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sbk-confessions · 8 months ago
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evil alternate universe I peeked into where sbk has a big enough fandom for DramaTM:
-people hate on kittrix for her warden shenanigans despite it happening, like, twice
-ship war over viking/avid vs marm/avid but enemies to lovers
-discourse over whether or not trog should be allowed on sbk bc theyre the creator of skyblock infinite. this gets 1000000x worse after the dragon egg auction
-everyone gets mad at artemis and elffe for starting wars for no reason. cmon guys theyre just being silly lol
-people take the "they forgot the end kingdom" thing seriously
-the joke about avid only tubing queer people gets REALLY out of hand
-through it all, the sakura spouses are forgotten </3
You've taken a glimpse into the darkest timeline.
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linlinmoon · 4 months ago
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hi bub! i'm not sure if you're taking requests rn, but if you are, i'd like to request a fluffy leona kingscholar x reader fic where reader can't stop playing with leona's tail 🤭🦁
Soft Spot
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🖋️: thank u for this request! reading and writing leona fics are my guilty pleasure, fun fact! riddle, leona, and malleus caught my eye the first ever time i got into twst yrs ago hihi :)) i hope u enjoy this one! i really enjoyed writing it within the day 🤍
🍰: word count: 994 words. gn! reader, fluff! leona kingscholar x reader (likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated !!)
Leona wouldn't have ever put his guard down around anyone, it's the one other important thing he learned being in the savannah. That you are vulnerable when you turn your back on someone, it's always been that way, survival of the fittest they say.
 So when you came into his life, well, it was a big change to say the least. Whenever you were around, he always had unexplainable emotions that was bubbling up inside of him. Urges that he wouldn't usually have, he knew it wasn't normal.
The feeling of wanting to know how you're hand felt in his, the way he yearned for the sensation of your hands going over his calloused ones, wanting to entangle his fingers into yours. How you would glance at him every now and then while you braid his hair for him on a lazy morning, the way your eyes moved when your gaze shifted elsewhere or how they would turn into crescents when you smiled. 
This was far from normal. Though he couldn't help but enjoy it and want more. He was wrapped around your finger. 
Lounging in the dimly lit space of his dorm where the sunlight would only seep through his room's opened blinds, he had you over to "keep him company" and didn't elaborate further. Not like he wanted or needed to anyway, unless it's just the fact that he didn't want to admit that he feels safer and comfortable when you're around. Or that he does like being around you, it wasn't lonely like it always was. You were "tolerated by him" (but of course, it's not just that.) 
You had lounged on a different seat near his bed while you spoke to him about the upcoming spelldrive tournament, asking him about how it was for the team when in preparation. 
“Just don't pull a stunt like the one you did last time. Competitiveness has it's limits too.”
“Not for me there isn't, it's just a matter of not wanting to lose, beasty. And our dorm is set on winning whether they like it or not.” He spoke, his lazy tone lingering in the air before it comes to a comfortable silence. 
Minutes would pass, the housewarden's eyes would droop a little to rest them. Ears twitching and his tail swishing around, it was a sign that he was still up and hadn't already fallen asleep on you.
Naturally due to you and Leona's difference in species, you had noticed the way his tail would swish around as he kept himself awake while doing so. It was the only other time you would see it up close, knowing him, he didn't let anyone touch or even come close to his tail. But supposedly, it was yet again different with you.
Unable to help yourself, you reach out to tamper with his tail a little. Feeling the hairs of the ends of his tail as you did so, causing him to open his eyes in curiosity of what you were doing. Your laughter rung in his ears, making his ears twitch and an amused smile tugging on the corners of his lips. As he watched you aimlessly play around, the same unexplainable feeling warms his heart again whenever he's around you. 
Following the movement of his tail aimlessly, you hadn't noticed him watching in amusement. He had kept quiet as he moved his tail around for you to follow it like you were some type of cat he was trying to lure in with a toy. It was amusing in his eyes, a soft snort escaped him as he tried to contain his laughter.
The housewarden begun to intentionally move his tail around in directions to watch your hands follow it suit. After a little while, he deliberately stops and lets you finally take his tail into your gentle grasp, not wanting to hurt him or anything. Leona's tail begins to wrap around your wrist and the entire length of your forearm before finally letting out a chuckle.
“Enjoyed yourself?”
“Well, it was fun while it lasted.”
“You're rather easy to please. You know, not everyone gets to do that with my tail.”
“Exactly, that's what makes it even more enjoyable.”
Leona glances up at you and barks out a gentle laugh before shaking his head, his eyes lingering again on your figure. Whatever this feeling was, and whatever it does to him, he does not want it to stop. He gestures a little as his grip on you by his tail ushers you forwards.
“Come here, lay with me, beasty.”
As you do so, his tail uncoils itself from your arms. His head had readjusted so it would lay on your chest with your body underneath him. 
You began to scratch his ears and card your fingers through his smooth thick locks of hair. Leona almost purred due to the sensation if he let himself give into it, maybe he would if it was any other day.
“I didn't think you were the type to like this. Though again, maybe I don't know you well enough then.”
“Maybe so.. You know, this is all new to me.. but I don't hate it.”
Sure, maybe it was because it was something other than the usual feelings of annoyance, bitterness, and hatred when it came to different aspects of his life as the second born prince or being the current housewarden of savanaclaw. But maybe, just maybe, it was simply because it was you. You and your whole being. The way you see him as not only a prince but just him, as a beastman and like any other his kind, just Leona. 
 “So.. you do like it?”
“Don't push your luck, beasty.”
His gaze adores you in so many absolute ways as he spoke. Resting his head on your chest, leaning into your touch with a hidden smile on his lips as he buries his face into you. Maybe just maybe, he'll let you make him vulnerable, just this once. 
“.. I just like having you around. i like it way more than I should.”
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bcacstuff · 10 months ago
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A Thank You
To start with a thank you to all the people in the comments on my previous post, and all the Anons, all the kind words, showing your support and appreciation for my blog. I received some very sweet and lovely messages which I will cherish and look again at when things get so negative that I start to question myself why am I doing this.
Snapped
Yes something snapped, after a long time ignoring all the harassment, negativity, toxicity, name calling and recently even threats in my inbox. Telling me, oh we all know how toxic this fandom is, isn't realistic. Logging on here and first being confronted with it personally as it is in my inbox, takes the fun and pleasure out of things. It's like getting home, but you first have to clean out your doorway because the neighbours dumped all their trash on it. At some point you will address your neighbours with this bad behaviour, wont you? (and probably not in the nicest way)
I ignored them all the time, trashed them right away stopped even reading them, as the content had not any substance. I wondered often, why do people do this? Does it make you feel better? Do you feel a hero hiding behind an Anon? Do you go tell your friends what you just sent to a person you clearly don't know the first thing about. Do you think it is justified because you don't like what I post or what doesn't fit your narrative?
It is never justified, no matter what, to do these kind of things to another human being. Never!
There are people that call me obsessed. When I see multiple harassment messages all similar, simply recognizable coming from the same person(s) on a daily basis in my inbox, lurking around on my blog just to get off on every post I publish, the second after I post it. Running to the Anon button to mock every word and purposely give a false interpretation of the things I write, or write on a daily basis on your blog about it, that is not obsession? But when I do what everyone does here, look at some IG accounts is obsession?
You know, posts on IG accounts stay there forever (most of the time), no matter when you look. Stories are published for 24 hours, and even forever when an account also puts them in their highlights. You surely know about that don't you? There is no need for me to watch every minute of the day an IG account, I don't refresh it every minute to see if there is something new. It's your biased imagination that makes you unable to see it in a normal way. I do not sit 24/7 in a cellar with 5 screens around me watching people. I also do not sit in my car for hours and hours in front of someone's house to wait till someone comes out of the house or arrives. That is stalking, watching someone's IG account isn't.
And perhaps I look at a few things more related to an IG account, like the analytics, as an interest because of my marketing background, using a simple tool available for everyone, doesn't make me obsessed or a stalker either. There is no need to watch it every minute of the day either, I can refresh it whenever I like, the numbers from a whole month (and more) are still there.
Saying I keep track of every move he does is a false interpretation. I don't know what he ate for breakfast this morning, or what color socks he wears today. I don't know all the time where he hangs out, what he is doing or whom he is with. I don't know, I know as much as you all! I simply use my logic, can see like you all can at what times he posts, and as he has his habits and patterns (which you learn easily over a bit of time) it is no rocket science to see when these times shift and he likely traveled to a place in another timezone. That doesn't justify calling someone obsessed or a stalker neither.
And then, on top of it all, I learned some things about his activity last weekend, which was perhaps the last drop. Yes I added that part, because it was part of why something snapped in me at that moment. Perhaps my reaction would have been different if it didn't came on top of all this negativity and toxicity I already deal with for a long time and only got more. Oh yes, I could've simply stayed quiet about it and perhaps I would have if not for above reasons. People that like to say I did mention it because I was just seeking attention, are just ignorant. Gosh the (negative) attention in my inbox is overwhelming, I don't need it and actually wish it wasn't so OTT. But since I mentioned it, I will address it in a separate post, but don't get too excited. I will share how I learned about it but wont elaborate on my personal thoughts which I choose to keep to myself. I also will not share any name or any other details.
If you don't like my blog, don't like to read about some things I post, don't like me as a person; Remember instead of running to the Anon button to lecture me and give me unwanted (and very unneeded) advise about how I should run my blog or live my life after you called me out, you also have the option to scroll on or move to another blog. You don't need to read my blog, I don't force you to come to my blog, you are here on your own free will and can leave whenever you want.
Anon
As a result of all this bad behaviour, I have switched off the Anon option. It's a bit with a heavy heart, as I prefer to keep my blog open and accessible to everyone who wants to be here and send messages to me. You still can send a message, but only with an account which will be visible to me. You can of course ask me to hide it when I choose to post your message, I will absolutely do so. For me it is just a way to finally prevent the cowards to send hateful messages to me.
I feel sorry for the ones that do not have an account on here and always gave me useful tips, and sent constructive messages. I hope you'll understand and consider to create an account. I don't mind if there is nothing on it, I don't see empty blogs necessarily as a sockaccount like some do.
I have to say, since switching the Anon option off, I received 0 messages. (that tells you a lot about how brave the Anons are) I enjoy the calm, the positive feeling instead of the negative feeling that I first need to clean out all this crap when I log on. So I will keep it this way at least for a while, and perhaps even forever.
Let's just try to keep the good and positive atmosphere here again, have some fun, some good discussions in a respectful way and exchange our thoughts on things.
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mysteria157 · 1 year ago
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Chapter 2
Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader
Word Count: ~3.6k
CW: More profanity, reader’s best friend being a brash pervert
Summary: Flashback chapter. That first day when you meet him, you’re bright eyed and ready to work alongside him, filled with so many ideas that will benefit the company. Him, Nanami Kento, a highly esteemed director that always made your stomach flip in desire. But it turns out, he’s not what you thought. 
Notes: Hi! Thank you all for sticking through. Reblogs, likes, or comments are always appreciated but not necessary <3 I hope you enjoy reading!
Divider: @cafekitsune
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It Had To Be You Masterlist
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Everything was always bigger in Tokyo.
With ten times more people than your modest city of Sendai, it was always a wonder when you got the chance to visit. It wasn’t like you didn’t have the means, but it was still too far for a weekend getaway so you couldn’t go as often as you liked.
Marketing agencies from all over Japan had gathered for the weeklong excursion to celebrate accomplishments, announce future ideas, and collaborate with one another to strengthen cross functional bonds. Your marketing agency was currently bringing in the most revenue, with the Tokyo branch sitting at the forefront. Naturally, they were given the opportunity to hold the annual summit of what intended to be the biggest event of the year.
For Ome, it was a chance to get away from her ‘boyfriend’. Normally, that would raise alarm for anyone else. But when she caught her boyfriend balls deep in his secretary after she tried to surprise him for lunch, leaving the city was better than setting his office on fire.
For you, it was another opportunity to network and get your name out there. The Tokyo branch was the headquarters for the marketing agency you worked for. Anyone who held any sort of higher distinction walked the halls of the building.
“You look fucking fantastic, stop fidgeting.”
You glowered at Ome, cheeks heating in embarrassment before smoothing down your ensemble for the 10th time in the elevator. A baby pink long sleeved mock top tucked into white high waisted office pants seemed like a safe option. You had your long spiral curls tucked away into a low bun, small stud diamond earrings and a modest gold necklace to complete the look.
“Did you spend all night trying to put that together?”
You rolled your eyes at her comment.
“No.” Yes.
“Stop making fun of me, I’m fucking nervous.”
She scoffed before walking in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders. Of course, she looked gorgeous in her airy button up long sleeve shirt. Of course, she could pull off the skirt that stopped right at her knees and hugged every natural curve of her body. Her twist out was flawless and was pinned on top of her head, thick kinky bangs framing her face.
Natural African beauty wasted on a deadbeat boyfriend.
“Listen to me. You’re the smartest woman I have ever bothered to keep in my life, you’ve worked hard to get to where you are, you know who you are, and you know what you do. Be yourself and don’t try to be a hero. It’s annoying.” You snorted, smiling softly at her before wringing out your hands.
“Plus, you’re hot as fuck, if words don’t work just push up your tits.”
You smacked her hands off your shoulders, the action only making her chuckle.
“Don’t worry, your little office crush will definitely see that fat ass of yours.”
“Jesus Christ, Ome!”
Her chuckles ripped through the air as the elevator doors finally opened.
Being on the 48th floor of a 50 story skyrise definitely felt different from your office in Sendai. A simple receptionists desk was the first thing you both saw. Large and decorated with a fresh bouquet of roses, a woman with a name you didn't have time to learn and bright blue hair greeted you both and directed you past her. The small hallways leading away from her desk gave way to the rest of the entire office floor which was bustling with activity. It was so much more spacious than your own; intricately designed to have many cubicles up against the floor to ceiling glass windows and hallways leading to private offices and breakrooms separately. The center of the floor was open and complete with rich brown couches and a coffee table in the center to make for an open relaxing area for coworkers and visitors. The walls were decorated with minimalistic design, plants and flowers adorned corners and climbing vines wrapped around the cubicles. Even though everyone seemed to be so busy, it felt quite cozy for an office.
Jin rose from one of the couches when he spotted us, his pink locks like a beacon.
“You both look beautiful. Let me show you to the conference room before the rest of the team arrives.”
The Tokyo office had rented out a venue for the summit to house all their events for the week, but Jin wanted his team to actually meet with the branch a day before the festivities were set to begin. Today would just be a meet and greet on a more personal level. Even though that personal level would include various directors and the Vice President.
You smoothed your hands down your pants again as the looming anxiety slowly began to pull its way up your legs. No one looked your way as you walked past them, which should have been more than enough to calm you down.
“You’re looking pretty good from back here.”
Ome’s quiet voice mocked, her words curling around a good natured chuckle as her heels clicked on the floor behind you. You whirled around to glare at her, an elegant brow arching back at you in challenge.
“Quit it!” you hissed under your breath.
“Don’t frown, y/n. You don’t want your boo to see you so upset.”
You gaped openly at her before turning back around in silence, your face heating instantly. It’s not that Ome’s words were mean. They were blunt, just like her because you knew she was only acting this way to make you see how stupid you were being. You knew your stuff. You could probably walk into that conference room and take over if you needed to.
You were going to be fucking fine. And as far as the ‘crush’? It was completely illogical.
For all you knew, Nanami Kento had no idea you even existed.
The feelings were miniscule and stupid to entertain. He was serious in almost every interaction when it came to work. Monthly company video calls gave you a glimpse of the man behind the deep but distinctive voice. He was quick and to the point, never beating around the bush, and always one to express his disdain for open ended questions. He didn’t rise to his position out of sheer luck.
Nanami had never spoken a word to you. Never sent an IM to ask about project plan updates. Never called you on the phone to praise you on the last account you brought to the company.
But he had the most detailed reports you had ever read in your life. He wore odd glasses from the chances you could glance at him through the computer camera that always seemed to make your stomach flip. He seemed to be disconnected from the people around him but incredibly steadfast and involved with his work and the quality it brought to the company. Smart, efficient, and handsome as hell.
None of your current emotions made any sense.
Just a stupid teenage rom-com crush that would probably not have the happy ending of the guy finally noticing you and deciding to ask you out on a date.
But that didn’t stop you from putting together an outfit that was modest enough to show how professional you were but form fitting enough to show off your body.
If your words don’t work, show off your tits.
Dammit, Ome.
The cold air from the conference room shocked you out of your thoughts. The adjacent wall was complete floor to ceiling windows, brightening the large room and making it feel less sterile. The small group of people already present stood upon your entry and bowed gently.
“Welcome!” The voice was loud and gruff, the source a tall and well built man with sharp and rough features. Dark brown short hair that was shaved on all sides but spiky at the top, thick dark brown eyebrows and an even thicker mustache and goatee.
Stopping in front of you all, he smiled, the delightful gesture a sharp contrast to his serious exterior.
“Masamichi Yaga. It’s so wonderful that you all could join us today. I hope this week will be as exciting as we made it out to be in the itinerary.”
Jin shook his hand.
“I’m sure we will. The rest of our team should arrive shortly. For now, these are the two I told you about who keep everything smooth and efficient. Omelia Obeje, one of our Data and Analytics Specialists…”
Ome bowed politely, a gentle smile on her usually serious face.
“Pleased to meet you sir. Itadori-san likes to boast us both but,” she tilted her head towards you. “She’s the real brains of the team.”
You widened your eyes minutely, the anxiety that was sliding at up your legs now coming back alive to inch its way up your stomach with the intent to wrap around your throat. You bowed to cover your expression.
“F/n, L/n, sir. Jin and Omelia are incredibly modest, but I’m pleased to meet you.”
Yaga introduced you to everyone in the room. Everyone was polite and offered conversation, even going as far as to ask you about life in Sendai. But the brightest of the group were three interns that Yaga was doing his best to tutor. The most excited of the bunch, Itadori Yuji, was a stark contrast to his father’s calm and gentle demeanor. He bowed a little too sharply, his pink locks such an odd sight to see on someone else besides your boss. His friend, Kugisaki Nobara, took every opportunity to cut him off, speaking over him and lifting her chin with every exclamation as a means to assert dominance in the trio. The tallest was the most quiet, deep blue locks in natural disarray as he bowed politely and introduced himself in an equally quiet voice as Fushiguro Megumi.
You could feel your nerves settling slowly, and whatever body language you were giving off was enough for Ome to slide back next to you after a lull in conversation, quiet and withholding.
“You’re doing well.” She was teasing again but the hint of affection was enough to make you roll your eyes and smile at her. “Have you even thought about what you’re going to say to him?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, the question making your mind stutter as you scrambled for an answer. “You know…besides ‘Hello, my name is y/n. I’m the best at my job, I have a fat ass and I could rock your world if you let me.’”
You rolled your eyes for what felt like the 12th time of the morning, the corners of your lips curling up into a smile before you snorted at her.
“I’m serious, y/n. Any man would be lucky to even ask you out on a date. Be confident in yourself.”
That was the odd thing about Ome. As much as her words were blunt and cold, she could make you also feel like the best person in the room. At least she did with you anyway.
You hadn’t really had luck with relationships in the past. And it was simply because you never had the time. College was just as busy as high school. Your spare time was often spent on small hobbies, hanging out with Ome and other friends, and working part-time to pay your bills and stay ahead in every aspect of your life.
When you did entertain the thought of something with a man, it was always short-lived. You were too rigid with giving into compromise, too work obsessed, too busy thinking ahead and not living in the moment. At least thats what they told you. The one relationship that was long-term had ended so terribly that you didn’t leave your apartment for a month. So by the time you had graduated college, you were resigned to entertain a one night stand a few times a year and the comfort of your vibrator that never failed you.
Whatever words Ome was speaking to you at the time seemed to ebb into the background as a tall man—or probably the tallest man you had ever seen—walked up to you both. His snow white hair hung loose on his head, falling in layers and covering a fresh undercut. His face was soft, but his jaw sharp with full lips and smooth skin. But the most jarring were his eyes. Bright blue orbs that seemed to glow even in the sunlight, thick eyelashes that matched his hair color framed the exotic orbs as they gazed at you and Ome both. He was probably the most beautiful man you had ever seen.
He introduced himself as Satoru Gojo, Director of Product Management, and like all men who manage to breathe the same air as Ome, was transfixed with her immediately.
“Are you single?”
The question made you chuckle sharply. A high executive blatantly flirting with a colleague was ballsy. But he seemed like the type to do exactly what he wanted and give a shit about it some other time. Or just not give a shit about it at all.
Ome simply raised a brow at him.
“It’s only 8am, how very desperate.”
His bright eyes seemed to flash with mirth. “I’m just surprised there aren’t more people over here trying to talk to you.”
If it was an attempt to flirt, he wouldn’t get far with her.
“I hate vague innuendos and I’m not interested. Do you mind moving out of the way, Beanpole? You’re blocking the sunlight.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying desperately to not laugh as you watched Gojo gape at her in shock, confusion, and then outright joy as he smiled pearly whites down at her.
“You think I’m tall—”
“Gojo, bothering our colleagues is not the most logical way to spend your time.”
His voice made your stomach drop instantly, the hairs on the back of your neck rising but not our of fear as his tall frame stopped next to Gojo. He wasn’t as tall as Gojo, but you could hardly tell the difference. His blonde hair was fuller than you thought now that you could see him in the flesh, with locks combed back perfectly and parted along the side. The same odd glasses you remembered from video calls sat perched on his nose and you could just make out brown irises through his dark frames thanks to the sunlight. A hard cut jaw and cheekbones, and full lips pressed into a relaxed line made his expression just as serious as you remembered. A muscular but lean frame sat beneath a rich ensemble of deep tan slacks and a blazer, a navy blue button up with a spotted yellow and black tie.
Jesus fuck.
Nanami Kento bowed to you both, introducing himself as the Director of Strategic Partners. You knew. Of course, you knew. You had seen his fine print on many reports from recent projects next to Yaga’s name. To be so actively involved with the Vice President had to have been an honor.
After Ome introduced herself, she jerked her head in the direction of Gojo.
“Is he always this thirsty?”
“Unfortunately. Please ignore him.”
He shifted away from Gojo’s protesting form, eyes falling on you. You cleared your throat and bowed softly as you introduced yourself, willing your voice to remain even and smooth as you felt his steady gaze.
Be confident. You got this. Say something.
But before you could even open your mouth to utter another word, Yaga and Jin had called the room to settle.
You managed to avoid Nanami for most of the day. When he was in your vicinity to speak, it was always in observation as he watched others engage with you instead. Ome kept her mouth shut, too busy insulting Gojo at every opportunity that he managed to speak to her. It was intriguing to watch and even funnier to realize he was probably bringing her the most entertainment in a very long time.
Ome was having the time of her life, however your current source of stress lay in front of you in the form of mahogany doors. A gold name plate gazed back at you, K. Nanami.
After an hour of intense work that you were given the ability to draft, Yaga and Jin had practically shoved you out of their office with the documents and the opportunity to work closely with Nanami for the week to learn from his point of view. It was perfect for you. You could gain more experience and try not to have a heart attack in his close proximity.
You made it a point to avoid Ome on the walk down to his office but now you couldn’t deny her words of ‘encouragement’ may have been helpful in this moment.
You clenched the manilla folder in your hands, taking a slow breath before squaring your shoulders and knocking on his door. His deep voice answered from the other side, beckoning you in.
The inside of his office was warmer than you were expecting. The room was clean and crisp, a large bookshelf against the wall filled with texts that you would have to look closely at some other time. A tall and well cared for Monstera Deliciosa was growing in another corner under the bright sunlight, and his walls were filled with plaques, certificates, and artwork that had your mind racing with intrigue. His own desk was large for you but seemed to suit his tall frame. And he sat behind it, his blazer off and hanging on his deep red chair, elbow resting on his desk and his chin resting on his fist, Nanami sat. His stature radiated indifference and you tried not to let that shake you as you closed his door and walked to stand in front of his desk.
“Itadori-san and Masamichi-san thought it would be a great opportunity if we worked closely together this week. I look forward to working with you.”
He didn’t respond immediately, harsh eyes analyzing you to a degree that had your hands gripping the manilla folder a little tighter.
“May I have those?”
The large hand propping up his chin folded out towards you, long fingers crooking back towards him as a means to hurry you along. You gave him the documents, throat dry as you struggled for something else to say. He seemed to really…not want you here. And as excited as you were to be in his presence, the indifference was enough to second guess walking in here.
“While I understand Yaga and Itadori-san's intentions, I’m afraid having someone else working with me this week is not feasible.”
Immediately, you felt your blood run cold, your face falling minutely.
“I don’t under—”
“Having someone else working with me is not feasible. It’s a very easy statement to grasp.”
All hints of anxiety seemed to fizzle out immediately, your crestfallen face slowly shaping into a glower.
“I don’t think I’ve done anything to you to warrant this kind of harshness, Nanami-san.”
You tried to smooth out the expressions on your face. There was no doubt he could clearly see the anger on your face. You had done everything right, had been nothing but polite to him. Even if he was busy with work, this kind of reaction was completely unnecessary.
He pulled in a deep breath, broad shoulders rising with the movement as he looked away from you and instead flipped through the documents you had given him.
“I’ve already allocated the resources that I need for this week. Your assistance isn’t wanted. Perhaps Gojo can show you how things work, because I’m unfortunately quite busy.”
He managed to spew it all out without looking up from his desk, long fingers idly pressing against the paper to help guide his eyes as he read. Your assistance isn’t wanted.
The indifference in the room quickly gave way to tension, making your stomach clench and twist as the anxiety began to make itself known again.
And almost immediately your patience had worn out.
“I know how things work—”
“I mean no disrespect.” He cut you off again, flaring the anger in your veins. “This happens every year when Yaga tries to push someone into my office during the annual summit and I have to walk them through the basics.”
You clenched your fists against the sides of your pants, red beginning to cloud the edges of your vision. Walk you through the basics? As if you were an intern fresh out of college, desperate to learn but lacking any of the skills necessary to succeed.
You suddenly didn’t find him very admirable at all as he opened his mouth to speak again.
“I don’t have the time—”
“Saying it twice doesn’t make you sound smarter.” The harsh tone coming out of your mouth shocked you, but you didn’t let it show as you glared at him. “I can see that you’ve already made up your mind about me even though you’ve hardly said a word to me.” His eyes widened minutely before narrowing. You jutted your chin out toward the papers beneath his hand.
“When you’re done looking at the same word over and over, you’ll find the content schedule, marketing plan, and a partially drafted work agreement.” He gaze didn’t falter, but you could see the slight ruddiness in his cheeks. From what, you didn’t really care to try and figure out. What a stupid mistake this was.
“Don’t look so put out. I put it together and Masamichi-san approved them. That should check a few things off your list. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to see if Gojo-san has ‘something for me to do’”.
You didn’t bother to look at his reaction as you whirled around and walked briskly from his office, slamming the large door on your way out.
Like you said before. Your emotions towards him made no sense at all.
After all, this wasn’t a fucking teenage rom-com.
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indras-wife · 1 year ago
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hii, it's nice to see your blog and the uchiha writings especially the nsfw(s) TwT
if I may request some nsfw, can you write about izuna's (you may add indra :3) scenario with an older otsutsuki woman s/o? like, the woman has more power than them but is very submissive in bed and simps for them without any hesitation
thank youu and have a nice dayy
Hi anon!! Thank you so much for the nice words. Being new in writing NSFW content and my works being appreciated makes me so so happy! And thank you for such an interesting request too~!!I had fun writing this request<3<3.Hope you like it and have a nice day too!
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Indra
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Indra is usually not the type of man who is bewitched by a woman, especially when she is stronger and older than him. During his life he didn't come in contact with many woman who were older than him so he typically does not know how to interact with them and frankly doesn't want to talk with them as well.
His perspective of women in general is very low: they are just baby making machines and nothing else. Sometimes however, he also views them as a way to relieve his sexual frustration. This man has crazy sex drive and needs to release it from time to time. Masturbation helps, but he loves having sex more.
His opinions however start to change when he meets with the beautiful woman who came to the compound one day, claiming to be a friend of his father. The moment Indra saw the woman, he felt her strong chakra, which was even greater than his. This made him feel..jealous. How dare she be stronger than him? She is just a woman! It really made him angry.
As he found out later, the woman, Y/n, was supposed to stay there for some time. Indra for some reason was more agitated upon hearing the news. He really could not bare being close to a woman who was making him feel so inferior. The woman however, wanted to learn more about him, as she was trying to strike conversations with him very every chance she got.
Indra, being the detail-oriented man he is, could not help but notice that with him, she was different. She was not as brave he thought, in fact she was the quite opposite: shy, unable to look at him in the eyes and very hesitant. She was not like that with others, but Indra did not want to spend time thinking about her behavior. He had other things to deal with.
Much to his surprise though, they did get closer. It started when Indra discovered Y/n in the library late at night, reading one of the books his father wrote. They bonded easily with discussing the written ideologies. He couldn't help but admit that she was a very smart woman and he really liked it. He was wek for smart women and Y/n was VERY smart, smarter than any woman he came in contact with.
Slowly, their new found friendship blossomed into something more when one day drunk Y/n, confessed her feelings for him. It was not a simple confession, more like a declaration of lustful wishes. Y/n, in her extremely drunk state, could not help but tell him how much she wanted him to take her and how she has been imagining doing all sorts of things with him ever since she came to the compound. Indra knew she was too shy to tell him that and he guessed the reason for her drinking was to confess her desires.
The older woman, despite being few years older than the man in front of her, felt embarrassed confessing to him. She was expecting that Indra would be angry at her, but oh how surprised she was when Indra grabbed her jaw, turning her face to him and kissing with such passion she has never ever seen. Little did she know, the man was burning in lust for her as much as she was.
Their makeout session turned longer, both of the unable to keep their hands off each other. The lust was too hard to ignore, and they soon fell in the arms of lovemaking, becoming one with one another. Moans and loud sounds filled the room.
Indra was not expecting to feel that good with Y/n, who was making such erotic faces and noises under him that were driving him to the edge. She was so submissive, that Indra couldn't believe she is a holder of such power. She was listening to his every demand and order, getting into positions the younger Otsutsuki was desiring. Indra, who usually would not leave any mark on a woman he was having sex with, was burning with the desire to mark Y/n's body.
In the morning, they both woke up in the same bed, cuddled together. Y/n, upon waking up, did not have any memory of last night, so Indra had to explain it to her, while kissing each hickey he placed on her body. Y/n, now blushing madly, listened to him calmly. Of course, their talk prolonged because Indra wanted to fuck her more and of course taste her. Their age difference was not stopping him and in fact he did not care about it too. As long a Y/n remains that shy, submissive woman he love, he will continue to gladly fuck her to oblivion.
They agreed to continue their meetings, which usually resulted to making love for hours and pleasuring each other however they wanted. Indra was able to train Y/n to go down on him, as he enjoyed watching her be on her knees, his throbbing cock in her mouth. He also loved going down on her, as her shyness, her attempts at trying to cove her moans, was making eating her out even hotter.
Overall, they both found what they desired in each other: Indra, a submissive and shy woman who let him do whatever he desired to her body, and Y/n, a man who was driving her crazy with everything he did and said. A very happy couple indeed with lots of sex drive
Izuna
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Unlike Indra, Izuna is a ladies man. Oh this man ENJOYS having sex whenever he can and with whoever he can. Age and the power gaps between them was not holding a critical point for him. The only thing that mattered to him was getting his balls empty and his cock sucked till he got tired of it.
His first meeting with the older woman was when he came to his usual brother, angrier than usual. A general fucked up during a meeting and it got Izuna more irritated than it should. His anger could also arise from the fact that he did not get any new woman for some time and was starting to get tired of the ones who he was sleeping with.
That day upon his arrival, as if a gift from heavens itself, he was greeted by the older Otsutsuki woman, who instantly grabbed his attention with her very long greyish hair and emerald eyes, a combination he doesn't see frequently. Her soft, honey dipped voice even sent chills to his body, intriguing his interest even more.
Wanting to spend more time with her, Izuna ordered for others to not interfere and that only Y/n should serve his needs. This of course, surprised everyone, but they didnt dare to question Izuna's decision or else they would lose their heads.
As Y/n was on her knees, a position Izuna himself ordered, serving sake to him, he kept constantly looking at her, asking questions about her life and why he had never seen her before.
"I am new here my lord...Arrived a few days ago.." she spoke softly. "Very well...I assume you then know what this place and why men like me come here, Y/n" he spoke, putting a finger under her jaw and raising her head, his charcoal irises meeting her emerald ones.
"Yes my lord...if you allow me.." she slowly got up, anxiety rising in her chest. During the few days she was here, she never slept with a man, and Izuna would be the first one she has to sleep with. He looked to be a young man, around 20, and Y/n, being in her thirties, felt that she was too old for him. She sighed, unbuttoning her kimono and letting it fall on the floor.
Her naked body looked ready to be devoured, and Izuna was getting impatient at the sight. Oh how he loved new meat~ He pulled her to his lap hard, earning a small moan from her. Y/n could not bring herself to look at him, as she was very shy. Its her first time with a man after all.
"Are you scared of me..~ Maybe shy..?" Izuna asked, nibbling her neck as his hand found its way between her legs. He felt her heartbeat increase, which made him chuckle. He could tell this woman was not an ordinary one, but why was she so shy around him? A woman who was working in a brothel was shy to let a man touch her. Absurd.
Izuna however was no monster. As much as he wanted to just plunge himself in her, to feel her tightness and pound her hard as if there's no tomorrow, he held himself back. Instead of his usual tactic, Izuna decided to first calm her and reassure her. He put her on the bed, caressing her body and planting soft kisses. His skillful finger were rubbing her clit, earning few moans out of her.
The more he rubbed and fingered her, the more she relaxed. She was stills shy, closing her legs from time to time and trying to cover her naked body. Her attempts were futile of course, as Izuna stopped her each time. When she reached her climax and released hard, moaning his name sweetly, Izuna decided she was ready. He was throbbing the whole time, his cock ready to get out of his pants and plunge in her tight cunt.
He got rid of his clothes swiftly and thrusted hard in her, pulling her legs on his shoulder at the same time. It took some time to get adjusted to his size, but she was soon a moaning mess, her nails digging in his back and her begging him t fuck her harder and faster.
Oh how could Izuna ignore such sweet pleas? He would never forgive him if he didn't satisfy her, so he kept fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her feminine energy was turning him hard, making him fuck her for the whole night. Izuna usually would not sleep with someone that long, but she felt so right to him that he could not stop himself. He fully emptied himself inside her, his cum running down her thighs and legs, a sight he is never tired of seeing.
When they woke up in the morning, Izuna felt more satisfied than he ever did with anyone. Y/n, was happy that she could satisfy him, but in her heart she still felt anxious. What if he gets mad upon finding out how old she is. And her origin as well. She was able to disguise as a mere mortal by masking her chakra, but she could not keep it for a long time. With guilt in his heart, she confessed her age and her origin to Izuna, explaining how she is in her thirties and that she isn't even human, but an alien.
"Alien pussy is really good then. I must be the only man who fucked a hot alien! And for your age...sweetheart I could care less really. You being older doesnt matter at all, after all I loved fucking an older woman like you more than others in my age range" he spoke calmly. This brought calmness to Y/n, as she did not have the need to hide her true self anymore.
From that moment on, every time Iuzna visited the same brother, Y/n already knew he would desire her and each time she would waste no time running to him. She was still embarrassed every time, but it didnt stop Izuna from fucking his now favorite woman.
A little bonus thingy~
Both of the men, being head over heels in love with their older women, asked their hand in marriage. Their families, Hagoromo and Madara, were of course against the marriage, but Indra and Izuna did not care one bit. They wanted to spend their lives with women who matched their vibes and completed them, and that's what they did in the end.
No disapproving glares of his father and no discouraging words from his big brother were able to stop these two men. After all, they both get what they want, even if the world is against them.
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within-your-eyes-if · 1 year ago
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A Few Updates
Hello everyone!
I have some exciting news and a few thoughts I want to share. Another long update, I'm sorry!
Codex Update: As you know, I've been working on updating the Codex. I've put a lot of thought into each entry, balancing new ideas with existing lore. While a lot of elements were already established, delving deeper into some topics has inspired some new ideas, and I want to ensure everything fits seamlessly. With this in mind, I'm considering releasing what I have so far while I continue to ponder over some of these newer concepts and refine older ones. In the next few days, I'll be going through more feedback to address some issues found before I plan to release the update.
New Story: I'm excited to share I've released a prologue and first chapter for From Here to Again! Writing something different is meant to help me grow as a writer and expand upon things I might not have considered before, especially when writing Twine.
I will not be making a Tumblr for this story right now, sorry!
I know I've shared other stories that I planned, and here are some updates on those:
Nautical Lost would definitely benefit from a later release as Within Your Eyes grows, as this story will expand upon the world lore and some events that will happen.
The Innkeeper (a working title), I decided to hold off on because I'm terrible at management games, it seems. It was meant to be a fun little story with shenanigans. However, I do want to revisit the idea later.
Short Stories: I've expressed I want to make some short stories, but I feel like there's a point in WYE I want to pass first before getting into them. But I do have one I'm working on that I want to release alongside Part Two that delves into the past.
Worries About Burnout: I know some of you are/might be worried about burnout, but I feel like I have a good system for myself. Writing is a journey I haven't explored much before. I did write, but it's something I didn't think I was good at because, honestly, I was told I wasn't. I know I'm not the greatest, but I want to grow and learn as a writer. I've been taking breaks to focus on other things I enjoy, even if it's still writing out ideas for other stories.
I appreciate all of the concern in this regard, not just for my well-being, but also for the love of my story. To see it abandoned would be heartbreaking not just for my readers, but for me as well. 'Within Your Eyes' has been an idea long in the making, shifting and growing. It's something I've always wanted to share, and I'm so happy I have!
Time for Questions: I'm ready to start answering some of your questions regarding Part One. Enough time has passed, I believe, to start delving into these. To respect those who haven't caught up yet, I'll include any spoilers under a 'Read More' tag. However, be mindful that some questions themselves might contain spoilers.
Regarding certain asks/scenarios, I think that discovering the answers through the story rather than in a post might be more rewarding. While I may still respond to these, I'll be thoughtful about placing them under a 'Read More' tag as well.
Regardless, I've been thinking more about how I should approach questions, not only in a way that's satisfying to you, but also benefits the story.
Closing Thoughts: Sorry again for the long update. I've been very reflective after releasing a second story, and I hope no one sees this as me diverting from WYE. I'm grateful for every one of you and for all of your words of encouragement and love. I hope you enjoy From Here to Again (if you decide to check it out) and continue to look forward to our Warden's journey.
Thank you!
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solomons-poison · 1 month ago
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Ode to Hot Chocolate
Mozart x reader
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: ̗̀➛ A/N: A sweet little piece written as my secret Santa gift for @cowboy-rowlet back in December. Realized I never posted it here and I think it's been long enough. Since there was a whole mixup between hot cocoa and chocolate confections in Mozart's route, I thought it'd be fun to explore modern day hot chocolate with him, too 😊
: ̗̀➛ Warnings: GN reader. Sweet and fluffy, with a little bit of Mozart sass. Slight angst?? Mostly comfort
: ̗̀➛ Word count: 1566
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It had been a small handful of months since Mozart had come to the future (the present?) with you. It hadn't been a decision that came to either of you quickly, or lightly, but as Mozart's belief in his works grew and his dreams of building his music career again filled his mind, it was decided that this was for the best.
Things were rough in the beginning, getting him adjusted to the way people spoke, getting him used to being in modern vehicles, and not to mention figuring out how to give him a legal presence back home. Thankfully, he was a quick learner, and it wasn't long before he could handle a smartphone by himself, learned to use a computer, and (reluctantly) came to rely on public transport to teach at a local college's music program. You'd even introduced him to the keyboard; a wooden piano was too expensive to get just yet, so the electronic variety would have to do for now, and though it took getting used to, your lover was still appreciative of the things you did to make him happy and comfortable.
That was in the summer. Mozart had been blown away by the concept of central air conditioning to keep cool, more than a little thankful for modern technology. Now, however, winter had the landscape in its grasp, its chilly fingers creeping through every crevice in your house and leaving both you and Mozart with freezing hands more often than not, despite the hard work of your heating system. Mozart's displeasure with the weather was almost palpable, especially as it made it difficult to play the piano, fingers too frozen to be as nimble as he preferred. Part of you couldn't help but find his disgruntled look funny, but tried your best to keep quiet as you reassured him that it wasn't the end of the world, a brilliant idea coming to mind. To raise your lover's spirits, you dragged him into the kitchen, mindful of the suspicious pair of violet eyes watching you as he stood there, wrapped in his favorite blanket.
“I really would have preferred to stay in my seat, you know,” Mozart muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. “Why did you drag me out here?”
“Because, it's more fun together,” you simply replied, getting two mugs out of a kitchen cabinet and setting a kettle full of water on the stove.
Mozart simply stared at you, grumpy confusion on his face. Okay, being cute wasn't working. As you turned the stove on to boil some water, you then reached into another cabinet and pulled out a ceramic jar shaped like an owl, holding it out for Mozart to inspect.
“Swiss Miss…?” he read off the tag, brows furrowing before he read the next words, a light of recognition finally appearing in his eyes. “Hot cocoa mix? Is this what I think it is…?”
You couldn't help but clap. “Yes! It's hot chocolate. I wanted to make it for you now that the weather is chilly,” you said, beaming at him. You didn't miss the way your lover's eyes sparkled for a moment, before he feigned continued displeasure.
“I see.” He put the jar down, but his eyes lingered on the ceramic owl. “Still, did that require my company? You were making such a fuss that I come along, I thought it'd be something more important.”
You ignored the barbed words, now prepping your ingredients, and Mozart watched with cautious curiosity as you set down a small container labeled “cinnamon”, a bag of puffy white things, and a metal can on the counter.
“You say that now, but you'll be thanking me soon,” you said. “Nothing is better on a cold winter day than a nice hot mug of hot chocolate. It'll warm your hands and your body right up, and I wanted to show you how we do hot chocolate in the modern age.” You glanced at the ceramic jar, memories of your early days in Comte's mansion slowly coming back to you, like a dream. “I remember, back in Comte's mansion, when I brought you those chocolates and you thought I meant the drink. And then we found out that the terminology had changed between your time and mine. …I just want to share some of my experiences with you, and maybe the time difference won't feel quite so large anymore.”
Mozart's eyes widened for a moment, before softening with recognition, and he finally gave you a small smile. He stepped closer to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hand finding its way out of the blanket to seek yours. It was wonderful how such a simple gesture seemed to warm you to the core.
“I remember that day well,” he said, squeezing your hand. “You were so eager to drag me to the library and show me that book. Then you went on about how vampires and humans are the same or some such nonsense. You were so excited, you were like a puppy.”
Heat rose to your cheeks instantly, knowing exactly the moment he meant. You spluttered, trying to find your words, before something brushed against your lips. It took a moment to realize that he'd kissed you, a look of love but also enjoyment on his face, and you couldn't help but huff as you turned away, earning a chuckle from the musician. A low rumbling could be heard from the kettle, but you didn't want to get distracted yet from dealing with your lover's teasing words.
“Well, I'm sorry this ‘puppy’ was just trying to connect with you. Maybe I won't share my extra special hot chocolate secrets with you, then, if it's a bother.”
A moment of silence passed, and the lack of response started to nag at you. A trickle of doubt entered your mind, but you stayed strong, knowing Mozart was just trying to tease you. This certainly wasn’t the first time you two had exchanged snarky words, and it wouldn’t be the last. Finally, he sighed, wrapping his blanketed arms around you, and his cool fingers tilted your chin up his way so you could see him.
“Mein liebchen, you could never be a bother to me,” he murmured. It was so easy the way his words made your heart flutter. “And you know I’ve already told you, I’m dedicated to learning everything there is to know about you. So I hope you’ll tell me all your secrets, too, even if it’s about hot chocolate.”
“Wolf…”
A wave of love rushed over you, and it was a struggle to keep a lid on your emotions. Mozart was the same, his chest almost uncomfortably tight with how much he loved you. It was only natural, then, for your lips to meet– at least, until a shrill whistling caught your attention.
“Oh!”
You broke out of Mozart’s hold to grab the kettle, moving it off the burner and shutting off the heat. You looked over at him, and you fell into laughter together.
After that, it was easy enough to show him how to make some easy yet decadent hot chocolate, telling him how companies developed a powder mix for ease of use, and the debate on whether to use milk or water. Next, he learned the wonders of whipped cream in a can, how it stayed fresh and cool. And lastly, the sprinkles of puffy marshmallows with some cinnamon dusting made the final touch, including a little history lesson on how the modern marshmallow no longer contained medicine and now served as a simple sweet treat. Mozart’s eyes were sparkling as he looked at the final creation, and you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again with that boyish curiosity.
Once the treat was deemed a safe temperature, you two took your sips simultaneously. A clear look of pleasure filled your lover’s face, and it wasn’t long before he was drinking it quicker than expected.
Time passed, standing in the kitchen with your mugs feeling pleasantly full and warm, and Mozart glanced at the ceramic jar again, a wistful look in his eyes. You leaned against him, waiting for him to speak, and a quiet voice came out.
“I hope Schelm is doing okay… or was okay, after I left,” he said.
You gave him a nudge.
“I think he’s okay. He’s got everyone in the mansion to care for him, after all. Sebastian was especially excited to meet him, you know,” you replied, grinning at him. You glanced down at your empty mug. “I bet Sebastian could make a really good cup of hot chocolate, I wish I got to try it.”
Mozart nudged you back.
“Well, I don’t think anyone can make things like Sebastian. That man is an enigma just as much as he’s a butler. But I think he also can’t make hot chocolate the way you can, and I’m perfectly fine with that,” he said.
You two shared a sweet kiss, your lips warm and chocolate tasting. It was hard to ignore the bitterness you two held inside, leaving the people and beings you loved to come to the future, experiencing all these changes and sometimes feeling out of sorts. But the sweetness of hot chocolate helped to ease the pain a little bit, and you knew you’d be making another cup of deliciousness sometime soon.
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xshybutdeadlyx · 1 year ago
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Questions for the demiromantic and demisexuals out there
Ok, so I've recently found this term thanks to an aroace character from a show I watched. I knew of the sexuality but I didn't really know the specifics because I always thought I was bi but now looking into it I didn't know how aroace was like a literal umbrella and there was so much more to it then meets the eye. Which I'm 30 I feel like I should know more than what I do. But with doing research into it trying to understand it better, I learned about all the terms, and I learned about demiromantic and demisexual and it really resonated with me. But I wanted to ask for advice, I guess? Like I like romance I love reading it seeing art and what have you but when it comes to romance for myself I'm not a big fan? And maybe it's because I literally have to unlearn so much romance equals a, b, and c when that's not really true. I literally been in only one relationship in my life and it consisted of hand holding small kisses (no tongue, honestly I have an ick with spit and the only reason I "wanted" to do deeper kisses with the boyfriend I had at the time was because I felt like it was a requirement) but I honestly didn't feel attraction towards him until after getting to know him and being friends with him for months well into almost a year. And he's the only one I ever felt that way for I hardly ever had crushes or when I did I almost kinda forced myself into having them if that makes sense? It was "natural," and every kid was supposed to have crushes. Nothing ever came from the "crushes" though.
Now, like I said, I'm well into my 30s, and the relationship I just mentioned was the only relationship romantic wise I've ever had. I have had strong feelings for two of the friends I have but one friend is straight as they come and the other is married lol the one that is married though we have a strong bond that I wouldn't trade anything for. She tickles my hand, and she lets me cuddle her all the time, and we just spend nights just playing games together, just like when we were in high school. I love her so damn much, and I'll cherish what we have even when we are both dead and gone. She is my forever person.
Sorry, I went into a mini rant about my platonic love, but she's the best, and when I start talking about her, I have to gush lol, but anyways back to my sexuality crisis
So anyways, when there is even a chance of someone having an interest in me, I honestly kind of freak out. Or like if someone tries to set me up with someone, red neon flashing warning signs pop up for me. I don't know that person, and honestly, I get put off by big romantic gestures. Like, I appreciate it, but I don't think it's necessary? Can we just go get McDonald's, sit in the parking lot, and just shoot the shit? Play some games? We can watch movies or shows too.
I've also been on the dating websites and such as well, and I'm just always immediately put off. "Hello beautiful," ugh. "Insert pickup line here." please God why. "Unsolicited romantic or sexual advances right after a day of talking." Haha, no. There was literally one guy I thought was cool and we kinda flirted but it was really just talking everyday about the games we were playing I feel like if given time a connection could of been built but he ended up finding someone else immediately. Which honestly was fine I was kinda bummed but like if he wanted romance immediately, I wasn't gonna be giving that to him. I wanted to still be friends, but apparently, we had "too much history," so he ended up blocking me. lol oh well.
I've also literally only have had two "crushes" in like in a 5 year time span (only because this is what I can remember lol) one of em was so goofy and seemed so fun but then it seems like they turned out to be very self absorbed instantly done the other had baby mama drama wasn't into that. Honestly, those things seem to be things that could be worked through? Maybe? But once I just see something off-putting, it's all I see, which seems more like a personal thing because of past traumas.
As of now I'm honestly content with no romantic relationship but I feel like I do want one but I don't want one with just anyone and it just doesn't seem like many people out there are willing to wait or willing to be friends first and want to hop into relationships immediately when I very much don't. It takes me a while to be comfortable with people, and I want to get to know them as a person.
For a long time I felt like I just wasn't doing things right or that I had to actually change something that I was doing. I thought I was wrong or that I should just force myself into the uncomfortable situation of being someone's girlfriend immediately but then if it turns out I just don't have those romantic feelings then there the whole process of hurting them which is just anxiety inducting.
Also, with all that I'm saying, it does go into the demisexual portion, too. I've still never been with someone sexually because even in the one relationship I have had, I haven't met someone I've trusted to give myself to. The thought of one night stands or anything of the like just makes me wanna crawl into myself. I don't mind anything sexual but I want to be with someone sexually that I trust and care about with my whole being, not some dude Craig or some chick Wendy from Tinder. I'm content with that, but a lot of the times, I'm almost made to feel bad because I haven't done anything sexual. But boy, can I read all the smut on Ao3. Like it all in theory, but dunno about in practice lol I just don't have much of a drive in general, but I don't know if that's just because I've never been with anyone before? I keep getting told, "As soon as you're with someone, your sex drive changes," and like, does that shit really happen? Lol
All in all, I really feel connected to the terms demiromantic and demisexual. Even when I just said I'm bi, it just never felt right, but for once, I feel like I finally found something that I felt connected to and finally found me. But I guess I also wanna feel like I'm right in assuming so? I dunno I feel like it'd be disrespectful in using a label that isn't really you? Which doesn't sound right because everyone has the right to find themselves, and sometimes people go through a list until they finally find themselves, which is what's happening to me right now. But my feelings also just get jumbled up and I have a hard time distinguishing what's been conditioned in me, like how you date, you get into a relationship, ya do couple things, then you get married ect. When all I wanna do is get to know you, really know you, then actually date but even then I feel like a lot of my stuff is more on the platonic end? Like, I like cuddling and kissing, and I do like romance but on a more tame level? I kick my feet when reading "he bought her all these extravagant gifts then he swept her off her feet and dipped her into a kiss" so cute but like if I was actually in that situation like bro put me down for real and I'm so awkward when given gifts lol
I dunno I'd just would really like to discuss this with others who have found themselves because I don't really have anyone else to talk to about this. I've talked to my friends and they of course support me and love me but I feel like they don't really get it? And my family just chalks it up to " Ya just don't have a lot of experience it'll all change when ya get out there and mingle with people"
Thanks in advance for reading all this if ya made it this far I know it's a lot of word vomit as I like to call it but I don't have very organized thoughts and I just kinda write what I'm thinking in the moment lol
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baqki · 3 months ago
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hey, long time no see
to anyone about to read this novel, have a rockin' monday!
i don't know exactly what sparked me wanting to log on to this account that's been collecting dust for a millennia now, but here i am
honestly i think it's because i'm rewatching something that i was heavily involved in the fandom of on this website back in the day, and i ended up reminiscing about a lot of things and seeing my old art in places, and i just wanted to.. i don't know, come over and talk
firstly i just want to be clear and formally apologize for. well, a bunch of things. i joined this site back around 2011 or so, back when i was still in high school. i'm 32 now. that's a big chunk of my life to dedicate to a website.
a lot of great memories were made here. i'll treasure that, always. but there are also a lot of bumps in my history that are still very painful to think about. losing friendship after friendship, making people uncomfortable, that last one especially. it's strange to look back at my online life and want to do nothing but curl up and kind of vanish, but i can look at it all thru a new lense- turns out i was very, very, very autistic, and didn't know it yet. that was the final piece of understanding why i've been so weird and offputting my entire life.
if i ever made anyone that might be reading this uncomfortable, whether it be thru my actions or my art, i'm sorry. my entire online life has depended on bouncing from thing to thing to just fit in and be approved by people i looked up to. sometimes that pushed myself into directions i am not proud of. so did hyperfixation, by the by- stuck on something so intensely it keeps me from being able to properly function because it's the only thing in my head.
i kind of just have to deal with pieces of me being out there in the world on platforms that i can't control anymore or delete, and that's okay, i guess. it's really hard for me, it's a scary thought, but at least i can give myself a bit of kindness and kind of understand Why a little more. why people just seemed to not deal with me well, why i treated others the way i did. none of it is an excuse but being undiagnosed at the time plus living the majority of my early youth online and especially on this website, it just makes sense now, like i said before.
i don't do much actively in fandom spaces anymore. my friend circle is small, i am too disabled to draw anymore, which is why you don't see my art on any platform that i'm on. maybe one day when i have access to proper medical care and medication, but not right now. right now i am just hanging out with some lifelong friends (some of which i met on here) and playing final fantasy 14.
this has been kind of a major ramble, so i'll try to summarize it here:
to anyone i made actively uncomfortable for whatever reason, i am so, so sorry i did that to you. i won't say i didnt know any better at the time or something like that, but it was very difficult to understand what i was doing and why it was a problem. i know now. it's a case of genuinely understanding my mistakes and learning from them and just doing better, and overall i have been doing better for years. i think so, anyway.
to anyone i've met along the way, i still think about you, i really mean that. i don't forget anyone that's been in my life, right down to the occasional follower that i would consistently see in my notifications. i hope every single one of you is doing well. it's been a really rocky road and i'm not quite satisfied with where i'm at, but for the most part, the journey to get here was fun, and i appreciate everyone.
thanks for bearing witness to my most embarrassing moments! with 2025 going down the tube already, i just hope that we can all do our best. that's all i really want. i haven't read this back, so i hope it makes sense.
if anyone wants to reach out, dm me, i have discord, i'm on xiv, i'm trying to use bluesky but i don't know if i'll bother giving that one out because i have like 7 posts total at most. be cool, all right?
love ya,
dal
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literatureloverx · 4 months ago
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The Fairest One of All, our dear Snow White,
How have you been since we last spoke? What have you been up to? I hope you are in perfect health and good spirits! Are there any new fixations, things you've learned, or anything new you've experienced lately? I'd be happy to listen to you. :}
I am sending you lots of virtual hugs, cyberbullying you with my love. o( > ᗜ < )o ₊˚⊹♡ May your every day be a pleasant one. Knowing you, please remember to put yourself before others. You have a big heart, but even she needs to be attentively cared for, as you do for everybody else. You are so precious, Snow. I hope you know that. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
I am aware I didn't write much to you for a while. I thought I was asking you too many questions, but I think you've answered them all already (I don't even remember them myself, so feel free to delete them if any are left). It's not easy to stay away from you. 😣 You have such a magnetic presence and a warm nature. But I don't want to overwhelm you or myself, as I believe everything is better in moderation. Let's say I'm trying to become more balanced with my interactions; I hope I'm not messing it up. I will be keeping it slow, writing once in a while. Also, I feel like it must be exhausting for you at times to reply to everyone and everything intently. Or I’m overthinking. As a fellow introvert, I guess you could have a larger social battery than I do.
I've been seeing many different and interesting anons join our cult family, and it makes me genuinely very happy!! I like reading their writing and your answers; they're stimulating. By the way, for the anon who was looking for some Fyodor fanfic, I'll recommend @/theonlyqualitytrash's blog. She writes truly amazing stuff; it was love at first sight for me to read her writing. And she's also one of the most kind and understanding people I've met here. So, I highly suggest it if they want to read something slightly long but well-structured and creative. 🥺 Speaking of cults, she has also written cult!Fyodor x reader. I don't know why I am loving this particular theme.😭
Ahem anyways—
To be honest, I know very little about astrology. Even though I myself don't really believe in it, it's fun to talk about it or to look on the internet to see what happens to match you according to your zodiac sign. It also seems like something you're interested in, and since the topic came up, I'm going to throw you some questions if that’s okay:
What are your thoughts on each zodiac sign? How would you rate your compatibility with them in general?
I'm definitely not asking because I want to see what you feel about my own sign
Sincerely yours,
-Berry
I’ve been doing fine, my dear. How about you? ♥️
I don’t have any new fixations, as my fixations tend to be very long-lasting, often lasting for multiple years.
Recently, I dreamt of a random lion on the beach, which led me to pester my brother into watching the first Narnia movie with me again because I enjoy watching movies with a companion.♥️
He agreed, but then put it off for several days because “he had things to do” (which really meant he wanted to game with his friends instead lmao). Anyway, I waited for two more days and ended up watching it alone. He randomly walked into my room, saw me watching it by myself, and got all pouty about it (serves him right, if you ask me, haha).
Thank you so much for “cyberbullying me with your love.” I’m bullying you back with my love too. ♥️ I truly appreciate your kind words, my dear Berry. Thank you, I’m doing my best! ♥️
You’re not overwhelming me, and as you’ve probably noticed, I answer asks when I feel comfortable and when I have the time. Feel free to send whatever you wish, and I’ll answer them gradually whenever I can. ♥️ Your compliments are incredibly heartwarming, but I think you might be seeing me as someone more superior than I actually am—I’m just a normal human being, like anyone else on here. You can always write to me whenever you’d like!
Children, give @theonlyqualitytrash ‘s blog some love. It definitely deserves more likes. ♥️
I’m aware that you read my astrology-related post, where I (jokingly) ranked each zodiac sign, so I’m guessing your question is more compatibility-related this time? I hope that’s okay.
I’ll consider other aspects that might theoretically be compatible with me because… I’m not someone who goes around asking people about their birth charts. So I can’t really base this on personal experience.
I’ll also take into account other aspects, not just the Sun sign, like the Moon sign (because it reveals emotional compatibility), the Venus sign (because it shows how we express love and affection), and the Mercury sign (because it relates to communication styles). I could take more aspects into consideration, but I need to keep this friendly for the people reading who aren’t as into astrology. I hope you have fun reading this! ♥️
Don’t take this too seriously (I stereotyped every single placement haha).♥️
Aries
Sun: I never had any good experiences with them… I’m sorry. It’s a no for me.
Moon: Okay, so with my Moon sign being in Libra, and Aries being Libra’s opposite/sister sign, I’ve heard this could be a good match for me. However, I have no personal evidence to support this. I do see the potential, though.
Venus: Again, Venus in Scorpio is supposed to be compatible with Venus in Aries. I’m not against it, I suppose?
Mercury: An absolute no from me, I’m sorry. What do I gain by communicating with someone who is as impulsive as an immature child? Nothing, dear children. Nothing at all.
Taurus
No need to dissect in sections. I love Tauruses in all shapes and forms, haha. (Tone down that stubbornness though, I’m begging you.)
Gemini
Sun: They are fun to be around. I like them, but the likelihood of me committing to a deeply rooted friendship or a romantic relationship with them is highly unlikely. (Unless it’s Dazai, of course. Lmao.)
Moon: A fellow Moon in an air sign. I see the potential— it could work.
Venus: Uhm… no… (We would be “you don’t own me” x “but you belong to me” haha.)
Mercury: I imagine this placement to be rather flaky, with a hyperactive communication style, which doesn’t resonate with my love to dig as deep as possible when talking about interesting topics.
Cancer
Sun: I’m optimistic. It would likely work… as long as it’s not someone who is overly, stereotypically emotional.
Moon: I’m not entirely sure, but why not? Libra and Cancer might not match directly, but I think it aligns well with my Scorpio stellium overall.
Venus: Theoretically speaking, this could definitely work. In fact, it might even feel magical.
Mercury: I think this is a great placement compatibility-wise. We could have fascinating, deep-dive conversations.
Leo
Sun: From a theoretical standpoint, it’s not a great match for me. You’re not everyone’s sunshine—you’re supposed to be my sunshine. Tch. (Though I’d probably choose the moonlight over the sunlight anyway, but that’s beside the point.)
Moon: This could actually be a good match. The thought intrigued me as I was considering it.
Venus: YES. (I love generous people.)
Mercury: To be or not to be… that is the question. In this case, Mercury Leo’s are not compatible with me.
Virgo
Sun: Theoretically speaking (yes, you’ll be hearing this often), we should get along well.
Moon: Did you lose your feelings when you were born? Quite restrained, aren’t they? Haha, just kidding, of course. In fact, I do like them.
Venus: Please no…🥺
Mercury: I find this placement rather intriguing! I can imagine us spying on people together, hahaha.
Libra
Sun: I love them as my friends. They’re so comfortable to be around, but I don’t necessarily see it as a good romantic match. However, it really depends on their other placements. For example, I could handle a Libra Sun-Scorpio Moon combo well.
Moon: My Moon-twins. ♥️ I feel like this is a very good match! We’d just be vibing together, haha.
Venus: The sign is in the right placement. For me, it would be okay… but would it be okay for the person with that placement? As a friend, yes. As a romantic partner, probably not.
Mercury: This placement seems like a very balanced form of self-expression, which I appreciate. I imagine people with this placement tend to be soft-spoken.
Scorpio
Sun: We get along very well, so it’s a definite yes from me—both platonically and romantically.
Moon: I’ve never met anyone with this placement, but I think I could handle the intensity well and even balance it out.
Venus: To whoever has this placement—same here. I know it’s rough. Let me give you a hug. Overall… YES. (Let’s be possessive of each other. ♥️) As an aside, the Libra friend I’ve mentioned also has this placement, and even in a platonic relationship, it’s amazing. I can only dream of a romantic one.
Mercury: Again, we’re one of a kind. Which I like. So, yes, again.
Sagittarius
Sun: Haha. In the most loving way possible: no. ♥️ —at least in the romantic sense. To be honest, we really don’t have much in common platonically either.
Moon: I’m not sure…
Venus: As a friend, probably fine. As a romantic partner, a definite no for me. My Scorpio stellium does not vibe with this pairing—sorry!
Mercury: Sure, why not? I’d love to have philosophical discussions with someone who has this placement. I hear they have fascinating views.
Capricorn
Sun: It’s said that Capricorn is one of the zodiac signs that pairs well with Scorpio. I can see the potential.
Moon: I’m not so sure about this one…
Venus: I think this could be a great opportunity. To be more precise, I see it working.
Mercury: YES. The cut-throat, borderline brutal style of communication because they want the best for you? Just yes.
Aquarius
Sun: YES.
Moon: My brother has his Moon in Aquarius… I’d likely avoid it if I can, haha. I may not be overly emotional, but I do sometimes need guidance. I’d probably expect that more in a romantic sense. However, as a friend, this placement is great!
Venus: Again, as a friend, very great.
Mercury: This is an excellent placement, in my (very biased) opinion, haha. I do love the intellectual tone and expression of Aquarians, particularly Mercury Aquarians.
*Malicious giggle because you wanted to know what I think about your sign, but I knowingly put it at the very end. Hehehe.*
Pisces
Sun: You have all failed me up until now, dear Pisces. It’s only going well with one of your fellow Pisces so far (and you too, of course, my dear berry). Her cardinal-sign shenanigans of not being able to control her emotions whenever they bubble up can still be frustrating, but I’m managing. Overall, as a friend—platonically, a maybe and an okay. Romantically, an ABSOLUTE no. (With all due respect, of course.) Also, I’d like to add: Pisces men have it rough in this world. Bless them.
Moon: My friend—the Libra one—is a Pisces Moon, and it works perfectly in this specific combination. Platonically speaking, I love this placement, and we’re very compatible.
Venus: Theoretically speaking, we should be compatible. But somehow, I don’t believe in this. I think it’s because most Scorpios like to be the lead and the dominant type (whether in platonic or romantic relationships), while this isn’t the case for me. I can’t treat my man as a princess—I’m very sorry. Other Scorpios love you, though, I’m sure.
Mercury: We’re likely compatible, but I wouldn’t enjoy it. Again, I don’t like to lead conversations or lose rationality in discussions altogether. I can handle it for a while, but at some point, it might get exhausting. The intuition-based conversations could be a plus, though.
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mal-likes-biscuits · 4 months ago
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Hi, is there chance for continuing Archfall? Thank you for answer
I actually appreciate someone asking this question, because I keep meaning to address it. Then I re-write my answer ten times in my head and never get around to actually posting it.
Without further ado...
To long, didn't read answer (tldr): yes, there is absolutely a chance! I haven't stopped thinking about it, which is both good and honestly slightly clinical. I would like to finish it.
Longer version (that has been edited 11 times in my head now):
I've been experiencing mental burnout since before I even finished the previous series. The burnout has nothing to do with writing it (in fact, writing it was stress relieving) and mostly had to do with my previous job deciding my sanity was worth trading for profits. This was then worsened by pandemic stress, being a relatively new parent, and a mish-mash of negative and positive stressors.
My day job also involves writing, though the overlap isn't as bad as you might think. But it's still cognitive.
Plus, I used to do a lot of fic writing at work on my breaks, when I had a somewhat private work space; this was the only boon of my previous job. I got a new job, thankfully, for the rest of the issues. However, I currently have an open office space I share that also doubles as a walkthrough area. My co-worker is amazing, but I can't focus on fic if I'm worried someone is going to look over my shoulder during lunch and go "what are you writing".
I've never had luck writing at home because too many things distract me.
So, where's that leave me?
I hyperfixate on things, including hobbies, and in prior periods of cognitive burnout I've gone months, sometimes years, without writing anything. My brain will move to other hobbies while I recover. So far, I have:
learned a bunch about micro aquariums
picked up a house plant hobby (what can I say, we have winter 6+ months of the year and I like gardening)
started collecting rocks and minerals again (whoops that was expensive)
got really good at several video games that are pointedly not Diablo, because I just couldn't mesh with D4 for some reason
have read a few novels and also went down the SCP rabbit hole again, though I promise I haven't been writing and cheating on Archfall
I'm also a parent to a young-ish kid, which is awesome, but our entire house is neurodivergent and is in a chronic state of disorganized disaster worsened by the growing amount of School Parent Things we need to do. And I don't have time to just pack up my laptop to a coffee shop like I sometimes used to. It's a give and take thing, because I absolutely love many things about my life right now, but the situation of other things has certainly changed.
That's a really long way to say I want to write anything, especially Archfall. BADLY. It's just every time I start up writing anything, I burn out.
But I want you all to know that Mal and Farah and the rest of the cast live pretty much rent free in my head all the time, and as soon as the time is right (whenever that is) to finish writing the story, I will.
I hate not finishing projects, though it's certainly happened, and so far in my life I've been lucky to only drop interest in pretty niche hobbies and not stories themselves. I have brute forced prior writing projects through to completion when my brain has been ready, and I have too much fun stuff planned for the series to let it drop completely.
(Might be revisiting the complexity of the plot, but I think that was due anyway. I always over-plot to begin with.)
And please, if you do, don't feel bad about asking this question! Especially when I ask it to myself multiple times a week. :')
-- J
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nordic-language-love · 2 years ago
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Hello! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could give me some advice when it comes to furthering my language learning. I’ve been learning Norwegian on Duolingo for almost 5 years now but I feel like I’ve barely made any progress into actually learning the language. I’ve seen you mention that Duolingo isn’t the best way to learn a language, just on its own. What more can I be doing to actually learn Norwegian? I appreciate any insight you might be able to give. Thank you!
Hi there!
I actually think Norwegian Duo's not that bad, especially compared to other courses. It got me to A2 level without my really using any other resources! But of course, A2 is still only the top of beginner level, and from thereon out it's pretty ineffective on its own (although I still used it even at B2 level as a way to refresh vocab I'd forgotten or just do a little practice every day when I didn't have the time or energy to do anything else).
There are a lot of different ways you can study Norwegian. Here are some things I did (it's an essay lmao I'm so sorry):
1) Listen to Norwegian radio. You'll probably think I'm mad when you first try it because you'll probably understand very little other than the odd word here and there, but I promise it gets easier and you'll get used to the rhythm of the language in a way Duolingo doesn't prepare you for. Try to shadow the speakers (repeat what they say just after they say it. You don't have to know the words they're actually saying; just approximate the phonemes and the melody and the stress patterns. I promise you your pronunciation is gonna get SO good)
2) Take to Youtube. Check my resources list here for some links to channels that teach Norwegian.
3) Norwegian podcasts! I made a list of some beginner/intermediate-friendly ones (check the link in point 2). The plus with podcasts is you can slow the speed down to half-speed too. Again, don't be discouraged if it's difficult at first; just focus on the rhythm and stress of the language
4) Norwegian TV. You're gonna struggle at first but you need to struggle to improve, so don't be discouraged even if several months pass without you feeling like there's any improvement. Intermediate level sucks I'm afraid. Some shows I like that don't require a VPN (as of the time I'm posting this) are Fra bølle til bestevenn (it's got dogs in it), Hva feiler det deg (game show where normal people with internet compete against doctors to guess a patient's diagnosis), 113 (documentary following paramedics in Trondheim - try not to cry at the dialects), Klassequizen (quiz show with 10th graders, pretty A2/B1-friendly), Side Om Side (popular sitcom, sometimes the second-hand embarrassment kills me but mostly it's pretty funny) and Superkrim (did you know that crime stories around Easter time are a Thing in Norway? They make a new season of this one every year but it's accessible year-round, and the language is a lot simpler than a lot of shows, and it's pretty fun and a bit silly)
Note: subtitles are in Norwegian only, and half the time they match the nuance but not the actual words being said. I recommend trying to listen without them first, then listen with them, then listen without them again and see if you can catch a few more words.
5) Textbooks, if that's your jam. I recommend The Mystery Of Nils (you can jump straight to book 2: Mysteriet om Nils if you think you're ready. It's a bit of a jump but no point wasting money/time on something that you won't enjoy) and Norwegian Tutor (from the Teach Yourself series. The first few chapters will seem pretty basic but it's great at explaining nuances and prepositions in later chapters).
6) Read things in Norwegian. You can get short stories for beginner/intermediate level online, as well as read news articles (even if you can't read the whole article, just try the first paragraph). When I was about A2 level I would print things out and go through them just translating them, highlighting new words, words I'd encountered before but couldn't remember, words I could work out from context, particular grammar patterns and words I couldn't figure out and needed the help of a native speaker to work out.
7) Follow Norwegian accounts on social media. Here's a list I made earlier.
8) If you have some extra cash, investing in an italki tutor can be helpful. I've had lessons with a number of tutors so feel free to send me a message if you want help deciding which one to go with.
9) Keep a journal in Norwegian. Look up words you don't know and write them in a different colour. Maybe try to use words you learned that day and write them in a different colour too (even if by using them you're literally just writing "jeg lærte ordet «______» i dag. Det betyr ______")
10) You can also try creative writing. I started out by writing fiction largely in English but with Norwegian dialogue. I then moved on to writing short articles and then essays, then short stories and fan fiction.
11) You can try apps like HiNative and HelloTalk to find native speakers for language exchange. If you only know English though it might be difficult to find people because Norwegians typically speak really good English and aren't looking to learn/practice.
12) Listen to Norwegian music. Get on spotify and search "norsk (music genre of your choice)" and find some songs you like. Listen to them and pay attention to the lyrics. Then find the lyrics online and listen with the lyrics. Then try to translate the lyrics on your own. Finally, look up someone else's translation and see how close they are. Then try to learn the song and visualise meaning it with your whole heart as you sing along.
13) Practise speaking to yourself. It feels super awkward when you first start, but I always manage to get into the flow pretty quickly. You can have GT in front of you so you can look up things if you need to, or you can just write down words you don't know/couldn't think of as you go along, then look them up once you're done (I prefer this method; having GT in front of you encourages your brain to be lazy and not try to actively recall the information you need). Not sure what to write? Try my Speaking In 20 Challenge prompts.
14) Flashcards. I put this one last because really flashcards are only useful as a supplement to learning through other methods. They help to keep vocab fresh in your mind until you see it in context again (and it's the seeing words in context that's gonna cement the meaning in your brain. I've never heard anyone say "oh, I know that word because it was in my flashcard deck that I reviewed every night before bed", but I hear people say things like "oh, I know that obscure word because I watched cooking shows in my TL and the host said it aaaall the time" or "it's in a line from one of my favourite songs" a LOT).
Okay, that's it, essay over 😅 Hope I gave you some ideas! Best of luck with your Norwegian-learning journey!
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strangersteddierthings · 1 year ago
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
I was tagged by the ever wonderful @slavicviking. Thank you SO much!! I kept seeing everyone do it and wanted to, but I wanted to be tagged so thanks!! :D
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
30, and 29 of them are Steddie fics lol
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
138,437, holy smokes. Steddie really got me writing!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Steddie. I won't even pretend it's Stranger Things because I'm not nearly as hype about the show as I am just Steddie so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Class of '85
Assuming Makes an Ass of You (And Me)
Bad News First, Eddie
Shovel Talk(s)
The Interview
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes. I didn't at first, but I respond to every single comment I get now. Either to thank them for commenting, or answer the musings people have, or just to respond with a heart so they know I saw/read their comment and appreciate it. 'Cause I do. I appreciate every comment I get, even if it's just a lil heart emoji or them saying the word 'kudo'.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't do angsty endings. Angst with a happy end or bust!! However, I did post this lil thing about Steve thinking about karma and the balance of the universe and how he's happy to give up all the good things he has in life if it means Eddie will get them instead.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
They all have happy endings but I'm gonna go with Bad News First, Eddie simply because of how sad the beginning is.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not that I'm meant to see, but Tumblr's tag system is garbage so sometimes you come across a post not meant to been seen. Saw people trash talking The Interview before the last chapter was out, and seemingly having missed the 'unreliable narrator' tag.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Not typically. I've written suggestive themes and one explicit BJ but for the most part, no. If I wrote longer, chaptered fics I might write more smut, but I just write oneshots where it's because I had a specific scene in mind, or minor conversation to have, and I don't ever just want to write smut for the sake of smut.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Nope. Never crossovers. I will do other media AU but it will never be about including the characters of a different media. I just want the worldbuilding from a different show/movie sometimes.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge. How do you even go about learning if your fic was stolen??
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Kinda??? @rebelspykatie wrote an angsty lil thing that made me sad, so I wrote the start of how it could be fixed, and @steviesummer wrote the wonderful ending. We didn't plan to write the fic together but I think we did an awesome job.
Also I am always down to colab/co-write a fic. I've never done it before but might be fun to do!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Steddie. Obvy
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Oh this questions just here to drag me through the mud, huh? I have a very ambitious Outer Worlds-esque AU I've planned out but starting the writing process has been.... hard. It may never see the light of day and I'll be sad forever about it.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I don't know? Never really thought about it.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Being able to tell a long-form story. I just don't have the patience/capabilities at the moment to tell an entire story instead of just the scene that's in my mind.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Oh. Can't say I have given it much thought. The only fic I've written with another language in it was a conlan (Tolkien elvish), and it wasn't in dialogue. So I can't say I have any thoughts in particular about this.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Digimon. I loved Digimon Adventure as a kid an as a little girl, I was sad that their wasn't more Hikari in the show. So I wrote my own fic that featured her and Tailmon becoming best friends with my self-insert and her digi-partner, which was Wizarmon reborn.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Oh, that'd be Porcelain Steve. A completely self indulgent fic with the fairy tail element to it. I had so much fun writing it!
This was fun!! I'm gonna tag: @i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @afewproblems @skepsiss @finntheehumaneater @steddierthings @rebelspykatie and @steviesummer (sorry if you've already been tagged/done this)
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pimento-playing-hopscotch · 8 months ago
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞
Thank you for the ask cig 🥰🥰I appreciate you very much 💝💝
Growing Up, Strand Style - Rated: M Word Count: 309, 336 (and counting)/Canon-Compliant AU - A very, very in-depth look at TK's childhood in New York; canon compliant with one caveat; he has a sister Sophie, who was born when he was five. When their parents divorced, TK is eight and Sophie is three. Sophie arrives in Texas in what would be season two; chapters weave between New York timeline and Texas timeline. I don't even know where to begin- this fic is everything to me. It is the embodiment of you have to write the fic you would want to read. Basically, I love the Strand family so much. I love how much they love each other so much. I hate how little time we have with TK's mother in canon. I wanted to fix that. Also I loved the idea of TK being someone's big brother. And I love my OC so, SO MUCH. I wasted so much time trying, literally begging people to read this fic-I'm finally done doing that. I am very proud of this fic. It’s 's very long. I don't know how to shut up. I don't intend to be done with it any time soon. There are a lot of pop culture references that are era appropriate. The last ten posted chapters all run at least 10K. If you do take a chance and read it, I promise you will have my heart forever.
Close Call - Rated: G Word Count: 4,044 - Hurt/Comfort - When TK's car is being repaired, he takes Carlos's car to visit a new friend. Carlos worries when TK doesn't come home on time. Inspired by beautiful artwork done by @heartstringsduet, which once I had seen it, it didn't leave my head. Very fun to write because Carlos is very much a worrier and his husband is not. And because Carlos loves that car; but nothing matters as much to him as his TK does.
You Learn Something New Every Day - Rated: NR Word Count: 3,056 Fluff/crack/humor - TK notices that Carlos is stressed their place is too cluttered and offers to help. Carlos learns that "help" means that TK has been selling things on Facebook Marketplace. Carlos learns this from a stranger who shows up at their place to buy something from TK. This is just fun and silly and inspired by this bit from Nate Bargatze- because TK loves his husband and wants to help, even though that usually means raising his husband's blood pressure unintentionally.
Captain Judd - Rated: M Word Count: 6,743 Discipline fic - When Judd is acting captain and TK disobeys his orders on a call, Judd deals with it. Turns out, these fics are really very fun for me to write. TK is such a brat in the best way, and Judd (and Carlos) both just have authority coming out of their beautiful pores and much concern for keeping TK safe (I very much understand this is not everyone's thing. If it is your thing, I think this is my best one of these/ but there's several others as well).
Sometimes Love is Lizards - Rated: NR Word Count: 5,908 Fluff/Humor - TK cajoles Carlos into accompanying him to a reptile convention. When they attend, TK is on cloud nine; Carlos is... not. I have about six of the TK and animals fics but I feel this is the best one. Carlos loves his baby so much and wants to see him happy, and meeting people with lizards makes TK happy... but Carlos can still draw the line at bringing anything home with them. I think I did this right/ come check my stuff out - I just think it's neat.
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the12thnightproject · 11 months ago
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12 Lies and 3, 4, 6, 14, 15? :o
Hi Lorei!
Thank you for the ask! I can never talk too much about "Twelve Lies..."
3. Favorite Line of Narration... From Chapter 42, "In the Weeds" because it encapsulates one of the big lessons Katsuko had to learn for character growth...
Toshiie loved his wife, his family, the things he had built here in Ikuno. That was evident in everything he did. That didn’t mean he didn’t have regrets. Nor did it mean that he would ever get over his captain. Maybe we’re not meant to get over people. Maybe we’re meant to take with us the things we learned, the joyful memories, and use the pain to become kinder versions of ourselves.
4. Favorite Line of Dialogue...
This is from Chapter 4... and it represents the moment that Katsuko (who is still disguised as a young man at this point) begins to fall for Shingen, and the moment that Shingen begins to take an interest in training Katsu as strategist:
When I re-opened my eyes, Shingen was still silently regarding me. I wondered if he had ever – well, that was a ridiculous thought. He was the leader of the Takeda clan – he had to have killed many in battle. “Does it get easier?”
Yukimura shook his head and responded first. “No. Never has.” He cleared his throat a couple of times, and gulped down his tea.
But Shingen had a different answer. “Killing? Yes. You learn to put what must done in one part of your mind, separate from the you that lives through every day, walled away from your heart. You have to, or one day you’ll no longer be able to function. But it’s still within you.” He tapped his chest. “It’s still within you.”
I understood. I was going to have to live with this. I was going to have to learn how to live with it.
Shingen sighed, and raked his hair out of his eyes. “I won’t insult you by telling you this man was a criminal and probably has harmed or killed many others. You know that. You also now know what it’s like to kill and that will weigh upon you.”
It did. I appreciated the fact that he didn’t tell me to get over it, or offer a cliched platitude like, ‘war is hell, kid.’ He was treating me like the young man he thought me to be – and I needed to respond accordingly. “Yes, sir, it does.”
His eyebrows lifted at my return to formality. “I would have respected you less if it didn’t bother you.”
6. What makes this fic special/different from all my other fics?
It's my first completed longfic (and it is very long, at 150,000 words). I didn't realize I could write that much, or finish something this long. Also, Shingen is my favorite Ikesen Character, so I wrote something that I would want to read, and it makes me happy whenever I revisit a chapter and recall the feeling I had while I was writing it.
14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
Not especially? I mean, I did want readers to appreciate Shingen, and see what I see in him, but more than that, I wanted people to enjoy it. Also, I wanted people to like my OC and enjoy her point of view. But initially, I just wanted to write something entertaining.
15. What did I learn from writing this fic?
I learned how to have fun writing again - I had the worst case of writer's block in my screenwriting, but while I was writing this, I also managed to write a spec pilot (and have written a couple more since then). I realized that it is possible to write a story without being completely certain what is going to happen next, and I was reminded that creating and editing are two different parts of my brain, which should be used at different times in the writing process.
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therentyoupay · 9 months ago
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Hey Kris 🥹 I’m in the process of re-reading my fav of yours TON. I’ve always wondered how you came up with that prompt and if you always had an idea of where you were going with it? And if you always knew it would be this big/long of a monster. Also what drew you to the ship of Tahno and Korra? But also how are you doing? How’s data collection and your summer going? Have you been doing anything fun lately? 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I hope you’re taking care of yourself!
HELLO MY LOVE. thank you, nonny, for your ask and for all of your sweet, thoughtful, considerate, lovely questions. 🥹💕 also, please know how much i deeply appreciate your ask and you still sticking around through all of my back-and-forth across fandoms! 💕😂 i always love and really appreciate that readers of my tahnorra, miraculous ladybug, and jelsa fanfiction are so willing to wait through the storm of rotating seasons (and sometimes, quite literally, as you know 👀🍁🍂🍃).
i made a post the other day like "this is it, it's autumn now, i have lit the apple wreath candle" and, as you might have surmised (and as you might similarly feel), this means we are officially heading into tahnorra season and that one night! 😂 time to drink café mochas (extra hot) and think about dissertations and crunchy leaves and autumn vibes!! 🍁🍂🍃☕️
i am already starting to feel the itch to finally write the last arc of that one night again, as soon as i finish the glorious, heart-consuming, soul-satisfying jelsa collab project with the gorgeously talented @callimara. ✨ and how beautiful it will be to finish this fic the same year as when i, personally, defend my dissertation???
could i have known back in 2012 that i would one day be wrapping up this mammoth of a fic 12 or so years later while finishing my own ph.d. program? (definitely low-key manifested my doctorate through this fic, i tell you 😂)
I’ve always wondered how you came up with that prompt and if you always had an idea of where you were going with it? And if you always knew it would be this big/long of a monster.
a monster, INDEED. 🤣
like at the center, it started as a series of micro-fic/drabbles/one-shots/single scenes occurring within the same AU! at that time in my life when i was first posting, i was wrapping up my undergrad, and transitioning to full-time work, so i didn't have a lot of time to write full-scale, plot-driven long!fic; however, in undergrad, i learned a very valuable lesson while attending one of our professional development trainings, which really proved to me the necessity of allowing myself time to dabble in creative hobbies like writing, even if i could only produce a little bit every day.
quick reminder and anecdote to PRIORITIZE and KEEP UP with your hobbies for your mental health (and the exact moment, 13 years ago, when i realized how truly important this really is):
at the life-changing professional development training, we learned strategies and framework-driven ideologies for how to spot concerns re: our residents' mental health, especially with the first-year college students who were in my building. at one point, the lecturer pointed out a fact that really resonated with me, based on my first three years of my undergrad:
in many cases, when a person moves to a new environment (new "life" or "lifestyle"), as is the case with many young adults moving to an independent college-based lifestyle and being on their "own" completely for the first time, the first things that "drop" from people's minds/behaviors/habits/lifestyles are their hobbies, especially if individuals associate their hobbies as part of their "old" lives or their "younger" selves.
i sat in the audience, totally shocked. "that's me??"
my middle/high school friends and i had been writing handwritten fanfiction to each other on fancy paper for christmas and birthdays for years (i still have all of them!!). i had written from age 11 to age 18 and then when i got to college i got so caught up in the "college life" (social life, academic work, parties, NEW hobbies), that i completely........ let go of writing creatively...... i hadn't even thought of fic in months.
that night, after the workshop, i went home and opened up FFNET for the first time in 3 years, and i read until like 3 in the morning. three months later, i got a comment on an OLD harry potter fic asking if i would ever update, and i posted a new chapter a few weeks later. 💕 and i have not stopped since! 😂
so the reason that stories like that one night and at the center exist is because i was trying my best to take the lesson to heart, to make sure i was always writing a little bit, all the time, (almost) every day. i started with an AU premise, i opened my tumblr askbox for prompts (in the case of that one night), i let myself imagine what kinds of scenarios could happen in this AU at this stage in the characters' development, and i thought of all the connections i could make between various characters/canon plot points/rapport-building between characters/backstories, and i wrote a little bit every day before and after work, and posted them pretty much immediately. 😂
the problem with cool thing about this kind of thought experiment, however, is that you end up accidentally creating rich, full, detailed mental landscapes and emotional contexts and goals and hopes and fears for the characters in them, and then before you know it a plot develops (and 14 more wild sub-plots appear!!!) and you're suddenly 100k 200k 300k words deep into the lives that you've constructed for these characters. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 and now you've accidentally created a full-length, long!fic over the past decade, with extensively detailed slice-of-life!worldbuilding by accident!
thank you so much for letting me know that you RE-read that one night! 😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕😭😭😭💕💕 it really means a lot!
Also what drew you to the ship of Tahno and Korra?
why do you ship tahno/korra? (post from may 10, 2013!!)
i also ship other ships in lok (including korra/asami!) but tahnorra has always always had a special place in my heart! as you'll see in the post, i have always really loved this kind of character, characters like tahno are SO interesting to me, and i always love to think about their backgrounds, the ways and whys of and hows of who they are. i was really drawn to this ship even when they were "evenly-matched" (@evenly-matched) rivals, and then once he lost his bending i wanted to explore the idea of a proper redemption arc/personal growth in tahno. 🙏 and then after i got to know their characters better (i.e., my interpretations of them) from writing the break the ice series, i decided that it would be fun to get to know them in a context that i, myself, was hoping to explore in my real life. 😂 i started to write that one night when grad school (master's degree) was just a goal on my radar! i continued writing it while i got my first master's degree, and, although i'd known for 10+ years that i would one day get a PhD, i never actually expected to be completing the fic the same year (and getting tahno to get his bio swamp phd 😂) the same year that i would get my phd. 😂💕
But also how are you doing? How’s data collection and your summer going? Have you been doing anything fun lately? 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I hope you’re taking care of yourself!
thank you so much you thoughtful creature, you. 😭💕 I AM DOING SO WELL, THANK YOU. data collection is going really well (all the time i can't believe that i'm getting paid to DO THIS, to develop this RESERACH, to study this!!!) and i imagine I'll still be collecting new data through november, and finalizing my analysis and diss manuscript in december (gotta submit it for committee review by january 1st!!!), so it's about to be BUSY, haha!
this summer, i have really been grateful to make money, work on my fun projects, be grateful for the ins and outs of learning to be a homeowner, spending time with family and friends, and reflecting on the past four years of my phd program, and the year ahead. 🥹 it's been a calm summer! i was really leaning into this 'calm before the storm' and i'm so ready to get back into the swing of academia and finally complete this beautiful doctoral program experience and finally finish half a decade's (and more, honestly) worth of hard work. 🥹💕
I’m in the process of re-reading my fav of yours TON.
seriously, this means so much to me. 😭😭😭😭😭😭💕 THANK YOU SO SO MUCH. i hope you have an AMAZING DAY, and that you're ready for ton!!autumn!!! thank you for your patience, your support, and your thoughtful, lovely, lovely ask 🥹💕 ilu!
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