I will be honest with ya’ll. I am not a Tsukasa girlie. My boyfriend adores him, but I’m kinda meh about the man. That being said, I hope this is fun, and satisfies your request! Sorry that it’s not a full on scenario, but I hope they spark your own creativity at least? Or are at least fun to read.
Funfact, I imagine that Tsukasa’s a big ol’ virgin lmao. Mostly because while his popularity surely made him a favorite of the women or men in his fanbase, he strikes me as pretty goal-focused. No time for romance and sex when you’re fighting to pay your sister’s medical bills.
So, him with a fellow virgin would...be a bit awkward.
He doesn’t know what to do right off the bat, he doesn’t have a well of social skills to fall back on, and if you also don’t have those, it’s gonna be a bit of a mess.
Male or female, that doesn’t matter. Two virgins having their first time is bound to be kinda awkward.
That being said, it’d still be a romantic attempt.
Tsukasa might not know exactly how to make a sexual encounter totally satisfying and hot, but he can do his best.
Candles, chocolates, consent at every step, whatever foreplay he could do, he’d try it all.
He’d sure to be slow and careful as well, especially since he’s as strong as he is, and most people just...aren’t to that level.
So, he’s very gentle, slow, and measured in his first time. Especially for the sake of his lover.
In general, Tsukasa would be a very loving, romantic partner with a virgin. Both to make sure that he doesn’t accidentally hurt or scare them, but also to try and ease himself into something he’s not familiar with.
That goes for even if he’s not a virgin when he has a lover who is.
Virgin or not, Tsukasa’s a conscientious lover. He’s still very, very strong compared to the average person, so he’s very mindful of that fact.
Do the twins know who are their fathers? Can we get more of twins lore?
And importantly do they wish to meet their fathers?
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The twins found out who their dads were when they were around five years old. They were born in Reader’s world and were glamoured for almost that whole time. They only returned to the lmk/jttw world because of an incident.
Once in the new world with so many people who were so different and unique they asked their mother about why they didn’t know their dads. At first she wasn’t sure what she should tell them but eventually gave in and told them the story about how her and the monkey duo met. Sparing certain details of course.
They are both in awe that they are the children of TWO Celestial Primates and think it’s cool… at first. Then it brings up how their mom separated from them. So they ask… and their mother explains as best she can.
They know that their dads courtnapped her but they also know that she still loves them. They don’t know why she still does, so Tao gets really curious. Bao on the other hand doesn’t want to know the people who took so much from their mother.
Tao is far more reckless and outgoing than his brother and wants to meet their dads, for the reason that they are family and his mother loves them. They can’t be the worst people if she still loves them and she tells them not to hate them so they have to be somewhat kind… right?
Bao on the other hand doesn’t care about his dads as much he sees the pain in his mother’s eyes when she talks about them and he sees how much she works to take care of him and his brother. He doesn’t want to meet his dads… and he doesn’t until he turns 25 and ends up decking Wukong straight across the face and into a mountain.
Needless to say but his dad did NOT expect to find out he had two other sons than MK in the middle of such a devastating time. And to find out his wife raised the two by herself and so well, he is in awe at his children. Even when he has to fight one.
“WHAT DO WE DO!?” MK shouts in shock, his eyes wide with fear at the sight of Bao fighting his dad.
“Meh… as long as mom doesn’t find out we’re good!” Tao gave a thumbs-up and Mk gawked at his nonchalance.
Should I make my marauders fic end badly/depressing or not?
I love Angst you should definitely do it
I Think it'd be nice
We have enough depressing fics so yes
We have enough depressing fics so no
Sure Why The Hell Not?
I prefer no
Why Would you want that my heart can't take any more Angst!
Voting ended onDec 21, 2024
So background info is that I have an outline for a story and though I'm not sure how long it'll be I do know it'll be at least over 50 chapters. I'm just stuck on if I should make it be a tragedy or full of angst with a happy ending
how do you think Melody adapts to being alive again after being dead for so long
That's a great question! One that I really do need to start thinking about T-T
It will obviously affect her in all kind of aspects. It obviously applies to factors inside the holistic wellness circle.
But, well, here's what I think:
I suppose that when one is dead, the world dulls, becomes just a whisper of what the real word entails. Now, sound cuts sharper. Light gleams like blades. Touch is violent in its immediacy. Everything that used to pass through her now crashes into skin—into tissue, pulse, breath. Noise, traffic, pollution—modern overstimulation can feel hostile.
This body she wears can bruise. Can hunger. Can overheat, shiver, spasm. It smells like sweat, bleeds when scraped, aches in places she forgot she had. Sometimes she stares at her hands like they’ve been given to her by mistake—sinew and nail and warmth. It has needs again. Melody can feel too grounded or not grounded at all.
Breathing is the worst. Like drowning in reverse. The air comes in, but it shoves. Her chest rises—alien—and she panics, because it feels like too much. Because it is too much. And sometimes she forgets to breathe entirely. Stillness is easier. Stillness makes sense.
Being touched feels like violence. Skin on skin is exposure she’s no longer used to, no longer built for. People reach for her—well-meaning, warm—and she flinches. Their fingers don’t go through her anymore. They stop. They press. They stay.
They feel.
Melody wants to scrub it all off. Sometimes she does—fingernails scraping across her arms until it leaves raw pink trails. Just to see something other than clean, ghostless skin. Just to prove she’s here.
She revisits places she used to know—only to find them gone. Transformed. Forgotten by everything but her. Maybe the tree she swung from as a girl is a Starbucks now. Maybe she can still feel its roots under the tile.
Everything has changed, except her memory.
She may try not to think about the impermanence. But every time she breathes, she wonders: How long do I get?
Is this a lease on life? A trick of light? A cruel extension?
And then—more questions. Brutal, practical ones. She has no social security number. No bank account. No job history. She can’t even open a credit card. She has no place in the world, only in the Spenglers' spare bedroom.
Melody tries to give back. Overcompensates. Scrubs dishes until they squeak, rearranges the cabinets, flinches at offers of help. Gratitude turns to guilt like breath to fog.
There is no blueprint for this.
If people knew—if the world really knew—she'd be a sermon or a scandal. A miracle with paperwork problems. A heresy wearing thrifted jeans.
And then there are the feelings. Raw and reckless and alive. Joy. Jealousy. Shame. Love. Things she’d watched from a distance, dim and half-imagined. Now they punch through her ribs like fists. Loud. Unignorable.
Grief returns, too. With new teeth.
She’d forgotten how much it hurt to love people who kept moving while you were still. Forgotten the taste of loneliness when it comes from being left behind after you've come back.
This is what being alive might mean. Waking up in a body that isn’t yours yet. Learning how to stay.
Anyways, so sorry for the bible, but that's pretty much all I can think of T-T
And thanks for the ask once again! I hadn't taken the time to think that through so your ask helped ^^
Finding out that ao3 fics are being used by AI scrapers to train AI for writing fucking ruined my day. I am already a victim of AI usage in my academic space (unfortunately as I am a History major) and now I must contend and fight AI in my comfort space too? Like no shit Sherlock I will but this makes me incredibly sad and outraged.
We are reducing human agency in terms of creativity and writing. Eventually it will and already is getting to a point that we will be unable to think for ourself and AI would've truly won and taken over our minds. I know deep down we can't fully stop change from happening anyway but I refuse AI for creative endeavors(like art and writing ofc) and in academics at the very least 😓
I have tagged all my fics that only registered users can comment. Any advice on what else I could do to prevent my fics from being scraped?
(This killed my motivation to write my sherliam fic today too.. ugh.)
ive been on a years long journey to become a duke thomas expert and write an insanely stylized, documentary-style fic filmed by duke delving into his personal growth, relationships with his family and the city, the way he views heros both pre-and-post becoming signal, his fear of death and lack of fear of death, his isolation and reckless streak, the other WAR robins and their changing and growing relationships, etc. in my head the fic is called ‘fear of heights’ but in the fic, his documentary is called “I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID OF HEIGHTS”, all caps, very important.
one day i will actually even write it, maybe. that or finish my jason-duke zombie apocalypse wip that i havent touched in 6 months.
8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…
so many, tbh. kiss your knuckles but jason is in grad school now negotiating the semi-estranged dynamics of his family on top of his friends and life moving in new directions. born fighter with an overarching plot and possibly jason-joins-batfam-late trope. bad praxis sequel is 80% finished probably up in the next 2 weeks, get hyped. and ive been meaning to continue so you killed the joker with more immortal jason shenanigans, but i need to chew on the plot for a while longer, i guess.
one day maybe these will all happen but i am Booked and Busy for the next like 3 years, so maybe not!
