#111 replies... LOL

[viewerspookyhappenings]

okay buckle up chuckle fucks here is everything i remember from tonight (absolutely missing some stuff)

- before dan comes on he introduces himself over the speaker stating that he asked phil to do it and phil said no because he didn’t want to be sat behind a curtain for an hour

- dan comes on stage and stands in the big church plinth thing (iconic)

- he tells a story about how he went to a&e the day before yesterday because he had sore eyes. says phil was trying to get him to put eye drops in but he was being very dramatic so whilst on the phone to 111 phil knelt over him lying on the bathroom floor holding his eyes open to put drops in. dan then went to hospital to check it and everything’s fine (lol) he just needed some special eyedrops. phil did not accompany him and dan had to cross a dual carriageway on his own whilst not being able to see well (i doubt he will ever let it go)

- here is a diagram i drew on the way home to depict said event

- it is also giving this

- spoke about the butt chair. union chapel said they did not have any furniture for him to borrow so he had to bring his own - he bought the butt chair from his bedroom and a lil plant to decorate. said phil carried the plant to the car but made dan get the chair in the uber and then said “okay have fun at work sweetie” (this was said jokey but we died nonetheless)

- he then talks about pissyourselffordan trending and how he had to explain to harper collins what the actual fuck was happening on stan twt. apparently they were glad the fans were supportive and he has an engaged audience but they were not going to use the hashtag in the promo. called the whole scenario pissgate and the crowd chanted piss at him

- he was told there was wine and advertised wine before realising alcohol was not allowed in the church. he then got given a sprite and everyone screamed that it was piss

- talked about the book and the previous release, how weird covid was, talked about the photoshoot for the book cover and the graphic design. said he didn’t love the pics because they were super dramatic. someone shouted “it’s cunty” he replies: “oh it’s cunty is it?” then realises he said cunty in a church which was a big lol

- he then read the new chapters, several mentions of phil not being supportive and abandoning him at the hospital (he talked about phil a lot it was very sweet)

- then brought out dan’s slit (box used to put questions in before the show)

- the questions i can remember include but are not limited to:

- what was the weirdest position you wrote the book in: “cheeks out in an armchair curled up over my laptop, you might think your scrolling posture is okay now but when you hit thirty you will all be broken”

- fave comfort show: “the office - is the office a bit millennial? it isn’t as millennial as friends. ross being offended by a manny? that’s where my internalised homophobia is from”

- how has the gaming channel affected your mental health? A: he is finding it a lot more sustainable than before because of help with editing, but will see where it goes

- will he ever judge drag race: he didn’t want to when he was asked because he didn’t want to be exposed to more speculation about his sexuality at the time, same with strictly come dancing

- how do you cope with feeling lonely whilst surrounded by people: talked about how online friends are truly real friends and distance doesn’t have to determine friendship levels. says it is important to notice the friendships even that aren’t close

- i can’t remember the question but he said that phil has to remind him of some of the stuff that is in ywgttn when he struggles “i literally learnt the word catastrophising from your book dan come on”

- another tour? “do you guys want that” *screaming* “what would it be?” *dan and phil games screams* “well 👀👀”

- are we going to get more sister daniel: *everyone loses their minds* “maybe i should have done it for the church but it is far too exposing under the spotlight”

- did you work in the asda in Lower Earley: “what in the baby reindeer? yes i did”

- then went to the insta questions that were too inappropriate for the audiobook including

- piss

- will you wear wigs

- when will you wear wigs

- how long is your big toe “six centimetres - i don’t have a big toe im just a long person”

- pee pee poo poo time

- what were the other names for the book: “you will get through this was a bit cliche, you will get through this night? she is sexy and mysterious. at first we wanted to call it “you are messed up read this to fix your issues” but then realised the book was more serious in tone after it was finished so went with ywgttn instead”

- i genuinely can’t remember most of these i think i dissociated a lil at this point if anyone remembers please add

- then read the author’s note at the end of the paper back, talking about how lockdown impacted him and was a big scary thing and also how incredible it is to see people recommend it, find it useful, have therapists recommend it etc. “it is an honour to have created this”

- took a selfie with everyone

- someone gave him a bouquet of flowers and he said “aww you guys are so gay”

- then said “if you enjoyed seeing me in person… i’ll see you again very soon”

this is everything i remember off the top of my head so people please feel free to add what i have forgotten!!

and here are all the pics i got!!

[brainmaggotzzzz]

☆Little AK47☆ Hwang Inho x reader

part 11

masterlist:

cw: death trauma, trauma bonding, violence, grief

Your ankles and wrists are bound to a plush leather chair. Your vision is hazy, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. A dull ache pulses at the back of your head, and as your senses sharpen, you take in the bandages wrapped around your knuckles-one even pressing against your forehead. The pain is manageable, but the restraints are not. You pull at them instinctively, but the leather straps don't budge. Every movement sends fresh jolts of pain through your body, a cruel reminder that you're still alive.

Alive. But why?

Not only alive, but patched up, sitting in an almost luxurious chair-too comfortable for a prisoner, too unsettling for a guest.

Your attention snaps toward the door. A Triangle Guard stands there, motionless, watching over you like a sentinel. Disgust twists your expression as you glare at him.

"Why am I here?! Let me go!" you shout, your voice hoarse but filled with fury.

"Unfortunately, that's not possible," he responds, his tone flat, almost bored. He doesn't even bother to meet your eyes.

You twist in the chair again, ignoring the searing pain and the unyielding straps. Your mind screams at you to break free, to do something, but the restraints hold firm.

Then, the door swings open.

A shadow moves inside-a figure dressed head to toe in black. Recognition is instant. The same man you shot. How long ago had that been? Hours? Days? The sight of him standing there, very much alive, sends a violent surge of rage through your veins.

"You're dismissed," he says, his voice cold and authoritative. With a simple wave of his gloved hand, the Triangle Guard obeys, stepping out without hesitation.

The moment the door shuts, you snap.

Hatred, disgust, grief, anger-all of it floods your system at once, and you thrash wildly against the chair. The pain doesn't matter. The exhaustion doesn't matter. All that matters is getting your hands on him.

"I'll kill you with my bare hands! Fuck!" you scream, writhing and pulling so violently that the entire chair tips backward.

The fall is sudden. Air rushes past your ears before you hit the ground with a thud, pain flaring from the back of your skull. You gasp sharply, disoriented for a moment.

And then-

"Are you comfortable?"

His distorted voice is emotionless, unreadable. He circles behind you, grips the chair, and effortlessly pushes it back upright. His touch is careful, almost mocking.

You grit your teeth, refusing to respond. Pride won't let you. Instead, you let out a low groan as another wave of pain settles into your head.

"Why are you alive?" you whisper, your voice raw, your eyes fixed on the ground. "I shot you. You should've bled out."

"Your aim needs practice," he replies, deadpan.

Your fists clench against the bandages. Your mind races-Jungbae. Gihun. Daeho. What happened to them? Were they executed? Had they suffered the same fate as Youngil?

A pit forms in your stomach. The silence is unbearable.

"Are they alive?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. His lack of response is deafening.

"Please," your breath hitches, desperation creeping into your tone. "Please tell me they're okay. I'll do anything. Just... just spare them."

"Anything, 111?" His voice doesn't change. It's blank, mechanical, and it makes your skin crawl. "That's a lot to live up to."

You don't care. If it meant keeping them alive, you'd do whatever it took.

"Your closest allies... Player 388, Player 456, and Player 390," he muses. "Let's say, for each of them, we take one limb off of you. What do you think?"

Your body goes rigid. Hatred burns through you, red-hot and all-consuming.

"You sick, sick fuck," you spit. "You enjoy this, don't you?"

He doesn't answer.

"Would I be provided a wheelchair?"

For the first time, something shifts in his posture-something small, almost imperceptible. He had expected curses, screams, defiance. Not this.

Then, without warning, his gloved hand makes contact with your cheek.

The touch isn't a slap-it's deliberate. Slow. His fingers slide along your jawline, his thumb grazing your skin with a gentleness that feels almost... tender.

Disgust coils in your stomach. You turn your head away, but he grips your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his masked gaze. The touch-this mockery of something intimate-makes your blood boil. This wasn't Youngil. This was taunting.

"You're full of surprises," he murmurs. "Do you really think any of your so-called teammates would take that offer? Or would they leave you to die?"

His thumb never stops moving, tracing your skin as if savoring the moment.

"Do you think they cared about you beyond your willingness to risk your life for 456's ideals?"

Your jaw tightens, your glare hardening.

"You're a vile, disgusting person," you hiss. "You probably don't even see people as human-just pawns to move around however you see fit."

He doesn't react. Not to the insult, not to the hatred dripping from your words.

"You lost someone precious here."

The way he says it-so calm, so certain-makes your stomach lurch.

Was he talking about Youngil? Or your brother?

"That's exactly why I will kill you," you vow, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotion inside you.

At this, he finally moves.

He squats down, methodically unfastening the restraints around your wrists and ankles. The sudden freedom stuns you for a moment-you barely have time to react before he reaches into his robe and pulls out a pistol.

Your muscles tense. This was it. He was going to put a bullet in your skull.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he places the weapon in your bandaged hands. Gently.

"Shoot me," he says, his voice eerily calm.

Your breath catches. You hesitate for only a second before you raise the gun, pointing it at his chest.

"This isn't the best spot," he says, guiding the barrel higher-right over his heart.

Your index finger hovers over the trigger.

Why can't you do it?

You've killed before. Countless guards, countless nameless bodies. So why is this different? He's the mastermind. The one responsible for all of it. The deaths. The suffering. The one who tore your brother from you. The one who... who took Youngil.

"Player 111-"

"Shut up!" you snap, your voice shaking with fury. "I'll do it, just shut up!"

For the first time, he falls silent.

But the moment lingers too long.

"You want answers first, don't you?" His voice is taunting now, edged with something unreadable. "If you kill me now, you won't have them, will you?"

"Clever girl."

"Take the fucking mask off," you command through gritted teeth, your voice raw with fury and desperation.

His gloved hand slowly rises, fingers hovering over the lock at the back of his head. He hesitates.

"Are you sure, Player 111?" His voice-distorted, robotic-sends a chill down your spine. "And what if you see something you wish wasn't true?"

"I don't care! Just take it off now!" you yell, your grip tightening around the gun. You swing it slightly, emphasizing your demand.

A beat of silence.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he unfastens the lock. The eerie black mask, cold and geometrical, falls to the ground with a soft clatter.

You suck in a sharp breath.

Time slows.

Your gaze travels upward, dread pooling in your stomach, your heartbeat hammering against your ribs.

And then-

Your eyes meet his.

A choked sob escapes your throat, dry and strangled. Your entire body locks up, unable to process the face before you. The man who held you on sleepless nights, who listened to your past with quiet understanding, who stole your first kiss-who, maybe, even stole your heart.

Youngil.

It was all a lie.

The realization crushes you. It slams into your chest like a physical blow, stealing the air from your lungs. Your vision blurs with tears as betrayal twists like a knife in your gut. You stagger closer, your breaths ragged and uneven, hyperventilating.

You thought he was dead. You were going to avenge him. But is this any better?

The man standing before you isn't the Youngil you knew. No. That man is gone.

This is someone else-someone who orchestrates slaughter. Someone you swore to kill with your bare hands.

Tears streak your face as a broken sob wracks through you.

"Youngil," you whisper, voice drenched in grief. It's not a name of relief, not a name of reunion-it's mourning. Because the Youngil you started to fall for is dead. This is a stranger wearing his face.

"I trusted you."

The words barely make it past your lips before your body moves on instinct. You strike his chest with your forearms-not to hurt, not to fight, just to make him feel it. Each hit is weak, trembling, more a manifestation of your agony than an actual attack.

"I trusted you," you repeat, your voice breaking over the syllables, each word laced with raw betrayal. You hit him again. And again. Desperate. Pleading. Not for mercy, not for answers-just for something real.

He doesn't stop you.

He doesn't move.

He just stands there. Silent. Seemingly unshaken.

His refusal to react makes it worse.

"Say something," you beg, your voice cracking under the weight of everything you've lost. "Apologize. Defend yourself. Prove me wrong. Shoot me-prove a fucking point-anything!"

Your legs finally give out. A sob rips from your throat as your body threatens to collapse under its own grief.

Before you hit the ground, his hand moves-firm and steady.

A large, gloved palm presses against your hip, catching you before you can fall. Holding you upright when all you want is to sink into the abyss.

"Y/N-" As he was about to say something, you simply faint, your already strained body gave out. He lifts you up into his arms as if you weight nothing, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

◇

You wake up in a luxurious room, bathed in black and gold. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and freshly polished wood. You're lying on a massive bed, the sheets soft and unfamiliar against your skin. A fresh set of clothes rests neatly on the bedside table.

A low groan escapes your lips as you shift, your fingers instinctively reaching up to scratch at the bandages wrapped around your aching head.

"You should rest, Y/N."

The voice is calm, familiar.

Your eyes snap to the chair across from the bed-where he sits.

Youngil.

He watches you with an unreadable expression, his posture relaxed yet attentive.

"How could you do that to me?" you whisper, your voice weak, strained from exhaustion and heartbreak.

He doesn't flinch. There's no regret in his face, only something softer-something almost tender.

"You've been through a lot, Y/N."

He stands, moving toward you with slow, deliberate steps. The mattress dips as he settles onto the edge of the bed. Then, without hesitation, his hand reaches for you, his fingers threading gently through your hair.

You should pull away.

You want to pull away.

But you don't.

Despite everything-despite the atrocities he's committed, despite the blood on his hands-you find yourself leaning into his touch.

Maybe it's because you're trauma-bonded to him.

Maybe it's because he's not just your captor but also, in some twisted way, your savior.

The one who held you after your brother died.

The one who made you feel seen.

The one you can't bring yourself to hate, no matter how much you want to.

You clutch at the fabric of his robe, your hands trembling as the weight of it all crashes down on you.

"How could you," you sob, your voice breaking as you press your forehead against his chest.

He says nothing, but his hand moves-slow and steady-rubbing soothing circles over your worn-out jumpsuit.

"Was any of it real?" you choke out, tightening your grip on him. "Any of your words? Or was it all just part of the game?"

His breath is steady, his voice as calm as ever.

"If it was all a lie, you wouldn't be here with me now."

"Then why?" you demand, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Fresh tears streak down your face. "Then why am I here? Why?"

His fingers brush against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His expression doesn't waver.

"You have a certain allure to you," he murmurs. "This innocence... tainted with just the right amount of corruption. A unique way of seeing the world. You've been shaped by hardship, by loss, yet you still have warmth-an overlooked kindness, something worth protecting."

His words make your heart clench. You want to believe him.

"And after your brother's death," he continues, "I realized how similar we are."

Your brows furrow, disbelief flickering across your face.

"Similar?" you echo, your voice laced with something between shock and disgust. "You think we are similar?!"

His gaze doesn't falter.

"Yes," he says simply. "Grief drives people to great lengths, don't you think?"

You stiffen.

"You killed, Y/N. You tore through guards on your way here. You pulled the trigger over and over again, cutting down anyone who stood in your way. You were willing to end lives to uphold your ideals." He leans in slightly, voice dropping to something almost... affectionate. "And so was I."

Your stomach churns.

"That's different and you know it!" you argue, your voice cracking into a whine.

"Is it though?" he muses, tilting his head. "At the end of the day, you still decided who lived and who died. Perhaps you believed you were making a contribution to society, but so did I. We are two sides of the same coin, can't you see that?"

His hand cups your jaw, his thumb ghosting over your skin, his tone dropping into something both chilling and fond.

"My little AK-47." the stupid nickname made you stiffen.

"I didn't even use a AK-47, it was a different weapon"

"And your wife?" you ask, your voice quieter now, hesitant. A part of you-a selfish, shameful part-hopes she never existed. Hopes she was just another fabrication in this mess, so you don't have to feel guilty for being tangled up in this with him.

Youngil pauses. His dark eyes flicker with something unreadable, the silence stretching between you like a blade waiting to drop.

"She died. A few years ago," he finally says. "For the same reasons I told you before." His voice remains eerily steady, but there's a weight behind his words, pressing into you. "The first time I joined these games as a player, it was to raise money for her treatment. But it was too late."

Your breath catches.

The anger in your chest tightens, twists-because even if you hate him for everything he's done, you understand that pain. The kind that rips something vital out of you, leaving you hollow, desperate enough to do anything to fill the void.

You don't speak. You don't argue.

You just cling to him, letting the silent tears slip down your face as his arms wrap around you. His fingers trace slow, deliberate circles over your back, soothing, grounding. You listen to his heartbeat-steady, unshaken, unlike your own.

"Youngil," you murmur, his name slipping from your lips like a plea.

He exhales, his grip on you tightening slightly. Then-

"Inho," he corrects.

You stiffen slightly at the unfamiliar name.

"W-what do you mean?"

"My real name," he states. "Hwang Inho."

The name doesn't feel like his.

Youngil is the man who held you when the nightmares came. The one who whispered quiet reassurances in the dead of night, who pressed his forehead against yours and told you that you weren't alone. The man who made you feel seen.

And yet, even knowing the truth, you can't bring yourself to pull away. Not now.

Because at this moment, with his arms around you, Inho fades into the background, and all you can focus on is the warmth of Youngil. The man who led you through the darkness.

"Just rest," he murmurs. "Even for a minute. I'm right here."

The words make something inside you ache. You should push him away, spit in his face, tell him that you'd rather bleed out on this bed than accept comfort from him.

But you don't.

Because right now, you just need to breathe.

Then-his next words make every muscle in your body lock up.

"How did I become knocked out after I shot you?" You ask confused.

"A guard had hit your head with the back of his gun, but no permanent damage is done, it was just a measure of safety" He spoke and you hummed, it did make sense.

"I settled all of your debts," he says softly. "And your mother's hospital bill. You don't have to worry about a thing now."

Your head snaps up.

The warmth vanishes, replaced by something hot and volatile.

"You expect me to thank you?" you spit, sitting up with a glare. "You think money is what's on my mind right now?! You insensi-"

Clash.

His lips crash into yours, cutting you off mid-sentence.

The kiss is urgent, desperate-his gloved hand tangling in the nape of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. Your eyes fly open in shock, your pulse pounding in your ears. Every nerve in your body screams at you to push him away.

But you don't.

Instead, you pull back, breathless, your gaze locking onto his-wild, bewildered, burning with conflicting emotions.

Anger.

Desire.

Hate.

And the infuriating, undeniable need for more.

Before you can stop yourself, you move.

You straddle him in one swift motion, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of him. His breath hitches. And then-slap.

Your palm collides with his cheek, sharp and stinging. His head barely tilts from the impact, but his grip on you tightens.

And then, before he can recover-before you can think twice-your lips crash onto his.

The kiss is hungry, feverish, fueled by rage and something far more dangerous. His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you press harder, biting his lower lip, savoring the growl it pulls from his throat.

Between kisses, you mutter against his lips, voice dripping with venom and longing:

"I fucking hate you."

His fingers dig into your hips, his breath hot against your skin.

"Good, at least you feel something." he murmurs darkly, before pulling you in for more.

☆

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[corneliaavenue-ao3]

End Game: I wanna be your first string

A continuation of end game. This is stan tumblr's pov of Ginny's World Cup Semifinal match.

if you somehow got tagged in this, i am so sorry it was an accident

@quidditch-world-cup-updates posted

The first semi-final match will start in just under an hour with England taking on Bulgaria!

@ginwiz posted

i'm nervous, anyone else nervous?

@ginginweas replied: nervous? why would we be nervous? (i've vomited three times today)

@queezy-4-weasley replied: bulgaria's chasers still suck, so i have some hope

@bitch-witchh posted

fuck bulgaria and fuck viktor krum!

@quid-bitch reblogged @bitch-witchh

I'm trying!

@bitch-witchh reblogged @quid-bitch

don't make me bring out the spray bottle cat meme

@queezy-4-weasley posted

Krum will likely get the snitch over Shah, but Bulgaria's chasers still suck

@ginwiz reblogged @queezy-4-weasly

Shah could catch the snitch!

@ginginweas reblogged @ginwiz

yeah and I could win an order of merlin

@hinny-luv-4-eva posted

Harry just finished the Frey Family case yesterday, so he should be able to make it to the game!

@harpies-hore reblogged @hinny-luv-4-eva

how do you know that?

@hinny-luv-4-eva reblogged @harpies-hore

I listen to the auror scanner

@im-a-keeper posted

I am very excited to see England's chasers: Weasley, Alton, and Killick play against Bulgaria's beaters: Higgs and Ross. A fast, electric offense vs a brutal, widespread defense.

@quidditch-world-cup-updates posted

The England World team has entered the arena. They play Bulgaria in Round 2 of the World Cup.

@queezy-4-weasley posted

AND THERE SHE IS!

@ginginweas posted

GINNY WEASLEY!! THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE!!!!

@ginwiz posted

THERE IS MY MVP!!!

@quid-bitch posted

do you think Ginny Weasley, Richard Alton, and Ophelia Killick need a fourth?

@bitch-witchh reblogged @quid-bitch

there aren't 4 chasers

@quid-bitch reblogged @bitch-witchh

I wasn't talking about quidditch

@harpies-hore reblogged @quid-bitch

@queezy-4-weasley posted

i've been watching Higgs and Ross, and unfortunately they are on their A game today. I hope Gin, Oph, and Rick can handle them

@puddlemore-111 reblogged @queezy-4-weasley

weirdo, calling them Gin, Oph, and Rick like you actually know them

@queezy-4-weasley reblogged @puddlemore-111

how have i not blocked you yet?

@ginwiz answered

probably not yet since we haven't seen him, but he is going to be there

@ginwiz answered

95% of my blog is Ginny, and the moment i talk about her boyfriend (someone who has been heavily involved in Ginny's life since she was 11), I get this stupid ask. Go take your hate somewhere else.

@quidditch-world-cup-updates posted

Bulgaria World Cup team, lead by team captain, Viktor Krum, has entered the arena.

@ginginweas posted

NOT THE CAMERA PANNING FROM KRUM FLYING IN TO RON BOOING HIM!! THE LORE!!

@queezy-4-weasley reblogged @ginginweas

wait, whats the lore

@ginginweas reblogged @queezy-4-weasley

krum took hermione to the yule ball back during the triwizard tournament was happening. obviously there is no bad blood, but it's just funny to see him boo his fiance's ex

@quid-bitch posted

poor ron, only member of the golden trio to not have been with an international quidditch star

@bitch-witchh reblogged @quid-bitch

that's what he gets for being a Chudley Cannons fan

@drarry-is-real posted

lol so ron is there but harry isn't, even tho @hinny-luv-4-eva knows that he is free. wonder where he is then

@hinny-luv-4-eva reblogged @drarry-is-real

well we know he is not hanging out with a death eater rn

@gin-will-win posted

GUESS WHERE I AM!

@ginginweas replied: NO WAY

@ginwiz replied: OH SHIT HAVE SO MUCH FUN!

@queezy-4-weasley replied: STOP I AM SO JEALOUS

@im-a-keeper posted

looks like the ref team will be the same team from the france game

#hahaha oh fuck

@harpieshore reblogged @im-a-keeper

@gin-will-win posted

HARRY IS HERE!! THEY JUST SHOWED HIM TAKING HIS SEAT NEXT TO RON

@hinny-luv-4-eva posted

HARRY IS THERE!!!

@hinny-luv-4-eva posted

get fucked @drarry-is-real

@bitch-witchh posted

okay but why was he late?

@harpies-hore reblogged @bitch-witchh

what if i told you he was in England's locker room

@bitch-witchh reblogged @harpies-hore

@quidditch-world-cup-updates posted

The semi-final match between England and Bulgaria has officially started with the release of the quaffle!

@gin-will-win posted

they are so fast in person wtf

@queezy-4-weasley posted

that bludger that nearly hit killick came out of NO WHERE

@bitch-witchh posted

merlins beard. why did no one tell me bulgaria was actually good now?

@ginginweas posted

did... the bulgaria chasers actually just score?

@ginginweas reblogged @ginginweas

did... the bulgaria chasers actually just score again?

@harpies-hore posted

@ginginweas posted

ENGLAND!!!! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!!!

@ginwiz posted

you all need to have more faith in ginny lol

@gin-will-win posted

SHE SCORED!

@ginginweas reblogged @gin-will-win

i don't like that you know what is going to happen 5 seconds before i do

@ginginweas reblogged @ginginweas

but omg yay!! she scored!!

@im-a-keeper posted

England only down 10-20 right now is somehow a miracle

@bitch-witchh posted

THANK FUCK!! POINTS!

@gin-will-win posted

I have such a good view of Harry and he is such a nervous fan, omg. he is basically clinging onto the railing

@hinny-luv-4-eva reblogged @gin-will-win

stop, he is so sweet

@drarry-is-real reblogged @hinny-luv-4-eva

do you even like quidditch?

@hinny-luv-4-eva reblogged @drarry-is-real

do you even have morals?

@queezy-4-weasley posted

FUCK DID KRUM ALREADY SPOT THE SNITCH

@ginwiz reblogged @queezy-4-weasley

i think he is feinting

@im-a-keeper posted

Shah should start looking for the snitch himself instead of trailing Krum

@ginginweas posted

killick scored!! assist by ginny!

@harpies-hore posted

@quid-bitch posted

omg they got their shit together

@queezy-4-weasley posted

STEAL FROM GINNY!

@queezy-4-weasley posted

POINTS FOR GINNY!

@ginginweas posted

THEY SHOWED RON AND HARRY CHUGGING THEIR BUTTERBEERS IN CELEBRATION!!

@ginwiz reblogged @ginginweas

Hermione looked so disappointed in them, im crying

@quid-bitch posted

what if i said ron is the hottest weasley

@harpies-hore reblogged @quid-bitch

shut up

@quid-bitch reblogged @harpies-hore

they crucified jesus for being right

@harpies-hore reblogged @quid-bitch

who the fuck is jesus?

@bitch-witchh posted

LOL the bulgaria chaser dropped the quaffle again

@queezy-4-weasley reblogged @bitch-witchh

that's the bulgaria team i remember

@im-a-keeper posted

Alton just scored with an assist from Weasley! All England chasers have now scored! 50-20 in favor for England!

@queezy-4-weasley posted

Bulgaria's beaters are fucking aggressive

@bitch-witchh posted

OH FUCK

@ginginweas posted

GINNY

@ginwiz posted

FUCK FUCK FUCK! GINNY!!!

@Im-a-keeper posted

that was a NASTY hit by Ross. It looks like Ginny was hit in the face and knocked from her broom.

@ginginweas posted

that hit was terrifying

@harpies-hore posted

Oh shit! is she okay?

@gin-will-win posted

guys, there is so much blood

@ginwiz reblogged @gin-will-win

fuck, i hope she is okay

@gin-will-win reblogged @ginwiz

Richard caught her, and she is moving fine. I think it looks worse than it was.

@ginginweas posted

They showed Harry, and he looks so upset.

@bitch-witchh reblogged @ginginweas

Ross better hire some bodyguards because Auror Potter looks like he is planning his murder right now.

@queezy-4-weasley posted

Harry's heart dropped out of his ass watching that. (my heart did too)

@hinny-luv-4-eva posted

Harry looks like he wants to jump down to Ginny to comfort her right now :(

@puddlemore-111 reblogged @hinny-luv-4-eva

if a player getting hit by a bludger makes her whiny boyfriend act like this, she should just quit and stay in the kitchen

@drarry-is-real reblogged @hinny-luv-4-eva

harry is faking sadness right now, he would much rather be with his boyfriend than be at this stupid quidditch game

@ginginweas posted

@hinny-luv-4-eva reblogged @ginginweas

you already know who I voted for

@ginwiz posted

SHE IS OKAY!

@queezy-4-weasley posted

They fixed her nose and she is okay!!

@harpies-hore posted

STOP!! she just looked up at the stands and gave the "I'm okay" sign

@gin-will-win posted

Harry visibly sighed when Ginny waved to him. Hermione was rubbing his back and Ron gave him a reassuring shake

@ginginweas reblogged @gin-will-win

Every day, I become more and more thankful for the golden trio

@quidditch-world-cup-updates posted

After a nasty hit, and a presumed broken nose, chaser, Ginny Weasley, makes her penalty shot increasing England's lead to 70-20.

@harpies-hore posted

like we always say. ginny shooting a penalty shot = free points

@bitch-witchh posted

Bulgaria's chasers have now gotten so desperate that they are stooging

@ginwiz reblogged @bitch-witchh

and the refs have done nothing to stop them

@ginginweas reblogged @ginwiz

I feel like I need to bring back the refs vs voldemort poll

@gin-will-win posted

Ross is out of control today. He just elbowed Shah

@harpies-hore posted

Shah gets hit in the face when he is the one player who a beater cannot touch with their body and yet the refs call nothing

@ginwiz reblogged @harpies-hore

hey @ginginweas, we need the poll now

@ginginweas reblogged @harpies-hore

@im-a-keeper posted

I was really hoping that the ref team would have gotten better since the last match, but unfortunately they have not...

@bitch-witchh posted

lol while everyone was focused on Shah and Ross, Ginny scored again

@ginwiz posted

I fucking love Ginny Weasley

@qin-will-win posted

THE ENTIRE STADIUM IS CHANTING GINNY'S NAME RN (I think harry started IT!!!)

@harpies-hore posted

GINNY! GINNY! GINNY!

@ginginweas posted

okay, someone needs to take Ross's bat

@im-a-keeper posted

Ross hits a quaffle out of the hands of Alton. And of course the refs say play on.

@ginwiz posted

FUCK ROSS

@quid-bitch reblogged @ginwiz

I am not going to do that

@gin-will-win posted

KRUM IS FLYING OVER TO ROSS TO YELL AT HIM!

@harpies-hore posted

krum on his way to go yell at his beater

@quid-bitch posted

Krum can come yell at me next

@bitch-witchh reblogged @quid-bitch

JAIL

@ginginweas posted

WAIT

@gin-will-win posted

NO WAY

@im-a-keeper posted

Is Shah about to????

@queezy-4-weasley posted

DID SHAH JUST????

@quidditch-world-cup-updates

England's Shah catches the snitch while Krum is distracted. England wins 240-20!

@ginginweas posted

WE WIN WE WIN!!!!!!

@queezy-4-weasley posted

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

@bitch-witchh posted

WE ARE GOING TO THE FUCKING FINALLSSSSS!!!!!!!!

@puddlemore-111 posted

A pathetic win for England. How the hell did they make it all the way to the Quidditch World Cup?

@harpies-hore posted

@im-a-keeper posted

I NEVER THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD COME!!! LET'S GO ENGLAND!!!!!

@hinny-luv-4-eva posted

IM SCREAMING!!!

@ginwiz posted

The entire team jumping on top of Shah, celebrating. What if I cry?

@gin-will-win posted

THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!

@bitch-witchh posted

Shah it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you tho there are no sexual urges or desires you come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard

@queezy-4-weasley posted

Ginny, Ophelia, and Richard are dancing around Shah, this is adorable

@gin-will-win posted

GUYS! HARRY IS NOT IN HIS SEAT ANYMORE

@harpies-hore reblogged @gin-will-win

@hinny-luv-4-eva posted

HARRY IS ON THE FIELD!!!

@gin-wiz posted

HARRY????

@gin-will-win posted

GINNY RAN UP TO HIM AND JUST KISSED HIM!!!

@queezy-4-weasley posted

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

@harpie-hore posted

HE IS HER BIGGEST SUPPORTER WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE I WANT TO BE HER BIGGEST SUPPORTER!!!!

@hinny-luv-4-eva posted

BAD DAY TO BE A DRARRY STAN!!!!!

@drarry-is-real reblogged @hinny-luv-4-eva

fuck you

@ginwiz posted

I THOUGHT THE GAME AGAINST FRANCE WAS THE BEST WHEN SHE FLEW OVER TO HIM, BUT HIM COMING TO HER?? MEETING HER ON THE FIELD?? GINNY SEEING HIM AND DROPPING HER BROOM AND RUNNING OVER TO HARRY?? HARRY LIFTING HER UP OFF OF HER FEET TO KISS HER????

@harpies-hore posted

i am so single

@ginginweas posted

THEY ARE SO CUTE!

@hinny-luv-4-eva posted

THEY ARE SO IN LOVE!

@quid-bitch posted

THEY ARE SO HOT!

@im-a-keeper posted

What a thrilling game. I will never forget this. (also hinny are so cute)

@ginnyweasley posted

ONE MORE MATCH! ON TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!!!

[lodeddiperactivate]

I hate you more! Part 3

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Word count: 737

Warnings: angst

Summary: Reader sabotages Rodrick’s chances with Heather. A classic enemies to lovers!

Author's note: I'm trying to be more consistent in writing, and I'm trying to "plan out" the chapters more? As you may have noticed (or not), I have also updated my masterlist for better reading experience I guess haha I have also started to be more detailed as I can when posting fanfics including warnings and proper tagging lol I'm still new to all of this but yeah :) This chapter's a bit short but I just wanted to get this out so I can start "planning" the next few chapters? lol yeah

Tags: @tomhockstetter7-111 @vihtoriacorrea @sleepyb1txh

"How do you read this again?" You asked Rodrick while pointing at the word "Sweaty" that's spelled out on a dog bowl.

"Uhh duh, it's sweetie!" Rodrick said confidently.

This is the second day of your tutoring session with Rodrick, and a day before your big test. You had arrived at the Heffleys a bit early so you decided to hang out with Greg and Rowley in the living room when Greg told you about how Rodrick pronounces "Sweetie." You decided to put it to the test when Rodrick came in through the front doors, and you held up the dog bowl and asked him what it says.

You, Greg, and Rowley failed miserably at trying to hide your laughter. It was too much that even Rodrick got embarassed. What's worse is that he doesn't know why you guys were laughing. He taunted Greg, and you decided to step in.

"Alright, come on, Rodrick, time to study," as you pull him by the waistband on his shirt.

"Don't tell me what to do," Rodrick snapped at you as he eyed you pulling him by his shirt.

"Oh? I think in this case, I can," you snapped back at him.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, because if you don't," you paused for a while and smirked at him. "Oh Mrs. Heffleyyyy," you said in an almost sing-song voice.

"Fine fine, you're a snitch!" Rodrick sighed in defeat as he headed upstairs into his room.

"She's awesome!" Greg told Rowley but you didn't hear it because you were already walking up the stairs with Rodrick.

When you arrived at Rodrick's room, it was still as messy as the first time you had set foot in there.

"Geez, would it kill you to clean up in here?"

"Why clean my own room when my mom will do it for me when she gets tired of calling me out on not cleaning my room?" Rodrick said as if he had figured out all the answers to the world. You just rolled your eyes.

"Let's just get this over with."

"What's the rush?" He asked.

"None of your business," you replied. The truth is that you're planning to sneak out later because you heard that there was this party where college students go to at the far-end of town. You always thought that you were too mature for your age so you casually enjoy hanging out with older people. Truth is, you always thought people can see right through your "too cool to be here" attitude and you're worried that people would hate you for it. Maybe Rodrick was right when he said you were only pretending in order to fit in. Did he just figure out your whole double life, the one you tried oh so hard to hide?

The good news is that no one can really tell how old you were when at events like college parties, and you still have your own set of fake IDs from when you were dating your ex. Rodrick didn't ask anymore questions but you can tell that he was curious about it.

"Anyway, let me be frank, you suck at spelling and your grammar is shitty. If I am getting this $100 a week, you need to really mean it."

"Why should I? You're the one getting paid, and if I recall correctly, you lied to me!"

"About what?"

"About Heather!"

"Please, you never had a chance with her!"

Rodrick became silent. His expression pained. You apologized and decided to reach your hand out to him, with the intention of giving him a light tap on the shoulder, but he dismissed it.

"Yeah okay," Rodrick's voice was low and soft. "Whatever," he said after some pause.

He was sitting on the bed and you were facing him, books and notes sprawled out in front of you two. Recently, you've noticed that there's this gnawing feeling whenever you see this side of him, like you want to take care of him. Then again, there is that other side that makes you want to punch him in the face.

"Rodrick," you said softly.

"What?" You detected a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"What if I split the $100? You get $40, I get $60, as long as you take this seriously. And if you take this seriously, we can end today's session a bit early," that last one was for your own benefit.

"Deal."

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[mogwaisonmars]

can i just say im goin feral over your colouring LIKE HOW DO YIU DO THAT ITS SO YUMMY AND SCRUMPTIIUS AND AHSVFKAKJSBD I LOVE IT AND I LITERALLY JUTS FOUND OUT ABOUT YOU SATUSUTSUutaug I LOVE ITTT

HIHI TYSMMM AAAA i seriously appreciate it <3 <3

and sorry for the late ish reply ashsjgd

the way I usually go about coloring is trying to include a bit of every color (im not sure why lol) it seems to make the drawing pop more, ofc in the right places like you gotta pay attention to where the light is and stuff

but yeah I find that going out of the comfort zone and exaggerating color theory a little seems to work out for me. i hope this helped im sorry if it didn't 😭

also thank you again im super glad you like my art!!!!!!111!1!111 combusts

[dread-red-queen]

20 Questions for Fanfiction Writers

Borrowing these questions from @silurisanguine because I love the idea <3

1). How many works do you have on AO3?

28 currently

2). What’s your total AO3 word count?

534,664 so far

3). What are your top five fics by kudos?

1 - Touch - 214 Kudos 2 - My sanctuary - 193 Kudos 3 - Forever - 111 Kudos 4 - Of Crows & Talons - 98 Kudos 5 - Maybe Tomorrow Is A Better day - 96 Kudos

4). What fandoms do you write for?

Pallia, Cyberpunk2077 & Dragon Age Veilgaurd

5). Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always reply to comments when I get them, I cherish each comment and I like to thank them for leaving them as it means alot to me.

6). What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I would say the angstiest kind of near the end would be Crimson Feathers, it was angst near the end due to a major character dying (Kind Of) but I just cant bring myself to write an angsty/sad ending I love a happy ending to much,

the angstiest fic is still on going and that's As The Crow Fly's, it deals with alot of trauma from the Ossuary and character death but It wont be angst forever it will be happier soon.

7). What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm not entirely sure as I all of my fics have a happy ending, I guesse the end of Crimson Feathers was pretty happy and hopeful for the future XD

8). Do you get hate on fics?

surprisingly not, I guesse I haven't made it as an author yet XD

but in general If I did I would just delete, block and ignore it im not going to feel bad because someone I don't even know and doesn't know me said something mean about me or what I write.

At the end of the day we are writing about fictional characters in fictional worlds, none of if it real and nobody is hurting anyone so I don't really see what there is to hate lol

9). Do you write smut?

I have a tendency to write mostly smut, I have 2 fics in progress that are less focused on it but most of my stories have smut XD

10). Do you write crossovers?

I haven't done yet, I have a few im tempted to write but whether I do remains to be seen XD, I have done some crossover art before though lol

11). Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as im aware, I have seen fics that might have been inspired by my works but it is possible for writers to have the same thoughts or ideas for a fic so more than likely it's a coincidence than anything else.

besides even if they where inspired by something I wrote, its flattering as long as they are not copying me word for word and they give there own unique twists I don't see the harm.

12). Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope at least not as far as im aware and if someone wanted to I would hope they would ask me for permission first

13). Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not exactly, I have swapped ideas and brainstormed with other writers before though.

I wrote a cyberpunk2077 fic set in an AU where there is no Relic and a friend is writing a fic that is in the same universe from a different characters perspective, a kind of side project that covers stuff going on in the background during my fic, so I guesse that's kind of a cowriting thing XD

14). What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh god I'm not sure I can pick, Goro Takemura/My OC and Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook I have written the most about so probably those but I couldn't choose between them there both my bbs

15). What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

As The Crow Fly's - I wanted to write a sequel of Crimson Feathers as I wanted write about Illario and his adjusting to life no longer in Lucanis's shadow, and earning forgiveness, while also helping Spite & Lucanis finally deal with the suppressed trauma/PTSD of the Ossuary but its alot of angst which isnt something I write alot of so can be a little emotional.

I'm also writing a Modern Day Fencing AU - En Garde - which is the polar opposite, its happy and fun and I enjoy writing it so its hard to work on As The Crow Fly's sometimes especially when im not really sure were im at in terms of plot. and I just find whenever im in the mood to write I want to write more En Garde instead XD

16). What are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure I would consider myself to have a writing strength per say but my friend calls me the queen of smut which I think is a little bit over the top I have read some incredible smut that is waaaaaay better than mine so I don't think that is a title I disserve but I do enjoy writing smut so *shrugs* who knows.

17). What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a tendency to repeat myself sometimes I don't like just using he said she said I like to use different terms like he purrs or she sighs but I tend to overuse them sometimes its something i really struggle with.

and of course being dyslexic there is also the eternal struggle with spelling and grammar, I also don't have a beta reader so im kind of relying on spell check software and that isnt always the greatest.

18). Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I have only done it a few times, i.e Antivan (Spanish/Italian) for Lucanis Dellamorte/Altara De Riva (Rook) and Japanese/Russian for Goro Takemura/my OC Raven.

Not being a native speaker of any other language than my own I have to hope google translate is accurate when I do write dialogue in a different language, I try not to over use it i.e only use a few phrases mixed in with English, I would probably be more confident if I was multy lingual but sadly I only speak/write in one language fluently

19). First fandom you wrote for?

Labyrinth back when I was a teenager (we don't speak of it and I deleted the evidence) I loved the Goblin king back then and I still do HAHA

20). Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Honestly If we are talking completed works probably Arasaka Stud an AU where Goro Takemura was working as an escort in Konpeki plaza but ends up getting hired by his client as there bodyguard and his dark past catches up with him, It was a personal challenge to myself to write a Smut scene in every chapter but it ended up having a fun plot that I enjoyed weaving around the smut and I had a blast writing it.

I would say it inspired my fic Touch which was formatted in a similar way in terms of smut but for Lucanis/Rook/Spite, Touch was one of the first fics I ever wrote that got alot of comments, kudos and hits I was blown away by it as up until then I had prety much never received any comments on any fic I had written, other than a few dotted here and there and it made me fall in love with writing all over again.

If we were talking about Favourite WIP I would say En Garde for sure I'm enjoying writing a slower burn romance, as much as I love to write smut its nice to try something new sometimes and focus more on plot instead of "plot" lol

[stardustandash]

Fic Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

(I saw this and wasn't gonna wait for a tag to happen I want to play)

Fic with the most hits

Enter the Wild comes in 1st with 30,650 hits!! It's definitely the one that's always in the kudos email, even now 5 years after publishing it! It's the start of my most popular series: Wild Life.

Fandom: Linked Universe

The band of Heroes find themselves in a Hyrule of ruins and relics and about one hundred years too late. Or maybe, they came just at the right time. Yet another "gang meets Wild" fic

Fic with the second most Kudos

Scary, Wild, Cub comes in 2nd with 2,375 kudos!! It's the third fic in the Wild Life series and definitely one people like. Or at least all the fellow h/c fans lol.

Fandom: Linked Universe

When the heroes land at the top of Shatterback Point after Hyrule-jumping Wild realizes there's a fresh new lynel lying in wait for them. Between the rain, mud, and unfortunately-timed warnings things get a little messy. Or, the boys discover just how fearless Wild is in a fight.

Fic with the third most comments

Get By With a Little Help comes in 3rd here with 111 comments!! Of course, half are from me replying to all the lovely people who commented on this fic <3

Fandom: Jedi Survivor

The many times the folk of Rambler’s Reach lend a helping hand to their resident Jedi, and a few times he helps them in return. Or, a series of short vignettes of Cal interacting with the folk found around Koboh.

Fic with the fourth most bookmarks

Dungeon Debacle has the fourth most bookmarks with 138 in total!! Despite being the second entry in the Wild Life series lol.

Fandom: Linked Universe

When Wild shifts with the others to a new Hyrule for the very first time, he and Twilight find themselves separated from the others in the middle of a dungeon. When a wallmaster and Wild's self-sacrificial tendencies get mixed up, well, I think you can guess where this story is going.

Fic with the fifth most words

Shadows Lingering Close Behind comes in 5th with 24,695 words across 9 chapters. Not gonna lie, I forgot about this fic. Perhaps it's time for a reread!

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Lavellan just wanted a break, and by break he means going to check on the Venatori activity in the Hissing Wastes. Being caught wasn't part of the plan. Nor was reliving some of the worst moments from his past. Basically me trying to come up with a reason why Lavellan doesn't have the Dalish accent, and in the process reworking canon and getting him mixed up in yet another mess.

Fic with the fewest words

where flesh and metal meet is at the bottom of the sort by word count pile with 710 words! It's the most recent fic on this list, as it was part of my whumptober fics.

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Some days Echo wakes up still expecting his hand and legs to be there. He’ll roll out of his bunk and fall when his limbs end far before he expects them to. He’ll wake the others with the noise and they’ll laugh it off, connect his limbs, and go about their day.

This was a fun exercise and also made me feel better about my writing, so I'm gonna pass this on with some no pressure tags to. @fanfoolishness @pennflinn @breakfastteatime

[koskela-knights]

Ao3 Ask Game

Thanks @autisticwriterblog for the tag :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

542 but that's going to change to 543 soon I hope ;)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,498,254 words 😳😱

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment I'm still obsessed with Alan Wake 2. Gonna hit 111 works for it soon 😏 Which is why I'll try to focus on those works and becos this is my Koskela blog after all :D

4. Top five fics by kudos

Lmao, it's all DBH xD Used to be very active in that fandomD but my Top 5 AW fics would be:

Jacket (Ilmo/Alan)

Minds Collide (Zaneling, my only Zaneling fic lol)

Curious Case(y) (Scratch/Casey)

Off trail (Ilmo/reader)

Bleeding Hearts (Ilmo/Alan)

Honestly, I'm mainly proud of the first and last piece here.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to reply to every comment! Honestly, it's cool when a little convo ensues from that ;) I also save all comments in my jar (a word file) to reread whenever I'm suffering from imposter syndrome/feel down about my writing 😅

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Pheew... That's a tough question. I've written a whole bunch of angsty Hanahaki fics and general angsty shit in multiple fandoms.

Many early AW2 fics center on the aftermath of Jaakko's death ;_; Maybe Kaleidoscope is one of the angstiest endings but certainly not the only one

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

In the romance category that might gonna be the Slow Roasting Love ending. But the Koskelas at Pride was very happy too. Again, it's not easy to choose becos of how many different situations I've written about :P

For a Koskela or Huotari/Reader fic, I'd like to say the historical Ilmari x transmasc Reader where they're in an arranged marriage but Ilmari's a closeted gay man and reader is a closeted gay transmasc person so in the end it works out perfectly for them 🥺😏 It has a smut tag but smut only happens in the last chapter. It's a slowburn fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think only once. I'm surprised and glad it hasn't happened much :P

9. Do you write smut?

Lol, my very first fic on there was smut. Once a smut writer, always a smut writer 😏

10. Craziest crossover?

I have a few post-apocalyptic series with a big mashup of seemingly unrelated fandoms together.

One being about Libraries where characters from Resident Evil meet PoTF characters, OCs and even Rose from Alan Wake so 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Two of which one is published on ao3 too and the other on a Russian fan site :D Love when that happened 🙌🥰

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. However, the Echoverse has come to life thanks to many discussions and conversations with @zephyrone01 and @copiasmic who have helped flesh out that world and given me prompt fuels for some of the fics

14. All time favourite ship?

Tough one, for the AW world it would be CultCase.

Be it in the echo-verse or extended from there in other AUs 😏 And its 'variations' in Ilmari x Kesä. I love their tragedy across several AUs. Same reason I also love Jaakoppi x Kesä

And the third OTP would now be Tim/Jaakko which, again, was born from the Echoverse

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I once started writing a fic about the Koskelas and the Huotaris and the importance of stars and them trying to escape their tragic fate by astral projection.

16. What are your writing strengths?

🤔Maybe that I write multiple oneshots and make it a series. So you have this idea of a bigger world, without having to write one big overarching story or plot :P

Also, if i'm rly into a fandom and am hyperfixated, that creativity just flows abundant lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes. And believe it or not, sometimes I feel the smut isn't always as spicy as I want it to be xD especially if it's more than 2 people, that shit is tough to write. U don't want anybody neglected unless it's something a character is into 😂

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love it, but it's definitely a challenge! I usually resort to/limit myself to some translated words.

So far I've written stuff with Spanish, Finnish or Dutch in it.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

It all started with The Evil Within back in 2014. I think you could see an improvement in my English as the years go on in fic writing :P

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Sticking to AW works.... I like multiple works lmao 😂 All for different reasons. I'd say the two series: YY but Different and the CultCase series. (I can't choose 1 fic 😭)

Some of those stories contained, are standalone oneshots, but all combined give you a vast look into these worlds.

One being about bisexual Kesä and his complicated relation with closeted Ilmari. And the relationships between him and Ahti and between the Huotari brothers and Ahti (WIP)

And then you have CultCase which also explores many interesting dynamics between characters 🥺

And both series have a lot of angst, but also some tenderness and softness in them. And smut 😏 Something for everyone can be found there

I tag @copiasmic @entropicquilibriumofchaos @changethecircumstances @juhospemmifer & others who might wanna join but no one's obliged to do these ofc

[demonsfate]

not to talk about another murray tweet, but i swear i saved it but i can't find it now - but a fan asked him how come there's no skinny male characters whilst all the others are muscled beefy men. and he actually replied with "because realistically those men wouldn't stand a chance. they have to have muscles when going up against these stronger fighters" or whatever, that's not exact but that's essentially what he said. and it just made me LOL so hard. because it's like... really? then how come... most of the female characters are all slim? don't they need the big muscles to be able to realistically hold their own? next he's gonna say there's no older women because older people aren't able to keep up with the younger fighters despite the fact that there are many older male fighters.

it's the same reason why i criticize the mortal kombat devs for saying "realistically women wouldn't fight in bikinis!!111!!" because it's hypocritical when you already have the male characters fighting practically in their underwear in a game that's highly unrealistic and fantasy. like don't try to use the "REALISM" excuse. just say "yah i like big sexy beefy dudes and we don't care to make skinny male characters" then quote harada's famous words, "don't ask me for shit." it really irks me when game devs come up with flimsy excuses that can easily be disproven instead of just saying "it's my game and i do what i want."

[solar-serpent]

Guyyyys, I'm finally here to share the tea on my allegedly twin flame (I won't address him as the legitimately one until I'm fully convinced so please take this story with a grain of salt).

The legend tells Asteria wanted human warmth and someone to call "hers" somewhere around this time last year, so she decided to give dating apps a chance. After one disgraceful disappointment after another, I (let's stop using third person to speak atm) realized I needed to heal myself if I ever wanted to have a normal intimate life with someone else and that not all men were trash... Just traumatized by their parents? Probably as much as I was, lol.

I was on my way to uninstall Bumble from my phone when I got a text from the last match I got. I checked his profile and he honestly looked like a cute and empathetic guy, yet I was fed up with hoping from one man to another and I ignored the last message I received from him.

3 moths later I came back to this app, but I wasn't interested in using the dating option. There's a bff service on the app and I was looking for female friends from the city I lived to hang out with. Unfortunately, all chats were paired up in the same place and I couldn't stop seeing that unanswered chat from the cute guy. I waited for one week until I was fully convinced I should text him and expect no reply. I literally ghosted him for months and he could've been one of those hypersensitive guys that would give you the cold shoulder to ground you for getting them to feel ignored 🤷🏻‍♀️

HE REPLIED.

Afterwards we kept ghosting each other for weeks and coming back in between 😂 we exchanged phone numbers and continued talking over messages about philosophy, films, and astrology. Dynamics have not changed from the start, except I stopped ghosting him because I got interested in him as a person. He felt weirdly familiar to me, like we had been neighbors for years or like we went to the same school but different grades, you know? I felt like I could read his mind but you know I'm psychic so it's not that uncommon coming from me 😅 but this guy got the power to help me sort my thoughts out really quickly. We speak the same language and my soul does not need to translate anything for him to get me on the spot.

Then I went berserk after I found I've fallen for him. 'Why? What's wrong with liking anyone, Asteria?', you must be wondering. Well, let me tell you now the unsavory side to this story. I realized my feelings for him were deep and not the ones you usually had for a friend after he stood me up twice and stopped talking to me for a month. Yup. He disappeared and I was left to grieve for this connection alone. I thought he had made me a great favor for showing his true colors sooner rather than later. Then, he came back and didn't apologize to me 💀 that prick pretended like nothing ever happened while I thought, 'from this moment forward we're going to stay like good friends from the internet and I'm never inviting you to hang out again'. Ha! Things only turned wilder afterwards 🙃🙃 I don't want this story to drag on forever, so I'm going to list everything that have happened recently and weird shit I noticed in his one month absent.

The latest guy I dated was Gemini sun and Aquarius moon. My tf? Same, plus we both were born in June.

I had dreams about meeting a man that was obviously a Gemini months before I got to meet him. He told me in my dreams, "we are going to be friends, but you shouldn't fall in love with me *sigh dramatically*. If you do, who could blame you? I'm awesome~. Honestly, I'm going to like you too, but I would be dealing with so much at that time that I might not pay much attention to you". I thought that dream was a fabrication from the trauma inflicted by Gemini people from my past 💀

Angels numbers could be seen all day along. Specially 111 or 1111.

Archangels rarely summon me. That's my relatives thing, not mine as I work directly with the gods. But Saint Raphael was practically begging me to sit down and speak to him, so I went for a meditation to try and see what he wanted. First thing I saw was the image of a male and female angels holding hands and then I heard, "the lovers". I was bit taken aback... I was expecting the archangel to give me a warning on my poor health or any advice related to my recent life decisions.

I pulled some cards for further clarification and right there was my crush depicted on the spread 💀 I went berserk for the second time since I couldn't believe my guides were speaking about someone that didn't belong to my family or wasn't actually close to me.

I guessed it was a twin flame connection because my guides had told me even before Saint Raphael did, "that man is your closest mirror at the moment. Both share fate". Ha ha, they love being cryptic in the most critical moments 🤠

He's currently outside the country and we haven't spoken for one week maybe? I don't know what might happen in the future, but I'm glad for the silence and time I was left with as it helped me to analyze things in peace. One month ago I had promised myself to decline future invitations coming from him, but now? I'm jumping at the first chance to see him and I might even confess my feelings for him *sigh*. I did understand my angels were addressing I was possessed by fears of rejection and being emotionally vulnerable, blocking the learning I'm supposed to get from this experience. Now, I feel ready to be rejected or accepted. Either way I would take it as a great challenge I managed to overcome.

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[nova-devlin]

Nova’s Semester

So I actually haven't finished the vampire diaries because Netflix got so expensive lol I got to about the 8th episode of season 4 so I’m sure some of the things I say aren't going to be accurate in the show, so I just wanted you, readers, to know that this doesn’t really follow the timelines. Also, nova doesn't know about the vampires or anything of the sort, she's a little clueless. Grammar mistakes were made. 

Warning: swearing?, Mentions of weed 

Eventual: Elijah Mikaelson x OC, Niklaus Mikaelson x OC, Kol Mikaelson x OC, Rebekha Mikaelson x OC, Finn Mikaelson x OC

Ending: Mikaelson Family x OC 

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                                            Chapter 3

Nova is practically sprinting to her first class, looking between her schedule and the halls to make sure she didn't run into somebody. ‘First period, first period’ she said over and over in her mind looking back down at the paper she slows to a slight jog so she can see the paper better. 

Student Name: Cassanova Azul Gilbert

Alias: Nova

Sex: F

Age:18 

Period 1: World History-Room 104

Teacher: Alaric Saltzman

Period 2: Economic Development- room 120

Teacher: Scott Carter

Period 3: Calculus-room 111

Teacher: Lois Ross

Period 4: Physical Education-Gymnasium

Teacher: Finn Mikaelson

Lunch AB

Period 5: Foreign Language- room 109

Teacher: Jane Allen

Period 6: Free period 

Period 7: Homeroom- room 102 

Teacher: Finn Mikaelson

Nova only has enough time to process the first couple of classes before shoving the paper into her bag and rounding the corner to room 104. As she walks up to the door her nerves are running haywire and she feels like she's about to explode. She opens the door and steps inside and is immediately stared at by everyone in the room. She can start to feel the room close around her, until she hears a familiar voice, one that brings her immediate comfort. “Hello, may I help you?” When she looked up to put the man to the voice, she's internally grateful he isn't being anything but her teacher at the moment. Alaric Saltzman was another person she held dear. Alaric helped her through losing her Aunt Jenna as her death also hit him hard as well. When Nova heard she had died in a car accident just like her parents she was numb, she lost another family member to a car accident, and it hurt. She could only imagine the pain Alaric went through when she died. So, she was grateful for him and everything he had done for her. Nova lowers her head trying to cave into herself to try and make herself smaller. She walks up to his desk and hands him her late slip, he takes it from her and takes the opportunity to lean over to whisper in her ear “You, ok?” She rises up a little to give him a nod, he gives one back, and leaning back up he talks to her as a normal student. “Alright, there's an open seat in the back row or one in the front if you prefer, please choose one and we'll get started.”  She sent him a grateful look and walked to the seat at the back of the class. “Alrighty then, hello everybody I'm sure you know who I am, at least you should already because I’ve been teaching some of you since freshman year.” The class erupted into a bunch of giggles and snorts. As Alaric Continues on through the introductory lesson, she opens her bag to get everything she needs, her crumpled schedule falling out of her backpack and onto the floor. The boy next to her noticed this and picked it up handing it back to her “Hey I think you dropped this.'' The boy said. She looked up to see who was speaking to her and she instantly screamed at herself. The boy was none other than Arnold Copeland, a boy who she knew well, and she wished she didn't. “Oh, thanks.” She snatches the paper from him, smoothing it out on the desk as Arnold speaks up “It looks like we have the same lunch.” he says with a smile she doesn't give one back “Yup, looks like it.” she replied. Arnold is a bit of an oddball; he wasn't popular by any means more on the nerd side of the school spectrum. The only bad thing about him, he swore up and down that she was the love of his life. This year was going to be her worst one yet. 

    By the time third period has rolled around she figures she’s going to have every class this year with Arnold just like every year since seventh grade, given by his and her last name. They're close in the alphabet and that just so happens to be the method used to create the students' classes, every single year. She doesn't know if she would be able to handle Arnold all year long, again. Arnold wasn't the worst-looking guy at the school, but he definitely wasn't the greatest-looking dude. He had sandy blonde hair worn in a pompadour cut, green bugged-out eyes, and the bulkiest glasses she had ever seen on a person. Nova had met Arnold in the seventh grade, at the time she didn't think anything of him, until one day he had asked her to the winter dance the school was throwing. She had to politely let him down telling him she wasn't going to the dance in the first place. Ever since then he tried to get her attention, like when he broke his arm in eighth grade trying to flip off the playground slide to impress her, but it didn't. She also remembers the time in sophomore year, she came to school on valentine’s day and a bunch of “letters” could visibly be seen hanging from the air gate at the top of her locker, when she opened her locker more fell at her feet. She was so embarrassed she remembered picking one up and opening it and immediately seeing Arnold’s face. It was a picture of him in a tuxedo, it was an oddly good picture of him, but it freaked her out to no end. She didn't even open the rest of the letters fearing what she might see, instead picked all of them up and threw them into the trash, and immediately went to find him. When she did she laid into him telling him that she didn't want to be his girlfriend like she had been trying to tell him since the seventh grade. She couldn't wait for the school day to end, and it was only the first day. When the bell rings signifying the end of class Nova all but runs out of the class giving a worried-looking Alaric a small wave.

   Nova couldn't have done anything worse to herself than turning in her electives late because she got the only class, she didn't want this year, gym. She hated the entire walk to the gymnasium, she couldn't stand getting changed in front of people, choosing to always go to the bathroom stall to get some privacy. The fact that she also had a male gym teacher this year was annoying. She thought all male gym teachers were overactive and boisterous, they always had favorites, she couldn’t think of a single male gym teacher she had that didn't prefer a specific student over others. She enters the gym following the other gaggle of students and to her relief, the bleachers are pulled out far enough to fit a small class. She sees other students already sitting down in just their regular school clothes. She can at least give credit to whoever was teaching this class that the first day wasn't actually a gym day but an introduction day like everybody else. As she takes her seat, she decides to take out her schedule to see just who was teaching this year. She figured she would see the name Donny Hubbard the usual male gym teacher who taught there but next to the teacher information instead she saw a man named Finn Mikaelson. ‘Oh great” she thought, looking around the room she didn't seem to find the mystery man in question recognizing almost everyone on the bleachers. Her head snaps up as she hears the bell give its final warning ring for students to get to class. She then hears the sound of the gym office door squeaking as it's opened, and when her eyes land on the man that is Finn Mikaelson, she is taken aback.

    He doesn't look anything like she thought he would, he is not old for one, and he doesn't have a beer gut or weird glasses. He looks refined, gentlemanly almost. As he continues to walk toward the middle of the room Nova can't help but admire the man. He had ashy brown hair with a shorter version of an ivy league haircut with the top swept over to the side. He was rather tall and intimidating, brutish almost, but it confused her. Mystic Falls was a pretty small town where everyone knew everybody, she would have definitely noticed someone like him. When he gets to the middle of the room, he clears his throat and gives a slight smile before he opens his mouth. “Good morning, everybody, how is everyone today?” There was a pause before various students answered at the same time in the same monotone voice, a variety of good, ok, and greats, can be heard before it goes silent again. She can only guess what everyone was thinking, probably the same thing she is, who is this guy? When her attention is brought back to him, he has seemingly pulled out a clipboard from thin air. “When I call your name just respond with an affirmation, please.”  When he starts listing off the names of students Nova lets her mind wander. He's most definitely educated, the way he speaks, the way walks, the way holds himself. His accent was most definitely not like anything she had heard before, like a British New Yorker. What kind of guy would become a gym teacher if he knew as much as she thought he did?  

The closer he got to speaking her name the more she started to freak out. She just couldn't figure out why. When it was her turn, he looked back down at the paper and paused for a second too long for her liking, then continued on “Cassanova Gilbert?” Nova took a deep breath and coughed out “Here,” he looks up at her and it feels like he is staring straight into her soul his eyes are mesmerizing, a light hazy green color that made her feel hazy herself just looking at them. It made Nova question further just why this kind of guy was here teaching gym of all things. She thinks he'd be a better English teacher than a gym teacher just from what she's observed so far. He looks back down to his clipboard and scribbles in what she assumed was her attendance, he then asks another question. One he hadn't asked any of the other kids “That’s quite a long name Miss Gilbert do you have a nickname you'd rather go by?” all eyes turn to her, and she can’t help but shrink in on herself again because of it. “Um... N-Nova.` She wants to bury herself in a hole when she starts to stutter. He just turns back to his clipboard and scribbles the information down and moves on to the next student. It leaves her with a feeling akin to whiplash, she can't quite explain it. The rest of the gym time was spent as free time talking to friends and comparing schedules. All the kids already loved this teacher for just that decision alone. Nova just decided to grab her headphones from her bag and play some music to pass the time until her next period. About ten minutes before class ended, she decided to look at her schedule one more time to try and memorize it better. When she pulled it out, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Mr. Mikaelson happens to be her homeroom teacher as well, just her luck. After those ten minutes of class were finally done the bell gave its first ring for lunchtime. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

   The knot in her stomach decided to stay and make a home in her stomach and she felt like she was going to throw up. It was like feeling nauseous and having butterflies in your stomach at the same time, but either way, it made her uneasy. She decided she wasn't going to eat lunch, even if she tried, she was sure it might end up in the toilet bowl. So, when she left the gymnasium, she walked down a couple halls to her locker to grab her skateboard. She moved with every other student in AB lunch to get out to the courtyard as fast as she could. When the doors were opened, she was pushing herself through the crowd, getting complaints from the students she was shoving but she didn't care. As soon as she broke free from the group she sprinted to the pavement, probably looking like a maniac. She threw her board down as gently as she could at the speed she was going, having thrown it a little too hard it started to roll down the sidewalk. When she caught up to where it had rolled, she instantly was taking off from the school grounds to ride down to the park to try and get away from whatever she was feeling. She arrived at the park and checked the time on her phone. She had twenty minutes until she had to go back. Nova moves down the sidewalk towards the swings and stops herself right in front of the first one. Setting her board in the mulch a few feet from the swing of her choice> She jogged up to it and pulled herself up into the seat. Nova loved to swing even as a kid, it was so freeing being able to fly in the air at the speed of her choice, the height of her choice. Everything about swinging was about what she wanted, in her life she didn't get much of that with Elena breathing down her neck, with expectations the same as her parents did. Jeremy only ever paid attention to her if he wanted to piss her off or when she needed a supply of smoke, or he ran out and asked to share with her. So, she was a tad bit glad about it but sometimes she missed her brother, and he really couldn't care less. When she tried to hang out with him, he always had some sort of excuse to not go. ‘I can't have plans, sorry maybe later.’

 “I have homework?”

 “Really?”    

“…yes?”

She stopped trying after that, figuring there was no point in forcing him. So to be able to be in control of something for once, she loved the feeling it gave her. She sat down on the swing she pulled her headphones from her neck to put them on, before she picks a song though, she sets an alarm for twenty minutes, then she chooses her favorite song, a new one called Back to December by Taylor Swift, she had played it nonstop since it came out

 . When she gets done listening to her fifth song, she looks down at the time shown on the lit-up screen and almost keels over at it. Twelve thirty-five it read. She jumps off the swing in a hurry grabbing her board not even bothering to get on it knowing she would have to run in order to make it before class. The thing about running, even if it made her sweaty and smelly, she quite enjoyed the speed, the wind in her face, her hair whipping around it too. It took her three minutes to get to school and by the time she got there, she had one minute to get her board in her locker and get to class. This time though she doesn't have the luxury of a late slip, and just her luck Foreign Language was her next period. She had only ever heard bad things about the woman teaching the class. Everyone told her she was very mean, very demanding, bland, and ruthless. She did not want to get on the bad side of someone with that description. She sprints as fast as she can to her class, getting reprimanded by a teacher for running in the halls but she didn't care. 

The second she throws open the door to her classroom the bell rings. The woman at the front of her class whips her head around to look at the culprit of the sudden intrusion with a wicked glare. Nova immediately apologized for being loud and late. The woman just gives her a nod, telling her to take her seat, the only one open is the single desk at the very back of the class, she couldn't be happier. “Hello class my name is Mrs. Allen welcome to foreign language.” Nova knew the second she introduced herself everyone was right. She was very bland and emotionless, condescending. Running her hands down her face she takes out her supplies and waits for the end of this endless torture called High School.

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#5

The one that got away [2]

Series: Part 1 Part 3

characters: Naruto Uzumaki x fem! reader additional: Shikamaru Nara, Hinata Uzumaki, Boruto Uzumaki, Himawari Uzumaki, Ino Yamanaka(mentioned), Sakura Haruno;

warnings: characters are 21+; fluff; angst; smut; vaginal sex; mutual masturbation; some choking; rough; baby mention but not breeding kink;

notes: a month has passed since the first part - the story will unfold along a period of time - by the time it ends there would be a year in which Naruto and Reader have been together; yes, I wrote a lot, AGAIN, because I most likely have a documented problem in which I cannot keep a story short - forgive me 🤯;

special note: as per always, my extra special love and dedication goes to the best tumblr soulmate there is @uchihamylove26 😍! her inputs and ideas make my days and life better 😳

💀 NSFW! Minors DNI! 💀

Mood 🎧 ALESSIA CARA - Scars to your beautiful

"She don't see her perfect She don't understand she's worth it Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface"

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384 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#4

2 am - brainrot

How the hell does this always happen to me? At 2 am my brain simply spits this smut thingy out.

Shit! I'm waking up in 4 hours 😓

warning: Graphic content 18+; NSFW - Minors DNI! ☠️

content: smut; 👅 Naruto x fem!reader x Sasuke 👅; unprotected sex; friends with benefits;

notes: brain rot at 2 am 🤯 - not proof-read - naruto and sasuke have been on my mind for the past two weeks in not a very HOLY way

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438 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

#3

The one that got away

Series: Part 2 Part 3

characters: Naruto Uzumaki x fem! reader additional: Shikamaru Nara; Hinata Uzumaki; mentions of: Gaara, Boruto Uzumaki and Himawari Uzumaki

warnings: characters are 21+; fluff; smut; vaginal sex; oral (f receiving); a bit of chocking because why the hell not?

💀 NSFW! Minors DNI! 💀

notes: YES! I have been MIA because writer's block 😒 4 am - apparently it's my hour for brain rots LOL 😅

I didn't even read it again after writing it so I have no idea what came out of it to be honest 🤣 I simply needed to get this out of my head.

special note: some light reading for my love, my smut partner and my Naruto soulmate @uchihamylove26 💕💕 enjoy! 😎

Mood 🎧 JNR CHOI & SAM TOMPKINS - To the moon

"Come set the mood, yeah You come like sunshine, yeah Call me the moon"

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478 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

What if?

characters: Sasuke Uchiha x fem!reader;

additional: Naruto Uzumaki x fem! reader; Sakura Haruno; Orochimaru, Sai, Yamato, Boruto Uzumaki and Himawari Uzumaki have a brief appereance; mention of Kakashi Hatake;

warnings: afab!reader - fem!reader; characters age range vary from children to adults; fluff; angst; emotions all over; mentions of: nudity, subtly implied intercourse, blood and death.

notes: SFW; i'm extremely in my feels today- this song ALWAYS breaks me no matter what - i actually cried throughout writing this, don't ask me why - especially the end - my emotions are all over the place 😊

word count: 4.074 - i'm sorry - my feels got me carried away

taglist: @haikyutiehoe - thank you for being my first ask and requesting to be tagged in this 😭 - hope you like it 🤐

Mood 🎧 LUKAS GRAHAM - 7 years

"It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker" - "Something about the glory, just always seemed to bore me 'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me"

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607 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕥

Characters: Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

Warnings: first time writing for him - be patient with me; light smut - MDNI; Zoro fucks you against a door because why the hell not?; yes, there is some alcohol involved; yes, we also have some soft Zoro thrown in there;

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#lol - 6 posts

#bisexual - 5 posts

#me - 5 posts

#desithings - 4 posts

#romione - 3 posts

#taylor swift - 3 posts

#desi girl - 3 posts

#sirius black - 2 posts

#gay - 2 posts

#desi culture - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 109 characters

#everyone say happy teacher's day to all those people who taught you little things that turned out very useful

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Pass the happy! ✨ When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! <333

my sister

my friends and tumblr moots

music

sunshine

hugs

Thanks for the ask @newtonpermillimetersquare

pass it on! @talesofruby01 @jadedaceofspades @aqsaamjad @thotsinsideout @ziegenknect @katykins87 @shut-up-achilles @dumbass-unchecked @young-potato-stuff @selenophiliaa

11 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#4

my thesis: don’t believe everything u see online

me: believes half the stuff with little to no proof on tumblr

13 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

the struggle of getting really tight bangles to get tf of the hand

16 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

#2

physics be like if your mother is driving and your sister is riding a bike how fast will the train get to the station

22 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

AU where Ron is a teacher at Hogwarts (maybe he’s a flying instructor like Madame Hooch?)

Hermione Granger: Profesor McGonagall helped me learn everything I know.

Hugo Granger-Weasley: (to McGonagall) She knows everything.

Profesor McGonagall: I know.

Hugo Granger-Weasley: Was my daddy a good student?

Profesor McGonagall: He was a wonderful student.

Hermione Granger: Why would you lie to my kid?

Profesor McGonagall: He tried his best.

Hermione Granger: Why would you lie to my kid?

Profesor McGonagall: He was so bad, he became a teacher so he could go back to school again.

65 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

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[satoriberry]

Hi! I hope your day has been going well 🥰 Congrats on 75 followers !! 🎉🎊 May I join the event? 🥺 Thank you !

Character: Suna or Osamu but for some reason I feel like asking for Kuroo lol

Gender: straight, she/her

Personality Traits: (1) child-like/playful (I apprently have expressive facial reactions lol), sarcastic (2) loves to learn (3) overworker

Prompt: burying their face into your neck while hugging/cuddling please !

Thank you so so much whether you get to do mine or not ! I hope the personality traits are enough, I really tried to stick to three but still having it say quite a bit about me 😅 Take care and I hope you have a good night’s sleep ! ☺️

—R 🧸

[PROMPT NO. 111 WITH SUNA RINTAROU ♡]

Suna was satisfied with his reputation as the calm and lax member of Inarizaki's male volleyball team, but if you get to know him, you'd know that he could easily loose his cool. And today was one of those days, where he needed someone to hold him.

Yet, the problem was that he never learned to be vulnerable. He always assisted people yet the opposite rarely happened. He thought that enduring whatever fatigue or distress overcame him and waiting for it to go by was the best solution. Then he met you.

You were, for a lack of better term, his favourite person. You were like his own sun, with your bright and snarky attitude and your independant personailty gave you this air of reliability that never failed to help him breathe during his down moments.

Having already put on his outdoor shoes, Suna leaned against a wall with his phone in his hand, waiting for you. "Maybe they already left", a thought came to his head, but he decided to stay a bit more just in case. The sound of hurried footsteps from behind alerted him, and he turned around to meet your approaching figure. "Ah."

Breathing somewhat heavily, you wheezed out an apology that he didn't ask for, knowing that you were held back for a group project. "'Bout time you showed up, trackstar. Wanna stay at mine for a bit?" he started, hands in pocket and still leaning against the wall. "Your house? Sure, but...why?" you replied, sensing that something was off. And you were right as he slowly straightenend and placed his hand at the back of his neck. "Nothing really, do you not want to spend time with your amazing boyfriend?".

"Rintarou, is there something wrong?" you said, feeling worried, and he was visibly not awaiting that, chewing on his cheek and now fiddling with his fingers. "I mean, I don't know how to put but I just, I...," he mumbled, "I haven't been feeling my best today. Like usually, I'm at a good 93. Today it decreased to....I don't know, maybe a bit below 55? I-I don't know- you know what? Don't mind, it was just a silly questio-" "I'll stay with you."

Raising his lowered head, he saw that you were staring him dead in the eye with an angry expression. "You shouldn't push your feelings aside like this, and yes, I'd love to stay over at yours." You reached for his right hand and began to walk while dragging him along. You couldn't see it, but his eyes softened in a way that almost never happens. "Thanks." he mumbled lowly.

Stepping into his home, you let go of his hand. "Sorry if it hurts, I may have overreacted." He looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, followed by dramatically clinging onto your arm. "Oh Y/N-chan, you hurt me! I can't fathom the idea of climbing those stairs. However, you could redeem yourself by carrying me, your little prince Rin-rin, to my sacred chambers, simply known as my room." He exclaimed while putting on a damsel-in-distress tone.

"I'm here for moral support, not extra gym class, now move your ass Cinderella." You pushed him forward and up the stairs, towards his room at the end of the corridor. Twisting the knob and walking in, you took in the scent of his room.

It's not the first time that you come here. From your first date to late night visits where you'd climb through his window, you've come to be very familiar with Suna's room and often leave some things in it so he can keep as a trinket or as a memory. You dropped your bag on the floor, and sat on his bed. He very looked somewhat tense, probably from what's been in his mind lately, and you didn't want to press the issue because you knew he doesn't like to elaborate on his feelings.

Instead, you opened your arms, wiggling them a bit to show your message. "C'mere big guy, let's ease away the stress of our adolescents lives together, shall we?", You said, attempting to give him a comforting smile without showing how awkward you really felt.

Suna stood there, looking unresponsive (and in hindsight, constipated) to your invitation. He looked away for a few moments, before taking off his school jumper...and projectile lunching himself at you.

"OUCH- WHat the fuCK?", You yelped, the feeling of his weight on you. He didn't respond or react, instead, he adjusted himself and nuzzled into your chest even further. You took in this sight. Suna, laying on you.

Hesitating initially, you began to gently stroke his head, feeling his hair between your fingers. He instantly reacted to that by pushing his head further into your hand, obviously enjoying the feeling.

Removing it, you put both of your arms around him to hold him closer against you. You weren't able to see his face, and that was in his favour, because he would die before letting you see just how wide his grin was. The euphoria of this moment was purely overwhelming for him that he couldn't help himself.

Before shutting his eyes, he adjusted himself one last time, with his head in the crook of your neck. You felt his eyelashes against your skin, fluttering before gently shutting.

↬ Berry's after-writing note: this has been rotting for over 8 weeks im so HUMILIATED. I HATE THIS BROOO 🗿🗿🗿

[jotatetsuken]

I posted 2,515 times in 2022

That's 2,510 more posts than 2021!

889 posts created (35%)

1,626 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jotatetsuken

@mrskodzuken

@hyeque

@romiyaro

I tagged 2,301 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#musings of an extrovert - 575 posts

#talk to aisha - 448 posts

#shyna bonds with moots - 409 posts

#icymi from aisha ♥️ - 247 posts

#shyna selfrbs - 232 posts

#shyna recs - 155 posts

#shyna rants - 151 posts

#i got mail 🖋 - 111 posts

#aisha stop breaking the queue - 102 posts

#jotaro kujo - 98 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and able to focus intently on your goals. you fight to overcome obstacles and you don't give up easily. you probably have a mean competitiv

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

singing in the rain

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153 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#4

Jotaro Kujo Valentine’s Drabble

Prompts: “I need just one date.” “You think you can woo me with just one date?” “Absolutely.”

Thank you so much @creativepromptsforwriting for these lovely prompts <;3 @creativepromptfills it’s okay to reblog ^_^

Features: Jotaro Kujo x Reader

Scenario: An AU where Joseph, Avdol, Polnareff, Kakyoin, and Jotaro meet the reader in Japan and complete different missions before setting off on their biggest mission in Egypt. Also, Jotaro, Kakyoin, and the reader are adults here (of Polnareff’s age)

Warning: Suggestive scenes (if you're a minor and/or uncomfortable, best to stay away, or block #shyna suggestives :D), mention of injury and loss of blood, Jotaro being a teeny bit of OOC, maybe?

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, lovelies <3 I didn't realize that Jotaro's birthday had an official date according to some websites. Also, he being my current anime boyfriend has gotten me to dream about him in my subconscious. Gaah, I love this guy. Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day and Happy belated birthday, JoJo Baby <33

Number of words: 991 ( lol it was supposed to be a drabble, oh well idc it is a Drabble xD)

Taglist: @saltyvanilla @akaashi-todorki @pencilpoked-heart @tiddieluvr @quirrrky @fuwushiguro @kagejima @ofallthingswhythis

Let me know here if you want to join my tag list for future posts, and also, for suggestions (for AUs, characters as per the character rules) and feedback regarding my writing :D

Song: Harleys in Hawaii by Katy Perry

Joseph turns to Jotaro and me and asks, “Jotaro, (Y/N), what about you guys? How much money do you have with you?” Polnareff taunted us with a smirk, “Yeah, how much do you have? Kakyoin has 85 Singapore Dollars and I have 90.”Jotaro and I smirked back with him replying, “Ah, well, I still have 2000 Singapore Dollars.” I continued, saying, “and I have 3000 Singapore Dollars. So, guess who's going to have dinner in a fancy restaurant now?”

I glance at Jotaro, who nods and lightly chuckles along with me. Polnareff's eyes widen in shock. Avdol drags him along, saying, “Now, now, let them rest. They fought the most, after all.” We laughed as they were walking away, much to their chagrin, and as Jotaro looked in the other direction, Avdol gave a knowing smile and a thumbs up, reminding me as to why I needed to make the most of this.

When Jotaro and I first met through Avdol, our personalities were too opposite for us to understand each other. We'd argue for hours on end, even when we were forced to live as roommates. But, after our first mission together, when we went back to our hotel rooms, it's safe to say that Avdol and Joseph could hear a plethora of moans, groans, and grunts coming from our room.

What started as a way of relieving stress for us, became a means of expressing that we were getting addicted and accustomed to each other's touch, voices, and presence. It definitely seemed like a toxic way of bonding, but with us finding it difficult to get along initially, it definitely seemed like the best way out. However, on the last mission, before we set out to Singapore on our way to Egypt, a sword pierced through my stomach, causing me to lose a lot of blood. I remember before closing my eyes, that Jotaro was the first person to approach me and pick me up.

When I opened my eyes, I realized we were in the hospital, and the operation was successful and I was going to recover in a week. I was in the room with Jotaro beside me and holding my hand. “You’re awake,” he replies with a smile on his face and I noticed his eyes were baggy and the tears had dried off his cheeks. I smile at him and reply softly, “hi.” He approaches me, holds my head, and places a chaste kiss on my lips. When we pull away from the kiss, he tells me, “okay, Ms. (F/N) (L/N), as soon as you get out of the hospital, we’re going on a date okay?”

I was flabbergasted by his response and I said, “I didn’t know Mr. Jotaro Kujo can be open about his feelings. Since when did that happen?” He facepalms and replies, “Yare yare, since I thought I was going to lose you, woman. You scared me.” I chuckle, perch myself up with my elbows and I respond, “Okay then, mister. A date, you say?” He nods in agreement and smiles, “I just need one date.” I raise my eyebrow at him and ask him, “You think you can woo me with one date?” He brings his face closer to mine, kisses my forehead, and replies, “absolutely.”

As Jotaro looked in my direction, he cupped my cheek with one of his hands and asked, “Okay, so (F/N) where do you want to eat?” while caressing my cheek. As a tint of blush appears on my cheeks, I shrugged and replied, “well, there's this steak restaurant 10 minutes away. Want to walk there?” Jotaro smirked and replied, “I have a better idea,” and he pulls me to a corner of the street where there was a Harley Davidson CVO Road Glide in front of us. My mouth opens wide and my eyes widen as I turn to him and ask, “Jotaro, how, how did you get this? When did you get this?” He heaves a sigh and replies, “ah well, I asked the old man for some money,” his eyes looking down on the ground.

I put my arms around him, tilt my head to the left and ask him softly, “Jotaro, what did you tell Joseph?” He takes off his cap and ruffles his hair, replying,“ yare, yare, how does it matter? I told him that I wanted to...” his voice trailing into the air as he looks in another direction so as to hide the tint of blush that appeared on his cheeks, “take you out on a date.” My eyes widen as I look at him and tell him, “oh, it's funny because I was asking Avdol's advice on the same thing,” and I chuckle while slightly biting my bottom lip. Both of us look at each other and laugh. Then he put his cap back up and said, “so both of them are helping us. Do they know?”

I replied with another shrug, “I don’t know. But if that's the case, why don't we make the most of it? We could go to an aquarium, explore it, have a nice dinner at the steak restaurant, and go back to the room and watch a movie. It's Valentine's Day, after all.” Jotaro then clicks his tongue, responding, “The date was supposed to be my idea.” He then picks me up, gives me the helmet, puts me behind him, and sits on the Harley as he replies, “However, I’m glad that you’re alive and with me. That is something I wouldn’t trade for anything in this world.” As I put my helmet and put my arms around my waist, and place my chin on his shoulder, I say with a smile, “Happy Valentine’s Day, JoJo.” He then smiles as he starts the motorcycle, with the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen, and softly replies, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” I guess he did woo me before our first date began.

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161 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#3

'tis the damn season

features: hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used, written in 2nd person)

submission for: @woahsamu’s  “It's Always Been You” Collab  | song: ’tis the damn season - taylor swift | type of writing: oneshot | trope: slice of life, exes to lovers | wc: 2530

summary: when you come back to japan for the holiday season, while walking along the sidewalk enjoying the snow, a chance encounter with your ex reminds you how much you miss and still love him.

content warnings: partial haikyuu timeskip spoilers, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort, talks of the breakup, talks of commitment-phobia, the reader's being called baby, love

beta reading: @mxonigirimiya @portfolio-of-dreams @mrskenmakozume (ily all thank you so much <333) | networks: @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork

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a/n: when i first chartered my list of fics i was going to write for tumblr, i had a fleeting idea for this song along with iwa, and when the collab came into existence, i knew what i had to do: bring the idea to fruition. taylor swift's one of my favs (y'all know this lol), so it's no surprise that my writing's based on one of her songs. plus, I thought of creating a moodboard instead of the usual banner. also, this is based on a two-year relationship i'd had with my ex in uni before i left for the states and he decided to stay in india and prepare for civil services exam. as always, likes, reblogs, and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated.

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176 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#2

...That Wears the Crown ( A Royalty AU Collab)

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247 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Can I request for I want a baby prank with Guren Ichinose??? Ive been dreaming about that guy a lot recently <333

Awww sure thing Ro!!!! Guren's such a dreamy boy <3333 This gif and this website helped me channel my idea with this prompt for this scenario: Them huddled by the fireplace at night after making snow angels in the fresh snow. Oh and since it's been a while since I've watched Owari no Seraph, I'm sorry if this doesn't come out well. Oh and as a bonus, I thought of the song, Sweater Weather while writing this :D Anyway, let’s do thissss!

When we tell Guren Ichinose that we “want a baby”:

Warning: suggestive content <3, minors dni pleaseeee

Shyna's Seiyuu Birthday Celebration

He then brings his hand forward and introduces himself, “I am Guren Ichinose, the lieutenant Colonel of the Japanese Imperial Demon Army. I present to you two options: strive to live a normal life and risk being a target all over again,” then shrugs his shoulders and continue, “or you could join me and we could exterminate them together. You’ll be under my protection, I promise.” You bite your lower lip, pondering about the offer that was just presented to you. You weren’t someone that was into fighting, let alone slapping someone. But, in this cruel world that you were living in, you were needing to stand up for yourself. You then put your hand forward, accepting his offer. “I am (F/N) (L/N). I accept your offer, Lieutenant Guren,” you respond with a smile.

It’d been four years since the day that Guren kept you warm and safe from your vampiric partner, whom you'd run away from. You were working hard to join the Vampire Extermination Unit, but to no avail. It's not that you were weak. Oh, you certainly were not like the person Guren saw then. Lost, frail and having nowhere to go. You'd become stronger and smarter in your own right, being able to wield a sword faster than any of the initial candidates.

You were just too scared that you'd not be able to do your job well. Moreover, there was something that the Army didn't know: you'd begun a four year tryst with Guren. When you two weren't busy completing missions, both of you would find excuses to go to secluded places and immerse yourselves in each other.

From making out to lovemaking to doing it rough, you'd done it all. Every touch, every breath, every heartbeat. You'd made yourselves known to each other intimately.

You'd even decided to go on a couple of dates together, either by the vending machines or parks or by the fountains. His playful nature wasn't hidden from you, and he even had one of the best smiles in the entire regiment. He was also someone that valued teamwork and was strategic in his approach. It was official, you were becoming giddy over him.

But while you were slowly able to let your walls crumble down, Guren however, kept stuff to himself. While he was able to slowly reveal his past, you felt that he wasn't revealing enough. So, you came up with an idea.

You'd just come back from the hospital, where one of your friends had just given birth to a baby girl, where you'd warned your friend to run to a city that wasn't occupied by vampires yet, and promised her that you'd bring them back home safely. You'd then come outside your apartment to find Guren cladding thicker jackets on top of his uniform. He said, “Babe, let's go, it's cold outside,” with a big smile on his face. Taking you by your hand, he drags you outside into the snow, where both of you feel the chilly breeze hitting your face. Suddenly, you felt a ball of snow hitting your neck and you turn to see Guren throwing snowballs at you. You two have a good time together, chasing each other, frolicking in the snow, and making snow angels.

Later, you two come back to your apartment, take a huge blanket, sit on the couch and huddle by the fireplace. Snuggling up to him, you softly tell him with a smile, “Guren, I want a baby.”

His eyes widen in surprise as he didn't expect in the wildest of dreams for you to blurt it out. You suddenly hear his pacing heartbeat, and the moment you look into his purple eyes, he strokes your cheeks with his cold hand, asking you with a voice that seemed as calm as ever, “Are you sure that you want a baby?” You respond by nodding in agreement. You started to observe Guren even more.

“I'll think about it, okay? It's just, it's just...” You tried to complete his sentence for him, by saying, “A lot to ask for?” when he replied, “No, it's just that I've been wanting this too...” Your eyes widen in shock, “Wait, what? I thought...” He puts a finger on your lips and reply, “You thought I didn't want a baby, right? Truth be told, I wanted us to wait it out until this apocalypse is done with, because I'm scared of losing you the way I lost my family.” Your breathing hitched in your throat, with realization slowly hitting you. He's right. The war isn't over, not yet away. You nervously chuckle, “Alright, alright, chill! I was just messing around!” However, Guren's focus didn't move away from yours as he picks you up, off the blanket, from the couch in a bridal fashion. You flail your arms and legs as you protest, “Guren, babe, no....” That is when he places you on the bed, gently, as he comes on top of you and whispers, “Your wish is my command, baby....”

Finally omg! This took me a while, but I hope you enjoy it Ro! :D:D:D

265 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

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