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anonymous asked:

i desperately need more jihope fics to read do you have any recs?

[UPDATED - SEP 2017] 

Here is a combination of every genre and rating since I don’t know your preference. 99% of these don’t have sad endings b/c I cant cope with that. Majority of these stories are also completed so I bet there are tons of amazing ongoing stories that I havent included. Enjoy! (everything italicized is new on the list)

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dc heroes highschool au

so i was thinking about this and its my new baby but its really long so im putting part of it under a read more

  • the school is called justice academy and the school colors are blue, white and gold
  • theres a martial arts class at their school that bruce teaches bc he’s lonely and we all know he doesn’t have a real job
  • clark is the lunch lady who reminds kids to eat their vegetables
  • everything made in the caf is grown in the school garden that he has and he shames kids into not picking the unhealthy foods
  • bruce is smashing the lunch lady aka clark n he thinks no one knows but really the whole school gossips about how rich dude/part time gym teacher bruce wayne is banging sweet lunch lady clark
  • also clark and lois have an open marriage so they don’t have to hide their relationship but bruce is like……..yeah but i don’t want ppl to know i’m dating someone who says y'all’d’ve'st
  • Kon HATES it bc he and tim are also dating
  • diana is the wrestling coach and everyone marvels at how good she is except donna and cassie (bc thats donnas mom and cassie’s aunt and she  loves to embarrass them) n she’s known for having a rivalry with her the arkham academy coach, barbara minerva, aka her ex girlfriend
  • also diana is an ancient/world history teacher teaching history as it happened
  • Diana during the first day of class: The common theme in world history is that White Men Ruin Everything 

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corosays  asked:

hello! I'm really glad to find your blog because it helps me a lot to get through many things for my future project! I also wanna know if you maybe can help me, bcs the world of my project is just like our own Earth, but there are monsters and people who can control elements like air, fire, etc. I'm still confused on how to make the world seems realistic and relatable to the readers, I wonder if you can help me? and I'm not a native English speaker, sorry if there is any mistake. thank you!

Hello, love!  Your English is great 👍  And thank you for following!

That sounds like a really cool universe :)  I strongly relate to your struggle with relatability – I tend to make my worlds complex and a bit inaccessible to readers.  And that’s the kind of problem that, when you look at it as a whole, feels pretty overwhelming.  That’s why I break it down into three different areas…

The Three C’s of Relatable Stories

In general, there are three big parts of your story that you’ll need your characters to understand and, on some level, relate to.  While your fictional universe should be unique and different from our real world – especially the more removed it is from real-life science and society – there should be a few common threads that your readers can see and think, “Oh, that’s just like real life!”  Examine your story in the following three areas:

1. Culture

This is the topic I’ll discuss most, so I put it first.  Your story’s culture is, for some readers (including myself), one of the most immersive and exciting aspects of your fictional universe.  Everything that creates your society – architecture, art, history, education, food, fashion, sports, politics, religion, medicine, community, major moral beliefs and conflicts – will shape how your readers experience your story.  Interesting fictional culture also promotes fanfiction, cosplay, and strong fandom ties that enable you to write sequels/spin-offs (J.K. Rowling is living off how strong her fictional culture was).

Because we want our cultures to be so unique and entertaining, though, many writers make the mistake of creating cultures too exotic or fantastical to reach readers.  But there are certain “human” parts of culture that reappear no matter what universe you’re in, so make sure your story has at least a few of the following:

  • Games.  Even wild animals, who have nothing to do with our society, play games with each other in real life – so unless fun and games are strictly outlawed in your universe, you should probably have some.  Games aren’t necessarily going to mirror ours; after all, we have board games, card games, video games, arcade games, sports games, drinking games, and games that don’t require supplies (guessing games, tag, hide-and-seek, charades, I-Spy etc.).  Different games are more appropriate for different ages – some are associated with certain genders, certain events, or certain environments.  Develop some of your own games, and maybe use some that mimic real games (with different names, of course).
  • Food.  Food isn’t just something we eat – it’s a culture.  Food culture = answering questions like:

Where do people of [lower/middle/upper] classes eat?

What sort of events are tied to food? (e.g. Thanksgiving, harvest festivals, etc.)

Are there special foods or meals for special occasions?

What do children eat in schools?

How difficult is it to get organic ingredients?

What is weight culture like?  In other words, are people viewed as more healthy when they eat more/less?  What figure is considered normal or attractive?  Do people diet?

  • Sports.  No matter where you live on planet earth, there’s generally some kind of sports culture – some sports are more dominant in some places than others (think about the U.S.’s relationship to soccer vs. everywhere else).  Some cultures use sports as a social activity for their kids, while others cultivate serious sports practice from childhood.  Certain sports are environmentally more relevant to certain places (which is why Canadians are so damn good at the winter Olympics).  Some sports are more violent than others – and each one has certain values: strength, speed, stamina, reflexes, agility, artistry, precision, rhythm, teamwork, or strategy.  Assess your fictional region’s values and develop sports culture that mirror said values.
  • Politics.  Every type of government comes with its own benefits, challenges, and conflicts.  Issues of allocating funds, handling corruption, checks and balances, legal rulings, outdated laws, controversial leaders, foreign relations, taxes, inequality, nature conservation, church vs. state, overpopulation – many of these problems will likely exist in your universe, in some form or another.  Pick and choose what political conflicts you’ll share with readers, and think about how they relate to and reflect in your fictional society.
  • Theology.  Decide on the majority worldview/s (theism, deism, naturalism, nihilism, pantheism, new age, post-modernism, etc. – although these worldviews shouldn’t be mentioned by name in your work) of your universe.  Read about these worldviews and how they shape society’s morals, legal system, government, interpersonal relationships, parenting, and environmentalism.  Create characters who align with the majority, and characters who contrast with the majority – thus creating conflicts that are very familiar to us.  This doesn’t mean your story has to become a religious or political commentary, of course!  But these belief systems have effects on every aspect of life, including life-or-death situations, romantic entanglements, and day-to-day affairs like work, money, and school.

2. Characters

Arguably the most important aspect of relatability, your characters are the driving force of empathy and comfort for your readers.  Although your characters will have some level of difference from real people (especially if your genre is fantasy/supernatural), there are a few common things that your characters should more than likely have:

  • Desires.  Everyone everywhere has desires, both attainable and unattainable, that drive them through every action.  There are large-scale desires – dream colleges, dream jobs, dream power, dream relationships – and small-scale desires – to help someone through a hard time, to make money, to eat right, to be a patient person – and even unknown desires – answers, fulfillment, guidance, the “right thing”, passion – all of which will exist in each character simultaneously.  Decide what your character wants, and you’ve already got multiple platforms for relatability.
  • Weaknesses.  Where there are desires, there are weaknesses that get in the way of those desires – and that’s usually the best way to find them.  What gets in the way of what they want?  Look at the Seven Deadly Sins; look at your own flaws, and the flaws that annoy you the most in others, and the flaws you don’t mind in others.  If your character, for example, wants to become famous on Broadway… what makes it a challenge?  Does she have social anxiety?  Is she impatient?  Does she struggle with her responsibilities?  Does she struggle with internalized discrimination?  What makes her dream personally, circumstantially, or socially unattainable?
  • Self-image.  So they’ve got their desires, and the weaknesses that keep them from those desires, so the real question is: how do they see themselves?  Do they focus on their failures or their successes?  Do they see their dreams as attainable or impossible?  Do they make steps to better themselves or do they feel comfortable with who they are now?  Do they absorb other people’s opinions of them, or reject those opinions?  Self-image is almost more relevant to a character’s story than their actual image, because this directs a lot of how they behave, how they struggle, and most importantly, how they narrate their own story.
  • Sins.  Bad habits, conscious choices, past sins – the sins they don’t even know are sins – these things are the ultimate stuff of relatability.  When someone reads your book and sees a character who shares their struggles, they won’t put the book down.  Don’t be afraid to let your character do bad things.  Don’t try to make them lovable angelic cinnamon rolls who do no harm.  Let them do things that make your readers cringe because damn it, she’s yelling at the people she loves again – stop pushing them away!  This will keep readers involved and allow them to feel your character’s failures as if they were their own.
  • Humor.  Everybody’s got a sense of humor – even those dumbass middle school boys who joke about sexual experiences they’ve never had.  Everyone has their own type of humor based on the kind of people they live with and the TV shows they watch and the experiences they’ve had.  Writing humor, however, can feel less natural – because there’s this pressure to make everybody laugh.  Don’t worry about that.  Just give your characters their own senses of humor, and someone will find it relatable.
  • Love.  Even villains have love to give.  Every person, and therefore every character – from every background and every trauma and every bad relationship and bad childhood – has love in their heart, as cheesy as that sounds.  They have love they want to give to people (sometimes a particular person) and love they want to receive, and different methods of expressing their love (see: The Five Love Languages) to others.  They have love for themselves, too, and conditions on which they’ll treat themselves with love.  Determine their potential for loving themselves, for loving others – both platonically and romantically – and for unconditional love.  Then allow this to grow over the course of the story, and you’ll have a character arc everyone can appreciate.

3. Conflict

Here is a post I’ve written discussing 4/5 of the main types of conflict, which are:

  • Man vs. Man
  • Man vs. Nature
  • Man vs. Society
  • Man vs. Self
  • Man vs. Technology/Supernatural

The reason these categories of conflict are so popular is because they’re the same conflicts we face in day-to-day life.  The fight over territory with your roommate = Man vs. Man.  Trying to find your car in the rain = Man vs. Nature.  Making the same New Year’s resolution for the third year in a row = Man vs. Self.  So identify these conflicts in your story, both large-scale and small-scale.  Both are important, but the personal conflicts – the ones that most affect your characters, like their resolutions or their roommate, or the killer beast that’s trying to eat them or the A.I. that’s taken control of their spaceship – will give your story stakes that, on their basest level, your readers will understand.

That’s my only real advice for you, since this is something I also struggle to manage – but I hope some of this makes sense for you and your story.  If you have any further questions, hit me up and I’ll try to get back to you way sooner.  Good luck!

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

alright, alright…I guess I’ll share my completely unsolicitied voltron/a:tla headcanons ((please feel free to add on to this if you want I would love it so much))

it’s long and detailed so I’ll spare your dash (I say to my four followers) and put it under the cut

BUT!!!! if you skip to the end there’s ember island stuff and I know u wanna see that so

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Breaking... Ch.3

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: So this chapted is short and kinda boring, sorry about that. I’m mostly using it as set up for the rest of plot. Also I will warn y’all now, time jumps will be a thing, not in this chapter but in the next one. I hope you guys enjoy even if its terrible <3 Tags: @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @literally-melonkitty @deltablue202 @renae-writes

I had to re-add the tags sorry guys ;-;

Word count: 2081

Warnings: Vomit, Shakespeare (very important sorry), curing is ineivtable for me.

Breaking Boundaries

As the three of you entered into the study you instantly felt the air change. Alexander and Philip were both being oddly quiet. They both walked past you, Alexander sat down at his desk and Philip stood beside him while you were standing in the center of the room. You shot them an inquisitive look, Alexander’s eyes seemed to be searching yours for an answer to some unspoken question. Philip seemed to be debating with himself about something.

“Is something wrong?” You finally asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. Alexander sighed.

“Miss Y/N, your story is not something that anyone with honor should take lightly. I practiced law, I practically perfected it. As a lawyer I would suggest you stand trial against this ‘suitor’ so that he can be put through the proper punishment for his crimes.” His face was serious but not cold. Philip moved around the desk.

“Father’s right, you can stay with us as long as you’d like but it might be wise to find him.” Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Last time I had this talk with anyone I agreed. But… I can’t agree to this, in this time there is no guy to put away. I wish I had a name to give them, they really look like they want to help.

“I’m sorry but I can’t give you a name. If he finds out that I’ve been conspiring against him, it will not end well. I appreciate how much you want to help me; I really do, but this isn’t something that I can disclose just yet.” I won’t be here long anyways, or hopefully I guess. Philip stepped up to you, his eyes were filled with sorrow, he was sorry on your behalf.

“If you cannot tell us his name then at least give us your last name so that we may be on the lookout for anyone speaking of you.” He said with care. I don’t want to make this any more complicated than what it has to be, but they just want to help me so much… Okay, I’ve already told Rachel my real last name but if I give them a fake one right now I can give her a reason not to tell them. Generic name, what’s a generic name I can say? Philip stared down at you with a pleading expression against his artful features.

“Fine… Taylor, Y/N Taylor.” Was that even a common name during this era?

“Taylor? I do not know of any person who goes by that name…” Alexander was a genius; I have to be careful!

“My family is from England but I was born here, my father immigrated here and began his career in North Carolina, most of our wealth came from before my parents settled here.” Was that convincing? Please tell me it was. Alexander nodded along, he didn’t seem satisfied with how the conversation turned but he was understanding.

“Very well, but just remember this Miss Y/N, you are welcome here. As an orphan myself, I have a tender spot in my heart for those who have come from that background. If you ever change your mind and you wish to take my advice, do not hesitate to ask.” He gave you a warm smile but Philip still didn’t look pleased. He forced on a smile, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“Would you like to sit down?” Your eyes softened. Is he disappointed in me or something?

“Yes, I would actually.” You chuckled tiredly and Philip followed you to the couch you were previously sitting at, your book still lying on the cushions. Quickly picking it up, you eagerly flipped to the page you left off on.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream? One of Shakespeare’s lesser appreciated works on page.” Philip said as he sat down beside you, Alexander perked his head up.

“Ah, an intriguing choice, I do not see many choosing to read that, most people favor Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet or my own personal choice, Macbeth.” Alexander stated while simultaneously asking you as to why you chose that.

“I enjoy the complexity of it. Shakespeare has a bit of a habit to making simple stories seem complex. Romeo and Juliet for example, it’s a beautiful story but it isn’t difficult to summarize. Romeo and Juliet, not meant to fall in love, their fear to tell the truth causes the deaths of two of their closest compatriots and their own deaths. But this story takes those same ideas and truly makes them complex. The anguish and history between all the characters makes the ending more interesting…” You realized you were rambling. Damn you Shakespeare for instilling my need to dissect everything! Alexander nodded along in agreement. Philip simply stared at you in awe, a familiar smile dancing on his lips.

“You have quite the mind Miss Y/N! I must say, your character reminds me very much of Titania, very tactful and… forthright seems to be the right word.” Alexander chuckled to himself.

“Really? I’ve always seen myself more as Helena.” You retorted. Alexander looked oddly surprised by the statement.

“I would be inclined to agree with Father, if Titania were to not have fallen in love with Oberon and Theseus. Her feelings for them always confused me about her character.” Philip said with thought.

“Right? How did such a strong woman fall for such horrible people?” It was rare for you to find someone who understood your ideas on literature. Most people think I’m weird when I talk about how much I love Shakespeare…

“Everyone has their flaws I suppose, hers seemed to be a poor taste in men.” Philip shrugged.

“Well, then I suppose it’s good that I don’t have that flaw right?” He quickly caught on to your subtle jab about his flirting earlier. His eyes were wide as you started to laugh at your own joke.

“Miss Y/N, I’m sure I do not know what you mean by that statement. I am the model gentleman and I will not stand for such accusations!” Philip responded with playful offence.

“How dare you, sir! Are you trying to insinuate something?” You made out between bursts of laughter. Alexander chuckled lightly at the two you, happy tears rolling down both of your cheeks. He looked outside and quickly stood up, getting yours and Philip’s attention.

“It’s getting late; Philip don’t you have work to do?” Alexander asked while putting his glasses down onto the table. Philip sighed and stood up.

“It isn’t that late Father, besides Y/N’s room may not be finished yet.” Philip gave an exaggerated hand motion towards you.

“No, no it’s fine! I don’t want to distract you from schoolwork or anything!” You hopped up off the couch and put the book back on the shelf where you found it. Philip followed you over to the door.

“Thanks for letting me use your study Alex.” You called out before leaving the room. Alex was too surprised by the name to call back out.  Philip followed you out until you both made your way back to the main hall.

“I wish we could converse longer but Father is right, I must retire to my chambers for work. I…enjoyed your company today, that means I look forward to tomorrow as well.” Philip said with a sly smile.

“If you can handle my strong opinions on literature, music and society in general then I look forward to tomorrow as well.”  You responded with a chuckle. You both said goodnight to each other, soon after Rachel found you and told you that your room was ready.

           That night you were given a room in the serving quarters, next to Rachel’s room. She gave you a night dress and laid in the shockingly soft bed, your thoughts swirling. Maybe this is all a bad dream. Maybe not a bad dream per say but a dream nonetheless. If I fall asleep, I’ll wake up in my own bed in my own apartment and in my own modern time period. Just close your eyes Y/N. You didn’t realize that you were tired until that thought faded away and left you in the darkness of your subconscious. You saw something in the darkness, a small light, a blue light. Light is usually linked to the idea of heat and safety but for some reason this one didn’t. It was cold and foreboding, you didn’t like it. The light came closer and as it began to engulf your body, you heard a sound, something wooden slamming against something else and then your own voice.

“Excuse me!”

           When you opened your eyes again you were still in the bed, still wearing the slightly scratchy gown, breaking out in a cold sweat. What the hell was that? That was…suffocating. Whatever… Everything happening right now is weird, just something new to add to the list I guess. You stretched out, got up and attempted to put back on the clothes that were given to you. Attempted being the operative word, you had to ask Rachel for help with tying the back. After that the both of you made your way down the halls.

“The first thing we will do today is check on Mrs. Hamilton, that’s the first thing we do every day actually.” She spoke with glee.

“Nice, so what exactly are-“ You were interrupted by a sound that made you feel squeamish. Coming from a room a few feet ahead of us. Rachel immediately ran for the door, you followed close behind. Busting into the room you both soon saw a disheveled Eliza, hunched over on the floor by her bed. Her face was half inside a wooden bucket, making noises that was a mixture of gurgling and gagging. Rachel made her way to her, pulled her hair back and patted her shoulder comfortingly. Eliza continued to vomit into the bucket for some time before she was finally given a chance to steady herself. You sat down beside her and looked her worriedly.

“Are you alright Eliza? Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? Rachel, should we go find a doctor?” You started to rattle off questions as the possibilities grew. Eliza shook her head, her eyes glassy as Rachel wiped the sweat off her brow.

“No, no Dear, I am perfectly fine. I am merely expecting!” She said weakly. Wait, expecting? Oh my god…

“You’re pregnant? That’s why your dress was… Eliza you are incredible!” You smiled at her happily, she looked confused for a moment.

“Incredible? I would not say that, although I am excited for this child.” She responded. This woman is the best person to ever exist. Not only is she the closest thing the United States ever had to royalty but she also deserved that shit! On top of everything she manages to have children and still be the best? Role Model of the year!

“Y/N, could you give me a hand with Mrs. Hamilton? I understand if you do not wish to clean out the bucket but if you could help her dress I would be very appreciative.” Rachel said as she helped Eliza to sit on her bed.

“I can clean the bucket, I don’t mind.”

“Truly? Thank you very much.” She picked up the bucket by the sides and handed it to you. “Take this outside to the garden, you will find a watering pump to clean it out.” She instructed you. You nodded and made your way down the hallways and out the back door in the kitchen. The garden was very beautiful, most of the plants seemed to be placed at random and yet it was still visually pleasing. No wonder Eliza likes it out here. You found the pump and quickly cleaned the bucket. Poor Eliza, pregnancy is rough. Once the bucket seemed clean you made your way back inside, intending on going back to Rachel and Eliza. Instead you stopped when you heard the sound of hooves and carriage wheels. Stepping inside the main room, the front door burst open and you were greeted with the site of an oddly distressed Alex. He mumbled something under his breath but stayed almost completely still, looking like the apocalypse had just begun.

“Alex? Are you alright? Did something happen?” You asked with concern. He looked over at you as you walked over to him, his voice was low and exasperated.

“John Adams just withdrew my seat in office.” He said with panic.

John Fat Motherfucking Adams!

Encore (2/5)

An accident.

After everything, it’s an accident.

It’s an accident that he dies.

A day like any other, special only in its peaceful sameness. Yuzu had always insisted that he keep the kitchen well stocked, and—as ever—he can’t go against her memory. If he had known, he might have done it that one time, instead of heading for the corner store when he got back from work.

Or maybe not.

He’s finally begun to recover from the ache of loss that started the moment the war ended. It has not faded, and he thinks it will never fade, but he can come to terms with it now. Can come to terms with the fact that his family is dead and his friends are far behind him, left in Karakura as soon as the funerals were done. Chad, Inoue, Tatsuki—they had wanted to help, but none of them understood. They had not lost everything, including the power to protect.

Ichigo knows his family had gone to Soul Society. There’s no question in it. He’ll see them again someday, and so that loss isn’t as striking as it may have otherwise been. But to no longer be able to protect the friends he still has—to be helpless and reliant on others for safety from the Hollows—that’s agony.

He ends up in Tokyo, far from anyone who knows him. Far from any shinigami that might try to “help,” even if he can’t not see them if they don’t use a gigai. He likes the anonymity of the city, the fact that everyone is a stranger. It comforts and gives him time to grieve in peace. That kind of thing is selfish, he knows, but he can’t resist it. He lost all of his friends when he lost his powers, right on the heels of losing his family. Even though he knows they’re still there, that they still exist—and Urahara even gives him reports, once in a while, when he drops by in his surprise, not-entirely-unwelcome random visits—missing them is like an empty, jagged hole in the center of his being, hot and sticky and heavy.

Ichigo truly had not thought to get through the war alive. Even now, it surprises him that he’s breathing, that he’s able to walk to the store to buy soy sauce and pretend that it’s for Yuzu, and that if he waits long enough he’ll have to go tell Karin to stop abusing her friends in the name of soccer and come home for dinner. Always, he had imagined some final battle between Aizen and himself, ending with both of them dead. No matter his training, no matter his power, he always expected the Lord of Hueco Mundo to have one last trick to pull. And he had probably had one, but the shinigami—and Ichigo and his friends, in particular—had had one of their own that Aizen had never expected.

A traitor.

Ichimaru Gin, the former captain of the Third—though now, Ichigo supposes, he’s a captain again, being reinstated by Old Man Yama for his help. He’s still under surveillance, and Ichigo suspects that Soi-Fong is probably viciously pleased, to have someone to watch so closely.

He doesn’t know firsthand, though. With his powers gone, he only knows what news Urahara feels fit to pass on, and has to be content with that.

The store is within sight, and Ichigo is half relieved and half disappointed that it isn’t the one in Karakura, that Oshima and his gang aren’t waiting for him, ready to strike. For all that he hated the war, he misses fighting, misses the burn and pulse in his blood, the heady rush that comes with strength and a good fight and a powerful opponent. Despite how he had always wanted a normal life, he would not have surrendered the power he’d had for anything but the safety of all his friends. Ichigo clenches his hand absently, and even now it feels odd without Zangetsu there, the heavy hilt a soothing weight against his skin.

Odd, too—and weighing uncomfortably on him, constantly rubbing and pinching and nagging like a pair of badly fitting shoes—is the fact that he had saved all of his friends, but now half of the world is lost to him. He can’t see the spirits anymore, can’t feel the pulse and shudder of the reiatsu as the shinigami and Hollows break through the boundaries between the worlds. As he walks down the cracked and crumbling sidewalk, he can’t sense the ghost of the old man who used to own the flower shop on the corner, who had died sitting peacefully outside his store. Ichigo guesses he’s there, or a spirit like him is there, because spirits are always there, but he doesn’t know.

He had never, never thought he would miss it, but now he can’t help but think that he misses it just as much as he does the shinigami.

And then brakes squeal, something releasing a metal-on-metal shriek, and Ichigo turns towards the noise automatically.

He dies before he can even see what it is that hits him.

Classes are simple enough, Ichigo is pleasantly surprised to find. Zanjutsu, hoho, hakuda, and kido are not hard to master, especially with the training he received from Urahara and Yoruichi, and the foundation of control that Kukaku and Ganju gave him. The instructors are impressed with his grasp of their subjects, and his dedication to learning what he doesn’t already know, and he’s quickly placed in the most advanced classes. Even his worst subject, kido, is simply a matter of practice, refinement, and control. Many of the higher-level spells are easier for him than the simple ones, because of the amount of reiatsu he has, and he adjusts his fighting style accordingly. Other skills come more easily, most of them just the polishing and refining of abilities he already has, such as hoho and its many variations of shunpo. It quickly becomes clear that his goal of graduating in one year is very close to becoming reality.

Because of his constant studying—for, in addition to the martial arts, students also learned history, politics, tactics, lore, and the administrative side of being in a division—Ichigo has little time for other students, and while he’s polite enough, most of the others are unsure how to deal with this new genius, who seems poised to surpass both his own older brother and the prodigy Ichimaru. They tend to give him a wide berth, and only Eiji is willing to spend time with him—or rather, Eiji is the cheerful, energetic shadow that will never leave him alone.

They’re friends as well as roommates, though, despite Ichigo’s reluctance. Eiji is a lot like Keigo, but more of a smartass, and some of his exuberance—enough that Ichigo isn’t constantly tempted to strangle him—is held in check by his Kuchiki blood. Around him, Ichigo can relax his guard and enjoy being at the Academy, joking and sparring and playing games for practice. They even adopt Byakuya and Yoruichi’s old pastime of playing tag, stealing each other’s hair ties and seeing who can outmaneuver the other while going at top speeds.

Such games are a novelty to Ichigo, to whom training has always been deadly serious, and it feels strangely freeing to simply relax and have fun, enjoying the uncomplicated pleasure of the wind in his hair as he tests his abilities against someone with equal skills and the same frame of mind.

It’s during one such game that Ichigo comes face-to-face with the first real reminder of his former life. He and Eiji have been playing tag for several hours already, though neither have managed to get close enough to snatch a hair ribbon from the other. Ichigo is just rounding the edge of the courtyard, in close pursuit of his friend, when a flutter of white and black catches his eye. In the middle of his shunpo, he turns and flashes behind the corner of the building, acting purely on instinct. After a breathless moment, where his heart pounds fiercely in his chest—Have they found out? Have they decided to come and drag me back to Soul Society?—he steels himself and looks out.

Kuchiki Byakuya stands in the center of the courtyard, flanked by two of his lower-level seated officers. Eiji, positioned in front of him and wearing a look as though he’d been cornered in mid-shunpo, is in the process of stuttering out something that might possibly be a welcome. Ichigo rolls his eyes, then decides that he had better go and rescue his friend before the other boy makes even more of a fool out of himself. Using his fastest flash-step, he flashes out of hiding, changes direction, and appears behind Eiji, snatching his hair ribbon with quick fingers before he allows his gaze to flicker to the captain. Putting on a look of surprise, he steps back.

Eiji feels the rush of air behind him and the hair tumbling down around his shoulders. He spins, and something close to relief flickers through his eyes. “Oh, Kei, you’ll have to excuse me for a moment,” he says quickly. “We can finish later, after class.”

Because he’s watching, Ichigo sees how Byakuya’s eyes widen when his appearance registers. It’s a look he’s gotten many times before, mainly from the instructors who still remember his “older brother.” Despite the longer hair, he looks uncannily like Kaien. But he pulls his gaze away from the noble and offers Eiji his ribbon with an apologetic smile. “Here. Sorry about that. I didn’t realize that you were with family.”

“Who is your companion, Eiji?” Byakuya’s sharp tone cuts off any response the younger noble might have offered.

With a wince, Eiji turns back to his cousin and bows. “Forgive me, Byakuya-sama. This is my friend—”

“Shiba Kei,” Ichigo interjects, bowing quickly. “The youngest. Kukaku-nee-san had me adopted into the main family a few months ago. I’m honored to meet you, Captain Kuchiki.

He pointedly ignores the quiet gagging noises that Eiji is making.

Byakuya nods briefly, though his eyebrows lift ever so slightly. “I am astonished. A Shiba with manners—that is truly something to behold. Perhaps Eiji will learn something from you, Shiba-kun.” A faintly amused gaze shifts to the younger Kuchiki, who straightens a touch guiltily.

Ichigo is speechless. He remembers Renji once saying that Byakuya actually had a sense of humor, but he had never seen proof of it before. But…he could swear that Byakuya’s words just now were a joke, almost bordering on teasing.

The feel of amusement deepens, and Byakuya looks between the two students. His lips twitch ever so slightly at their expressions, and he inclines his head. “I find that I desire a cup of tea. Will you show me where I might find one?”

“And you, Shiba-kun? Are you in Eiji’s year?”

Ichigo nods and sets down his teacup, thankfully cutting off a babbling Eiji mid-sentence. The only place for Byakuya to find an acceptable cup of tea is, of course, in Eiji’s private stash, in their dorm room, and Ichigo doesn’t know whether to relish this connection to his old life or fear for his sanity. “Yes, Captain Kuchiki,” he says respectfully. “We both started this year, but I’m slated to graduate in the spring. The teachers are pleased with my progress.”

Narrow eyebrows lift slightly. “Then you will beat your brother’s record. That is well done for someone of your age.”

“He’s only missing Captain Ichimaru’s record by a few weeks,” Eiji puts in happily, obviously relieved that he’s no longer expected to talk about himself—the cause of the former babbling, no doubt. “He probably would have beaten that, too, but he’s not as good at kido.”

“Thanks, Eiji,” Ichigo mutters into his cup, shooting his friend a narrow look, then glancing back at the captain and assuming a properly chastised expression. “Sorry, Captain. I lack the finesse that Captain Ichimaru possesses, and my kido is rather hit and miss.”

That eyebrow is creeping up again, and Ichigo is horrified to find that he likes the amusement in Byakuya’s steel-grey eyes. “If you are graduating early, you no doubt have your pick of squads,” is all the noble says, though. “Have you given a thought to which you will choose?”

Ichigo hesitates for a moment, and then reminds himself that he’s Shiba Kei, not Kurosaki Ichigo, and he’s expected to ask his superiors when he has questions. He steels himself before asking, “Do you have any suggestions, sir? I don’t know enough about the actual squads to be certain where I would be of the most use.”

Instead of looking derisive and condescending, as Ichigo half expects, Byakuya actually looks thoughtful, turning his cup in his hands. “You are good at hoho?” he asks after a moment. At Ichigo’s nod—and Eiji’s enthusiastic confirmation—he offers, “The 9th is looking for strong officers at the moment, but I believe that Captain Abarai would overlook your abilities because you lack brashness.”

Ichigo almost chokes at that, but manages to restrain himself in time.

Heedless, Byakuya continues, “The 3rd would be a good choice, as would the 13th, though with Captain Ukitake you would most likely be living in your brother’s shadow. The 1st rarely takes new members, much like the 2nd, and you are not a scientist, which excludes the 12th.” He pauses for a moment, as if considering, and then says, “Should you show enough leadership potential, I have no doubt that you will be offered command of the 5th Division, at least until they find an officer who can perform bankai. Lieutenant Hinamori is still unwell. And if they do not, I would be willing to accept you into the 6th, seeing as I have yet to find a reliable lieutenant.”

It takes a conscious effort for Ichigo to keep from gaping, dropping his cup, or blurting out his secret right there. Kuchiki Byakuya wants him as a lieutenant? But—

The secret. Something hard and suspiciously rocklike forms in the pit of Ichigo’s stomach. What would Byakuya do if he ever found out who Ichigo actually was? Would he hate him? Despise him? Reveal him to the rest of the Seireitei? It’s a risk that Ichigo doesn’t think he’s entirely willing to take, not when this entire new life is at stake.

But, despite that, Ichigo finds himself bowing to Byakuya, and murmuring, “I would mark your division as my first choice, Captain Kuchiki, if you do not object.”

The faintest edge of a smile plays around the corners of Byakuya’s mouth, and he nods, rising gracefully to his feet.

“That is acceptable, Shiba-kun. Would you escort me to the gates? I would like to know more about your abilities.”

Something flutters uneasily in Ichigo’s stomach at the words, but he shoves it aside and stands as well. “As you wish, Captain Kuchiki.” He ignores the worried look that Eiji shoots him and bows, waiting for the captain to sweep out of the room before he follows.

They walk in silence, Ichigo keeping a respectful distance behind the older man, wondering what this can possibly be about. Then, as they reach a secluded stand of trees that academy students often used for secret meetings, Byakuya halts, turning to Ichigo with a look on his face that the former substitute has never seen before.

“You are to be acclaimed for your acting skills, Kurosaki Ichigo,” he says, and the bottom drops out of Ichigo’s world. He staggers back a step, eyes going wide, and his control on his reiatsu fluctuates wildly for a moment before he can recall how to breathe. Forcibly, he drags it back under control, clamps his limits down on it, and faces Byakuya with his head held high.

“Captain,” he returns, and it’s just barely civil. “I’d thank you not to use that name while in the Academy. I’m Shiba Kei right now.”

Something akin to satisfaction settles deep in Byakuya’s eyes, and his nearly nonexistent smile grows to become merely slight. He nods once, gracefully, and says, “As you wish, Shiba-kun. But I would have you know that you greatly alarmed your watchers, when you vanished from the world of the living and could not be found in Soul Society. I am… relieved that you are well.”

Ichigo studies him with slightly narrowed eyes that widen suddenly as he grasps what Byakuya isn’t saying. “You were…one of the watchers?”

The captain takes a smooth step forward, gaze flickering over Ichigo’s black hair before returning to his face, and he nods gravely. “I was. You were not alone, Kurosaki Ichigo, nor are you alone now. Your family has come to dwell in the Seireitei.” A faint grimace crosses his face. “It seems your father will soon be taking control of the 5th Division, seeing as he is a captain.”

Barely containing a shudder, Ichigo pushes away thoughts of what old goat face will do to his poor officers, and grimaces. “Yet another reason to list the 6th as my first choice,” he mutters, then realizes what he said and flicks a wary glance at the man before him. “I mean, if that’s still acceptable, Captain Kuchiki. If not, I understand.”

“It is more than acceptable.” Byakuya gives another quiet smile and lets his hand drop to rest on Ichigo’s shoulder. It’s an entirely unfamiliar weight, strange and new, but just as entirely welcome. “I believe I would be…disappointed if you sought to enter another division.”

Perhaps once, before the war ended in such personal tragedy for Ichigo, he would have never been able to walk past his old friends and pretend not to know them, to watch them grieve for him and pretend ignorance. But he spent years in the world of the living entirely cut off from everything, from everyone he’d known and the faint hope of seeing his family again. Without his powers, Ichigo became entirely helpless, entirely abandoned even if it never happened quite like that.

He got used to it, though. He adjusted. And, here and now, he’s not so entirely dependent on those bonds. There are still friends, of course, and a new family, but Ichigo isn’t pining for his old life any longer. Kukaku and Ganju and Eiji—and maybe, maybe, just maybe Byakuya can be counted among that small number as well—are enough to get by with, and he doesn’t have to go looking for new ties.

That, at least, is blindingly obvious during the lieutenants’ meeting. Shiba Kei stands apart from the others, all of them older and more experienced and entirely uncertain of what to do with this newcomer in their midst. Ichigo is used to being the odd one out, after years of school with Chad and Tatsuki—neither of them incredibly social—as his only friends. He ignores the table in the center, where those present have chosen to congregate, and instead heads to the window, hopping lightly onto the sill and turning out to survey the spread of the Seireitei around him.

“Rebellious,” a dry voice comments from roughly six inches away. “Breaking the rules already, Lieutenant Shiba?”

Ichigo doesn’t jump, even if he wants to, but turns his head to find Hisagi Shuuhei regarding him with cool grey eyes. The man is more or less a stranger—Ichigo’s never really spoken to him before, though they’ve crossed paths. It is, perhaps, a blessing, because Ichigo has no memories to trip him up here, no old associations to subconsciously fall back on. There’s only a vague sense of familiarity, a man he’s seen before but nothing else—entirely expected of a newly appointed lieutenant.

He casts a glance at this man who lost his captain but persevered, who now serves under Ichigo’s former friend and looks all the better for it, and offers a quiet smile—because Shiba Kei can, and no one thinks it odd, or the herald of some new doomsday—and a faint inclination of his head. “Sometimes breaking the rules is worth it,” he says softly, turning his head back towards the view of the Seireitei, spread beneath them like some shining, silver-white dream. Ichigo is entirely aware that it’s not a paradise; there are far too many problems and too much corruption and far, far too much humanity for it to ever be anything of the sort. But it is, nevertheless, a grand sight, and ever since his first view of it as an invader, the Seireitei has never failed to stir his heart.

It’s in times like these that he remembers Aizen’s words about being alone, about standing above everyone else, looking down from a height. He wonders, sometimes, what Aizen would have found if he’d simply stepped off his perch. Maybe it wouldn’t have been enough to change his mind outright, but…but perhaps it would have given him pause. Even just a moment’s worth.

Hisagi is watching him, Ichigo knows, and the gaze feels heavy and considering on his skin. There’s a long, silent pause, and then Hisagi snorts softly and bats Ichigo’s feet off the other end of the sill, hopping up to sit beside him with one knee pulled up. He, too, looks out over the Seireitei, and there’s something both fond and wistful in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he agrees, just as quietly. And then, more quietly still, “Quite a view.”

Two entirely different conversations, but they both mean the same thing at heart. Ichigo feels his smile widening, just a touch, and he turns back to the other shinigami, offering a half-bow. “Lieutenant Shiba Kei, Sixth Division. Nice to meet you.”

Hisagi smiles back, the reserved expression startlingly at odds with his punk-like appearance, and inclines his head. “Lieutenant Hisagi Shuuhei, Ninth. Glad to have you with us, Shiba.”

It’s then that the First Division lieutenant, Sasakibe Chojiro, calls the meeting to order, and Hisagi and Ichigo fall in with the others, but there’s a certain sense of shared understanding between them, a whisper of empathy that was absent before, and Ichigo wonders at it, just a little. He hasn’t ever really had that before, because he’s always been just a little strange for the human world, a bit left of center in a place where everything else was perfectly aligned. And to have understanding come over something so large is the most astounding thing of all.

Ichigo looks at the other faces around the table and does not have to wonder how many of them feel the same way. They are all members of the Gotei 13, all proven loyal through fire and forge and the crucible of battle, and that’s enough.

That’s more than enough.

trenchgun  asked:

Also where is it implied that Ouma is an orphan/lived on the street? I remember seeing that in one of your other metas and it's something I haven't seen anywhere else, but I'm super interested in any traces of his backstory for RP/writing/headcanon purposes 👀

There are quite a few implications, at least from what we can see of his in-game persona! Relatively little is known about his pre-game self, although I have seen a lot of Japanese fanartists work the orphan/homeless headcanon into doujins about Ouma’s pre-game life, too.

Most of it requires looking very closely at how Ouma is actually presented, both in terms of his character design and his actual abilities. Contrary to his “SHSL Supreme Leader” talent, he’s actually merely the leader of a group of harmless pranksters—pranksters who just so happen to be associated with crimes that don’t actually involve getting anyone hurt. Fake murder scenes for fun are a likely possibility, but there’s also a lot of heavy association with petty theft, moreso given Ouma’s phantom thief aspirations in his love hotel scene.

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Sorry for the delay with these reviews! Work really piled on the hours lately, and it’s hard sometimes to actually sit down, watch the new episodes, and jot down my thoughts. Nevermind fighting that dreaded art block and drawing up decent covers! So thank you for anyone who’s actually keeping track of my reviews and being so patient, you guys are lovely. ;u;

Speaking of, trying something new with my covers and using canon backgrounds! I think it really makes them pop now!


The Cutie Mark Crusaders notice that Big McIntosh has been acting strange lately. Curious, they follow the stallion all the way to Starlight’s old village, where they’re shocked to discover he’s developed a huge crush on Sugar Belle! The girls urge Big Mac to confess his feelings, but he’s soon intercepted by a love rival in the form of Feather Bangs, who is smoothly attempting to woo her as well. Unwilling to see Big Mac heartbroken, the CMC decide to help him win Sugar Belle’s heart.

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anonymous asked:

Errr so geekycomtv called you out in a post saying some bad stuff about you (he? changed his username and its under the same name that I previously mentioned; it's under "About the Copyright Drama). Man, I'm sorry that these kind of people attack you and the other fanartists. You guys don't deserve this kind of treatment from them. You guys should be profiting from the art you create, not them. Once again, I'm sorry you guys have to go through this, but I admire how strong you guys are (Part 1)


yea someone pointed it out to me the other day xD i’m not really bothered by it since he’s proven time and time again he has no idea what he’s talking about 8D [he also managed to compliment me in the notes of the post by saying i was 21 hahaha…i’m glad i pass as that young :P] 

and thanks! i think one of the best things about this fandom is how we all stick together and support one another when the jerks descend lol. but it’s also the saddest thing, because so many people are leaving the fandom thanks to art theft and jerks like this… it’s worse when the thieves are entirely unapologetic about it. i’m not sure they understand the impact it has to be used and mistreated that way ._. the lack of remorse really troubling. i wouldn’t want to know those people in real life lol

weekend is over so gonna catch up on my other asks in one go here lol

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anonymous asked:

tell us more about how you got your first book published/proposed/whatever the first step is??? (also sorry if you've covered this before i tried to google a bit!!!) (also i am a huge fan HIII I LOVE YOUR WORK AND YOUR ATTITUDE)

i’ve definitely talked about it before, but i know my /answers tag is… very full of things… so i don’t mind!

Anyway, my understanding is that typically you would look for a book agent first, pitching them on your concept or making the case for your book idea, then work with them to fine tune, nail down a solid pitch, and then work with them to pitch many publishers and specific editors. you benefit from their professional relationships to make something happen.

in my case, i was doing what i still do, which is share art online (mostly tumblr back then), self-publishing zines and my unsolicited advice weekly planners. an editor at penguin spotted my work, and reached out to me. editors are under pressure to spot writers and artists for books too, so they’re just out there hunting too and you never know. i got an email out of nowhere around january 2013 that was like “hi i’m an editor at penguin books and i think we should meet for coffee” and that was kind of it. i tried very hard not to die.

so we met, talked about ideas, and my first thought was like OMG A POSTCARD BOOK??? (at the time i was making and selling lots of postcards). she helped me focus in, identifying the interactive parts of my planners as a potential book idea, though it’d need to be undated so it would have a longer shelf life. even then it wasn’t a done deal, she had to go back and think about it and other people weighed in, and i mailed her a bunch of zines and other stuff from my shop (which was at the time even weirder). eventually i guess it worked and they offered me a contract! she essentially brought her world of knowledge – concepts that work, positioning that might help it cross over, and an eye for content – that helped me make 1 Page at a Time happen. I had a lot to learn and was also much more up my own ass about “my art” at that time. she reminded me that for most people it’d be the first they heard of me, that it was okay to lean into work I had already made and to be as me and weird as possible.

anyway that book did super well in brazil pretty much immediately because of the current trends there at the time (”wreck this journal” had just become really really popular but there were no other interactive journals like that yet). they released it before the USA release date and it was on bestseller lists before the english edition even came out. that success helped penguin’s foreign rights team sell the book to many other foreign publishers and combined it meant that my book was able to end up in a lot of hands. and it is still going, maybe even going stronger now that it’s in more places, has been around long enough for people to see it and think about it and then maybe decide to buy it.

for book 2 (Pick Me Up) i got an agent (i’m represented by LGR) and now i work with an amazing woman there who helps with negotiation, helped me set up meetings with different publishers when i wanted to do a stationery collection, and otherwise works as my advocate. because i already had the first book i could have continued to work without an agent but it’s nice to not be alone and also to benefit from someone’s, you know, wealth of knowledge about tiny details and industry people that i just don’t know anything about. she definitely knows the right questions to ask and understands all the intricacies of the contracts and percentages and all the different sales channels that effect how authors get paid.

so that’s sort of it for me, it was a little backwards. decently-popular book first, then an agent, then more stuff. it’s going ok so far!!!!! but there are so many paths. self-publishing is way easier than even 5 years ago and people make real money doing it themselves if they already have an audience or just have a concept that’s really strong or they sort of game amazon’s category ranking system (amazon is like its own world basically). people get book deals and huge advances and then if the book doesn’t meet expectation and the publisher has already spent a lot of money on them, they might not take a chance on a second book. there’s a lot of guessing and expectations and i guess i really benefit from being a pleasant surprise. 

which isn’t to say i am killing it because literally, i am not, i am not rich i am not selling millions of copies, but i am grateful to just get to make books at all. zines i know how to do, and now i guess i do know how to selfpublish my own books, but i’m grateful to benefit from the scale and production and distribution i have, and also penguin merged with random house so now i literally have a contract with the biggest publisher in the world so i don’t really plan on breaking that!

there are tons of different kinds of publishers but it does still come down to actual individual people buying the book and telling their friends and that’s the hardest part. please tell your friends i made some books lol.

anonymous asked:

So, maxvid. I don't like it. It's uncomfortable and creepy, but...just, the hate. I get why it makes you angry, it's disturbing. But I just don't understand how it consumes you. I guess If all maxvid shippers, 100% of them were pedophiles, I would. But a lot of them are just stupid kids, or like you said, victims. So just how exactly do you think insulting and shunning molestation victims is going to do anything positive? I'm sorry is this upsets you, but that's why anons are a thing. :/


Okay you know what? I’m gonna get real for a moment. I’ve been in this same place as these kids when I was their age. I shipped ships with huge age gaps, I didn’t listen to people who were telling me ‘hey, that’s not cool and it’s really gross’ because hey, what did they know? They were just ADULTS and ADULTS weren’t cool!

Well, guess what? They were right. I regret all the ships with huge, gross age gaps I’ve ever shipped to this day.

And you know what? I even get shipping things to cope with trauma. It happens, and I will say that it doesn’t automatically make you a terrible person for doing it.

But….that still doesn’t make it okay. Like, at all. And I’m not going to pretend it is.

People smoke to cope. People drink to cope. Doesn’t make it healthy and it doesn’t mean other people have to like it or want to be around you as a result.

And as for the consuming hate: it wasn’t always consuming. Back in season one, the ship was everywhere. It was frustrating, but you know what I did? I made my ‘David Fosters Max’ AU as a way to balance it out. And for a while, it worked. People liked the AU, more and more popped up and the Ma//x///vid// died down. 

But now the ship is back, and even worse than before. What’s even WORSE is the fact that these same shippers will show support for the Dadvid AU, when… was created as a way to get AWAY FROM THEM (so…incest on top of pedophilia…great). They’ll post all their shipping in the main tags and then get mad when people show anger towards having to look at it. They’ll get pissy and call people who don’t condemn pedophilia ‘antis’ when….they’re not? They just don’t want to fucking look at pedophilia. They’ll draw Dadvid and I’ll have to spend my time scrolling through their blog just to make sure they don’t also ship Ma///x///vid so I can reblog the art without feeling disgusted.

Am I a little mean? You know what, maybe. I’ll admit it. A lot of the shippers ARE just kids/teens (though I don’t give a shit about being mean to adults who support it, because y’all are gross and you have no excuses) But I’m fucking tired of this. I tried to be fair, tried to handle this like an adult and to create a place where people who didn’t like the ship could retreat to and enjoy a healthy platonic relationship between David and Max, but no, the shippers had to ruin that too.

So I have every right to be mad and to not want any of them near me or my blog. I’ve had to deal with this shit for two fucking years and I’m done being nice. Do I approve of sending them hate messages or telling them to die or spamming their tag? Fuck no, even I can say that’s too far and I don’t want anyone who follows me to do that. But I’ll sure as Hell do everything else I can to make sure they know they’re not welcome here.

Also at the end of the day, these shippers are all older than the ten-year-old they ship with an adult MY AGE. Oh, did I mention that? David is MY AGE. I feel like I have every right to be fucking annoyed and disgusted by the ship and I will not STOP being annoyed and disgusted so long as it continues.

Time’s a Gentle Stream (longer than it seems)

Robbie collapsed into his armchair with an exhausted huff. His latest scheme to make the little brats he babysat hate him and demand their parents found someone else to look after them in the evenings had, as usual, backfired, and instead the kids had gone home that evening excitedly shouting to their parents about the latest game their super cool and wonderful babysitter had played with them.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any advice on how to draw nick and dima? they're really hard for me to draw

i dont think i can give you a nick and dima drawing lesson since everyone draws differently, but perhaps i can try to give you some tips about capturing their likeness and making something look like nick and dima?? getting characters faces to be right is a real hard thing to do. i like to pick a few key features and work from them.

also wow this is getting long im gonna cut it. sorry if i go onto tangents a bit i kinda wanted to be thorough since this ask didnt specify anything in particular

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PITCH-SLAPPED: a fan-guide to the Barden Bellas and gay lady ships of the Pitch Perfect franchise

So you just watched Pitch Perfect again and you’re feeling a little enamored with those aca-awesome characters. Or maybe you finally saw Pitch Perfect 2 and you’re just a bit obsessed after that tent scene. Or perhaps you’re not sure how to deal with the wait between now and July 2017 when Pitch Perfect 3 finally comes out.

Whatever the reason: you’ve come to tumblr to assuage those Pitch Perfect feels you got goin’ on and discovered a whole fandom. AH! So much to sort through. So much to feel. What even is Pitch Perfect tbh???? How do I join the fandom? Do I have to sing? WHAT ARE THE RULES HERE? 

Don’t worry. We totes got your back. 

(warning: the following post is very very long and really really effin gay)

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*cracks knuckles* *stretches arms* *puts on glasses with no lenses in them* OH-kay.  lets talk some Foxhole Court AU’s shall we:

Camp Counselors AU

  • Wymack runs a summer camp for troubled teens. 
  • the Foxes are previous campers now working as counselors. 
  • This marks the second year of the same group of Foxes EXCEPT Coach hired a new guy last minute as a replacement for that girl who couldn’t make it.
  • all stereotypical camp shenanigans ensue. 
  • Neil only took this job because it looks good on college applications (he’s starting a bit late)
  • everyone still has problems but lets take them down a few notches
  • Dan and Matt are head counselors
  • Kevin runs sports activities with Andrew
  • Allison is arts and crafts
  • Renee is outdoor adventure (archery, nature walks)
  • Katelyn and Aaron organize group events
  • Nicky is theater (obvs) Neil gets suckered into music
  • clearly this is sleep away camp (the average stay is 5 weeks but full summer ones are still pretty common) 
  • No one knows why Coach hired Neil. Specifically, no one knows what Bad Thing Neil went through to qualify. 
  • please imagine ridiculous competitions between everyone and their favorite little campers
  • bets. always bets. not just the Foxes either. the mini foxes too.
  • I Live For Bonfire Moments
  • I Also Live For After Hours Parties
  • listen. you have to have a rival camp. and it has to be Riko’s. and he has to be a cliched douche. I don’t make the rules sorry.
  • But please imagine Vixen Girl drunkenly kissing Neil at some point and Andrew being like YEAH WHATEVER but like also WTF?! I SWEAR WE HAD A THING BUT I GUESS NOT LET ME GO PUNCH THIS TREE 
  • honestly there is so much you can do with this and i wrote more then i originally thought so i think I might set this aside for myself. 


  • picture Hawaii Five-0 style as in they are a special task force.
  • Neil joins their team and everyone knows he is The Butchers son
  • also that HE helped catch and put his father away
  • Redemption kink anyone?
  • lots of arguing and fighting and the team not being very solid but Neil somehow starts to mend them together
  • ohana means family okay
  • Sarcasm and Banter
  • Feelings wtf 
  • Major Thing happens. someone almost dies.
  • Andrew x Neil “holy shit i am in love. dont ever fucking do that again you prick”
  • Happy Ending Mother Fuckers

Reality Show AU

  • guys there are a million options for this
  • Big Brother House- the lies! the betrayal! the ridiculous costumes wtf
  • The Real World- the lies! the betrayal! the amount of sex holy fuck sterilize that hot tub 
  • Master Chef- LISTEN if the thought of Andrew throwing a pan on the floor and screaming “MY RISOTTO IS PERFECTLY FUCKING SEASONED RAMSEY AND YOU KNOW IT!” storming off doesn’t make you laugh for an hour then i don’t know how i can help you. 
  • “Celebrity” show (i.e. Kardashians or Housewives or w/e)- This can actually work as canon divergent a bit or even after TKM since they are minor celebrities already. Just imagine one of the foxes signing up for a reality show. or one of the new coaches signing up for it to better the team publicity. 
  • The Great British Bake Off- So i read a destiel au that was this mixed in with some p&p and its one of my top 10 favorite fics of all time. I’ve never seen this show. I don’t care. I need this au in every ship.
  • Dating Show- I just. CAN YOU IMAGINE. 

NORMAL College/University AU

  • Just your standard first year at college
  • Neil got an scholarship 
  • He also worked 2 jobs to help support him and his mom
  • Dad was a deadbeat loser (still mean and hurtful but lower scale. haven’t seen him since he was 14)
  • He wants to keep to himself and graduate and make mom proud
  • Neil and Andrew are roommates
  • hate each other pretty much instantly
  • college things happen. literally give me all the cliches. 
  • oops we fell in love haha 
  • i have a thing for jealousy so yes, lets add that. 
  • i have a thing for ‘dating other people until we realize we don’t want anyone but each other’ as well. 
    • omg this one can be super light and hilarious. 
    • like imagine the hazing. and the pranks.
    • and like, We Are Your Bros, Bro
    • Rival Sorority sign me the fuck up (fun rivalry of course)
    • beer pong. keg stands. toga parties. 
    • The Dean Is A Prick Lets Whip Cream His Car
    • study sessions, bonfires, holidays.
    • Riko’s frat sucks and they are Mean so lets take the fuckers down
    • #GayMoments between Neil and Andrew that get interrupted by the other guys in the frat
    • oh god i want this so bad now

okay i have 100 more but these actually totally ran away from me??? My bad. I’ll keep the others to myself for now. If anyone takes one of these and writes fic. TAG ME. I DESERVE GOOD THINGS.