#☆Kari's writing

[karishrtstlen]

🕊 I’ll crawl home to her.

Obamitsu // Obanai and Mitsuri remember important moments before their wedding

Inspired by Hard Work-Hozier

Mitsuri paced around her bedroom with sweaty palms and eyes filled with tears out of pure stress. One day from now would be her big day and she couldn’t believe she was marrying someone as perfect as him. Someone like him. Someone like Obanai. Shinobu had come over to calm her down as well as Shinobus sisters, Kanae Kanao and Aoi, as of now there were no results.

“Oh god Shinobu he’s just so. Amazing why would he even consider marrying me?” She asked her friend who sighed and rubbed her temple

“Why wouldn’t he? That man’s completely smitten over you. Don’t you remember how he asked you out?” Shinobu reminded her

and how could she forget?

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Summer of their senior year in highschool. This was their last summer before they would have to mature.

Shinobu had suggested that their entire friend group take a small trip to the mountains, Where Giyuu’s adoptive father lived, To relax and so they did. They spent the entire summer there.

Mitsuri remembers two weeks before they left quite well.

“Lyubov” Obanai called out for her. She wasn’t sure where he got the nickname from, all she knew was that he had called her that ever since their trip to Ukraine Sophmore year.

“Whats wrong Oba?” She asked quietly, it was nighttime and she wasn’t supposed to be awake but of course Obanai knew she would be awake.

She forgot to bring her favorite bunny plush she can’t sleep without it.

“Can you come with me please i have a surprise” He said quietly knowing she was tired and hadn’t rested properly. A tired Mitsuri made her a little bit more anxious than usual, But not with Obanai. Obanai felt like home to her and she would never give that up. She took his hand.

Her bigger softer hands from baking into his smaller calloused hands from writing so much. Mitsuri has always thought their hands, though opposites, fit each other like puzzle pieces that were missing. She thought their mere beings were meant to find each other.

Like how though she’s taller and a lot stronger everything about her screamed feminine no matter how many people tried to make her seem masculine for her build

And Obanai was the opposite that completed her.

He, unlike many of the boys she’s liked, had never objectified her, sexualized her body and its proportions, never tried to make her seem masculine for her strength, and never not ONCE judged her for how she decided to eat.

He led her outside into the forest secretly praying she would trust him just a little longer he could feel in his heart that she was getting scared. Two hours passed before Obanai asked her gently to close her eyes while turning off their flashlight. Underneath her palms she could see a glow as Obanai held her arm and led her deeper into the forest.

“Open them now, Lyubov” He said gently letting go of her as if she’ll break if he did way too fast.

When she opened her eyes she was met with a sight so magical she could barely breathe. An entire grove of Wisteria trees with fairy lights covering them and polaroids hanging on the lines their friends standing on the side of a projection screen playing videos of her and Obanai from the day they met to now. In her shock she failed to notice Rengoku giving Obanai something and patting his shoulder with a stern look before going back to his spot next to Tengen.

“Do you know why I call you Lyubov Mitsu” He asked

she shook her head and he smiled.

“When we took our trip to Ukraine you mentioned how beautiful you thought the language was and how much you loved it. So for you i learned it. That way you could hear the beauty of a language you love even if you don’t know it. In Ukrainian Lyubov… Lyubov means Love” He took a deep breath looking at Mitsuri who had tears falling already. “Back during the Taishō period there were these fierce swordsmen and women who fought against something no one knows yet but its said to be beasts so fierce coming back with just a busted eardrum and broken ribs was considered a miracle” He laughed a bit looking down

“What i found interesting was that there were two whose looks are described similarly to us, they loved each other yet made no move to confess a push and pull out of fear. They died in each other’s arms confessing too late.”

Mitsuri looked into Obanai’s glassy eyes and felt butterflies erupt. “I don’t want to be like them Kanroji.” He said getting on one knee “So to you i want to say that you are my best friend. For the longest i believed that’s all you were but my heart said otherwise. If i have to die with you in my arms I want it yo be with you as my girlfriend and the promise of marriage sealed from the get go. Mitsuri Kanroji I want to make this promise to love you and soon marry you. I promise to work hard and make sure you never feel worthless because in my eyes you’re more than this world and this universe combined, to me Kanroji you are everything. The waves the moon the sun the flowers the planets the stars the galaxy everything. So please, Be my girlfriend and more than that my future wife” He finished by taking out a promise ring the diamond being in the shape of a heart with a snake going around it.

and how could she not say yes while sobbing and giving him small gentle kisses all over his face in fear if breaking him?

her precious boyfriend and future husband

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Tomorrow is the day Obanai would be marrying the woman he loves with his soul. Right now he was with Rengoku, Tengen, Giyuu, and Sanemi at the spa instead of a bachelors party.

“Out of everyone I would have expected Tengen to marry his girlfriends first” Sanemi said with a sly smile cucumbers covering his eyes. Tengen rolled his eyes and told him to shut up sinking further into the mud bath. Obanai smiled brightly at them careful not to mess up the stitches around his mouth.

“Marrying her is my biggest accomplishment in life she’s gonna be mine forever and i’ll love her forever till my last breath” he said calmly “Getting her fathers permission was a hassle i remember it so vividly just three months before i asked her to be mine”

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Obanai took a deep shaky breath wiping the sweat off his palms onto his school uniform before knocking on the door only to be met with Mitsuri’s mother.

“Oh? well hello young man how can I help you” She said politely and Obanai smiled

“Hello Mrs. Kanroji. My name is Iguro Obanai i’m a friend of Mitsuri’s… I was wondering if I could speak with you and your husband on an important decision I want to make regarding your daughter” He said in a polite tone which shocked Mrs. Kanroji.

Many boys had come to ask for permission to date their daughter but non had been as polite as Obanai. She smiled warmly and invited him inside.

Mr. Kanroji wasn’t as warm as Mrs. Kanroji. He had seen many people promise to love his daughter only to hurt her. He’ll have to die before anyone ever hurts her again his precious baby girl. “What do you want with my daughter” He asked the minute they took a seat.

“I want her heart” Obanai replied sincerely.

“Many say that and many break it how do I believe you?” Mr. Kanroji replied sternly.

“Because I am not them. With all due respect sir I am not here for your daughter’s body nor her strength I am here to love her. To show her she is worth more than the universe and that her soul is pure till i take my last breath. With all due respect sir I am here to show her a love that can only be experienced once in a lifetime through every problem we have i want to love her. With all due respect sir I am her to show her the world and it’s beauty even if i have to risk my life for her I am here to do that. To love her in spite of every obstacle. Through heaven and hell i will love her. If I have to walk down to Hades and demand her soul back in replace of mine I will.” He said finishing with heavy breathing.

Mr. Kanroji gave him a proud smile and nodded.

“Keep my baby happy young man.”

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

It was that day and the nerves were everywhere. Obanai wore his hair in a manbun with a few loose strands that he managed to make look neat. His suit was all white with small diamonds on the collar to give the illusion that he’s sparkling in his suit. He wasn’t wearing his mask, for the first time people were seeing the outcome of his surgery. On his big day he will not hide his truth. He will not hide what he was a survivor of from the woman he loved. The woman who saved him from a terrible fate and brought him peace.

The music Mitsuri chose to walk to played, Work Song by Hozier, she walked through those castle like doors memories passed by Obanai.

Her holding him the day he told her what his family had done

Her smile when they adopted their first fur baby

Her eyes when he brought her roses just because

And her tears when he upheld his promise on marrying her.

Seeing her hair in a slick bun with a tiara on carrying a bouquet of pink and white roses her pure white dress with diamonds placed neatly on it giving her this magical look.

A true princess.

Her father handed her to Obanai and as soon as the weddding started they were lost in each other’s eyes.

Then finally the vows

“love is sweet, love is blind, but when I take this hand Ive seen all light. loyalty and happiness comes to one but one that's loyal and happy will be us as one. take this ring as I take your kindness into my soul. flowers too as you may throw to the next lovely beloved below. with my soul and heart I promise to you Obanai, to be the best version of love you have ever seen” Mitsuri said softly

Obanai took a deep breath.

“I didn’t write my vows down because I wanted to tell you my raw feelings and not something rehearsed. Mitsuri Kanroji I have loved you since the day you accidentally bumped into me at the entrance ceremony our freshmen year. You have shown me more love more care more respect than anyone and not only that but you have been my savior and my comfort. Mitsuri Kanroji I may not be perfect and i may not be who you were hoping to marry but I promise to show you im worth it. I’m worth your time energy and love i am worth you. You are my everything. To everyone in the audience I want you to know. When my time comes lay me gently in the cold dark earth but no grave can hold me. I will come back and love her all over again in every life I swear on my life” He finished looking at the tears rolling down Mitsuri’s face.

Tears of genuine happiness.

“Do you Iguro Obanai take Mitsuri Kanroji, to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward for better, for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, till death do you part?”

“I do”

“Do you Mitsuri Kanroji take Iguro Obanai, to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward for better, for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

[bobafetts-princess]

What Were You Thinking?

Summary: After saving civilians on a mission, Logan is furious that you almost died. (You didn’t almost die) He reminds you that he needs you in the most Logan-esque way possible.

Pairings: Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Logan gets rough. Hair pulling, ass slapping, biting, Logan doesn’t handle his woman getting hurt very well. Dirty talk. Scott is annoying. Logan goes soft after he finishes.

A/N: If you’ve seen this on ao3, I’m the same person! I edited this so it’s a little different from my ao3 version. I like this a little more tbh.

The mission was successful. Everyone made it out alive and with minimal scratches. Well, everyone except you. You’d thrown yourself on top of civilians, trying to shield them from harm. You were a bontanokinetic, the ability to control plants, but you also had advanced healing. So even though you sustained major injuries from the bomb that went off 20 feet from you, all the civilians were safe and you were almost healed. You’d covered the civilians with plants and tree roots but only had time to cover your upper body before the blast went off. You took some debris full force, leaving you with deep cuts. Most of the them were healed by now, only the deepest still scars.

You weren’t sure that the civilians safety mattered to your boyfriend, Logan, as much as it did to you though. He always had so much adrenaline after a mission. He usually dragged you to the back of the plane and fucked you senseless to work it off. He would fuck you double when he got ahold of you this time, his fear taking the forefront. He wanted to fuck you to make sure you were real. Make sure you were safe in his arms and stuffed with his cock. He did the same when he had nightmares about you hurt or killed. He usually woke you, cock nudging at you, until he was sure you were awake. He’d plunge inside, fucking you until he was sure it had been a dream. Just a nightmare. It wasn’t real. Being buried deep inside you was the best way for Logan to bring himself back to reality. And boy, you’d fucked up this time. You were in for the most animalistic version of Logan there was.

“Are you alright?” Charles asked, hand soft on the inside of your elbow. You nodded at him, appreciative of the concern in his voice. They all knew what was to come and while they knew Logan would never hurt you, they always checked on you, to be sure you could handle him.

“LILLY.” You heard a deep voice shout your moniker and you turned towards it. Logan was striding towards you, lit cigar hanging out of his mouth. You rolled your eyes, you were fine, no one dead, the big bad in custody. He didn’t speak again until he reached you, grasping you roughly by the arm.

“What were you thinking?” He snarled, animal inside him beginning to take over.

“I was thinking I was saving some civilian lives.” You responded dryly, annoyed at his reaction. This was your job. Saving people from evil. There was always a risk with it. He needed to get over it. He began tugging you towards the helicopter, all the other mutants clearing out of your way as he thundered along.

“You could have gotten yourself KILLED.” He growled, spinning so that you were chest to chest. Even in your irritation with him you still reveled in the feel of his hard body against your softer one. He looked down on you, hazel eyes hard but laced with concern.

“I’m fine Logan, I heal nearly as fast as you do. It’s a scratch now.” You assured him, placing your hands on his chest. You moved his hands to your tattered jumpsuit leg, showing him the pretty pink scar that would disappear within the hour. His fingers trailed the puckered flesh, still sensitive from healing.

“You could have DIED.” He reiterated. His mouth crashed to yours, cigar in his hand now. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck to anchor you in place. A fire started to burn in your body and you couldn’t wait to get back to the plane. To let Logan work his frustrations and fears out, using you. You decided not to argue this time, to let him take what he needed. “I’m not losing you.” He said, his voice softer, but still a low and threatening rumble throughout his chest.

“Hey good job Lil!” A voice shouted at you from across the wreckage. “You saved the day out there. The way you handled all that debris being thrown at you? Amazing. You almost died! It was an intense moment.” Scott laughed, clapping you on the shoulder even though you were still chest to chest with Logan. The motion knocked you into him and it broke the calm over the two of you. Logan hardened, features distorted with annoyance and anger. He shot Scott a glare, mouth curling into a snarl. Scott knew that you were a sensitive spot for Logan so he’d take any opportunity to dig at Logan. Scott had never gotten over Logan’s little crush on Jean, even after the two of you had gotten together. So when the opportunity to push Logan’s buttons arose, Scott would always take it.

It didn’t make sense, he wasn’t reaping any rewards, except for keeping Logan away from Jean. Which hadn’t been an issue in at least a year and if you were being honest with yourself, wasn’t entirely Logan’s fault in the first place. The feeling had been mutual between them but Scott had a tough time seeing it that way.

Logan hauled you over his shoulder, cigar back in his mouth as he stalked towards heli-carrier that housed the X-Men on their trip back from a mission.

“Don’t you think you’re being dramatic?” You asked and only got an angry grunt in return.

“Don’t you think nearly getting yourself killed is a little dramatic?” He snapped as he walked up the ramp.

When Logan got dominant like this, it brought out his animalistic side and you ended up covered in his marks. He found your room, a shared one, and shut and locked the door behind him.

He flopped you down on the small bed, releasing himself from his uniform quicker than usual. He always went commando so he was standing before you completely naked before you even had a chance to blink. You moved to get yours off but he beat you to it, tearing the uniform with his bare hands. Charles was not going to be happy about having to replace yours, again. Logan did the same with your bra and underwear and while you thought he was being a touch ridiculous, it was also hot.

You were in for it rough this time. He was high on adrenaline, pissed, and worried. He didn’t hardly take any time to prep you, but it didn’t matter. You were so wet at the manhandling that when he thrust two fingers in you it wasn’t enough, you needed more. He replaced his fingers with his cock giving you enough time to adjust so he wouldn’t hurt you. You could hear his heavy breathing from above you, his nostrils flaring as he exercised every inch of his control. When you were ready for him you told him so and he gave you a few sharp thrusts to make sure. Logan wasn’t a small man in that area, thick and long, so he had to make sure you were ready.

Once he decided you were he started a brutal and relentless pace that only Logan could keep up with for an extended period of time. Your body heated at his dominance, the way that he chased his own release without worrying about yours. But that’s because he knew you would come either way. Your hand traveled down your body, reaching for your clit to give yourself a little extra pleasure. Before you could, your hands were pushed away, stretched out above your body as Logan’s fingers circled around it instead. His body was warm against yours, his thrusts hard and unending. His thumb circled the nub, his teeth marking your breasts. The pressure he put on your clit was intense and you pushed closer and closer to orgasm. His grunts and groans were increasing in volume and he sounded like a wild man, a caged animal. Your body ached for your orgasm, you could almost taste it, so when he bent to bite on your nipple you lost it. Screaming and clenching around him, your hips met his thrust for thrust until it was over.

Once you came down, he pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach. He crawled up your body, entering you again this time, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking your head backwards. The arch in your back allowed him deep, his balls slapping your clit with each thrust. He bent to bite his way across your neck and shoulder, pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Think again, little girl, before you try to sacrifice yourself when I’m around.” He grunted, smacking your ass to emphasize his point. His name was falling from your lips, punctuated only by your groans. His words were the only reminder about why he was fucking you like this. Even though you didn’t sacrifice yourself, it felt like it to him. Your hands were braced on the bed, but he grabbed them one by one, not releasing your hair. He pinned them behind your back and held them down. You were at his mercy, you were his toy. You didn’t have the strength to get him off of you but you didn’t want to. You loved when he pinned you. Made you helpless for him. This was your favorite way to get fucked by Logan, hard, rough, and fast. Your second orgasm was building, and when Logan bit down on your right shoulder you fluttered around him. His bites got rougher when he got closer and he usually broke skin when he came.


“Fuck. I’m gonna come in this sweet pussy.” He told you, teeth catching your ear and smelling your hair, his secret kink. He loved the way you smelled when you were turned on. His sense of smell was so strong that your sex pheromones always pushed him over the edge. You always knew he was close when he did this and you knew if you wanted to come a second time you’d have to work for it. But you were surprised when he let go of your hair and moved to focus on your clit instead. His circles the little bud, increasing his pressure with each pass. Before you knew it you were screaming your release, clamping down on his cock. It triggers his own orgasm and he roars, thrusting to the hilt and sinking his teeth in your shoulder hard enough to break skin. He empties himself into you, cock twitching in tune with your pussy pulsing.

“Fuck. That was fucking good.” He growled in your ear, rubbing his face against your hair to soak up your scent. He releases your arms, pulling you upright against him. “Don’t scare me like that again. I don’t want to lose you.” He admits. You nodded, your body aching from the marathon his body had put you through. He spun you, kissing you gently. “I love you.” He grunts, letting his softer side show. The two of you get dressed, stealing kisses and touches between layers of clothes. When you walk out to join the others, the bite marks Logan had left on you were only small scars, save the one that broke skin. It was red but healing, barely visible under your top.

Everyone eyes Logan warily, wondering if he’d worked out all his anger. He lays a hand softly on your hip, kissing your temple and you could feel the welcome sigh of relief from everyone else.

“Are we ready to go?” He asks, strapping you into your seat before he straps himself in. Charles nods at Scott and Storm and they start to take off.

[lavendorii]

really emotional watching these kids grow up alongside me

[mothinabottle]

Possessive woman 😮

Whenever I think of fem! Syd, especially when it's the yandere Syd, I think of Chae Yuri design wise

Bonus commentary of the day: Women are pretty, I like those who are a bit unhinged or really strong. Maybe that's why I also adore Maki Zenin, Akali or Reze

I've also been thinking that I might need more mutuals, as I barely know ppl who play DoL. Oh, well, too shy for that ;;

[chipthekeeper]

"Everyone has their own rebellion." - Vel Sartha

@andorappreciation Week, Day 1: Favorite Characters/Character Dynamics -- Aldhani rebels

[headfullof-ideas]

A few doodles that have been sitting and waiting for me to add more to, before I decided ‘eh, three’s enough’ and posted them

Here we have a Gustav and an OC I’ve yet to talk about but while be important alongside Gustav and some other little kiddos later on in the story. Then an Astrid and Ingrid, done while exploring their dynamic. I am having way too much fun drawing a bunch of Ingrid, and figuring out her dynamic with other characters. She’s hot and she knows it, which makes her fun to draw. And then a conceptual idea for an adult Kari, around the age she’ll be around the end-ish of the fic’s timeline. So, twenty-ish. Also drew her with her hair somewhat down, because I realized I don’t draw her too often with her hair down, which is a shame cause it’s so thick and fluffy and curly-wavy and I love drawing thick and fluffy and curly-wavy hair. I like to make hair go POOF

[draconi-dae]

I’m thinking a lot about how Andor as a show opposes a lot of the ideas of the Jedi code, and I’ve seen a few people put their thoughts on the lines about trying, so I thought I’d toss my brain in the ring

“Do or do not, there is no try”: a 1983 message about motivation and taking control of your own motivation and purpose. Do nothing by half measure, you have to have intent to succeed or you’ll never make it. In a movie that has been officially stated to be anti-war commentary about the protests against the Vietnam war, it makes sense that this would have a double meaning for viewers. Given by a wise old master to a young man as passing along wisdom.

“Remember this: try”: a 2022 message in a time where way more people feel absolutely hopeless about the state of the world. No matter how dismal you think it might be, you can make a chip against the despair in the world. If you just try a little, make an effort, it will help. In a show that’s blatantly anti fascist and anti capitalist, it’s clearly meant to be a message that just a little does something, even if it all seems futile. Said by a young rebel in a manifesto that he’s writing against the fist of the Empire.

Obviously this is a good amount of nonsense, it’s currently past 2 am and I’m kinda rambling, but my god. My god. This show has taken over my mind entirely

[ilkkawhat]

[calibabii21]

|| awakened pt 3 || p.js

pairing: jisung x afab!reader

genre: smut, mature. mdni, cheeky, idol x black bestie au

warning:. flirtation, teasing, excessive use of the word noona lol, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, slight exhibitionism/almost caught, confident boi Jisung, BDE Jisung agenda.

wc: 2.38k

a/n: so I have been working on this since March, and I am so sorry it has taken so long. if I'm being honest, Jisung wasn't even supposed have his own part, but his large hands have me in quite the grip. to my Sungie enthusiasts, @neoculturecollectives & @brownsugarbaybee, and everyone else waiting for this, thank you saur much for your patience😭🫶🏾 also, this isn't proofread🌚

“Here you go, Sungie,” you place the bowl of piping hot stew in front of the young boy.

“be careful, it’s hot.” he nods wordlessly and rushes to take a bite of one of your favorite foods “ou- fuck that’s hot!”

he glances in your direction, fanning his tongue, to see you giving him a look of disproval with your hands on your hips.

“Jesus- I just told you to be careful!!” you claim in exasperation, “what, do you need me to blow on it and feed it to you?” 

He immediately pauses and looks at you with an interested expression.

you scoff a laugh, turning away from him “I don’t even know why I asked.”

you hear the dragging of the stool against the hardwood floor as he stands up, “pleeeeease?” you shake your head and continue your task of washing the dishes “Jisung, no.”

You think he’s given up until you feel a chin fall onto your shoulder, “please noonaaa?” you tense at the pet name and tilt your head to see him giving you the most adorable side-eyed puppy dog pout.

“...fine.” you say gruffly before drying your hands and taking over his previous seat, instructing him to stand in front of you.

There’s a brief period of silence as you blow on the soup letting out a monotonous, “ahh,” to which he complies and repeats as you feed him.

“What are you staring at?” you question as you feed him the last bites and place the spoon into the empty bowl.

“nothing, noona, you just..seem so soft to me.” the phrase bringing heat to your cheeks as you’re instantly thrown into a memory of your last interaction-

“Well this is a surprise” a pink cheeked Jisung turns around leaning his back against the locked door, “did you..need something?”

You look at him with a raised brow as he stalks toward you, continuing to eye you. “You know, the least you could do is spea-” you’re hushed when he places a hand on the left side of your neck.

you can tell he’s unsure of himself through the hesitance of his touch, so you decide to remain silent and allow him his exploration of your body. 

His free hand runs featherlight touch from your shoulder, down your arm to your hand- pausing to inspect it in its entirety, mainly relishing in the softness of it in his own, before resuming his trail and resting his hand on your waist.

you shift your weight and let out a sharp breath as his right hand flexes against your throat in an attempt to compose himself as he seems to be getting overwhelmed by the feeling of you, “you're just so.. soft to me noona.” his grip drops a bit and tightens on your hip, “well..”

You’re brought back to the present as you feel Jisung’s hands on your thighs, his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on them.

“Well I’m finished here so-”

“do you want to-''

you both pause, looking at the other to continue speaking before chuckling softly, “you go first.”

Like the gentleman he is, he allows you to speak your statement of finishing your task, “I said I’m finished here, so, I’ll go to my room.”

You can feel his hands falter against your bare skin, “o-oh..”

There’s an offness to his response, clearly signifying that he has more on his mind, “what is it you were going to say?”

your question is gentle as he looks at you with a sheepish, sour smirk, “it’s nothing noona. You can go to your room, I’ll finish up the dishes.”

He doesn’t even leave you room to respond as he’s already grabbed his dirty dish and returned to the sink. What's with him?

You're 99.9% sure he's doing this on purpose.

But on the .01% chance that he isn't, you manage to barely maintain your composure.

For some reason it’s like the other guys don’t even live here anymore. They’re always gone doing who knows what, yet you always see Jisung.

His presence has been even more..well, present, as of late. You don’t know if it’s your ovulation hormones, but everything about him stands out to you.

When he walks into the house straight after a workout drinking water, dressed in insanely compressed shirts tucked into loose basketball shorts.

When he walks into the kitchen fresh out of the shower with a towel around his shoulders to dry his hair- you can just tell his abs are being flexed beneath the oversized white t-shirts he wears.

The way he licks his lips in attempt to make his whistles come out smoother, when in reality, it’s just making you feral. You catch yourself watching him from the couch and have to snap yourself out of it as he joins you.

“What are we watching?” You shriek and scoot away from him when water from his wet hair flings in your direction. “Jisung, you have to completely dry your hair.”

You watch as he half rubs the towel through his hair and shake your head sighing, “bab- that’s not how it’s done Sungie.”

Soon you’re tugging the towel from his hands and straddling his lap. Though you act like you aren’t paying attention, you notice his expression is confident, unfazed.

Just studying you. Almost as if he knew you were having certain thoughts about him.

“Was this just an excuse to get close to me, Noona?” You jump at the sound of his voice, accidentally grinding against him, as his large hands come to your waist.

Your eyes finally meet one another’s, his smirk so naturally sexy your breath hitches.

When did he get this confident?

His eyes slowly trace over your face, noticeably taking in how close your lips are to his own. 

When your hands freeze in his hair, his eyes drift back to yours, “something wrong?”

You shake your head, “You’re just so..big.”

Whether you’re talking about his hands against you, his growing bulge, or just him in general- he doesn’t know, but you see something in his eyes flicker alight. 

“You know Noona, I think you were right..” you tilt your head as indication for him to continue.

“I think I do have a size kink..” you don’t say anything, just stare at him. “Because..every time you’re in my presence…looking up at me….I just want to completely demolish you.”

Your eyes gloss over and you let out the faintest whimper, causing him to let out a condescending laugh.

“Ohh, Noona. You’re so easy. If I had known how sensitive a kitten you were I’d have taken care of you sooner.”

Then he leans close to your face, as if about to kiss you, before pulling back- chuckling as you chase after him, cross eyed gaze solely on his lips.

“And a desperate one too.”

He looks ready to tease you some more but refrains as he hears the voices of a few of the members entering the house. 

“Unless you’re going to take this further in front of the guys, I suggest you get off of me gorgeous.” 

That night ends with heated stares at Jisung and the boys teasing you about how flustered you look. 

Or so you thought.

As you pad into the kitchen you notice how quiet the house is. It isn’t unusual for some of the guys to go to bed a little early, but for it to be pitch black at only 11pm- they must have a really early schedule. 

When you close the fridge, sipping on your cold tea, you’re startled by a husky whisper. “What are you doing up?”

You turn to Jisung with a hand over your racing heart and softly respond, “I got thirsty.”

But he wordlessly passes by you to grab a fresh bottle of water and replaces the tea in your hand.

“If you’re thirsty you should hydrate, not dry yourself out with a caffeinated..beverage.”

he chuckles leaning against the counter next to you and drinks the tea that was once yours, “You’ve gotta stay nice and moist.”

There’s a beat of silence before he bursts into quiet laughter, ‘I couldn’t even take myself seriously with that one.”

Your giggles are cut short as he pivots to face you, swiftly lifting you onto the counter. “Can you tell I’ve been in the gym Noona?”

Based on the look you gave him, he even found himself cringing at his line, “Okay, yeah, i-ignore that-”

He takes a deep breath and starts over, “What I’m trying to say is, do you see how easy it is for me to toss you? I could just ragdoll you as I please, couldn’t I?”

It isn’t until now that you’re getting fed up with the tugging of his back and forth teasing. “Are you just going to talk or will you actually do something this time.”

Your question turned statement catches him off guard for a split second, but he shakes his head, quick on the cover up and scoffs gripping the counter; just close enough for you to feel the heat from his hands on your thighs.

“I’ve only been trying to be respectful of you Noona.” His hands ghost over the skin of your calves  “Because once I touch you,” before tracking their way up to firmly rest on your thighs, eyes slowly dragging up to meet yours, “there’s no getting rid of me. Understand?”

Your breath is shaky as it releases in a pant, but you nod nonetheless.

You allow the tips of his fingers to slip beneath the t-shirt you’re wearing- which, now that you think about it, may or may not be his.

“So you not only steal my clothes..but when it’s worn, you choose to wear nothing underneath.”

He lets out a laugh that nearly sounds like a growl and digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass. “Does it make you feel closer to me? Were you just waiting for a moment like this? Me sweet talking your pussy to leak on this counter?”

The whimpering is uncontrollable at this point. How does he even think of these things?? You’re snapped out of your thoughts when his left hand latches onto your face, giving your cheeks a slightly tense grip as his thumb begins massaging between your folds. “Noona? I asked you a question.”

The dominance is suddenly upped- almost in a similar manner to someone you’re very familiar with, but it is oh so natural and perfect on him. 

“I-I don’t know.” It’s obvious that you just spat out an answer, already wrapped up in pleasure, so he takes his actions even further.

“You are way too distracted and dumb- and so soon already.”

He nips at your bottom lip before releasing your face and pulling you to the edge of the counter, “Try and keep your voice down. Think you can do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip. Now, this man could have been asking you to assist him in a bank heist, but the sight of Jisung’s face between your legs, in the kitchen- he could ask you to do anything and you’d say yes.

Immediately your head is thrown back before slowly tilting back down to look at him, your eyes meeting instantly as he flat tongues the first lick to your clit. 

Never did you think you would see, let alone be the cause of, Jisung in such an erotic position. With his hands up your shirt, pinching your nipples, your fingers reach out to brush his bangs away from his eyes, but that sets him off and he’s fully diving into you.

Feasting.

Though your breathing alone is noticeably audible, he doesn’t reprimand you over it. He only inserts his index and middle finger in you, pumping in a perfected ‘come hither’ motion as he begins sucking on your clit.

Just as someone opens their bedroom door, seemingly heading to the restroom, you let out a less than soft moan, “Jisung.”

The person’s steps falter, but that only makes Jisung increase the speed of his fingers as his free hand latches onto your mouth and nose, blocking your airflow.

Despite the lewd noises his tongue and your juices make, the person continues their journey to the bathroom.

“Dumb fucked out kitten can’t even keep its mouth shut, so I’ll shut it for you.” Your tongue tries to loll out as your head tilts back, but with his hand covering your mouth, it only runs across the sensitive flesh of his palm.

The texture of your tongue causing him to falter and let out a small groan, “Can’t wait to get your tongue on me?”

The visual to his words with the lack of oxygen have you clenching around his fingers, which in turn prompts him to moan against you, “mm ‘bet you just imagined being on your knees for me, didn’t you?”

You feel your body both tensing and going slack as he eggs you closer to your climax. “You’re enjoying the feeling of my fingers so much. Just how much further will my cock make you fall apart?”

And those words. The hidden promise in them. That is what brought you to your end. Toes curled, back arched, and legs both spreading and drawing back in a way that causes his fingers to caress your insides differently at the last second.

You end up biting down on his hand as a means to keep from screaming as juices spurt out of you, but he just takes it; focused solely on the rapid lapping of his tongue and the contradicting strokes of his long digits.

Your vision fades even darker in the already pitched kitchen, but Jisung’s soft voice and large hands coddling your face pull you back to reality. “Noona..Noona? You here with me?” You blink up at him, nodding as a stupid dopey grin slowly makes its way onto your face, “mhm.”

He sighs a chuckle and shakes his head, “alright Dopey, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Making sure your legs are stable as he helps you off of the counter, he guides you back to your room to care for you properly- the mess you made on the floor slipping both of your minds.

Little do you know what tomorrow has waiting for you

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[bobafetts-princess]

Logan Loves to Bite

Summary: This is quite literally an homage to how I feel that Logan Howlett fucks and that’s all there is to it.

Pairings: Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Established relationship, Logan bites sometimes hard enough to break skin, hair pulling, ass smacking, choking, oral (fem!receiving) rimming (fem!receiving), no condoms on this blog

A/N: Welcome to my most popular AO3 fic! If you’ve seen it there, I’m the same person! This one is my favorite Logan fic, it makes me unhinged every time I read it. I hope yall like it here ✨

It was just in his nature as a feral mutant. He bit. He bit when he was nervous or scared, and he bit when he got off.

He was lucky you had a great healing factor, while it wasn’t as quick as his (no ones was), it was still fast and your ‘love bites’ disappeared in a matter of hours. His mouth was always on you when the two of you fucked and Charles even had to sound proof your room because Scott and Jean kept complaining about all the noise.

His favorite way to fuck you was from behind, either his hand wrapped in your hair to give him leverage, or your body pulled up against his so he could bite his way along where your neck and shoulder met.

He was animalistic like that, wanting to take you from a position where he had the most power, the most control. He’d pull your body up so it fitted against his and wrap a hand around your throat, nose buried in your hair as he pounded up into you. His increased sense of smell was his secret kink. He could smell your arousal from rooms away and sometimes you would see if you could get yourself off before Logan found his way to your shared room, sniffing the air and taking over.

Every once in a while he would let you ride him, but it wouldn’t take long for him to pull himself up to you, sinking his teeth into the soft spot where your jaw and your neck meet. He would turn your head, whispering dirty words in your ear as he fucked up into you. He said he loved the scent you released when he was fucking you. He would bury his nose where you released the strongest scent, between your breasts or behind your ears or along the hairline on the back of your neck.

He loved to go down on you too, burying his nose in the crotch of your panties, inhaling deeply and telling you how fucking sweet you smelled. He was always leaving marks on the insides of your thigh as he worked his way towards the apex of them.


He’d grunt and groan, eating your pussy for all it was worth, pausing only to bite your inner thighs or dig his fingers into your hips. He always said he loved to bite the skin on your inner thighs the most. The part where it always seemed to be soft and pliable, no matter how hard you worked to make it go away. The bruises always faded faster than the bites, but he loved seeing you covered in them anyways.

Then he’d flip you over, smacking your ass and leaving red marks before he’d sink his teeth in the soft flesh. If he was feeling especially dirty, he would work his tongue towards your puckered hole, massaging the tight ring at the same time his hands did the same with your cheeks.

Logan would slip inside you, pressing until he was fully seated and you felt him in your throat. He’d give you a couple sharp thrusts, relishing in the way you’d gasp when he’d hit that spot. He’d pull your upper body backwards, fitting it against his hard chest as his teeth scraped along the edge of your ear and he would tell you how fucking good your pussy felt clamped around him. Logan liked to fuck and he liked to fuck dirty. He loved to get you so fucked out so you just fell asleep on his chest when he finally came, spent from hours worshipping your body. He loved to make you scream his name, loved when the only logical thought you could come up with was “Logan, Logan, Logan.”

He loved seeing the way your pussy looked stuffed with his cock, the way he stretched you as you gripped him. He loved the whimpers and whines you let loose when he had your hair fisted in his hands, or his fingers wrapped around your throat. He loved getting you so worked up you were begging for him to give it to you, begging for it harder, rougher, dirtier.

You’d long since given him the okay to bury himself in you if he woke up from a nightmare and you’d lost track of the amount of times that you’d been woken from Logan pushing into your wet heat, hands gripping tightly at your hips as he used your body to drown out his nightmares. He’d pin you down to the bed, needing the control as he pounded into you, teeth scraping along your shoulder blades until he finally bit down, grunting against your skin as he spilled himself into you.

He loved the little sigh of pleasure as he drove home for the first time, filling you completely. He loved the little gasps you released as he nibbled his way across your shoulders, the way you arched in for more. He loved the way that you arched when you came, highlighting your breast’s and making him all the more ready to nibble on them. He especially loved the way when he finally came, biting down hard enough to break skin, you would always let loose this throaty groan that shot straight to his groin. Because when it came down to it, you loved to be bitten as much as Logan loves to bite.

[hayhenna]

A honk ♥️🩵

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The dim lantern light in the small cabin cast long shadows over the walls, the faint rocking of the ship lulling the world outside into silence. Inside, though, the air between Shanks and Buggy was anything but calm.

Buggy sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, his arms crossed and his face a mix of defiance and nervous energy. Shanks stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the doorframe, his one arm folded, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

“So,” Shanks said, his voice low, “you’re not going to bolt this time?”

Buggy’s glare could have cut through steel. “Shut up. I’m here, aren’t I?”

Shanks chuckled, taking a slow step forward. The small cabin felt impossibly smaller as he approached, his gaze locked onto Buggy’s. He stopped just short of the bed, reaching out to tilt Buggy’s chin upward.

“You’re always so stubborn,” Shanks murmured, his thumb brushing lightly along Buggy’s jaw.

Buggy’s breath hitched, his arms uncrossing as he reached up, hesitantly gripping Shanks’ wrist. “And you’re always so full of yourself,” he shot back, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

Shanks leaned in, capturing Buggy’s lips in a kiss that started soft, teasing, before growing deeper. Buggy’s hands moved to Shanks’ shoulder, pulling him closer as Shanks’ fingers slid down to Buggy’s waist.

The kiss grew more fervent, their breaths mingling as Shanks pressed Buggy back onto the bed. Buggy’s gloves slid off so he could feel Shanks’ chest and neck, his touch trembling slightly as he tried to keep up with the heat of the moment.

“Shanks,” Buggy muttered against his lips, his voice almost a growl.

Shanks chuckled against his mouth, his hand brushing over Buggy’s side as their movements grew more heated. The intensity between them was palpable, their kisses messy and desperate now, their hips in a hurry wanting to meet, soft moans slightly escaping from each other's mouth as their heart beats sung loudly, and the world outside seemed to disappear entirely.

And then—it happened.

A sudden, sharp *HONK* pierced the charged air.

Buggy froze mid-kiss, his eyes widening in horror as the sound echoed in the cabin.

Shanks pulled back, blinking in confusion before realizing what had happened. He stared at Buggy’s bright red nose, which had somehow managed to make the noise at the worst possible moment.

For a beat, neither of them moved. And then Shanks burst into laughter.

“Buggy!” Shanks wheezed, clutching his side. “You—you honked!”

Buggy’s face turned beet red, a mixture of embarrassment and fury. “I did NOT honk! That was—shut up, Shanks!”

But Shanks couldn’t stop laughing, his shoulders shaking as he stumbled back. “Oh, this is priceless! Here I was thinking I was making you breathless, and your *nose* steals the show!”

“Don’t you DARE make fun of my nose!” Buggy screeched, sitting up and jabbing a finger at Shanks. His other hand instinctively covered his nose as if to silence it.

Shanks tried to compose himself, wiping a tear from his eye. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” he said, though the grin on his face said otherwise. “But you’ve gotta admit, that was hilarious.”

Buggy huffed, crossing his arms. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re adorable,” Shanks replied, still grinning as he leaned down to press a quick kiss to Buggy’s forehead.

Buggy’s scowl softened just a fraction, though he muttered under his breath, “Next time, my nose stays out of it.”

Shanks laughed again, the sound warm and full, and the tension in the room shifted into something lighter, something unmistakably *them*.

[midnightmagicks]

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Day 19: Taken (Makeup Day)

Taken: Remove (someone or something) from a particular place.

TW: Violence, War, Blood mentions, general Sad Vibes

The day Brotiðgrein fell had started the same as any other. The sun rays split through the thick canopy and the wings of bugs shimmered as they passed through them. Birds and buzzing insects filled the spaces that quiet laughter and chatter did not. Young kits ran amongst the branches and foliage that scattered their village clearing, chasing small lizards and mammals and playing little games amongst themselves. The adults took their turns patroling or keeping a watchful eye on the rowdy kits, ensuring no one ventured too far into the treeline. It was normal. Comfortable. Until everything fell apart. 

A distant boom was the first indication. All ears swiveled to listen. It was foreign and unnatural sounding. Mothers and sisters began calling the young back to them, to which the frightened kits happily obliged. The women armed themselves, their confidence in the Warders not keeping them from being prepared to protect their homes. The kits were herded into one of the huts and kept under watch by one village member while the rest scurried about to prepare. The sounds of whirring and crashing trees in the jungle grew louder, as did the voices of men speaking in a language unfamiliar to most here. 

One kit, at the time a particularly brave one named Kari, tried their best to peek over and around the woman standing in the doorway. She continued to shoo them back, scolding and warning them to stay low and quiet. Despite the noises and warning, Kari was barely 5 summers old. Not old enough to fully understand the danger nearing their secluded little home. With a little stomp and a pout, they stopped and stared. “I want my mama.” “Your mama is busy, little one. She is helping your sisters keep the village safe. Now go and sit with everyone else.” That wasn’t good enough, but they were too small to get passed the fully grown Viera woman in the doorway. Kari stomped again, but marched over and sat on the ground, arms crossed and ears laid back. 

This small rage didn’t last long as a sudden very loud, very close explosion reverberated through the hut. All of the young kits cried out and grabbed their ears, falling into a little pile together. The guardian at the door grabbed her head, leaning against the doorway for support. She stood straight up in mere moments, a terrified expression on her face. She held her lance in shaking hands, standing her ground in the doorway as the whirring of foreign metal monsters was coming from just outside. Shouting could be heard from kin and unknown alike, as could the clashing of steel weapons. Whistling of arrows launched towards their targets followed but exhales of pained breath and shouts of fear. The kits were frozen in place, huddled together and holding onto each other for safety. 

The brave little kit named Kari was not so brave anymore. Big tears ran down their cheeks as they shook and hid their face against the others. They were the youngest here, after all. No danger in the forest had shook them quite like this. 

The huddle only lasted a short while before the guardian at the door was accosted by one of the unknown men. He charged at her with a blade, swinging wildly as desperately fought to keep him out of the building. A shout from him caused one of the metal monsters to approach, a horrible buzzing noise emanating as it charged up and launched an explosive. An earth shatter noise and shake caused the kits to cry out again as the side of the hut blew apart– debris flying in all directions. The guardian at the door collapsed, unmoving. The man’s blade stuck in her abdomen. Chunks of debris flew into the little pile of kits, causing some to scatter and try to run, and causing others to fall to the ground. As still as their guardian. 

Kari had been one to scatter. Their tiny frame leaping from the hole in the wall and frantically looking around. Mama. Where was their mama. Or their sisters. Someone. Their eyes found someone familiar. Her green robes catching their eyes as they ran to her. 

“Miðja!” His tiny, shaking voice called. No answer. She didn’t even move. Even amidst the chaos. “Miðja, it’s me! It’s Kari!! Where’s mama!!” 

They approached and nearly jumped on her. She still didn’t move. Their little hands reached out to pat her face and felt something wet. Blood. Fearfully, they pushed her blood-soaked hair from her face to see her staring ahead, eyes unblinking and glassy. They were so young. They couldn’t understand. She had to be alright. She was too strong! All of their sisters were! They shook her shoulders, a little sob escaping. 

“Miðja…please answer me….we gotta find mama…..” 

She still did not answer. Little hands, amidst the chaos and fighting, moved her hair out of her face so gently. They ran their little fingers over the braids they always found so pretty. Leaning in, they pressed their little forehead to hers. 

“I…I gotta find mama Miðja. I love you.” 

Reluctantly, tears flowing down their little face, they turned and ran in a different direction. The lifeless face of their sister burned in their mind as they desperately searched through the chaos. Weapons clashed, arrows stuck into the armor and chests of these foreign fighters as they collapsed to the ground in loud metallic heaps. Different movements caught Kari’s eyes as figures dropped from the trees above. 

The Warders!

Fewer than they had been told were with them, but they were here! Maybe if they found mama, they’d find dada too! Their little feet tapped along the now damaged wooden walkways that connected their huts, scanning for her. A flash of yellow caught their eye and they turned, spotting the familiar robes. With a little jump, they called out, “Mama!! Mama I’m here!!” Her ears spun quickly, the arrow in her bow armed and ready. She whipped around in fear, seeing her tiny kit standing in the midst of the fighting. A metal machine inched closer to them from behind, the kit completely unaware as their focus was on her. She ran, pulling her bow up and launching her arrow directly at the controller of the wretched thing with a guttural yell. Kari froze, ears folding back as they cowered down and away when they finally saw the beast. But mama’s aim was true, and she struck the driver from their seat with one arrow. She swooped over and grabbed her kit into her arms, making a run for the treeline as quickly as she could. Kari clung to her, face buried in her shoulder. 

A loud cracking sound followed by Kari’s mother stumbling made them cry out and cling harder. She recovered, but slowed down significantly. As they reached the treeline, she quickly set her baby down in the bushes, staring into their beautiful violet eyes. Blood had begun to soak through her robes, but she knelt down to her kit and smiled warmly. “My darling baby. My sweet little Kari. I love you so much. Always remember that I love you with all of my heart.” “I–I love you too mama. We have to keep going! It’s dangerous in there, mama! We gotta find da–” She shushed them, gently petting their head. “My darling can you do your mama a favor? You have be very very brave for me, okay?” Kari nodded, eyes shining with tears. “Mama needs you to run, okay? Run very fast. Don’t stop running until you find your dada, okay? He’ll keep you safe.” “But mama why can’t we go toge–” The sounds of men approaching met her ears and she froze, looking over her shoulder and back at Kari. “Kari. Go. There’s no time. I love you. Mama loves you so much. Now go!!”

She pushed them into the treeline and after a moment of hesitation, Kari sprinted into the trees. Not looking back when they heard their mother yell fiercely. Not looking back when they heard the same loud cracks they’d heard before she shooed them into the forest. But she had given them a task. Find his father.

Little legs ran as fast as they could through the thick jungle. The air was heavy and felt thick as bugs flew passed Kari’s ears. The sun was unable to cut through here, and Kari was alone. Afraid. They ran as fast as they could, blood pumping and little heart racing as they crawled over logs and through vines. The jungle was dangerous. Mama had always told them that. Their sisters had too. But no one was here to guide them now. In their little haze, they failed to hear the danger they were running directly into. A “cleanup” squadron marching through the jungle. Kari charged over a log and straight into the legs of one of these soldiers, knocking him to the ground in a tangle of legs and viera kit. 

The men drew their weapons and swore, unaware of what had assaulted them. A higher ranking soldier held up his hand when he saw the kit laying on the ground, frantically trying to untangle themself from the man they’d knocked over. With one hand, the soldier picked Kari up by the scruff and held them up, sneering into the child’s face and poking at them. “Well, would you look at that. It’s one of those freak’s kid.” 

Kari didn’t understand the words the man spoke. The man made noises and threatening motions towards the kit, and Kari did what mama and sisters had taught– fight back. 

With a little screech, the kit kicked the man as hard as they could in the face, clamping teeth down into the arm poking their direction. They bit hard enough to draw blood, and the kick crunched in a way that indicated either a broken nose or broken teeth. The soldier swore, shaking his arm violently and attempting to throw the kit to the ground. 

“Kill this fuckin’ thing, would ya?!”

The lower rank soldiers prepared to do as they were told, holding blades up before a booming laugh caught their attention. The laugh was not joyous. It was humorless and cold. “Well, well. Now that is a fighter. Perhaps we can use that fiery spirit instead of wasting it, yeah? Get a collar. I’m sure there are some uses for the little rat.” A soldier approached, black band in his hands as he clamped it around the neck of the kit still latched onto the man’s arm. A shock was sent through it and Kari released their hold with a squeal. The soldier who collared him carried him to one of the bigger machines, tossing them into a small barred box. A little cage. A click and a latch was the final seal of Kari’s fate. With this, the Garlean soldiers had taken them from their home and family. All Kari could do was sit and cry.

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These tears were very real as E’mal sat up in bed, a raw sob clawing it’s way from his throat as he reached forward towards…nothing. This dream–no, nightmare– had been the most vivid one yet. His hands and body trembled as he frantically looked around the room. Foliage through bars gave way to darkened wood and stone illuminated by flickering firelight. The feeling of cold steel under his hands replaced by warm sheets and soft furs as he breathed, eye darting around the dark before a large hand on his back made him jump. A low rumble met his ears and he looked to the side to see a familiar face. 

The pale gaze of Ezekiel, filled with concern, met his own. Pale hands reached towards his face and wiped tears away as E’mal melted into the touch. He sniffled, reaching out to wrap them around the larger man’s frame. Another rumble as he was pressed against Ezekiel's chest. A fur-lined blanket was wrapped around the pair as Ezekiel held E’mal to him. They didn’t exchange any words. They didn’t need to. E’mal knew he was safe now. Come morning, they would talk and check in. But for now, all that mattered was the ever-present thrum of his partner’s heartbeat. 

------------------ Ezekiel belongs to @bloodredhands :)

[daughterofhecata]

"writing" aka almost climbing into my laptop screen, squinting at Kari's little Rocky Beach map

[kmackatie]

hold me here

"Yes, Commander," says Kari, lowering the blade and letting the magic fizzle out. She sees Cullen react and feels the shift in the air. A beat. "People will talk, Inquisitor." "People are already talking," replies Kari, her pulse loud in her ears. "What's one more reason?"

So I wrote a series of additional scenes for my Inquisitor from Dragon Age: Inquisition (about 40k, at current count) and have thrown them up into this fic.

Extremley self-indulgent and written for an audience of one, but I am sharing it since I wanted to record them on AO3 for archival purposes!

(read on AO3 here)

Rating: E Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Relationship: Inquisitor Lavellan / Cullen Rutherford Additional Tags: Named Inquisitor, Mage Inquisitor, Dalish ElvesDalish Elven Culture & Customs, Dalish Inquisitor, Mage-Templar Dynamics, Grey Warden Alistair, Mage Hawke, Canon Compliant, Indulgent World Building, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, First Kiss, Explicit Sexual Content Words: 14,857 Chapters: 2/6

[headfullof-ideas]

Accidentally deleted this trying to deal with the two reblogs of my last post that i accidentally did trying to reblog it to a community, so here we go again. These out of context doodles are a little different, they were more practice for angles. The first one I’m not too happy with, but i guess that’s what practice is for. Most of these are for scenes that haven’t been written, or haven’t even been outlined yet. The one with Ardyn and Kari and the spear-arrow thing im not even sure will make the Final Cut, though I hope i can fit it in because the fight it’s part of would be really fun to write, especially since it involves a lot of development between Ardyn and Kari

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

I miss the old tumblr.

I miss the reblogs and interactions.

I miss fics that were character based and plot driven and not "just" smut.

I know I am not around much anymore. I still poke my head in for glimpses of what was but it just always makes me sad how much this place seems to have changed.