#(I hope this is good enough! If not; let me know and I'll go for something else!)

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

May I request different first meeting + meet funny? 😘💕💕💕💕

Cos we all deserved some fluff and floof in life heheheehe

Yes, you can! I hope you enjoy this and it makes up for the sad one!

Here be fluff, a different first meeting, and some laughs:

Donut Day was sacred.

This fact had been drilled into Tommy from his very first shift at Harbor. If it was your turn in the rotation, you came to work, donuts in hand. Or else.

Tommy was no fool. He'd never let himself find out what 'or else' was.

When it was his turn for Donut Day, he left two hours early so he could hit Pete's Donuts—arguably the best donut shop in all of L.A.—grab a selection of everyone's favorites, which he had memorized, thank you very much, and still make it to work on time.

Tommy was the king of Donut Day.

Except today—

Today, some guy—some punk kid—was going to cost him his crown.

To be fair, it wasn't entirely the kid's fault. Working an afternoon shift meant stopping by Pete's after the morning rush, but before the lunchtime restock was complete. Tommy thought he'd arrived early enough, but the shelves were looking pretty sad.

Which would have been fine if this guy hadn't made it through the door before him, securing a place in line ahead of Tommy, and seemed intent on buying out the place.

Nevermind, it was all this guy's fault.

Him and his...legs...that seemed to go on for days.

"I'll take that last Oreo one, please," the guy said and Tommy huffed under his breath.

Sorry about your luck, Jenkins. You're going to have to live with your second favorite—

"And that last strawberry shortcake one, too."

"Seriously?" Tommy whispered to himself, cursing his bad luck.

"Ooh, and that last triple chocolate one—"

"Oh, come on!" Tommy exclaimed, the words bursting out before he could stop them. Because really? Even the triple chocolate?

His favorite?

"Dude, what is your problem?" The guy whirled around to glare at him and Tommy felt it like a punch to the chest.

Because the donut thief was gorgeous.

Forget the legs for days and the muscled back and the equally muscled chest and arms—good god, the arms—how could Tommy focus on any of that when he was faced with the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen.

And pouty lips on a mouth that had dropped open ever so slightly as the Donut Day interloper stared back at him.

"My problem?" Tommy asked, tearing his eyes away from the pouty lips back to the beautiful blue eyes that had gone wider when he took a little step closer. "My problem is you're going to get me fired if you keep buying up all the donuts. Or at least have a whole crew of hungry firefighters calling for my head."

He sent the donut thief a rueful smile. "Think you can help a guy out?"

"Y-you're a firefighter?" The guy said and if Tommy thought he was gorgeous before, he'd clearly misunderstood the meaning of the word. The grin that stretched across his face lit it up so brightly, Tommy suddenly understood why moths made such poor life choices.

He took another step closer. Drawn in by the light.

"I'm a firefighter too," the guy exclaimed. His face fell suddenly as he looked between Tommy and the display case of donuts. "It's my turn to bring the donuts too and if I don't bring the right ones, I'll never hear the end of it. Chim really likes those Oreo ones and Hen loves the strawberry shortcake—"

"Wait." Tommy laughed, shaking his head. "Are you at the 118?"

Of all the coincidences...

"Y-yeah, how did you know?" Blue Eyes grinned and this time he took a step closer.

"I used to work there, with Howie and Hen and everyone," Tommy said. He stuck a hand out. "Tommy Kinard."

"B—uh, Evan," Blue Eyes—Evan said. "Evan Buckley."

"Well, Evan Buckley, let's see if we can figure out a donut arrangement that works for everyone, yeah?"

The next ten minutes were spent playfully haggling over their choices—even going so far as to ask the very patient counter employee to cut a few in half. Tommy was pretty sure she'd been Instagramming most of their exchange so he didn't feel too bad about it.

Finally, donut boxes in hand, he and Evan left the shop, both lingering for a moment out on the sidewalk.

Tommy didn't miss the way Evan's eyes lingered over him at the same time. Zeroing in on his chin for some reason.

"That was some pretty good trouble-shooting in there," Tommy began, shaking Evan out of his chin-centric thoughts.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Evan said, shaking his head with a little laugh. "I'm going to get roasted over those donut halves though."

"You won't be the only one," Tommy said. He could already hear Jenkins' voice ranting at him over it.

But more importantly, he could feel the seconds ticking away before he and Evan would be going their separate ways and Tommy—for some reason—really didn't want to let that happen.

"You should give me your number," he heard himself saying. "So we can commiserate later."

"O-okay," Evan said, already digging his phone out of his pocket. "A-and you should give me yours. Tell me how you like the lime and jalapeno donut."

The one he'd talked Tommy into trying even though Tommy had zero tolerance for spice.

He was somehow already a complete pushover for this man.

They entered their numbers into each other's phones and handed them back with little grins.

"I should get going," Tommy said reluctantly, not able to put off the inevitable any longer. "It was really nice to meet you, Evan."

"You too," Evan said. "Tommy."

With one last smile, one last look, Tommy headed down the sidewalk to his truck, Evan leaving in the opposite direction.

Tommy turned back for one last last look and almost blushed at getting caught by Evan as he did it—before he realized Evan caught him because he was doing the exact same thing.

And Evan was definitely blushing.

Well.

How about that?

Despite his little donut thief adventure, Tommy still made it to work in plenty of time. He dropped the donuts off in the kitchen and stepped back as the hungry masses fell upon the boxes.

"Kinard!" Jenkins yelled out a few seconds later. He emerged from the huddle holding up half of an Oreo donut. "What the hell, man?"

"It was for a good cause," Tommy said. "Trust me."

Jenkins kept cranking at him, but Tommy was already tuning him out, attention caught by a new text on his phone.

A message from Evan.

Tommy opened it, chuckling over the picture of a very disgruntled looking Howie and Hen.

They're questioning our choices, the text read.

We'll just have to do better next time, Tommy wrote back.

He chewed on his lip, watching as three bubbles blinked in and out on his screen until finally—

Same time next week?

Can't wait, Tommy replied quickly.

He was going to be doing some heavy editing of the donut rotation for the foreseeable future and everyone was just going to have to deal with it...

Because Tommy had a donut thief to woo.

(This was from this ask game!)

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Arcane Incorrect Quotes/As Stuff My Friends Have Said

Caitlyn: Come get your freak of a woman, she's doing things

Ekko: No, I let her out on purpose. She needs enrichment.

Vi: STOP I CANNOT BEND MY MORALS FOR LESBIAN COPS AGAIN

Loris: You drink like a white man in the throws of divorce and I respect it

Doctor: Hey can you roll for initiative

Viktor: Okay, 17

Doctor: Cool. You have aids now

Vi: Wow you're beautiful you're like a painting from the rain and sauce era

Caitlyn: I'm sorry, the what?

Vi: Yk, the ray of sorts. With the hands reaching and stuff. Rein a source

Caitlyn: Renaissance?????

Vi: I've had a considerable amount of vodka. Oopsies

Jinx: Straight?

Vi: Nah, gay

Jayce: That's my emotional support entity of questionable moral standing

Powder: I'm on my way to come be helpful

Powder: I almost fell down the stairs when I typed that

Lest, to Mel: DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT YOUR HUSBAND IS GAY

Jayce: Pro tip: If you doing any kind of performance and you hear a black woman go "it's okay baby!" just know you fucking up OD and it is not okay baby

Caitlyn: I don't care if the hexstrap fake I said nut in me!!

Ekko: When I hear a man bragging about his fancy house and I hit him with the "wow what does you wife do for a living?"

Jayce: How do you say "keep that same energy" professionally?

Mel: As we move forward from today, please remember the basis with which we held this conversation

Vi: If I don't get strapped soon I think I'm gonna die

Jinx: Helpful thread for deciding what to get *insert thread about guns*

Vi: Oh baby I was talking about lesbian sex... but this is helpful

Vi: If I had a dick I'd stack donuts on it

Jayce: If I had a pussy I'd let the homies hit

Viktor: You got an ass though so what's the hold up

Jayce: I hate when girls say "wow I didn't peg you as a gentleman" uh you haven't pegged me at all yet, get to it

Jayce: My girl look so good today I'm about to scream and moan and throw up

Vi: My girl is mad at me I hope I die

Ekko: My girl can wear whatever she wants because I'm scared of her

Mel: Been fucking this dude who is NOT CUTE LMAO but he is cool to hang out with and I be faking like I don't got me a little crush but I do. I like his lil ugly ass. He shot two people

Jinx: Y'all corny asf kissing under fireworks and shit, kiss under some gunshots if you real

Viktor: This man from the undercity gave me a pill for my headache and I haven't blinked in 6 hours... sir you are going to JAIL

Viktor, hours later: Y'all I just came out of the hospital it was crack

Silco: If I get cancelled and any of you say "I always knew he was weird" I'm beating your ass

Jinx, fighting with Vi: I'll whoop yo ass. Your girlfriend look like my mom

Sky: But it WAS gay, why should I have to apologize? I SAW gay, so I SAID gay. That ain't bullying, that's an astute observation!

Ambessa: Bitch dependency is no laughing matter, addiction to a bitch can fuck with your friends, your health, and scarily enough even your money

[crowsofdarkness]

Mask Kink. Enough said.

Russian translations will be at the end of the blurb.

18+ CW(mask kink, Masked Bucky fingering his prisoner, Stockholm Syndrome, Bucky speaking Russian because 😮‍💨)

*originally posted on my old blog*

Soldat.

His name was muffled in your hand as you bit down on the inside of my palm, trying so hard not to say it out loud. You couldn’t let him know how much you were enjoying this. Cool metal fingers pumped in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of pure bliss.

“Takoy mokryy," Soldat praised, his voice muffled behind his mask.

Even though you spoke English, you were still fluent in Russian, along with a few other languages. It came with the territory of the job.

The room was dark, barley lit by the pale yellow light above your cot. It casted both you and Soldat in a glow, those dark eyes breaking through as they stared up at you.

It had been like this for weeks. Every night you were visited by The Winter Soldier, or as you called him Soldat. He captured you in hopes to break you down to revel who you were working for and who sent you to kill him.

Well, try to kill him anyway. No one can kill The Winter Soldier.

It only was until the other day, where your interrogations turned into something more sexual. You found yourself getting excited for his visits and both of you could feel the tension building. It all blew over when he wretched your hair back, pulling hard at the roots and you let a moan of pleasure slip that Soldat realized that these kinds of interrogations wouldn't cut it any longer.

When he showed up without his mask last night to bring you yet another trey of stale bread and oatmeal, you said fuck it and crashed your lips to his, just to see what he would do.

He kissed back with even more of a fever, nearly overpowering you to the ground.

Soldat still wouldn't let you go though.

With your wrist chained to the bed, you arched your back off the cot as best you could when he slipped another metal finger inside of your tight cunt.

"So close," you choked on a breath while looking at him between your legs.

Dark tendrils of hair covered his raven eyes as Soldat kept his masked face between your legs, almost teasing you that he wouldn't burry his tongue in your cunt with his metal fingers.

"Kto tebya poslal?" Soldat demanded to know.

You shook your head, refusing to answer but when his fingers began to slip out of you, a whine fell from your lips.

"Please," you begged him while running your free hand through his hair. "Let me cum. Please."

Now his face towered over yours and you sucked in a breath at seeing the mask up close. You wanted him to do so many things to you while he wore it. Very quickly, you cast your eyes down to his cock, which was pressing hard against the pants of his tactical uniform.

Every night you dreamed of what it felt like, what he tasted like.

"Bud' khoroshey devochkoy i skazhi mne, kto tebya poslal. Togda ya pozvolyu tebe konchit'."

With three fingers inside of you, Soldat's pace was unforgiving as he fucked your pussy without letting up. The base of your spine tingled before exploding in ecstasy, your orgasm crying out in the room.

"SHIELD sent me," your chest rose and fell as your body slumped against the bed.

Soldat made a noise behind the mask, almost a tie between a purr of satisfaction and a groan of annoyance.

"Eto moya khoroshaya devochka." Was all he said before he pulled his metal fingers from inside of you, them glistening with your arousal, and his large frame left the room.

TRANSLATIONS:

Takoy mokryy-So wet.

Kto tebya poslal?-Who sent you?

Bud' khoroshey devochkoy i skazhi mne, kto tebya poslal. Togda ya pozvolyu tebe konchit'.-Be a good girl and tell me who sent you. Then I'll let you cum.

Eto moya khoroshaya devochka-That's my good girl.

[dood-itsradical]

So I was rereading Jichang debut chaps I notice how they just started ambushing Daniel when they could've just straight up ask 😭

You watched from afar as the boy departed himself from Jichang. You walked towards your husband, greeting him with a soft smile to which he gladly return it upon seeing you.

"Who was that?" You asked.

"Just a lost boy from Seoul." He put it simply. Your mouth shaped an 'O'. "That's quite far. Is he visiting a family?"

He gave a short nod, pushing away the topic as he gestured to your hands.

"Oh, right. Your lunch, like always." He gratefully take the lunchbox from you. "Thank you. Don't overwork yourself. I'll be home soon." He pecked your forehead before you both part ways for now.

Now you didn't suspect anything suspicious going in the village. Until you came to visit your brothers-in-law to give them their usual meal. Curiosity got over you when you decided to eavesdrop their conversation.

The door swung open before you. "(Name) noona! What are you doing here?" Jibeom spoke sheepishly. His abrupt question gave it all away. You deliver their lunch almost all day. Meaning he wouldn't have question it. Meaning he's hiding something right now. Nonetheless you answer.

"Both of your lunches."

He smile brightly, scratching the back of his head, "Of course, of course. Thank you, you shouldn't have."

You pulled you hands back when he can reached. You both made eye contact.

"Something I should know about?"

Jibeom and Jihan exchanged looks. They know pushing you away would be useless. But spitting the tea to you would also mean a future beating from their elder brother.

After explaining to you, you sighed, "Why not just ask him? Ask him why he's looking for Captain Jinyeong Park. Maybe he's his relative, you never know. No need for you to waste your energy or send your guys after him." They hesitated and stay on guard, telling you how risky that is. If the boy turned out actually work for Charles Choi, he'll ask for backup then the village is doomed, yada yada.

And as predicted, they sent their goons after the boy. And sure enough, he brought backups. You were pushed aside while the men settled the issue.

After discovered the misunderstanding, you scold the brothers, "I told you so! You should've just ask. Now look at you all. Bruises and all wrapped up like mummies."

Jihan grumbled while you help him with the bandages, not without giving him a light smack on the head. "Ow..." He uttered for no reason.

"But we had fun! They are very good fighters." Jibeom chimed ecstatically. You only rolled your eyes.

Your turn to Hudson who's inside the snake-filled tub, "I apologised on their behalf. They can be reckless." The Ahsan's Sun dismissed your apology. "It's no big deal. We've handled worse. Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am."

You then went to Jay who's having trouble with the bandages, "Here, let me." The golden head smile with gratitude as he let you. "I hope your friend is alright. My husband mean no harm. He's just watching out for all of us." Jay nodded, taking no offense after clearing out the misunderstanding.

Meanwhile after Bakgu Noh revealed the truth, Jichang sit quietly with his thoughts, 'Shit, (Name) was right...'

Masterlist

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

MC who's eyes change color to their pact mark when they feel each of the brother's sin? How would each of them react when they see it?

(Can it be a little NSFW for certain sins *cough* Asmo *cough* and maybe luci and satan too? yea i'm a simp...)

Hiiii i finally finished this omg. It's been staying in my drafts for waaayyy too long. It also became a little longer than anticipated but I hope you like it. And I totally missed the part that you wanted all the brothers and only certain with nsfw 😭 sorry about that.. I'll make up for it and write for all of them sometime.

Summary: During an argument the only way you can shut them up is through the pact but it doesn't go exactly as planned.

Contains: NSFW (Minors do not interact)

Pairings:

Reader x Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

During a heated argument

Lucifer

You and the eldest had gotten into a serious argument over some trouble stirred by the rest of his brothers. And usually Lucifer wouldn't give it much thought since it's daily life for him to deal with his brother's antics but today you were at the peak of it. You didn't try to stop his brothers but rather it looked like you helped them. That's what made Lucifer feral. The thought of you helping his brothers with something you know you should prevent made the demon of Pride snap.

You were on your knees before the demon, about 2 hours into a big scolding. Though your patience was wearing thin.

-"You shouldn't be so reckless! What if something had happened to you?" –The demon yelled, his red eyes shining with wrath. You looked up with him with annoyance.

-"Nothing happened! Everything's okay! I'm okay! Why are we even having this conversation when everything is completely fine???" –You snap and raise to your feet, taking a few slow steps towards the demon.

-"Because I'm trying to prevent future situations like this! I'm trying to protect you, MC!" –He yelled, his eyes locked on you as you slowly closed the distance.

-"Yeah and by trying to protect me you're constantly suffocating me! 'You can't do this, you can't go there' stop controlling my life, Lucifer! I'm not a child!"

-"You're not a child hm? Then should I leave you alone? Is that what you want? To get eaten faster than you could call for my help?" –The demon speaks and runs a frustrated hand through his hair you close your eyes, trying to suppress your annoyance and anger but it's too much for you to handle. Frustration surged through you and you let a loud groan before speaking.

-"Aghh! Stop this! It's enough!" –You yell on top of your lungs. Your command seems to trigger the pact between you two and Lucifer is thrown across the room to his knees while your eyes shine in crimson blue. The raven-haired demon's eyes widen as he takes a sharp breath, trying to contain the pain your powerful pact caused. He takes in the sight of you and his eyes lock upon your eyes. Crimson blue - his colour. As well as Lucifer's pact mark on your left eye - it was also shining bright through the dimly lit room. The sight of you radiating such confidence, such pride. Your eyes shining with his sin caused a shiver of possessiveness to run through him. A sadistic smirk appeared on his face as he raised to his feet. Your face fell to the sight of his smug grin and you knew nothing good was in it for you. You took a step back but soon enough you were trapped in between the wall and Lucifer, who was beaming with pride and lust more than ever.

-"You look so beautiful in my colour, my master.. so powerful.. so fucking sexy.." his hands found your hips and he pulled you flush against him. The feel of his touch lit a fire inside you. You could feel your cheeks flush and your body melt into his hands even if that's not what you anticipated to happen. Your mind screamed at you to push him away, to remind him of the argument that had just occurred. Yet, the heat of his touch was impossible to ignore. He leaned down, his breath hitting and caressing your skin which drove shivers down your spine before pulling you into a desperate, passionate kiss, full of all the frustration from earlier. At first you struggle, trying to push him away but he's insistent. After a bit of struggle you finally give up and let yourself be tangled and surrounded by him. His hands travel up and down your body, making sure to touch and grab every curve it. You feel yourself spread your legs for him which makes the demon break the kiss just to look at you with that hungry gaze of his. He chuckles before speaking.

-"Already so desperate for me are you, MC? Hmm... Though I wonder.. should I give it to you or.." He pauses and presses his knee in between your legs, rubbing your heat which makes your breath hitch.

-"Or.. should I teach you a lesson for your disobedience?" He groans with frustration as he feels himself throbbing against his pants. His cock is screaming, begging to be free and to feel some kind of stimulation but Lucifer waits, knowing it's not the time to reward you. Meanwhile you grind against his knee, seeking even the last bit of pleasure it can give you. But The Avatar of Pride is not dumb. He is fast to notice that and smirks before picking you up and throwing you onto his bed. Surprise washes over you as you grip the sheets in uneasiness. Lucifer chuckles and unbuckles his belt as he makes his way to the bed.

-"I will make you scream my name tonight, master. And I won't stop until you're thoroughly punished. So I hope you're ready.. because you're not going to be getting any sleep tonight." The demon disposes of his clothes faster than you can imagine and he begins leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your neck, collarbone and face -everywhere he could reach bare skin, leaving a burning trail behind. Though his patience was wearing thinner than what he'd like. His hands gripped your shirt and tore it apart without even struggling. Soon follow your jeans and your bra, leaving you in only your lacy little thong that was soaked with your juices. Lucifer stopped in his tracks to admire the view.

-"Would you look at that, you horny little thing.. did you wear those for me? Tell me it's for me because if it isn't... I'm going to tear up to pieces whoever it was for..." The demon growled, admiring the view one last time before hooking his fingers into the waist band of the thong.

-"So warm.. so humid.. and it's all for me isn't it, my little human?" His fingers graced your clit which provoked a quiet moan out of you.

And so he continued teasing you just like this for god knows how much time. Bringing you ever so close to the peak and stopping, just to see your frustrated expressions to your denied orgasm, feeding the sadist in him. After a long while when he finally decided he had enough he raised on his knees, moving on top of you so his cock presses to your overstimulated cunt.

-"Are you ready, dear master? Because the fun is yet to start... The night is still young after all.." After those words the demon thrusts into you, making you let out a loud moan. He smirks as he begins fucking you. -Slow and steady at first but soon enough it becomes hard, raw, deep and fast. His cock was hitting all the right places inside you. You could feel each and every vein covering his shaft. And it wasn't long before you finally reached that blissful release. And so as the night went on Lucifer brought you to many more climaxes. More than you thought possible. And as promised he went on for the entire night. Lucifer had an unbelievable amount of stamina after all.

Satan

You were studying for the upcoming exams in RAD and it was a big struggle. There were a lot of concepts that weren't clear to you, making you question the possibility of those things. What do you mean demons can manipulate energy so much that they could take all the energy from one subject and turn it into something else entirely? And how were you supposed to do that yourself? You sighed burying your face into the books, praying that none of this nonsense will be on the exam and then it clicked. Why don't you call for someone's help? You looked through your contacts settling on two of them. Satan and Lucifer. Both were well aware of the subject you couldn't understand and now the question was which one? You began thinking.. you overheard that Satan has had a rough week and was on the verge of throwing a tantrum. It would take one mistake of yours for him to blow up the house. Lucifer on the other hand is a great teacher. He can be patient when teaching but is also a stressed man. If you don't understand the concept after many explanations he'll grow irritated. You decided you wanted to give Satan time to blow off some steam and calm down so you called Lucifer.

A few hours later you find yourself in Satan's room. He was mad that you had chosen Lucifer over him for such a simple thing as helping you understand that subject.

-"I am fully capable of explaining that concept to you, MC! Why do you always run to Lucifer when you face a problem??? Why??" –The demon yelled, the sound of his voice making shivers run down your spine. You looked down at the ground, fidgeting your fingers, hoping Satan wouldn't get too mad.

-"I.. I just thought you needed to calm down.. I heard you had a rough week.. I just.." You stammer out but Satan's angry glare stops you in your tracks.

-"You think I would refuse to help you just because I've had a rough week? You think I can't be patient with you when I'm irritated? And is that why you had to run to Lucifer??" He yelled, rubbing his temper, struggling not to lose control. He knew that if he lost control now it would make matters worse and you would avoid him even more than you are now.

-"Lucifer is not more capable than me, MC! I can control my anger! Don't you trust I can??? Lucifer is one to lose his mind because of the smallest mistake!" Satan yelled, jealousy flashing through his eyes. Hurt and wrath. You knew you were the one who hurt him. Guilt was tugging at your heart, hoping Satan would understand the situation but he didn't even want to look into it properly. Satan has always been like that when you do something with Lucifer instead of him. The fear that he could be the same as Lucifer or worse than him tugged at his heart. Always layed at the back of his mind. Creeping up at moments when he was unsure about himself.

-"Satan, listen to me-" You tried to explain but he was lost in his wrath so much that he wouldn't listen.

-"How could you? With what exactly is Lucifer better than me, MC? What makes him your first choice rather than me? Why not me MC?" He spoke his voice screaming hurt.

-"Satan it's not like that. I trust you Satan, please listen." You tried again and again but nothing seemed to work. The demon of wrath was blinded by his rage and the only thing you could do is use your pact to stop him before he destroys the entire house. You take a deep breath before speaking.

-"That's enough! Satan, stay!" You yell and seconds later the demon goes flying into a bookshelf, causing most of the books to fall on the floor. Satan groans in pain as he sits on his knees before you. You feel the power of the pact surge through you. It's like liquid has been poured into your veins. The strength flowing through your body. Your eyes shine green. The same colour of Satan's sin. Though that isn't left unnoticed. Upon seeing your shining bright green eyes a mischievous smirk appears on Satan's face and he raises to his feet.

-"I'll forgive you.. just this once.. because..." He takes a few slow steps towards you. His intimidating presence makes your breath hitch in your throat.

-"... because the way your eyes shine with my colour.. like I'm the only man in your eyes speaks much about who you prefer. That loser Lucifer or me. And the answer is crystal clear. So.. my master..let me indulge in you.." His hands find your body, caressing all your curves and leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. He slowly walks you to the bed before pushing you down. You see the hungry look in his eyes that draws a fire inside you. He's quick to dispose of his clothes and moves onto your own. He unbuttons buttons and takes off pieces of clothes in-between kisses and caresses. He's desperate to see, to touch your skin. And when he finally reaches it it's like he's reached heaven. You can see the fire burn in his eyes as his fingers inch closer and closer to your throbbing pussy. Satan smirks and gently drags his fingers down your slit. All the way from your clit to your asshole before circling the little bundle of nerves with his thumb. You let out a soft gasp to the sensation.

-"Don't hold those noises in, MC. Let me hear you. Let my brothers hear who's making the human feel this good." –He works on your clit and your entrance for a while. His skillful fingers, caressing and rubbing all of the right places before his patience finally wears thin and he hoovers above you, rubbing the head of his dick to your entrance. You whimper in pleasure and the demon smirks, proud of himself for making you feel this way. Soon enough he pushes in and fills you whole. You can feel him hit each and every spot, rub your insides just right, making you see stars. He makes love to you sensually, making sure you feel each and every sensation that comes with being taken by the Avatar of Wrath. That night he makes sure you're thoroughly satisfied. As well as himself of course.

Asmodeus

It's been really busy for you lately. It was exam week in RAD and you've been studying nonstop. It was rare for you to spend time with the brothers during this period since you were buried to the hilt with books, notebooks and studies. You barely had time for yourself considering how hard and co confusing all Devildom subjects were. 'The steps to the ultimate love potion' ... Wait that's a real thing? 'How to seduce and manipulate the human mind' ..uhm... I'll act as if I didn't just read that.. 'Binding curses for advanced' ...Why just why? Overall it was crazy confusing. A few hours into studying you decided to take a short breath. You sat away from all the books, taking a deep breath and rubbing your temple in frustration. You were going to have the biggest ass headache tomorrow morning and you couldn't do anything about it. Well that's not entirely true. You could use one of the spells that stop any kind of pain in the human body for which you just studied about but... that's if you remember them... There is just no way out of this. Suddenly your phone buzzed which grabbed your attention. You looked at the phone. Asmo's name was on the screen. You smiled briefly and picked up the phone to answer and before you could even say hi you heard Asmo's frustrated voice on the other side.

-"Well you took your sweet, sweet time to answer me, MC. What's keeping you so occupied, hm?" –Your eyes widened briefly. It didn't take you long to answer the phone though? That's when you noticed the six missed calls from the demon of lust, all in the past hour. You froze in place. The only good thing that came out of this is that the missed calls weren't from Lucifer. If they were.. you'd probably end up dead. But other than that everything was a disaster.

-"Asmo, I'm so sorry.. I was busy studying and I didn't notice." –You apologised, hoping the demon would understand but exactly as you feared he didn't budge.

-"You didn't notice? Would that also happen to be the same excuse you'll use for all the times you avoided me this week?" –You could hear the slight hurt in his voice. The way his voice broke at a few words made your heart stop and shatter to tiny pieces. You never meant for this to happen. There was only one rational thing to do.

-"I'll be right there, Asmo. Just give me a second." –You spoke and immediately stood up, walking hurriedly towards the fifth-born's room.

-"If I'm so unimportant to you, why bother?" –You rolled your eyes upon his words. Sure, you understand that he's seeking your attention but it was a bit over the top. Drama queen much? You hung up the phone just as you knocked on his door. But you didn't receive an answer.

-"Asmo, open the door." –You asked in a high voice so he could hear you properly.

-"Would it make such a big difference if I did? Would you care?" –He whined through the door, making you roll your eyes once again.

-"Asmodeus, stop being difficult and open the door. Talk to me. Don't shut me out like this." –You pleaded, hoping the demon would give up the attitude and talk to you openly. After a few long seconds, the door finally opens slightly ajar. You see Asmodeus' tear stained face. All puffy and red. It's not often you see him like this and it gnaws at your heart. You swallow the limb that's been clogging your throat and push open the door.

For the next few minutes you try to reassure the upset demon that he is, in fact important to you. And that you didn't have enough time to catch up with your studies as well as spend time with him but he wasn't having it.

-"Do you even care about me anymore? Am I not your priority any longer?" –He paused to swallow his tears before speaking up again.

-"You don't care about me anymore, right? Am I right? I was just a temporary fling to you?" –He continued but your anger boiled and boiled since he wasn't listening and wasn't even trying to. And that's when you finally snapped.

-"Asmodeus, I command you to shut up!" –You speak loud enough for the command to be executed. Asmodeus stops in his tracks, the direct command preventing him from saying anything else. You feel a fire surge through you. The feeling, the power of commanding a demon and binding him into place with just a few words. Your eyes shine pink-the colour of Asmodeus' sin. They are bright and radiant. Anyone could see how much power you hold over the demon only if they were here to see. But the only one that's with you at the moment is Asmodeus. And he does notice the colour of your eyes and the power in your expression. Suddenly the hurt vamished from his eyes and is replaced with something else. He takes a deep breath and walks towards you slowly, sensually, making your breath stop. You can command the demon of lust but can you command the lust itself?

-"So it is true.. I can see it in your beautiful, radiant eyes... I am in fact important to you.. and not just important... The most important.. your eyes don't shine like that for anyone else.. do they?" –He slowly takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you towards him until you're pressed against his chest. He leans down, savouring your scent. You could feel his nose slighty brush against the side of your cheek and it sends shivers down your spine. The fifth-born's eyes are burning. You could see the desire in them and he slowly begins guiding you to the bed.

-"If that really is the case.. Prove it to me tonight, sweet, sweet master.. prove it to me until I've had enough of you.." –He pushed you down onto the bed and looms over your, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hands slide over all your cracks and curves, trying to reveal more and more skin.

-"Those clothes are getting in my way.. I need you au-naturel..." –He speaks and slowly begins taking off your clothes, revealing your bare body to him. Soon enough you're fully nude in front of him and so is he. You didn't even notice when he managed to take off his clothes as well but it didn't matter now. You gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss - more desperate than the last few. His fingers travelled down your body reaching your center and digging his fingers inside. He slowly worked on your clit. Caressing ever so slightly. Giving the smallest amount of pleasure. You groan and grind your hips against his hand, hoping to create some more friction and he chuckles.

-"Desperate to be pleased are you? Well now you know how you made me feel the past few days, master.." –He speaks quietly into your ear. A fire burns in your body and every flick of his fingers over your clit makes you tremble and whine, hoping for something more. After a long while he finally inserts a finger inside you. Guiding it in and out, slowly and sensually. You moan and press yourself closer to him. His fingers work on your cunt while his thumb circles your clit and before you know it you were trembling in pleasure. Lost in the feeling of the fifth-born's hand on your pussy. After your powerful orgasm he gently removed his fingers and replaced them with his rock-hard length.

-"The fun hasn't even started, MC.. Were going to be having fun all night long.." –He says and thrusts into you, filling your whole. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out and extended moan. His thrusts are sensual and pleasureable. Hitting all of the right spots inside you. And before you know it you're clenching around him, milking his dick dry. And with that the fun continues into the night.

[noxxuniverse]

-🐭anon here !!!

Manifested a few things recently..

- my hair growing super long, everyone literally noticed it.. like obviously they did, it's so long now and simply cannot go unnoticed! I got so many compliments as well

- I revised my past poor grades, despite this having been my worst fear so far.. because I was really scared of failing school this year and not having enough time to revise them, but I did! I had a lot of bad grades before, today my teacher came to me and told me that she needed more grades from me, because she apparently only had one... and that was an A. (Before, I had like 3 F's in her class)

So she gave me some assignment, that I should hand in after, so I really turned my brain on, affirmed that this was easy and I understood it all, so I manifested that instantly too!! And I'm pretty sure I got a good grade now, because I was the first to finish and I had 30 minutes left to do whatever I wanted until class ended<3 (I usually like to work slow, but I guess I changed my assumption about that too.)

- I manifested always getting everything done on time, whenever I wake up for school, it's hard for me to get my hair done, eat breakfast etc.. while still having enough time to leave the house on time.

I changed that since a few days, I woke up 40 minutes later than usual, I still got everything done on time and it was great! I'm never late!!

Currently I'm manifesting that guy that I like, to like me back (he already does, but there has been some conflict) and I'm manifesting his age gap, his friendgroup to be.. less toxic, and much more

And I know that it'll be easy as always, because it's just easy like that😭😭?? And currently I enjoy doing long hours of saturating my mind, it helps so much and it's pretty fun to me, I also use a counter app, to count my affs and I do the 10k affs challenge daily

I'll just write a list of everything and keep repeating that I have everything off that list♡

HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY, HAPPY MANIFESTING YALL, ITS EASY<3333

WOO!! LETS GO!!

I'm actually so proud fr, one of my favourite anon deadass lmaoaoao

KEEP THE SUCCESS STORIES COMINGG!!

[fushiglow]

10 things I've learned about being a fanfic author over the last year

At the time of writing this post, I have been writing and sharing fanfiction for Jujutsu Kaisen for almost two years. This time last year, my in-progress longfic, Over the Threshold, started to gain popularity and, over the last twelve months, I think it's fair to say I have become somewhat of a BNF in the SatoSugu community... Sigh...

While every creative wants their work to be seen, there is a threshold (ha) past which visibility brings difficulties, and unfortunately I went over it (ha) in recent months. It has changed my fandom experience significantly, and not entirely for the better. While there have been friendships for life forged, beautiful memories I'll carry with me for the rest of my life, and more kind words and fanart than I can shake a stick at, there have also been opportunists, naysayers, and even outright bullies.

Seeing your name thrown around in fandom spaces with little regard for the real person behind the writing — for your character, for your circumstances, for your creative liberty — does force you to re-evaluate your relationship with your work and your audience. With that in mind, I thought I'd share the lessons I've taken from the last year as a fanfic author.

I really hope this serves as advice for any fanfic authors seeking more visibility on their work, and also generally encourages more thoughtful engagement with fandom creators. Let's go!

1. Writing for anyone except yourself is still a bad idea

That doesn't mean it isn't sometimes worth taking reader preferences into account. It's just about knowing when to disregard them. We write fanfiction for lots of different reasons that vary from fic to fic. Sometimes, making other people happy is a good enough reason to write a fic, as long as that's what you set out to do and you're under no illusions about that.

However, letting reader expectations creep into your approach to your other work in a way that doesn't serve your personal creative vision is a bad idea, especially because...

2. People disrespect fanfic authors even more than you thought

There are plenty of kind, supportive people in fandom. However, the unfortunate truth is they are vastly outnumbered by people who will gobble up your work without even taking a moment to say thank you for the meal and who will, in fact, demand more from you instead.

Trying to please entitled people who are impossible to satisfy, who bring nothing of value to your fandom experience, and who may even resort to bullying if you don't play by their ever changing rulebook is a pointless endeavour — so don't bother!

3. Your writing process is a constant work in progress

Because you are a constant work in progress. You can't always expect something that worked for you a year ago to work the same now. There are too many variables in play, not least your skill as a writer. If the stabilisers you put on last year are no longer helping, maybe it's a sign you don't need them anymore. Maybe it's time to take them off and try something new.

I am still planning a more in depth writing process post, but the simple truth is, my writing process can be summed up as...

4. Whatever works!

My main piece of advice when it comes to writing is always going to be, "at some point, you've just got to do it". Sure, there are tools and techniques you can use to aid the process, but ultimately it always comes down to you and the words.

There's no right or wrong way to write, and there's no point comparing your process to someone else's, because ultimately you'll do whatever works for you. Whether you're someone who religiously practises a warm-up routine before sitting down to write or someone who stares at the screen for two months straight before vomiting up a masterpiece whole (or someone like me who jumbles their way through with a slightly different approach every time), it's all good as long as it ends with words on paper.

5. Writing for an audience changes the game

For better and for worse! Having an engaged readership on a WIP has, on occasion, created unique and invaluable opportunities to elevate my work beyond what would have been possible by myself. I'm very grateful for the artist-audience dialogue that I know we all crave when sharing our work with the world but aren't always fortunate enough to experience.

However, being aware of your audience while writing also influences your approach in unhelpful ways, no matter how much you try to get around it. Ensuring that I maintain control of that dialogue (or, at the very least, a 50/50 back and forth) requires constant vigilance.

6. Community is a double edged sword

I think everyone in fandom is seeking community of one kind or another. Building a dedicated community around my writing and seeing real good come of it was an unexpected by-product of sharing my fic with the world, but a deeply rewarding one. However, communities aren't static and they require a collaborative effort to maintain.

Series come to an end, fandom trends shift, people move on. On the flipside, you build something so wonderful that others want to share in its benefits without contributing in meaningful ways. Seeing a community so closely tied to your work and your sense of self shift into something unrecognisable until you start to feel like a stranger in your own space is very hard. Furthermore, managing a community in a dedicated forum takes significant time and energy which could be spent writing, which is why...

7. The most successful fanfic authors are selfish

What I mean by "successful" is up to you. However, whether it's replying to comments, supporting fellow creatives in the fandom, or even tagging work for discoverability, some authors disregard anything that prevents them from getting words onto the page. Some people are here to post their shit and leave — and more power to them.

The more of yourself you offer, the more people come to expect until, eventually, the already generous act of writing thousands of words for your fandom becomes the bare minimum. This is often where the topic of "fandom etiquette" comes up, but fanfic authors are already taking on a disproportionate share of the burden simply by sharing their work in the first place. Anything beyond that is a courtesy we are not obligated to extend. We should thank authors who thoughtfully choose to extend those courtesies anyway, rather than vilifying them when they don't.

8. Guarding your enjoyment is paramount

If, like me, you're an author who does enjoy being an active member of the fandom community, then it's important to watch out for the myriad of things that can come between you and your stories. Fandom politics, or even just fandom trends, can have a huge influence on your relationship with the characters that originally inspired you.

However, what other people are doing with them doesn't need to have any bearing on what you choose to do with them if you don't want it to. Responding to fandom trends in your writing can be satisfying, but maintaining a degree of separation between wider fandom and the stories that really matter to you is crucial, I think. That being said...

9. Collaboration feeds creativity

Some beautiful moments have been born from throwing an idea back and forth with my fellow fans. Simple things can rapidly snowball into territory you would never usually set foot in, and expanding your creative horizons like that can only ever be a good thing! Being open with your ideas in fandom spaces is always a bit of a worry, but the reward for extending that trust far outweighs the risk in my experience.

Additionally, I think we get caught up in the idea of absolute originality, but if you're active in fandom, you're always taking inspiration from your fellow creatives. Freely crediting the people who have inspired me has only ever brought wonderful things my way, and I've even gone on to develop collaborative relationships with some of them. Fandom is more fun with other people!

10. But ultimately, writing is lonely work

No matter how many friendships you forge, you still have to retreat into solitude to write the damn story eventually. Writing doesn't lend itself to active human connection as much as art or music. You can chat to someone while drawing or play an instrument alongside another person, but when you're writing, you have to go it alone.

And the worst part? Even when you eventually share your story with the world, no one will ever care about it as much as you do. Writing is such a deeply lonely experience most of the time, I think — which is why it's so important to hold onto all the things that make it worthwhile.

And that's that! I have been stewing on all of these thoughts privately, but I wanted to share them in case they're of value to someone. I tried to keep it as measured as possible, but I acknowledge that I'm in a bit of a bitter headspace about fandom in light of the Discourse TM and subsequent harassment over Christmas.

I don't think it will stop me writing stories for this fandom, but I do think it will make me more guarded in my interactions with the wider community, and I think that's a shame. I joined this fandom as a fan first and a creator second, and I'm deeply sad to feel like some of the parts I used to enjoy most are no longer accessible to me.

This experience has certainly got me thinking more critically about the trend of fandom creators seemingly becoming more distant as they gain popularity. The word "arrogant" is often thrown around, but I think it's much more likely that taking a less active role in fandom spaces isn't as much a choice as it is a necessary measure for the sake of wellbeing and even safety.

Fascinating in a sort of sick way.

[starrywooyo]

DEAREST: CHP ONE

pairing: ot8! ateez x fem reader

genre: mafia au

!!warnings(per chapter)!! !NONE FOR NOW!

word count: 1.5K

taglist: (lmk if you want removed/added

@scuzmunkie @santineez @yoonshiiu @stayatinykatsy @nuggiesnuggetdog04 @hon3ysun

synopsis: new town, new city, new country again.. will it be permanent this time? the friends you make.. are they honest? relationships? who's telling the truth..? what is the truth.. who should you believe?

notes: first official chapter~~ hellooo! I'm s sorry it took so long.. its not as long a chapter i would like but id rather post this the now and give you something than keep you guys waiting longer.. with that.. i hope you guys enjoy and.. happy new year!! happy 2025!!

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 You walk up a few more steps and take a seat at the long table.. ‘Wooyoung’ who you've just been introduced to turns around in his seat leaning his head on his now propped up arms.

“So pretty.. Where are you from never seen you around here before~” he smiles up at you

“Ahaha yeah.. Um.. I'm actually not from anywhere really..” you say and he looks up at you confused..

“My father.. He moves locations at work a lot so we’re never in one place or country for too long..i was born here though and did stay here in my grandparents estate until i was like 7 or 8..”

“Ooooh I see.. So.. how’d you know our Yun, pretty? Are you together?”

“Oh- no no no!! Nothing like that.. Apparently his family is friends with mine? Or well my grandparents..?” you answer back very quickly..

“So you don't have a boyfriend then?”

“Wooyoung!” yunho warns

“What! It's valuable info.. I don't want some guy coming after me if she does..”

“I uh.. I dont no… i'm never in a place long enough to.. “

He opens his mouth to speak again but the lecturer enters the room.

“Good Morning class. Oh? It appears we have a new face in our homeroom.. Hi i’m Mr Kim, this homeroom isn't anything strict please just think of it as a chill space before your lectures. If you want to introduce yourself you can.”

You stand and clear your throat.

“Hi I'm y/n.. I uh.. I've never been in one place too long but I hope to make and be good friends with you all.”

Some students smile, others are just not very interested..

“Thank you y/n.. I hope you enjoy being in our homeroom and that the guys will treat you kindly.. Now.. lets see here…” the homeroom teacher trails off and begins daily announcements and just little things we should know before the day starts. Then we just have free time.. To which yunho uses to look over your schedule properly.

“Mmm.. seems you’re in the same building as me most of the time so i can take you to your classes while you get used to the layout.. Apart from your art lecture period.. That's on the whole other side of the campus…” he trails off

“I don't mind escorting the pretty lady to the music and arts dept~ would be an honor as a gentleman” wooyoung says, turning around in his seat.. Kinda biting his lip. 

“To hell I'd let you take her woo.. I'll get hongjoong to take her..”

“WHAT- oops.. I mean what.. You’d let hongjoong take her? Isn't he worse than me-”yunho quickly kicks the back of Wooyoung's chair.

“Fine.. jongho then.. He's got music during that period so music rooms just down the hall from the art dept. Don't worry y/n.. Jongho.. He's quiet but he's nice.”

..

So the day goes on and yunho true to his word, escorts you to all your lectures and picks you up from them. 

It's a bit overwhelming needing to introduce yourself in every class but.. It had to be done.. In all honesty you just wanna go back home, you're that socially drained. 

Thankfully it's lunch.. 

“Yeah so this is the cafeteria… The lunches and stuff they serve are pretty good.. Open all day so if you ever get an extra free period you can always come in for a snack or y’know.. Or of course bring your own lunches, that's totally okay too.." Yunho says as he holds the door open for you.. 

You both collect a tray of food and side dishes 

“Come on, you can sit with me”

“Is that.. Really a good idea..?” 

Yunho lets out a breathy laugh

 “I mean sit yourself if you want but.. Isn't it better to sit with someone on the first day? Y’know socialise? Besides.. You've got art next and jonghos sitting with wooyoung already so wouldn't it be good to know your new escort for your last lecture??” 

“I.. I suppose you’re right.” 

So you follow him to the table where the two other guys sit

“Ooooh hey again pretty~”

“Wooyoung.” yunho warns again just like in the class 

“Oh y/n this is jongho.. Jongho y/n shes new”

“Yeah.. she's the girl you got told to help this morning.. I know..” jongho says as she eats a bit of his food. 

“Yeah.. that's right.. I was hoping you could take her to the art and music department on campus after lunch since it's on the other side of campus from my last few lectures..? You're going to the music room right?”

Jomgho hums at that..

“I suppose I could take her.. For you..” he says

“Thank you..” you say 

To that he just kinda gives you a smile.. 

The rest of the lunch you just eat in the sort of awkward silence with wooyoung occasionally asking you a question.. 

Then once you finished your lunch you all take your trays and put them away and discard any rubbish. 

Yunho bids you all farewell as he heads in the opposite direction and you just silently follow jongho through the building until you get to the exit to walk across the campus towards the art and music department building.. 

“So.. you do music?” you ask him

He nods a little

“Yeah… that's right..”

“What do you play..?”

“Guitar… I sing a little too..”

Oh.. he plays.. 

“That's nice.. Guitar and singing go well with each other..” 

He just hums again and gets his id card out and buzzes the door open to the building and enters holding the door for you..  And you walk down the hall 

“What room is your art room?” he asks..

“Oh..” you struggle a bit and get your printed schedule out of your bag..

“A-1117?” 

“Mmh you're up the stairs then.. This way..” he leads you up the flight of stairs ..

And sure enough on a little stick out sign..

A-1115… A-1116.. A-1117.. On the far end..

“Oh… I see it.. Thank you jongho.. You don't need to walk me to the door.. Thank you for showing me the way.” you smile at him and bow.

He just smiles, but it's a small one “no problem..” and turns and makes his way back down the stairs..

You walk down the hall and then into the room..

It's a wide open space, tables and various art supplies neatly tucked away.. Some students already in there

“You must be y/n?.. I'm your lecturer but you can just call me jenny.. Pick a desk anywhere.. We’re not drawing today just doing some theory..”

“Aah okay.. Thank you..

… 

After your art lecture jenny had told you about some books you should pick up from the campus library a girl in your art class kindly showed you the way 

But shoot that is a bi stack of art books.. Only a few would fit in your backpack so you had to carry the rest.. You thank the librarian who got you the books and after checking them out you make your way to the doors of the library.

You struggle but eventually get the door open and slip out.. You walk down the hall carrying the stack of books, one of the top ones begin to slip and of course gravity pulls it to the ground.. 

“Oh..” 

You turn and shift the stack into one arm.. And bend down to pick the fallen book up.. Only another arm has extended to pick it up.. One tatted up with a sleeve..

“Here, let me get that for you” your gaze meets the face of the man

He helps you stand upright and let sout a cheeky laugh

“That's a lot of books is it not? Art student?”

“Yeah.. something like that..”

“D’you need a hand getting to where you're going or..” he trails still holding the book..

“I think i can manage..” just as you say that some more books begin to move in the pile as you try and move them back to the middle.. And onto the ground.. 

The man laughs.. 

“Sure you can, princess.. Come on. I'll help you carry them to your car..assuming.. You're getting picked up?” he says as he picks the fallen books up as well as taking a few more from your stack.

“Ah.. well thank you.. I appreciate it..”

And so you walk with the man through the campus and to the parking lot where others are getting picked up by their chauffeurs

You see the family driver standing outside the car..

“It's just that one there.. “

He walks towards the car and opens the door on the other side placing your books on the seat.. 

The driver opens your side

“Oh um.. Thank you for helping me..” you trail off not knowing the guys name

He opens his mouth to speak.

“Hongjoooong!! Come on!! We’re gonna be late..” a voice calls from a little bit away.. 

Wooyoung and another few boys stand.. 

He turns and gives them a thumbs up..

“Hongjoong.. My names hongjoong..”

“Well thank you hongjoong..”

“No problem princess” he does a little bow and runs off to catch up with his friends.. And you get in the car…

So that's hongjoong? He.. didn't seem as bad as wooyoung said..

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Pineyyyyy,

I'm asking for the masses: please bless us with your writing process! How do you perfect these wonderful fics?

Thank you so much for asking Zae! 💞

As my writing process is a little chaotic and not very disciplined, I'll try to gather some advice and a rough timeline of what I do and how!

I think you'll already know most of those tips Zae, considering how incredible your writing already is! I hope this will still be helpful! Also forgive me because this is going to be long and detailed (I'm hopeless).

To everyone reading this, please keep in mind that I do not claim to have a perfect recipe for writing things that will make everything absolutely incredible (first of all, I do not think my work is perfect—far from it—and it's important for you that your writing process stays fun and comfortable!). This list is about things that work for me, but you have to find what works for you!!

NON-WRITING STUFF

Before writing: I love to set myself in the mood. As I don't have much free time my dedicated writing time has become a sort of sacred moment and I have my rituals (I put up the holy combo music+a good teapot of tea+Frankincense)

Music is a HUGE part of my writing process. As you and the amazing @/redwritr have already told me (thanks again both of you this is the best compliment ever<3), my writing sounds like music and I think this is also why. (Typical example for Fantasies II: I listened to Mother Mother's - "Body" in a loop to write the desperation moment. Maybe it's just me being too suggestible, but the pace and tone of a music piece totally guide me while writing).

I use Google Docs (on dark mode lol) to write, always. I know it's not super original and I regret not being able to put a nice background or typing sounds like ZenWriter allows you to for example, but it is the most convenient for me because I can carry my WIPs everywhere through my phone or laptop (plus it has the autosave, thinking about your writing curse LMAO).

THE WRITING ITSELF - what I do very factually and in what order.

I start by writing absolutely ANYTHING that comes through my mind, even if it's very shitty or doesn't make sense. Really, anything, no filter, just pure creative torrent flooding through my brain. Most of the time, I never publish the fic like this, it's purely to keep me motivated and to let ideas flow from my brain, otherwise they just don't want to appear. It's more difficult for me to find good ideas/work the flow of what's happening if I have to stop every two minutes and reflect on what I've done. I never correct my spelling at this point either and sometimes even leave words or bits of sentences in French lol. It must be spontaneous and wild.

I usually have the main ideas somewhere written on a note and new ideas are added between them as I write.

Once this draft is finished, I have the rough lines of what's happening and the different parts of the fic, and it's time for what I like to call the "Ripening" phase (yes I'm French ofc I'm using cheese/wine metaphors for my work lmaoo). Basically, I re-read the draft a LOT of times and focus on parts that seem odd/are not well written enough to my liking.

During that phase, I do a lot of research. I like to search for lexical fields, synonyms, original or uncommon words. I use Notion to organize links of all the website/Tumblr pages that I like for discovering vocab. I visit almost every time @/literaryvein-reblogs; their blog is a pure goldmine! (let me know if you want me to share some resources).

With this newly acquired vocab, I like to go for alliteration/assonance. I often replace words I had written during the spontaneous phase with new vocab words that simply sound better together. I also try out different versions of my metaphors and keep what feels better or what is the more telling/meaningful/simply more pleasant to read.

Once all this is finished, I always take the time to re-read the whole thing in one go, trying to step back and put myself as a reader. I often end up deleting parts that seem too long or not essential enough from fear of boring you guys. I think this is purely personal, you writers know what you really want to keep or not in your writing.

So basically that's what's happening: 1. Pure chaotic writing session where I let myself be wild and write nonsense 2. Ripening phase (sorting out the good from the horribly bad from the first phase, vocab, deleting or changing parts, trying out different words and figures of speech, sometimes re-writing whole paragraphs). This phase might be the longest actually. 3. Final reading in one time and last details before publishing.

INSPIRATION AND WRITING STYLE - Getting the pretty picture out of your brain!

I know it feels difficult to put exactly what's on your mind to paper, and sadly just like while painting/drawing, imo you can never reproduce EXACTLY what you see in your brain into a physical object. You can only approach this vision as best you can! Here's what works for me.

I always try to immerse myself completely in the setting; where are the characters, what mindest do they have in this moment, what is surrounding them?

Use the five senses, this is something I do almost systematically. Sight is the most used ofc, but smell and hearing are also ultra important to me. Touch and taste also are central, especially during smut. They help bring words to life!

Don't be afraid to describe a lot; this is important to get closer to what you're picturing and putting the same image in your reader's mind.

Now, this isn't a secret to anyone, my favorite tools are metaphors and comparisons + allegories when I'm good enough to find one. To me they are the best way you can explain to readers what the thing you're picturing is close to without having to factually describe every little detail of it; or how a character feels without being too obvious.

(This is a personal preference of mine. You have to find figures of speech that feels natural and good to you, that you like reading and writing!)

Read. Reading books, poems, other people's fics, and listening to songs and their lyrics are imo the best things you can do to nourish your own writing. We're social animals; a brilliant idea may spontaneously appear from nowhere in one's head but 99% of the time it's from discovering others that your writing style will be refined and perfected (identifying what you like/don't, why you're particularly in awe of a specific sentence or particularly attracted to certain types of phrasing without trying to copy/paste the thing is the way to go)

Be curious! Inspiration also comes from anywhere; go to museums, watch movies, go take a walk in nature, really let yourself be filled with all types of art and information. I use a notebook and my phone to note random things that I see or hear that gives me a sort of "inspiration potential".

e.g: I broke a match trying to light up a candle once. Completely banal and forgettable event. Well, it ended up being a comparison for a wasted potential in Through My Eyes. Yes, the notebook is flooded with random things I probably will never use, but this is also a good way to stay open and receptive to little things around you that can inspire you.

The "show don't tell" technique, as in cinematography is a pretty difficult balance to find but is really efficient to get people interested without offering them obvious things on a golden platter, and I personally love it. Here, here, and here (symptoms and afflictions method) are some more resources!

CONCLUSION AND FINAL ADVICE

As I already said, this is what works for me! You have to find what does for you and always remember to have fun! I know it might sound weird but most of my writing process is spontaneous and words just flow "naturally" out of me most of the time, so I don't really know how to explain things clearly (sorry about that :/)

ALSO your writing takes the time it needs and it's no one else's business!!!

As you can see, my drafts in perpetual change; it's totally fine not to write the perfect fic in one go! Don't be afraid to re-write and change things as many time as you want! (I honestly think I have to stop myself from reading my works because even now after publishing, I would still be changing things!)

Never ever put pressure on yourself while writing, this must not be a source of negative emotions (this goes for writer's block too, everyone has been through it, and you should not feel bad for it!)

The most important thing is for you to try! Try different styles, and different settings, try to get interested in new stuff even if it's not your usual medium. Always be curious!

And for my fellows non-English natives, try to use Grammarly to check your grammar and spelling, WordReference to check for translations/meanings, and DeepL instead of Google's translator!

Here, I think I'm finally done! Sorry it was that long, I hope I could help you Zae, and bring you guys some useful advice! As always, take care, and have fun writing!

-Pine 🌱

[popchoc]

16 or 37 with Clexa, please. Thank you.

Thank you for this one, good choice! As I always try to stick with canon when possible, I went for their final moment in 3.03. Hope it fits, and that you like it.

Clarke & Lexa - Was Any Of It Even Real?

"I swear fealty to you, Klark kom Skaikru." Kneeled down on the ground in front of her, Lexa looked up at Clarke without blinking. While the sudden act unbalanced Clarke for a second, there was not a single trace of hesitation in the Commander's eyes, nor in her words. As she continued, her voice was as calm and determined as before. "I vow to treat your needs as my own, and your people as my people."

Clarke didn't answer, said nothing in return. Instead she reached out, offering her palm, which Lexa accepted without a word. That's how they stood there, eye to eye again, in silence. The surrender, the trust, the vulnerability of the moment still hanging in the air - tangible almost, but fragile as promises can be.

Clarke was the first to let go, Lexa right then the first to look away. Suddenly highly aware of the quietness in the room, she cleared her throat.

"I'll escort you to your room," she mumbled, somewhat uncomfortable now, in no desire to linger. She swiftly spun around, towards the heavy door.

"Was any of it even real?"

Clarke's question froze Lexa in her movements. She didn't step forward as intended, but didn't turn back either.

"Our time together, before Mount Weather," Clarke went on when Lexa didn't react, or even move. "What you said. What you... what you did. Was any of it true?"

This time Clarke waited for an answer. It came with a shaky breath.

"Would you believe me if I said it was?"

Clarke closed her eyes, giving the question some honest thought, before looking at Lexa again. She shook her head, although Lexa couldn't see her. "I don't know."

Three words that still echoed through the spacious thrown room when Lexa finally turned to face her again. Because she hadn't moved away, the distance between them hadn't changed. One step would be enough to close it, to show instead of tell. If she could kiss her the way she had before...

But she could never again.

She'd tried. She'd failed. Clarke hadn't felt the way she did, and after everything that had happened since, she never would. It was a hard, but simple truth. The girl in front of her would never kiss her again.

Let alone love her.

Forcing herself to look Clarke in the eye, she swallowed. "Then maybe it's best to forget about it."

"Wouldn't that be convenient?" Clarke snorted humorlessly in response, "I bet you like me to forget everything else, too."

"No, I'm not... That's not what I mean," Lexa exclaimed, throwing her head back in frustration - mostly with herself. To regain her composure, she inhaled sharply and squared her shoulders, resuming her familiar demeanor to find her confidence; chin up, hands behind her back.

There. She got this.

"The coalition is under pressure. We are on the brink of war with one of our own clans. We've got other things to focus on."

Clarke nodded, just once, as if sealing a deal. Yet as she did, her gaze darted to Lexa's lips, just briefly, as it had done before, and as it - beyond her control - might do again.

Unlike Lexa, she wasn't great at forgetting. Especially when the memory wasn't all bad. She doubted if she ever could.

Or wanted to.

But at least now she knew. A memory was all it was.

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let’s do some prompts!

[asterthemegadisaster]

I'll Take Care of You-- Carlisle x GN!Reader

Content warnings: signs of depression without explicitly citing depression, fluff no smut, gender neutral reader, first-person, description of cluttered room WC: 1.1k words

This was a request from an ask, so I hope you guys enjoy it, specifically the person who requested it! Please feel free to send requests for fics, the worst I'll say is no :)

✨My Masterlist✨

     image from the Twilight Graphic Novel     

“Oh, my,” Carlisle sighed as we walked through the door to my college dorm. He warily eyed the floor, which was littered with about two weeks’ worth of various energy drink cans, “How long have you been living like this?” He asked exasperatedly.

            “Umm, when was the last time you were here?” I replied sheepishly.

            Carlisle sighed deeply once more as he thoughtfully replied, “You know how bad these things are for you, you’re in medical school for crying out loud! What’s going on?” He asked, taking my warm hand and clasping it between his cool ones.

            I stared at the ground, unwilling—or unable—to meet his gaze, “Finals week just ended, I’ve been cramming since last week, and between work and school I just haven’t had much time for sleep; this was simply just a means to an end.”

            He squeezed my hand gently as he reached for my face, lifting my chin until I was looking at him, “How much sleep have you gotten, darling?” He asked softly, no doubt taking in the dark circles and bags that have been a feature of my eyes for weeks now.

            “Last night, or this week?” I asked, half hoping he would just laugh at my quip.

            “Both,” was the answer he gave.

            I dropped my eyes from his again and briefly stared at the magnificently colorful collage of cans on my floor before I said, “Probably about 3 hours last night…and maybe 15 hours the whole week?”

            Carlisle chided me, “You need to sleep!” His raised voice shocked me, but it was clear it came from a place of concern. He ushered me towards my bed, kicking cans out of the way as he led me toward it. He paused and turned to face me, “Where exactly have you been sleeping?”

            I pointed to my desk, where only the chair and a spot on top of the desk just large enough to fit me were clear of even more empty cans. Carlisle rubbed his temples, “Okay, sit in the chair, give me just a moment,” he said, guiding me by the shoulders until I was sitting in the desk chair.

            He quickly cleared off my bed, speeding between the bed and the trashcan as he removed handfuls of cans littering across my bed. I just stared at the ground, embarrassed by how bad it had gotten. I honestly hadn’t meant for it to get this bad, I’ve just been so focused on passing my finals so I can get into a good residency program.

            The sound of Carlisle’s voice startled me as he said gently, “Stand up, I’ll put you into bed.”

            I rose slowly, and Carlisle smoothly picked me up, carrying me bridal style to the bed. As he lay me down, I noticed that he had carefully arranged the pillows just the way I liked them, and he had even procured my long-lost weighted blanket.

            “You need to sleep,” he said softly, pulling the blanket up to my chin and tucking it tightly around my body. 

            I rolled on my side to face him, “I’m not tired,” I insisted.

            “You will be,” Carlisle said, walking over to my fan and turning it on, then moving to the small TV across the room; as he turned it on, he opened YouTube and put on a video I didn’t see, but soon began to hear—thunderstorm sounds. I lay in bed, stunned. I expected him to judge me or yell at me for taking such poor care of myself, but he was so damn kind that he tucked me into bed so I could sleep. Baffled by the notion that someone could care for me so much, I just let my head settle onto the pillow.

            Carlisle appeared at my bedside and carefully stroked my hair as he said, “You need to sleep.”

            Soothed by his gentle voice and ensnared by his soft golden eyes, I couldn’t help but be relaxed. The sound of the thunderstorm on the TV, the coolness in the room brought on by the fan, and the heavenly feeling of Carlisle stroking my hair had me falling deeper and deeper into the bed. The last thing I felt was Carlisle’s cool lips on my cheek as he whispered in my ear, “Sleep now, dear.”

When I awoke, I felt beyond refreshed; I checked my phone, which had been plugged in and placed beside me on my bed, it was 8pm. Without any idea what time I fell asleep, I had no idea how long I’d been asleep, but evidently it had been a while, as Carlisle was nowhere to be seen. 

I hopped out of bed, my feet hit the plush rug—wait a minute, the rug? I surveyed the floor around me and found it spotless. Oh my god, he fucking cleaned, I thought to myself. Tears welled up in my eyes and my heart soared at the gesture; nobody had ever done something this kind for me. As I looked in the corner, I noticed he had even taken the trash out. I turned around to look at my desk and found it spotless and neatly organized, with a small piece of paper sitting on top of my laptop.

I looked at the top shelf on my desk and found a bottle of melatonin sitting there. I took two from the bottle and walked into the bathroom adjoined to my dorm to get some water. Filling a cup from the tap, I quickly swallowed the pills and went back to my room, heading for the mini fridge. I found a package of meat and cheese already cut up in a container, a gift from Carlisle. How sweet, I thought to myself. 

I grabbed the container and took it to my desk, eating quickly as the effects of the melatonin slowly set in. As I climbed into my bed, my eyes felt heavy. I drifted off to another deep sleep, the gentle pressure of my weighted blanket on top of me comforting me as if Carlisle were here with me.

[unluckiestmember]

Bro. I got you.

Cho Hyun-ju/Player 120 X Trans MTF! Reader

Characters: Cho Hyun-ju/Player 120, Kim Young-mi/Player 095, Park Yong-sik/Player 007, Jang Geum-ja/Player 149 and Park Gyeong-seok/Player 246

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: Shoutout to @highoffoflove for the idea above! My brother (or sister) needed their request fulfilled and damn it I'm gonna fulfill it! I hope you like this one, buddy!

During the final rounds of Mingle, Cho Hyun-ju was horrifyingly positive that Young-mi wouldn't make it.

She expected to find the pushed female approach her room's door to watch as she was gunned down.

So imagine her surprise when upon opening the door, her sister figure, alive, comes running up to her in happy tears! She was really alive! But how?

She explains that as she was on the ground, Park Gyeong-seok recognized her and in the middle of his recognition of the woman, she was carried without hesitation into a room that lacked one more teammate.

And who carried her into that room? Well. It was you.

Hyun-ju and Jang Geum-ja were more than appreciative of your spring into action to save someone they considered family. You won't ever forget seeing how the beautiful woman dropped to her knees to thank you with a series of bows.

After the game, Hyun-ju's team welcomed you with open arms and you did the same, seeing everyone on the team as family.

You had no choice since Geum-ja basically adopted you, Yong-sik became very enamored by your beauty and Young-mi was joined to your hip.

The appreciation from Hyun-ju started off healthy enough and enormous in size, but as time passed, she found herself becoming a bit envious of you.

You were so sweet, with a voice as smooth as honey and a body that she'd kill for.

Young-mi loved you, everyone loved you and you walked with so much confidence that it made Hyun-ju wonder if she was lacking in that department.

And as a cherry on top, you were transgender?! Ugh, she wished she could just take your skin- You were so perfect! You were everything she ever wanted in her transitioning as a woman!

You were everything she wanted in a woman!

... Wait. Was that what's going on? Was this envy of becoming just as gorgeous as you? Or was this deep rooted admiration for you as a person?

Pondering such a question, Hyun-ju started to act kind of. Weird around you.

She would follow you awfully close, closer than Young-mi and Yong-sik!

She would start asking you questions about Thailand and what kind of make-up you used if not your dabble in jewelry or cooking and manicures.

It was kind of bothersome. But that uneasiness was slowly overpowered by endearment for her. Especially when she went out of her way to protect you during the raid after the voting.

It wasn't until after that daunting experience did you finally connect the dots on her affection for you. Hyun-ju didn't just admire you and look up to you. She loved you.

And you loved her.

As soon as you told her of your mutual feelings, Hyun-ju was as red as a tomato and everyone was sure she was going to pop in that second. But instead, she hastily asked you to be her girlfriend.

And as soon as you agreed to it, that's when Hyun-ju passed out.

It was cute. Hyun-ju was cute and the both of you made a cute couple.

As soon as you two left the games, you both made a journey to Thailand after Hyun-ju was finished transitioning, starting your new life together in paradise.

Though Hyun-ju would rather call it heaven. She was in heaven with the most divine angel she's ever seen. And she never wanted to leave it or your side. So she never did.

Should I open Squid Game requests? Knowing me, I'll definitely do some requests for my ladies of Season Two, but I don't know, you let me know!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

IDKK A REQUEST FOR ANYONE WHOS INTERESTED IN MAKING IT :3

HEYYY ITS YO GURL AND I HAVE A SILLY IDEA OK SO HEAR ME OUT YOUNG MI RIGHT HER LAST SECOND DEATH THING AS HYUN JU WAS PANICKING THINKING SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT SHE SEES YOUNG MI LAST MINUTE GET YANKED INTO A ROOM AFTERWARDS SHE FINDS YOUNG MI WITH A GROUP INCLUDING THE READER THE READER IS A TRANS FEMALE AS WELL BUT MOST CANT TELL DUE TO HER MANY SURGERIES WE HAVE LONG HAIR AND WERE RELATIVELY SHORT WE HAD SAVED YOUNG MI AND ALSO BEFRIENDED HYUN JU AS YOUNG MI INTRODUCED US WE BECAME CLOSE BECAUSE OF THE SIMILARITIES AND HYUN JU BEGAN LOOKING UP TO THE READER DUE TO HER LOOKING EXACTLY LIKE HOW SHE PICTURED HERSELF LOOKING EVENTUALLY UNTIL SHE REALIZED SHE HAD A MAJOR CRUSH AFTER-ALL WE WERE ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN HER EYES

[silusvesuius]

g*lmar rly has to be the best skajrim character on the real like even if you don't like him he just is . literally The best one i think......... on dat note i also imagine that he and ulfr*c despite being fairydust BFFs for lyfe genuinely have the worst communication skills ever seen

[earl-grey-crow]

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[fionnaskyborn]

wish i could stop losing stuff irretrievably. some hardware error emptied out my recycle bin a couple days earlier. just to shit on a day i'd spent being genuinely happy about the art i create. i guess. i'm tired of compromises, sick of lying that "it wasn't that important anyway", and throwing up at "oh well, can't be helped".

and yet. and yet. despite every pain, both major and minor, the love is there. the love is still there. guess i've just somehow miraculously hit that point (or gone past it a long time ago) where every grievance beyond a certain amount hurts an unspeakable amount more than it should. and it stacks. probably went overboard a while back. don't know when.

still, i adore my project. still got someone in whose arms i feel safe. hope i'll get out someday. hope i'll get a win.

[transannabeth]

i have at least one other post queued with the tag 'save me persona 2' which is really funny to say about a game that regularly makes me feel nauseous when i think about it too much