If look back I’m sure I’ll remember, the words I held back and chose not to say. I am sinking, drowning, dying in my despair; a despair I caused and chose not to share. How I feel feels unimportant, not worthwhile of mention, I just wish I’d had said it before I started to feel benched in; inside my room is where I’ve chosen to stay, despite how I wish and want to feel the sun and go out to play. I have not the words to describe the way I feel caged, it’s pitiful truly. Stuck in a gilded prison I myself made. I find it sad though to be honest, I finally spoke my mind and mentioned this bind that in myself I find; and the reaction was tame, it makes me feel lame to say that I was hoping for hope, for words left unspoken to fall from my mouth and for your response to make me not quite hate myself, but here I am sitting in bed, phone in my hand and pillow at my head listening to you ramble on unabashed, wishing I’d trusted you less and acted less rash. Your speech is slow, words are slurred as you speak about pottery sharing interests long unheard. A part of me feels bad for my one word responses, for the fact that if you asked what you’d said I’d be at a loss for words that were supposed to be held in my mouth; words that even had I known I’d dare not spout. I love you my dear, you’ve always been there, and you’ve kept me up as sturdily as the chair, that was carved on the day I turned 8, I ate those feelings away, lost to the old wind, the passage of time, a reference to a time that bas never been mine but I have longed to reach in hopes of some simpler days that my mind conjured up in a tired, alone, upset, and tied down haze; And even as I speak these words now I am all to unsure that my words will be heard, that the ears I called forth for word, will brush me off to the side and my the words I once chose to keep but now relent on saying will once again go unheard. I love you my dear, but goddamnit are you dense; I wish I’d not crossed that fence, the line where I chose to belt out my heart in hopes that you’d hear, but to my dismay you were gone away in the fray of people living through their days, Ignoring me and walking around me without a word as if I am in their way.
This section of my fic is really cool to me, because Tommy learns the exact wrong lesson than I think someone reading this scene would, and it's so indicative of his major character flaw which is believing that he is the main character. He acts like a main character the whole fic, untouchable, no one would dare make him face any consequences. And it results in him barreling into a plan that results in the people he decided were the good guys killing someone who was. A friend. At the end of the day, Cadaver was only a friend.
Quackity is arguably a bad person, but he's not evil, he's just the antagonist to Tommy's story, and as such he has a different philosophy. And I think reading this scene you get a full picture that Quackity's ideas aren't "the bad ideas", they're just ideas that you can choose a side on. Tommy isn't wrong either, he's just got different ideas. But his takeaway is that he needs to be more decisive, more firm in his beliefs, find his own place at the table.
In terms of the viceduo of it all, Tommy and Quackity are both defined by being "powerless" while having a lot of agency. And as the first hero and villain in this fic, I think you get a sense that they are crazy important, while also not being nearly as powerful as their agency indicates. The chip on his shoulder is obviously an allusion to Las Nevadas, and this difference between them is that Quackity is willing to play odds, and let some things work out on their own, whereas Tommy needs security and certainty. He's an orphan looking for his home, at the end of the day.
Does anyone have any fics where Shen Yuan transmigrates into PIDW, but in his original body? Maybe any LiuShen ones?
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@shanuraru ‘s art got to me…
So I've fallen behind on writing Strawberry Felon because my mind keeps starting more AUs, so I've decided to try a poll to see what I should do about that, I guess
Also feel free to ask abt any of these ideas in comments reblogs asks wherever :)
Also, everyone who writes Gotham-based fics, whether it's straight up dc or dpxdc:
The term isn't "prostitute". It's "sex worker". Like, there are whole advocacy efforts from sex workers who provide a variety of services, whether they are full service or not, that describe the language they use for their jobs. It's not the nineties anymore. You can, like...look up sex worker advocates who are making political changes and mirror their language. Here's a page now. They're not, like, theoretical people who need saving. They're real people who work a highly stigmatized job.
Sex workers are people with jobs. Respect them.
Tootie won.
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Au where when Saiki was younger, he sometimes ran into Aren's mom injured and helped her out, and he became something like an unofficial medic to her and her little group. Sometimes when Saiki was patching her up, she would vaguely talk about her kid around his age and stuff. Well, she wouldn't mention Aren by name or talk about him out loud but Saiki just reads her thoughts and so he vaguely knows about her little Hoodlum but then she and her gang moved and Saiki being a little too good at Rock Paper Scissors happened and so they got separated and drifted apart.
Only for some odd years later (Like, four or five) and Aren transfers into Saiki's class with his whole trying to be a normie spiel and how he is totally not gonna be a punk anymore. Aren doesn't really look like his parents (In the same way of how Kusuo and Kusuke don't really look like Kurumi) so Saiki doesn't really suspect anything- and neither does Aren, and they carry on. Imagine a similar situation as the street magician Chouno Uryoku and how his ex-wife did not look anything like how the dude thought of her.
Saiki never really got out of his Street Medic habits and Aren sometimes coming to school with some scrapes from gangsters either trying to pick a fight or drag him back into his past only exacerbates Saiki's medic habits. Like, he always used to carry bandages and alcohol wipes and antibiotic ointment, but had talked to just carrying bandages because a whole medkit had been annoying to carry and needless for an esper like him. Though, he had started carrying a bit more for Kaidou and Hairo when they become closer. (Saiki adds the antibiotic ointment back into his repertoire for Aren)
When they gets close enough and Aren invites them to his house is when the fun really starts. Kaidou and Nendo find Aren's baby album and look through it and everything. But Saiki spots a smaller album on the book shelf and is thinking "Better not show too many of these family albums to those two, who knows what we might see" trying not to think about the album collections documenting his parent's dates and stuff.
And when Aren comes back into the room the four are just vibing and hanging out, Aren even bought out some Coffee jelly as an offering thank you for coming ya introverted bean. So, even Saiki is in a pretty good mood. And then they hear the front door open and close with shuffling and stuff with a 'We're home, Hoodlum!' and Aren going to greet his parents like the totally good kid he is, and Saiki is like "??? That voice sounds kinda familar."
And whadduya know!
When Aren's mom turns around from putting stuff in the fridge, Saiki instanting recognizes her and its the same lady he helped all those years ago! I imagine its not a big dramatic moment but there is a "What a surprise" moment. And she's just like "Haha! Little Medic, you're friends with my brat, what a small world! I hope he's treating you and his other friends right."
And Aren is standing there after trying to introduce his friends like "What." Kaidou says "You know Saiki???? But he never leaves his house!" But Nendou is the one to be like "Wow, Aren's Mom, how do you know my buddy?"'
To which Aren's Mom says briefly that Saiki used to get discounts from the stores near her hangouts (Rough part of town, but great prices for stingy child espers) and how he used to help her and some of her girls. Aren is over here dumbfounded, and Kaidou is just like, "wouldn't he have been like, six, a decade ago??" That Saiki pointedly does not confirm.
But Saiki and Aren's mom are over here just casually talking while all the other teenagers are standing there, bewildered. Like, Aren is over here being like "Hold on, I thought Saiki was a goody-goody, He knows my mom?!?" Meanwhile:
Aren's Mom: How's that brother of yours?
Saiki: Moved to Britain and is still a sore loser.
Aren's Mom: Haha, good to know he's not bothering ya! So, how's my little hoodlum doing in class? Not being a brat is he?
Saiki in a true show of open candidness: If he was a bother, he wouldn't still be in my class.
And Kaidou and Aren are nearly shitting their pants from this being like "SAIKI?????" with it just completely flying over Nendo's head.
Then, the rest of the hang out is Aren's Mom sharing stories of tiny Aren while Saiki is eating more Coffee Jelly
Yue Qingyuan, whispering: We can't let him know
Liu Qingge, also whispering: He will find out eventually
Shen Qingqiu, walking up on them: What do you have there?
Liu Qingge, quickly hiding something behind his back: Nothing!
Shen Qingqiu: Ah, that wasn't suspicious at all
Yue Qingyuan, also hiding something behind his back: Sorry about that xi- Qingqiu-shidi. It looks like another volume of Regret of Chunshan came out so we had confiscated them from disciples
Shen Qingqiu, hiding his flushing face with a fan: I see, well you both don't need my help for that. I will take my leave
Yue Qingyuan, after making sure Shen Qingqiu is out of earshot: You nearly gave us away!
Liu Qingge: I panicked!
Yue Qingyuan, taking out a book written by 'Arrow Shooting Towards The Sky: We can't let him know about the new harem drama about him. He would never look us in the eyes again!
au where instead of dying airplane finishes pidw and then starts releasing increasingly insane extras catering to every kink and ship he can think of. bingge gets pissed on by a wife. xin mo ends up in someone’s ass. he writes the official a/b/o au. he’s having so much fun writing unhinged shit that his writing actually /improves/. peerless cucumber still complains about the plot (airplane please tell me sqq and lqg didn’t fuck in the ling xi caves that’s not canon right? right??) but even he admits the prose is nothing to scoff at.
once airplane has exhausted the pidm universe he just takes mobei jun out of it and has his oc fuck or be fucked by everything he can think of. bingge? already covered in the pidm extras, but he throws it in few more mobing fics for good luck. a thinly veiled airplane self insert? naturally! every single peak lord? why not? the concept of the demon realm, anthropomorphised and in need of a good dicking down? airplane's pretty proud of that one.
eventually he just becomes the chuck tingle of web novels. he’s equal parts hated and admired. some of his fans have left but a lot stay on (including cucumber-bro, of course) and he gains new fans who haven’t even read pidw and are just here for the insane porn concepts! he’s having so much fun! nobody cares how gay it’s all gotten!
it’s quick to write and it pays his bills so well he’s able to actually work on a new novel in secret. he publishes it under a different name. it has kickass world building, a tender gay romance and tasteful, well-thought out sex scenes. nobody figures out it’s written by airplane shooting towards the sky. not even cucumber-bro - not at first. he leaves a very heartfelt review, expressing his delight at finding something well written with a great protagonist and fascinating monsters that doesnt become a disgusting tropey mess like ANOTHER web novel he could mention!! and then there’s another message tacked on, shyly admitting that the romance has helped him come to terms with his own sexuality. airplane is equal parts genuinely touched and cackling with trollish glee. he HAS to reveal his identity. the resulting meltdown goes down in fandom history. airplane gets a best friend and ( maybe?? ) a boyfriend out of it.
he never stops writing the mobei jun porn.
Guys... WHY ISNT THIS FANDOM MORE POPULAR
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