Status: Yumeshipper. Welcoming other yumeshippers.
Stance: I'm not harassing, but I'd rather not use labels. Don't show up in my inbox with darkships and we good.
Fandoms I make content for: One Piece, Genshin Impact, Resident Evil,
Twst.
Other fandoms I am in: The Mentalist, Supernatural, the occasional slasher movie, Backrooms (not the movie), One Piece, etc.
OCs: Will be added and yapped about if asked
Request status: You [can] request
Request rules: I am against censorship. That does not mean that I personally write about everything or even want to see everything.
What I will not write about:
-Incest
-Pedophilia
-Zoophilia
-Necrophilia
-any of the extra dark taboos, because it makes me uncomfortable
What I will write about:
-certain types of Yandere
-dubious consent
-cannibalism
-generally unhealthy stuff and dove on life support, because it is fictional and as long as it is fictional, it's fun and games.
In romance, I only ship female x male.
Types of requests I will take:
-headcanons
-scenarios
-one shots
-PERHAPS art, in form of trade
Tbh.. I think the best thing that could ever happen to me in this wretched online world would be to share a fan with a mutual.
I aspire to be somebody's favourite writer one day. To be someone, whose writing style they look up to.
I aspire to be one of their favourite authors, and being mutuals with ANOTHER of their favourite authors.
Personally, I remember how it feels like, to mutual extremely cool people. And to find out that two of my favourite, coolest online persons were mutuals.
That'd be nice...
Oh and for someone to comment on my stories and notice the easter eggs, but hey...you gotta wait some time. Perhaps they'll show up in five years, when I am still hopefully writing and still abandoning drafts.
An underrated character nobody gives a fuck about, sadly. Except @ gav-san. They're a real one.
This dude got me in a metaphorical chokehold (wouldn't mind a literal one, though I'd definitely regret it later) and I've already made TWO au's for him.
This one is the android au.
Anyone interested?
Aikanu is also an android there.
(clickbait, but with genuine content) And Smoker.
Funfact: He can't smoke. He doesn't have lungs. It's just for the game of it.
Shiryu, as an android or animatronic (depending on which Au I am feeling like, and yes, I've already made him two MORE Aus.), DEFINITELY has some space in his stomach area, where he just stores an unruly person. (No, I am not into vore, btw)
He'd regularly use that against you.
Magellan for example, has that as well and his jaw can unhing, to dispense poisonous gas.
Sakazuki has neither, though his fists can heat up and burn through steel, in emergencies.
Idk what Borsalino would have. He's got light powers, so I imagine some kind of laser. Heh. Imagine a lil laser from his index finger, with which he can either cut someone in half or play with a kitten.
Aokiji...hmmmmmmmmmmm, his body cools down quite fast. He's basically most often needed for nothing to burn down while Sakazuki is present. But he is also able to dispense ice, just like in canon. That way, he can cause frostburns or catch suspects pretty quickly.
Smoker is basically a fog machine. You see fog somewhere, he's lurking around in there. (Can someone ask Oda if he has a name? An actual one?)
Now, imagine...imagine finding an abandoned, almost completely shut down android.
And now I am thinking abour an Au where this tall ahh appears either with or instead of Yuu.
Imagine.
And...the..the headmage just looks at him and Yuu, and is like 'You're the janitor™, if I've ever seen one."
I believe he'd get along with Swing pretty well. This guy believes in fate. He fights. He is way too old to be here.
And he would definitely not be above beating up kids.
New adopted adult in the Ramshackle family!
Here we have!
A terrorist who almost commited a genocide!
Two non-discriminating traffickers. They traffick humans and beast men alike!
Jack Skellington fanboy, who should be with the Sevens, because he made Halloween so popular.
War crime on two feet. Like..there is no other way to describe him.
And now...3,40 m tall mass murderer, with homicidal tendencies. And a sword. And the ability to become invisible.
What can go wrong?
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Alternatively:
Imagine Aikanu (I love throwing him into different scenarios) in Twst. Crowley would be getting a law suit SO fast. And he'd make sure that Crowley is actually looking for a way home.
The...school could need some rules. But then again, Aikanu is a bit extreme in his...beliefs and tactics.
Ruggie and Azul would get their asses flamed.
Until they find out that salt water makes him loose his powers. Then, they'd laugh.
Until they find out that some devil fruit users, if they trained for long enough and hard enough, can still move to beat their asses the old fashioned way.
Hehehehehe, creativity is sparking again~
I should make part two of my fics instead of starting so many new ones...
Idk what to call this. Hmmmm, 'Target practice' may do for now.
Trigger warnings: Attempts at philosophy; melancholy; a certain sense of apathy towards life; some homicidal man not knowing manners; humans
Characters: OC (Aiko A. A. V. Ioldas), Shiryu (sorry, if he's ooc, I'm trying my best to copy his speech pattern properly.)
Word count: 1,414
Almost forgot!! Credit to @gav-san because her Cosmic Joke stories inspired me to this story.
Prologue:
Hahhhh, yes. The blue planet.
One ridden with the existence of humans. One burdened by their love and wars alike.
It wasn't uncommon for certain people to believe that they were soulmates. Personalities perfectly harmonizing, sentences being finished by their opposites, no disagreements in sight.
Other times forbidden, and not allowed to be indulged in.
Well, opposites attracted each other. But people liked mingling with the ones alike, too.
So…upon looking at one specific pair of 'soulmates', we ask ourselves two questions.
What are soulmates exactly?
And which kind were they?
Aiko had been mingling with the mass of people on the island for a few hours by now. Observing. Never interacting, but still present as a cog in the machine.
Staying at the border of the market place, she oversaw what was happening.
Parents with their children in tow. A house wife buying fresh fish. An elderly couple going hand in hand. The merchants loudly announcing their products.
It was pure harmony.
At least, that's what humans liked to think.
Their delusions of harmony could never exist everywhere without a price. To ensure the well-being of one, you must take from the other. A lesson Aiko had learned to remember.
Actual harmony existed on multiple planes, and each aspect of life defined it differently.
It did not wait for kindness. It did not support team work, nor try to suppress it.
Harmony, essentially, meant balance.
To keep the balance of happiness, one must experience hardships.
To not break under the pressure of pain, one must experience relief.
Endless happiness would result in hedonism.
Endless pain would result in life coming to an end.
What was life? The quality of being alive? Merely surviving?
Aiko, personally, viewed being alive as a different topic than life. Being alive is part of life. But life was so much more than that.
So much more than the little screen in front of her. The semi-transparent, purple digital screen unseen by everyone else but her.
It has been long since she had found out that this was of her own making. Ideas she had carefree and naively explored.
On it, a few words.
'Main task: Do not be killed by your soulmate.'
'Side quests: . . . to be updated'
Now, this seemed far from the love which was held in high regard by everyone. Far from the sacred bond between two souls meant for each other.
Because that, in essence, was what soulmates were not.
Fair and compatible.
Full of love and respect.
Soulmates…a name given to something beyond the understanding of the average folks.
A name given to something greater than they could perceive, similarly to how the entity called 'God' was so much more than his title.
Souls…
What were souls? Were they our personality? Our thought process? Were they our frequency?
Aiko did not yet know the answer to such a question.
But what she knew, was, that her inner radar was keeping track of the distance of her 'soulmate'.
And the string between them, noticed, was currently being curiously prodded at.
With a deep breath, the woman shouldered her messenger bag, heavy with things that shouldn't fit, and left the shadows of the market.
It was time.
Time to prepare.
…
For the worst.
Chapter one:
Shiryu
Level 6 wasn't particularly quiet at that time. It wasn't ever truly quiet.
There were at least two inhabitants of the cells verbally fighting. At least two laughing about others. At least one singing from the safety of their cell, safe from the others who did not want to hear their grating voice and crude lyrics.
He almost believed that the quick snap, as if the brain itself had lost contact to the inner walls of his skull, had been from the annoyance of listening to today's yowling attempts at music.
Almost.
If it hadn't been for something unknown spreading through his chest.
Far different from boredom and far less potent than annoyance.
It made it's way through his ribcage, cooling his lungs. Weighing down his ribs. Coating his heart in something which could most accurately be described as a layer of dust.
Melancholy.
That wasn't his usual palette of emotions, which…between reader and narrator….hadn't been very diverse from the very beginning.
The prisoner jailer recognized attempts of meddling with inner workings, be it in matters of work or his own inner world.
It felt as if…someone had placed a Den Den Mushi inside of his head and the speaker ready to be spoken through.
Gaining his attention was far from a difficult ordeal, considering how much boredom frayed his nerves.
So he considered it caught, when he directed his focus away from the verbal fight which had broken out, and instead towards this subtle feeling of pressure.
A kind of…pulling, as if his body were urging him to wander into a certain direction. Suspicious, he shifted towards the opposite direction. The pull got stronger, almost imperceptibly.
Narrowing his eyes, he wandered to the corner of the cell furthest in the direction in which this…feeling was pulling him.
The imaginery thread loosened ever so slightly.
He wandered into the opposite direction again, not noticing how today's fighting chicken had ceased their arguments to watch him instead. Or rather…not caring. Curiously, they followed each of his steps.
"…did…he finally loose it?", one of them whispered.
"Nah, seems like he's planning something."
The pacing man, on his part, seemed….entertained.
"…yeah, no, he lost it."
The thread, in the meantime, tightened and loosened over and over. Almost as if something was calling for him. Something he couldn't hear…something he couldn't see.
"Feeling threads around your heart?", a voice spoke up. The word 'thread' was most of the reason why Shiryu perked up.
"….what do you know about it?", he inquired. Curiosity leaked through his voice, despite himself. Though it was far from any different.
"Hmhmmmmm~ nothing muuuch…. I feel sorry for whoever is at the other end of it though, gahahaha!!"
Instead of providing helpful commentary, they laughed mockingly. "You should try and contact them in advance! Tell them that their other half is gonna die soon enough!"
"Other half?" The ex head jailer stopped pacing.
"Oh, he doesn't know! Of COURSE he doesn't know!", they continued. Another joined in with a soft chuckle, careful to not get located. " Contacting them is rather easy. Poor pigs who get cursed by the universe, fate, or whatever you believe in, have little to no privacy. Each and every thought can be heard."
"…."
"….okay, dense head, I'll clarify. Your soul has frequencies and it's constantly sending those out. Sometimes, specific souls resonate, when their frequencies get lucky and travel far enough to touch. We call this curse 'soulmates'.", they finally clarified, after their laughter died down, replaced with slight irritation.
The softer one added to it, too: "And it seems like someone like you has someone compatible. Fate is cruel for letting you have some fun before death, when all the others are being bored out of their minds. I do not see why we should tell you just how to contact them."
"You just close your eyes and concentrate, as if you were talking to a sentient being inside of your head."
"Hey! Do not give him so much information! Why does he get to haunt someone?"
"I remember when I still heard their voice! Not that they're dead, but the sea shackles dampen the bond too much!"
"Are you even listening!?"
Thus, a new topic of discussion and therefore…a new fight, which broke out.
And the ex head jailer?
He had enough answers to work with. And more than enough time to try it out. They might as well have been lying to him, laughing because he fell for it, rather than his lack of knowledge on that topic.
But then again, what did he have left to loose? His dignity? He lost it since getting thrown in these cells with the trash. And most people doubted that he'd ever cared for it either.
With a thoughtful frown on his face, he sat down in the corner in which the thread was the loosest and concentrated. He didn't plan on communicating. Not yet anyway. No, no…he would gather information first.
I will admit, it's always been rather easy for me to write anime fanfiction, rather than realistic media fanfiction.
And look...I've known Shiryu for a few days. There is exactly ONE (1) Fanfiction about him on Ao3. Might have to pack out my german skills and stalk fanfiction.de for stories about him.
And he made me write about him almost instantly. Figure out how he'd torment Aiko.
I've already above 1,200 words and I'll be honest...I apologize, but Twst never set that sparking wire inside of my brain off.
Anyways, homicidal man. I finally don't feel watched rn, so I can write what I've been thinking about him!
Big man in a uniform, with a big chest and I kinda wish he'd sit down on my back.
Crush me, pls~
P.S.: WHY AM I ALWAYS INTO THOSE WITH FEW FANFICTIONS!?
Guys! You better get interested in Shiryu and go to write, I wanna read about him and reader and him and your OCs and literally anything.
got tagged by @elegantdeerbaran some time ago but i thought i was too basic for it, got tagged again yesterday by @darthdisasterous and now i feel i've got no choice lol
which one explains the most?
left handed
friends often think im neurodivergent
at 12 i hit a moving car when crossing the street and broke both my legs
got cancelled on twitter in 2022
facilitated my own mugging. so awkward about it the guys gave me back my things
at 13 i regularly dmed a 26 y/o guy on discord who also tried to voice call me
i'm a poet
at 10 quora was my main social media for some reason
i didnt know music other than celine dion & baby shark existed until ~9 y/o
the only things i watched during covid were gacha life & my story animated
oldest daughter syndrome
obsessed with harry potter from ages 8-12
unrestricted internet access as a kid
Voting ended onJul 6
*: when i was a baby the doctors told me i had a hole in my heart and 1-2 years ago i had a surgery for it but halfway through they realized i didn't actually have it because they just assumed i had a heart problem except the only real proof pointing to that was how my ecg looks a bit weird for no reason so then i had to come to terms with the fact that i never had anything wrong with me at all
...i see now that i had a lot of interesting character development as a tween
im sorry MORMON?! (mormons arent real in my brain)
i feel like i dont have that much lore but ill try my best
why am i like this
oldest daughter
never watched spongebob
first fandom was star wars
queer awakening was my crazy toxic religious exfriend in sixth grade
thought i invented the concept of fanfic at age eleven
( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° )
Voting ended onJul 8
tags: @the-aricher @the-monteverde-angel @the-birat612 @houseplant-number701 &open (sorry if anyone was tagged already i kept forgetting to do this one) (the mormonism shocked me into action)
okay idekdkjd who to tag im js gonna tag randomly u dont have to reblog but lyk itd be embarrassing if no1 did (；^ω^）(；^ω^) @humansucker @littlemilitia @usaukra @jerseyshoremassacre @whencircuitsshort @lovelyuglybrutal @cedar-slaughter @cinnnamon-star @robbie1008 @zd27 @vincian4 ieuhah ill update the list I guess...syshh
@labradoodlelove @rayneisweird @kirayoshi23 @masterofmydomain @vinceight @babymush46 @kaye7777 @livingdeadgirl730 @uncannytimecandy @sector2007 if i forgot you im really sorry but i cant remember everyone :(
Hanahaki disease is a psychosomatic illness. It's a thing that your body does in response to stress over constantly repressing/concealing your feelings in settings with high background magic. It's like you've been ignoring pain for a long time and suddenly your vision starts going dark, because your affected body is just YANKING on random alerts trying to get you to PAY ATTENTION there is a PROBLEM. Yes the flowers do really exist. So do non-magical psychosomatic symptoms. The flowers aren't special.
This does of course open up the trope to options for non-romantic concealed feelings. Which I think is great. There is something viscerally satisfying about the person who seems so outwardly chipper coughing and hacking and spitting up Depression Flowers so now everyone has to know they're hurting. Isn't there?
Personally, I also see it as psychosomatic, but for a different reason.
Obsession. Obsession doesn't have to be directed towards a person or any of the like
You can also be obsessed with a concept, a world view, etc.
Especially when you have a background filled with trauma.
I really like the idea of someone being so straight up miserable and obsessed with the idea of getting strong enough to never get hurt again, that they end up developing Hanahaki. Yes. The plants keep others away. The thorns through your spine and skin pricks those who touch you. The blood spraying from your mouth when you wheeze, keeps others away from talking to you. In a way, dying is the prize you have to pay, for your wish to be granted. You wished to never be hurt again. Only the dead cannot be hurt. You can see it as a wicked way of your body listening to you.
It can be healed, but only with a lot of therapy.
If you're obsessed with a person, or rather....the fantasy of owning and loving a person, then the problem doesn't get resolved by simply dating them. It takes months to get the sick person back from their state of delusions and manic/depressive episodes.
I already talked about this once, but it's nice to expand on that thought every once in a while.
Okay, sorry for my lack of posting of stories lately, but I've been falling in love all over again, since the last two weeks, with characters of Twst and One Piece and man...
I am NOT beating the 'middle aged men'-lover allegations.
Anyways, I'll obsessively consume their media in form of anything but the actual series, until I'll continue writing.
And write about getting terrorized by Shiryu.
Potentially stepped on, but the line between flirting and getting beat up is blurry.
Oh, also, we lost the 'The Knocker' wallpaper of my phone to him. Anyone who turns on my phone, to look at the time, will be flashed by his PERFECT face.
And then, after punching in the code, the man from the shadow, looking down at them.
I have A LOT of people I have already shipped myself with. Alot which I have most likely forgotten as well. RIP childhood fictional husbands.
The earliest crush I can remember to have had.....is actually a bit cringe.
For those who know Crash Bandicoot....it's Neo Cortex. But from the old games, naturally. Luckily, it was only a crush. But thhen again, he introduced me to a whole world of possibilities and kind of shaped my taste in fictional characters.
Scientists? Especially those. PATHETIC scientists? Yes. Pathetic scientists who continue trying despite always failing? I'll take those.
Idk when the attraction to homicidal men started, but probably because of the action movies and Marvel movies.
I've been attracted to a whole range of people, most often villains or antagonists.
Like Albert Wesker. Or Major Krauser (never Leon, surprisingly). Or Heisenberg. Or Loki. Or Doc Oc. Or Il Dottore. Or Pantalone. Or Lohen (Not an antagonist, but damn, he's close to it). Or the Electro Vanguard. Or Dire Crowley. Or Swing. Or the augmented death Silas. Or Aikanu (yeah, throw them tomatoes). Or Kizaru (Again, throw them tomatoes.) Non-antagonists:
Sanji, because he gushes over women openly and I gush over (fictional) men privately, cause I feel too watched 24/7 than to write about it on tumblr. We are both perverts.
Uhhhh.....I think Bucky Barnes, if I recall correctly.
Does Killer (One Piece) count as an antagonist?
Can you see a pattern there? I am not sure I can.
And guess what, it didn't change. At all.
Because just when I was settling into a yumeship with Swing (Twisted Wonderland), I notice that 'Hey! One Piece has new characters! And ends in the next few years, because it's in the final saga.'
And then, bam, I was introduced to a homicidal man, who is absolutely sick in the head and most likely would have joined germany during ww2. And I mean this seriously, btw. He would have. I also got introduced to Kizaru angst I wasn't prepared for.
EITHER WAY!!!
It's definitely because I have a thing for uniforms, but idk why else I like him. I'm most likely fascinated by whatever the fuck is wrong with him.
Like- man....
I like Shiryu. But only from the distance. Like...me being high up in the clouds, watching him from safety. But I think even then he'd be a menace.
hm.
big man.
menancing smile.
hat.
I'm stealing his hat, by the way, because it's honestly peak design. Do you think his hair grew a lot while in prison?
Also, consider, he could crush me. He probably wouldn't. But he could. He could fix my spine just by stepping on it. (Nerves are squeezed between the individual vertebrae, making my nerves in my right arm tingle, when I bend my neck weirdly. It's been half a year.)
But then again, pls no. Then again, stay away from me.
How tall is he again? I'm probably a third of his height, hold on
*googles*
Yeah, I'm barely above hip level. Bro is a tree I would try to climb, like a feral cat before he plucks me off his coat and throws me into the sea. Or just somewhere far away. Probably off a five story building.
You could say....I like height difference. Swapped too, btw. Back then, when I was still insecure about my height (I'm average, btw, for my country), I made some of my female characters taller then their male lovers and the 'sexual dismorphism' really didn't help. It just made me realize that it's not sexist for me to be into height difference. I'm just inheritedly mad at irl men assuming stuff about us and always having to be taller and why did nature choose to make us smaller than in the animal kingdom. Why. I know, evolutionary stuff, but if we could customize our bodies like actual avatars, you bet I would have become 1,85 m tall.
Okay, short rant about my insecurities over, let's get back to the rant about fictional men instead.
So. You know who else is getting increasingly interesting (in the normal way)? Yeah, the Blackbeard pirates. They're kinda realistic pirates and the total opposite of the Strawhats. I originally didn't like them, because....well, why shouldn't I?
But then again, considering how many people used to die in my fantasy worlds, my persona, at the very least, doesn't get to judge. And considering what kind of atrocities she commited after realizing that everything is just a lucid dream. It's probably because we have bias.
Watching the 'Nightmare before Christmas 2' event, with Swing: a live commentary part 1
And wheeeeeew, boyyyyy....
Swing seriously looked at the townspeople and went 'I want that one'.
And he kicked my boy Deuce. Look, Swing's interesting, he's funky, really, but actually....why'd you kick my dearest boy? You could have kicked Grim, but Deuce?
Nah, I'd be squaring up. Granted, I would loose and my persona would just let her dimensional bag swallow him, to avoid dealing with him, but still!
*Metaphorically punching that guy*
And Grim..actually, he's kinda okay up until now. Until he went 'Nah, you actually helped us before, but I still value my own life more than to help you.' Just don't die then??/ns
Selfish, selfish...I can understand when the others say that, but Grim? No loyalty in this house. The little loyalty that actually is in NRC, is mostly assigned to Sebek, Silver and Jack. Perhaps Jamil as well, reluctantly.
And in the first version, he was annoying as well....why am I so annoyed by Grim? He's a toddler most of the time, there is a REASON, why Crowley told us to teach him how to live in a human society. To be born with that much of an ego, tho...gimme some of that, kid.
Edit:
Oogie Boogie looks way tamer in the game. Seeing him say 'Yoo, brother'. is actually an experience. I'm just gonna assume that he and Swing did some cringy teen bro handshake. They're real for that one, real for that one. Keep your cringy handshakes, audience, there are people who never had that and the lack of it is showing.
'If only he were gone, then I'd be the true king of Halloween!' Alr bro. Sounds like a gacha mmv title to me.
*Swing arrives*
*And so does his pocket-sized band of insects/worms playing jazz*
Swing's just out there roasting everyone. Yes, that is very much....how much do we wanna bet that he would have been a student of NRC, if it had been established sooner?
And Oogie Boogie not even being suspicious of him, he sees a potential ally and is like 'Yas, bestest friends, tell me more.' Are...are you perhaps lonely? No, you definitely are, definitely. You need some friends, some freaks.
Hijack all the holidays? Let me tell you about a certain religion/cult, which doesn't even have one holiday and views everything as satanic- wait hold on, you have to hijack all the school holidays as well....just hijack time atp, man.
Okay, Swing's yapping and explaining his evil plan and I'm staring at his face, because where did he get the time to do his eyelashes. I don't think he wears make up, actually, those eye shadows are completely natural and you CANNOT change my mind.
Either way, wanna talk about your past, which most likely shaped you to be like this?
'Splitting into two groups? Now, which one should I play with?' *flips coin* Ah yes....decision making skills.
Mf, you are like two-face. Which means that this coin is probably also worth a lot to you, or else you wouldn't have pulled this move.
Getting pulled into the christmas door...GRIM; STOP CLINGING TO ME ALL THE TIME, YOU IDIOT! I won't help you, I helped often enough! (<- this creator is lazy af)
Deuce slipped and fell into the snow.
'Hah! Even your hat is covered in snow. So lame!'
....
*pushes Grim face first into the snow* Look, who's lame now.
Grim zoomed off again. Typical.
Grim got bonked in the head. Deserved. Nvm, he zoomed against the signboard. Still deserved.
Why isn't Yuu wo/mansplaining about Christmas already? Did we hit our head?
Nvm, we finally started with it.
Grim is at it again, stop calling yourself my boss, you aren't even paying me, which means I am unemployyyyy---.....do we want to make the boss and employee relationship official on this paper? (<- I can sue the hell out of his ass later on, because he doesn't pay us.)
Okay, so Swing is a threat to society. And he acts AND looks like he hasn't taken a shower in five...........................decades.
I still love him. Our homeless man. Come live at Ramshackle and terrorize Grim.
Alr, I got bored, may be doing more of the commentary at a later time.
