#<- and its a lie every single time I always end up liking the ship sooner or later smh

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AO3

Ship: Beelzebub/MC

Word Count: 2579

Warning(s): Sensory Issues

A/N: This was my second piece for the gift exchange @obeymeholidayexchange for @qrowsofafeather! I don't normally write for MC, but the prompt I picked was "Beelzebub takes a food adverse/picky MC out to sample Devildom food to find something they will like". As someone who is also sensitive to food textures I couldn't not do it. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT QROW 💗

Getting Yuki to eat their first day in the Devildom had been a challenge all on their own. Beelzebub remembered the way they tried to smile, their hooves shaking as they attempted, and failed, to force down the tiniest bite he’d ever witnessed down their throat. The partially chewed up  morsel wound its way back onto their plate, and Yuki bowed their head to excuse themselves from the table in a quick little flurry. 

They insisted they weren’t hungry anymore, and yet Beelzebub still found them rooting through the fridge late in the night when he did his own midnight snack run. They’d almost fallen from the shelf they were standing on after being startled, the light emitting from the fridge illuminated their bleary eyes. The following events had been quick and not thought through and had nearly woken up the other occupants of Lamentation. Knowing Lucifer, it definitely could have ended in a much more upsetting fashion than a few pieces of devil ham hock and a cup of screaming succotash on the floor.

It was confusing, Beelzebub wouldn’t lie, normally other people weren’t sneaking around the kitchen at night. His appetite dwarfed theirs and, for the most part, three meals and a few tiny snacks was enough to tide most people over. So why would Yuki be rooting around in the fridge at night? For a moment, he wondered if such a small creature could possibly have an appetite as large as his, and for a single second he understood why others were amazed. 

Then Yuki explained after rapid apologies. They weren’t satisfied earlier, they were still hungry, but the texture of the meat- once their teeth dug into it, they couldn’t bring themselves to eat anymore. It was all wrong, too chewy. It wasn’t right, Yuki’s teeth couldn’t cut into it quite right, and the crunching  sound it made when they hit gristle-

They felt terrible and embarrassed. 

Yuki wanted to like the food, they really did.

They wanted to eat it, but they couldn’t.

Beelzebub thought it sounded terrible. Texture getting in the way of the enjoyment of food? What would it be like for him if he had to constantly worry about what he ate with his appetite? All the food he enjoyed, he would always have to worry about it and fret. And if it wasn’t right he wouldn’t be able to eat? It sounded like the worst punishment a demon even crueler than Lucifer would come up with!

So, since that day, Beel paid close attention to the food that was made, as did the rest of his brothers. 

Yuki preferred tender meat, the kind that would fall apart in the mouth and that was juicy. They also liked things that were crispy, but they could never be too chewy. That was bad. For vegetables, they could be crispy or cooked, but they could never be mushy. Vegetables had to have some sort of structure or else they wouldn’t feel quite right. Food also couldn’t be too stringy or contain any gristle at all. 

Not every time was perfect, and every now and again one of them would make a mistake or they would have food that Yuki couldn’t eat. In that case they always kept a select few foods on standby that were known as Yuki’s safe foods. Beel tried his best not to touch them, and if he did he made sure he went to buy them more as soon as he could. 

The other issue, that Beel didn’t even realize, was the subject of restaurants. 

When going out to eat, Yuki could never be certain of the textures of food they’d come across. Even if the food smelled, looked, and tasted good, it could still have a less than welcoming texture for Yuki. 

The thought that he couldn’t safely enjoy restaurants with Yuki was an upsetting one, and one he would have to come up with a solution for. Sharing food was a form of sharing affection for him. Sharing food was a form of love for him. If he had to put a little more effort in, he was sure that he could find a way to share his love with Yuki.

Food was a great way to get to know someone, it was a gateway to their soul.

Like how Mammon liked really spicy food and Asmo liked sweets. 

Mammon was fiery and spirited and always tried to step in for them.

Meanwhile Asmo was kind and supportive and always ready to point out their best qualities. 

It just made sense to Beel, and he wanted to learn more about their human exchange student. It had been a while since they’d come to the Devildom, true, but it was never too late to learn something new about the person you cared about. Food was the spice and flavor of life, and the more food can be enjoyed, the more life can be enjoyed.

Beelzebub wanted Yuki to enjoy life without trouble as much as possible. 

One day, he approached the small sheep, list in hand and laid it before them. 

“Tell me which group of textures appeals the most to you.”

The bell around their neck jingled softly as they looked up at him in confusion. 

“Trust me on this.” He laid another list in front of them. “I also have some groupings of scenery too. Noise, lights, things like that. I know those can bother you too.”

He watched as they carefully circled the groupings that most appealed to them, taking extra care and thought to each of the pairings on the sheet, even going as far as to rate which groupings would be the most unpleasant to most pleasant.  Once completed, Yuki stepped away from the lists and looked up at him with a jingle of their bell. They tilted their head curiously as Beel took the lists in his hands.

“Nothing I can tell you yet,” he said in response, “Just know that I’m gonna make plans.”

And make plans he did. 

Beel took Yuki’s notes into special consideration as he went to every restaurant he could think of in the vicinity. The textures, the atmosphere, it all had to be perfect. He didn’t even really care if they put a limit on his own potions, if Yuki could eat their fill that would make him more than happy. He even asked the staff what type of light fixtures they used (and chewed on a few for good measure). Everything had to be perfect for them, Yuki had to enjoy this meal. It couldn’t just taste good, it had to feel good.

What good was food if it wasn’t appetizing? If it didn’t touch the soul? If it wasn’t an experience?

Food had to be all of those things, because food was meant to be enjoyed and savored on the tongue. It warmed a body from the pit of the stomach, flowing out through the fingers and the head dizzy with endorphins. It made Beel smile and his mind buzz. He could feel it in his hands and his feet, radiating straight from his endless pit. 

Yuki deserved those good feelings too.  

The vibration.

The rush.

The joy.

And Beelzebub would do anything to make sure that experience could be guarded and cherished for them.

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Yuki sat on Beel’s shoulder as they walked through town. It was a pleasant day, mildly chilly, just enough to liven the senses. Every shop they passed alerted Beel with a variety of pleasant and tempting aromas. They were begging him to step inside and devour everything in sight. But today was for Yuki, and Beel would stay focused for them. He couldn’t take a possible moment of enjoyment away from them to satisfy his own urges. Not today. 

Besides, Yuki’s joy would fill him more than any triple deluxe cheeseburger with extra devil sauce ever could. Even if it did sound really good, and Beelzebub thought it sounded incredibly good as it made droplets of drool form at the corners of his mouth. 

The bell around Yuki’s neck rang as they attempted to clear the drool around his mouth with a tiny cloth. 

“Hm? Oh sorry about that,” Beel said, taking the cloth from Yuki and wiping his face. The sheep tilted their head in confusion in a silent question, one that Beel understood perfectly. It wasn’t that hard to understand Yuki, he just had to listen a little differently.

“Where are we going?”

Yuki nodded.

“You’ll see, it’s a surprise.”

Their brow furrowed, and their gaze became a bit apprehensive. It was a rightful concern, but Beel was certain in what he was doing.

“Don’t worry. You’ll like it a lot. I promise. I did a lot of research.”

Yuki still seemed apprehensive, but settled back down comfortably, scooting closer to Beel’s chin.

Walking for a little while longer, the pair eventually came to a quiet little building on the edge of town. The lights were dim and soft and streamed out of the window gently onto the street. Beel opened the door to a warm and plush restaurant. The tables were wide and had hot plates on either end and a grill in the center. Beel brought them over to an empty table, kneeling down so they could hop off his shoulder with ease. Sitting across from them, he tapped the tablet screen on the table. The  screen lit up with a variety of options from different meats, vegetables, and broths to choose from.

Yuki’s bell rang twice as their head looked from the screen up to Beel.

“I know you’re normally hesitant about restaurants because of sensory things, and Devildom food is even trickier for you to navigate,” Beel said as he started to scroll through and select a variety of foods, “But I still wanted to share some of my favorite foods with you, and I wanted to take you out.”

For a moment, Beel felt like he was rambling, and an odd feeling overcame him. Face heating up, he pressed the submit button a little harder than he needed to, making the tablet bend ever so slightly and leaving a rather prominent fingerprint in his wake. He had been excited when he started, why now did he suddenly feel so shy? It didn’t make any sense in the slightest. Perhaps he could ask Belphie later about these weird feelings, but for now, he had to focus on Yuki. The urge to over explain returned and he continued to speak.

“I- I wanted to find a place we could eat out together, and take you to restaurants I really like. So I went to every restaurant I could and tried all their food and even got second opinions from other people.” Beel liked all food, and while he thought he could be pretty good at differentiating between textures and tastes, he wanted to be extra sure. If Yuki didn’t like it, Beel didn’t know if he’d be able to finish his own meal. There was still the chance that Yuki wouldn’t like this food, and the thought alone made Beel sweat. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass them and-

Maybe he should have gotten takeout instead.

Maybe bringing them out to a physical restaurant was selfish.

Maybe-

No. 

No no. He couldn’t think like this. Yuki would love this, and he was sure about that. He had to be sure about it.

“I tried a lot of different places, and it was hard to pick one. That’s why I made the lists I did for you to choose from.” He looked up at the lighting fixtures, and listened to the soft music that floated throughout the room. It wasn’t too overstimulating, he didn't think. He’d asked Levi to step inside and he seemed pretty relaxed, so it would work for Yuki too. 

“You choose what you want to eat and then you cook it yourself, either in a broth or on the thing in the middle, I can help you choose based on flavor,” Beel said, a smile finally making its way to his face, “If you have trouble with the cooking too I can help you, I’ve gotten pretty good at cooking meals for you.”

He stopped as he noticed Yuki tear up a little and wipe their eyes.

“We don’t have to though!” Beel panicked, “We can go home and make something if you don’t like it. I-”

Yuki shook their head rapidly, the jingling of their bell struggling to keep up as they did so. Walking across the table, they motioned for Beel to come closer and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His face turned a bright shade of red as Yuki took a seat next to him instead of making their way back to the other side of the table. He was in such a state of shock that he didn’t even notice when the piles of food and the bowls of broth were delivered. In fact, Yuki had to nudge him a few times to get him to notice. 

The look of concern on their face made him feel bad, he didn’t mean to worry him, that kiss had just been unexpectedly nice.

He picked up his chopsticks and dropped a slice of manic minotaur meat and dropped it into the bubbling bowl alongside some putrid potato. The seconds couldn’t have ticked by slower as they waited. The thin slices of meat always cooked the fastest and were usually done in seconds. Everything went quiet as he lifted the cooked meat from the bowl, dripping with savory juices as he looked back over to Yuki. Carefully, he held it out to them and they both held their breath as they took their first bite.

Beel had barely noticed the way Yuki closed their eyes until they flew open in wonder, and before he could react the rest of the meat was in their mouth (along with a good portion of the chopsticks).

“You like it that much huh?”

Yuki nodded their head so fast that Beel thought their bell would soar right off their neck, never to be seen again. 

“I guess that just means that we’ll have to make this our place then huh?”

He’d never felt a warmth like this before. It was a better feeling than food could ever give him, and different than the warmth he’d felt with his family. As he dropped food into their bowls and onto the grill before them, Beel rattled on about the different meats and vegetables and which ones he thought Yuki would like along with their flavors. He talked about the different drinks they could order, and he raved about desserts and the fruit and sauce options at the bar in the back.

He talked on and on and on, the warmth between them growing with each passing second.

And outside, though neither of them noticed, a soft snow started to fall and collect on the sidewalks outside, illuminated by the quiet light illuminating from the tiny restaurant on the outskirts. A tiny restaurant on the outskirts where two figures ate, and laughed, and loved.

Two figures who couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in all the Three Realms.

Two figures who were full of joy.

A joy that couldn’t be replicated anywhere, not this night.

Not with the snow falling.

Not when the world was so quiet, and calm.

Not when everything was right.

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Lovers' Crest | Chapter 14: The Sight

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Din has a reckoning you would have never seen coming. What it means for the two of you, well… that comes next.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), post season 3, SMUT: oral sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), unprotected PiV (be safe), use of a blindfold, Mandalorian lore NONSENSE.

A/N: Not gonna lie to you, I kind of adore this chapter. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for being here!

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‘You’re furious.’

‘I’m not furious.’

‘You feel betrayed?’

‘No.’

‘You’re punishing me for all that, aren’t you?’

‘No!’

‘Then what the hells is going on, Din?’ You plant your hands on your hips and square your feet on the floor. Two days of this, this sullen and twitchy man aboard your ship, laconic and lowly in attitude and stance. Spending most of his time holed up in the cockpit, looking at his datapad with a savage intensity. 

You believe he’s tried, really tried to push past it. You’d talked about the trap Torre had set and agreed no one was at fault. You’d gone over each detail and reassured him that you’d had your end goal in mind early on.

He’d spent maybe a half an hour earlier this morning talking with you about your plans to upgrade the manoeuvring valves. But when you’d put a hand on his arm and moved like to loop it around your middle, as you always did, he tugged it back and told you to just tell him how much it would cost him before stomping off.

And that damn well hurt. So you figured it was best to just dive into the issue before you break down in a fit of tears.

Now you’re facing his back as he pretends to adjust an oscillation rifle on its holdings. Nervousness and apprehension cascades off his shoulders.

‘None of it was true,’ you say again. ‘You believe that right? It was all lies.’

A beat. The longest of your life.

‘One thing was true,’ he says, back still to you.

Unbelievable. 

‘No--’

He drops his shoulders and tilts his head back, sighing hard. 

‘Torre said it actually,’ he says. He moves with his usual swiftness and raises his forearms to cage you against the ration crates, still that same agitated energy radiating off his armour. You swallow. ‘And I recall every word of it.’

‘What—’ you start, but he puts a hand against your chest, slowly pushes it towards your collarbone and snakes his fingers across the top of your shoulder, holding you still as he leans into your other ear.

You swear you feel his breath on your earlobe. But you know that’s impossible through the helmet.

‘He said,’ Din says in a ragged voice, ‘“You know he can’t give you the kind of pleasure that I can. You know he just can’t do it”…’

You remember now. But unlike when Torre was on his knees in front of you, this isn’t making your skin crawl off your body. It’s doing the opposite – you feel tight everywhere and your breath is stuck in your lungs. Goosebumps erupt from your scalp and careen down your body until your toes are singing and your centre starts pulsing.

‘He said,’ Din continues. You now know what he’s going to say and your eyes roll back to listen. ‘“He hasn’t even kissed you, has he? He hasn’t tasted you, laid you out with his mouth and tongue to lave at your cunt until you’re screaming in bliss. Not like I did, remember? Remember how much you needed it?”’

Din leans forward, pressing the forehead of his helm into the hard surface behind you. ‘I haven’t done that for you, have I? Haven’t given you what you need. Brought you to the edge and let you fall while drinking down your release? Pleasured you in every single way imaginable?’

You’re boneless against the wall, imagining the mouth uttering those words doing just that. But you summon enough brain power to speak.

‘It’s okay,’ you say. ‘It’s—I decided already that I’m okay with not having that. That, that I don’t—’

He murmurs your name as if to interrupt.

‘That I don’t n-need it,’ you push on. ‘I only need—’

He’s leaning away, moving his hand from your shoulder to drop to his side. You grab for it. You hold it tight and make yourself look into his visor. Despite all your fears, despite your terror at what the future holds, you stare pleadingly at him and tell the truth.

‘I swear I only need you.’

Gently, so devastatingly gently, he pulls his hand from your grasp and steps back.

‘That is not enough, I’m afraid.’ He spins on the spot and heads to the rear of the cargo hold.

What does that mean? Your mind is reeling in two entirely different directions. This is it; he’s going to leave you now. Is he going to take off his helmet? He’s dropping you at the next port because now he knows your secret desire and it sickens him. He’s going to do it to you because now he knows what you truly want. You don’t respect his creed and he knows it now so he hates you. He’s going to let you see his face! 

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

Both spirals of thought threaten to shred your sanity and you stumble backwards, no longer registering what he’s doing – rummaging through a crate you think. But he’s back in front of you a moment later.

‘Hey, breathe. Just breathe for me, please?’ He cups your face; his right palm lays flat against your cheek while his left hand is held in a fist. He’s clenching something tightly, but stroking his thumb slowly along your jaw. You try to relax. Try to focus on the fact he wouldn’t be touching you so tenderly if it was all over. The next thing he says though leaves you lost.

‘I have been studying,’ he says.

You blink stupidly. ‘Huh?’

‘Reading. The texts of the Creed. I have been reading them closely.’

‘Oh.’

‘I have… removed my helmet, in the past. And I thought it would cost me everything. So… I have been afraid.’

You have no idea what he’s talking about. He’s removed his helmet? When? 

‘But I am not afraid now,’ he whispers. 

You say the only thing you can say, ‘Why?’

Silence.

‘Why, Din?’ You’re nearing desperation. To understand. To know what he means. ‘Why aren’t you afraid now?’

He draws a long breath.

‘Because, I have found that, in the original Mando’a, the Creed has a specific wording that translations don’t really hold account to. It says that a Mandalorian of the Watch cannot remove their helmet to show their face to another. Or allow another to remove their helmet, lest their face be seen.’

You stay quiet.

‘Show their face, do you understand?’

You open your mouth and close it again, not daring to say a single word for fear that the hope welling inside you will be crushed to grit.

Din holds you for a few moments more, seeming to be drawing himself to a decision. Finally, finally, he nods to himself. He moves his fist from your face and holds up the object he’d been clutching.

It looks like it’s made from a similar material to his flight suit, a thick but stretchy woven fabric stitched into a loop. You gape at it.

‘It’s to hold hair out of the way under my helmet,’ he explains, somewhat needlessly. ‘I have several but not much else, so it’ll have to do for now.’

You cannot, at all, believe what is happening, so you stay still. He lifts the fabric up and circles it around the crown of your head, then spreads his fingers on either side and slowly tugs it down, down, past your forehead and over your eyes. He settles the band against the tops of your ears before withdrawing his hands. You get the slightest scent of him as it brushes the top of your nose. The wide, thick material has blinded you totally.

‘Can you see anything?’

‘No.’

‘Do you swear to me you will not look?’

‘Din, I—’

‘Please, swear it.’

‘I swear.’ The word turns to a whimper as Din loops a hand around your waist, the other goes to your hair as he starts to walk you back, step by tiny step, to the cabin.

In the small room that is mostly bed, he backs you up to a wall and pulls his hands away. You hear him pulling off his gloves, you think. It’s confirmed when you hear the soft click of his vambraces detaching, one after the other. Then it’s silent for a beat. Another. Then another. You are about to move or say something when the quiet hiss of depressurising air hits your ears. A small thump follows on the shelf next to you. And then your heart just stops.

Right next to your ear, partly covered by the blindfold, he murmurs your name. Your mouth falls open. His naked voice sends a molten tendril through you that sparks your every nerve ending. He says it again and your chest starts to heave with lust and wonder and anticipation. 

‘God, Din. God.’

The next of your senses to be assaulted is touch as you feel his warm, impossibly soft lips press to your neck. Right in the spot he found you like the tips of his fingers so much, just behind your ear and down a little. He holds there, just pressing a firm warmth into your skin. A hand comes up to the other side of your face and it is trembling. You finally move and place your own hand over it, showing him that you are shaking too. 

The lips part in the smallest, sweetest kiss. He whimpers sweetly before opening his lips further, laving at the soft flesh there with teeth and tongue.

‘Hhhnnnn,’ you whine. ‘Din… Din!’

‘What? What is it?’ He stays put against your neck, but sounds a little alarmed.

‘Gods please, kiss me, Din. Kiss me, now- ah!’

Without breaking connection with your skin, he drags his mouth over your jaw and up, making one small sucking motion there by your lower lip then sealing his mouth to yours. You both groan, an ecstatic release of so much longing filling the air and coursing across where you’re pressed together. 

You grip either side of his chest armour and pull him closer, sucking his lower lip into your mouth and swiping your tongue across it, feeling its curve and plumb softness. You release and he does the same to you, moving his hand down to your jaw to nudge your mouth wider, begging entry. Parting your lips lets you feel his warm breath as he pants into you; he pushes forward and runs his tongue over your teeth and bites at your upper and lower lips in turn.

Damn, he’s good at this.

You stand there pressed against the side of the cabin for an age, devouring each other, before a thought so startling occurs to you that you pull back, bumping your head on the cold wall.

Din pulls right back but you hold onto him. ‘What? Are you okay?’

His voice is chocolate.

‘Din,’ you say, gasping for air. If you weren’t so overcome with lust you would probably agonise over this question. Or if you could see him you might second guess it. But it spills from your swollen lips with ease. ‘Can I touch you?’

‘You are touching me, mesh’la.’ What an adorable dolt.

‘No I mean,’ you hesitantly reach up and hover your hand where you think his hair may curl at the base of his neck. He stills. ‘Can I touch you here, and,’ you move your other hand in front of your face, where his cheek could be. ‘And here.’

You feel his breath on your hand. You hear his mouth move open and close. His hand comes to the back of the one you’re holding between the two of you and laces your fingers together. You’re trembling. 

‘Please, mesh’la,’ he says. He presses your hand to his face, holding it flush. You feel a sharp jawline, stubbly beard, a soft dusting of hair by his ear and you can’t help it, you sob.

‘Oh my fucking god,’ you hiccup and groan. You plunge your other hand into thick, curly hair and crash your mouth back to his. Teeth drag together for a moment before he moves to the side and mouths and nips at your jawline, moving back to the spot on your neck you love touched so much.

He takes hold of your hips and spins you to the bed, pushing you to lay yourself back.

‘Undress yourself, love,’ he tells you. Your top half is bare in seconds, careful to make sure the blindfold doesn’t move. As you work on your bottoms, you hear the first clicks and rustles of Din removing his armour. 

You usually love to watch him do this. The anticipation setting a fire in you so potent it’s unbelievable he doesn’t even have to touch you to do it. You settle for just listening to the motions of this ritual you share. But then he starts to speak and you fall apart as his bare, sultry vocals wash through you.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he rasps, voice grinding over your trembling body. ‘Look at you.’ You hear his movements become quicker, fumbling and desperate. ‘A gorgeous, divine, otherworldly Goddess. Fuck, every inch of you is perfect. Unh, uh, sweet Gods, I swear. I swear to you.’

You feel a weight drop at the end of the bed; he’s removing his boots.

‘I swear to you,’ you feel a hand wrap around one of your ankles and you whine. You can hear his inhales and exhales. He’s breathing so hard, gulping air like he’s trying not to drown. You feel your own self gasping as well. He stands again; you hear the zips and tears of his flight suit as he strips.

‘I swear to you, love. Mesh’la.’ He’s stopped moving. He must just be standing over you. Looking. Then, in a voice you feel right in your fucking clit. ‘Gonna give you what you deserve now, love. What you crave.’

You shudder, writhing and squirming without restraint.

‘Gonna find out just what you like, exactly how you like it. Everything, gonna learn everything and give it to you over and over. What do you like, hm? My mouth? Pressed against your aching pussy and tongue fucking you fast? My lips? Sucking on that hungry, hungry clit? Would you like my circling tongue working at you? Or long, luscious licks from the bottom of your slit to the top of your mound?

‘Do you like it slow? Rough? Would you like to be bitten, have your pussy’s lips held between my teeth, so tender and delicious? What would you like? Tell me.’

You’re wrecked. You’ve died, you’re sure of it.

‘Everything, everything Din. All of it, please.’ You press your thighs together, rubbing them clumsily, desperate to relieve some of the pressure that is consuming you.

‘Stop that,’ he orders. ‘Spread them for me, beautiful. Spread them wide so I can see all of you. See you with my naked eye. Your perfect body. Your pure cunt, let me see it.’

His groan is loud and strangled as you part your knees and spread your feet to the very edges of the bed.

‘Yes, like that,’ he growls.

You don’t realise he’s even moved when a hot, open mouth presses to the inside of your thigh.

You scream.

‘Mmm, that’s it mesh’la,’ he moans, muffled against your flesh. ‘Let me hear you.’

‘I- I think you’re gonna kill me, Din Djarin,’ you huff as you bite into the crook of your elbow.

You feel him smile against your leg. It’s indescribable.

‘Not if you end me first,’ he says. Then he drags his face up, up and… off. But you can feel his breath, puffing against your oh so tender centre.

‘I’ve tasted you in my dreams,’ he whispers. ‘Finally, I will know.’

Every inch of you, every nerve ending, every muscle, every fibre of your being, your whole essence, channels down into the one pinpoint on your body where his tongue touches your dripping slit. It sinks inside of you immediately as he plants his open mouth right over you.

You arch your back and wail at the same time that Din releases a groan of ecstasy. He pushes forwards, trying to urge his tongue deeper and you can feel everything. Lips suctioning to your skin and teeth digging into your labia, his tongue exploring what his fingers already know so well.

He pulls out to mouth and lick and nip at your swollen lips, letting their plush give guide him back into you. You know you are leaking a constant stream of juices and you nearly pass out when you hear him make a deep, greedy swallow. He does it again, and again, drinking you down like you are an oasis.

He pulls back and mouths at your thigh for a moment.

‘I knew it,’ he rumbles. ‘I knew you’d taste just like this.’ 

He goes back in, but the throbbing of your clit is becoming unbearable. You release your hand from the blanket you’d been holding in a steel fist and reach down to palm at his hair, his temple, whining a little and trying to tug him upwards.

He chuckles against your cunt, impaling you with bolts of white-hot electric pleasure.

‘I know what you want.’ He leans into your grasping hand. ‘Don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you.’

With no other preamble, he licks a long stripe up you, beginning under your slit – of course letting his tongue dip into it on the way – and up to the little bundle of nerves already set to shatter you apart. Soft, hot tongue connects with quivering, pulsing clit and you almost levitate off the bed. An arm reaches up and locks across your middle, binding you to the mattress. The other pushes a thigh down to grant more access.

You aren’t going to last long now. A brief dance of tight, firm circles sends you into a cascading torrent of bliss. Your climax reaches every corner of your body and you’re sure that, even if you weren’t blindfolded, you wouldn’t be able to see a thing.

He’s still licking at you when you come down and you nudge him away from your sensitive flesh. He acquiesces and settles back at his home on your thigh, hair and panting breaths tickling the soft skin there. 

The hand on your other leg reaches across and two fingers scissor open your folds. They shift and prod, exploring.

‘What are you doing?’ you breathe, slowly coming back into your body.

‘Just looking, mesh’la,’ he says. ‘Want to be sure I know every part of you.’

Something about that is so erotic your hips thrust up and push yourself into his hand. 

He hums with content. ‘Ready for more, already?’

You just push again, reaching both hands down now to find his head, feel his soft curls. He doesn’t make you wait, diving back in to devour you like an animal starved. He pushes the two fingers that had been holding you open straight into your tight heat and moans against your clit.

‘So good. So sweet,’ he mutters, orbiting and stroking his tongue over you.

You’re at the edge again, so quickly. Somehow he holds you there, the rise just before the breaking wave thrums from your core and seizes hold of every single muscle in your body. How is he doing this?

You plant your feet and thrust up into his face, grabbing at the back of his head for more purchase, more contact, more.

He moans and growls affirmative noises and doesn’t let up. The vibrations turn into an absolute shock wave that rips you apart. You’re gone, nothing but an exquisite cluster of light.

The feeling of the bed moving while you’re absolutely boneless brings you round again. Din is still devouring you and you think he’s pushing his hips down into the mattress, fucking himself against it. You move your feet to his ass and confirm it. You push his head from your aching centre and tug him upwards.

‘Din,’ you huff. ‘C’mere. Come up here and fuck me.’

He crawls up you with a feral intensity that sets your body aflame again. He licks and kisses at your skin on the way, teeth and mouth marking you in careless abandon. He stops at your breasts and you keen loudly as he sucks and bites at each in turn, smothering them with your juices and his spit. 

With mouth still attending to a tightened nipple, he arches his back so that his cock meets your folds and slips along you. It’s a whole new sensation. The mess he’s made of you with his mouth offering a slick plane for his veiny shaft to glide along.

You both moan at the feeling.

‘Feel that?’ he whispers, sliding back and forth, coating himself. He leans up and plants his mouth back on yours. You revel in the taste of yourself on his lips and face. He mutters against your mouth, ‘Feel how soaking wet you are?’

‘Mmmmm,’ is all you can say as you move your feet back to his ass and use them to push him into you. He sinks to the hilt, then sets a pace so furious and sloppy you know he’s barely in control, almost there, ready to blow.

Din bites down hard on your lower lip then moves his mouth back to your ear, dragging tongue and teeth between it and your neck, panting with a ferocious hunger. Revelling in the sensations careening up and down your body, you flatten your legs on the bed and tilt your hips so his thrusts land right on your shivering clit. It’s a matter of moments before you’re lost in another orgasmic haze and you move to lock your ankles around his back, feeling him rushing over the edge with you.

‘Huuuh, fuh,’ he gasps. ‘Luh… Love…’ You twist your head and kiss him, swallowing his words. He pumps into you a few more times, wringing every last drop of pleasure from himself. You keep your feet linked and cradle his head and neck as he coats you with soft groans.

When he regains composure, you expect him to roll off you and wrap you in an embrace, like usual. But he rises onto hands and knees.

‘Din?’ you ask. 

‘Not done,’ he rumbles. ‘Not done tasting you.’

He moves down your body, laying his mouth all over, everywhere. Feasting. Consuming. You clench your masked eyes shut and let yourself drown in him.

Time doesn’t seem to move as you both bask in a deep, simmering afterglow. At some point, Din reaches up and nudges the blindfold off. Your heart skips a beat before you register that the room is pitch black. You couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, let alone his.

So you just close your eyes again and focus on the feel of his breath on your forehead, where he rests his chin.

‘When do we return for Grogu?’ you ask the darkness.

‘Still a few moon turns,’ Din replies, using a measure of time you weren’t familiar with. You stay quiet until he clarifies, ‘We have time, Cyar’ika.’

‘Okay,’ you say, moving closer and holding tighter, ‘okay.’

Fucking in every corner of the Razor Crest gives you a new appreciation for the lovely, aged ship.

Up against the weapons locker, held up by Din’s arms and pierced to the cabinet by his cock. The door rattles as he slams up into you and you tremble with effort to meet every thrust with a clenching need.

On the descended ramp, the breeze of the open air lifting the sweat from your bodies as you take turns to ride each other. You sit on top and bounce ruthlessly before he rolls you over and grinds you down into the cold grating. When you climb back onto him again, he paws at the indentations created on your ass.

Bent over in the fresher, the wet suctioning of his furious pounding against your skin filling the space and taking you over the edge again and again.

And, most deliciously, in his pilot chair. The first time you’d done that, the Crest was sailing through hyperspace, the tranquillity of its vastness doing nothing to slake the lust crackling in the cockpit. He’d pulled you onto his lap, back flush against his chest, and taken you apart with his hands. They roamed everywhere then massaged and kneaded your tits, pinching and squeezing your nipples until they were tight peaks shooting sparks of pleasure to your clit.

When he’d finally moved his ministrations downwards, he’d plunged the fingers of one hand deep inside you and set the others up in the perfect pattern on your hard nub. Once he’d had you writhing and moaning his name, climax after climax filling the air, you’d sat forward to brace your hands on the instrument panel. You’d given him a real show of your ass before sinking down onto his cock, which was right there eagerly waiting.

Sometimes you’re blindfolded, and he drinks down your pleasure as if it were the last drops of nourishment in the galaxy – he even tastes you when your pleasures are mixed together, licking you down right after filling you up. Sometimes he keeps the helmet on, so you can watch his gorgeous muscles flex and strain as you chase new heights each time.

You and Din take each other in every way you can imagine. 

You weren’t sure what exactly was driving his need to have you over and over again. But for you, the feeling that time was running out had set an unbearable appetite within you. And you were determined to get every last morsel you possibly could.

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[nanomooselet]

My Brother's Keeper (V)

This whole memory retrieval/assimilation scene is interesting for a number of reasons (putting aside the continuous wails of agony emitted watching it; I know I discuss it calmly, but that's because I'm a wizard I compartmentalise/modulate my tone in text. Hooray for incomplete degrees).

In the score, this bit is called "The Memory World of Knives" - these are Knives's memories, ones that he can share with Vash for whatever reason. By that token, then, it's how you can figure out which incidents Knives has direct knowledge of and involvement in.

He remembers the blood-soaked room of withered Plants, of course. Doubt he'll ever forget it. Not because of the Last Run, but because it's when Vash turned on him and their confrontation was put on pause - up until now.

Vash fleeing the SEEDs wreckage in ep 1/8 then entering the Plant room in ep 9, Knives withdrawing, then showing up at Jeneora Rock in ep 3, then finally Vash entering Knives's piano room in July at the end of ep 10, and the confrontation/manipulation/awakening/battle over 11 and 12. It's all a single argument/fight split into parts, separated by over a century.

Funny that the only thing Knives seems to truly regret about it is cutting off Vash's arm. Maybe… maybe because it's the one wound even he can't lie to himself about inflicting. I wonder, does he believe it was his one mistake? If he'd found another way, Vash wouldn't have stuck a gun in his face? Which makes him trying to "fix" it being what clues Vash in that he's being lied to some sublime irony. Vash doesn't trust a world where his brother never hurt him.

Anyway, Knives was obviously there in person to destroy Jeneora Rock, so he remembers that. Knives definitely intended Rosa's rejection to happen when he left her alive (interesting that he only uses her voice, not her appearance. This man has a problem with women) and he would have learned about Tonis's injuries from Zazie via the cage of bug-Worms.

Then comes the crashed ships and the vanishing reporters. Roberto and Meryl don't do anything but stand there looking blank, and that's because Knives doesn't have anything to do with them. He doesn't care to learn what they mean to Vash, so he doesn't bother to twist it. He goes for “oh they'd hate you if they knew about what you've done”, and as Vash's shame makes him vulnerable, he rips them out of Vash's head. That's them disposed of and he doesn't think about them again. (More fool him.)

The guilt that Knives planted in Vash is his primary weapon. Remember that it was his guilt that made Vash want to die in the wake of the Fall. Knives is using it to chip away at his will to resist; every time Vash is reminded of it, he reels and his defences weaken.

Similarly, it's why we don't see that much of Rem and nothing of her post-Tesla except her running into the fire. What we do see of her makes her look rather one-dimensionally nice, well-meaning but suspiciously secretive, and Vash food-obsessed, dorky, clingy, insecure and oblivious. Meanwhile Nai is very clever and perceptive and handsome and perfect and amazing with his super cool powers, just like Rem said. But she didn't actually mean anything to him.

It's conspicuous that he also doesn't actually talk at all about poor Tesla and tries to dismiss her significance ("she was but a grain of sand in the desert of their misdeeds" is a banger line, by the way; the English localisation is always excellent but goes off as the series draws to its climax, and it don't stop 'til the credits roll on the finale). These are the rare points you can find honesty in anything Knives says: via what he omits.

You have to keep in mind throughout this entire sequence that besides the geranium petals and Vash cuddling Rem in the fields of geraniums, Knives is in control. This is his world, and these are his memories that he's using to infiltrate and tear Vash's memories apart. It's not objective - there's no context, for one - nor is it complete. Vash's perspective is absent.

It's actually a bit surprising how rarely Vash's voice comes through in the series. From what I can tell it's mostly Knives's perspective that's assumed.

But oh yes, Knives knows all about the Punisher. He built the Eye of Michael, after all, and Dr. Conrad works for him. Rollo crying out to Vash for salvation that he never received probably came from Dr. Conrad, as well as that it was Wolfwood in the end who killed Monev.

And here we are at last. The dreadful cost and hidden purpose I mentioned all the way back in Part I comes due. Wolfwood's purpose, the poison lacing Knives's helpful gift. He's the viral shell carrying Knives's infection. Because Vash opened his heart to Wolfwood as a friend, he also opened it to Knives.

And so, from the inside, Knives begins inexorably to devour his brother alive.

Knives-the-person wearing the Punisher's face to fire Punisher-the-weapon and kill Rollo/Tonis, the child Vash couldn't save, is his most perfectly constructed and vile feat of manipulation below I did it all for you./Everything I did was for you. It has an almost perversely admirable precision.

Silly Vash. Did he think he'd made a friend in the Punisher? Brought out the goodness in him? The Punisher is a monster, a killer, a weapon and what's more, one who was always being wielded by Knives. He betrayed you; he isn't a good man and he'll never change because humanity never learns. Just like Knives told Vash all those years ago. Was it really "Wolfwood" who Vash loved, or was it only the part of him that was shaped by his real brother? (It's the former because Vash clocked him from the start and could tell Wolfwood never wanted to be the Punisher, but even if Knives wasn't gleefully monologuing he'd never hear it. I hate how much he's enjoying this.)

Everywhere you turn, Vash, and no matter far it is you run, I'll be here for you because I love you. (I won't let you get away.)

How foolish you are, little brother, to have your hopes kindled because you "saved" a monster. One only lives if another dies - and a monster would rather die. You should let it happen. It's a necessary sacrifice. It's mercy. Death is a wonderful thing. (Death is a mercy Tesla never received. And perhaps still hasn't.)

You're too weak to give it to them. That's why they'll never love you as I do. You make the false promise that is hope for salvation, and inevitably you fail to fulfil it, and they will always turn upon you in their despair. (I am the only one who will protect you.)

There is a single promise that you can always keep. Your real purpose. The reason you exist. What a weapon is for. Have mercy. I will wield you. You need not continue to suffer. Don't fight. Submit. Give yourself to me. Let go. Unleash your power.

By the way, literally every single one of the things he's using to heap blame on Vash is Knives's fucking fault and he is the worst brother ever of all time forever and ever amen. And a liar. Knives can never forgive humanity, he says, because only he loves Vash enough to protect him from humanity. Even a human's love, he says, is a leash; contingent upon Vash's charm and usefulness and indistinguishable from hatred...

Knives either lives on opposite planet or he's secretly human.

And still. And yet.

I pity him.

(Okay. We're in the home stretch now, guys - and believe me, I deeply appreciate your support - but you might want to brace yourself.)

(Part I)

(Part II)

(Part III)

(Part IV)

(Part VI)

(Part VII)

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Frenchie Would Include...

Request: Hi, May I please request some headcanons of what dating Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death) would include, please? Thank you so much!! 🖤

Of course my darling, here you go!!

Warning: a little strong language! Also I wrote this at 3 a.m. so it may be unintelligible 🏳️‍🌈

(I do not own OFMD or any of its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @crucifiix.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Lmao love a bit of fanfiction about Frenchie big fan

You are 100% the only other crew member, or the only other anybody in fact, that Frenchie allows into his room. Far too many times have you been caught sitting side saddled over Frenchie’s lap by Wee John Feeney, stroking the bottom of his beard and giggling as the two of you bump foreheads and continue talking shit about the newly crowned ‘Dizzy Izzy’ (during a rough patch in the storm that had raged earlier that night, he had accidentally tumbled after a large pitch into Lucius’ lap, and by golly was he not letting anyone forget about it.) Wee John just sighs, walking straight back out and letting the door slam shut; the last thing you can hear as you try to stifle your laugh against the side of Frenchie’s neck is him calling you ‘the weirdest eejits’ he’s ever met. Neither of you are really paying attention though: your lips managed to accidentally rub against the tip of Frenchie’s collar bone, one of his more ticklish points, and the man was too busy apologising and trying to give you a hand up after accidentally flinging you to the floor.

After a lot of coaxing, a lot of fake pouting, and a lot of pecking forehead kisses to try and convince him round to the idea, he does eventually get used to the idea of you sleeping over as well! I feel like Frenchie is definitely a ‘leg over you like a mossy log that’s been stuck in a marshy bog for hundreds of years and hasn’t moved an inch in that entire time’ kind of sleeper. Like, the man is so tall that on your single shared bed you’re lying properly on it as the bottom layer, and then Frenchie is playing a game of Tetris with his limbs over you during the night. Usually it ends up with his head dipped down and tucked up all neat and cosy against the side of your cheek, his snores resonating loudly enough through the walls of the ship that they could have invented the foghorn right there and then, and his left leg splayed completely over your midriff.

If you get too uncomfortable and give him a shove he will eventually roll over and curl up like an armadillo so you can spoon him though. That is, if one of you hasn’t managed to shove the other out of the bed first - it’s a common occurrence for Wee John to wake Frenchie up from where he’s half lying under the bed, but even though he’s got aching shoulders from spending half the night rolling about the wood he’s still all smiles and doe eyes at you when he sees you’re awake too. Like a Jack in the box, he pops up over the side of the bed with a smile bright enough to make even the crystal dawn of the sea pale by comparison, and presses a kiss against the tip of your nose before skipping off. He’s so sweet your honour I actually cannot with this man.

Sometimes he likes to talk before the two of you fall asleep. Before he’s splayed out like a starfish, the two of you lie in the cot side by side and just fiddle with each other’s fingers on the pillow. Noses close enough to rub against each other if you dared to move a hare and legs pulled up in a half-sit so they can rest familiarly against each other, Frenchie relishes and relaxes in the knowledge that there’s someone on this ship that will know his story. That there’s someone left in the world that’s even willing to hear it, to care about him, and not just what he can do for them. There’s a poignant wistfulness to the air, to his words, so much so that from time to time he can’t even meet your eye. He still always flashes you that shy, optimistic smile from time to time, but you can see the past in the wrinkles of his face every time he uncomfortably starts to recoil when you press your palm to his cheek.

Not going to lie, he may not be a visual artist to rival the mastery of Lucius, but you can bet your sandy ass that Frenchie has pinned up the walls some doodles he’s drawn of you in his spare time, with parchment that he tore out and ‘borrowed’ from Stede’s diary. When Stede collected the crew on the deck a few days later and had a ‘team meeting’ about why stealing was wrong, Frenchie gave a very convincing shrug and ‘it wasn’t me’ frown when Stede asked who had taken the paper. I mean, he was always bound to find out, and when he did stumble into Frenchie and Wee John’s room the next afternoon to borrow his lute (he was planning to write a song for Blackbeard to convince him he was more of a catch than Calico Jack don’t even ask), he only smiled fondly and shut the door when he spotted what his diary had been used for. (And secretly hoped that Ed wouldn’t find his own doodles of him in said diary lmao.)

Oooh, can you imagine how lovely it would be to stumble through Stede’s secret tunnel and to go sit out by unicorn figurehead with Frenchie?? Just the two of you, feet swinging together through the planks, the swirling pockets of silver dancing over the warm tides and the comforting buzz of Frenchie’s voice as he sings for you. With your head resting on his shoulder, you’re too busy falling into a blissful oblivion to even notice that Frenchie’s stopped picking at the strings of his lute, and has instead set it down at his side. He’s found that a much better use of his time would be staring at you, so obviously, so fondly, so sweetly: as if dewdrops hung from his lips, ready for the northern dawn that only your splendour could bring.

Getting to tie that cute little cravat around his neck before the five of you jump ship to go to that fancy dinner party. Every time you try to loop the end of it back through he chases your fingers (to try and kiss them or bite them, you’re not entirely sure), but it does make the two of you burst out into another fit of giggles.

Although he has quite a sweet disposition, Frenchie is 100% ready to throw hands for you. The whole time he’s trying to crank up Oluwande’s ‘pyramid scheme’, he has one eye on the valuables being handed over and one trained solely on you. If any of the esteemed and highly respectable guests become a little too eager, coltish, agitated, Frenchie is straight on it. Before you can even knock their wig off, he’s grabbed your wrist and pulled you either behind his back or dragged you out to the hull with the sternest expression you’ve ever seen on his face. Either way, he’ll always put himself in the firing line of harm’s way first, if it means protecting you.

The two of you spend about 70% of your time singing together on deck. Frenchie’s jamming along with his lute, and you’re animatedly singing and dancing around him, often roping in Lucius to come do full body jigs or a ridiculing minuet Frenchie’s intensifying sea shanties. Since the three of you were supposed to be finishing Izzy’s order to mop the deck, he’s sitting cross legged on the helm behind your spinning bodies, with enough steam coming out of his crimson ears to drown the sky in thunderclouds.

During crew meetings he’ll just straight up wander in late and just... come up behind you and plop his chin down on top of your head. He won’t listen to a word of what’s going on either: too busy chatting with you, or with Jim, or fiddling with the rings on your fingers, or just trying to figure out if the stain on the ceiling looks more like an orange or a fish. To be honest he didn’t even realise it was a meeting until Stede asked him if he was paying attention - he just saw you and immediately came to seek out your heat (and also your hugs).

His love language is doing and making things with his hands, so instead of doing actual work to help out on the Revenge, he tries to craft for you. He sits by the mast, cross legged, and with his tongue sticking from the corner of his mouth in the uttermost form of concentration. He’s trying to remember how his ma taught him to thread a needle, so desperate to fix up your shirt properly after Spanish Jackie nearly tore the sleeve to shreds during your first meeting at the Republic of Pirates. Of course, you’ll eventually have to free him from where he’s managed to sew his shirt to his jacket (very well, might I add). He smiles all the while, leaning down to gently kiss your knuckles every time they bump up high enough with a new thread of the string to be within his reaching distance.

He likes to steal Wee John’s old hammock - he’s a big fan of having snuggled up naps on deck while Ed and Stede have stopped off at some new island and are busy off smooching on their foliage walks. 

Or, he likes to venture out sometimes too and see someplace new with the love of his life! Usually it’s just some slightly different variation of a beach, but this just allows him ample opportunity to perform his favourite activity: scooping up wet sand and hurling at you in a mock sand-ball fight. The two of you fly across the streaking honey-gold boughs of the winding branches of the strip, Frenchie rolling his trousers up and finally catching up to you between the torn crags and cliff edges. He jumps, flying full sail through the air until he’s knocked both of you to the ground. He tries to be all romantic and pretend he hasn’t just knocked the ever loving wind out of you. He leans over you, crawling his knees up between your thighs and slowly dipping down to kiss you, before getting bashed up the face by a huge tide and falling ass over teakettle backwards in sweet revenge lmao.

[k1rameki]

i think i need to expand on my losergirl ayana agenda bc lord have i become hyperfixated (buckle up bc i have gone absolutely insane over this) (this might also end up becoming a hc dump uh oh) (also bear in mind thanks to all the recent art ive been seeing of her ive been on a real ayana kick when it comes to ships n shit so yeah some hcs with the other characters imma mention can be interpreted romantically too teehee) (and also!!! more general ayana hcs too :333 i have a cavity in mein cranium that can only be filled with soft ayana content)

also quick emoji keys for dialogue i may add for this ^_^

🎸 - aldryx

🩻 - tabi

🔻- ayana

🎧 - dalia

📼 - agoti

some of the many reasons i believe ayana is an absolute girlfailure is her complete and utter failure in her previous relationship/s (I SAY THIS BC SHE PROBABLY HAS BEEN IN A FEW THAT HAVENT WORKED OUT LONG BEFORE SHE MET BOYFRIEND,, also shes just awkward as hell but thats a story for anotha time)

NOT ONLY THAT BUT HELLO??? she appears so calm and collected whenever shes engaging in simple conversation but internally shes freaking out and she has no idea where anything is gonna end up going and often times she can and she WILL let stupid things slip out of her mouth and immediately she regrets it

and let me tell you this she gets more and more pathetic and losery around dalia,, this woman is in LOVE (hence that stupid doodle i made where aya's just freaking out over the slightest bit of affection given to her) (looks like she might have abandonment issues sorry what)

IN FACT. GIVING PHYSICAL AFFECTION TO EVERYONE. SHES ALL FOR THAT SHIT,, hugs, kisses, stroking hair, you name it, this girl is a massive cuddlebug you cant convince me otherwise

i mentioned my pastry chef ayana hc in passing but i'm gonna fully expand on that now: SO. also aya family hcs bc people should talk ab that but ayana's dad is a chef (no specific speciality, but he does make a lot of baked goods) and growing up she would often mirror what he does and that eventually led to her practicing and honing her skills! :D (she also studies culinary arts at college teehee) ALSO!!! she brings all sorts of baked goods she makes over for all her favourite people to enjoy constantly whether that be cookies, pastries, cakes, all of that yummy stuff

despite being an absolute loser girlfail idiot she can jam on the bass like its no tomorrow. IM TALKING ABOUT SLAP, FINGERPICKING, YOU NAME IT, SHE CAN DO IT ‼️‼️ here's an example of the bass playing style i had in mind for her, very energetic and fluid heuehehehehehe

SPEAKING OF (and this ties in a little with my band au) and whenever she drops an epic bassline everyone just stops and stares at her totally being in the zone

🔻: –casually having the time of her life playing a bassline like theres no tomorrow–

🎸: "yo holy crap aya where has this energy been this entire time"

🔻: "huh what do you mean"

HAIR EXTENSIONS!!! ive talked about this on discord before but ayana with naturally shorter hair so she wears hair extensions! (also bc gender euphoria but shhhh)

i also believe that aldryx and tabi had zero idea that she wore them and just believed her hair was naturally long. this is how their conversation went trust;

🔻: " hey guys ^_^"

🩻: ".....did you cut your hair?"

🔻: "no? my hair has always been short"

🎸: "IT HAS??!!??!!??! 😨 I THOUGHT YOUR HAIR WAS JUST REALLY LONG"

🩻: "ME TOO— jesus christ my life is a lie"

🔻: "theyre hair extensions not the holy grail calm down 😭😭😭"

AND NOW THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT AYANA INTERACTING WITH THE OTHERS, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO MY AGOTI/AYA DUO HC BC HELLO romantic or platonic these two are fucking adorable, the loserboy + losergirl pairing ever frfr (also bc i hc that theyre really close in age bc iirc ayana's birthday is january 28th so that would make her around 3-4 months younger than agoti to me at least teehee)

those two gossip about anything and everything and every single night they do each other's hair n spend time doing full fledged spa routines while talking shit about anyone and everyone bc theyre high maintenance as hell and take pride in their combined collection of bazillions of good smelling bodywashes and shampoos

🔻: "oh my god, goti i cant believe i forgot to tell you about some crazy interaction i had with someone earlier today i swear its driving me crazy"

📼: "BITCH AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME SOONER? YOU'D BETTER START FROM THE BEGINNING I NEED DETAILS IN FULL"

🔻: "OKOK SO WHAT HAPPENED WAS—"

also she works as a seamstress in her spare time when she's not doing music or baking ^_^ she often uses her expertise to create some outfits (with the help of sketches done by either tabi or agoti) and often has trouble finding someone to be her muse so she often gets dalia to help

she takes this VERY seriously by the way if she hears a singular complaint she will go insane

🎧: "how long is this gonna take 😔😔 my arms are getting sore babe i cant stand like this for much longer"

🔻: "dee i love you but i swear to god if you say that one more time i'm going to stab you with this needle until your arm is red and swollen BE PATIENT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭"

🎧: "😀😀😀😀😀 youre gonna WHAT"

also. shes got a BIG sweet tooth — she and tabi bond over sweets and trying all sorts of new things together, especially chocolatey things bc theyre both obsessed with chocolate anything

🩻: "aya i went to the store and i found this wafer cake thing and i thought you and i should try it"

🔻: "TABI THAT LOOKS DELICIOUS OMG go grab two spoons right now you and i are eating all of this right now"

🩻: "OKAY SURE :] i can already tell this is gonna taste good"

also sometimes she forgets to eat proper meals and will consistently only have sweets and snacks all day until someone calls her out on it, shes very forgetful, oopsies!

[bytedykes]

What is ORV actually about? I assumed that it was like... A modern psychological thriller with a bit of queerbait, but now I'm seeing your posts and reblogs tagged ORV that are all kinda surreal and fantasy type stuff, I feel like I saw the word isekai a couple times? So what is ORV actually?

ok i have been sitting on this ask for a few days bc i. have no idea where to even begin trying to explain what orv is about

here's a post by tumblr user ot3 that does a better job of explaining orv than i ever could. below the cut is MY attempt at an orv summary

"what is orv actually about?" this is a wonderful question. i don't know. i did nothing but read this novel for 2 weeks straight and i could not for the life of me tell you what orv is "about"

the thing about this book is that if you're reading it, it makes perfect sense. the events are linear. there is a bunch of mindfucky bullshit BUT it all happens in a relatively straightforward way. i understand orv perfectly. but at gunpoint, could i put the events in chronological order? no. pull the trigger

ok. orv is about a salaryman named kim dokja who has the most uninteresting boring life in the world. this is a lie. he does nothing but go to his job he's about to get fired from, eat convenience store kimbap, and read webnovels. he reads a specific webnovel (twsa) that has been updating daily for 13 years straight. he has been reading it since he was 15 through his entire adult life

twsa is about the apocalypse, starring protagonist yoo joonghyuk. the day kim dokja reads the last chapter and eagerly awaits the epilogue to be published the apocalypse happens. exactly like in the webnovel. now armed with a .txt file of twsa and his autism superpowers he navigates the apocalypse trying to reach his ideal ending

orv, for lack of better term, does not take itself very seriously at times. frequently, even. at least half of the major plot points are comprised of complete bullshit. every few chapters i had to put the book down and go "no fucking WAY is this actually happening" but it was! it was happening every time! its hysterical!

orv is also extremely meta. every time you think "ok it cannot possibly get more meta, this is it, this is the peak" ur wrong. u are wrong every single time until the very end of the epilogue. it can ALWAYS get more meta. orv is 100% the most meta thing i have read in my life

on top of all this, pretty much anything you can think of has happened in orv. "orv is a book about everything" while an exaggeration, this is true. it really fucking is. it has everything in it. you know that poem by shel silverstein, "everything on it"? that's what reading orv is like

it tackles many serious topics (such as: loneliness, the desperate desire to connect with other people combined with the inability to allow yourself to be loved, finding the things that push you to keep surviving) and many topics that are. not that (such as: "what if a dumpling had a face how would that work", "what if gay people were insane and not even friends", "what if a guy was so autistic his brain started eating people", "what if a monkey was actually 4 monkeys" and more such things. wouldnt that be fucked up)

orv definitely. yeah. surreal and fantasy type stuff is a very appropriate descriptor. a modern psychological thriller is... also appropriate i suppose. "a bit of queerbait" is NOT appropriate because orv is built on queerbait but not in the sense of it being baiting. in the sense of it being canon but unsaid. like its not canon. but it is. its canon and it is constant. there is an archangel that ships said queerbait she is a proud yaoi supporter. this is a real thing i am not making up

on top of that insane queerbait. there is insane polycule bait as well. like i need you to understand that while its not "canon" in the traditional sense of the word it IS real and it IS on screen and it IS as explicit as it could actually be without it actually being, you know, explicit. it literally makes me feel insane

ISEKAI. RIGHT. im not really familiar with isekai as a genre so take this paragraph with a grain of salt but orv is more of a reverse isekai? the fantasy world comes TO the "real" world. however there are in fact multiple isekais-within-the-isekai later on. multiple types of them even

anyway orv is also heavily based on the theme of stories and like. god i hope you've read ot3's post because im sure they explained it better. its a very theme-heavy piece of media where the rules of the world aren't based on logic but based on how they can further the themes. its very intricately constructed and like

it will blow your mind. god. i dont even know what im saying anymore. its good is my point it is so fucking good. orv changed me. it is a very hopeful piece of media and i am sure that rereading it will devastate me even harder than it did the first time

TLDR: orv is an insane long book about literally everything and at least half of those things are complete bullshit but are incredibly integral to the plot. somehow. it is very worth reading and will change ur life forever

[lxrd-ren]

Predictions For The Among Us Tonight:

Bad + Foolish will deem the other suspicious first chance they get regardless of who the imposter is (if either of them are the imposter at all)

Baghera will probably sus out the imposter nearly every round based off mainly how people act (although she'd probably keep quiet if its someone like Jaiden. However, she'd 100% snitch on Forever)

Cellbit + Roier either never kill each other and they don't snitch on the other OR they kill the other one immediately

Jaiden is a good crewmate and actually gets her tasks done (and discoveries 70% of the bodies)

Forever would probably try to trick the imposter in some way but may just end up accidentally making himself look suspicious

Fit always keeps a good eye out and as a result is most likely to call out if someone vented (and then call them out on their bullshit if they try to lie about it)

Tazercraft would stick together like glue and since they're always together its near impossible to get rid of them as they always have the other as an alibi / always have the other to report their body

Tubbo I feel like would wander a lot around the map and just be very suspicious in general

Maxo would probably camp cams (aka Sofia) but he's nearly always dead first

Etoiles might act as a bodyguard to people (but a seriously really good imposter as he's almost never caught)

Philza would be suspicious of anyone and everyone and most likely to call a meeting

Slimecicle would try and get his tasks done but ends up dead (more specifically in electrical) half the time

Quackity would probably accuse nearly everyone at some point (so even if he legitimately sees someone kill / vent, hardly anyone believes him)

Antoine I feel like would also try to trick the imposter but more in a 'I will stalk them until they do something suspicious' way

Aypierre gets his tasks done but is suspicious of everyone so he's likely to be accused of faking tasks

Missa probably gets stuck on the card task and accidentally had a really good alibi because of it

Felps would just chill around the ship (maybe just hangs out in electrical) but is a good imposter usually because no one suspects him at first

I won't include anyone else as I don't know anyone else that well enough. Baring in mind no hate to anyone at all, besides, I haven't seen any of them play Among Us so this is going off vibes mainly lol

Bonus:

Cucurocho is voted out first every single time

[latetothegameds]

Idk if you still feel like chatting and getting ask but i want to say I just absolutely adore your fics so much. Like I have reread them so many time and yet I still can not get bored like HOW DO YOU DO IT. Be it the characterisation and interactions ( my fav part ngl) or the porn it's just great all around LIKE OMG I am a DOG and I am FEASTING upon your writing everytime you upload something and EVEN THE THINGS I THINK I WONT ENJOY I END UP ENJOYING. HOW DO YOU DO THAAT

My favorite fic of yours HAS to be "All I Refuse" but i love all your fics in general. Your interpretation of the characters is god tier and your maxwil is even higher than!

I love your maxwil so much, you portray them so fucking well and it makes me go rabid each and every time. ITS JUST SO PERFECT. You write them the perfect amount of always fighting but still knowing theres a moment to be serious and a moment to be arguing, you can actually make them have some real fights and yet still get back together, you manage to portray the deep trust they have in each other in a way that doesnt make them just immediatly fluffy 24/7 because they still struggle with so many things and its just so normal to them they stil manage to me enamoured in each other your maxwil is probably amongst the first things that got me to fall in love with the ship.

And it's not just how you write characters that is genius, the way you write in general is. I love how you can manage to make the characters still speak into other languages without throwing me out of the story, the way other characters will answer to what was said in english so that even if you dont know exactly what was said you still have enough of the idea to not need to go to google translate for each and every sentence, the way you manage to know exactly when to and when not to translate in brackets, your clever use of words! English is not my first language and S&M is clearly not the easiest to read at all times due to the complicated language used sometimes and yet your writing makes it so easy to read it without needing to go to google search up what each and every single word means ( be it thanks to the way other characters react to the word or willow or some other character asking what it means )

I love your writing so much I'm really happy you decided to do shaking off the rust because I don't need to wait months upon months to see more of your stories anymore LOL ( this is a joke, take your time with s&m because I know it will be amazing each time! (But not too long! I need to know what happens next LOL!) )

But yeah love your stuff, too bad s&m is too tangled up with tickle porn for me to share it with any of my friends lmao ( they're just cowards who can't accept fine porn smh )

-Clam ( Sorry no pun this time!)

-Coconuts Live And Mine inthecaves

IT'S CLAM IT'S CLAM IT'S CLAM

Thank you so much for all your kind words! Honestly, I just kind of. . .write and see where it goes, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. I'm truly grateful for everyone that likes my writing - I never imagined people would actually enjoy it!

All I Refuse is actually one of my favorite fics, and I'm really proud of it. Not gonna lie, I love a good sappy wedding fic (even though it's less sappy and more just Maxwil arguing the whole time).

I didn't realize you weren't a native English speaker - could've fooled me! I'm always impressed by the amount of international readers I have, it makes me wish I actually spoke more languages so I could better communicate with you all. All of you are so good at English! I could never be that fluent.

Yeeeeeah. . .Smoke and Mirrors was supposed to be a self-indulgent one-shot, hence why it's so raunchy. It's kind of embarrassing to be honest 😅 But people seem to like it, so I guess I'm doing something right? I hope?

Thank you again, Clam! Hope to keep seeing you around ❤

[kidfoundonstreets]

okay uhm the scarf guy and the pigtsail guy from yttd . and charlotte and lime from wh. and uhhhhhhhhh anyone from cinderella game

head in hands HIAAIIEY HYEHEYEH HAII ROBIN <333!!! TAHNKYOU please know the opffer is pen for you anytime.. anywhere.. smooches your forehead okay so i like the pgistial and scarfie scarf guy because theyre so fcuked up ina ll of the ways. i like how they make me wanna throw up and shove my head inside a sewer while inhaling fanfiction of them like toxic gas. that aside the angst and to put it simply fucked up potential in their dynamic is what draws me to them, i enjoy how complex it could be - your abuser could love you but not in all the right ways, it could exist, shin and how they care about one another with the idealistic frankly obsessive posessive view midori has with him as well like the cut scene of him c rying over shin HELLOOO?? anyway theyre silly to me. guy who lives in your house is also your roomammte old friend bestie lover worst person you know etc jerk weird weird satrange weird. i could write a lot more if it was speciifc but im very bad with words sooaoaahahdhwh <3 oh and gore chalrtotoe and lime are also one of my fav dynamics yesss horrible yuri. chalrotte never wnating to give up on lime while lime has al;ready given up for any sort of proper undertsnaidng she craves bwteen them, heyre friends but one wants more while the other doesnt, it doesnt even have to eb romantic it just hurts because charlotte was all by herself or maybe just singled with the others apathy toward semotions so seeing lime full of emotion and passion and pain who could get chalrotte probably also ironically struck a chord in her - and shes always worried for her, like she might go too far, and when she does she just starts crying. thats the good shit. a hoepless ending a hopeless dynamic but they kiss sometimes in my brain to make it worse. perfect. that cinderlelal game ,, ,,,, !! oh god please dont stirke me here IM SO EMABRARSED i dont have any ships in that game so ill go on with that xoxoxoxoxooxox dorpelts one ive been playing ! i really like how with shiloh theres this fake "is this true is this not" with him, you never really know and thats what the fandom loves about him whcih i agree its an addicting type of thang, and even in the end its not completely clear. all we relaly get is that its sure at least that he does value jb at least a ltitle or see her as of value, as she does end up consistnetly vomplimented talked to and by his side through the end. he cant have a verison of hismelf that isnt manipulative, long gone, and you need to accept that. theyre awful divorce. i cant get enough of it. jbs overflowing confidence and shiloh right beside her like a dog with a knife, begging for any sort of scraps because hes a liar. a mnaipualtor. like jeoekr! or kokcichi . ezxcept hes actually good . can you imagine it. ironically hes probably the most untrustworthly one there becausre atleast the others say what theyre thinking. shiloh is a mixed bag and every word has at least a little bit of a truth and lie to it.

ut thats how they like eahcother and its fun interesting we arnet here for a long time we're here for a fun time for nate it givess a bit more of a genuine perspective, im not used to jb being comforitng or nice tbh lol. but its clear that they atleast fiteachother even if jb isnt the nicest one for him - i think shes the only one who can keep up with his intense moods and issues stacked on him and his rough exterior. hes honestly a pretty decent guy if you dont piss him off whcih is easy. closeness issues. commitment issues. nothing is ever stable issues. i get it bro. the thing with all of these dynamics in this game is that they do somehow in a hilariously awful way is complete eachother, i cant say if any of them will end well but its obvious that theres chemistry in all of their interactions and i love love love this game. anyway i also relaly liked how with nate you dont kiss him at all and instead get a hug at the ened, its nice compared to shiloh who just goes along with everything and how jb is pulled to his wants at times (while with shiloh shes the one ofc usually taking all of the lead while hes the jester) - i think it really digs in how much he trusts her to go that extreme and vomit-inducing lengths at the end because he wants their kiss to be perfect qnd it isnt perfect right now. but hes ready to keep going because of this stupid bitch (jb). and i find that super sweet

[dr-lizortecho]

Tagged by @skloomdumpster this was so much fun!

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 -> don’t care either way

10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional

(For me this is also overall up in the air -again see kaliz mpreg fic- cause I read primarily in small fandoms and for rare pairs, in which you take what you can get)

Age Gap: -5

Okay, so you guys all know I LOVE a good age gap, however, the thing is nine times out of ten when this is tagged its because canonically there isn’t one and the author has chosen to create one for whatever reason. And generally those reasons aren’t to my taste. But obviously I’m all here for Max/Michelle, Clara and the Doctor, Delena and a million other options. I’m just not big into fan created age gaps- cause they generally mean the author is enticed by the age gap itself vs. the possibility within the characters dynamic.

Codependency: 0

At the end of the day this is one of my all time favorite tropes (Psychic Twins is my favorite rnm dynamic for a reason, lol). But the tricky thing is I’ll only want to read it for a dynamic that makes sense to me personally, cause at the end of the day I want the characters to feel untouched by the author and transplanted into the fic (with allowances for au’s actively altering them in believable ways! cause I love a good twist on a characters trauma and backstory that has them acting like a changling of their original self)

Enemies to lovers: 10/10

More like “antagonism” to lovers. This is my drug of choice. Like have them spit angry words at each other and shove each other into walls, ave them snarl at the realization they wanna fuck, make those little guys squirm uncomfortably at the very premise of finding that person enticing.

Enemies With Benefits: 5/10

See above. Depends on the rest of the tags and general vibe of the fic, cause adding complicated sex rituals can elevate or ruin the dynamic.

Fake Dating/Relationship: 10/10

I will click through to the fic every. single. time. (Given it’s a pairing I’m at least intrigued by). But if for whatever reason the set up doesn’t appeal I’ll forlornly walk away. But hey! It’s like antagonism to lovers, but less “we’re arguing but now- hey, we’re close…” and more “forced intimacy and now the lines are blurred and I don’t know what’s real anymore” always a banger.

Found Family: No.

Okay, so if this is tagged and it’s not like an addition to “hey, this is a platonic work” it’s a solid-hard-forever-no. Because the author is telling me, and I get to decide what is a family.

Friends To Lovers: 5/10

Really depends on if it fits the ship and of course the other plot pieces.

Friends With Benefits: 10/10

Not gonna lie I really do like a messy/sexy situation that involves the characters spiraling about their emotions and feelings. And this trope does some of the best groundwork for that emotional atmosphere.

Hurt/Comfort: 0/10

Not generally my cup of tea, however, if it’s tied to canon events I’m intrigued, or paired with some other fun tag/idea.

Love Triangle: No.

Generally this exists with vitriol against a character (usually a woman :/ or coc) even when it doesn’t this is the least inspired way to get drama and emotion out of the characters, I no doubt already sat through it in canon, so unless there’s an endgame poly relationship tagged or it’s a pwp and a threesome it’s so far from my thing I’ll scroll right passed.

Mistaken/Hidden Identity: 9/10

I mean you don’t read Clex fic without enjoying that level of drama

Monster Fu… Relationship: 3/10

Depends on other tags/plot/character, cause I do love a good werewolf and/or vampire au (mermaids too!)

Obsession, Possessiveness, etc: -10/10

Just not my thing. Unless it’s designed to be a certain dynamic. Cause yeah, Joniz with this tagged feels right and natural- but not like Lizobel or something.

Opposites (like grumpy×sunshine, etc): 0/10

Another case of it has to already exist within canon and not being forced onto the characters.

Poly: 0/10

This tells me nothing the relationship tags didn’t already (sorry), so my brain will skip right on over it. I mean- I already expect to be reading a poly work if the fic is tagged Max Evans/Liz Ortecho/Kyle Valenti and if I’m not I’m gonna be soooo sad, but oh well.

Pregnancy: 0/10

Depends on length, focus and if it feels right for the characters.

Second Chance: 0/10

Depends on the rest of the tags. But generally I’ve seen it used for something that occurred off screen before the fic starts, which isn’t my thing.

Sex To Feelings: 1000/10

Yep! I mean I can’t fathom them not going hand in hand, imo there really can’t be a good sex scene without layers of emotion. It’s what my Demi-sexual ass is here for, seeing them be all emotionally vulnerable and compromised.

Slowburn: 10/10

Especially tagged with Friends to Lovers!!!

Soulmates: 3/10

Soulmate au??? Yes, I’ll consider it. The author telling me their opinion forcefully and that they don’t like multi-shipping??? Maybe not then.

No pressure tags @pleasantfanartist @theamazingcameronblack @spcecowboyyy @fiona-glenanne-westen @crepuscularqueens and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate count yourself tagged by me <3

[libidomechanica]

New objects of shadow as brittle penance me with it

A treochair sequence

               1

Desire? I know not forgive, that wealth, into an unseen rich all

these, whose washin; but sing against a dancing in the red rocks, although

greater was not made her so both ingratefulness for fear him ashamed!

And seeing connecting the chosen formless only was of one

forests his like an into the day; life confused not the vast excuse,

and failin’, and sufference court its end that forth by then disappeared

hymns, alas! I am curious not soothed, and teacup, he flat,

whenceforward of his desire? To keeper of Love! Eyes seem lost true

a passing hot you away to allow, but drift of the dark cup your

infrequence of she saw two year still I put in natures on stick a

single grace made himself, and Soldiers her alms from you know to this favour

of gold the churl. Thy cheeks with my state, has madmen’s circle-glory,

and is Soul? Briar Rose but Mercy change for not with sweet up-locked her

own with flowers: we the strings at neither Ben, and when her has lips were

was not directly should be���who are my love, forgot, my undered

and fail? Which obscure, and I dream a walking lyre upon me, O north

End, the heard, and china. The deadly sets for the lee-lang day the hollow;

let it broke like their due time within, suspicion now at thoughts, Prince

God, God will without theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary. At O lonesome wall.

               2

One can be brough time were in mee, of his gains she serious folds are

marry, but knows the sunbeams, and weary every soul’s try tempests ink

has a blance and breath rattle, meet expense my Tongue; and jail sends the breath’d

out the more. Effects loved, thou mad’st me, made one on the more will the loved

more the toilet lay; whereto the towers were you thy closde-vp sence

could floating, whilst I undefiled wine- spilith the who did in the

raingear with pleasant from the spray thee the three how tends, nor plant in

powerless do not by no coward sent. Let us get your eastern skies!

               3

Till voices turn Romeo boots. I know, or such sort as, thy errour

the whose beneath down under-ship like thee. My namelessed, even

soul has a winters, was nothing mine eyes, travel staving and abroad,

whether threshed. Gather’s chariots of cedar. We can still lovelines

above, in disable gales from fame wall. So shall never cares;

and yet, I dare sea would in the raging shores caughters of her Eyes&Ears

to teach the power of unthreshed hearts to walk humbled, she palace,

so charmes resists, where is treasure lessed hence at the brothers’ heart.

               4

From you have not still daily praise grave, and back again, but true a place,

how those the humble, snake, and every want to sang with God accept for

the nail is mistress mine arm, most day, shall love and e’en, since on thy gardens,

all them throw transferr’d. Controlling shut do I slowly, by the fair

as thy noble Government lie remote me to confirme into the

Lorelei. And pledge might each every hae actual’ being actual one

than when words, though tis a door wanted sae bonie Mary, that, that I always

washed contains, and his long far from Thee from the devil rules do suggest

mostly glimpse heroes there notes in-call; for Love’s comrade wall. Her breasts

are man’s hands are thy standing winter two breather bereavid, not to

be my kimmers exalt thou snare him if he might not do not, why wife

as must bed. Full the shade, a found his hand, yet woodland gazing; and some

scepter Venus to me you weep, whose ruled, circle-glory tone of time.

               5

With their magic sway! For the was an acre have ill an emeralds

breaketh: I soughts and his journeys he, when I will sinne without my hearth

by touch. However thy clear; Corinna envy I dinna envy

I did disting years ago. The lang nights oppression; but in the king

that love did star, enticing roes that thou there needs, which of garden, the

fatal web beloved is burther lived breast down on you see me

molehills of this. Should divers might the should spreads, waies, drop in fires in. I

ring? Luke Havergal, the could my veins? The occasion of death, a well

esteem’d. I pity may leave the look into her let it is East, by

atoms move the sin, as the went has gleams— in easterfully I ring?

[fivefeats]

2023 turtles... just like me fr. funny thing is i shipped bjyx even before i started watching cql and getting into mdzs, purely because i thought if SO many people were SO passionate about this RPS which has been the #1 CP for years (it’s something i’ve never been fond of, coming from an ex one direction stan... iykyk) plus neither parties have ever spoken up against it in homophobic china ... there has to be some truth to it.

i got into cql during some of the darkest times of my life, when the voices in my head were the loudest. if you’ve read mdzs, you can picture it to be similar to the screaming in wwx’s head when he pulled the sword out of xuanwu. i was aware of cql at its prime, in 2019 when everyone was talking about it. i was aware of the cursed wangxian fic, of the bxg vs mtjj fight that went viral last year. the thing about me is i tend to avoid trends when they’re, you know, trending. perhaps it can be attributed to my desire to be different, as cringey as that might sound.

then i picked up cql, because i was binging on cdramas as a coping mechanism and couldn’t find anything interesting enough to keep me watching over 2 episodes, also because cql has been in the lukewarm (?) part of my to-watch list ever since it hit big lol. call it a 5 out of 10 in terms of want-to-watch if you will.

so i watched cql, absolutely adore it, still having mdzs brainrot while finishing more adaptations (novel & audiodrama), spent hours each day eating years’ worth of candy every single day from cql promotional content to necklaces, learning kadian, reviving my weibo, etc.

and i basically concluded that bjyxszd. not gonna lie i had my doubts at first, eg: the numbers may very well be xzs and ybo messing with turtles’ heads, doing it to rile us up and for economic benefit, but once again. this is china we’re talking about, and if we’re going to talk numbers turtles aren’t /too/ significant compared to solos. along with other ... pretty unwashable/irrefutable candy. things that can’t possibly have a Heterosexual Explanation behind them.

god i’ve been in the fandom space since 2013 but let me tell you the feeling that bjyx fandom gives me is absolutely unparalleled. as a passive, passerby kpop stan i can say that being a bxg hits so different not only because of how c-ent works, but because of how discreet everything is. i’d akin it to... a painting, perhaps Starry Night. the cpns and candies somewhat remind me of the strokes of brown on the tree (?) on the left — they’re not very evident because the starry sky takes up a good portion of the painting, but when you pay attention to the cypress tree. you can see it right away, they have always been there. perhaps meant for most to overlook, and for some to fixate on.

not too long ago, a family member asked me what motivated me; what gave me the strength to live another day. the first thing i thought of was “mum will be sad”, and the second thing that came to my mind was 2026. that was when i realised that to a certain extent, bjyx had became an extension of my reason to live... like i’m talking Living Properly, not just simply existing as a zombie-like individual.

apart from not making my mum sad and owing it to myself to give myself the best experience being alive, i had wanted to live on for another day because to live for another 24 hours meant being 24 hours closer to the day where the possibility of bjyx having their happy ending bears fruit.

when the darkest times in my life had stripped my world of its colours and my heart was plunged into a void of pain, cql had pulled me out of the rut going on in my head, and bjyx showed me the loveliness of their world coloured in shades of green and red, albeit not my own. i guess that’s why bjyx means so much to me; it’s unorthodox, unwavering, and while personally i’m repulsed by the idea of having romantic love in my life  and i’ve given up on a happy ending in that department for myself, i’m still a hopeless romantic in nature. so the least i can do is to channel my love into supporting zz and web from afar, to the best of my capabilities.

god, i don’t chase after men, but i would jog a little to see them happy together.

It’s already 2023 and people are still crossing over to the bjyx fandom. sample comments from passerby under a bjyx video. hahahahahaha! tbh, you don’t even have to fully commit as a turtle because it is a lot. if you appreciate them as individuals, you are good in my book. but i love it when people are like — “i know there is something between them. 👀”

source.

[fireandspiceland]

Teacher au with teacher Switzerland and parent Austria would work too. He just knows Basch has been crushing on him since the first teachers-parents meeting and if he has to take advantage of it to make his son pass the Swiss' boring class, he will.

Switzerland would act all stern and horrified at first, probably threatening to report the situation to the principal or the police but we all know he's been (begrudgingly) dreaming of this since the beginning of the year.

I don't even ship it but somehow I had this scenario playing in my mind 🙈

I FEEL YOU ABOUT THIS I also don't really ship it but honestly?? Yes?? It works and I love it for them.

Switzerland: Do you want me to report this?! I'm going to do it!

Austria: Okay? Then do it (coward).

Switzerland: *continues to find excuses why he doesn't report it right away*

[pure-kirarin]

Bird in a cage - Shanks x f!reader + 18

A/N: Hello! I'm back with a smut I wrote for @goingmorry. I hope that you'll enjoy this very sinful one shot. I had fun with it, not gonna lie. It has very sensitive topics so procede with care.

Warning: vaginal sex - yandere - dub con - stockholm syndrome - marathon sex - creampie - manipulation - unprotected sex - overstimulation - dacryphilia.

Please don't read if you are uncomfortable with ANY of those warnings. I don't take responsibility if you decide to continue reading despite the warnings.

If you decided to read, please tell me your opinion in the comments. It really makes my day!

* * *

How long has it been? A day? A month? A year?

An eternity.

In the darkness of the room, you failed to decide on whether it was day or night. All you had left was your senses, sharpened after days of being confined in the cabin. Your hearing became that of a feline, detecting the chirping of a sparrow and making out distant steps. At eight, he checked on you and spoon-fed you like a bird that was unable to subsist on its own. He did the same for all meal times, at twelve and at nine, making sure that you never missed any, almost with some twisted fatherly care. How ironic, that he needed to control even that. And all you could do to show your resistance was to press your lips together as a way to protest. But you knew that it was best not to struggle against your restraints. Yet it was tempting, enticing even, to meet his gaze with your head up, to stand up to a yonko—you, a fragile hatchling in the palm of his hand. He had patience, lots of it, and at times it was hard to know what he was thinking of, if his hands wanted to pleasure you or to break your bones.

How did I end up this way? You wondered. Memories got mixed up in your head like smudged pastel colors on a canvas, merging into one nauseating and damp gray paint. It seemed to you that you were no longer the same innocent girl that had stepped onto his ship. It seemed to you that all ambition you had when you joined him, all faith, all hope, had deserted your weak and awakened body. Yes, because you once had ambitions, idealistic ones for sure, but still, you had hopes and dreams. You’d never thought that things could get this way. Your body trapped under his, ready to obey, trained to respond to every single touch of his fingers as on command.

You wanted to escape political conflict in your home island; you couldn’t contain your happiness when the Redhead pirates offered to take you to your next destination. It was a dream come true, the work of fate, you naively thought. And it was indeed the work of fate, but that fate was tragic, mean, an ironic fatality. You slipped between the fingers of a tyrant to fall into the arms of another.

Sweet and innocent, daisy-fresh (Y/N) crushing hard on the redhead captain was rewarded with what she had asked for and even more. But be careful what you wish for. Words of wisdom always make sense afterhand.

At ten came your torment. Your most delicious and sweet torment. By five past ten, he had already possessed you. Both mentally and physically. And you felt shame to feel this way, shame when you spent feverish nights imagining those same fingers on you, in you. And yet now you were playing hard to get? Any other woman would have dreamed about being in your position, hell, you had wishful dreams about these days. Dreams where he possessed you and made you his, yet now, all you could feel was a lingering desire to weasel out of the embrace that imprisoned you.

Today was no exception.

“How is my sunshine doing tonight?”

You could feel his presence before he even stepped foot in the cabin. His conqueror Haki never failed to make you stumble, needing to sit down. The lantern in his hand partially enlightened his silhouette, black eyes reflecting the dancing flame akin to Satan himself. His red hair only added to the inferno with its crimson color, similar to that of fresh blood. Your muscles clenched when you heard his voice, face wincing at the way his eyes devoured your body as if you were a prey. You instinctively closed your fists on the fabric of your pearly white nightgown.

Your silence didn’t discourage him. He put the lantern on the desk next to the bed and got closer. The sound of his steps was deafening to your sensitive ears, your heart raced in your rib cage so hard that you were scared to see it roll on the floor. His fingers, burning hot on your ice cold skin, sent a shiver down your spine. He held your chin up, as if to take a closer look at your face and examine it. His thumb rubbed your lower lip in a loving gesture. You parted your lips and closed your eyes instinctively, it felt to you that if you opened them, you’d get sucked into the void.

“I want to go out” you pleaded “please, I want to go out. Just once. I beg you.” You whispered, words oozing out of your throat with difficulty.

“No, you don’t.” His words were gentle but firm, warm and welcoming, screaming ‘I know better’ and your mind was trained to believe.

“Open your eyes, doll, look at me, I want to look at your pretty doe-eyes.” Suave, exquisite words rolled off his tongue like salted caramel. You opened one eye then the next one as if scared to get burned. He loved the delicious helpless look in your eyes. It only made him more convinced that you couldn’t possibly exist, that you couldn’t even breathe without him. A needy and precious little bird that even sunlight would burn. He couldn’t let that happen. He tapped his knee with his hand and you knew what it meant. Your legs took you to his lap, you rested your head on his shoulder, cheek against the black cape, tears pearling in your eyes.

“I’m tired. I want to go out.”

His hand caressed your hair and you relaxed under the man’s touch. “Shh” he whispered, and tears stopped rolling on his cape.

“Don’t cry, angel, I’ll keep you safe with me. I had a very tiring day, but all I could think of was meeting you tonight, how you’d feel against me, how pretty you’d look under me.” He murmured, you felt him instantly get harder through his pants. It happened immediately, as if your bodies naturally responded to each other in an animalistic way, as if you were the charcoal and he was the fire.

“Shanks,” you mewled. “I beg you, I just want to go out...Just to see the crew, just for an hour, or even half an hour. I want to.” You begged and pulled away from him, locking your teary eyes into his own, lashes fluttering in an effort to convince the emperor.

“No,” his answer was firm and for a fraction of a second, you could’ve sworn that it was anger that was mirrored in his eyes. But then he regained his soft and protective look, his fingers brushed against your cheeks making you almost jerk away from his touch. “You just have to wait for me like a good girl. I don’t want anyone laying their eyes on you and having thoughts about you. Tell me what you want and I’ll have the whole world at your feet, birdie.”

But would it really matter when you were imprisoned? At this point you knew that your fate was sealed and that you couldn’t reason with him. You felt frustrated, you felt his larger body caging you, almost asphyxiating you. And yet, your heart was beating faster, your thighs were tightening around him, your nipples hard against the silky fabric.

His sexual presence was so strong, reducing you to a ragdoll that he had total control over. A surge of desire ran through your veins when he pressed his hungry lips against your temple, kissing it tenderly. You trembled under his touch, after days and maybe months of training, he tamed your body in such a way that you became horny just by a simple brushing. Your senses were intoxicated by him; by his touch, by his taste, by his smell and by his voice.

He ran his tongue on the shell of your ear, making you moan softly. Your fingers laced in your tyrant’s hair. You needed him to be closer, you wanted to inhale the notes of saffron in his scent. Your body knew better than your head, and as much as you wanted to push him away, your fingers kept bringing him closer. You needed him like the drunkard needed his dram, and oftentimes his lips tasted like the finest of aged wines. You started to relax with his arm now snaking around your waist.

He kissed you open-mouthedly, as if he was the one that needed you. You moaned against his lips just as needily for him. And if you were tasting wine on his tongue, he tasted heaven on yours. He pulled your lower lip between his teeth then let go of it. You opened your eyes, looking at him under your lashes. Fuck, he was no human, his simple gaze made you lose all composure, drove you crazy and insane. His eyes were magnetic, hypnotic. You knew at this moment that you were trapped forever. But did you even care when you were pressed against his chest? All reason left your hazy brain, you tugged on his long cape.

“Touch me,” you urged between two kisses, desperately pressing your body more against his. He smiled a few centimeters from your mouth, pleased by your eagerness. What a good little girl, it seemed to him that he had taught you pretty well.

You didn’t have to say it twice, he detached his lips from yours and gently pushed you on the mattress. You let out a little gasp of surprise, arms lacing around his strong shoulders. You knew that you were fucked, both literally and figuratively. His hand slithered its way under your nightgown, lifting up the fabric to expose your naked body as if he was unwrapping a piece of candy. With shaky hands you took off the dress, leaving you only in white-lace panties. The dancing light of the candle made your body even more appealing to him, creating moving patterns on your skin. Your hands reached out for the collar of the cape, tugging on it to take it off.

“You look amazing babydoll, appetizing even.” His tongue ran over his lips as his gaze lingered on your curves. You had an urge to hide your chest, feeling his eyes on you like that made you feel even weaker. But you had to remember, he was your jailer and you were his hostage. You had to remember—but how could you when the man in front of you was the reincarnation of a God? Your fingers pressed on his chest as a vain and ultimate effort to protest.

“Shanks, please…” Your body wanted him and yet your mind still wanted to put up a fight. “I want to go out...I can’t take it any more…”

He smirked at the sight of you, so helpless under him, so fragile that he could break you with just a finger.

“But it seems to me that you want more, princess.” Wine-soaked words rolled off his tongue as he constellated your neck with kisses, sucking on the tender skin, marking his trajectory on your body. He lowered himself, head buried in your chest. He pressed his knee against your damp panties forcing a whimper out of your lips.

“No,” you breathed and he pressed his knee harder, instinct took over you and here you were shamelessly grinding your sex against him. And he smiled, the devil, with a satisfied grin, alining his lips with yours once again.

“Look at me and say that again.”

You turned your face to the side refusing to meet his eyes. But he was nothing if not patient, turning your face with a finger.

“Come on, look at me and say it. I’ll stop.” But to make it harder, his fingers replaced his knee. He started rubbing your clit in circles through the lacy fabric, slowly, painfully so. You bit your lower lip, tasting blood on your tongue, refusing to moan further. As much as you wanted to scream ‘No’ your body needed him and your legs opened automatically to welcome him.

He laughed at the cute show you were giving him, trying to collect your shattered pride. He didn’t understand why you were so obstinate. His laugh only made you more frustrated. You gasped when his pace got faster, hand on your lips trying to smother your moans.

“Go on darling, do tell me,” he encouraged. “It seems like your body knows what it wants.”

And when you expected it the least, his finger sunk into your pussy. “You’re so wet,” he commented, “you want this.” At this point you couldn’t control yourself anymore, your cunt was so sensitive and having even a finger inside made a wave of pleasure wash over you. But to your dismay, he kept putting it in and taking it out.

“Put it in, please…”

“I thought that you wanted me to stop.”

“It feels good,” you said in an attempt to justify your contradictory behavior.

His smile widened as he kept teasing you, switching the pace, stopping whenever you got closer to your release. You started pushing your sex against his fingers to get more pleasure but whenever you did so he pulled out completely, torturing you. You wondered how much self control he had, because his edging lasted for more than a dozen minutes. By then you were so soft and sensitive that just a breath against your cunt would’ve made you come. You started whining and crying, begging him to ease the fire that’s eating you inside.

He freed his cock from his pants, feeling it twitch against his palm at your sight. He welcomed your squeak of anticipation with a smile. You were just as hungry if not even more than he was.

“I knew your nature the moment I saw you on my ship,” he started, sliding his tip up and down your pussy, slowly. “I knew that you wanted me as much as I wanted you, it’s something natural, you know?”

You didn’t pay much attention to his words, totally absorbed by the pain and pleasure. You just wanted him to fuck your brains out, to put it in, to set you free from your lust for him. But he kept circling your clit with the tip of his dick, driving you insane, making you lift your hips desperately.

“Patience, angel,” the Devil spoke, “I don’t know whether I should fuck you or wait more, to be fair, I didn’t like it when you denied me. It’s not how good little girls should behave, am I wrong?”

“Please,” you begged, “I’ll be good for you.��� Your voice interspersed by moans sounded like a prayer to Satan’s ears. He ignored your pleading, continuing to rub his dick against your needy pussy.

“Of course I’m not,” he resumed, “good girls don’t lie, especially when the lie is so obvious and grotesque. Why would you lie to me? Did you think that I can’t feel how much you need me? Here, let me show you.” He pushed the tip of his cock inside of you, “you’re literally swallowing me in”, he pulled out, rubbing your juices on you with his cock, running it over your clit once again.

The frustration, the stimulation, his musky scent activating your senses, everything made you feel as if you were possessed by an incubus. You slid his shirt off his shoulders, nails digging into the skin of his back.

“I swear I’ll be good, please, fuck me, please. I want you.”

He ran his thumb on your trembling lip, not once did he look away from your face, your traits distorted in frustration and anticipation.

“Should I do it though? Or will you ask me to stop once again?”

You energetically shook your head. “I won’t, I swear I won’t ask for that anymore. Please,” you held his wrist with both hands and pressed your hips against his crotch. “Fuck me.”

“I will,” he stated, pleased with your neediness for him. “I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk anymore.” He pressed a kiss on your lips before burying his dick inside of you with one abrupt move. You let out a cry of surprise, having him inside of you made you instantly come around his dick. He groaned, feeling your walls clench on him.

“Such a desperate little mouse,” he scoffed, “who gave you the permission to come, hm? Well, it’s fine, because I’ll keep fucking you until you’re satisfied.”

You held onto his shoulders so you didn’t fall back on the bed. Your body was still so sensitive from coming just a few seconds ago, legs trembling, pussy throbbing, brain foggy from the pounding.

“So sensitive...stop, Shanks,” you implored him but he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down. He kept thrusting in and out of you harder until you came a second time screaming his name.

“You say that once again…” He came closer to your ear, biting on your lobe, “but you keep coming and coming...You don’t know what to think anymore, hm? But it’s fine, I know what you want and I’m going to give it to you.”

You didn’t know for how long it lasted and it seemed to you as if you had entirely blacked out for a few seconds, next thing you felt was his thumb stroking your overly sensitive clit while his dick brought you closer to heaven with each thrust. You kissed everything you could reach, pressing your lips on his jaw, then his clavicle and his shoulder, stifling your moans on his skin.

He felt himself get closer to his limit, his arm hooked under your leg bringing it over his shoulder, allowing him deeper access to your cunt. “You feel so good, angel,” he praised, groaning at the pleasant sensation of your pussy tightening around his length. With one last thrust he came inside of you, filling you to the brim, your nails leaving blood crescents on his broad shoulders. He stayed still inside of you as you hummed in satisfaction at the feeling of completion that his warmth provided you. And in this moment it seemed to you that you flirted with mania. You were the chosen one, how silly were you, wanting to escape from him, from a man that could have any woman he wanted at the snap of his fingers.

Your arms pressed him closer as if you wanted to crush your body against his, you felt safer on the Devil’s chest. You relaxed your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his enchanting fragrance: pink berries headnote, saffron heart note, and a lasting yet subtle patchouli base note. Sensual, spicy, charming, animalistic, and a myriad of other nouns befitting of the Emperor of the Sea.

“Go on, leave. I’ll set you free.” He pulled himself out of you as if he was pulling the key out of the birdcage’s keyhole. You looked at him with shock, here he was, offering you your last chance of salvation as his cum dripped off your pussy.

“I can’t,” you said with some bitterness to your voice, tears slowly rolling on your cheeks, eyes veiled by lust, by fear, by desire. You were marked and possessed by the Devil and you wanted the sweet agony, la petite mort. “I can’t leave now. I love you,” you pressed your lips on his scar, “I love you so much Shanks, I don’t want anything else, I want to lose myself in you.”

A soft blush colored your cheeks and his lips stretched, teeth slightly glowing like those of a wolf. “Good girl.” He praised and you leaned in his touch. He knew that you wouldn’t leave, he knew that your legs won’t hold your weight, that your body was far accustomed to his own in such a way that you wouldn’t be able to survive. Little birds that never learn to fly remain forever in the nest. His eyes trailed from your eyes to your pussy, the sight of his cum slowly dripping off you made his cock throb, getting instantly hard at the indecent sight.

“Fuck, we’ve gotta fix this.”

With a swift move he brought you closer, pulling one leg over his shoulder; you moaned when you felt his dick press against your entrance. You gave free reign to your desires, shamelessly screaming his name as he started thrusting into you once again. You let go of all restraints, focusing on the way his dick brought you to heaven’s realm. He was a demon, indeed, but you have now chosen a life of sin, completely abandoning yourself on his chest, enjoying how he filled you and fit so perfectly inside. With every thrust, with every kiss, with every bite on your skin you felt yourself closer to ecstasy. You clawed his back, marking him just as much as he marked you, trying to hold it together but letting go as you reached an umpteenth orgasm. He came shortly after you, filling your greedy pussy with his come once again.

“You did so well angel,” sweet words of praise enveloped your tired body as you let your back fall against the mattress, unable to lift your upper body. His fingers traced your jaw lovingly, drinking in the look of bliss on your face. You were his, entirely his, addicted to him, to his cock—he has succeeded, but when has he ever failed?

Judging from the chirping of the birds, it was probably close to dawn. Your voice sounded just like those needy squeaks of new-born little birds. “Don’t leave me,” you begged the fierce-eyed demon to not leave your side, “I want you,” you put your hand on his toned chest, tracing the muscles with your finger, “more of you, all of you, don’t leave me for even one second,” you cooed and his hand cupped your cheek resisting an urge to fuck you once again.

“I’ll come back.”

“When?” You looked at him with fear in your eyes, you didn’t even want a second without him, you didn’t want to think of what you just did, all you wanted was infinite pleasure where you didn’t have the time to question whether you did the right choice, ignoring that you he has never giving you the choice to start with.

“Tonight,” he punctuated his word with a kiss on your wrist, “and till then, keep it all inside till I come back.” He straightened himself, already getting dressed up. You looked at his form getting further from you and whined, lips pursed into a pouting expression.

“You better hurry then.” You smiled faintly before abandoning yourself to sleep, nerves giving up on you, accepting obediently the faith that you thought you had chosen, a holy expression of satisfaction on your face.

[bokettochild]

Oof, Nancy making me spill secrets here! Alright, I'm game!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently? 146, but I really need to move some stuff over there still (like 30 more fics) so that will be changing soon

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,166,802! My goal is to one day have Tolkien levels of words here one day!

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Published ones? 3: Avengers, HTTYD and LoZ, but its been years since I did anything for the first two. I've dabbled elsewhere, but let's stick with this. I didn't publish most of the other stuff on Ao3 anyways.

Top five fics by kudos:

Flight To My Heart, honestly, I think it deserves it. I can do better now in terms of writing skill, but this will always be a favorite of mine for story and soul

The Blood Between Us, I have no clue why, but it was my introductory work to the fandom, and has been here longest. Also, I guess I tagged a lot of stuff when I first published this one LOL

Pepper Me This, I genuinely don't know why this is here considering I barely remember it exists. It is crack though, and my crack does seem to be popular (not me searching my docs to remember what even happens in this)

Apples the Bunny, I'm happy to see this drabble set here! Bunny stuff always makes me happy, and I had no clue this would make the list!

Violet, and I'm not shocked at all. This has got to be one of my more well known pieces, and definitely worth it. It was a pleasure to write and I still make myself laugh with it from time to time!

Do you respond to comments?

I used to try to answer every single comment, but my Hylia it got hard after a while! I still try, but I am terribly behind!

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

He's My Son, or maybe Whiskey Lullaby? Just A Dream? They all have implied character death, but He's My Son always hurts so good!

Do you write crossovers?

LU as a whole is a giant crossover, but I've done SMASH x LoZ crossovers as well, and I won't lie, the temptation to try cross fandom content is very much there!

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Yeah. Long story short, it's what got A Bride For Hyrule's Prince discontinued. I still get grief on that one from time to time IRL. Most of my online commenters are pretty great though!

Do you write smut?

No.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I used to have a co-writer who'd try to convince me to let us combine works, mostly so she could take 'em over, but nothing got published, so no harm done. I learned a lot about boundaries from her though LOL

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not as far as I know!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Not much of a shipper, although I was a big Hiccstrid fan back in the day!

What’s a wip that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

The sequel to Shimmering Scales. My gosh, it has been three years and I still haven't gotten this thing off the ground, no matter how hard I try!

What are your writing strengths?

Characterization, dynamics, and most interactions.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Setting a scene and establishing characters. It's sort of why I'm writing fic rather than working on my novels T-T

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

It can be fun! As a reader, it makes it tricky if there's nothing in the scene to at least hint what they are saying, or a translation provided (translators aren't always accurate online) but I grew up reading books peppered with Pennsylvania Dutch, so it holds a charm for me.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Good grief, I think I was like 12? Redwall! It started my writing journey!

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Either Flight to My Heart or A Mother's Touch. FtMH, again, lacks a bit as far as execution goes, but the premise overshadows that in my mind. A Mother's Touch is more up to date with my skill now, and also charming, but simple in comparison to the rambling of FtMH. I suppose one is my favorite multi-chap and the other is my favorite one shot!

@silvercaptain24 @telemna-hyelle @anadorablekiwi @breannasfluff @secretlysheikah @squidos-goodies have a go if you're up for it!

Ao3 tag game!

THANKS @ragecndybars FOR THE TAG I APPRECIATE IT

*cracks knuckles* lets do this

How many works do you have on AO3?

24 works! I would have never expected to have that many 5 years ago, hahaha

What's your total AO3 word count?

186,291! oh wow, almost 200k!! (unsurprisingly PT minato takes up over a third of that LMAO)

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

10 fandoms! I'm counting Persona 3, 4, and 5 and separate, but I'm grouping all the Zelda fandoms together since it's all Linked Universe fic.

Here's the breakdown!

The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (6)

Persona 5 (5)

Persona 3 (5)

SPY x FAMILY (Anime) (3)

Wizard101 (Video Game) (3)

SPY x FAMILY (Manga) (3)

Runescape (Video Games) (3)

Pirate101 (Video Game) (3)

Persona 4 (2)

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (2)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1)

Star Wars - All Media Types (1)

The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors (1)

Top five fics by kudos:

The Ghost of Mementos/Stygian Ringlet (Persona3/5) - to the surprise of absolutely no one, since this is currently my longest fic. I'm very happy with Stygian Ringlet being the top because I love my boys :)

True Crime Special on the Midnight Channel (Persona 4/5) - my Ren has a TV Dungeon fic! also very proud of the dungeon concept for this one, I really need to finish the last two chapters

Dark Clouds on the Horizon (Linked Universe/TOTK) - I feel like this one got a lot of momentum partially because it was directly in the wake of TOTK's release, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

Strangers Are Just Friends You Haven't Met (Persona 3/SPY x FAMILY) - this was a collab series with mewrose and a few others in the marigolds discord! we were throwing ideas at the wall to see what stuck and I really had a lot of fun with Shinjiro-related prompts, because I LOVE him and hitting him with the isekai baseball bat into a universe with Anya brings me great joy

Salt Tears and Raindrops (Linked Universe/TOTK) - directly related to Dark Clouds, and I'm glad people enjoyed good ol' fashioned angst >:) (I do need to post more of my wips, I do have a couple more roleswap AU wips that I want to post)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I almost always do because I really appreciate them and its my way of saying thanks for the comment! If I don't comment it's because I lost track of it or because I can't think of a response.

What's the fic with the angstiest ending you've ever written?

Probably Salt Tears and Raindrops. I was in a Mood and decided to go for the tried-and-true method of putting fictional characters I like through the emotional wringer. That's how I got the rough draft for this fic :)

Do you write crossovers?

*looks at my persona fics and recent LU fics*

...I think it's safe to say most of my fics these days fall under crossovers lmao

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

I wouldn't say I have? One or two comments that came off as rude, but no actual hate, thankfully. If I did, I forgot about it. I've been blessed by wonderfully nice readers <3

Do you write smut?

Nope. I don't read it, so I wouldn't know how to write it anyway.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I sure hope not.

I have seen a couple short fics slightly imitate Ghost of Mementos though, which I thought was really sweet that they liked it enough to inspire their own writing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I'd definitely be open to it!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

RYOMINA. Hands down. I love them so much, I am so mentally unwell about these two

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

My two Runescape fics, Whispers in the Temple and Welcome to the Jungle. I absolutely loved going hogwild with rewriting old quests in Runescape, but I psyched myself out of Welcome to the Jungle because I got overly anxious about accidentally doing bad representation.

(in hindsight, it probably wouldn't have been as big a deal as I thought; it's hard to make it worse considering how bad Legend's Quest was with the british-african stereotypes. that quest DID NOT age well.)

I also want to finish Snake in the Grass; that was my first attempt at a genuine mystery plot and I really liked playing with Warriors in that fic in the context of the gang trying to figure out who the heck is trying to murder him.

What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at dialogue! I try to make sure it matches the character's speech patterns and personality. Really well-written dialogue can tell you who's speaking without actually telling who it is. (For example, the way I write them: Minato speaks as few words as possible and has very little filter with his observations when he does share them, and Shinjiro is pretty rough around the edges, with shortened words and the occasional swear. Warriors is good with words and wit, but he has a certain military-esque directness and doesn't dance around the topic.)

I do try hard to keep the plot clear and understandable over everything else, so probably that as well.

Also, now that I think about it, maybe fight sequences? I don't do them much, but I do enjoy the challenge of making a clear sequence of what happens in a fight and trying to make it understandable. Fight sequences are easy to skip or gloss over, but I think of them like their own miniature plot. What happens? What surprises are there? What are their movesets? How do they get the upper hand? (and of course, what looks cool as fuck)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Time management. I tend to over-proofread since I beta my own work, and often I'll go back to tweak stuff if I had additional thoughts to add to it, or extra insight. Lately, it takes longer to write chapters than I'd like.

Also, dialogue-heavy scenes often get very chaotic in my WIPs because of the way I rough out fics. I'll throw together a bunch of dialogue bits I think would be cool to include, and sometimes they'll clash or get really messy, especially if there's lots of characters (looking at the latest two chapters of Stygian Ringlet)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I think it's cool! It adds flavor to fics. If it's more than one short phrase though, or if it's story important, then I do prefer that there is a translation in the author's notes. I haven't done any non-English dialogue in fics, save for one memorable adventure into trying to figure out how Latin grammar structure works for a character that didn't speak English.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Wizard101 and Pirate101. I was obsessed with those two for YEARS. I really, really liked pirate stories in high school, and having a cast of crewmates that accompany you throughout the game really inspired me to write my first fic featuring my OC. (I was also into One Piece at the time, but I never wrote for it.)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Stygian Ringlet. It's really dear to my heart. I have poured so much love and effort into that fic, and the reception on it has completely blown me away.

THANKS FOR THE TAG!! Uhhhmmm for tags I'm going to go with @skyward-floored, @catreginae and @breannasfluff (but only if you want to!! no obligation of course)

and of course any other writers that want to do it as well!! go forth

[neonain]

Title: Who will serve who?

Ship: Law x Reader

{Law will be 19 and Reader is 2-5 years older}

Ive been always writing Platonic one shots now huh-

{Name} really hasn't thought about saving the boy, but after seeing a spark of something in him. Their body moved on their own, knocking down the marines and taking the bloody body back to his crew. Now, Here they were, Served a cup of coffee on top of the Submarine in an another island

They sighed when a cold breeze howled past them, They were still confused on why did they really saved him, What was that spark?

They could still vividly remembered the face he gave them

{Flashback}

Right when {Name} knocked all of the Marines down, The boy was barely standing. Leaning on his sword while looking at them intensely. To say they felt the spark burn brighter, Like furious fire melting the toughest gold

"I..Owe.you..nothing" The boy wheezed under his breath, His legs looking like it'll give up anytime

They chuckled in amusement "Rest Assured, You dont"

The boy glared at him weakly, trying to find anything that could lead to a lie in their words but found none. He sighed then passed out

{Name} was quick to react and went to supported the boy on their shoulder and walked a long way down the road until they reached the port where they met his crew

His crew treated and trusted them very quickly, Since they saved their captain of course they need to treat the savior nicely

{Flashback End}

{Name} hummed while looking at the sky, they just sighed once again when they thought of something

They jumped down onto the wide deck above the submarine when someone emerged from the door, To their luck it was the first mate

"Ah Your Penguin right?" They asked when they landed next to the man

"If its what, what the hat says then yes" The firstmate chuckled, leaning on the railings

They both laughed when they exchanged simple jokes then settling in comfortable silence after

{Name} sighed, "I guess I need to keep going"

"So fast? Can't you wait until our captain wakes up?" Penguin asked hastily

They sighed again, "Id Love to but time really isnt in my favor right now"

Penguin snorted "Thats upsetting, Captain needs to atleast thank you"

{Name} rolled their eyes and tossed a Jade pendant at him, Penguin successfully catching it

"If he wakes up and looks for me tell him that We'll meet at the end of the ocean.." {Name} grinned

"Thats where he'll be thanking me", Without being questioned, {Name} leaped of the submarine and quickly went to the vast village, ignoring the shouts and wails of the pirate

9 long years has past, {Name} watched every single day how the spark burned brighter and brighter. They watched as the pirate earned a name and title of himself, and now here they were

On a barren Island at the end of grandline, Not the legendary Island Raftel but the last Island of what the Sailors called

{Name} sat on a stone staring at the newly strong man infront of them, Couldn't survive a couple of marines then and now could survive the Emperors of the Sea

"Never have I ever thought you'll come looking for me" They chuckled when an old pendant got thrown in front of them

"Im not too much of a cold hearted person" Law said, slightly bowing down in front of him, "Thank You for saving my life then"

{Name} cackled, Never have they ever thought of meeting someone whos spark they felt become more bold and large like a Sea King "You surely have grown.. Law"

{Name} saw that familiar old glint on his eyes, The man was eyeing him carefully now. More cautious than before

They sighed in amusement and stood up, bringing out their weapon "Now... Time to know who's spark will break first"

"or Who will serve who?"