#[hello I've somewhat returned to this blog]

[frudoo]

HELLO!! OHMYGOD!! I found your blog bc I was searing for bear(six) fics and found your fic, gifts which lead me to reading some of your other writings and!! Baker Simon is my favorite I've read so far!!! It's so sweet, I love it! Poor si getting all flustered at seeing such a pretty bird in his house, touching his arms n soft tummy when taking the profile picture. Doesn't want to admit his nerves when you leave and begin to work on the pictures, feeling his heart rate pick up in his chest when he hears his phone ping, hoping it's you with a new message. Even if it is to send the pictures you've edited by him. BUT ALSO! clearly, reader is into tech at least somewhat right? What if he gets their help to also re vamp his little marketplace page, he's an older man now n his fingers are too thick for any of tha' delicate stuff you do wi'h all them pictures, darl'

I will stop myself here🤚🏻very excited to dig into the rest of your master list!

Warnings: Suggestive <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | previous

“Is it really tha’ bad?”

     You spin in Simon’s office chair to look at him with a sheepish smile. He grunts in embarrassment, running one hand over his face. 

     “Fuckin’ ‘ell.”

     “No, Si, it’s n-not that bad!” You try to reassure him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer. “It’s just a little…”

     “Hideous?”

     “Stop that! It’s just a little outdated,” you smack his arm playfully before facing the desk once again. “I can see why you’re not getting very many sales.”

     Simon rolls his eyes, caging you in with his big arms as his head hovers above your shoulder. His proximity makes your breath catch in your throat and your hand shakes a bit as you grab the computer mouse, wiggling it around to click on a link. It takes you to his files, where you’ve downloaded every edited picture you sent him. 

     “Alright, old man. Get out and let me work my magic,” you click your tongue, feigning cockiness.

     “Kickin’ me outta my own room?” He teases, ruffling your hair. 

     “Bitching to the girl who’s saving your business?” You swat his hand away and raise an eyebrow, giggling at his dramatic sigh.

     “Don’t blow up my damn computer.”

     Simon exits his office and heads to the kitchen, figuring that if he can’t help you out with all that digital stuff, he might as well do something he’s actually good at. He gathers the ingredients for a fruit tart—one of his favorite things to make, but something he’d never consider selling. The cost of ingredients is way too high for it to be a sustainable menu item, with the amount of fruit necessary just to make a single tart.

     By the time Simon puts the tart pan in the oven and the custard in the fridge to cool, you’re already finished revamping both his Marketplace page and a website you’ve created for his business. You call him back into his office and show him everything you’ve done—his menu is the same, but you’ve made it easier to read; you put a link to the order form on his website in his bio and in a pinned post on his Facebook page; you even updated his profile picture and header photo without him having to ask. As you explain everything to him, all Simon can do is hum and nod.

     “Do you like it, Si? I can change up anything you’d like me to. If you need an example order to see how the form works, I can… Simon? You okay?” 

     Simon’s eyes are no longer focused on the computer screen, but on you. Soft and warm, full of admiration and something… deeper that you can’t quite understand. He tilts your chin up with a crooked finger, leaning in close.

     “Perfect, lovie,” he murmurs, closing the minute gap between the both of you.

     You gasp a bit but instantly return the kiss, resting your hands on his wide shoulders. When he pulls away, you sit back in the chair, assuming that the moment is over. Simon has other ideas, though, bending down to grab your arms and wrap them around his neck. 

     “Best ‘old on, sweet’eart,” is all the warning he gives you before hooking his arms beneath the back of your knees and lifting you out of the seat. 

     You wrap your legs around his waist at the same moment he reconnects his lips with yours. Heavy footsteps stumble backward until he reaches the wall, then flips you around so that he can press you up against it. Simon kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, sucking and biting and breathing every ounce of you in as though trying to immerse himself in you. He allows his hands to run up your thighs, his knuckles causing your skirt to hike up. The sudden rush of cool air makes you shiver in his grasp, nails grazing the back of his neck. 

     “Bloody angel,” he whispers into your mouth. “D’ya know wha’ ya do t’me? Hm? I fuckin’ dream about ya.”

     “Simon,” you gasp, allowing your head to fall back against the wall as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

     “Tell me wha’ ya wan’, baby,” he instructs, peppering kisses along your pulse point. “Any fuckin’ thing ya wan’, ya can ‘ave it.”

     “Simon,” you breathe his name once again, whining when you feel his hot tongue dragging up the slope of your neck before sharp teeth tug at your earlobe. 

     “Say it, sweet’eart.”

     “I-I think your timer is going off,” you murmur.

     Simon pulls his face away from your neck to look at you for a moment, incredulous. Sure enough, the timer he’d set for the crust is going off, and he curses under his breath, gently allowing you back onto your feet. You giggle, following quickly behind him as he shuffles his way into the kitchen. 

     “Well, it smells delicious,” you tease, watching intently as he pulls the pan out of the oven and sets it onto a cooling rack.

     Simon stretches, cracking his neck and turning to face you yet again. 

     “You taste better,” he hums nonchalantly.

     You’re pretty sure that statement just made your brain melt out of your ears.

     He looks more determined than before, swaggering towards you with a gleam in his eye that sends heat spiraling in your belly. He cages you in against the island and your breath hitches, your eyes unsure of where they should look. They settle on his own, wide and pleasantly surprised, when he hoists you up onto the counter. His warm hands spread your thighs and he settles between them, trailing his thick fingers up until they tangle into your hair. You close the space this time, all too eager to feel his lips on yours again. 

     Despite how cold the countertop is against your bare skin, you are perfectly warm, surrounded by his body heat, intoxicated by the way his tongue slides over yours. Your hands sneak beneath his shirt and caress his abdomen before grabbing his ass to pull him closer. He huffs with amusement, smiling into the kiss. It only encourages you to squeeze him harder.

     “Cheeky girl,” he nips at your bottom lip. 

     Simon pulls you closer to the edge of the counter. One hand stays secured around the back of your neck while the other dips down between your plush thighs, pinky finger skimming the hem of your panties. You pant against him, hips bucking to encourage his hand to go further.

     “Ya wan’ my fingers?” He questions softly, pressing his forehead against yours.

     “Yes, yeah,” you mumble, grabbing his wrist desperately. “Please, Si, I need you.”

     The man pulls you in for another kiss, his middle fingers finally slipping past the fabric barrier separating his touch from where you need him most. He groans lowly at the warm, smooth sensation of your slick coating his fingertips.

     “Fuckin’ ‘ell, ya so wet,” Simon laughs breathlessly. “All f’me, love? I did this t-”

     A loud knock interrupts his sentence. He throws his head back in annoyance, shutting his eyes tightly, silently willing whoever the hell it is to go away so that he finally gets the chance to indulge in you. In addition to the knocking, the uninvited guest incessantly rings the doorbell over and over again. 

     “Simon, ah ken ye’re ‘ome! Open the fookin’ door, ye big lug!”

     Although you’ve never met him, judging by that unmistakable accent and the displeased growl that escapes from Simon, it’s not hard to identify Johnny MacTavish. 

     “M’gonna kill him,” he snarls, carefully removing his hand from your core and replacing your panties back where they belong. “Sorry, sweet’eart.”

     “Nothing to apologize for,” you assure him, thanking him with a sweet kiss as he helps you off of the counter before making his way to the front door. 

     “Wha’ the fuck d’ya wan’, Soap?” Simon swings the door open to reveal a beaming man looking up at him. 

     “Soap? Didnae think we were still on callsign terms,” Johnny pushes his way past the larger man and plops down on the couch like he owns the place. “Sae, wha’re ye doin’?”

     “Not me, thanks to you,” you chime in, biting back a cackle when the Scot’s head whips around in shock. 

     “Si-Simon, wha- who- ye-?!” He sputters, much to your amusement. 

     You stroll over to the blond and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, patting his shoulder fondly. 

     “Forgot to upload your menu to the website. I'll be in your office if you need me,” you wink, then send his friend a small wave. 

     Simon hums in agreement, giving your ass a playful swat as you walk away. Even as you shut the door to the office, you can still hear Johnny’s flabbergasted rambling.

[jvnluvr]

nightplumes ; sylus ♡

author's note: hello... it's been like a year. >< blog will be going under some theme changes soon- and i'm writing for love and deepspace as well. not proofread. loosely based on sylus' 'nightplumes' card but majorly just fluff written by yours truly. comments and feedback are appreciated! otherwise enjoy soft sylus, <3

after a quick ride out of the N109 zone, you and sylus reach a somewhat secluded bridge with the dove he had been taking care of over the past week. you perch the dove onto his hand, giving him a nod as he releases it back into the wild. you look up as you watch it fly off into the distance, a tiny smile making its way to your lips knowing it'll find its way somewhere. you move your hands into your jacket, letting out a sigh as you turn back to sylus, who is surprisingly looking at you intently. "what's wrong?" you question, moving slightly towards him as you notice the city lights behind his figure.

he remains silent, putting his hands into his pockets before turning around to view the scenery. you tilt your head slightly, confused by his demeanour; yet, you have little time to ponder upon it as you hear a sudden burst in the sky. your head whips up and a beautiful array of fireworks lights up the area in front of you, the light falling of snow making the sky seem all the more magical. you run up next to sylus, leaning against the side of the bridge to get a closer look at him.

the light of the fireworks is reflecting in his eyes... he looks... surprised?

"...sylus, i've noticed that whenever you want to protect something, you always make sure to protect it well." you breathe out, continuing to look at him. "whether that be a dove or a person."

he turns around, raising an eyebrow at you as he replies, "is it only when i'm willing?"

you think, only for a moment, before saying, "yeah, only when you want to do it."

you pursed your lips before turning back to the view in front of you. the lights of the ongoing fireworks reflect into the river underneath. it's peaceful for another moment, only the wind breezing past you two before sylus speaks again.

"you think too highly of me. i'm not a philanthropist." his words almost send another gust of cold wind into your face. almost.

but you don't really seem to care about the meaning of his words in this moment.

"doesn't matter. after all,-" you look at him once again, "i'm not a dove that needs your protection."

sylus lets out a little sound, turning his head to the side before looking back at you. "...is that so?" he questions, to which you give a little nod.

another couple of seconds pass, and you both return to watching the fireworks in silence. they're stunning, but there's a lingering tension amid the air, which makes you gaze back at sylus. he notices your staring, turning in your direction once again.

"what?" he says in a curt voice.

"there's snow in your hair." you point out.

sylus immediately moves his head down, closer to your face as he replies, "help me."

you reach out your hand and lightly tussle his hair, the snowflakes quickly dissipating as they fall to the ground. you let yourself smile again, finding it a bit silly that he asked you to remove the snow. as you pull your hand away, he grabs onto it for a moment, only to quickly let go as he sees your eyes widen. and once again, you both turn back to watch the fireworks.

the silence is a bit awkward...

"the fireworks are pretty, aren't they?" you muse, putting one hand on the ledge before looking at sylus.

his crimson eyes bore into yours; yet, a gentle smile lights up his face, moving his fingers to draw a small cat into the snow. is it supposed to be you? you didn't realize the leader of onichynus would be so playful.

"pretty, like a little kitten i see here," he remarks, finishing his tiny drawing with a smug expression.

you take some snow and press it against his face as a retort, laughing at your own trick. sylus flinches at first- an annoyed look plastered across his face. but once he takes your laughter in, his gaze visibly softens. he pats your head gently, wrapping your scarf properly around your neck.

"don't want you getting cold now, do we sweetie?" he teases, grabbing your hand and wrapping it around his. you both resume admiring the fireworks, indulging in the cold and quiet night outside of linkon city.

maybe this weather was enough to turn a crow into a dove.

[forbiddensonoftheseagod]

★ Something I should've made clear beforehand ★

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Hello, mun here! So I've been debating on whether or not I should really post this, but considering that this is my blog so therefore I've got nothing to really debate about to begin with if this is about boundaries I'm talking about.

So allow me to make something clear. I love roleplaying, roleplaying as Percy, my ocs, you name it. I adore every one of my followers, Im glad you all stuck around.

But.

There are times where a few lines get crossed and while I admit that I myself should have said something whenever that happens, to me it should be somewhat clear to someone else that they go a step too far. Not everyone works that way, true, true. But it's good to ask whether you're going too far or not

So allow me set the next few boundaries and reminders:

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1. I'm not the real Percy Jackson

I think this speaks clearly by itself. I'm not the actual Percy Jackson, I'm an actual person behind the screen who got themselves dragged into an RP group that was supposed to fun but ended up being am experience I wouldn't even wish upon my worst enemy. I'm someone who could easily leave this RP account dead and never return to it but decide not to because this account is a comfort to me.

As a matter of fact, I’m not just Percy, fyi. My life doesn’t revolve around only roleplaying as Percy, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t only see me as Percy but also as someone who’s just as much as a human as anyone else. I’ve got plenty of more blogs that I’ll tag in my intro later, because this ain’t the only blog I’m ’dedicated’ to.

Another thing I'd like to add is that even though I don't own or am Percy, that doesn't mean I'd like it if you control my actions. Don't make Percy do something or throw something, or anything for that matter, it's me that's roleplaying him so I'll make him do whatever I want to do whether it's a slap or a hug.

2. Lore with Percy

Listen, I've let this slide in the past and said nothing about it, but that was a mistake to do. So let me be clear; I'm not required to go along with whatever lore you have with Percy, because again, I'm not the actual Percy Jackson. Whatever you have with your OC and Percy, that's cool, but I say this with all due respect. If I'm just not comfortable with it or I'm not "going along with it like you want me to", take it to c.ai or google documents. Sounds harsh, sounds rude, but that's just how it's gonna be if I’m not okay with what you have in mind for him.

3. Ships

Okay, let me be clear. I am a multi shipper, and while I don’t like Percabeth and prefer Jercy, any ship with Percy if any rp would like is just fine. Perleo is absolutely welcome here, trust. Just a friendly reminder that Im not forced to go along with your preferred ships, so if you’re expecting mostly Percabeth on this blog then sorry to say that it won’t happen as much considering that only happened because it was required to from my former RP group.

4. My blog, my rules

I recall I’ve gotten a few anons saying that there are a few things I’ve made Percy say that he’d ‘never’ say, while yes, the way I used to RP him was ridiculous and I’ve made an effort to fix it. However, I’d like to say that considering this is my blog, therefore Percy has the headcanons I give him and so he’ll be a lot more different than the canon Percy. Some of those headcanons are based off of things I see back in myself, so he’s somewhat of a self insert in this case. But he’s still Percy, just molded differently by having added my headcanons to him.

I’m not saying I own Percy, I don’t in the slightest. I’m just saying that this is how my Percy will be on my blog and you’re allowed to disagree with my headcanons, just a friendly reminder that they’re headcanons and not something I think is actually canon. This Percy is slightly older, in some timelines he’s engaged, this is just how I see Percy after a few years. There are plenty of other Percy blogs out there if you don’t like this one.

5. NSFW

Gonna be honest, I’m known to have a dirty mind, so there are moments where Percy will say something suggestive, but that’s quite literally where it ends. Maybe he’d do something suggestive but not so far that it ends up becoming NSFW, that’s not something the public needs to see on this blog. This ain’t a smut writing blog, it’s either fluff or angst, that’s it.

6. Other Canon Characters

So, listen, I project what I have onto Percy and so on. Any other characters, like the Seven or something, those I adore and so will Percy. Nico and Will? My favorites and they will be Percy’s as well. Jason? Love him so much.

Now here’s the thing. I hate Th*lia , to the point I censor her name, so Percy will hate her too. I hate the PJO g*ds, so will Percy, including P*seidon because he’s not a good father like others say he is and I’m genuinely not arguing with anyone about that because it’s just not worth it. Absolutely love the TA and Luke Castellan himself, so there might be hints where Percy would consider joining them because (cough) Luke loml (cough).

No problem if you like/dislike these characters (well minus Luke because I’m a Luke defender haha surprise), but just so you’re aware as to why I censor their names.

7. Blocked

If you’re someone that tends to speak up their mind without thinking, whether intentional or not, I’m sorry but that’s a block from me. I’m not allowing anyone to be rude to neither me nor my friends, so I’d appreciate it if you had some common sense and choose your words wisely. I can understand that you’d want to apologize for it afterwards, but what’s done is done so you’re a little too late for apologies. Maybe I’ll think about unblocking you at some point, but don’t expect anything other than just an unblock.

8. Cussing

I have a bit of a filthy mouth so there are a few cuss words here and there, a few in Percy’s bio, too. However I promise that Percy doesn’t cuss that much, maybe at times he will but that could be when he’s really pissed off, but aside from that, no need to wash his mouth with soap.

9. Romantic Relationships with OCs

I’m all up for people wanting to pair Percy with their oc, I encourage it even, I’m shipping him with an OC of my own but we can just go along with different timelines and whatnot. One thing though, I say this with all due respect… Just don’t treat me like I’m a Percy bot on cai, because I can’t do much with dry replies and you expecting some long paragraph. That’s just not how it’s going to work, because again, I’m a human, not a bot and so it’s either ending the RP there or really trying hard to make it something until eventually I can’t think of something.

10. Jason Grace ❤️

Listen, listen… Jason has always been my favorite character and he’ll always be more prioritized by me rather than Percy considering he’s not exactly my favorite. Haha funny, roleplaying the character I dislike- yeah no I only did it because the group was desperate but I’ve grown attached to the account now and grew to understand him someway.

Anyways- Jason will definitely be the main topic on this blog because as a certified simp for him and as a Jercy shipper, that’s just how it’ll be! Jason here, Jason there… Jason everywhere! It may get annoying to some people, but again. My blog, my rules, therefore Jason will probably be mentioned a lot.

Well that’s all, those are the boundaries here on the blog. Thank you for reading <3

[venomous-ragno]

Hey, sorry to bother you if you're just busy, but I just want to know if you're okay? It's just that I noticed you haven't posted in a year and I'm kinda worried, but I hope you're still here! On another note, I really like your works and your series on military stuff for writers. They both are well written and the guide for writers is especially organized! Anyways, I hope that you're doing well, and have a wonderful new year!

Hello and good evening, thank you for the message!

I am indeed alive and of - somewhat - good health. My contract in the military ended after some eventful 8 years and I've chosen to further my career by attending med school for a couple years. I've also been working full time at a cardiologist.

Is it fun? Yes! Is it mentally draining? Absolutely. Am I about to graduate in summer? Hell yea.

To be fair, I did leave without notice. I appreciate all the kind messages reaching out and checking up on me. Whenever I thought of this blog and the community I'd built here, I felt like reaching out, but that same thought was quickly drowned out by the never ending mount of other stuff in my brain. ADHD really be making you feel like a dementia patient sometimes.

I'm sorry to everyone I've worried with my sudden absence. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to care about me.

I haven't really played CoD as much as I used to, either. Big company greed is slowly killing games and I refuse to buy overpriced stuff that underperforms. HOWEVER, I still have a lot of content saved in my drafts so if anyone's interested, I'd defo be open to releasing that.

Perhaps once exam phase is over... Well, that'll take a couple months, cause I got two written finals and one in person exam in front of a comittee (lord have mercy) to get through. But perhaps then I might return to writing as a whole, once I have time for hobbies again.

[with-love-from-hell]

An update.

(Created June 9th, 2024)

Hello my lovely readers (both old and new). It has been a very hot minute since I have posted anything and I recognize that. I just wanted to give a short little update on some asks/comments I've been getting recently about my very low activity outside of reblogs.

A lot of stuff has happened personally over the past year or so that has left my thirst for writing completely dried up. I won't go into a lot of details, but there have been a lot of changes in friendships, amongst me training to be a supervisor at work (and completely changing my location of practice and working through a company merger), some more internal conflicts about whether me and my partner are having/adopting kids, amongst many other things. The time I would usually spend writing was during downtime at work, where I had no charting and many cancelations, and that has not been the trend lately- plus there is now a security blocker on my computer that completely blocks Tumblr from use, as well as Google Doc, which were previously the only two places I would draft my writings.

This is not me saying goodbye to writing all together. I still really love and enjoy it, but am needing to find some more free time and get back up the motivation to continue writing, which I have been hoping for over the past 9 or so months, but never happened. Because of this, I haven't moved my blog into "Hiatus", which I'm thinking I'm going to do now to avoid shame over having it open reciecing requests, and feeling too overwhelmed to even respond to them.

So for now, I am putting my blog into Hiatus.

Tips on Kofi are still accepted, but I will absolutely not be asking for any since I know I haven't been giving my all to writing lately, plus there are much more important things your money can be going to rn, like victims of the genocide in Palestine and Palestinian liberation.

In regards to my ongoing series:

I will eventually return to Melancholia, I really just don't know when. I likely will need to do a re-read of everything I've done with it and the parent series before that happens though, which is a lot to go through. I'm not making any promises, but my goal is to finish the series- I will say that much.

As for 5-sides: I completely stopped writing this one for now because I am going through a re-write of the series. Mostly because of the friendship shifts which resulted in 1 individual in the series being removed from my life, plus some shifts in other dynamics in that group. In addition, there were some things I felt I rushed and I could have done better at writing or incorporating devilgrams into the story, so I want to go back and comb through that one as well. I know this one didn't get much engagement because it's OC/my insert content, but it means a lot to me and I will be taking time to re-do it.

As for requests: I am going to put a pause on them until Melancholia is finished (which, like I said, doesn't have a clear timeline). I will also remind folks who do send in requests once they do open back up:

I am not your therapist, so please don't ask me for specific help with a problem you're having. I'm professionally trained and licensed as a therapist, but it is unethical (and illegal) for me to provide services without any agreements, HIPPA compliant technology, or respect for licensing laws that vary state to state, and even if it was, it is not something I want to do in this space. If you need help, please utilize Google or Psychology Today to find any services in your area.

Please keep requests somewhat simple and generalizable to a wider audience. I'm don't necessarily like writing for an mc with a Laundry list of diagnoses/problems occurring at once that seem *very* personal to the individual requesting, as I have many content enjoyers who want to relate to the writing I produce for free. This also takes up a lot more of my time researching to ensure I'm depicting everything correctly. This type of request is much better suited for a commission, given how much time and personalization goes into it. That doesn't mean you can't request writing for a specific diagnosis or problem (such as an eating disorder, self harm, or trauma) though. That I do encourage!

I am a person with a life outside of Tumblr. I have a full time job, an elder pet who needs significant attention, and a decent sized chunk of family and fiends that I am engaged with regularly off of the internet. Please don't harass me about your requests unless I have given you a clear timeline and am not providing updates. If you're just checking in that I have recieved them, I will reply to that and inform you that status of your request. However, you DO NOT need to send me a ton of messages asking the same thing when I had clearly indicated I was/am going to be working on it or that I'm not quite in the space to work on it, but would inform you when I was or tag you in it when its completed. This makes me far less likely to want to write your request. While it doesn't happen often, I've gotten it about commission requests a few times over the past few months and I just wanted this to serve as a gentle reminder.

I do look forward to getting the motivation to write again, and I appreciate all my readers who have supported me (not just with comments, likes, reblogs, and engagement, but financially as well when times were tough). I am so grateful for all of you and I appreciate so much that you all enjoy my writing enough to want to see more. I hope you all understand where I'm at, and can respect that while I take the time that I need ❤️

[sassykattery]

Dollface, Pt. 2

CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Someone being pervy.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Suggestive content

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo.

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Over the next couple of days, he learned her routine pretty quickly, as habitual as she was. She often woke early in the morning, played music while she did her makeup, and then took her backpack with her to what he presumed was class, since she stopped taking him out of the house. A couple of times a day, he would hear voices from others, one woman that sounded similar to his new caretaker, and a gruff-sounding man. He learned that they were her parents.

Diavolo tried to sleep when she slept and stayed awake when she was gone, but with little to do but stare at the ceiling or whatever direction he was facing, he got bored quickly and often slept to pass the time. She often left him to lay on the pillow next to hers, which he thought was far better than sitting in that office wrapped in plastic all day. Sometimes, she even left the TV on, giving him some entertainment while he waited on her return.

One afternoon, he perked up when he heard the door open to her bedroom, but she left the light off. Moments later, she was crawling into bed without even looking at her phone or talking to herself. He could hear her gently sniffing, light sobs coming from her direction.

Oh? What's wrong? He thought, desperately wanting to ask.

Her hand slowly reached out to him, gently grasping his body in her palm and pulling him towards her. She tucked him under her chin, and he felt her heartbeat against the top of his head, warmth coming from her neck, chest, and the hand that held him.

"When will I be good enough..." she muttered quietly.

What happened?

"I just feel so stupid. They were right, I'm not smart enough," she muttered, burying her face in the pillow.

That's not true. I've listened to you, you're very smart.

"I'm crying to a doll right now... Pfft, I'm pathetic... but I'm glad you're here," she mumbled, rubbing her thumb over his back.

"A doll that is listening," Diavolo huffed.

She froze then, hearing a low tenor voice right in her ear that was most definitely not her imagination. Right?

"You... you can hear me? Wait, I can hear you?" She whispered.

"Wait, can you hear me?" The masculine voice called out again.

She shot up and looked down at the doll speaking to her now, and brought her face closer again to look at it in the dim light. It still laid there motionless, eyes and mouth remaining still.

"Hello," he said to her, still not moving.

"Oh fuck you're talking," she swore in a panic.

"This is a new development to me as well. Please, don't be alarmed," he tried to calm her, failing as he did.

"I bought a haunted fucking doll!" She yelped, scrambling to get away.

"Please! Wait! I promise I'm not haunted. I'm actually cursed," Diavolo tried to reason with her. Again, miserably.

"No shit!" She bit back.

"No, I think you misunderstood. I'm a real person that has been cursed to be a doll," he explained. She was silent then, so he took it as an opportunity to continue. "My name is Diavolo. About a month ago, I was cursed to be a doll by accident. I'm not sure why I'm able to speak now, but I've been aware this entire time."

She remained quiet a little bit longer before speaking, "You said you were cursed. Is that, like, magic? Are you magical?"

There was a lilt to his voice then, like he would be chuckling in that moment. "Indeed. I have a human form, but I'm technically a de–" he paused, realizing it might scare her to tell the truth.

"A demon?" She finished the sentence for him.

"Yes, a demon," he confirmed. He noticed how she didn't seem terribly frightened by this information, that she was more scared to have a doll talking to her than for that doll to be a demon at this point. "I don't mean any harm unto you," he added for good measure.

"Oh... um... good..." she trailed off as she slid a hand under him to pick him up. "Well, hello."

"Hello. It is lovely to actually speak to you. It has been rather frustrating to not be able to respond to you," Diavolo replied.

"I suppose so. So, um... what do you know so far? About the curse... or me?" She asked with a head tilt.

"I actually know nothing about this curse. I touched a cursed book and found myself on the floor, only to be picked up by random people and ending up here with you. I tried to undo it with my own magic, but this curse is rather powerful and has locked my magic out of my use," he answered.

"I see."

"How did I come to be in your possession?" He asked in return.

"Oh, um... god, this sounds odd, but I found a listing for you on the internet and thought you were cute, so I... bought you?" She sounded more like she was asking a question than a statement.

Diavolo chuckled warmly at how she worded it. "I see. Well, as for you, I've been able to put together bits and pieces about you from what I've seen while observing you," he said, and then went on to explain how he knew her name and some of her interests.

"Okay. Well... What do you want to do? How can I help you?" She asked quietly.

"I appreciate your willingness to help, though I'm not entirely sure how you can. It might be that this curse is broken over time, given I wasn't able to speak before now. If you could, I would appreciate your help in safeguarding me until we know more or find help," he responded.

"Well, I can do that. I won't take you to class anymore, I'd hate for you to get lost. You should be safe in here," she stated, looking him over.

"Very well. Thank you."

"Is there someone you want me to call?" She inquired.

"Yes, but I'm not sure how you can get a hold of any of them. We were in another country when we got separated. And our communication devices aren't the same as yours, so calling won't work," he replied.

"Oh... Well, I guess I could search the internet for your friends," she offered.

"I'm not sure if you will be able to track them down that way. They are demons as well, and we try to be inconspicuous when we visit your world," he said. "But we can try nonetheless."

She nodded in understanding. They sat in silence for a few moments before she spoke up again. "Are you, um... Hm," she looked down at him curiously. "Do you get bored? I'm sorry you've been stuck doing nothing."

"Ah, that's kind of you to consider me. I will admit, I do get bored waiting for you to return," he answered thoughtfully.

"Do you like movies? TV? I can put on something for you. Music, too, if you'd like. I'm sure I'm not that entertaining," she offered, looking for the remote.

"You're very sweet," he replied, which made her side-eye the doll. "But I have to say, you're quite entertaining, really. I've heard you sing and listened to your little rants and thoughts. But I've also seen you draw and write, and quite honestly, I'm always enthralled to see what you do."

"You're... being too kind," she said suspiciously.

There was a knock at the door, and she looked down in a panic, "Don't say anything!"

"Honey, who are you talking to?" A woman called out.

"Ah, it was a video, on my phone, Mom," she answered.

"Alright. Dinner will be ready soon," the other woman replied, closing the door.

Waiting a few moments, she looked back to the doll. "I don't think my parents would understand, so let's try and stay quiet. Keep this between us."

"That may be wise," Diavolo replied softly.

She then laid down on her side and faced turned him to face her on his pillow.

"That reminds me, do you get hungry?" She asked curiously.

"Fortunately, it seems I don't," he answered.

"Okay. Well, I guess let me know if you need anything... And you're welcome to talk to me. I'll keep you company," she added, slightly smiling at him.

Sweet, indeed.

"I'd like that, thank you," Diavolo replied.

---

"So this is your favorite movie? Intriguing," Diavolo declared. She had them set up to sit on the recliner in front of her TV that evening after dinner, with the demon in his doll form sitting up against the middle console next to her arm.

"Yes, it's a whole universe, essentially, where these movies are interconnected because of the two paranormal investigators who were also married. They took calls from those who were experiencing paranormal phenomena to determine the true cause. Sometimes, there was a natural explanation, but on occasion, it was truly paranormal," she answered excitedly, reclining her seat back as the movie title showed.

She then turned and looked at the doll of the demon prince. "Are ghosts real?"

"They are," he replied.

"And do demons... possess people? Or objects?"

"They can."

Her eyes went wide as she turned to face forward again, now feeling uneasy about what used to be her favorite movie franchise, wondering if these things could truly happen now, knowing demons and ghosts exist.

After finishing three movies, and it was quite late, she yawned and switched off the TV.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit tired," she informed the doll.

"Ah, please, go to sleep. Don't stay awake on my accord. I usually sleep when you do anyway," he replied.

Scooping him up, she stood and walked them both to bed, sliding in and placing him on his pillow. Once she was situated, she rolled over to face him as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Are you okay like that? I can move you around," she inquired.

There was a chuckle to his voice again. "You really are considerate. I'm fine as is, unless you would feel more comfortable a different way. I understand if you are uneasy knowing I'm aware," he replied.

"No... Well," she started to say. She reached across and turned him on his side so she could see his face.

"No, it doesn't bother me. I just didn't want to bother you," she stated.

"You're no bother," Diavolo replied. She looked away and chewed on her lip. "Might I ask you a question?"

"You may."

"Earlier, you came in seemingly very upset. Would you like to talk about it? Or are you alright?" He inquired.

"Upset... Oh, that," she mumbled. "Um... I don't want to dump my trauma on you."

"It's not dumping. I'm genuinely asking you if you would like to maybe talk about what happened with someone who's willing to listen," he replied diplomatically.

"Well... I haven't always been treated well throughout my life. On occasion, when I'm reminded of the people who have mistreated me, I start to doubt my self-worth and my own talents or accomplishments. I wonder if I'm just a phony or delusional to think I can be anything more than an idiot," she explained.

Diavolo listened carefully to her choice of words. Clearly, she was trying to describe what was happening without sharing too many details.

"I believe you're a touch hard on yourself," the prince replied. "Though, I know what it's like to have a lot on your shoulders, I've heard you in class. You're very smart. I'm rather impressed with you, even with not knowing you long." He paused for a moment. "I am saddened to think someone as kind as you has been abused in such a manner."

"Yeah, well, unfortunately in this world, kindness is often a weakness viewed to be used for gain by others," she answered bitterly.

"I find your kindness to be an endearing and honest quality," he retorted softly. It made her look away again with doubt. "Though it's easier said than done, I should hope that, with time, you come to find these intrusive thoughts to be untrue and unworthy of your time and attention."

"Now you're being kind," she replied, looking back at his doll form.

"I hope you don't believe I'm being facetious," he added. "I'm being completely honest. I haven't been with you long, but I can see rather easily that you are far more than you believe about yourself."

"... Thank you," she finally replied.

"Of course."

That night, the human got ready for bed and slid in after a hot shower, taking her medicine and slipping into an oversized shirt. When she got dressed for the day or undressed after class or for the night, he tried not to look, knowing it was an invasion of privacy. Occasionally, he caught a glimpse of her in just her bra and sweats as she leaned over the bed and over him to reach her phone, and he was rather fond of her shapely figure, so full and curvy. He had come to appreciate her beauty in the short time they'd spent together. Sometimes, his mind wandered to less than appropriate thoughts, like what she felt like, sounded like, or looked like under the hands of pure pleasure.

But now, she clearly stayed out of his field of view as she changed clothes, aware that he could see her. She tried to stuff down the embarrassment she felt, wondering just how much he's seen of her.

As she settled in bed, covers thrown over her head, she took hold of him and pulled him in close, this time right next to her face and held in her small palm.

"Can I ask you questions, Diavolo?" She asked quietly.

That was the first time he had heard his name grace her lips, and he'd be damned to not hear it again. She said it so sweetly, it was like it carried new meaning when she said it.

"Yes, go on," he agreed.

"Where exactly do you come from?"

"There are three realms in our plane of existence. The human world, the Devildom, and Celestia are the three. I essentially live in a plane congruent to your world. In the Devildom are where the other demons live. Angels come from Celestia."

"And what do you do in the, um, Devildom?"

"Ah, well, I'm technically the prince and de facto king of my realm," he answered casually. Her brows shot up and she absorbed this information.

"Do I need to call you Your Highness or Majesty? I'm sorry if I was rude," she replied worriedly.

He chuckled then. "No, please don't. Usually, I'm referred to as Lord, but I ask you continue to just call me by my name," he stated.

"Okay. So, you rule the Devildom. Can you tell me about that? What is it like?"

"Hm, well, I suppose it can be like your human governments, like a monarchy. I make any and all final decisions when it comes to my domain, but there are others who help me, too. I have a butler and then seven brothers who were named Lords of Hell."

"Seven? Are you talking about the Seven Deadly Sins?" She asked curiously.

"Indeed. All seven of them live there and assist in a variety of ways with government proceedings and work for me. We also have a school that we all help run. I'm like a headmaster, I believe is the equivalent to your world. We make up the Student Council of the school," he informed her.

"How interesting. Schools and education are typically instituted as ways of creating a civilized society and creating more complex hierarchies to give people opportunities to learn broader skills for the betterment of the entire society," she rattled off.

"Precisely. I created the school as a way of diversifying my people," he affirmed.

"So demons aren't heathens that kill people?" She was chuckling then.

"Well, I never said that, did I?"

Her eyes widened, and she scooted back slightly, eyeing the doll.

"We try not to do that, but we are demons, and I won't lie to you. We still on occasion use those methods for handling things. But from what I understand, some humans do as well, right?" He added.

"I see... No, you're not wrong. Humans do, too. But that doesn't make it right," she answered. "Tell me what you like, Diavolo."

He sat there for a moment, mildly surprised by the request and sudden change in subject. Was she interested in him, truly?

"Well, I'm partial to sweet things, like candy, cake, and tea made by my butler. I enjoy cycling or jogging in the mornings. I am particularly fond of animals, any and all kinds," he responded.

"I like animals too, and I'm partial to sweets, except I'm not supposed to have very much," she mumbled sleepily.

He took in her sleepy expression, watching as her eyes started to slowly close.

I love being here, he thought fondly. As much as I miss home and I'm sure it's been chaos without me, I'm glad I'm at least in a place where I'm needed most.

"I know it's silly, but I'm glad you're here. Thank you for listening," she murmured sleepily, almost like she heard him. "Good night."

Good night, sweet girl.

"Of course. Now, rest well," he replied.

---

Diavolo stirred awake again as he felt the bed shifting constantly, feeling as though he was facing upright. It was completely dark in her room, and he tried to listen and look carefully in the vicinity he could see it. He started to hear her mumbling, soft whines, and what sounded to be her in distress.

"Are you alright?" He called to her but received no reply.

An obvious sob finally sounded out. He realized she must've still been asleep and was having a nightmare.

Poor girl. I wish I could help her.

He waited a while; he wasn't sure how long, when the movement stopped and he couldn't even hear her breathing or strained noises.

Finally, she rolled over, and seemingly in her sleep, she pulled him in closer, holding him tight and tucked under her chin. He could feel her erratic pulse, and he was rather surprised by the action. The demon also noticed her little hiccups and realized that she was crying as well. It tore at him, he realized, to have her be this upset and not be able to console her, even in her sleep.

Damn, I wish I could hold her instead of her holding me.

His mind wandered, as it did sometimes at this point, what that would be like. He wondered how soft she would feel in his arms, given how plush her body was. How her hair and skin might smell as he buried his face against her to breathe her in. He wanted to comb his hands through her hair, to feel its softness as well. He wanted to make her feel better, to be a source of comfort for her, maybe more intimately than he could at the moment. At least he was in a place where she could find solace in him, even if she was unconscious for it. He wanted to hold her against him while he hummed a soft tune, maybe a lullaby, to calm her down. He wanted to feel her chest rise and fall against his, slowing as she went back to sleep. Maybe he could watch her sleep, too, just in his arms, and that would be more than satisfactory to him.

It hit him, then, how he could feel this strongly about her. He was able to learn so much about her in such a short time; he felt like he's known her for a decade. From one evening of talking to her, he saw himself being around her longer. He started to think about if this curse lifts, is there a way he could keep her around, just stay a little longer with her, or until she sent him away.

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[jbuffyangel]

Hi this may be an odd question but reading your blog (and other Olicity blogs) it strikes me that while you provide insightful in depth analysis of the show at large you proudly admit that Oliver and Felicity’s relationship is paramount to your overall enjoyment and investment in the show. I personally possess a lot of internal shame stemming from my primary focus on the ship and will feel the need to justify my interest in the other aspects of the show (which I do love but I also love Olicity). I struggle with this with not just Arrow but any tv show where the romantic relationship isn’t intended to be the main premise of a show. I know I am allowing myself to be impacted by the views of comic book (and mostly male) fans and I can acknowledge that many of their views on Olicity fans and the show at large when it comes to the ship are at least somewhat if not primarily misogynistic. Despite knowing it comes from a sexist place which loves to shame women for enjoying romance and reduce our enjoyment to a surface level guilty pleasure unaware of the ways a romantic relationship can add major depth and development to a story as is the case with Arrow (although even if it didn’t add that it would still be valid to like the romance aspects), I still internalize those sexist sentiments and feel ashamed and like I cannot fully enjoy those things are I have to add caveats of my enjoyment. I was just wondering if you ever struggled with this or if you have always felt confident in proudly proclaiming your interest and investment in ships or if it was something that evolved over time. I’m sorry if this is a weird question I just witnessed your confidence in the validity of your passion and I wish I could have that conviction and not feel the shame that misogynistic society has given me in regards to shipping and enjoying romance. It’s definitely much harder in a fandom like Arrow where antis will openly voice their disdain for shippers and make extremely disparaging remarks and assumptions about Olicity shippers but I have felt this way in other fandoms too even when non shippers aren’t this aggressive or sexist.

Hello Nonnie!!!! I am so happy you reached out :) Apologies for the delay. I haven't checked my inbox for about a week. You write so beautifully!

To be honest, I've always marched to the beat of my own drum. I was a sick kid and had difficulty making friends because of it. I was teased in school a lot because of my health issues. Elementary school was not fun. I liked my mom and I liked being home. (These things really haven't changed). The Lord blessed me with a great imagination and a love for stories. I would just play by myself because the world I invented was so much cooler than reality.

It did give me a very strong independent streak, which my parents encouraged. The world had been very cruel to them as well. I was highly encouraged to stand up for myself, tell people where to stick it, and not care what other people think.

I was much healthier in high school and made a bunch of friends. But even my friends, who I know love me to this day, thought it was weird how obsessed I was with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. My family thought I joined a cult lol. I just like what I like. It never mattered to me if anyone else liked it.

I find it absolutely insane that anyone looks down on love stories. Love stories have been around for as long as there's been human beings on this planet. Every culture has love stories. Why? Love is central to being human. Love is what MAKES us human. We are here on this planet to be loved and to love in return. It's the whole damn point. And I'm not speaking just about romance. We build our lives around all kinds of different relationships. It is not exclusive to romantic love.

But let's address romantic stories, since that seems to be the genre asshats have a problem with. The question is why? Probably because it's popular with women and God forbid we'd be supportive of women and things they like. The horror. I think you absolutely nailed it here:

Despite knowing it comes from a sexist place which loves to shame women for enjoying romance and reduce our enjoyment to a surface level guilty pleasure...

But sometimes I think there are more personal reasons people have such vile reactions to it. Maybe they don't have romantic love in their own life. Maybe they've been hurt by partners. Maybe they've been rejected and are lonely. Maybe romance stories are a painful reminder of what they don't have. I'm not sure. What I do know is that hurt people hurt people. So, more often than not, what I feel is not shame, but pity.

We're clearly on the right track since every television show, movie, book and comic book has some romantic element to it. Romance sells. So, feel confident because you are in the majority.

I don't give the comic book crowd too much thought. My attitude when it came to Arrow was there's plenty of room for everyone to love what they love, hate what they hate, and go about their merry way. Don't like my blog? Cool. There's the door. Plenty of fish in the sea friends. Seek out other bloggers. Start your own blog! The internet is a vast place. Go with God.

But there is an element of ownership within that community that makes them think they can dictate who can watch a show/movie, what we can like or dislike, who can portray the characters on screen, what stories should be told and how they should be told. It's not just romance. Comic book fans are LOUD about basically everything.

To a certain extent, I get it. You love a character and their stories for a long time. It's very exciting when those stories which only existed on paper are going to be brought to life onscreen. Comic books are a refuge for many people, no different than books or movies. So, it can be very upsetting when you don't feel the tv show or movie has met your expectations. I've been bummed out on more than one occasion with books being made into a movie or television show. We've all been there.

But that doesn't mean they get to be the bouncers at the door. They don't get to gatekeep. They don't get to be racists assholes when an actor or actress doesn't look exactly like the character on the page. They are entitled to their opinion, and their opinion only, but it does not give them a free pass to be hateful towards others who may disagree.

I don't want to single out comic book fans out - this is a general internet problem. People just become assholes behind a keyboard. They say things they would never have the guts to say in person. And clearly this is not ALL comic book fans. I have met many wonderful comic book fans who are welcoming and kind. They love Olicity just as much as I do. Even if they didn't, they respect differing opinions. They are just good human beings overall.

In the beginning of my blog, I debated with antis a lot because I thought we were all just having fun. But when the death threats started because I like Olicity and believed Arrow was going to kill off Laurel Lance, then I reached a point where maybe I was dealing with people who were a few paper plates short of a picnic, if ya know what I'm mean. It's a TELEVISION SHOW. These characters are NOT REAL. But there's no reasoning with crazy.

Do you know who are huge comic book fans? Greg Berlanti and Marc Guggenheim. We're talking HARD CORE. And who created Olicity? Greg and Marc. Don't even get me started on the hate they receive.

I know there were entire Reddit threads devoted to trashing me and my blog. Did I read it? No. Did I engage with those people? No. When Stephen Amell's Facebook became a cesspool of terrible antis going after Olicity fans - I left. Did I read the messages in my inbox that were nasty? Nope. DELETED. Did I read the Lauriver tag on tumblr? Nope. We were North and South. The Red Sox and the Yankees. We were never going to agree, so you stay on your side and I'll stay on mine. And when some in the Olicity fandom turned on me because I was still enjoying the show in later seasons, I unfollowed and blocked if necessary. It really boils down to this - can you disagree with someone and remain a polite and kind person? Many folks do not have this skill.

The key to mental health on the internet is control your environment. Do not engage with people who are mean. It's really that simple. Because no matter how "strong" you are mentally, over time, nasty and demeaning comments have a way of sinking in and taking root inside your mind. It's completely understandable that your feelings get hurt because that's the intention! They are trying to hurt you. They are trying to shame you. So don't give them the opportunity.

Does that mean there will be some websites, blogs, social media sites that you don't go to anymore? Yes. Does that mean there will be some fans you don't engage with? Yes. But you know what? The internet is a vast place and there are plenty of people out there who share your opinions. Who love what you love and want nothing more than to chat with you about it until 4 am in the morning. Those are your people. That's your community.

And just for the record, romance loving shippers can be terrible too. I've seen awful behavior from our side of the fence so we're certainly not exempt from the behavior we receive from antis. And loving romance is no guarantee people will be nice either. My shipper flag was forged in the fiery pits of shipper hell - The Vampire Diaries fandom. Nasty doesn't even come close to what I experienced in the great Stelena vs. Delena wars. Arrow is child's play in comparison.

Here's the thing. Arrow is about one man's evolution to a superhero. He could not become that superhero without the love of one woman. LOVE is central to Oliver Queen's development and if you don't understand that part of the story then you really don't understand Arrow.

I think you'll find when it comes to Arrow that it's not romance antis have a problem with. It's who Oliver's romantic partner is. If it was Laurel Lance they would've been happier than clams. But Arrow deviated from "comic book canon" and developed an organic character with an actress Stephen Amell actually had chemistry with. And they CANNOT get over it. But thems the breaks.

I think my perspective on humanity has not really evolved past age six in kindergarten. If you make fun of me or are cruel then you're not a nice person and I will have nothing to do with you going forward. I've approached life like this and overall I have come out the other side a healthier person because of it. The beauty of the internet is there's always another playground to find friends.

I've always been a shipper since I was a little kid. I could never understand why Bobby & Pam couldn't work it out on Dallas. Loved every single husband Erica Kane had on All My Children. (My mother let me watch some wildly inappropriate tv as a kid). I was really torn between Prince Lotor and Keith for Princess Allura on Voltron. I really didn't understand why He-Man and She-Ra couldn't date. I was obsessed with Jerrica and Rio on Jem. And on and on it goes.

In the immortal words of our Queen, Taylor Swift, "The worst kind of person is someone who makes someone feel bad, dumb or stupid for being excited about something.” She's bang on. Always trust in TSwizzle. I'm a 42 year old woman with a full life who wears her shipper flag proudly. Love what you love my friend. Screw the haters.

And feel free to message me whenever you want to talk shipping. This is a shipper safe zone and always will be. You have absolutely NOTHING to be ashamed of.

[norikokimura]

(Hello there! Seeing a PMMM OC blog follow me is sooo exciting, especially since it’s so rare. I’m currently in the process of slowly coming back from my unexpected hiatus, but I’m extremely excited for future interactions with you and your dear character. If you need any help with navigating anything regarding the PMMM franchise, please let me know since PMMM is my favorite franchise. My DM and inbox are always open! By the way, I love you write the Clara Dolls. As someone who obviously adores them, I love seeing them present on your blog. I hope you don’t mind this somewhat lengthy ask. 💜)

((Hello there! You were actually the first blog I followed! I'm extremely new to the scene, I don't know anyone, so I'm thankful for your warm words! I feel like I've kinda missed a more active era in PMMM RP, but with the new movie coming soon(ish) and Magia Exedra existing, we'll see some more people in the space... surely! I hope all is getting better in your life now! Welcome back from your hiatus, even if it's a slow return! I look forward to working together on something soon! And thank you for enjoying my writing, specifically the Clara Dolls! There will also be Lotte soon enough, though I imagine them more rigid and less giddy. I don't intend on roleplaying as the other girls, but I do want to establish that Noriko's had dealings with Devil Homura in the past, before interacting with the multiverse that is the PMMM RPC. I'm happy to receive a long ask, so long as you don't mind a longer answer! Thank you again!))

[quincywillows]

Hello! I just discovered girl meets world and rucas (I know I'm so late to the party!) so I've been reading all the fics and reblogging gifsets. I love "gravity on the open road" and it's my favorite of all the gmw fics I've read! I've been wanting to read your other fics posted on your old blog but everytime I click "keep reading" or a link to the fics, tumblr keeps on telling me it's no longer available. If you didn't remove them, I was wondering if there's any other way for me to read them (really interested in the band au and the post-season 3 fics)?

Omg hi there!! This is the magic of media, creativity, and shared fandom isn't it... it never really dies. People can stumble upon something they find special even years later, and that's so beautiful. :') Thank you for the shoutout, and mentioning GOTOR in particular, that was such a special project and a really meaningful piece for that time in my life and I remain proud of it to this day, it felt like a really appropriate encompassing of my experience of the show / those characters and I'm glad it's still leaving a legacy that way. So thank you for reading and taking the time to share this with me!

As to your other question, unfortunately the fics you're referencing aren't available on Tumblr itself anymore, BUT I do have them archived in different capacities so you should be able to explore them this way! It won't be the exact same reader experience, but hopefully it'll scratch the curiosity itch:

Mad Dogs Band AU: It was the best of times... you can read through the archived AO3 fics in this Google Drive folder! I also have a folder there for the album artwork that you can look at. This includes the hub fic that had all of the music albums described, as well as four one-shot pieces that I wrote as companions. I numbered them in rough chronological order.

Spec Seasons: Shoutout to @dunsbar who archived these on her own keen instincts as a reader and then when we later became cherished pals was able to return them to me after I deleted them. Thank you for ur service Lena. Season 4 here, Season 5 here.

I'm not sure if you've read or seen any of these or not, but I actually have two pseuds on AO3, quincywillows and lucasfriar, the latter of which contains nearly all of my original GMW writings sans GOTOR and adams street. That should provide a bunch of little Rucas snacks for you if you haven't read them already. 😊

And lastly, if you haven't peeked its way yet already... I'm legally and spiritually obligated to mention my ongoing, sprawling musical-laden project, AMBITION. It was co-created with my friend Esther and very loosely inspired by the characters from BMW/GMW in its original genesis, but has since grown and evolved into its own epic of a fake television show. We're gearing up for our fifth and final season, so there's no better time to dive in and catch up... somewhat divorced from my OG days in the fandom, but if you like Rucas / the general conceit of those characters, you may find a footing in that story world to want to get lost for a while with them too.

Thanks again for the sweet message. 💝

[ultrvmonogamy]

chaos theory anon again. idk if tumblr ate my last ask thanking you for your excellent insight but i had to come back and pick your brain again bc you’re cool. what’s your fav movie? howl’s moving castle is personally v close to my heart.

hello again, chaos theory anon again.

hmm, i received and replied to a message from u that fits ur above description, and i saw it on my blog just a little while ago too. i suppose i might've accidentally made it private somehow maybe. at any rate, if all goes well then future me will have gone to investigate n resolve any such issues before returning to the body of this very message to include a link for ur convenience, which u may find right about here: precisely here though

i dunno abt me being cool, but i appreciate ur appreciation nonetheless. i do not have a favorite movie and in general have never been very good at favorites. my brain just doesn't seem to work that way. still, every now n then i'll catch myself describing smth as my favorite, but idk how or why that occasionally happens, plus then i'll think abt it n find that the description doesn't actually hold true. i've greatly enjoyed a lot of movies. unfortunately i'm usually terrible at remembering them on command, but i did just start making a list on imdb just a couple nights ago, and hopefully it'll be somewhat comprehensive eventually. anyway, some movies that come to mind bc i've thought abt them recently and that i either enjoyed a lot or appreciated quite a bit in some other way are (in no particular order):

the witch, starry eyes, excision, ginger snaps, 28 days later, the transfiguration, stand by me (1986), dancer in the dark, antichrist, nymphomaniac vols i & ii, bug, the machinist, let the right one in, buffalo '66, the hudsucker proxy, reality (2023), another earth, sound of my voice, martha marcy may marlene, stigmata, climax, natural born killers, and shame. i feel a little embarrassed to admit that i've never watched howl's moving castle. i want to and have tried several times, but some unexpected event has interrupted every attempt thus far. i should shortlist it for myself again, bc i've only ever heard great things abt it including from a few ppl who have somewhat similar taste to me.

okay brain is mush now bye bye

[pseudowho]

hello!! I wanna start by saying I adore your blog and all your lovely works. You have a wonderful way of writing that’s addictive to read. Seriously, you’re beyond talented.

BUT on with the question, how did you begin writing? And how have you managed to build your blog the way you have? These questions are vague, but I’m not sure how else to word them 🥲

much love!

-paige:)

Thank you so incredibly much! It's quickly become my favourite hobby, and I love how you're letting me subject you all to it with open legs arms.

I dabbled in writing in my late teens, but very briefly and never really returned to it. I then started writing properly in October 2023 (on here, my first Nanami fics). I had a few fic ideas buzzing round in my head, I suppose because I wanted to read them and hadn't seen them.

I didn't expect an audience in all honesty.

R.e. building my blog, it's very simple. I use the bare basics Tumblr mechanics, no fancy coding or anything. Just a few pictures. I do make banners using PicsArt, if the mood strikes me.

I'm very organised, so my Masterlists are updated as I upload, so visitors to my blog can see from a quick glance if I've updated lately.

Other than that, I hope people will forgive me boring looking blog, if I keep pouring out fics for them to read 🤡

I don't do anything special with the blog, basically. I do everything on my phone, so I'm somewhat limited!

Much, much love 😚

(me pulling another fic out of my cleavage for you)

-- Haitch xxx

[ask-original-sinner]

Hello. I've gone, and been called by many names. "The Witch of the Forest", "The Flower of the Plateu", "Phantom Thief Platonic", "The sleep Princess", "The master of the Court"... and the "Original Sinner". I'm still somewhat bitter about this one.

I've been given this one instant in time, of pure clarity, And every memory I've ever made. In this moment I can interact with you after everything has gone on. I know after it, I will forget all of this, and return once again to the start.

I welcome questions and am expecting to hear from you.

OOC: Hello. Another RP blog from @seths-heart. From the people who gave you Banica, and Peurick, comes this. I recently wrote something from the perspective of Eve and I had so much fun. And so, with support of the Seth Blog mod, I've made this new blog.

[cyber-sleuth-paldea]

A Video is Embedded. Watch it?

[The entire thing is shot in first person, as if we're looking through the eyes of someone else. Mari's, probably?

The person filming is climbing up a staircase made of some kind of white metal (?) edged with gold. There's background noise overlaid, white and black shifting in strange patterns. Other footsteps can be heard - there's at least three other people here, possibly a fourth?

Another step and suddenly everything

warps.

The camera (Mari) is left floating in a psychedelic void of black and, to some degree, white. A sharp intake of breath as the view comes to rest of a figure floating serenely in the chaos.

It... looks like Mari. What the people on the blog know of Mari, anyway - a singular braid over her shoulder, bangs swooping away to the other side. A penchant for yellow and black clothes - the one floating here is wearing a Raglan shirt, black sleeves and neon yellow, with a black mini skirt and thigh-high neon yellow socks. Black loafers with yellow soles. Dark grey-and-blue goggles nestled on top of her head - a Digivice. One black glove on the girl's hand. The harsh golden eyes set in the girl's face are... crying. It doesn't seem like she can stop.

"Hello."

A voice from outside the view of the camera - Ryuji Sakamoto, for those familiar with him, though he sounds a lot younger than usual. "Um. Hi?"

The same voice as the Shadow - and it has to be Mari's Shadow - answers a beat after. "Hi."

"We knew this was coming," the Shadow muses, tilting her head to the side.

The camera bobs up and down - a nod. "Yeah. So... So. I assume you've. Uh. You got some things you want to say?"

There's a small noise of realization from off-screen.

What the Shadow does in response can't be called a smile, exactly, but she nods back. "I do. Are you ready to listen?"

"I - no, not really. But I can try."

"Better than nothing, I suppose," the Shadow shrugs. Then claps her hands with another not-quite-smile. "So! How are you doing with that whole trying-to-replace-your-friends thing you've got going on in Paldea?"

The camera jolts, like Mari just flinched. "... Not... Not replacing. Exactly. I - I wondered if I was. But - they're like my friends, Arven and Penny and Nemona. Is it... It's not wrong, that I get along with similar types of people again, is it?"

The Shadow chuckles. "Practice talking to the mirror paying off, I see." It's not a denial.

"Wait," comes someone else's voice. Goro Akechi. "Mari - did you know this would happen if you came?"

The camera briefly swings to - yep, that is Goro Akechi. In his detective prince outfit, though it's got the colour scheme of Black Mask and a significantly shorter nose on the "Crow" mask. Huh!

Then Mari looks back to her Shadow again. "I... Had a feeling, yes."

Her mirror image curtsies. "A true one, as you can see!"

"Oh, hi second Mari," comes another voice. She - whoever it is - sounds very surprised, and somewhat off-balance. "When did you show up?"

The Shadow waves at the speaker. "Hi, Nokia! I've been here the whole time." Then she turns her focus back to the camera - Mari. "And I suppose Arven isn't quite like Yuuko. We'd never have a crush on him, after all!"

The camera takes an abrupt nose-dive into a pair of hands - gloveless - as Mari lets out a mortified squeak.

The Shadow laughs.

Someone else's voice - quieter, calmer than 'Nokia'. "I bet your version of me would like to see if it would work out, when you return home."

A flinch goes through the camera again, and everything blurs. Tears.

The laughter stopped as abruptly as it came, too. The Shadow sounds... Somewhat helplessly angry, now. "Mh, I wouldn't count on it. And it's not like we can go home, either way."

Nokia's voice, again, now puzzled. "How come? Aren't the folks in the Pokemon world working to get all the displaced people home?"

A shuddering breath in. "There's probably already a 'me' there," Mari mutters.

"Not that it matters, since nobody remembers anything!" The Shadow adds, more manic than cheerful. "It's a good thing, of course, but damn if it doesn't make it impossible for us to go back."

"Um," Ryuji's voice (young young young) comes, horrified sympathy colouring his tone. "Do you want a hug?"

"I-" the Shadow falters mid-sentence. "... Save it for the one next to you."

The camera begins to focus again, Mari wiping her tears. It's a bit bizarre to witness from a first person perspective. "Are you going to keep rehashing our old insecurities or can you get over here already? We both know you're me, that reaction just proves it."

The Shadow blinks, thrown. More tears roll down her face. She chuckles weakly. "I still had material, you know?"

There's a glimpse of Mari's arms as she opens them. "Shut up and hug yourself."

The Shadow laughs weakly and throws herself into Mari's arms. There's the sound of Mari returning the hug, and the Shadow dissolves into blue light.

The camera focuses again on Mari's hands. "Hi there, Persona." The view tilts alarmingly, and then the video ends.]

[edgessunflower]

(hello hello hehe it’s sulfurz i just forgot i can’t send asks as a side blog eek)

hi my lovely🥹 when you’ve got the time may i request a becky lynch x fem!reader fic? in which becky and the reader have been in a feud for a while but either during a match or a sparring session when the reader pins becky she kisses her? like a mix of angsty fluffy somewhat sexual tension-y stuff🥹 everything is up to you hehehe

Ofc!

Fiery surprise

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem reader

Description: While in a feud with Becky, things change and take a turn when the two of you spar in the gym alone

You felt all the emotions that had built up just pour out of you as you spar against Becky in the gym, the two of you were training for your upcoming feud match and decided to wait a bit later to meet up at the gym and train. You and becky had known each other for years since joining WWE, you became great friends and still were despite the ongoing feud between the two of you but neither of you let interfere with your lives outside of the ring, but you felt pent up frustration and confusion between the two of you in these last four months but you realized part of it was jealousy of Seth Rollins while the rest was because of your hidden feelings for her that you were afraid she didn't return that had slowly eaten away at you which becky and your friends began to notice but no one knew nor could help you handle and deal with all your emotions of everything that was happening, you didn't realize how you were angrily sparring even hitting becky in her neck "Woah hey what the hell?!" you felt yourself losing control as you kept sparring until you and becky were grabbing at each other and a ball around the floor. You didn't know who was fighting harder or why things lead to you on the ground with becky's hands around your neck but you weren't going to let her have the upper hand as you wrap your legs around her waist and flip her over now having your hands holding her wrists and holding her arms down as tears flowed down your face and the energy seep out of you as everything around you goes quiet and the two of you were just on the floor as you both catched your breath slowly leaning closer to her face as she stares dazed at you until the next thing you knew was you were kissing nonstop in a heated and messy way until you were both naked and moaning on the floor, you feel starstruck as you catch your breath and slowly come down from the hours long high, seeing becky laying on you with the same look as she kisses your neck "If i had known this, i would have made sure we wouldn't have done this on the floor in the gym". You both burst out laughing as you get dressed and head back to her home to clean up, you shower together and eat lunch on her patio while sitting in her lap "I've liked you for just as long" you look at her as she tells you that she had fallen for you a year after you joined WWE and became friends, gently smacking her shoulder as she makes a risque joke while winking before it leads to more kisses and stumbled walking hand in hand to her bedroom, over the next two months the two of you take things slow and by the time five months comes around the two of you are officially together and all your friends show their overwhelming support leading to three wonderful years together before you got married on a beach in Maui, Hawaii.

[deathbxnny]

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Hello everyone!

It is I, your dear author having returned from the depths of depression and hell for another more positive update this time.

Life is doing somewhat better, so I've decided to slowly return to the blog after weeks of hesitating. I'm sorry that I was gone for so long and hope everyone can forgive me.

But in order for me to comfortably come back and start over, I've decided that I need to restart the blog a little and will therefore delete all old requests. I hope you can understand and am sorry for potentially disappointing some of you.

With that said, I will be reopening requests soon once I finish my changes to the blog, including some new rules I've tought of during my quest in finding out ways around my burn out issues. (I will ofcourse make a post, when the requests reopen!)

I really missed all of you and hope you're doing okay! I'd love to hear from everyone again and thank you all for your patience. <33

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[corrie-zodori]

(Hello! Great to see you on a platform I am (somewhat) active on! (and feel comfortable leaving a comment on)

I have been seeing your artwork since...almost 10 years ago, I think! I must have first come across your works of the amazing species you have created: The Zorgoia! It is absolutely wonderful seeing this creation of yours flourishes and expands throughout the years. Even now, I still see many of your 'Goias around, popular and loved! You have definitely left an irreplaceable mark in the community, and it is something you can absolutely be proud of.

Recently, I came across your works again (and your blog here!), and I am absolutely intrigued by that latest story/project of yours: Spark of the Eye! I immediately fell in love with your boys Izzari, Kelvin, and (more recently) Nymir! Seeing your works of them (and of SOTE in general) always makes me smile. I am happy to know you too enjoy drawing these characters of yours, as well as designing the world-building for the Ikartan society and beyond.

(Really, the detail you have given to the Ikarta is amazing. From the nomenclature, their home planet, the ringworld, their space-travelling structures...I am beyond astonished!)

I look forward to seeing how the story goes, and your other artworks too! (Take your time and do what you feel comfortable, of course!)

For one: I really hope dear Izzi could return home one day, I really do. For now, if I ever meet him by chance, I will be sure to treat him a cheeseburger or two!)

[No need to reply to this "ask"! I just have been wanting to say this! I hope this message finds you well. Take care!]

Omg!! I really wish my notifications weren't broken, I almost missed this ;; This is so sweet of you!! Gosh thats a LONG time, holy moly I'm seriously honored you've stuck around that long! ^^ I'm so glad ya like my lads too!! :D I've been calling them the existential trio lol... Or the disaster trio. They've solidified themselves as permanent blorbos in my head. Just absolutely microwaving them in my mind as we speak. I have a lot to figure out first as far as the plot goes but I can't wait to share the story with y'all and get the ideas OUT of my head LOL; I'm sure Izzi would be delighted by a cheeseburger treat with a pal!

Here... it's dangerous to go alone! Take this!!