced did it wrong because she didn't really explain her dastardly plan very well and the moment she realized how badly the 'friend' fucked up she threw that kid under the bus.

But even that shit is kinda sus because these timestamps don't fucking line up. This conversation looks doctored to a lot of people meaning the only person responsible for being a cunt here is cait and you @watchingtheearthrise.

The friend is mentioned to be a reylo but you can't really put much of the blame on them since they were just doing what their cool(shitty) published writer friend asked them to do, assuming this friend is even real.

Cait didn't get mad she did a bad thing. She got mad she did it poorly and got caught. Which speaks volumes about Cait.

You being here assuming the worst out of this fandom every time someone so much as sneezes without saying 'god bless you' speaks volumes about you @watchingtheearthrise.

Please for the love of fuck would you find a fucking hobby to pour this endless passion into.

You know something really fun that I've spent a lot of mental energy on over the years and has brought me great pride and joy is this Star Wars Episode 9 rewrite comic I've been working on.

Legit!

I got character sheets and new alien designs.

Most of the script is wrote out, I'm currently working on storyboards and page framing.

I'm only as far as I am because I have a life outside the computer and can't dedicate endless hours a pet project but it's got 2 of my favorite things in it:

A narratively cohesive continuation of The Last Jedi-

And furries.

Because fuckit why not it's my fucking comic.

You're welcome to laugh, and I know you will because you're a huge pile of shit, but doing this has been incredibly cathartic.

we live in a world were we have increasingly little control over basic shit in it. Media can feel like it wants to make money more than it cares about the story and character development and if I want media I’ll actually enjoy well goddamnit I guess I’ll make it myself.

I want it to be good. I want the salt of the fact a random furry wrote and created a better Star Wars EP9 to burn. I think thats funny.

I personally didn't like EP9

(Notice how I dislike EP9 but don't go out of my way to harass people who like it @watchingtheearthrise?)

So I decided to just make my own. Instead of being asshole to people in a fandom who do like it.

(Notice what I'm doing there @watchingtheearthrise?)

I don't see you in here when the fandom does nice shit like donating a shit ton of money to Adam Driver's arts for the military foundation.

I didn't see you in here when Thea Guanzon, a southeast asian reylo's published book became a new york times bestseller.

I don't fucking see you pop in when the dedicated members of this fandom post art and stories and celebrate the thing they love.

Don't let a single person who is acting shitty color your entire opinion about a whole ass fandom man. God fucking knows if I took this approach with finnreys I would just assume all of them are huge pieces of shit because nine times out of ten the people posting anti hate to the reylo tag are finnreys.

But since I'm not a complete fucking dumbass Like Some People Here

I'm able to use some common fucking sense and see it's not the finnreys that are shit.

finnreys are fine.

It's just like... 4 unique people with a lot of extra accounts.

real fucking bold to comment on someone making extra accounts to do nefarious things online from someone who already does that.

I’m pretty fucking sure at least 6 of the antis I regularly come across in this tag Are Your Accounts @watchingtheearthrise. You admit to 2 extra ones you’ve used to harass people in this fandom in the past In Your Fucking Bio

( I love hate how you have reylos in your DNI but paradoxically will not stop posting to this fucking fandoms’s tag I swear to Jesus Fucking Chri-)

God fucking bless you @watchingtheearthrise I hope you find someone who helps you learn how to not be such a festering cunt.

I started out this post not even know who the fuck Cait Corrain is. I still don't give a fuck because shit people can go fuck off into oblivion for all the fucks I don't give but since some asshat antis can’t be fucked to do a goddamn second of research I guess much like that ep9 I'm rewriting I’ll just fucking do this too.

Cait's a reylo about as much as you @watchingtheearthrise and you’re both welcome to let the door hit y’all on the ass on the way out.

#anti talk #reylo #reylo fandom #fandom wank #fandom nonsense

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Hiiii could i ask about what exactly happened between leo and izumi? I've read checkmate, but I don't quite get it about how it's izumi's fault why leo started to lock himself up and all that stuff, especially when leoizu started talking during the performance. It's a bit confusing, but from what I understood, leo crumbled because of knowing the fact that he's been used and not loved, and chess breaking up from the inside. Thank you!!

Hii I'll start by saying that this is what I've made sense of this plotline for myself based on what i've read but I am welcome to other interpretations or insights or anything from anyone, it's also likely i could be forgetting things etc so if you have different views I'm curious to listen🫶 i totally welcome the possibility that i could be interpreting or piecing things together wrong (i'm mainly going off of checkmate, hortor night halloween, and next door) so, yeah, putting the disclaimer out there.

Let's see...

Things start going downhill since Leo realizes his music is seen as a weapon and chooses to act accordingly, and to make himself into one too. There's a response to rejection and to a world that doesn't think and feel like he did. But Leo loves bringing joy to people and doesn't actually like destroying others, so the pressure adds up. That's not what breaks him quite yet though (we'll return to that). He has Izumi he's vowed to fight for, a lifeline. But Izumi is driven by his pride and that gets bruised the more they fight, the more opponents' resentment follows them. They were doomed since the moment they started fighting through the dreamfes system. Making enemies out of fellow students when the system is based on student votes is bound for failure, let alone the mental turmoil being constantly surrounded by hatred and fighting brings.

So... Izumi and Leo are on edge more and more, sinking further with every battle. They already struggle with not really understanding or getting through to one another, or to interpret each other. Izumi believes Leo's breaking point came from being hated by others, and that he caused it alone by bringing the sensitive, trusting Leo to fight with him against the other students (taking advantage of Leo, even though Leo himself offered it. And he's not as blameless or stupid as one would think...). He never shows Leo gratitude or love anymore, is always unhappy and the 2 start arguing more seriously, their mental states plummeting the more they struggle, knowing it's futile. So when Leo breaks, Izumi can't help but blame his actions, his ambitions, him using Leo, him and his pride.

On the other hand, we only get Leo's pov in the Next Door monologue, where he reveals what broke him was using his genius songs as weapons and thus drowning out every other individual song that wasn't as skilled but could've been loved by someone. And at some point he starts doing it knowingly, in a way selling out. The unbearable atmosphere of wanting to win that sucks all joy out of music. While Knights is getting resented, Leo uses his composing of songs for others as weapons, drowning out their own voices and creating more destruction. So... it's still his love for people that breaks him in the end, in my opinion, just not what we originally thought through Izumi's view, or at least not fully that.

Leo's breakdown comes with a musical slump. And having tied so much of his worth to his songs, it takes the biggest toll on him. But... I really think it's a combination of everything. Leo's surprisingly self loathing the more you read stories with him so I don't fully believe his monologue in Next Door where he says it's all his fault, especially considering the state he was in during those chapters. I don't believe any of the characters when they say it's all their fault, too many little things were at play and piling up into tragedy, and none of them are really...reliable narrators. They're all in terrible headspaces when they thinks about what happened. But that's also why I feel like I myself could still be interpreting things wrong and welcome new insights and views.

Also... imo Izumi doesn't quite realise how much he cared for Leo until he's out of the picture, broken down, and they can't get back what they had. Ah i got side tracked. What was the question again. Did i even answer the question at all. All these guys are self loathing unreliable narrators...

#ask #anon #i guess...the answer is checkmate isnt quite enough for 2nd year izuleo lore. godspeed soldier

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thedrarrylibrarian · 10 months

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Several people have been kind enough to let me publish their thoughts on fandom, community, and queerness to celebrate Pride in the Library. Today's piece comes from @candybarrnerd.

When @thedrarrylibrarian reached out to me with the proposal to discuss queerdom and fandom I was delighted.

The reason they did so was because a friend suggested me. A friend I had made through the HP fandom.

And I want to explain how emblematic that is of exactly what thedrarrylibrarian was asking me to do.

I'm friends with this person because of Drarry and Harry Potter fandom. Because of a fics we've written, because of a conversations we've had, because of mutual friends we share. We've had chats about children, about pets, about health issues, about gender, and many many more things I can't even think to list here. I've met this friend in person and heard about their offline life. I'm so privileged to know them and to call them a friend.

And they're not the only one! I've met friends in fandom who I've talked to about relationship issues, who I've met in person and shared meals with, who I've stayed with in their house! I've met friends who sent me flowers when a loved one died, who offered me money when I was broke, who gave me advice and who I've given advice, who saw something and not only bought it but spent the money to send it to me halfway around the world.

I am queer. And while I've always known that, but being in fandom helped me find my true queer self. In the fandom space I've found my true name, I've found my pronouns, I've found my gender. I've found other queer people to discuss queer life, from things we share, to things we don't!

Fandom is like a queer community. It'll support you when you need it, that you can find your people, that you might have differences, be separated by so many other things (and miles) but still find community.

Because of this community I have been gifted so much. I feel so lucky. I can't imagine who I would be without it. I don't want to.

And also fuck JKR. We are so much more than her.

I want to take this moment to encourage people to get involved in their community in and outside of fandom and to that end I just want to say the following:

Trans lives matter. Queer lives matter. We belong here and where we exist - which is everywhere! Remember it is us who will protect us. Also remember that your activism should start at the ballot box but shouldn't end there. Push your politicians to do better, and tell them when you're disappointed in their actions. I recommend writing letters if you have the time and are worried about other methods of showing up for the community.

And if you're feeling lonely, I believe you can always find community. Fandom is one place to start 💜

Thank you, Le, for joining me in the Library. It is an joy to hear your invitation to community and your rallying cry. I appreciate that you took the time to come and celebrate Pride in the Library with me.

If you want more @candybarrnerd, be sure to check out their work on AO3! I especially loved their the potential of broken things, which features newly bi Harry and content with life Draco. It's soft, it's hot, it's hopeful.

🏳️‍🌈 Lots of Love and Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

#pride 2023 #pride in the library #pride in the library 2023 #lots of love and happy pride #friends of the library #fandom community #candybarrnerd #icarusinflight

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companionwolf · 8 months

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Hello all! I've consolidated the responses so far to my call for 'core selfship / ficto experiences' in relation to my 'having a f/o' solo journaling ttrpg project-- I want to let you all see what's been offered so far and also explain a bit more about what a solo journaling ttrpg is! (:

That explanation and the ideas offered below the cut, because otherwise this is a long post. For anyone this post breaks on, please forgive me.

To start, what's a ttrpg? It's short of table top role-playing game, sometimes called a physical game. If you've ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons (D&D), you know what a table top game is!

For those who haven't, table top games are basically like if you took playing pretend and gave it some rules-- or didn't. The world of TTRPG games is vast and encompasses a wide range of games from super crunchy structured rules with Lots of dice and math to games that are less than one page and super loose and free-form-- some don't even use dice!

The difference here is that most people think you need a group to play tabletop games. And if that's the experience you want, that's true. However, clever gamers have made rules and ways to play games by themselves! Some people emulate the person who runs the game using a generator, while others do games more guided by prompts. This latter one is what I'm doing-- it's called a journaling game.

Journaling games have a basic core of the idea that you / your character journals their experiences as they play (or after, if you don't want to interrupt your flow). Usually the main mechanic is generating prompts off a list using dice or card pulls, but some of these games also include mechanics like ticking boxes off, gathering resources, and making choices.

I'm still trying to figure out what mechanics I want in my game. Obviously there will prompts, but everything else I'm workshopping-- right now I've been gathering data, in the form of looking at other solo games for how they handle their gameplay. Sadly none of the things I've looked at quite fit what I want, but they're useful enough that I've began a design document.

In terms of themes - I want to touch on longing, distance, intimacy (not essentially romantic), and self love/etc. I'm also toying with the concept of a eventual expansion that allows you to play as your F/O, but I need a base game first, so that's just an idea right now.

Anyway, here's what folks have suggested as ideas so far --

- longing yearning etc

- knowing there will never be physicality / hearing their voice / etc

- loving someone you cannot touch/etc

- the self love aspect

- imagines, headcanons, etc

- interacting with f/os source

- community or lack of

- dealing with feeling shame/etc or being picked on/etc for selfshipping

- dealing with jealously/difficulty 'sharing'

- aking things related to your f/o (example: wedding albums)

- easy source eod joy and comfort

- knowing songs and art f/o would like

- finding things that are stressful LESS so because talking about it with f/o would help

- the cute guilty pride of 'I like this character' 'me too I actually self ship with them'

- having a friend who understands when no one else is around (even if they are from media)

- daydreaming

- trying to get yourself to dream about them

- always knowing exactly what to commission someone for

- spending money on f/o related things (merch, other items that remind you of them, comms)

- selfship when the relationship is something you'd never want irl

- using selfship to figure out what you want (in a relationship for example)

- social aspect (assumptions people make, the selfship community)

- dreams about your f/o

- f/os helping against self negativity

- feeling like they're present in your life (and or imagning them with you)

- feeling insecure (bc you can't get confirmation f/o returns/would return feelings)

- freedom of headcanon and making S/Is

- becoming in a way part of another world

- never lacking someone to talk to

- the painful remembrance that f/o is not real and cannot really do X for you (X = have your back, for example)

- self generated serotonin

- becoming familiar with the shape of their face

- getting your daydreaming muscles back up to strength

- analyzing songs through a new lens

- feeling both love and loneliness in the community

- writing letters to your f/o (maybe even writing some 'back' from them?")

- buying clothes to say you stole from them

- feeling your f/o loves you no matter what and will be there for you always

- gaining comfort from your f/o on bad days

- being able to tell f/o anything, from interests others may find weird to traumas and beyond

- f/o helping you overcome anxiety and boosting self esteem

- creating because of your f/o (art writing etc)

- re above: selfship as a creative outlet

- the interplay of selfship and kin

- relating something mundane to your f/o and thus it becomes special

- using your f/o to motivate yourself ('f/o would want me to take care of myself')

- self made f/os aka OC f/os rather than media ones

- seeing your f/o get bashed or misinterpred

- fear of ridicule

- daydreaming but it becomes problematic (ie it interrupts getting important tasks done etc)

#wolf barking #selfship #self ship #selfshipper #self shipping #selfshipping #f/o #fictional other #tags for visibility #feel free to reblog (:#selfship ttrpg #f/o tag

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i-hold-horrors-hand · 2 months

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Hey, I just saw your page and decided to drop by.

I was the anon who asked another account on here abt if they were into copia + Terzo but incest bc I know ppl are into that

I just wanna see your take on it if it’s okay!💜

(Btw I skimmed through your page and thought it was great!)

Yaaay you like my blog thank you!! ❤️

Ahem. So. My take under the cut (it got long lol).

I like the idea of them having no idea they're related, and starting out getting to know each other, and getting closer. Terzo encourages Copia to be more confident in himself, Copia allows Terzo to be more than just a Casanova type of guy when he's with him. They both see sides to each other that they don't show to everyone else, and they encourage each other to grow and change a bit as people.

But they keep their growing relationship a secret. Because a Cardinal and a Papa, together?? Someone would complain. Probably Nihil. So, Terzo and Copia keep it low-key and hidden from everyone else (except the other brothers. Primo and Secondo definitely figured out, and they may not get what Terzo sees in Copia, but he makes their little brother happy so whatever 🤷🏻‍♂️).

Their relationship crumbles when Terzo is dragged off stage and demoted, and it probably starts a self-hating spiral in Terzo which leads him to break up with Copia. Like, he's clearly not good enough to be Papa, so why would he be good enough for Copia (or anyone, for that matter)? It's a painful and bitter breakup, and they're both hurting. Copia probably makes a few attempts to convince Terzo to get back together, but that self-hate is just too strong.

And what makes it worse? While Terzo can confide in his 2 older brothers...Copia doesn't have anyone to talk to about this. It was a secret, after all. So, eventually, he becomes angry and bitter due to the pain and the unfair way Terzo is treating their (now defunct) relationship...and he comes to hate Terzo just as much as he loves him. He plays into this hate both as a coping mechanism, and to ensure nobody knows about that he and Terzo were involved. Everyone just thinks it's a rivalry, that Copia is playing it up to be cool and prove himself as the new frontman of Ghost. (See: that video of him playing one of Terzo's albums and trash talking him).

Then Terzo and the other brothers get assassinated, and it's Copia's time to shine. Of course, he's hurt by Terzo's death, but he pushes that pain aside and focuses on proving himself. That door (his relationship with Terzo) has been permanently closed, but a new one (being promoted) has opened. He puts Terzo in the past, and focuses on his own future. (Or tries to. Terzo's corpse being put on display probably not only breaks his heart, but also reminds him that he himself might be expendable too...).

Then, Copia becomes Papa. He's where Terzo was...but lasts longer. Makes the band (and its Satanic message) an even bigger deal. Maybe he's getting over Terzo, that pain now replaced with pride in himself and love from the fans. He feels more confident, he feels less out-of-place, he feels like he's finally where he's supposed to be. He's totally over Terzo now.

Except...maybe he's just lying to himself. Maybe he wishes Terzo was still here, to be proud of him. To share this joy with. Maybe. But Copia won't admit it.

Maybe he would if Terzo was resurrected. Maybe, after a lot of pain and tears and yelling and healing, they'd rekindle their relationship. Or at least try to. Maybe they'd find a way back to each other. And maybe Copia would reveal something that he's since figured out: that they have the same father.

Copia probably wouldn't care. He found such love with Terzo (twice!!) that he refuses to let something like being half-brothers stop him from loving that man. Terzo might need some time to process this, and Copia's worried and regrets telling him...but Terzo decides that he doesn't care, either. Maybe he even admits that he always felt connected to Copia (even before their relationship), in a way he couldn't explain...and now he knows why. They're brothers, so they were always destined to be part of each other's lives. But they chose to love each other in a different way, to actively create a relationship with each other.

Brothers by chance, but lovers by choice 💜💙

#ask #anon #copiiia #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus 3 #papa emeritus iii #cardinal copia

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starlightandetherealshadows · 10 months

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ROs hobbies?

Hi lovebug! ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

I was SO excited for this ask, I love talking about the RO's hobbies and life outside of this hellish invasion. I've mentioned some of this stuff before, but I like having it all in one place. So thank you, sweet one! -`♡´-

♡ Ayana/Adriel:

A is a talented mechanic. When they had free time (rare for doctors but ya know), they would work on fixing cars. They have a motorcycle that is their pride and joy. It was going to the scrapyard, but A decided to pour time and money into getting it in working condition. I mentioned this before but A loves reading mangas and watching anime! A will blush if you talk about this, but A was a theater kid. They can't sing, but they used to act their asses off in the school plays. A is into rock-climbing!

♡ Zero:

Both male and female Zero grew up doing ballet and gymnastics. And they were good at it, like really fuckin good. Zero used to get bullied in school quite a lot, esp male Zero bc the whole "ballet is for girls" nonsense :( They can also sing (but they're shy about it) and they're a talented artist. Painting is their favorite art medium, but they also use their sketchpad a lot when they don't feel like getting paint everywhere. Z is good with little magic tricks involving sleight of hand (considering they used to make a living conning people....)

♡ Veronica/Vincent:

V is a classically trained cellist, but they don't have a cello on them, unfortunately. They're a voracious reader, which they bond with X over. V doesn't have their driver's license, so they used to skateboard everywhere. V did martial arts for many years, and has a plethora of gold medals and trophies from it. V likes photography too, and was on the cross country team in high school.

(of course, with V's memory loss, they can't remember much of this. It's a fuzzy memory of having certain skillsets, like riding a bike after years and realizing that you still know how)

♡ Cecelia/Chase:

C used to work in a bakery, so you can imagine how good their house used to smell. Other than baking, they used to collect baseball cards with their father and play baseball/softball themselves (D1, they're talented!) C can do tiny stick and poke tattoos. C knows how to do origami! They leave little paper objects and animals all over the safehouses, much to the amusement of the others. They know how to surf from summers spent on the beach.

♡ Xa'eks/Xa'veed:

X is really good at archery. They used to have little competitions with their siblings back on Nion 8. They're also really into plants and bugs, collecting and identifying them. When they first landed on Earth, X was so excited to explore and catalogue all the different types of foliage/insect life. X has quite the blooming garden in the alien's central city. They love classic literature. You can find X and V having heated literature debates that may involve screaming and cursing and threats of violence. X also loves board games and was fascinated by the idea of Monopoly. X likes puzzles, and that's how they passed time while waiting for, you know, their conquer-Earth orders for the day.

*see now I HAVE to write about the group playing a game of monopoly together.*

Thank you again for the fun question, anon!!!

All my love,

Cheye

#choicescript #choice of games #cog #ask: css #ask: answered #ask: RO

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