#*bad this is where fucked up yet creative things happen

[crepezinhos]

Unbeatable Spirit

POV: Just some first impressions of Ifa and how he must be like in bed activities…

Ifa is a malleable man.

He doesn’t have any particular preferred kinks, nor does he have any hated kinks. There’s not a lot that turns him on, nor a lot that turns him off, so that’s why he lets you be in control of the creativity department of your relationship.

There’s just one thing that you can’t take away from him when you fuck with him: He will always degrade you. He won’t ruin or break you, no, he doesn’t feel like doing that (unless you want to), but he finds it too funny how you feel so comfortable and confident to inform him about your desires, growing darker and darker the more you two get intimate with each other, for him to stay quiet about it.

He degrades you lightly, using words and terms that aren’t derogatory, but imply the message of your inferiority compared to him. And that disgustingly soft and relaxed tone in his voice while he speaks… It annoys you how it never fails to make his degradation sound like praising, and that makes you so tighter around him. He does it on purpose. After all, the tighter he can get you, the more opportunities he’ll did you to degrade you, and the cycle keeps repeating itself.

“Gee… This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? It can’t get enough of this…”

You want to try some new toy? Sure, he’ll use it until you’re dry, but he’ll make mean comments about how much your pussy likes to be tortured with it.

“Look at this mess… All that for a vibrator that isn’t even in max strength… Dirty little thing… You want me to fuck you this bad?”

You want to be tied up or blindfolded? Or maybe even both? Sure, he’ll make sure to be delicate with your body, but he’ll keep remarking you of your vulnerability and submission while he dicks you down.

“Look at you… So desperate to move and speak, yet, so aroused from being reduced to this. Don’t worry… I’ll tame this pretty pussy of yours…”

You want him to slap you at a specific spot of your body? Or maybe multiple of them? Sure, he’ll leave red marks on them, but he’ll keep telling you that you’re dirty masochist that deserves nothing but what you asked for.

“Dirty, dirty, dirty… Gushing all over my fingers because of pure pain… (SMACK) Don’t you have any shame at all from finding pleasure in this? Dirty little masochist… I’ll make sure to each this pussy where it belongs.” (SMACK)

And the list goes on… No need to worry about it becoming repetitive. He’ll always find a new way to degrade you as long as you keep bringing new ideas to the table.

Even when he’s the submissive one in the sex, you cannot get rid of the smirk in his face. You can restrain his movement, torture his dick, slap him in the face, degrade him however you want… He won’t stop smiling while pure love and admiration glosses his eyes. And if you don’t force him to stay quiet, he won’t stop degrading you either, even in the most pathetic and miserable positions.

“You find enjoyment in this, hum? Tying me up and— ah, dry-humping me like this until I’m almost cumming just to stop and edge me..? Hmmph! I thought that would be something you’d like me to do with you— Shit…”

You’ll always end up exhausted after sex, whether you were on top or bottom, while he’ll act as if nothing happened in the first place. Don’t get him wrong, he always enjoys it, but for your sadness, he simply remained undefeated by your sexual abilities.

You can try acting as distant and unsatisfied as possible at that unprovoked smirk of his, but he quickly makes cool off once he starts taking care of you. Yes, Ifa always takes care of you after sex, no matter how much you tried to ruin him. As expected, he will also do whatever you want him to for aftercare, whether it’s a snack, a warm bath, or cleaning the mess you two did, but you won’t be able to stop him from showering you with kisses and smooches after he’s done with the technical stuff, and that’s when you can’t resist him any longer.

And, even if he got you to surrender to him again and even if he finds your change in behavior so funny, he can’t find the energy to degrade you any more.

And don’t lie to yourself. You’re not really bothered by his unbeatable smirk, are you?

After all, you’re his little masochist prey, and he’s your dear tamer.

[stemmmm]

Billford fic recs!

I was asked a while ago (i believe by @kerink ?) when I shared a list of the currently active fics I was reading if I could do a broader rec list as well, so here it is! not a ton of oneshots since I didn't try to keep good track of fics until very recently. will likely update this over time!

there is ONE non-triangle bill in here, but what he is in that one is vague so maybe he could still be the triangle. schrodingers triangle.

Collections:

Valentines 3K challenge (all explicit)

you know it. you love it. if you haven't read all of them though, you're missing the fuck out

Stan Bros Coffee (G and explicit)

the espresso-Bill AU! there's a bunch of little fics about it and they're all in here!

Billford Egg Hunt 2025 (all explicit)

that man gets eggs laid in him

Oneshots: (most oneshot recs are in the collections)

Eternal Devotion - Illusions of the Heart (explicit)

have you ever read a horror story posing as a love story? are you interested in the most unhinged yet cohesive internal monologue ever crafted? do you wonder why keyhole suddenly became so prominent in the fandom out of nowhere? all of these and more await you in here. click the link-- i am a normal fanfic

touch and go (teen)

it's portal ford, baby! great exploration of what prolonged isolation does to people and has excellent bill being sweeties

Haha He Fucked That...Spider? (explicit)

again, portal ford! he's the master of getting himself in stupid situations, and bill is the master of getting him out of them in the ways ford appreciates the least

Hazing Ritual (mature)

Ford takes a hike in the woods in the middle of the night with his cock out and Bill comes to say hi

Longfics:

Theseus' Guide To Ruining A Perfectly Good Boat (mature) (complete in my heart bc i know what happens)

why are you still following me if you haven't read this yet. y'all know what this is

Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem (mature) (complete)

how bad do things have to get before bill finally chooses to cut his shit out? the answer may surprise you! during-betrayal fic where bill makes the ingenious decision to bring a third party into the mix as if that would solve anything. breathtaking prose, magnificent character work, and the best fucking bill cipher writing and analysis there is! SO funny, SO raw and emotional. Jan deserves to ascend to godhood at the cost of all of her family and friends. as a treat.

Creative Solution (unrated, but i'd call it mature) (complete)

what if bill erased ford's memories of the betrayal and weirdmageddon happened? touches on what it's like to be in a relationship where you're both deeply mentally ill and insecure in a way that really, truly hits me. absolute masterwork of digging through bill's fucked up psyche and the ways in which he Can and Will spiral forever AND BE SURE TO STICK AROUND FOR THE EPILOGUE: A VISIT TO THE PINES WHICH IS MY FAVORITE SHIT EVER!!! proving to your parents what a failure you are will always have good results! definitely break no-contact, only good things can happen!

Property of Bill Cipher (explicit) (good as complete)

pre-portal character exploration. the only fic i think ive ever seen that dares to say bill was doing extremely fucked up shit with ford the entire time before things went bad between them, it's just that after the betrayal, ford viewed it all in a different light. handles bill's obsession with the guy so nicely, does not shy away from the scary and unnerving in just the way i love it! it's incomplete, but the story is really just a series of vignettes leading up to and a little after the betrayal, so we all know how this is all going to end anyways. this one is formative billford for me

Multiversal Manhunt Moved to Your Backyard (explicit, but only the final chapter) (complete)

set during weirdmageddon, bill and ford make a deal to play a game of sexy scary hide and seek. it's so fun to root for the villain. this author has an amazing grasp on the character voices and tone, this is SUCH a delightful read and despite knowing exactly how it's gonna end, the tension still keeps you at the edge of your seat!

On the Level (mature) (incomplete)

marine biology AU where ford is a researcher on a deep sea base and bill is some sort of eldritch horror at the bottom of the sea. writing is lovely and it's really got the slow, ominous horror vibe down pat. it's tagged for Alien(1979) references so i'm personally waiting for bill to violently murder all of these people <3 also this is the non-triangle fic i was referring to

Take A Chance (explicit) (incomplete)

handyman bill thats very focused on how poorly bill and ford are able to communicate with each other, and boy, theyre bad at it. lots of cute family shenanigans and overall a very lighthearted read!

Dream Operator (mature) (incomplete)

post canon billford my beloved. Bill is trapped in the Theraprism, Ford is off doing his boat adventures with his brother, yet neither of them get the other out of their dreams. Literally. goofy dream shenanigans abound!

tear flesh from my skeleton just to feel something genuine (rated teen, it is NOT teen) (incomplete)

VIVISECTIONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s Better Than Sex! It’s Vivisection! (mature) (complete)

ONE FUCKING GUESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

Impossible Geometries and Biologies (explicit) (complete)

pregnant bill fic that i have some Opinions about but it gets to stay because I like the speculative bio they do just that much

[savannahsdeath]

hii i have a little ellie request. so can we maybe have an enemies to lovers where reader and ellie “hate each other” but in reality ellie just wants to be with reader and she ends up using the strap roughly bc reader didn’t wanna confess after years? (sorry this seems long😭)

i absolutely love this idea omg??

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

PART1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut, 'enemies' to lovers, strap (r!receiving), mean!ellie kinda??, rough!ellie, reader is also mean at first !!

writers note: i love receiving requests like yall are so creative and idkk its just easier to write a req than my own idea🫣🫣 also this turned out to be longer than i expected (my longest fanfic yet!) but even the anon said it seems long so ig thats how its supposed to be🙏

It was another PE lesson you hate so much. It wouldn't be that bad, if not the fact that you're in the same team with Ellie. Ellie fucking Williams.

She would get mad at you for every little mistake you made. You absolutely hated her.

You had to admit she was... pretty. Especially when she had the mix of mad and stern expression on her face. Sometimes you provoked her just to watch her insult every little thing about you she could but you didn't mind. You just sat there with a smirk, sometimes making a mockingly worried face to piss her off even more. Sometimes. Sometimes you weren't in mood for that and you'd actually get offended. Sometimes even hurt. But you couldn't really blame her, that's how it works.

This day, you were literally rescuing your team. Every point was because of you. Every 'that was close' situation was only 'close' because of you. But your luck, or whatever made you win, had to run out eventually. You missed one time.

"What happened? Got holes in your hands? Tired? Not so good anymore?" Ellie asked you with that mocking tone.

Everyone ignored your interaction - they knew what's starting and they didn't want to get involved in that.

"I've done pretty much everything for this team, and the only thing you do is complain, Williams." You said and you could feel your temper rising.

Ellie didn't hesitate to respond to that.

"Well at least I don't do a half-ass job like you. You're really so full of yourself, aren't you? Why not just give up and let someone actually capable take over, huh?" She barked sarcastically.

The other team members didn't even try to hide their excitement now, they just sat back and enjoyed the show, even the teacher was having a hard time holding back the grin on his face whenever Ellie came up with a new insult.

And now, there was no going back.

"Oh, I'm sorry Williams, did your precious little ego get hurt from that? Are my skills threatening your so-called pride? Well if you don't like it, suck it up." You shot back.

If this kept up, you were going to end up with another detention for sure. Everyone knew that you two were like oil and water, but nobody really expected you to get into a shouting match over PE class. Especially, not this early in the morning.

The teacher finally decided that it was enough trouble, and he stepped between the two.

"Ladies, settle down! If you can't figure out how to work well together in a simple PE session, then you'll need more than one detention to figure it out. Go sit down." He ordered, and you two sat down, next to each other.

As if following a silent order, all the other students just went about their business and pretended like nothing had happened.

"You should learn how to shut up sometimes." You said quietly, nervously playing with your fingers.

"You should stop thinking you're so damn important." She snapped back, completely ignoring your advice as she stared at you with the same icy cold look as before.

The teacher came over to the two of you and handed you a form, which you quickly read over. "Maybe it's rough but that's what you both deserve after arguing in every single class. And if that won't help... I don't know what will. Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything, understood?."

In short, the file was saying you'll have spent a month after school doing little school works, like cleaning the gym, with her. It was a frequent way of dealing with problematic students in your school.

You weren't even surprised - the teacher was right. Your little bickers were the main gossip topic and there was no way they'll go unnoticed.

Still, you couldn't help but frown.

"You've got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath. Spending a month after school doing odd jobs with Ellie was literally the last thing you wanted to do. You knew there was some sort of punishment coming, but this was extreme.

Ellie overheard your muttering, and she rolled her eyes. "It's just a bunch of cleaning, what's wrong, can't handle a little hard work?" She mocked.

"And why are you so happy? Maybe you wished to spend more time with me?" You chuckled, finally looking up at her.

Ellie seemed caught off guard, but she quickly recomposed herself. "Who said I was happy? Sure, I'll love to see you grovel and scrub floors while I sit back and relax." She replied in a sarcastic tone.

You decided to press your advantage, and give Ellie a dose of her own medicine. "Aww, is someone actually admitting that they like spending time with me? I'm so honored." You said with an overdramatized fake fluster.

Ellie didn't even let you finish your sentence before she cut in with her usual sarcastic tone. "Pfff, don't get so ahead of yourself there." She chided. Even then, you could hear some slight annoyance in her voice.

Ellie may have been a jerk, but there was something about her you couldn't help but like. You couldn't explain it, but you liked this banter between the two of you.

Oh, who were you trying to lie to? You liked her. You were just good at hiding it.

You were just about to open your mouth to respond to Ellie's last snarky remark, when you were cut off again.

"Enough."

You both turned to see the teacher staring at the two of you. He sounded more annoyed than before, and you decided it was better to stop your feud before you got in any more trouble.

"You two are already going to spend a month together doing odd jobs. The last thing we need is for you to add another week to that sentence." He warned.

You wanted to say something back, but you decided to shut up before the teacher had to make it worse. You and Ellie just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, before you rolled your eyes and got up from your seat.

After a few more classes, the time of  fulfilling your penalty came. You sat down at the gym benches, waiting for Ellie. You waited, and waited, but no one came.

Ellie was faster than you with getting up. She smirked and said; "Well it's not like you actually had anything worth saying anyway, so it's easier for you." With that parting jab, she walked out of the gym.

You expected something like that from her, so you stood up and a few minutes later you were standing in front of her room. You knocked to the door, patiently waiting for her to answer.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps, before the door finally opened. Ellie stood in front of you, her face as annoyed as ever.

"What do you want?" she grumbled, clearly not in the mood to be bothered right now.

"Uh, hello? We're supposed to be doing the clean-up, remember? You haven't forgotten, right?" You said, trying to stay as polite as you could.

She sighed and motioned for you to come in, clearly not ready to go just yet.

You slowly stepped into Ellie's room, your eyes taking in the decorations and mess. It was clear that this was Ellie's world, but you couldn't help but feel a slight curiosity towards her.

"So, why exactly weren't you at the gym?" You asked, finally breaking the tension. You didn't want her thinking you were here to start another argument.

"I had stuff to do." Was the terse response you were met with, nothing else.

"Yeah, of course." You rolled your eyes. "Your room could use some cleaning too."

Ellie smirked when your tone turned from polite to annoyed when she gave you her response, but you couldn't help but notice that she slightly recoiled when you mention how messy her room was. For someone with such a sharp tongue, she sure wasn't enjoying that same kind of treatment.

"Oh yeah? So maybe we should have you clean my room instead." She shot back.

"Actually, boarding school is still school, so that'd count too." You smirked, not so sarcastically anymore. You'd really rather stay in her room than running all over the building with a mop and dirty cloths.

Ellie raised one eyebrow at your reply, clearly not expecting you to just accept it without some kind of snarky remark or argument.

"Alright then." She replied simply, and she walked over to her bed and started to clear out the clutter. You couldn't really deny that her room was in a pretty messy state.

You explored the room, looking for something to start with.

Just then, near other scattered clothes, you saw feminine underwear. Clearly not hers.

"Um, Ellie..." You laughed. "Who's this?"

She walked up to you, not seeming surprised or embarrased at all. "I dunno. There's lots of girls visiting." She smirked.

You knew the smart thing to do would be just to drop the topic, but your curiosity got the best of you. Just who was Ellie Williams hanging out with?

"Really? And how many of them leave a pair of underwear in your room as a souvenir?" You asked, trying to keep a straight face, but you couldn't help but be amused by the situation.

Ellie just laughed, and you couldn't help but grin at her confidence in that moment.

"If you're asking if I'm dating someone," Ellie said, looking at you with an amused expression, "then no. I wouldn't call it dating."

You knew Ellie was always too stubborn and proud to just admit it normally, so you decided to push her just a little bit further.

"So it's not just a single person then? What's it? A new girl every day?" you asked with a smirk, knowing you'd hit a nerve there.

The slight flicker of annoyance on Ellie's face told you that you'd hit the mark.

"So what if it is? Are you jealous?" She teased in response, just adding fuel to the fire.

Now, she had the smirk on her face, and you just knew you'll regret what you started.

"Not really. Everyone knows you fuck every girl in the school anyways. Well, almost every." You suggestively pointed at yourself. "That's honestly sad. You should focus on one person, don't you think?"

Ellie took this as a challenge, she just couldn't resist it when you made yourself the exception.

"Oh, you think you're a special case? How cute." She snickered, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with that response after how much you two had been annoying each other for the past month.

"What do you think, should I consider dating you? It seems like you're interested, isn't that why you keep sticking around?" She asked, looking at you, knowing very well what kind of effect her words were gonna have on you.

"Me? Interested? You're the one finding excuses to talk to me every day, even if it's just another argument!" You shook your head and looked down, trying to hide that your smirk turns into a honest smile.

You felt Ellie's eyes studying your face as you tried to hide your genuine happiness, you tried to play it off, but you knew that it wasn't working in your favor. You couldn't even deny it, because it was true, you were interested in Ellie. Maybe not at first, but after spending time together, you grew to like her, her arrogance, her wit, the snarky smile on her face... and her eyes.

"Oh, so you do care!" She quickly cut in, sensing your weakness as your smile grew.

"Come on, don't tell me you've been enjoying this little game of ours, haven't you? Don't you look forward to it every day? Don't you love the adrenaline that kicks in when you're about to say something that's bound to start an argument?" She asked, taking a step closer to you and lowering her voice.

You could almost see the sparks fly as the two of you stared at each other, both feeling the tension in the air. You were almost tempted to take her up on the offer, but your pride got the best of you.

"You're just full of yourself, aren't you? Thinking everybody craves that attention." You said after taking a deep breath.

Ellie just smiled and walked straight to you, getting up close and personal.

"Well, I know you want it. So stop putting up a facade and admit it."

"I'm not like these sluts you fuck, Williams." You said, trying to keep your voice steady and calm.

Ellie just smirked in response. "You're right, you're not like them. You're better than them. And maybe you are a little special, considering how much you manage to piss me off everyday." She took a step back and looked you up and down. "I kinda like it." She said, and you couldn't help but feel your heart rate go up a little when she said that.

You just stared back at Ellie, not really sure what else to say in this situation. Both of your egos were too big to give the other one satisfaction, and neither would be making the first move.

She finally spoke up; "Your turn to be honest now. Admit you're into me."

She was awfully close to you now, daring you to say something.

"Don't push it, Ellie." You told her confidently, and even though you really wanted to say it, your pride was holding you back from admitting it.

Ellie just smirked and moved even closer to you, until her face was just an inch away from yours. "Say it." She whispered.

You felt your heart pounding faster as you just looked at her, not able to break her stare.

You shook your head. "No way."

She just chuckled at your response. "I knew you'd say that. And now, I'm gonna make you say it yourself."

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Ellie pulled you close, just enough to make your lips meet. You just stood there, completely stunned by how bold she was, but at the same time, the feeling of her lips against yours was so new and so good as well. You hadn't felt this type of rush before, and you didn't want it to end.

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a gasp followed by a moan into the kiss, which made her even bolder.

"I'll show you how lucky those so-called by you sluts are." She whispered after pulling away from you, but not for long.

While Ellie's mouth aggresively covered yours, you felt her slowly pushing you towards the bed.

You were barely able to think now, as your adrenaline was pumping through your whole body. Your back hit the mattress, and Ellie continued to push you down as she climbed up onto the bed on top of you.

That's when it hit you.

You realized that your little feud with Ellie wasn't going to end after all, except this time you weren't fighting her.

Instead, you were just enjoying the moment with someone you could almost call a friend.

It felt like there was nothing else in the universe, just a rush of new sensations that you didn't want to end.

Ellie was the one in control now, as you felt her body pressing up against you, her lips pressing against yours, her hands moving around your body without hesitation. You weren't even thinking straight anymore, you just let her embrace you, letting her take control entirely.

You felt her break the kiss for a moment, just to whisper something in your ear. "Say it."

You knew what she wanted you to say, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.

Before you could answer, you felt her slowly undressing you. Her lips were tracing paths along your throat, not letting you let out a logical word from it - only little whimpers.

You felt every curve of her body as you felt her lips against your neck, every touch sending chills down your spine.

When you felt her hands move towards your pants, you felt your body respond in the only way you could.

You couldn't think of anything else but her embrace, her warm breath against your neck, and your body slowly being freed from clothing.

Ellie knew exactly how to push your buttons.

Before you could catch your breath, you were left shaking, as her hand slipped into your underwear, which was soon on the floor too. She was teasing your clit in almost painful slow way, watching you squirm.

"Speak up, babe." She whispered mockingly.

But you couldn't. Not because you didn't want, or because your ego didn't let you - you just couldn't. You even asked yourself 'What does this girl wants from me?' as you already forgotten her previous wish. You just weren't thinking straight.

"Come on, do this for me." She kept looking at you with overdramatic concern. You saw her fastening her belt and sliding of her jeans, revealing an obviously-way-too-big strap, which purple color didn't surprise you at all as you imagined it the same way in your dreams.

When you finally came back to your senses, you constructed a whole full sentence answer. But as soon as she saw you opening your mouth to speak up, she slid a few inches of her toy into your soaking cunt. Your planned reply quickly got replaced with another gasp.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked, her hips started thrusting. She had some sympathy for you, so she didn't make it too painful, but she wasn't also so merciful.

You cried out, at first clenching your thighs from surprise, but she was too strong for you to actually succeed.

You leaned your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut causing a few of your pathetic tears soak into the sheets.

She held your hips, so she won't miss your sensitive spot, but her grip was so hard you swore you can already see the bruises creating right beneath her fingers.

"Honestly, I'm really happy it ended like that. You have no idea how often I'd imagine you instead of some random girl. But it's good to have you really there." She chuckled, not slowing down but not speeding up either.

Your eyes opened wide at this confession. Before today, the nicest thing she said to you was 'what's wrong?', even though it was in an obviously mocking way. And know it turns out she liked you for a long time. Just like you liked her.

"W...Wh- What?" You managed to stutter out, leaning on your elbows to look at her before your vision turned blurry again so you fell back on the pillow.

"You didn't know?" She laughed. "I mean, you were always oblivious, so I shouldn't be shocked but... I thought it was clear." She was speaking slower than usual as every single word coming from her mouth was synced with the moves of her hips. While saying this simple thing, she pushed her strap into you at least twenty times. And she wasn't taking her time, oh, no. She was fast and rough, like you're just a sex toy without feelings. Did you mind? Hmmm...

When you started getting used to the size of her cock and your mind wasn't completely blank anymore, you remembered one important thing your PE teacher said. 'Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything.' None of you were either at the gym or putting up flyers around school. They're going to think you ditched it. Even though you'd rather get into more trouble than end whatever you were doing now, you felt you need to tell Ellie, just in case.

"El-s..." You moaned out and quickly realised it won't be easy.

"What is it?" She asked, seeming honestly interested in what you got to say. "Ready to admit you're absolutely obsessed with me?"

You clenched your fists, squeezing the bed sheets between your fingers.

"Th- no... We should..." You couldn't help but cry out again.

As soon as she heard the two keywords - 'we should' (and she hated when someone was telling her what to do, so that pissed her off) - she understood what you're trying to say.

"Behave? Fulfill our duties? Or...?" She chuckled.

You wanted to speak up, just to not feel so vulnerable as you really were. You only managed to mumble 'we' before one of her hands started rubbing your clit, just like at the start - painfully slow. The feeling made your thighs tense and move closer to each other, wanting to close the gap between them. But Ellie didn't let that happen as she quickly separated your legs.

Her hips also didn't stop moving, and all the sensations connected made you go silent again. Well, not silent - unable to speak. And that were two completely different things.

"I'd take that as a 'we should continue what we're doing right now'. Isn't that what you want?" Even though you're eyes were closed, you could feel her intense stare on you. Then, her mocking tone came back. "What is it with you being so quiet all of sudden? You spent a few of the past years yelling at me, and you can't even say a word now?"

"I ju-st..." You said but then she hit your g spot again, and again, and again... making you go silent.

Your stomach started feeling funny - probably because of how deep in it Ellie's strap was. At this point, you thought you can even feel it in your throat and that's what's blocking your words from coming out. But the funny feeling had a different origin - your release was getting awfully close, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"We're going to have lots of fun this month." She whispered, leaning in to stroke your cheek.

[crisco-babe]

Platonic Yandere!Jackie Taylor

*Headcanons*

Warnings:

Fem!reader (technically, but there's no pronouns used so can be read as GN), Manipulation, toxic friendship, Jackie lowkey, highkey in denial about everything, destruction of property???, swearing, gaslighting, emotional abuse, implied physical abuse, a bit of angst, anything I missed, let me know!

*Pre!Wilderness*

Jackie is not obsessive!

Can she be a bit controlling? Sure, but that's not a bad thing! She's a natural born leader. Headstrong. Confident. A good, no, a great friend that just wants the best for you!

She's only ever wanted to help you. Has only ever wanted to take you under her wing, like Shauna, and mold you into the best version of yourself.

So when you say you don't like soccer and don't want to join the Yellowjackets, it's simply because you're just scared of not being good enough, that's all!

Don't worry! She makes sure to come over after school with Shauna and help you practice every day until you're comfortable trying out again.

When you ask to take a break, panting and sweating as you let yourself fall onto the grass. Jackie isn't being mean when she tugs and pulls at you. She's being motivational, she's not letting you give up on yourself.

When Shauna tries to get her to "dial it back a bit" it's just because she doesn't understand. She doesn't get what you need.

And sure, she could have been a bit nicer, a bit softer with the way she played, but how would you learn? How would you become a true YellowJacket?

Luckily, it only takes two or so weeks before you're willing to tryout for the team again! All the sweat, tears and accidental bruising paid off!

She may not be the captain of the team yet, but she can very persuasive.

Don't worry, there's always a spot open and ready for you to take, even if that means pushing out a weak link to make room.

Freshman, sophomore and junior year go by rather smoothly.

Sure, sometimes you guys aren't fully on the same page. There's one or two petty fights here and there, sometimes with you, sometimes with Shauna.

It's usually about Jackie being too "pushy" or whatever, but it's simply because you're just not seeing the big picture.

You just didn't understand how hideous that shirt really was. Yeah, yeah, your aunt bought it from Paris as a gift, but that doesn't mean you have to wear it.

And yeah, she's gets that you were "really into" them, but if they really liked you, they would have taken that prank letter she got Shauna to write pretending to be you with a grain of salt. Jackie would have forgiven it.

Regardless though, much to her dismay, fights with you were different then her fights with Shauna. With her all it took was an apology, maybe even a few days of distance for the bigger disagreements and then Shauna would come back, tail tucked between her legs and apologetic

But with you, she has to try a little harder then she deems fair. If she's controlling, it's only because you're so fucking stubborn!

She doesn't like how comfortable you seem to be without her, without her guidance.

The way you seem to be almost relieved when you are given space to 'cool off' really annoys her.

She hopes using Shauna as leverage is enough to have you getting over it. That you'll realize how easy life is when you have them by your side.

"Who's side are you even on, Shauna?"

Sometimes though, the Shauna card isn't enough and she has to resort to actually coming to you. Even when she shouldn't. Even when it's not even that big of a deal.

"Come on, we're a team, remember?" She'll even let one of Jeff's more tolerable friend's flirt with you just to sweeten the deal.

Most of the time, that's enough.

But for those rare, and few and between fights that happen where it isn't...

Well, she has to get a little more creative, a little more personal.

Her critiques are more frequent and a little harsher during practice

Soon she starts forgetting to invite you to team meetings

notebooks start disappearing before study sessions, your bag once rips open on the way home from school. Your car starts stalling every morning..

It rarely gets to this point but that doesn't mean she'll hesitate to take it there when she needs too.

By the time Senior year rolls around, you and Shauna are content in your roles. Life is easier with Jackie in your corner.

You still hate soccer, still hate prep rallies and keg parties with Jeff and his buddies, but you'd never tell her that.

You're hoping with college, you'll be able to grow some much needed distance

Jackie has of course already decided where you'd all be going, her and Shauna sharing a room the first year, you and her the second.

You told her you'd applied, hoping to buy yourself time to hear back from the colleges you actually applied for

'One more year' The thought both a mantra and a prayer

Jackie hadn't been too bad the past month or so, preoccupied with nationals and Jeff.

You hoped your "misplays" would be enough to stop from getting into nationals. That they'd be small enough to miss her radar but significant enough to slow down the game.

You loved the other girls, truly, but the idea of having to get on a plane and spend even more time with Jackie made your stomach churn.

Unfortunately, your teammates picked up your slack easily.

That doesn't mean that in between the cheering that Jackie didn't make sure to send you a glare of disappointment.

"You really gotta focus." She said sternly, Shauna - like always - stuck in the middle, tension thick around you all. "Do you need some extra practice time?"

The small scar above your knee throbs at her words. Even Shauna starts to shift uncomfortably.

"No, I was just a bit nervous." You try to keep your tone casual, try not to flinch back when Jackie moves closer and lets a hand fall onto your shoulder in what you assume to be understanding. "I promise, it won't happen again."

Jackie sighs, fingers digging into your shoulder just for a moment, just enough for you to feel the meaning of it before she moves back, arms folding as she leans against a locker.

"You're right, it won't."

Jackie knows she can be a bit rough with you, a little too harsh. But it's just because you need it more.

Shauna's always been more fragile, like a bird with clipped wings.

You have always been stronger, have always been able to handle more

It's one of the things she loves most about you. Your fight for freedom, your willingness to be better.

But it also means sometimes having to pull you back. It's for your own benefit, even when it doesn't feel that way.

Even when it hurts

What kind of friend would she be if she didn't help, didn't mold, you into being the best version of yourself?

It's all for you, it's always been just for you..

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A/N

Hi all, this was suppose to be both pre and during wilderness Jackie, but it would have been mega long so I'll post part two at a later date. Also wanting to write for all the yellowjackets, but we shall see...

Also first time writing in two years so be gentle!!!

Hope you enjoy! Feel free to message me about anything, happy to answer any questions!

Love Ya!!!

[radsoldier]

you're a bad idea - Part 2

Pairing: Cairo Sweet x Dom!Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N tries to avoid Cairo while the latter finds herself falling deeper.

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: cursing

a/n: hi guys, sorry for the eternal delay but a lot of shit happened and i'm not sure how i made it out alive but hey! i'm back! anyway, hope you enjoy :)

(poem's "did you think i was a city" by rupi kaur)

part 1

You were never one for gossip. You were simply not interested. Being the center of rumors for as long as you could remember was no fun at all so when all the stories about Cairo hit your ears you were annoyed. You didn’t really care if it was true or not, it was none of your business. But you knew she was bad news and that’s why you chose to let things cool off and tried your best to ignore her. 

You moved here to avoid drama, to start fresh or however your old therapist would like to call it. You knew you were just running away from it all. 

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A week later, soft rain was pouring as you got off your bike, some students scrambling to get to class before getting soaked. 

You opted for lighting up a cigarette under the small roof right at the entrance. You were already late, might as well enjoy the little time you had outside of the college halls.  

Wishing you had stopped for some coffee, you started walking towards the library, not feeling like enduring another creative writing lecture. It felt like the perfect excuse to keep avoiding Cairo. And you also had to rehearse your piece for the poetry reading later today. 

“Fuck me” you thought. 

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Cairo was annoyed. No, she was outraged. You were ignoring her yet she couldn’t keep her thoughts from drifting to you. It was torture, you were pestering her mind like she had no control over it. She hated it. She hated how you seemed unfazed every time you caught her staring while she had to hold her breath as if even the smallest movement would make you disappear. She had replayed your interaction over and over in her head getting little to no answer as to why you could go from hot to cold just like that. It made no sense to her. 

That’s why when your professor asked for someone to deliver some notes on your most recent work, she volunteered to be the one doing it. 

He told her where to find you, given that he knew about your poetry reading and she began to gather all her things and started walking toward the auditorium. 

She hesitated at the slightly open door, the dim light making her unsure but the sound of your voice coming from the inside was enough to shake her doubts and stride into the room. 

“Did you think I was a city 

big enough for a weekend getaway.” you paused. 

“I am the town surrounding it 

the one you’ve never heard of 

but always pass through.” 

“There are no neon lights here 

no skyscrapers or statues 

but there is thunder 

for I make bridges tremble. 

I am not street meat, I am homemade jam 

thick enough to cut the sweetest 

thing your lips will touch.” you glanced around the room, letting the words sink in. 

“I am not police sirens 

I am the crackle of a fireplace. 

I’d burn you and you still 

couldn't take your eyes off me 

cause I’d look so beautiful doing it 

you'd blush.” Cairo was taken aback by the emotion in your voice. 

“I am not a hotel room I am home 

I am not the whiskey you want 

I am the water you need. 

Don’t come here with expectations 

and try to make a vacation out of me.” 

you finished as the few people in the room stood up, clapping. 

“You never cease to amaze me, Y/N” a young professor started. “Can’t wait to read your small piece for your assignment” he smiled like you were the only one in the room. 

Cairo watched as you exchanged pleasantries with a few peers, looking relieved when someone else took the spotlight. And then you saw her. Doe-eyed and slightly parted lips, she looked like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. 

“What are you doing here, Sweet?” you spat.  

She tried to hide her disappointment at your cold demeanor but you could see the small changes in her face even if it was just for a split second. 

“Professor Brooks wanted me to give this to you” she said, gesturing towards the folder she held out. “You know, since tomorrow is the deadline and he left some corrections and notes for you” 

“Fuck” you sighed. 

Only then did she look at you, a teasing glint in her eyes, the ghost of a smile over her full lips. You took the folder from her, your hands barely touching. The moment felt charged, none of you ready to break the eye contact. It was almost like both of you were fighting to see which one would cave in first. 

You cleared your throat. 

“Thank you” 

She nodded, not saying a word before leaving the room as you stood there, still reeling from the tingling sensation you felt when your hands touched. 

‘Did she feel it too?’ you thought. 

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Cairo laid awake well past midnight. Her laptop long forgotten on the side of her bed, a cigarette on her lips. Her thoughts kept drifting towards a certain someone. 

You were right: you had burned her, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off you. 

Your eyes haunted her, that piercing stare that made her feel like she couldn’t hide from you even as you were a complete mystery to her. It was unnerving. 

She remembered how your hands moved during your reading. The same hands that held her waist and throat just a week ago. The very same hands she couldn’t stop dreaming about, doing unholy things to her. 

She kept thinking about your low, rough voice and how good it would sound moaning her name. 

God, she needed to get laid. 

It had been a while since she felt this kind of obsession over someone. Last time didn’t end well. It kind of scared her, in retrospective, the lengths she was willing to go in the past. But this time it was different, she could feel it. Or maybe it was just a stupid white lie she told herself so she could avoid the guilt that was slowly eating her up. 

That night Cairo dreamt about you. 

[silvermoon424]

Eternal Erina

Left by @chommission, right by @linyu3u

An anon innocently asked me to talk about my OC Erina's final form, Eternal Erina. Unfortunately, it's impossible to actually explain her deal without also explaining the story of my story/paracosm. Which is, uh, LONG AND COMPLICATED.

For anyone who doesn't want to read the massive incoming infodump, the main plot of my story/paracosm revolves around Erina and her journey from a frightened, troubled child into the savior of her people (mages, aka magical girls and magical boys). That involves becoming a goddess, a concept, and a universal force. So like Ultimate Madoka, basically. If the design didn’t tip you off, my story is HEAVILY inspired by PMMM, lol. 

The details are hidden under this Read More. If you end up reading it, I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts!!

Order and Chaos

So basically, magic and life (especially sapient life) is governed by the Rule of Cycles, a mostly benevolent being/law of nature. It is opposed by Chaos, who governs black/chaos magic but cannot create true life, only shadows of itself or People of the Cycle that have been corrupted. Chaos hates RoC because it's envious of RoC's creativity and ability to create life, not to mention that Chaos used to be a part of RoC at the beginning of the universe and wants to once again be one with everything. 

Mages have existed for billions of years, all across the universe. Where there is sapient life, there is magic. Mages are born when they resonate with the Rule of Cycles and are granted a wish/miracle. But if they fall into despair or fail to replenish their magic they will become Wraiths, beings of Chaos (again, like magical girls and Witches from PMMM).

Also, if you couldn't tell by the names, the Rule of Cycles and Chaos are basically Order vs Chaos personified. This is inspired by the Stars arc of Sailor Moon and the ultimate villain Chaos.

Also, RoC and Chaos can't fight directly without damaging the fabric of the universe and/or causing mass destruction, so they manipulate beings and create proxies to fight a proxy war. Erina, my main OC, is the RoC's chosen champion and can tap into it directly. Chaos doesn't have a champion (yet) and mostly just sends out powerful extensions of itself, although it does also have corrupted People of the Cycle at its beck and call.

Also, in my paracosm, the RoC was created by an even greater being that created the multiverse who's since basically fucked off and doesn't intervene at all. Soon after the creation of the universe, billions of years ago, Chaos split off from the RoC and they've opposed each other ever since.

The Philosophy of the Cycle and Unnecessary Suffering

However, even though the Rule of Cycles and Chaos are opposed, they are inextricably bound together. Just like as the darkness needs the light to create shadows, the light also needs the darkness to shine more brightly. 

In other words, without evil, we couldn’t truly comprehend good. Without sorrow in the world, there would be no compassion. If we never lost anything, we would never truly appreciate what we have. And so on. The Philosophy of the Cycle- the path that mages spend years walking- is making peace with the fact that sorrow/evil/suffering will not only always exist, but is in fact vital to the very foundation of the universe. 

With all that said, even though suffering and sorrow are inevitable, we must try to diminish it in any way we can. Making peace with the foundations of the universe does not mean totally accepting it the way it is and sitting by passively while bad things happen. Because not all suffering-or even most suffering, one could argue- is inevitable. A lot of suffering is due to unjust systems, systems that need to be torn down and replaced with something better. 

You know, unjust systems like the current mage system.

In my story, being a mage isn’t an immediate death sentence like in PMMM; many mages go on to live full adult lives. However, the death/corruption rate is still around 1/3 to 1/2 of all mages. So even if you don’t succumb to Chaos yourself, you are essentially guaranteed to know and love someone who will or already has.  

I haven’t sat down and figured out how the mage-Wraith system came about; all I know is that it wasn’t always there and is the result of  tampering. It’s been in place so long that there are only a scant few records talking about the before times, but there is evidence it didn’t always exist.

Also, Wraiths aren’t the only Chaos Beings around; mages also fight Demons. Unlike Wraiths, they are mere extensions and creations of Chaos and did not used to be sapient. There are enough Demons around to support the mage population’s need for purification, once again proving that Wraiths are unnecessary and cruel.  

 Some cycles need to be broken. Enter Daenerys.

The Oracle

Daenerys aka Dany (yes, named after that Daenerys!) comes from a noble family of oracles who once reigned as the monarchs of a country of mages before it was destroyed. Dany is the most talented far-seer ever born and, after seeing a vision of Erina as a goddess whose ascension broke the cycle that turns mages into monsters, has dedicated her life to ensuring that future becomes reality. Even the wish that turned her into a magical girl was in service of her goals: she wished to be the fount from which a true hero would be born.

(idk where else to put this, but another major plotline of my story is a government conspiracy. Countless children with psychic powers and/or the potential to become mages were kidnapped and raised in a top-secret research facility. Dany was one of the first victims of this program due to precognition being a very rare ability. Dany (not a mage yet) was deep in despair when she had her vision about Erina. It gave her a reason to live and keep going, which is why she’s so dedicated to Erina and her mission)

Twisting and weaving the threads of fate, Dany carefully manipulates things to ensure the future she saw. She does whatever she can to add onto Erina’s karma (which, like in PMMM, determines how powerful a mage is). Dany also became a mage years before Erina, so a lot of this happened when Erina was still completely ignorant of what fate had in store for her.

Erina’s Entrance

I truly cannot give as much background as I want on Erina herself because this is so fucking long already lol, but I’ll give the main points of her background:

Her mother died about a year after giving birth to her, and she was then raised by her grandmother until she was 5. After her grandmother suddenly died, she was put into the foster care system.

The main story starts when Erina is 12. I’m literally not even gonna try explaining all that goes on lol, but the important thing is that she comes under the care of a young man named Eric who becomes her adoptive father.

Again, due to reasons I won’t get into now, Erina was nearly driven to suicide due to despair (she has C-PTSD and was at a point where she thought the future was bleak). The love and care Eric showed her gave her hope and made her want to keep going, and she is left with the strong desire to inspire hope in others the way he did in her.

Flash forward a bit and Erina becomes a magical girl, using her wish to save Eric’s life in a dangerous situation. She immediately and wholeheartedly embraces her role as a magical girl, seeing it as a way to help others and inspire hope like she so dearly wants to.

Erina finds herself in a found family with fellow mages Luna, Rhae, Iris, and Flora (the other main OCs of my story). She also formally meets Dany and becomes close with her. She also becomes friends with lots of other people (including many mages) and has a lot of fun experiences.

Doppelgangers: The Other “Me”

It’s soon revealed that Erina’s magic has created a purifying barrier around the city she and her friends live in; instead of becoming Wraiths, mages who exhaust their magic will instead summon Doppelgangers (YES I LOVE MAGIA RECORD AND IT’S OBVIOUS). I’ll try to explain the Doppelgangers and their relationship to the overall lore:

Doppelgangers are actually symbiotic organisms from another dimension that attach onto the souls of sapient beings because they themselves lack souls as well as self-awareness and consciousnesses (although they do have intelligence).

Doppelgangers are normally benign, but they respond to their hosts' emotions and can turn into Wraiths if overcome with despair. Again, this did not always used to be the case. It’s implied that Erina’s magic is shielding the city from the effects of Chaos, and therefore Doppelgangers cannot be corrupted.

All People of the Cycle (intelligent life) have Doppelgangers, but only mages have the power to manifest them in our dimension.

Doppelgangers are also manifestations of the host's soul. As such, the host might be self-conscious of their Doppelgangers or outright reject it if they don't like what they see. In turn, the Doppelganger might keep trying to force its user to confront their own demons or flaws in an attempt to help them (basically, sometimes a Doppelganger can be a really intense therapy session lol). 

A Doppelganger is a reflection of its user, and accepting one's Doppel is an act of self-love and self-acceptance. Doppelgangers themselves LOVE their hosts and are unquestioningly loyal to them. However, more than the host’s words, the Doppelganger obeys their heart.

If the host rejects their Doppelganger, the Doppelganger will still come out in the automatic purification field. The mage just won't be able to control it. Outside of the city, they'll turn into a Wraith unless they come to terms with the Doppel and are able to summon it. 

Dany hopes to expand the purification barrier across the entire universe. She plans on doing this by having Erina resonate with the Rule of Cycles once again and be granted a second wish.

The vast majority of mages are only given one miracle. However, mages who have accumulated exceptional amounts of karma and are judged to be worthy are capable of being granted a second wish. This is why Dany has been working so hard to build up Erina’s karma. To help her with this goal, Dany creates a group called the Weavers of Fate.

Oh... It’s a Cult

Yep, the Weavers of Fate are pretty much a mage-based cult based on their belief in Dany’s visions and Erina’s future as a goddess. But can you blame them for latching onto hope when their fate is so dicey? Dozens (and later thousands) of mages work to assist Dany in her goals.

The Weavers of Fate embrace and revere Erina as their messiah, sometimes making her uncomfortable because she just wants to live a normal life with her loved ones. But as the story goes on, Erina becomes more and more convinced that she needs to embrace the role if it means saving her fellow mages.

Side note: at a certain point in the timeline, the existence of mages becomes public knowledge. There’s a lot of sociopolitical drama that I won’t get into here.

Dany’s Changing Priorities

A few years into the timeline (after a LOT of things happen that aren’t relevant to this writeup), Erina shockingly and unexpectedly dies in a climatic battle against Chaos. Dany is utterly devastated and, in her grief, resonates with the Rule of Cycles and makes a second wish (by this point, Dany has wracked up TONS of karma herself). She wishes for a chance to redo things, and is given the ability to go back in time. She can only go back in time at the static rate of a few months, but this gives her enough time to plan ahead for the climatic battle.

Well, long story short, Dany goes through several time loops, failing each one, and gets more and more traumatized each time. Yes, she’s literally Homura but better off in a few ways. Anyway, Dany learns that Erina’s ascension to godhood is not guaranteed; with the more karma she accumulates, she is more and more likely to become a Wraith. And not just any Wraith, a Wraith that could easily destroy the entire world (and later, even the galaxy).

After years of single-mindedly pursuing her goal, Dany decides that all she wants to do now is protect Erina and her other friends. She’s done with being a pawn for cosmic forces greater than her. She feels immense guilt for putting Erina on a pedestal and putting her through all this, as she now deeply loves and cherishes Erina as a friend... or maybe something more than a friend.

Except oops, she’s already done so much at this point that she’s completely screwed over the chances of them all having a normal life. With every reset, things just get worse. But she refuses to give up, continuing to hold out hope even in the face of overwhelming odds.

How It All Ends

Dany finally reveals everything to Erina, expressing her regret and asking for Erina’s forgiveness. Erina says there’s nothing to forgive, as she wouldn’t change the life she’s lived and the experiences she’s had for anything.

The climatic final battle begins. Wraiths from all over the world descend on the city where the story takes place, overriding the purification barrier and causing mass death and havoc. Erina is forced to sit it out due to the dangers of her dying or becoming a world-destroying Wraith, like Dany has seen happen so many times. A lot of the main characters die fighting, and Erina is left devastated.

Despite all that, Erina affirms her belief in hope and her desire to give it to mages- her people. The way she sees it, mages are being punished for believing in hope and wanting a better life, and that is unacceptable. She remembers a dear friend who became a Wraith, along with all of the other people she’s known and cared about who suffered the same fate.

She knows what she has to do.

She has an emotional conversation with Eric, her adoptive father, and thanks him for setting her down this road. Despite his pain and reluctance to let her go, he gives her his blessing. Erina says goodbye to her remaining friends and loved ones, thanking them for showing her how beautiful the world is. There are a lot of awful, terrible things in the world, but the good things it has to offer are enough to make it worth fighting for. Erina knows this better than anyone.

Resonating with the Rule of Cycles once more, Erina makes her second wish: To have the power to grant the promise of “tomorrow” to mages. She ascends to godhood, and the purification barrier becomes a universal law of nature (much like Ultimate Madoka). Unlike Madoka, however, everyone remembers Erina and knows about her sacrifice.

Time restructures itself, and because the Wraiths that killed everyone no longer exist, the people who died in the final battle are resurrected. Erina’s friends and family- ESPECIALLY Dany, who is absolutely guilt-ridden- deeply mourn her loss, but vow to keep protecting the world she loved and cared so much about.

🩷 The End 🩷

I Lied, There’s More

Okay, so that’s the ending of the main paracosm. However, there’s a sequel! I have not spent nearly as much time on this as the main story so a lot is very sketchy. I’m just gonna list out my main ideas:

A little while after the ending of the main story, an alien union/federation/whatever makes first contact with Earth; they were also saved by Erina's actions and want to return the favor by helping humanity out.

Stuff Happens but I don’t know exactly what yet lol. I do know there’s a lot of space battles because that’s just cool.

Erina eventually comes back into her physical form because Dany is in danger (I imagine it's a situation similar to Rebellion; I haven't hammered out the details yet though). There are also Chaos machinations, which could be catastrophic for the universe.

She manages to save Dany and also connects with Chaos itself, making it realize it needs to chill out. Like it can still be Chaos but not so extra.

Erina with her loved ones, also getting to meet the new characters. She is sad about needing to leave them again, but knows her duty is more important.

However, the Rule of Cycles is very grateful for all of Erina’s help; after all, she ended Wraiths and managed to get Chaos to calm down just a bit. The RoC asks Erina if she wants to live out the rest of her natural lifespan in the mortal world. She says yes, because there's nothing she wants to do more than live her life with her friends and family, in the world she loves so much.

I imagine the system her wish made is still in place because, like Madokami, she's both Erina the individual and Erina the force of nature. It’s not great to have Erina the individual missing, but since it’ll only be for a few decades the universe can cope.

In the ACTUAL, FINAL ending, Erina becomes a teacher for young mages. Erina, Dany, and Iris (a main character whose relationship with Erina is also a major theme) officially become a polycule. LOVE FUCKING WINS!

If you made it this far: THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY, both the story itself and your interest mean more to me than anything!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[brujamala-aka-gigi]

still fucked up? here's a pick a pile reading.

pile 1. pile 2. pile 3.

a pick a pile reading inspired on sundays being the longest and most tedious day of the week. i never know what to do on a sunday other than overthinking and feeling sort of gloomy.

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· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ – • · Pile 1 · • – ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Honestly, I really dig this combination of cards. I feel like this Page of Wands is asking you to take a different approach when thinking of success. It's clear that you value material and spiritual achievements equally, but you see them as something that's too far away from your reality. I think that it is very important to recognize that you are guarded by energies that match your ambitions, and you are doing things right to become the person you wish to be. 

Other than that, it is also relevant to think of the dissonances and miscommunications that can cause you trouble when trying to face any obstacles in your journey. The Emperor and The High Priestess are both equally strong in their own ways. Both of these energies are present in your life, and they happen to be complete polar opposites, the peak of male energy and the peak of female energy. Balancing both with every step you take is difficult, therefore it's understandable if you choose to focus on one or another depending on the moment. Ideally, these two should be able to communicate with one another, so you don't betray the nature of one taking actions more suitable to the other. 

In order to do this, I'd say that it's a great moment to look at the world with child-like eyes; allow yourself to be amused and ruled by curiosity, enrich your life with first time experiences and find joy in spaces where your creativity is nurtured. Don't assume that your learning years are over. 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ – • · Pile 2 · • – ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Okay, this is a tough one. Stay strong bestie. So… Clearly that Ten of Swords is about something in your head that has caused major negative impacts on your life. I wouldn't say it's mostly about emotional distress by itself, but instead I think it's more about the prevalence of dysfunctional thought processing patterns that are being ignored or mishandled in the social and emotional parts of your life. It seems that a deep understanding of your own sensitivity hasn't been enough to cope with this. 

But, it's not all bad, as the presence of both Kings, Wands and Cups, show me that the maturity and strength is there, what's lacking tho, is a more solid sense of trust on the logic presented by sources outside your own head. Feeling trapped and buried by your own thoughts, it's common enough that you can share them with trusted ones surrounding you in order to appease feelings of doubt and desperation. 

This combination of cards shows me that you have the capacity to move from this thought provoked stagnation, to move from a mental eco chamber of negativity. To accomplish this you should aim to build more solid relations based on nurturing each other's potential and emotional strength. Don't be doubtful when taking the first steps towards what you already know you can do for bettering yourself and others. Stop being confident in negative thoughts and begin being confident in positive ones, even if you need help beginning to do so. 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ – • · Pile 3 · • – ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Well, one is not bad but it’s not that good either. I think the main topic of this spread is to remain cautious when material success is achieved, in order to not cause yourself emotional and spiritual harm. Sometimes our material achievements can be directly related to spiritual growth, yet, we can not deny that the energy we spend on creating success for ourselves is just as valuable as the energy we spend on our spiritual journeys. In this case, the Seven of Pentacles shows me that your sense of purpose, in resonance with patience and determination, will bring great satisfaction as long as you take time to reflect and rest from the hard work. 

Nonetheless, be careful with who you choose to be generous with. There’s nothing wrong with providing a helping hand, but make sure that those who receive it understand the value of your hard work and are not there to deceit you by playing victims. Keep an eye on anything that is causing you doubts on your enterprises, and do not fool yourself with ideas and proposals that come from unrealistic perspectives. This is a great moment to reflect on the ways your energy is being received by others. The main priority should be your well being and your stability first. You can’t give to others if you can’t provide for yourself.

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hey there, im gigi i did this tarot thing, hii. hope this was at least fun to read i guess? im just chilling with the cards and writing. thinking about making a introduction post but then idk... like i love this blog and i love tumblr so im like ayyy i get to practice my english and get back into tarot? slay. like i swear

im kinda rusty with tarot's rn but hopefully eventually I'll get back on it like i used to so i guess that if someone wants to follow me in case i open my questions inbox to answer questions with the cards and stuff that could be nice.

ugh and im also putting together a nicer space for the readings, my desk is full of paint stains (my normal job is art related lol) and there's always a university thing peaking from the side of my desk, it's like my notes are watching me while i kinda ignore them...

anyways i got like 40 notes on my first post, soooo thaaaanks omg i was so like nervous about it i hate that im this kinda shy to post tarot content anynomously like wtf how can i be like that when im posting nasty thirst traps on my personal instagram with no context?? the duality of women i guess. okay this is too much venting

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[syrma-sensei]

Somewhere In Your Heart, Ch.8: Broken Hearts.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.

Rating: Explicit.

Setting: In the early 80s.

Warnings: angst, angst, angst...

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Soldier Boy lives through the ennui of his peak, but everything is about to change when he has a shift in his heart.

He's down ten points so far.

Ben glares at the assistant from Crisis Management who delivered him the news with indignant, green eyes. He snatches the newspaper from the poor guy's hands. His brow twitches in irritation as he reads this line.

America's golden son is a spoiled boy.

He scoffs at the title. But he gotta hand it to them, they're becoming more and more creative with the headlines. He snickers again. He won this country a goddamn war, and the first time people find out about his harmless recreational usage of coke, they immediately bite him in the ass.

Ungrateful fucks, he grunts. Should've let the Nazis kill them all.

He crumples up the page and tears it off with a sharp jerk of his hand.

“You talked to the house yet?” He grumbles. The fact is those shots of him sniffing powder shouldn't have been snapped in the first place. He fucking pays them to maintain some privacy for fuck’s sake.

“There’s been no answer yet, sir.” The assistant’s voice waver with caution. Well, he better be, because one wrong word and Soldier Boy would snap.

“Then get the fucking lawyers into this shit!” He growls, “Should I teach you your fucking job?!”

The assistant gulps, “R-Right away, sir.” He scurries away, back to his apartment. Fucking retard. That's what he gets when he relies on Vought to cover his ass; he gets fucked.

Nevertheless, it makes him wonder, who had the balls to do that?! To tarnish his reputation. He's aware that some people aren't so fond of him, but very few dared to speak out. Soldier Boy is the face of the US. Making him look bad is a direct attack on the fucking country.

He makes his way to Legend's office. He steps in without even bothering to knock.

“One day.” He enunciates, thinking one day is generous enough to have put a button on this shit, “If this ain't sorted out, I'll take matters into my fucking hand.”

Before Legend can utter a word, Ben leaves the room as quickly as he entered, heading back to his private quarters. Where he can be with one who can make him feel everything is okay.

“Hey, sweetheart…” He announces as he walks in. He finds you reading one of those fucking tabloids: Daily Supes. His eyes furrow.

You gaze up from the newspaper in your hands, “Ben, what's going on?” You say as you stand up, ambling towards him.

“I got fucking ambushed.”

You flinch a tad at the word. Does he know it was you? No, it's not possible, because if he did, you wouldn't have been here.

“Any idea on who it might be?” You ask gingerly.

“Not yet. But they're investigating it as we speak…” He sighs, “I gave them one day. If they don't bring me a name, I'll handle it myself. And tell ya one thing, it's gonna be ugly if I do.”

You gulp, tearing your gaze away from him, eyes are on the newspaper again.

“Hey,” He approaches you, taking the tabloid and tossing it aside. His hands cradle your face. “It’ll be alright, doll, I promise.” His voice is raspy, “It’s not the first time someone tries that kind of shit.”

You nod, putting on a small smile.

He smiles back, “Here it is,” He dips down and pecks your lips, “Oh, and for the record, Legend and I have been up to something for ya…”

“Something for me?”

“That's right.” He says, “You’re gonna sing another song, and with me.”

“Really?!” You gush, eyes sparkling.

“I’m not fucking with you, dollface, it'd be a shame not to let that pretty voice of your be of use.”

“When will that happen?”

“Once we sort this shit out.”

You feel a stab of guilt pierces through your chest. And now you know you truly fucked up. You fucking had the one-time chance and fucked it up. You could've bitten the bullet, found it in yourself to forgive Ben in time. And you would've lived a thousand times better life than anything you would imagine to come up with.

But you fucked it up.

You hold back the tears that start to burn your eyes, but they run down your cheeks anyway. Ben's brows furrow, “What’s wrong, baby?” He says in the gentlest voice ever.

You wipe your tears with the back of your hands, “I-It’s nothing…” You sniffle, “I just realised how lucky I am to have you… to be yours.”

Your stomach roils in convulsion at your sick lies. It's still a wonder to you that you're still capable of lying, and to the man you're falling in love with no less.

You're so fucked.

Ben kisses your tears away, then his mouth trails down to your lips. Soft and tender. And your tears pours down again. The question rises again… why does it have to be like this?

Ben wakes up from a nap after you two had… something akin to sweet sex. Could he call it lovemaking? Maybe. But one thing for sure, you looked and sounded beautiful when he fucked you. Your moans, your squirms, your tears of pleasure. All beautiful. Just like you. Sometimes he thinks it's the only thing he exceeds at. Making you feel good. Maybe he's finally good enough for someone, and he's glad that it's you. You deserve it.

He glances down at your, you're sleeping soundly, head resting on his chest. He smiles and kisses the top of your head before he expertly slither away from your hold.

Ben freshens up in the bathroom, then he makes himself a cigarette and smokes it in the living room of his chambers.

Then there's a knock on the door. “Soldier Boy… Mr. Edgar wants to see you.”

“Do you know what the fuck he wants?”

He shakes his head, “No, sir.”

Ben smacks his lips, waving his hand dismissively, “I’ll see him when I have time.”

“I’m afraid the matter is urgent sir. He persists to see you immediately.”

He grunts, puffing out a ring of smoke. “I’m here if he wants to have a little chit chat.”

“I’m afraid he wants to see you in his office, sir.”

Ben groans again and muffles the cigarette in the ashtray. “Fine,”

After five minutes, Ben is in Edgar's office.

“You wanted to see me, Stan?” Ben drawls as walks in.

The man smiles cordially at Ben, “Indeed, I did. Please have a seat.”

Ben sits in the chair across from Edgar's desk. He puts a leg over the other, and leans backwards into the backrest of the chair, putting his arms on the armrest. Ben might as well be swinging his dick, so that little shit knows his place.

Edgar's lips are still curling in that sickening smile, “I see you're so fond of Ms. (L/N)...”

“She’s a good girl who makes me cum without regret.” He asserts, he doesn't want to display any kind of affection he harbours for you to anyone, especially this man. Because he knows they'd use it against him in some way. And he won't have it.

Edgar chuckles, unfazed by Ben's crude words, “I must say, you make quite the couple.” Ben raises his brow.

But the amusement in Edgar's voice vanishes and it turns cold, “Your satisfaction with this company is a priority to us as long as it doesn't contradict with its best interests.”

Ben's eyebrows furrow, “Meaning?”

Edgar slides open a drawer to his desk and fetches a file and gives it to Ben.

“Meaning that any gimmickry against you is against us…”

Ben opens the file and his eyes widen as they land on pictures taken of you with some… gal.

“That young lady is Lana Miller, a journalist who works for Daily Supes, a vulgar tabloid. A resource claims she and Ms. (L/N) had an agreement. I’m afraid your girl has betrayed our trust.”

Ben doesn't heed Edgar's words as he remembers you reading the same exact tabloid this morning. You. The leak was you? Ben closes his eyes then opens them again, an attempt to digest it.

But why? Everything he ever did to you millions of women wouldn't have even dreamt of it. He took you in, salvaged you from that cunt, made you his. Loved you.

Edgar's rolling his lips talking, but Ben doesn't catch anything of what the formers said. “...I hope you understand.”

“What resource?” Ben asks calmly, yet his teeth grit.

Edgar clicks his tongue, “Theodore Adana.”

Ben snorts. That old fuck, the leader of The Church Of The Collective? Vought can't just believe anything comes out of that fraud’s mouth. For all he understands Edgar attended Theodore’s grandchild's baptism. They named him Alistair for Christ's sake. Why would he accuse you of such a thing in the first place? Could he possibly be one of your previous clients? No, Jack had no business in pulling in religious leaders.

Confusion gnaws on Ben's stomach when he looks down again at your pictures with the Lana chick, and he doesn't like it.

“No,” Ben answers.

“Pardon, Soldier Boy…”

“I’ll handle it.”

It came down to his hands after all.

“But…”

“I said I'll handle it!”

When you wake up, you don't find Ben next to you in bed. Instead, you wake up to your line ringing like crazy.

You pick up the handle of the telephone. “Hello—”

“Everything’s fucking crazy, (Y/N)!” You hear Lana’s voice shriek from the other end, you lift the phone away a bit. Then your eyes widen when you realise it.

“Are you nuts?! Calling me here!” You sit up, hushing your voice in fear of Ben being out in the living room.

“What does it matter?!” She shrieks again, “You have what you wanted, the bastard who killed your brother is busted in the balls. Anyway, we should meet…”

“Like hell we are…” You hiss, “You don't know what's happening here, they're looking for the culprit and if they knew I was the mole, I'd be dead.”

“That’s exactly why we should meet!” She inveigles, “We should hit them again before they know it. I made you a deal for an interview tomorrow night—”

You silence her, “You did what?!”

“Like I said we need to talk, but not with Vought being on our asses.”

You contemplate your options and finally give in. “Okay…”

“Here’s where we're gonna meet…”

You don't know how you managed to slip through the tower's heavy security, but you did anyway. Lana's spot is a park where you two can blend in without causing much attention.

She waves a hand at you and you sit next to her on a bench. You scan the park again. It's buzzing with life, kids shrinking and playing in the yard, families on picnic blankets. Your mind swaps you and Ben with one of those families, conjuring a picture of you two having a happy normal life.

You could've had it, but you fucked it up.

“You did so well, (Y/N)!” Lana says, roiling that image until it perishes in your head. The high pitch of her voice already starts to grate on your gears. “I mean having him snorting some nasty shit… you nailed it.”

You're not sure you should compliment yourself for that. Guilt stabs in your chest, and you fight it. He killed my brother. You reason with yourself. You can believe you're doing this. The man took your brother's life and you're agonizing over what you did to him. He had it coming. Another type of guilt pierces through your chest. You’re practically trying to convince yourself of something you are ready to turn a blind eye to. You can't believe it. Soldier Boy must've really done a number on you.

“Congratulations! You put your brother's soul to rest now.”

But did you put yours by doing that?

You gather your purse and stand up, “I don't want to have anything to do with this or you anymore.” Maybe it's too late, but you said it anyway.

The pompous glee in Lana's eyes vanishes as she looks up at you, “What do you mean? You still have to fight! Do you think Vought will just cut you loose when they find out it was you?”

“Are you threatening me, Ms. Miller?” You spit.

She bolts up on her feet, “No, but I'm not the one who's acting like a cum bucket to my brother's murderer.”

You slap her.

“You fucking slut!” She hisses at you, grabbing her reddened cheek. “I should've never put my hand in a whore’s like you.”

You chuckles bitterly at her low blow. “That’s right. Whores like me can't be trusted.” You shrug, “Now if I hear anything from you and I mean anything… I'll burn you and your stupid tabloid to fucking ground.”

“You’ll pay for this…”

“I’d like to see you try, bitch.”

Lana scurries away and you smile in triumph at her cowardly retreat. You expected more fight, but whatever. You turn on your heel, and your smile wavers as they fall upon none other than Ben himself. You startle on your spot.

Whores like me can't be trusted. Those words echo in Ben's mind as he stares at you. He dressed casually and followed you since you left the tower. He heard everything.

“Ben…” You say breathlessly.

“Was it you?” His voice is stringent, leaving no room for lying.

You look down then up at him again. You nod.

Bitterness mars Ben's face for a moment before it regains composure. He can't show vulnerability. Not to you, not to anyone.

“Do you care telling me fucking why?” His eyes swirl with the pain of betrayal, and it pours down on your back like an ice bucket.

Your breath goes choppy before you regain your aplomb again. Even though your eyes sting with tears, your voice doesn't break as you answer, “You killed my brother. Six years ago, you and your pals burnt down a building while chasing villains, you left many casualties behind, he was one of them. But you don't care, do you?” Your tears break their tension and spill in two rivulets rolling down your cheeks.

A heavy silence envelopes you two, only interrupted by the children's happy squeaks.

You search his face looking for anything akin to remorse, regret, that he's sorry, anything… but you find nothing but hard green eyes piercing through your soul.

“Did you get your revenge?” He asks, voice stoic, icy.

You take a step forward, “Ben it's—”

He raises his hand up, stopping you, “Answer the question.”

“You killed my brother, Ben… I wanted to hurt you, somehow.” You say through your tears, “You have my brother's blood on your hands…”

“He wasn't the first and won't be the last.” He asserts, “People die when they come in my way, (Y/N).”

A vein pulses in your temple, “Die… just die?!” You snap, “Those people have names, Ben! Have families, people who love them!” You grit your teeth, your tears aren't stopping, and your voice isn't helping you as it's cracking, “I hate you! I fucking hate you!”

You hate him for freeing you, for taking care of you, for making your heart beat, for making you question yourself, for killing your brother.

You fucking hate him.

“I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore.” You do him as you did that bitch. They came and here they go, in then out of your life, like most people do.

With that, Ben leaves you, and you collapse on the ground, you cry your heart out on the grass. Some people try to help you, but you push them away. You sit there all day long, until you return to your original home.

You return to Jack.

🦅 Previous chapter: The Scandal Date.

🦅 Next chapter: Never Say Goodbye.

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[inkwitchgames]

Full Name: Max Murphy Powers: Manipulation Age: 23 Star Sign: Libra Height: 5ft10 Traits: creative, flirtatious, indolent, laid-back, oblivious

Few people knew about Max Murphy's struggles as a child; even the town gossips drew the line somewhere. He spent a lot of his childhood on the beach—an escape from his home life—and his best (and only) friend in the whole world was his elderly neighbor Mrs. King.

When his mom's brain tumor got really bad, Mrs. King gave Murph the keys to her house. He spent more and more time with his new friend, chatting away, ignoring the problem. He couldn't watch his mom slowly die—her sallow skin, the explosive rages, the cruelty and fear. She'd refused treatment, forbade him from telling his father what was happening.

He was twelve years old when she passed. He saw it all.

He's never quite forgiven her for that.

Living with his dad was easier—he let Murph do whatever the hell he wanted. So Murph rode across town every day, and under Mrs. King's guidance, finally figured out what it was that inspired him. She gave him her late husband's guitar, and he promised to make her proud.

By high school, he was a different person. He was happy—truly happy. Sure, there were some bumpy roads, moments where he just wanted to scream. Stress got to him, so he avoided it. But the older he got the less aware he seemed of life's troubles, like he'd built up a tolerance. But he'd also developed a areal appreciation for life—and lived it to the max.

The night of the graduation party on Froggy Island, Murph was planning to get wasted. He was glad to be done with school...but it stirred up some memories. Alcohol helped with that. Noise did, too.

He didn't want the party to end just yet, so he stayed behind to help find the missing girl. It was kind of fun—like an adventure movie. Picking through the trees, climbing over rocks. It wasn't like she was in any real danger.

Looking back, he cringes at that thought. Tempting fate, much?

He didn’t react so well to what came next. Not like there’s a normal way to react to the abnormal—the absolutely fucking insane—but he wishes he hadn’t drunk so much. Maybe forgetting most of it was a blessing. But maybe not.

He remembers some of it. The way they all hit the ground. The way that thing...exploded. Fire, all around them. How it twisted into a figure, a face—a nightmare.

The bodies being hauled off the boats. Mrs. King rushing to him in floods of tears. “Don’t be sad,” he'd whispered. And she smiled, big and bright, like a switch had flipped.

Well. That was new.

In the beginning, he wanted to explore his powers' limits—he was literally a superhero now. But, like with most things that weren’t music, the drive fizzled out. It took too much out of him. Sometimes he got nosebleeds. It was effort. No thanks.

Some of it came second nature, which he stuck to. But he didn’t overuse it. Didn’t abuse it. And he never intentionally used it on Mrs. King. Except for that one time—but that had been for her own good.

He’d been off visiting friends out of town when it started to call to him. Creepy, then annoying. How was he supposed to make music when all he could hear was that thing's voice ringing like dissonant chords?

So he’s back home. And wondering...what the hell now? That thing didn’t send coordinates—was he just supposed to figure this out himself?

Hello? Anyone?

[1dcommunityficrecs]

Rec List: Songfics!

Welcome to the first list of the Based On Bonanza! We have nine nifty fics full of love, creativity, and music -- please dive in! In addition to reblogging the fic posts for these, I also have a CRAPTON of fic posts from various past songfic events that I'll also be reblogging alongside these, because there are so many good ones and I truly cannot ever have enough.

As always -- like, comment, kudos, reblog, bookmark, share, and all that jazz.

Just Tell Me the Song and I'll Sing It by myownspark/@myownsparknow (39919, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.

Reccer says: This fic is so beautifully written and really weaves the songs used into having such meaning for the story. Truly one of my favorite fics I've ever read.

write this down by Sunflouwerhabit /@sunflouwerhabit (233196, General, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles) – fic post

“He can’t hear Harry say he’s proud of him when he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see him again after this week. 'I miss you,' Harry murmurs, his breaths warm and equally shaky. 'All the time.' Louis kisses him harder." ~~~ Harry leaves his hometown to find himself. Every road he takes has a single, fated destination. Inspired by Taylor swift’s tis the damn season.

Reccer says: This is the first fic that broke my heart, repeatedly, every chapter. That said, it’s impeccable in its heartbreak.

Halloween by SomeDovesFly/@somedovesfly (59444, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson ) – fic post

Follow Harry and Louis through 6 Halloweens in a sex, drugs, and rock and roll AU in a time before cellphones or internet. Inspired by Halloween by Noah Kahan

Reccer says: This fic really digs in to both the fun and the darkness that is halloween…and growing up and apart.

to wake up by your side is all I wanna do by beardyboyzx/@beardyboyzx (1000, General, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik) – fic post

a series of moments of realization, where Niall looks at Zayn and thinks -- oh.

Reccer says: soft, sweet, simple. I love the little moments sometimes, quiet and unremarkable and yet so full of meaning and love

Carry These Feelings by LadyLondonderry /@londonfoginacup (3000, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Harry he has a bad habit of using Faerie magic to keep his soulmate youthful

Reccer says: I love how much worldbuilding is captured in such a small little story, and the unexpected way in which the song and the lyrics were used

i still wanna dance with you by justanothershadeofblue/@justanothershadeofblue (7000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: Homophobia from several characters, including one incident of physical abuse

Harry has always been unapologetically himself, even when the entire world seems to be trying to change him. Louis wants to be more like him, wants to be brave, wants to love who he is as much as he loves who Harry is.

Reccer says: All the characters feel so whole and human -- they're all flawed, but also have good features, and seeing how those balance (or not) to different people. You can see the way love and acceptance and fear shape the characters in different ways. Louis is braver than he thinks.

Might've Took The Long Way by LiveLaughLoveLarry/@loveislarryislove (21000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Louis and Harry were high school sweethearts, but they broke up after they went away to university. Two years later, when Harry comes back for summer break, Louis is forced to admit that he hasn't moved on. And despite all his doubts and fears that they just can't hack it long term, Harry is pretty fucking sure they can.

Reccer says: I love the conversations Louis has, with Zayn and with Gemma, basically beating a sense of self-worth and belief that good things can happen back into him

sunshine, baby! by staybeautiful/@harruandlou (106500, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

Reccer says: Adorable instant attraction, great descriptions, fun Easter eggs

Like a Sour Diesel, She Burns by larry-hiatus /@emilarry (9620, Explicit, Harry Styles/Zayn Malik) – fic post

Zayn and Harry have a complicated past, but Zayn still goes to see him at the strip club where Harry works.

Reccer says: Colorful descriptions, teasing banter, emotional pining, forbidden love

[devillime]

Okay I need to know why solmare is making some “choices” that aren’t good? But also a redo of an old post

Like first off.

Luke

Why the hell does my little boy have a body pillow like my wife?

Solmare themselves had came out and said he’s TEN yet do shit like this it’s not even funny it’s fucking disgusting that these are OFFICIAL MERCH FROM THEM

Like they could have been creative and made him something different like this

It’s not hard just give him a chihuahua pillow with a removable hat it’s not that hard

Secondly

THIS

I understand if new players haven’t played the original game but why put this here? Not to mention people can have their mcs act different in NB vs SWD like think of it like this let’s say mc forgot all their memories with the brothers completely but as they get closer to them it shows flashbacks from events that happened in the old game that way this wouldn’t be needed

And thirdly

The empty world building

Like don’t get me wrong we know a shit ton of things from devildom yet why have the world be so damn empty?? Like come on

Twisted Wonderland came out in 2020 now sure you can say that “it’s Disney they’ll have more people to help out” then what about arcana twilight?

That game out in 2023 and yes i seen a LOT of similarities between arcana twilight and obey me but they changed it mid way through the game i understand if people were upset about it but why harass them when they don’t sexualize a child as what Solmare is doing to Luke

I get not wanting to your favorite game get plagiarize but it’s just dumb especially when arcana twilight does what obey me is doing with their mc in that

Both mcs don’t have a body sprite

Your mc can be any way you want it to be

Both are non binary

Both have actual ties to the characters that beyond just romantic relationships

I get not wanting a game that is just a copy of another game but once you get deeper into arcana twilight and get closer to floor 13 it’s get better and more interesting but well never know that since the creators pretty much abandoned the game due to the harassment hell judging from my research arcana twilight is the only game were they have were the mc is non binary

Hell Storytaco has a game just like obey me with demons and all but it’s pay to play while arcana twilight isn’t as bad with getting gems

Now

THESE THREE

Now as of right now we all tomorrow at 6pm pdt for when season three of Nightbringer starts

HOWEVER

These three need to show up more than just one time then dip yes they are in events but why have them only show up in events and not the main story

Raphael in Nightbringer is a different story since he’s in the celestial realm but thirteen and Mephistopheles? There’s no excuse like come both of them are in devildom we can met with them and see them more why have it where they pop up once then fall of the face of the earth?

Why show three new characters if your not gonna give us anything much less have us interact with them less and less yes I get that obey me is center about the brothers but also us as the mc

Our interaction with the characters and our relationship with them while i can’t come up with something for thirteen but with Mephistopheles and Raphael there things there that need to be addressed

How does Raphael feel about knowing Simeon is no longer gonna be an angel like him?

His relationship with Michael after the brothers had fallen?

Is Raphael afraid to scared to get close to us because of Simeon and is he afraid that Luke will have to wake two people he cherish them most slowly die in front of him as he gets older?

What’s his opinion on diavolo?

These have been what circulating in my head. Now on to Mephistopheles oh boy I love Lucifer but not delusional enough to ignore what his prescience in devildom had done to Mephistopheles livelihood

How did his family react when they found out that Diavolo chose Lucifer over him?

Does diavolo know the pain he have caused choosing Lucifer?

What is life plan now knowing what he was raised to do was tossed out the window?

Is diavolo ever gonna address that issue and try and resolve it peacefully or is he gonna keep things how it is even if it could cause problems later on?

Will we ever know how Diavolo sees things with Mephistopheles and how he’s going to deal with that?

Do the brothers know why Mephistopheles is rightfully upset with Lucifer?

Are they never going get this resolved with these characters? Like it same with the other side characters we have so much insight about how they are and what they went through but at the same time we don’t it’s really jarring.

[electricbluebutterflies]

27. desperate kisses for kastle!

PG-ish and also on ao3.

Karen is starting to get really sick of hostage situations.

She ends up in them too often. Consequence of being publicly connected to multiple people who collect enemies, and being a fragile-looking woman doesn’t help, and-

She’s thankful, this time, when she hears gunshots in the distance. At least she knows how this ends.

She does nothing, once she processes. Stays perfectly still. Her wrists are duct-taped and that’ll leave marks, whatever assholes are involved here aren’t even competent and how easily she thinks that is a realization about the state of her life that she is not in the mood for, and-

How easily she’s adapted. She matches energy, and honestly she’s not sure this group of henchmen even could do anything to her, they haven’t tried much so she hasn’t tried in return and-

A kicked-down door, a rush of emotions she doesn’t care to deal with right now, a heartbeat of eye contact and there are definitely a few things Karen has gotten too normal about over the past few years but she can’t help it that it feels really, really good to get rescued in a… very deliberate way.

As in, there’s a body count. As in, she doesn’t mind.

“Karen.”

Her lover does not waste time, once he’s done what he needs to do. He’s gotten… better at getting her out of restraints than either of the will ever voluntarily admit, and there’s something normal about this too, the calluses of his hands somehow gentle on her wrists, tracing patterns for circulation, unsure what exactly happened and-

“I’m fine.”

Not a total lie either. Nothing they need to panic about, nothing-

She’s not sure which of them kisses the other. She rarely is. All she knows is there is something territorial in the way they move against each other, something like maybe this routine isn’t entirely bad, like-

“Fuck. Karen. I-“

“It’s okay. I’m okay.”

She clings longer than she probably should. This isn’t even that bad of a day by what passes for her standards now, but she can still feel the crash incoming, what she’ll need to do when they get home, a few drinks and a bath and maybe, maybe that’ll be enough and-

“Anything I can’t see?”

She laughs – how strange it is to be on the other side of that question. “Bruises. Nothing terrible. Nothing…”

Almst anyone else in the world would look at the scene around them and make a comment abut overreactions. Karen is years past that instinct, and-

He kisses her again and she can feel everything he’s not saying, the fear of it all, how deeply he’s gotten attached and how horrifically bad it would end if anything ever happened to her and-

“Do I want to know?”

“No. Not yet.”

She can accept that, she decides as their bodies separate, as the reality of the situation sinks in, the part where they should probably not be here right now. At the very least she’s not in the mood for another what-are-you-doing-here conversation with whatever beat cop will get stuck cleaning up the mess and whose name she should probably know at this point, enough of them know her, and-

“Run?”

“Run.”

This isn’t a life she would’ve chosen for herself, Karen thinks as they make their way out of an abandoned basement because these situations are never creative, as she pauses for a heartbeat she barely has to kick off her shoes because if she tries to run in these heels she’ll fuck up her ankle again and that’s just not a risk she wants to take, but… it’s hers, all the mess and the beauty of it, and-

“Frank?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

If she has to end up in the middle of everything, she thinks, at least she gets this.

[virginiadre]

I'm actually glad to have been proven wrong about yoshida's bad influence to be entirely blamed on, but at what costs?

For the longest (way past a decade now), I've had this suspicion that the GX creative team had some civil war fall-out of sorts. That was all that could explain the several plot inconsistencies and canon contradictions to me. Yoshida is not the only culprit I should attack, but him eschewing off from tying loose ends of s3 does raise my eyebrows.

There were plot points that looked out of place since it felt like trying to pay homage to the original ygo while still wanting to look unique. Like, parts of s3 emulate DM to an extent but the arrival of the foreign white boy who magically becomes besties with the japanese mc is an adored yet familiar trope in the whole genre. Too bad it's shoved on us way past the halfway point, along with weak foreshadowing of the final villains. Yeah, the implementation of the overused Devilman trope was obvious but you see: very few shonen have managed to execute it scrupulously.. and GX is not one of them 🤷

Rewatched this series back in April, and that transition from s3 to s4 left me infuriated. The plot atmosphere might be heavier than that of s1, but trust me the final two seasons stand juxtaposed, facing two different directions. S4 doesn't even show any conclusion to the prior arc, but instead focuses on a discarded plot point from the 1st fucking season?? And that's a bad thing since unlike the first two, both s3 and s4 are meant to cover up the gang's third year at the academy up till graduation. Everything happened in one semester yet nothing happened at all folks.

Poor Marcel is erased since Blair can't have her own friend to grow with and should instead be part of the mc's senior group as his fangirl. Poor Zane is robbed off a memorable death since Syrus is not allowed to have the grieving plotline. Poor Adrian and Jim got deported from Japan for reasons only addressed off-screen. Poor Bastion lol.

I don't mind Yoshida favouring O'Brien since that's frankly the only likeable character left. I do mind however, that he subverted 80% of s3, all because he wasn't part of making it smh. The previous directors need to be throttled too.

For me to like s4, I'd have to accept most of s3 to be forced and unnecessary. And for me to enjoy season 3, I will naturally find the last season a shit show.

Oh, Judai's battling ptsd and trauma? Just him? But why? Did something catastrophic happen involving only himself or his friends too? In another dimension where a crazy duel monster spirit from ancient times, went on a rage filled frenzy? Was a beloved bestie possessed and used against everyone for evil? What does good boi bestie have to feel about that? Oh, I see..only mc is allowed to exhibit the tragedy trope..

Shit gets me ya know. To have Jesse highlighted as not only an integral bond to Jaden, but also a comfortably adjusted friend in the main circle, all to get shafted as an afterthought in s4. Poor guy's deck/family of crystal beasts was tainted and used as weapons to kill, but yeah he gets screentime for 5 eps where he loses to Fujiwara and ultimately becomes the loser friend like the others.. wow yoshida, just wow. You had an open invitation to explore this guy's shame and guilt complex but ya blew it. Jaden suffers horrible survivors guilt over this guy, but s4 wants to gaslight us into believing Jesse is just some forgotten transfer student.

(Sharing a personal headcanon here, but Jesse's departure to North Academy could have been an important scene with actual sentimental value. Far sensible than current mc ghosting everyone at graduation to go battle mighty mc of the previous installment. I don't mind that incomplete duel but that ending wasn't fair for anyone except Judai)

"Judai is sad and mad" he's trauma bonded to the menacing spirit who is behind all that pain caused in the prior arc. Instead of divulging into that dynamic under a different lens, viewers have to accept that Yubel is redeemed and therefore only allowed to appear for the last two eps. The mc is the only one in pain despite four other existing characters experiencing worse.

"Judai is an adult now" WHERE? his growth is not organic, and his friends who could depict realistic adulthood challenges were well, neglected by the writers. DM and 5d show better wrapped up endings than whatever the hell this was. I'm being annoying here but the GX manga gave a better ending.

The tropes aren't impressive when they aren't coherently executed on appropriate situations. Why introduce something so profound and in need of exploration yet drop it the moment it demanded active participation of the other characters? You share your pain with the ones who understand you in that field and grow with them. Yoshida dropping the ball on everyone to hyperfocus on mc was nonsensical. Don't worry, fanon!GX doesn't disappoint me with the well written fanfiction.

What canon!GX became was an attempt where each screenwriter wanted to insert their own interpretation of a favoured trope onto the mc without developing the existing outline established around all the characters since the start. It's Plain Bad Writing.

5d had to respect it's late insert, crow hanger, and make him a series regular post debut. Yet Jesse (the real bestie who actually carried the plot for half a season) gets the short of the stick becuz... becuz... BECUZ..?!? nothing? Back to shitting on yoshida welp!

People insulting GX as bottom tier doesn't offend me anymore since that's exactly what it got regulated to by the end. The anime, while thoroughly enjoyable, disappoints.

[disarmd]

For the fic ask game: feel free to do one or all of these 💕

4, 17 and 24

[fic ask game]

4. a story idea you haven't written yet

i already mentioned my unhinged porny rapunzel idea, but i have lots of story ideas, so i will answer again, haha. i think a lot about a lando/max/ofc fic, like the whole story be one scene where they're out partying together. it would obviously have to be au- no partners and children. but lando thinking max is straight and trying to navigate a bi threesome with him would be 10/10. i don't want to describe it too fully now in case i actually do end up writing it but themes around masculinity, competition/friendship, internalized homophobia. and a threesome. so, that's the stuff.

24. how do you recharge when you're not feeling creative

i'm just going to keep saying this every time i answer a question on this topic to try to do my tiny part to combat productivity obsession, but if i don't want to write, i just think: yeah, you're tired, you don't have to write. but it can be really hard, like sometimes i'll feel bad and i'll think i want to write, but it actually makes me feel worse.

but to actually answer the question, broad strokes, i think it's like:

do i want to feel more inspired? that often comes from consuming other people's art. can't happen on demand, because it has to be the right thing that hits in the right way, but when the feeling hits, it's the greatest joy.

do i want to have more things to write about? might have to go out and do some living. sometimes have to refill the lived experience tank.

do i want to feel more connected to a creative community? i was hitting a wall writing in abidance where it felt like i'd been writing it for quite a long time, so i decided to start posting, and that ended up being the absolute best decision. going from more solitary to a shared experience of communication made me feel so recharged, and it went from "finishing so it'll be done" to like "finishing so i can share with these specific people who have been so awesome." or if a don't have a wip in a place where i can start posting, just getting to come on tumblr and do like fic ask games or talk about writing generally can feel really recharging. and then certainly getting to hang out in friends' gdocs and like being in that reader role instead of the writer one. the balance of creating and contributing and consuming.

and then just looking after the meatsack. i am not feeling creative today because i threw my neck out on tuesday and haven't been sleeping all week and there's nothing that's going to fix that other than HOPEFULLY eventually not being in pain and catching up on sleep. i'm trying to do more strength training but apparently i'm only capable of lifting from my neck and it's making me so fucking mad, even though i went to a physio who said my form was correct and i shouldn't be having problems, but anyway. human bodies, unfortunately. they do also impact our brains.

17. talk about your writing and editing process

i wrote the longest response to this, which i imagine most people won't want to read, but eye personally love hearing about other people's writing process, so this is like the FULL ANSWER in case there are other folks who feel the same.

i only start writing when i've got past daydreaming about ~vibes and have the actual shape of a story in my mind. not full and complete, but a story shaped story, broadly. then, i write whatever i am most interested in, from any part of the story. however, because i love delayed gratification, i usually save some amount of the stuff i'm most excited about to write last. it's very comforting, if you're feeling stuck, to know you've got Scene XYZ saved, and you already know how that's going to go and you're confident you're going to be able to write it, so you're not STUCK stuck. you're just having trouble with some of the story.

depending, i might write a whole scene in one writing session, or multiple small ones, or just scene fragments. sometimes i come to the same scene multiple times. like if you imagine i have to write everything from one through ten, i might write 3 and 4, and then another day write 6, and then another day 2, 7 and 9. like just keep coming back to chip away at it. and i do think of it as chipping away, because it feels like i'm approaching it from different angles. first we carve away this, then this, then that. i start as close as possible to the thing that matters most in the scene instead of working my way up to it. often it turns out a scene can start very close to the best bit.

but it can get to the point of being quite annoying to have so many different unfinished parts, so eventually i start going through chronologically and finishing things. i'll move the finished stuff to a separate gdoc to share with a friend. in addition to everything else amazing about having someone willing to look at your WIP, i really really like being incentivized to finish entire sections. like, boom, first chapter done and gone. i'm pretty good at holding a lot of stuff in my head, but eventually the mental load gets to me a bit. also i use white space to represent how much text there should ultimately be between different scene fragments and at a certain point it's just irritating to have to scroll so much.

as i'm writing, i spend a lot of time moving scenes around and changing the order of information delivery, which i guess is called figuring out pacing and crafting the narrative arc. perhaps because i don't write chronologically, scenes feel very movable to me, and i think i see it visually in my head more like a film editor. i know it seems like A would have to follow B would have to follow C, and sometimes that's true, but often it's like: you can have A first OR you can have B first, but if A is first it's going to hit this way or vice versa, and either can work but you have to approach some details differently. i think a lot about how it maps out on the -- I'll use "intimacy" as the catch-all word, but it can be a lot of different things -- how it maps out on the intimacy graph, where two characters are getting close and then repelling apart before coming closer yet. should events happen when people are feeling good towards each other, or bad? so sometimes "writing" is just rearranging scene fragments.

I don't do it all the time, but for a decent number of scenes i'll write them out in my head first. and by that I don't mean imagine it, though i also do that: i'll actually "write" by thinking the literal words. and then i'll see where that gets to, and often it goes too far this way, so then i can rewind and branch it somewhere different instead. things happen different in words as opposed to imagination. in imagination you can gloss over the points of friction. in writing, a character can't ask for it, he has to say the literal words. writing it in my head makes it easier to then sit down and actually type it on the keyboard, and often i've been able to work through issues already.

by the last 10-15% of the story, all that should be left to write is the most unhinged porn scene, because i save the best of last, and probably the bulk of the final scenes. it's important to me to know the ending -- in broad strokes -- pretty much as soon as i start writing, but i save physically writing it until the end to make sure it'll feel tonally correct.

i consider everything i just described to be writing, but there are some parts of that which could be considered editing. i do some amount of word level/line edits in the wip doc, but more passes over in the gdoc annotated by the kind friend. sometimes it's quite torturous to read over your own writing and when i'm actively editing… oh girl she's a critical brain. she's mean. you don't want her sitting beside you on the bus. she's going to have you crying before you're even pulled off your street. but in the nice gdoc there are other people's words, literally, and it pulls me back into remembering it's possible to like the story. and ideally i do! and i have some moments or maybe there are even some scenes that consistently manage to make me feel good spending time in the story. because i'm writing what i want to read. like i always INTEND on having fun with it.

i edit for typos (i make a lot), grammar, clarity, repetition in any form - so using the same word, action, sentence structure (i love intentional repetition of parallel sentences but i do it too much in my early drafts and have to weed out the weaklings). redundancy or over explanation. too much itemized description of physical actions. ing verbs. useless words ("almost"). sentence and paragraph length. voice in dialogue, word choices, rhythm. continuity and correctness. sometimes i've missed bits between two scene fragments, which needs to be filled in. i'll delete whole sentences and maybe a paragraph, but not likely a larger chunk than that. i delete a lot, but usually end up with a net increase to the word count because i'm more likely to have gone too sparse. i add prose around dialogue, space between action, additional layers of description, sometimes physicality.

but then the final final edit is probably going to be deleting yet again, and, now, the story is done!

we did it, guys, we got all the way to the end (of this epic post and of the hypothetical story haha). ily and you're a hero if you're actually reading these words.

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Heya Misfits! I've decided to write a quickie for ya. It just clicked in my mind, and I'm recovering from a cold, so what better way to get my creative juices flowing than with some fluffy cuteness.

Body Swap, Chaggie Style:

Charlie and Vaggie have a massive fight, Lucifer wanted the girls to stop fighting, so he shoots them with magic like a kid yelling at his friends and yelling, "Stop fighting!"

It was the start of a sad morning. A huge fight between Charlie and Vaggie caused the two to sleep in different rooms, making the others worried. Lucifer, being the sweet dad he is, decided to do some magic to ‘help’ the girls make up.

“Hmm?” Charlie awoke feeling heavier than normal. She dragged her figure out of bed only to go face first into the carpet. “Ow!” She groaned, rubbing her nose, but blinked, feeling a more angular nose than her usual black button nose. The princess started to panic and went to the bathroom mirror. “WHAT IN SATAN?!”

On the other end, Vaggie grumbled, sitting up rubbing her eyes, but when she opened them, she blinked. “What?” She could see out of both. However, that wasn't the only thing. She felt heat surging through her body, plus she felt something weird with her feet. “Aye meirda?!” She gasped once she moved the covers and saw red hooves.

Both girls stared at the mirrors, each seeing the other, Charlie saw Vaggie looking tired, as she saw the dark circles under her girl's lone eye. While Vaggie saw those beautiful ruby eyes puffy and swollen with the latter not bothering with switching to her red pajamas.

The fight played on in their minds, Vaggie had spiraled again with her self worth issues as yesterday had been particularly bad, and Charlie was too busy planning for the new hotel to recognize her girlfriend needed her.

Charlie felt the phantom pains act up and blinked wincing. “Fuck…” Her body trembled. “Oh Vaggie, why did I ignore you when you were in this much pain? Then again you always did know how to hide it..” She sighed lightly stroking the old scarring where Vaggie's eye used to be.

Vaggie in Charlie's body felt the stress and massive flux of emotions the princess had to deal with, plus the ever present demonic form that ached to come out, which red horns and a tail did peek through. “Charlie..” Vaggie sighed though blinked seeing the massive scribble pile on Charlie's desk. Carefully as to not burn any she peered over and stared. Surely enough it was so many apology notes with tear stains, drawn in many colors. Vaggie smiled a little, however her eyes widened seeing something under the notes, a small box labeled ‘For Vaggie, with love Charlie.’

“Better not, I can't seem to control what I set on fire..” Vaggie sighed with another fire coming onto the couch this time. “Shit!”

However when she was extinguishing said fire, she saw her own body come into view. “Oh uh hi..” Vaggie blinked, looking a little messy.

What happened next was Charlie tackling Vaggie and hugging her tight, and sure enough she looked like a cute crying mess. “I'm so sorry!” It was weird hearing her own voice as Vaggie blinked realizing how small she must look to Charlie.

It felt weird, yet Vaggie couldn't stop a demonic purr from escaping. “I'm sorry too hon..” She had to bend down to hold Charlie close.

The two stayed close to one another until another fire occurred on the carpet which made Charlie giggle. “Can't handle my pyrokinesis yet huh?” She asked as Vaggie grumbled. “Deep breaths, like this.” She smiled, showing Vaggie how to control the magic and the demon.

After a couple of deep breaths, Vaggie managed to stop setting things on fire for now. “And uh, how do you put these away?” She asked, pointing to the horns and tail.

“Hmm?” Charlie blinked though her wings popped out seeing the form. “Huh?!”

This got a flustered groan from Vaggie as she hid her face. Though this made Charlie give a devilish smirk. “Before you say anything babe, yes I do think your demon form is hot okay?”

“It is weird to see myself like this, but I will say, I do look pretty hot.” Charlie giggled again. “But since you're in my body Vaggie, can you see how I view you?” She asked though she struggled to fold in the wings.

Vaggie blinked but smiled softly. “I do hermosa..” She replied feeling the rampant emotions grow calmer. Though her expression grew sad, she was about to speak when Charlie placed a finger on her lips.

“Don't be sorry ok? If anything, this little experience has helped me understand you a little more even though I thought I knew everything.” Charlie grinned despite the trembling.

Vaggie looked at her hand and flexed her fingers. “I see what you mean sweetie, but here let me help you with my wings.” She smiled moving behind Charlie who blinked curiously. “Give them a stretch. Like imagine another set of arms on your back.”

Charlie nodded and did so, she smiled, able to move them a bit better, though couldn't help but flap. “These feel so weird but also very strong..” She grinned, turning around and wrapping both her and Vaggie in a cute wing cocoon.

Vaggie felt that black tail with a red heart in the middle of its tip slink over and wrap around Charlie. “Shit, your tail has a mind of its own!”

“Sorry about that, it's just you're like my rock Vaggie, you keep me grounded when I often get swept up in my own little world..” Charlie admitted though smirked as she lightly traced the tail. “I can see why you do this, it's fun seeing me get flustered huh?” She added being cheeky.

Vaggie grumbled feeling the shiver and blush. “I'll admit yes it is, but hon you haven't told me what you see from my view.” She answered changing the subject.

“Oh right, sorry.” Charlie giggled but blew at the bangs in her face. Getting the ok, Charlie closed her eyes in deep thought, she saw the darker thoughts of the self-hate, the guilt, and the need to be useful to Charlie. It hurt seeing this but Charlie opened the lone eye and looked at Vaggie with a loving gaze.

“You ain't alone in the self hate Vaggie.” She took hold of those hands. “But you're more than what you were back then, what I see now love, is someone who gets giddy over new weapons, loves tacos, can bark orders like a sexy drill sergeant, and most of all, I see someone who cares deeply for me and for everyone in the hotel, a kind yet stern person. Seriously meeting you was the best thing that's happened in my life.” She grinned though blinked, feeling teary eyed again.

Vaggie just stared but couldn't help it and grabbed Charlie holding her close in a big hug, nuzzling deep into her neck. “Oh Charlie…” Her voice came out cracking as she just sniffled.

However magic surged as the two switched back, making both let go and blink. “Huh..”

However the girls giggled and cuddled again enjoying the new found appreciation for one another. Vaggie felt those loving hands gently massage her back when the wings were tucked back in. “Hey, I know you're strong, but whenever these flare up, please don't hide it from me..” Charlie spoke softly, her natural tone being music to Vaggie's ears.

“If that's the case, please don't try and do everything alone hon, I'm the hotel manager for a reason you know.” The smaller woman replied, moving back to look up at those ruby eyes. “I support you with everything you do, but I can't help you if I don't know what's going on babe.”

“I know. Also sorry about your nose, I uh fell onto the carpet..” Charlie gave a sheepish grin though left a gentle peck on said nose.

Vaggie smiled softly. “Well I'm sorry about setting fire to our room, and… Seeing that little box.” She replied as Charlie gasped. “No, I didn't look inside.” The angel added, making Charlie sigh in relief.

“Good cause, it is a surprise..”

“Well can I see it now?”

Charlie beamed and nodded, poofing the box into her hands. “I took up a little hobby kinda like dad did, but I'm not very good, so..” She rambled, blushing.

Vaggie blinked but opened the box. To her surprise, it was the cutest little dark grey leather pouch with wings carved into the flap. The stitches looked a little crude, but it added a handmade charm to it. “You made this..?” She looked surprised, holding it.

“Yeah… It started out as a way to keep my hands busy since I kept digging my nails into my palm..” Charlie started to ramble as she giggled. “Next thing I know, I was having fun and making things. To which my dad kept snatching up for himself because he's weird like that.”

Vaggie planted a soft kiss on those lips to show her appreciation. “It's beautiful, hon, thank you..” The kiss made Charlie flutter, and she gave a love struck gaze.

The princess smirked and started to spoil Vaggie some more as things started to lead to the two getting hot and heavy. The hotel was fine. Sure, they can get in a fun love making session, right? After all, make-up sex is the best part of making up with your lover. Plus, Charlie wanted nothing more than to get her hands on her gorgeous girlfriend, and Vaggie couldn't help but indulge her since she craved that loving touch.

Thus the day went by in the new hotel, love was in the air once more as downstairs, Lucifer looked quite pleased with himself even if the spell was kinda a spur of the moment to get the girls to stop fighting. Though in his room, when he went to his closet, all the cute little leather objects Charlie made had come piling out, burying his royal ass alongside his massive rubber duck collection.

[triptychgrip]

Viktor vs. the "fix-it" fic (new chapter)

We don't get to see the evidence of it, but I'd like to think that Viktor eventually feels very bad about his decision to prioritize his fancy clothing over catching Yuuri after the latter's Free Skate in episode 5. And, in my head, the figure skating fandom gives Viktor so much shit for it -- particularly Minami Kenjirou -- that Viktor, haunted by guilt, decides to "right his wrongs". Of course, he ends up taking the ever-dramatic Georgi's advice to write "fix-it" fanfiction for Yuuri about what he should have done in place of that blithe "oops, watch the nosebleed!" response.

But let's say Viktor -- 1 year post-canon -- reflects back on that day and starts to feel insecure, not just about the nosebleed debacle, but also regarding the several other things he did that betrayed his lack of coaching experience during that competition (cough cough...changing into his suit instead of sticking close to where Yuuri could see him so close to the warmup session). So maybe he goes a bit overboard when he writes that fix-it fic, taking many many artistic liberties with what went down that day.

Of course, he doesn't realize how upset this will make Yuuri, who has never demanded perfection of him, "Living Legend" or not.

This is the premise of my 10K WIP (that I just updated). As of now, the plan is for this very meta, hurt/comfort story to close out at 4 chapters.

On the surface, it may look like a lighthearted story -- especially because Viktor gets editing help on his fic from many of his and Yuuri's other friends (see the above bracketed parts in the summary) -- but I really wanted to delve into the topic of Viktor and insecurity. Particularly, with respect to the fact that he, understandably, really didn't know what he was doing when he and Yuuri made their debut at the season qualifier competition. This, of course, was compounded by the fact that some of the most important people in his life, like Yakov, were outright dismissive of his decision to be a coach in the first place.

If this sounds interesting, I hope you'll take a second to check out the excerpt below, from the newest chapter (Chapter 2). In it, a certain email mishap gives Yuuri the mistaken impression that Yuuko (one of the people Viktor turns to for editing help), not Viktor, is the one who's been writing RPF (real person fanfiction).

Excerpt (from Chapter 2):

When Yuuri switched back to actually read what had been written next to the fandom and relationship headings, he flushed violently.

Yuuko had written RPF fanfiction starring him and Viktor!!! 

To Yuuri’s immense relief, the draft in question was rated ‘teen’, which enabled his buzzing brain to quiet somewhat; he likely would have died of mortification at the thought of his literal oldest friend conjuring up smutty fantasies starring him and his fiance.

He could vaguely remember Yuuko mentioning wanting to do some creative writing over the summer, but he’d assumed that it would be something in the sci-fi realm, which was her preferred reading genre. And yet according to some of the tags – which made him giggle, in spite of his confusion – this draft was a “fix-it” fic, taking place at the Chu-Shikoku-Kyushu Regional Championships just over a year ago. Kenjirou’s teasing from last month came to mind, and Yuuri began to suspect that this must be Yuuko’s way of joining in on the “Viktor gang-up”. 

Additional Tags: 

Fix-it fic, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Fluff, Anxious Katsuki Yuuri, Supportive Viktor Nikiforov, this is what should have happened at the Chugoku-Shikoku-Kyushu Regionals last year, fuck your designer suit Viktor, let’s not pretend he doesn’t own a thousand of them, Smitten Viktor Nikiforov, Grand Prix series qualifying competition, 2016-2017 skating season, Everybody Loves Katsuki Yuuri, BAMF Katsuki Yuuri, no noses were harmed in the making of this fic, and no chapstick for that matter either

Summary:

“You caught me!” Yuuri exclaimed, flushed from exertion, and looking so incredibly gorgeous.

Viktor’s heart tripped with affection at that beaming smile, and he planted his feet before reaching up to wipe, gently, at his student’s bloody nose.

“Of course I caught you,” he scoffed, though he made sure to allow his tone to slide into joking territory. “What kind of coach would I be if I hadn’t?”

Though he had a somewhat hazy look in his eyes (he had smacked into the rink barrier pretty hard, after all), Yuuri seemed perfectly content to carry on their conversation while nestled within his arms.

“Well, I’m all bloody,” he replied, looking a bit sheepish. “Plus your suit is so nice…it’d be a shame if it got stained.”

Viktor tightened his hold, hoping he’d be able to remember this euphoric moment in such vivid detail weeks, months, and a year from now. Yuuri had just debuted the program they’d choreographed together, the one they’d poured their hearts into!

Who cared about a little blood? 

—

Instead of prioritizing his obscenely expensive designer suit, Viktor Nikiforov catches his student after Yuuri debuts “Yuuri on Ice” at the Chu-Shikoku-Kyushu Regionals. 

(A 1-year “post mortem”/fix-it fic, in which poor Yuuri never ends up getting a migraine after his skate, because his doofus of a coach actually catches him)

Definitely intriguing.

Yuuri examined the page count and snuck a glance at the clock on the wall. This draft was rather long but it would only take ten minutes to pop over to Lilia’s adjoining studio, and besides, he was in desperate need of a distraction from what had come up in therapy. 

You can read more here!