#collabs!

DID A COLLAB WITH THE AWESOME @kunoichis-stuff !!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH LOOK AT THEM!!! THEY’RE BESTIESSSSSSSSS TYSM FOR DOING A COLLAB WITH ME THIS WAS SO FUN!!! ＼(^^)／

Just adding onto this thread... With an... Idea that...

Oh shit, Kris!

RUN BUDDY!!!!!

a reupload of the masterlist from my old blog for my collab!!

the theme: use a quote or scenario from your favorite meme, vine/tiktok, movie, or tv show to build a fic! examples below (you can use these as prompts if you want too!!):

— bella, where the hell have you been loca? (twilight): a reunion fic

— look at your dad, hes such a dork, keeping bees (rick and morty): dilf fuckery

— darling, this is chamomile tea (the most iconic 2chainz quote): messed up your order at a coffee shop

— gaga, i got your milkies! (tiktok) : self explanatory

the rules:

— this is an OPEN collab! anyone can participate, just shoot me (@thegetoufather) an ask or dm! when you send me your request, if you could send me a link to the meme of inspiration that would be great, if not, no worries!

— works can be sfw or nsfw (YOU MUST BE 18+ to WRITE NSFW, all characters involved must be aged up to 20+). crack fics are highly encouraged!! because i want these fics to be relatively light hearted/funny, no dark content please (dark humor is allowed!) please specify what you’ll be writing when you send in your request!

— the inspiration for your fic does not have to be the title of it!

— if you have any other questions, don’t hesitate to send an ask!

— accepted fandoms: attack on titan, my hero academia, haikyuu, jujustu kaisen, tokyo revengers

— characters are allowed to be repeated three times! memes and quotes can NOT be repeated! everything will be assigned first come, first serve.

— minimum word count is 500!

— if you have any other questions, please don’t hesitate to send an ask!

DEADLINE: OPEN INFINTELY!

Mystery! Character x Fem! Reader

Another collab with the lovely @decayz ! If you haven't checked out their work yet then you really should cause it's ✨amazing✨. Read their part here

Unlike last time, this collab was based off a dream I had lol.

Tw: blood, tiny spaces, implied death, reader death, anonymous lover

***

A never ending song. Hands on the silver instrument, she controlled her breathing. Lips pursed as she gently blew into the hole, fingers dancing across the keys as the notes sang out.

Another dream, and another lie. She knew how it went. He would come to her every night with a silent demand to play.

And play she did.

Sitting on the wrought-iron stool, black lace pooled at her bare feet. The room was dim, save for one light hanging from a beaded chain right above her.

Trails of metallic red blood dragged across her skin, faster each time a drop spilled from the rose in her hair, on beat with the music.

Why was she here?

She could never remember. Could never bother to ask.

That was the golden rule; don’t speak, just play.

Something in her told her, told her everyday, to stop playing. End the song. Be done with it.

But why would she?

Tilting the flute against her lips, she pressed two fingers down, lifting the rest up and blew hard, the shrill sound slurring into a slow hum as she switched notes again.

Eyes were on her, she knew that much as least. And as a performer….well, she couldn’t say no to a show.

Jaw beginning to ache, she slowed the pace of the song. It was at this point that she’d always wake up from the nightmare, so she could afford to relax.

Goosebumps rose on her skin, the defense mechanism once used to ward off predators and make her ancestors appear gigantic long dysfunctional now.

Another hard note; she hit the key too hard and a yellow foam pad fell down.

Saliva pooling in her mouth began to drip down her chin. She paused for a whole note- four beats- to swallow and take a breath.

It calmed her, made her feel like she was doing something meanwhile; playing the flute for an unknown audience, being taken away from the harsh reality of being a poor nobody.

***

***

“Won’t you show me your being?”

“You haven’t earned it.”

“But you touch me.”

“And I’ve earned it.”

***

“What’s your name?”

“You can’t know.”

“But you know mine.”

“I already know everything about you, love.”

***

“I want to rest. I don’t want to l-”

“The decision is not yours to make.”

***

It was perhaps two months ago when this had started.

“Play for me.”

Immediately, her eyes opened. A man’s voice, the sensation of it like drowning; cold, sharp, and as if it filled her with a rush. Grabbing at her throat, she sat up fast, eyes wide.

But there was no one there, just her.

“...A dream…?”

“Not a dream, love. Play for me.”

And with that, the voice pulled her back, slamming her through the bed into a black room.

Her feet moved on their own, spinning round and round before seating her in a chair.

“Y/n L/n, from here on out, you will come and play for me every night, without question, until this rose-” a rose sprung into her hair, white as snow-”stops bleeding.”

“What happens when it stops bleeding?”

“I will have lost my entertainment.”

“Entertainment?”

A snap of fingers, and a silver flute was in her hands, the weight comfortable in her hands.

“You play, don’t you?”

“Well, yes but-”

“Then play for me.”

***

Lowering the flute, Y/n took a deep breath, and for the first time…

She stopped. Stood up, and placed her flute down.

Eyes were on her once again, she knew, but she didn’t care. Reaching up, she waved her hand around to get a feel of where the beaded string that would grant her light, but it was gone.

Something warm spread down her back, head getting heavier, the flower getting heavier.

For the first time in the dream, she had gained physical contact with the man, hands gripping her waist pulling her down, a scream had torn through her throat.

Tearing through the dress cold air hit her skin and somewhere the flute was playing again.

"Don't stop playing. I will have lost my entertainment. "

Did he mean death? Was this what waited her as the hands bruised her skin with his grip?

Her feet sunk through the ground, the blood that was dripping from the flower from earlier had flooded the place, and her muscles felt weak.

Was it my blood?

All at once the lights turned on, and she was no longer in the dark room but her bed. In her own clothes.

But this time, underneath the man, who looked down and smiled.

"You may have woken up but you will still play for me."

Aw boiiiiii you know me and my symbolism and motifs and shit. I love that stuff, like almost too much. And my absolute favorite and dammit I’m not even 100% sure which of us came up with this*, but my favorite bit is the tea, which is this ongoing motif through all of the only life you could save, but it’s most significant in The Truth or Something Beautiful. 

In that one, the question of what tea do they drink turns into a turning point in Taako and Lucretia’s relationship, of how they understand each other, and I love how that makes for such a multilayered moment between them. Especially with how that echoes the tea at the beginning of Find the One Safe Way, when they’re still so far apart. Then I get to bring it back in the Burnsides Island vacation fic, which I’m very much looking forward to finishing, probably after [redacted] is done. (for everybody else, yes, there’s a bit about it in the Kalen-hunting fic too.)

Beverage symbolism is such a delightful thing. (Similarly: Lucretia and Barry drinking coffee together in Aftershock, the mixed drinks in The Truth or Something Beautiful and in Friends for Life, and all the different coffee/tea choices in Of All the Coffee Shops In All the World.) Thinking about who drinks what and why, whether other people remember those choices, what it says about them: it’s very good.