#ANYWAY if youve read this far in the fic or the tags THANK YOU

[getyinyusedtoit]

Chasing the Stars (cezhou || idk what to call this au)

Few things in any life are certain, but since the dawn of time there has never been a way to escape fate.

Prologue: Against the Snow

(1,468 words, beta read by the amazing @cecropiacrown 💓)

It had been snowing for far too long. 

When it began he cannot spare a thought to remember. All he knows is that he has been fleeing against the wind for long enough that every scale along his body from snout to tail is coated in a thin layer of frost that only grows thicker as the warmth in his core continues to dim. At this altitude the frigid cut of the wind whips and slashes with the intent to flay him alive. This pain, however, is the least of his worries. Desperation drives him hurtling into yet another updraft, forcing his body to hold steady and weave within the wind so that it can push him along. His entire frame shudders under the effort of obeying him. His exhaustion is exacerbated by the layers of talismans covering each of his limbs. Each one is a millstone attempting to drag him down, his energy steadily sapping from him and consumed into the painted seals sketched upon them.

Under normal circumstances such a technique would never be strong enough to subdue him, his flames would have made quick work of such delicate vehicles of ill will. Whoever had set the trap he had stumbled into had considered their possibilities thoroughly and planned far too accordingly. The first wave of talismans had been more than met the eye. 

As soon as he had seen that fluttering mass rushing directly at him through the snow he had unleashed a push of flames from his snout, aiming to eliminate them all without having to slow his flight. At the touch of the fire, the talismans had quickly dissolved into untouchable, qi infused seals. He had come to an abrupt stop mid-air, his long body attempting to bend back in a crescent, banking on the use of momentum to flee in a different direction to divert. But they were upon him before he could blink, impossible force crushing his jaw into open submission, rushing down his throat and into the furnace housed deep in his core. They converged, melding together to snuff and subdue the fire of life deep inside, rendering him almost fully defenseless against a net of talismans that seemed to appear all at once from all directions. He had been had.

He had lashed out against the looming wall with his talons, teeth gnashing with the intent to rip and tear, tail sweeping out in a slashing arc behind him. Even this reaction was a beat too late. The talismans had immediately scattered from their formation and hurled toward him, aided by the wind. Though he managed to catch and destroy whatever he could in that flash of movement, waves of them broke over him at once, plastering against his scales, wrapping and pressing everywhere in their journey to subdue. All he could do was barrel through the break he managed to make in the waves, not noting the direction, not caring for anything except for the feeling of energy being sapped from him as the talismans that hadn’t managed to make purchase rushed to pursue his fleeing form. 

Each breath he pulls in sends his chest heaving, every drag through his nostrils full of bitter frigidness that dumps into his cooling lungs. Copper and bile bubble up his throat as he exerts force he does not have in the attempt to wrest full command of his rapidly weakening body back from the talismans. An ache pulses deep within his skull from the effort of fighting against every instinct to keep communication through his bond sealed tight, doing everything he can to ensure that his current state will not be shared. There is nowhere he can go but forward, nothing he can do but buy time and dare to hope that there was enough distance between him and his mate before the talismans had started their pursuit; that his mind can remain strong against the strain. Everything within and without is at war. 

His beaten, traitorous forelimbs are the first part of him to give up the last of their power and submit fully. The ripping and tearing they had endured during his initial breakthrough left them riddled with hundreds of small cuts that had only torn further and intensified against the whipping of the wind. When they give beneath the command of the talismans, it is with all the quiet defeat of a flower withering in on itself. There is no grace period, no blissful stop midair to contemplate his impending doom; the instant they release and go slack beneath his body, he begins to fall.

Like blocks placed all in a neat little row only to be knocked down, it takes mere moments for all of his other limbs to come to a forced rest, the whole of his body finally giving up and falling limp beneath the crushing command of the talismans and the sheer exhaustion that has taken hold deep in his bones. His jaw clicks, attempting to open around an unbidden wail of defeat but the talismans plastered against his snout hold everything inside, denying him even this one reflexive moment of grief in the face of demise. A defiant huff is all that escapes him, the corners of his mouth mimicking a snarl as best they can before his head droops, body following the momentum and tipping into a nosedive.

Death encroaches upon him through this freefall, winds pulling his body along, tossing him through the air and towards the earth as though he weighs nothing, streaking to meet his end with only the sound of howling, hungry gusts behind and around him. Surely his lungs will heave their last before the impact can shatter his bones. 

Lightning cuts down into the horizon, the low droning roll of thunder close behind. No, that can't be right. It’s still snowing, how could there be lightning?

A guttural screech breaks over the booming thunder and his heart seizes, stuttering in his chest with the realization that he was never a step ahead of the enemy, his every move had been analyzed and accounted for before he had even thought of making them. The trap that had been laid was never set just for him; he is also the bait within the noose set to snare another. Everything within that had accepted his fate grinds to a painful, reverberating stop as he frantically drops the walls he had so painstakingly erected to contain and quiet the telepathic communication of his bond. A second shriek full of anguish and rage rings out behind him, closer now. Brokenly, belatedly, the fragmented pieces of his quieting mind click into place, a call ripping forth and trumpeting across waves only one other can decipher.

“Don’t...”

His request falls on ears deafened by the panicked instinct to protect. In an instant he feels the heated lick of flames engulfing him whole, eating away at the talismans covering him in a futile attempt at restoring control and life to his subdued, placid body. An overwhelming presence bears down to enshroud him as the flames recede, talons clicking against and locking with his, a large body winding and cocooning around him. The rushing wind cannot touch him here, in this fervent hold. Tears spring unbidden to the corners of his eyes, his heart swelling with fondness and grief at the action. A familiar snout passes into his line of vision, followed by the slow, tender rub of a cheek against his own. Teeth scrape down the length of his neck to find purchase at his nape, piercing and clamping as if this alone can tear him back from the brink of demise. Pressed this close he is forced to acknowledge the fear that had begun to bubble in his gut: the chest anchored against his back was far too cold. It is already too late for either of them.

A rumble shakes his frame, stirs his own chest into an answering murmur. He drags in a long breath, holding it deep in his lungs as the memory of hundreds of warm sunrises spent tangled in loving limbs fills his senses. Tilting his head back, long neck stretching past the point of possibility, the arch of it becoming a half moon against the dark night sky, he knocks his forehead against the looming, guardian presence atop him. A feeling like the fizzling out of fire in the rain emanates forth to ignite a final spark within his furnace.

I remember. How could I ever forget what you told me that day?

Wrapped in this crushing embrace, he meets the ground. His last breath is not the rattle of death, but the purr of acceptance in the arms of fate.

“In this life, even if I die, I have to die with you.”

[thegrimreaperisanerd]

hi :) binge read your de fic that you have posted on ao3 last night and really enjoyed all of it! excited to see any updates. was wondering if you have any rec for other fic youve read and enjoyed-- i am not god's bravest soldier and do not enjoy trudging through tags and was wondering if you had read anything yourself that you really enjoyed lolol

Hey, thanks so much!!! Sorry it's taken a couple days to answer this, I'm poor as shit and have two jobs now wah... capitilism...

I'm working on the next 46' chapter, It's about 70% complete and I generally let it sit for an evening once it's done then re-read it the next day to catch the vast majority of mistakes (I edit everything myself) so I'd say expect that in the coming days.

I have some thoughts! I... Have never been asked for fic recs before so I'm gonna list a bunch in no particular order that I enjoyed, and reasons why. I will note that I tend to enjoy meaty plot-based works over fluff, so that's what I'll be recommending. Anyway!

Paddling Out (THE REPEATER CORPSE CONUNDRUM) - @transhitman - So this is the first DE fic I read and it set the bar pretty fucking high. YOU'VE GOT: a very cool and insular setting (don't get me wrong I like fics where they travel around Revachol too, but there's something to be said for building a set and living in it for a while) YOU'VE GOT: extremely harrowing tension and pale-fuckery YOU'VE GOT: some genuinely beautiful, heartfelt moments (I don't want to spoil anything but "people don't need your permission to care about you" kinda undid me) YOU'VE ALSO GOT: Amazing art?! Always a bonus, I wish I could draw people lol

Have You Heard The News That You're Dead? - Wizardlover - Time Loop shenanigans hell yeah! Basic premise: Kim is *unable* to save Harry's life after he's shot at the tribunal, each time he dies he Reawakens in Martinaise on the first day and desperately has to try and find a way to either prevent the Tribunal entirely, or survive it. I think the major draw to this one is how well it's characterised and how well that lends to the major source of tension: trying to convince THE WORLD'S BIGGEST SKEPTIC that you *a man he 'has only just met'* is actually stuck in a time loop. Juicy shit.

The Case Of The Man Who Two-Thirds Wasn't There - @glisteningceruleaneyes - We got another case fic here, gang. This is one of those "they travel around Revachol" numbers I previously mentioned. A lot to love about this fic; the minor OCs are all loveable (or at least well-written, looking at you Mr. Bigot-All-Rounder), the elements of writing in the game's style (particularly use of Harry's 'to do' list that you find in the ledger, you don't see that as often!) are all fantastic. Also without spoiling too much I'm a sucker for hurt/ comfort :) I like when bad things happen to our specialist guy :) ALSO! alternating chapters, Kim vs Harry's perspectives contrast REALLY well! Just a super enjoyable read. - On that note I also wanna include a special mention: there's a podfic for this one and since I mentioned my two jobs, I've been listening to audiobooks at work (I'm a cleaner. It's very boring) and that was a fun change of pace!

The Emergent Causeway - hal_incandenza - Now you KNOW this one is good because it's the only *unfinished* fic I'm recommending. Again, We've got art! We've got a brand new (non-Revachol!) setting that still feels excellently Elysium! We got that excellent balance of humour and misery from the get go! EXCELLENT murder mystery so far, I am intrigued AND also there's a fucking puppy. Hell yeah. This one's from Kim's perspective and does a really good job of it, nothing like a man being begrudgingly sent on holiday and being somewhat relieved to have a corpse to deal with.

A Spilled Kaleidoscope - @spilledkaleidoscope - I'm actually recommending a series here. Real definition of "came for the art, stayed for the writing" I mostly have a soft spot because I got to watch a few "haha, what if-?" musing text posts become a series of written chapters and INCREDIBLE DRAWINGS HOLY SHIT. Like, you really just draw hands for fun, huh? This person made a pact with some sort of devil beasts to draw hands very good, at the bare minimum we can read their fiction.

Nothing To Lose But Our Chains - Lepak - I almost forgot this one and I honestly can't believe it because this is one of these ones that you need a cigarette afterwards. Good fucking god. This is probably the best fic I've ever read in terms of not shying away from the heavy themes that make Disco Elysium such a beautiful, moving game. It tackles a racism in many forms, particularly how people like Kim (in working for the RCM) and immigration laws do their part in upholding racist systems, despite the way it hurts him too. Of course, it's also excellently written with tense scenes and some real funny moments. A real good'un here.

The Catacomb Killer - SupposedToBeWriting - Give Harry more memory loss. Make him convinced he killed a kid. Make *Kim* convinced he killed a kid... Then the plot thickens. I won't lie I can't remember fuck all about this one because I was mostly drunk when I read it, but if it was good enough that I kept reading instead of smoking a spliff or something then it must have been excellent... I will re-read it when I have the time, lmao.

MURDER ON THE AIRWAVES - @randomisedmongoose - I'm just a really big fan of murder mysteries and gore. You show me somebody with brain matter pouring from their earholes and I'm like "yum yum, more of that please." I am a sucker for curious methods of murder and this one's good for that. Lots of trekking back and forth like in the game again. More ACAB - always good.

I did not mean to include this many...........................

Oh well. Here's my list, there are plenty of others I've enjoyed but these are just the ones that came to mind! Thanks again for reading my fic! Always makes me happy when people let me know they enjoy my writing :3

[teatitty]

i was never super into black butler but grell always confused me bcuz what she was like in the manga and what fandom said about her was so different (and also fandom was like? violent??? about her and i couldnt understand it) but now that youve been rereading it and ive just had grell casually on my dash but talked about w respect im like relieved. thank fuck people consider her as a character and not a caricature or a boogeyman

You're incredibly welcome anon and if it helps for the most part the fandom has gotten much better with how they treat and perceive her and sure you're still gonna get people who treat her as a cisman or as if she's just horny 24/7 when really she's just naturally quite flirtatious [and very much bisexual if you examine how she is with Madam Red] but those people are much fewer and far between than how it used to be...on tumblr at least

Her AO3 tag is...look just don't go on AO3 for this series in general unless you're reading works by an author you actually know because chances are most of it's gonna be Like That™️ and the less we talk about anime twitter the better which is always a fucking mess regardless

But anyway my re-read was very fun, I enjoyed reliving the things I didn't remember as well and getting to gush about a series with somewhat heavier themes than what I usually post about, and while I have finished said re-read now [I probably could've included more of Lau's moments especially during his and Bard's duo adventure but I was trying to avoid posting too many spoilers for later arcs] I am itching to possibly write my own Grell-centric and UnderGrell fics because they're my honeys ~~~~

The important thing to remember about Grell though is that while she is quite violent and flirtatious not to mention prone to rather comical angry outbursts [usually because she's impatient or someone has slighted her] she's also quite serious about her work, dislikes being given overtime, and also refuses to be scolded or put down by anyone she doesn't actually like and from what we've seen of the reapers thus far, the only one who really doesn't "get along" with her so to speak is William but he's a stick in the mud to everyone, every other reaper we've seen her interact with has been cordial to her if not outright incredibly friendly [Ronald and Othello] so we can assume she's actually pretty well liked among the dispatch and William is just an outlier

Sorry I know you didn't ask for my 3PM Grell Thoughts but I was waiting for an excuse to clarify those points about her character so thank you for being my sounding board hehe

[yellowocaballero]

gshgdh so ive read the current chapters of quantum suicide(9 to 5) and im just. in live eith the story so far???? like aaaa i just, you have this really really nice style of writing that just has such great vibes???? bdgshdv anyway so i was like 'hey i really like this writer, i shoukd check if theyve done other stuff!' and it turns out ive already read your other halflife fic hdgshd its good btw--BUT i went oh tma i know that and i checked that tag and it turns out ive already read like. (1/?)

half of.your tma fics??? like???? woah!!!!!! literally my brain went 'wait. i know you,' GDHSGDHD i rememer reading the road trip-kinda one w daisy and being like Woah and reading the coffee shop one and being like woah but in a very confused way HSGHDD itwas good tho i really liked it!!! bsgsbd anyway ive been LOVING the halflife one youve been writing even tho i feel like i remembered the name wrong but im! very excited for the last chapter!! i saw a wip by an artist i follow that couldve(2/?)

vaguely been of your fic and i. sent them a bunch if words to ask if it was bc i was so excited HDGSHSG almost like! ive done now gshgshdsh--thankyou for reading all these words btw!! i appreciate it B:) and i also! love reading all the words you write so thank you for writing!!! it seems like you write a lot i hope youre taking breaks and taking care of yourself!! hdhsgh anyway thankyou again i have you have a lovely week!!!!(3/3)

Thank you for the nice messages!! Quantum Suicide is definitely one of those “this is for me but y’all can read it if you want” stories but it’s great to see someone enjoying it. That is also true of the two other TMA fics you’ve read, so you’re really seeing my best work jaslkdf. 

...if that work of art DOES turn out to be fanart, let me know! I always really love seeing fanart, it makes my week. 

And haha I am taking breaks! I haven’t been writing much lately just because a ridiculous amount has been going on in my personal life that’s causing some serious fatigue. Don’t worry: writing is something I do for fun, in my free time, and my rule is that if it stops being fun I put it down and stop worrying about it.  

Thanks for the comments!! Hope you have a lovely week as well. 

[macbethheadband]

Tagged by cool blog haver @holdoncallfailed (thank u! i also simply LOVE to talk about myself)

10 songs ive been listening to lately

My friend rachel and i did this 30 song playlist game thing where you pick 30 songs that like, belong to you and mean a lot to you with no consideration for an outside listeners tastes and then you swap and have to listen to each others start to finish. it’s a super fun time and i highly rec it but ive basically been on the same 30 songs for a few weeks lmao heres 10 of them:

unpretty - tlc

vessel - dan mangan & blacksmith

miss you - alabama shakes

martha - tom waits

damn these vampires - the mountain goats

get gone - fiona apple

barcarola - sufjan stevens

i dont feel like dancin - the scissors sisters

closer to fine - the indigo girls

relative surplus value - the weakerthans

and speaking of the weakerthans ive also been blasting john k samson’s winter wheat album. it’s so little and simple and full of the cold sad home town vibes i love john k samson for.

social distancing meme

Are you staying home from work/school? nope! i dont think my job has been classified essential here in melbourne but it involves sensitive material that we havent been given permission to take home so im still going into the city every day!!!!!! super super good!!!!!!!! it’s very isolated work anyway we all stay at our lil desks and dont talk to each other.

If you’re staying home, who is with you? my parents and sister are stuck together while im still relatively free. shes a middle child cancer so u can imagine the carnage.

Who would be your ideal quarantine mate? im happy to be with my sister haha we have a lot of fun together just chilling. we play city folk we play mariokart we watch mad men she made me some earrings that are little harps. love her.

Are you a homebody? oh absolutely. where else would i go. all my stuff is here. i spend all week outside so weekends are a real relief lmao

An event you were looking forward to that got canceled? my parents were going off to ireland + italy meaning we would have the whole house empty for ages wouldve been Lit. i also miss going to the movies so much.

What movies have you watched recently? we watched the platform which fucked me up and made us realise we dont watch foreign language movies yknow. so sick of hollywood i wont be participating any longer goodbye. so then i showed my family bad genius which whips more ass than any other movie on earth. oh hang on we watched toy story 4 last night. okay okay.

What shows are you watching? im watching mad men for the first time and i feel ambivalent! jared harris finally showed up and weve made a game of deciding random throwaway characters are gay and pointing them out with a ‘do you know sal?’ the repressed housewives make me crazy. im also ‘watching’ the podcast show magnus archives which i highly rec if youve somehow managed to avoid getting sucked into it by now.

What music are you listening to? scroll up bapy!

What are you reading? my goal of reading 20 books in 2020 is already waaay behind because im only on my third book and its a honker. im reading the luminaries by eleanor catton and so far its good! im having fun. fic wise.. look away but im reading this reddie fic while also insisting im over reddie and im also reading the only genuinely amazing magnus archives fic ive found so far (im insanely picky and a huge bitch) the office party fic

im gna tag @constellatess and @medievalswords and @whiteshipnightjar and @sounis whats poppin yall.

[27emailsicantsend]

Update: YDML

Hi guys! I just wanted to give you a little heads up. There may be some days where I don’t add a part to the AU for a day, two max. I had a good discussion with @dancerdramatic14 and I hit writer’s block a little. I have the whole story planned, but I am still writing the parts each day. I put a lot of effort into this AU so I want you guys to have a good post, rather than just mediocre content that’s rambley, filler, or doesn’t fit the context of what I’m doing. I want this fic to flow as smooth as a normal story so when I’m done people can read it and stay intrigued start to finish. This is a fic I am really proud of so far and want to keep it that way.

That being said the next part will probably come Friday or Saturday (I should be good to write again tomorrow night though so it’ll most likely be Friday). And this might happen a few times during the AU. I just wanted to tell you guys this so you don’t think I stopped writing 😂

Anyway, I hope you all understand and I appreciate those who have read and commented so far! It’s been a really enjoyable experience and I’m having so much fun with it. Just need a day to recoup :) thanks guys ❤️

Tagging those in my tag list for the fic so they see this:

@dancerdramatic14 @purplefacey @muffy-thatsit-thatsall @suzzysangster @losrgeekwhatevr @thebisexualweirdo @justforart265 @randomsmilingpotatoes @if-its-gay-im-in @bambiandambi @anarcoqueer1994 @alone-in-the-sunlight @youve-got-to-be-kippen-me @violetveneza @internallyscreamingpigeon @hereforthemuffy @smitten--kippen @tea-j-kippen @tylercamebackyes @someplacex @awkwardlonerkid @virareve

[kinkykinard]

What the Water Gave Me

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Leonard McCoy x female reader. Word Count: 5099. Warnings: vaginal fingering, anal fingering, enemas, vaginal sex, anal sex (female receiving), butt plugs. Rating: Adult (18+). Summary: You never thought you would agree to give enemas a try at Leonard’s suggestion, but in the end you’re oh so glad you did. Beta: @daughterofthebrowncoats. Author’s Note: Thank you so so so much to @daughterofthebrowncoats for inspiring this fic and pushing me over the edge into writing it!  I’ve done my absolute best to keep it tasteful without being overly graphic in the wrong ways.  Please don’t feel obligated to read it, but if you want to give it a try, I hope you enjoy it!  Additionally, I’m only tagging the select few people who already know what the fic is and who haven’t run away screaming, but if you would like to be tagged in future fics like this, please let me know!

You’ve been preparing for this night for weeks now, getting used to the idea of what Leonard had told you he wanted to do to you.  You’ve been reading, researching, and carefully asking around about what he had proposed one night when you’d been lying in his arms after a round of lovemaking and though you’ve heard good things, you haven’t been able to quell the undercurrent of anxiety you’ve been feeling.

Shifting around a little on your knees and elbows, you fight the urge to cover yourself.  Your entire backside is exposed to Leonard’s view and though you can hear him in the bathroom next door getting things ready, you can’t help but feel vulnerable and like you’re on display.  The sound of water running has your heart racing and pounding and while you trust Leonard implicitly, you can’t help but be a little bit terrified of what’s about to happen.

When the topic of enemas had first come up, you’d been skeptical and hesitant, but after a bit of reassurance you’d caved and agreed to try it.  Leonard had been over the moon and had promised to take excellent care of you.  He had assured you that it would be painless and wonderfully exciting, and so after thinking on it for a fortnight, you’d let him know that you were ready.

You hear the water in the bathroom stop running and unconsciously fist your hands tighter in the plush towel beneath you.  You hear Leonard’s footsteps grow nearer and gasp when his hand settles gently on the curve of your lower back, rubbing the skin there in broad, sweeping strokes that help soothe you.

“Are you ready, sugar?”  He asks in a tone much more gentle than the authoritative one he often uses in the bedroom, though the effect is the same.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly.  “Please be gentle.”

“Do you trust me?”  He queries further.

“Yes,” you assert.

“Yes…” Leonard trails, quirking an eyebrow and slipping his hand down to your buttock and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Yes Doctor,” you amend.

“Good,” Leonard says, satisfied.  “Now I want you to relax for me, darlin’.  I’m going to lube you up.”

Your heart rate soars again at his words; you’ve never had anyone or anything inside of your ass before and the thought of his fingers there is equal parts maddeningly sexy and terrifying.  You shift a little as you hear the snap of gloves behind you and shiver in anticipation.  Moments later, Leonard’s hand lands back on your buttock and pulls it aside to expose your anus.  You bite your lip and yelp quietly when you feel a cold dollop of lubricant land right on your opening.

“Deep breath,” Leonard instructs.

A few beats of silence and stillness go by and then you feel Leonard’s finger pressing gently, just barely, against your asshole.  Making a conscious effort to relax as it circles, massaging the slick gel into your skin, you resign yourself to his ministrations.  Your face flames in humiliation at being bent over so lewdly but you can feel yourself growing wet as his massage starts to feel good.

When his fingertip first dips inside just the smallest bit a few seconds later, you grasp the towel harder, the skin over your knuckles stretching taut from the effort.  You know Leonard felt your tension mount when he pulls back a little, instead continuing the slow and methodical massaging for a little while longer.

Eventually you relax and when his finger slips inside once more you manage to stay still and at ease.  He takes his time working it in, adding a drop of lube here and there as needed to keep you comfortable.  The longer he spends fingering you, the more you start to wonder why you’d never tried anything anal before; it feels just as good as Leonard had promised it would.

So far, anyway.

“I think you’re ready,” Leonard murmurs.  “You’re relaxing real quick here.”

You nod, resting your forehead on your crossed arms and biting your lip as his fingers slips free of you.  His other hand stays put, though, holding your buttock aside as he picks up a large squeeze bottle with a long, thin nozzle screwed into the end of it. You shut your eyes tightly as he holds it aloft just over your backside, allowing a few drops to dribble from the tip of it and onto your skin.  The water is warm, you’re relieved to feel, and you take a slow, steadying breath as you feel him poise the tip of the nozzle at your opening.

“Okay?”  He asks.

“Yes,” you allow.

You inhale sharply as you feel him press forward and feel the nozzle slide in deep.  It’s only a couple of inches, but it’s more than you’ve ever had inside of your ass before and it feels intense. It takes you a moment to adjust to it as the flared neck of the bottle comes to rest flush up against your opening and you squeeze involuntarily around the hard, unyielding plastic of the nozzle, feeling a twinge of arousal.

“Here comes the water, sugar,” Leonard warns.

Before you can even think to brace yourself, you feel a sudden flush of warmth somewhere deep inside of your belly.  You rock involuntarily back against the nozzle and earn yourself a soft chuckle from Leonard.  He lets go of your buttock, instead stroking his hand up along your spine as he continues squeezing the water into you with the other one.  It’s a completely new and unique feeling, but it’s not unwelcome and perhaps even somewhat pleasant.  The heat of the water spreads through you as more of it is instilled and you moan softly.

“Too much?”  Leonard asks, easing off a little for a moment.

“No,” you say breathlessly.  “It’s nice; it feels good.”

You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Glad to hear it,” he says.  “Not much left to go, but if you take this one like a champ, I’ve got another ready for round two.”

You consider his words as he increases the pressure he’s applying to the squeeze bottle, filling you up with the rest of the small amount of fluid.

“Let me hold this one for a little?” You suggest.  “So I can get used to it?”

“That’s the idea,” Leonard assures you with a chuckle.  “There, all in.”

You groan quietly as you feel him withdraw the nozzle, leaving you missing the sensation of being penetrated.  You shift your weight from one knee to the other a few times but you can’t feel the water sloshing around inside of you like you assumed you would be able to.  Instead, you just feel a little full and very warm.

You tense a little when you feel Leonard’s fingers gently part your labia and slip in the moisture that’s collected there.  As he eases one inside and brushes up against your g-spot, however, you let yourself enjoy the sensations the friction is creating. Between the water in your belly and the finger in your vagina, you feel an orgasm building quickly and you clench your fists to hold it back.

“I don’t want to spill!”  You gasp. “Len, please!”

His rubbing against your g-spot slows and his free hand comes to land on your hip, squeezing it to help ground you a little.

“You’re doing fine,” he encourages.  “You can hold it.”

You shake your head as a fine sheen of sweat breaks out across your skin, making it prickle with goose bumps.  You’re very suddenly feeling the need to release the water and you shimmy forward, scarcely even noticing that Leonard’s finger has slipped from inside of you in your rush.

“I have to go!”  You exclaim, clambering toward the edge of the bed; you’d known the feeling of needing to go was going to be intense, but you hadn’t quite imagined it to this degree.

As you move to stand, Leonard offers you a hand, gently steadying you as you get to your feet.  He presses a hasty kiss to your forehead as you stride by him, making your way into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

When you emerge ten minutes later, you feel a little shaky from the emptying but also more turned on than you remember ever feeling before.  You’re aching to feel more, and it’s with a coy expression that you make your way back over to the bed.

The sight of Leonard standing at the bedside and adjusting the height of an IV pole he’s very clearly purloined from the med bay – a pole with an impossibly large, full enema bag hanging from it – nearly stops your heart.  You bite your lip as you approach him slowly, eyeing the setup.  As you get close enough, Leonard steps in and wraps his arms around you from behind, splaying a hand on your abdomen and rubbing it gently.

“Ready for more?”  He asks.

“Yes, Doctor,” you purr.

Leonard nods, dipping his head to press a kiss to your cheek before nudging you towards the bed.

“On your knees then, sweetheart,” he instructs.

You comply easily, assuming the same position you had been in earlier. It isn’t long before Leonard is standing just behind you, pulling on a fresh set of gloves and uncapping the lube. When he touches you a moment later, spreading your cheeks again just like the first time, you relax a lot more easily and though it’s only the second time you’ve ever allowed him to touch you like this it’s already familiar enough that you’re perfectly content as he presses a finger inside of your asshole to lubricate you.

As he switches out his finger for the enema tip, you realize that this nozzle is thicker than the last one and you feel a little thrill at the thought of it stretching you even more than his finger has.  As he continues to push it forward it occurs to you that the nozzle is shaped like a plug, long and somewhat uncomfortably wide at its maximum diameter.  The discomfort eases quickly, though, as it slides completely inside of you and seats itself with its flared base keeping your cheeks spread.

“I figured that might help you hold this one,” Leonard says softly, strong a hand over your buttock and pressing the plug just a fraction deeper with his thumb, making the tubing running through the center of it bounce a little, sending pleasurable little shocks through your core.  “It’s going to be a big one; going to make your belly swell with all that water.”

“I want it,” you beg on a whim a moment later, turning your head a little so you can just see Leonard out of the periphery of your gaze.  “Please, Len.  I want to feel it.”

“How can I refuse when you beg so sweet, darlin’?”  He says, pleased at the state he’s worked you up into.

Without any warning, Leonard reaches for the clamp on the tubing and releases it, allowing the flow to start.  It’s intense, so much more intense than the first one, and you can’t help but moan as you immediately start to feel full.  You’re about to ask him to slow the flow down a little when you feel a sudden release and realize that the water has started moving deeper inside of you.  The feeling that you’re about to burst fades and is quickly replaced by a pleasant warmth and relaxation.

As the minutes creep by in silence, you focus on the growing heaviness in your belly and the way Leonard’s hands have begun to sweep in a gentle, soothing massage over your lower back, hips, and thighs.  You can feel yourself growing full, the skin on your belly becoming taught from the strain of all of the water inside of you, and soon it starts to become uncomfortable.

“How much more?”  You ask.

“You’ve got just under a third of the bag left,” Leonard replies. “You can do it, sweetheart.”

“I’m getting crampy,” you whine softly.

You gasp as you suddenly feel a brush up against your clit and realize it’s the inside of Len’s wrist as he reaches between your legs to splay his hand on your gently swollen belly.  He carefully massages all over your abdomen, easing the cramping quickly and returning you to a state of comfort and arousal.

“Better?”  He asks.

You nod and take a slow, deep breath as you feel his hand slip away. You can hear him moving around behind you and you glance over your shoulder as you feel him pat your hip a moment later.

“All done,” he announces with a smile.  “You did great, darlin’.”

“I feel so full,” you breathe.

“I want you to hold it for a while,” Leonard insists softly.  “But I can help take your mind off it; make it easier.”

“Yes, please,” you say.

You can hear the rustle of fabric behind you and you can only imagine he’s removing his boxers – the only remaining vestige of modesty he has remaining. You listen a little longer, hearing the tearing of a condom packet and the snap of the lid to the bottle of lubricant. Before long, you feel Leonard’s weight on the bed between your legs and your eyes widen as he lines the head of his cock up with your core.

“Going to make you feel even more full, darlin’,” he explains.  “With that nozzle in your ass and all that water in your belly, my cock’s going to fit inside you nice and snug.”

You bite your lip as you feel him press forward, pushing just the tip of his cock into your wet and waiting pussy.  It’s already more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before and you can’t help but let out a wordless cry as he pushes in deeper, filling you beyond your wildest imaginings.  You clench around his cock, panting as you adjust to the stretch and squeeze.

“Fuck,” you hiss, reaching down to finger your clit, adding to the maelstrom of pleasure you’re already feeling.

“You’re so tight, angel,” Leonard growls.  “Is it too much?”

His concern warms but doesn’t surprise you and you shake your head. Clearing your throat, you reassure him aloud.

“No,” you promise.  “Just… go slow.”

And so he does.

At first, the thrusts are very slow and short, just teasing more than anything, allowing you to get accustomed to the feeling of having something in both of your orifices.  As you start to respond, however, bucking your hips back and bringing your ass flush up against Len’s pelvis, he lengthens the thrusts, increasing his tempo and grabbing onto your hips for stability.

“Oh God,” you moan.  “I’m going to spill, Len!  I can’t hold it like this!”

“You’re going to be just fine, sugar, trust me,” he soothes, slowing his rhythm for just a moment.  “I know how to take your body apart piece by piece and put it back together again, and I know that you’re not going to spill so much as a drop.  Not with this in.”

He pointedly reaches out and presses on the plug-shaped nozzle in your ass. The movement of the smooth plastic against your stretched and spasming hole makes a shudder go through you and you know your orgasm is close.  The tightening of everything inside of you as your climax draws nearer is amplified by your fullness and you’re powerless to stop the onslaught as Leonard starts to move in earnest again.  The rasping of his cock against your g-spot combined with the rhythmic thrum of your fingers against your clit has starbursts popping behind your close eyelids and you gasp for air as your climax hits you.

You cry Leonard’s name as the spasming starts up and grip the sheets beneath you for dear life.  All you can hear is the whoosh of your heartbeat in your ears, the sound in perfect synch with Leonard’s thrusts inside of you.  Within moments he’s coming, too, and the suddenly erratic thrusting helps to bring you down a little bit.  You feel like you’re going to burst but you stay still as he finishes, gritting your teeth as he finally slumps forward, pressing his forehead to the spot between your shoulder blades.

“I’ve got to go,” you rasp.  “Now!”

Though he’s still loose and boneless in the wake of his own orgasm, your comfort is paramount and Leonard quickly slips out from inside of you and climbs to his feet.  With one hand on your lower back to brace you, his other hand goes to the nozzle and grasps it firmly.

“Relax, darlin’,” he says roughly, his voice gravelly in the aftermath of his climax.  “I’m going to pull this out and you can go on ahead.”

You nod frantically, breathing in short, staccato gasps as you feel him tugging on the nozzle.  You wince a little as he pulls it out, the widest part of it stretching you deliciously before popping out with ease.  The second it’s removed, you scramble of off the bed and all but run to the bathroom, closing the door behind you as you reach the toilet just in time.

The next twenty minutes are equal parts relief and living nightmare as you release the contents of the enema.  It’s even more fluid than you thought and you’re weak and shaky by the time it’s finally over.  Your groan of relief and flushing of the toilet attract Leonard’s attention from outside of the room and you hear a gentle knock on the door.

“Why don’t you get into the shower?”  He suggests.  “I’ll join you in a minute.”

It sounds like an amazing idea and you agree easily.  Waiting a moment before standing to get your bearings, you pull a few extra fresh, fluffy towels out from under the sink and set them on the counter for afterward.  Eventually, you get to your feet and step into the shower, pulling the glass door closed behind you and turning on the spray; real water, not the sonic jets that you usually use.

As the heat of the water eases any remaining tension in your muscles and washes away the prickle of sweat on your skin, you hardly notice Leonard climb into the shower with you until his arms wrap around you, his hands coming up to cup your breasts.  His thumbs graze your nipples and you sag back against his chest, groaning contentedly.

“So what did you think?”  He asks, dipping his head to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

“It was intense,” you summarize.  “I think I’d like to try it again some time.”

“Yeah?”  Leonard murmurs hopefully.

You nod, tipping your head to the size, nuzzling his cheek.

“There’s something else I’d like to try, too,” you continue slowly.

“What is it?”  He asks as he pulls away a little, reaching for the soap.

You watch him as he pours a bit of it into his hands and works it through his fingers before reaching up to start lathering you up.  The massage feels heavenly and you fall silent for several long moments, enjoying the sensation of his fingers on you.

“I want to feel your cock in my ass,” you say a few moments later, breaking the companionable silence.

Leonard’s massage doesn’t stop, but you can feel the wanton need radiating off him.

“You’re all nice and clean inside now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, suddenly pressed flush up against you again, sudsy hands trailing down your arms to grasp your wrists.  “Do you think you can handle coming for me again?”

You feel lust coil in the pit of your belly at the thought of having him inside of your ass and even though you’re spent from the evening’s activities, you find your body ready and raring to go again in an instant.  Nodding, you press your ass back against him, wiggling it just a little to rub at his heavy, slowly-hardening cock.

“Yes,” you say emphatically, dislodging his hands and leaning into the spray to wash off the soap so you’re not covered in slippery suds.  “I’m ready, Len.”

He chuckles softly, leaning forward with you and settling his hands on your hips, pulling you back up against him even more.  You can feel his cock stiffening and straining against your buttocks and you reach for the grab bar at the front of the shower. Originally designed in case the gravity failed while one was in the shower, it makes a great hand hold for sex, too, and you plan on making good use of it.

“Stay just like that for me, darlin’,” Leonard instructs, pulling open the shower door and quickly stepping out.  “I’ll be right back.”

You watch him cross over to the medicine cabinet and roll on a condom before pulling out a bottle of lubricant different from the one he’d used in the bedroom.  From its more viscous, silky texture you know it’s silicone-based and you groan inwardly at how good you know it’s going to feel on your asshole.  You shift your weight from foot to foot as Leonard applies a generous amount of the lubricant to his cock and fingers, and you reach up to angle the showerhead down further as he makes his way back over to you.

Seconds later, Len is back in the stall with you and closing the door with his lube-free hand.  You feel the other one brush the cleft between your cheeks and you reach back, pulling one cheek aside to give him better access.

“God damn, sweetheart,” Len growls.  “You’re going to make me cum before I even have a chance to touch you if you keep that up.”

You flash him a coy smile and wiggle your hips a little to tease him.

“Now,” he says, slipping his fingers further into the cleft and pressing one up against your anus.  “Let’s get you lubed up.  Don’t want to hurt you, darlin’.  Want to make you feel good.”

You nod and brace yourself, relaxing into his touch as one finger slips easily inside of you right up to the hilt.  It feels good – so warm and vital – but it’s not enough.  Leonard can tell you’re ready for more just by how comfortable and relaxed you are around his finger and he doesn’t leave you waiting for long before slipping a second one in alongside the first.

“You really are ready,” he says with a groan.  “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.  Going to take me nice and deep, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you rasp, letting go of your cheek so you can hold onto the grab bar with both hands again.  “Please. I need you.  Now.”

He’s usually the one giving orders, but in the state you’ve worked him into with your desperate pleading and your clenching around his penetrating fingers, he’s in no mood to argue or put you off any longer.  Withdrawing his scissoring digits, leaving you empty and wanting, he steps in so his cock is probing at your opening.  One hand goes to your hip and the other to his cock, guiding it slowly into you.  As soon as his head slips inside, you let out a strangled cry of ecstasy and feel the blood rush to your head as arousal washes over you.

“I’m going to go slow, baby girl,” Leonard assures you.  “Going to watch my cock disappear into you one inch at a time.”

You desperately want him to just get on with it already, but at the same time you’ve heard horror stories about people taking it too fast with anal – especially their first time – and so you’re happy to let him ease into it.  So far it feels incredible and you don’t want anything in the world to change that.

You breathe slow and deep as he starts to push deeper, feeling your heart hammering in your rib cage as his cock presses forward, filling you up and stretching you more than you’ve ever felt before.  The burn of the stretch is a little bit uncomfortable but far too exciting to be bothersome and it only adds to your arousal.  The thought of Leonard’s cock entering your ass is dizzying and you grip the grab bar just a little bit harder to compensate for how weak in the knees you suddenly find yourself.

“I want you to film us sometime,” you blurt, unable to hold back the thought.  “I want to watch you penetrating me.”

“Christ, sugar,” Leonard growls.  “You’re going to kill me.”

You laugh softly, though it turns to a gasp a moment later as you feel him bottom out inside of you, his pelvis flush against your backside. Reaching back, you run your fingers over the spot where the two of you are joined, groaning at how taut you feel around him.  Leonard echoes the noise with one of his own as he runs both hands up your sides to cup your breasts.  He pinches at your nipples gently, just enough to send a shock of arousal through you as he allows you to get used to having him inside.

“You can move, Len,” you grind out after a minute or two of stillness. “You’re not going to break me.”

Leonard gives no indication that he’s heard you until you feel him pulling back a moment later.  The sensation of friction is incredibly sexy and you cant your hips forward a little to speed him along.  You’re desperate to increase the pace, to feel the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls.  Submitting completely, you drop your shoulders so that your ass is well presented, all the while keeping your hands on the grab bar to keep the two of you stable.

You realize that Leonard needs no more encouragement as he starts to thrust.  It’s a leisurely in and out at first, comfortable but teasing, though it quickly becomes so much more.  It’s wildly different from having him in your pussy and it feels incredible.  The lubricant makes the slide of flesh on flesh effortless and heightens the sensation.  Leonard’s harsh breaths and groans of ecstasy only add to the rush and it’s all you can do to grit your teeth so that you don’t splinter apart in a climax just yet; you want this to go on forever.

You aren’t sure how long it goes on as the thrusts become raw, carnal. All you know is that you’ve never felt a climax as big as the one you have building coming before.  Your legs are shaking from the effort it’s taking not to come apart at the seams and you’re sure Leonard can feel the thundering of your heartbeat against the palm he’s got beneath your breast.

One more deep, hard thrust and it’s all you can take.  You scream Leonard’s name as you tip over the precipice, climaxing so hard you can barely breathe.  The shower water has long since gone cold but your skin feels like it’s on fire as you spasm around Leonard’s cock, thankful for the support he’s providing with his grip on your ribcage.  

As your orgasm rages on, you can feel Leonard’s cock thickening inside of you and within second you’re coming together.  You wish you could feel him coming inside of you without the condom, feel him filling you to the brim with his seed, but for this time just the feelings of his hips bucking against you and his fingers gripping your skin almost too tightly have to suffice.

As the two of you come down you sag, your grip on the grab bars slipping and nearly sending you sprawling if not for Leonard’s hands on you.  He rights you easily, holding you tight against his chest until you can find your balance.  As he shifts so that you’re out of the cold spray, his cock slips from inside of you and you hiss at how sensitive you’re left in its wake.

“Alright?”  He asks softly.

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling tiredly, satiety clearly evident on your face. “I’m fine.”

Leonard nods and loosens his hold on you as you pull away, giving you the chance to lean forward and turn off the water.  The two of you take your time stepping out of the shower, and you luxuriate in Leonard’s hands on you as he carefully towels you off.  The room air is cool on your post-coitally warm skin as you step into the bedroom and you order the computer to increase the temperature just a little, and you can’t help but smile as you catch sight of the now-empty enema bag hanging on the IV stand beside the bed.

“Scotty’s going to have a fit when he sees we’ve maxed out my weekly water allowance,” Leonard says wryly as he steps up behind you and places his hands on your shoulders.  “What am I going to tell him?”

“The truth,” you tease with a wink over your shoulder.  “He’ll never question it again.”

Leonard barks out a laugh as he steers you toward the bed and ushers you in under the covers.  You sigh contentedly as he climbs in next to you and turns out the lights before shifting around so that you can lie on his chest.  He rubs a hand up and down along your back as you lay your ear next to his heartbeat and let it lull you into a state of total relaxation.

“Did you really have a good time tonight?” Leonard asks in the otherwise comfortable silence.

Turning your head a little, you press a gentle kiss to his pec before going right back to listening to his heartbeat to help reassure him.

“I did,” you promise.  “And I can’t wait to do it again some time.”

You can feel a tension you didn’t even realize was there leave Leonard’s body as he pulls you in just a little closer, just a little tighter.

“I’m so glad,” he whispers.  “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Len,” you reply.

Leonard drifts off to sleep very quickly afterward, but you lay awake for a little while listening to his soft snores and enjoying the clean and empty feeling inside the enemas have left you with.  When you do finally doze off, it’s to fantasies of all of the other kinds of things you’re desperate to try now that you’ve had a taste of how good doing something unconventional can be.

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I LOVE jalexy's taz fics. Raise and get Razed is fuckin hilarious, and Do You Remember Me is so sad and sweet and Im so excited for the next update <3!

Jalexy I don’t really know you that well but from what I’ve seen you are very nice and I love seeing your icon in the chat discussions!!

Galexy is really jazzed about dnd! And she knows her stuff! It's really fun going back and forth when talking about the pros and cons of spells in different situations!

Hey Jalexy! It’s been a lot of fun seeing you around on the writer’s discord! Thanks for giving boom and me ways to customize the server to maximum non-readability – I’m sure we’ll use that information in totally responsible ways and not at all for fun and goofs. Your ideas for the potential Pacific Rim au were great – you mentioned that you like to make connections between the different stories and that’s one of my absolute favorite parts of coming up with aus. We should talk more about aus sometime! I love them so much, come and talk and share this au pit with me. (Then we can trick other people into writing them.)

I read your fic, “Raise and get Razed” and it was wonderful! I really like that you took a look at what necromancers might be beyond very goth and hiding out in caves; those are fun too, but the necromancers in your story are original and interesting! I love the idea of average people getting creative with a dark form of magic for relatively innocent reasons – I never would have considered a person using necromancy to help their farm, but asking a parent for advice using plants as a sacrifice are excellent ideas.

I think my favorite part, though, were the pun names and Lup’s reaction to them! I have no idea how you came up with so many but that entire section where the group is being asked for their names was wonderful. My absolute favorite line is this: “B- Buddy- Buddy Corpse? His name’s Buddy Corpse. It’s- it’s ironic how he- he died really c- cause I can admit that it sounds like bloody corpse but th- that’s his real god given name.” (Poor guy, how did he never notice this trend?) Lup going back to retrieve the bodies just so she could see if their names were also puns was hilarious and absolutely something Lup would do. Poor Kravitz is trying to be professional and Lup and Barry aren’t helping; it’s a mess and a delightful peek into their dynamics together!

Thank you for sharing this work and some wonderful experiences on discord, and I hope we can talk again soon! I hope you feel every bit as appreciated as you deserve to be!

I’ve also read your fic “Do You Remember Me?” that you’re collabing with hyperInactive, and I am so excited to see where you two go with it! I’m incredibly fond of aus, and especially those that explore what might have happened differently in the story with even a slight change. I really love the idea of Lup getting out of the Umbrastaff early, and this is the first time that I’ve seen it explored with Lup leaving the Umbrastaff during the Rockport Limited arc. (While I was reading I hoped that the au aspect was going to be Lup being freed early, but I was not expecting it to happen in that moment! I had to stop and try to remember if that was how the fight went down - and then the crab snapped the staff and I had a great “oh shit” moment.) That’s such a unique opportunity! Lup has the chance to see what’s happening on the moon base and react to it, but is also able to more obviously interact with events of the story in a way that she couldn’t in canon. There are so many possibilities here! I’m not sure what you’re planning with the rest of the fic, but there are several arcs filled with potential and I’m so excited to see where you go with it!

What I especially liked in the fic - something else I haven’t seen before - is Lup refusing to believe that her brother would have forgotten about her. There are a number of fics that explore Lup learning things from inside the umbrella, and in most of them she figures out almost immediately that Taako has forgotten everything, including her. I love the difference of, despite all of the evidence that might hint otherwise, Lup doesn’t believe it. (And the moment on the train when she wonders if Taako stopped looking for her after a couple of years broke my heart - she’s not angry, but she never would have stopped looking for Taako.) That’s such a realistic way to portray that realization; it’s the one thing that Lup refuses to accept until she absolutely has to, and that gives her moment of realization so much more impact. I’m very excited to see what you do with both this and other fics in the future!

"Jalexy, the apprecaition zone has led me to your Ao3 and i have never been more greatful. 'Raise and get Razed' was hilarious and all round a wonderful short read! All their names are puns and it took me a while to get it but once it clicked I died laughing. Also the setting of the barn, and their reason for summoning (pumpkings, the first instinct when pumpins arn't growing is ask a demon. im.)  was great?? I loved it. Im not very far into 'Do You Remember Me' that you have been writing with hyperInactive but bOY is it good. The lup feels are so heavy in this one, and I can assure you I'll be binging the entire fic sometime soon. Theres this wonderful mix of lines straight from the podcast as well as explorations of scenes from Lup's perspective and its just. The feels. Its just all so good."

Cool. Well I would like to say that I read some of her fics and that her strongest skill, one I really envy, is her ability for description! It’s really easy to picture what she’s saying and it’s all so real seeming. Honestly it’s an amazing skill and makes her writing great in a way that keeps my attention and I just assume everyone else’s

Their angst is absolutely A+ and their tumblr has the perfect balance of fandom v memes, and i enjoy following them v much (although I don't understand their homestuck references, which i assume are very funny based on other experiences). They're a warm and funny presence on the discord, which is mainly how I know them, and they're always around to chat or to help generate Horrible Ideas. They are eminently quotable and the discord would be an emptier place without them.

Ive got my addition! Ive read and reread your gift for candlenights sooo many times!! I love your works, but that one in particular was so funny i was dying! Badass dysfunctional reaper squad is the absolute best, and I love how you write them! You’re a ton of fun to have in the chat, from the thousands of cursed jean jokes that get dropped to the fun ideas tossed around (even in the dangerous waters of the homestuck tag). Stay cool!!

Raise and get Razed was one of the funniest TAZ fics I've read!! Barry is a nerd, the characterization was spot-on, and the sheer amount of puns... I kept laughing through the entire thing! Also, I love your blog and blog theme,, it's so soft and nice to look at.

I hope this isn't too late but for galaxies good good feels thing I wanted to say that I knew them in the McElroy party server and they've always been extremely fun to be around and just a joy to be near. they always have soft, fluffy ideas that they execute beautifully, it's good enough to be published as a children's book, and honestly, their ideas are great for when you just want to unwind with a warm and fluffy story.

Sorry this is so late ive been moving house while working full time things been slipping x.x Jalexy! Holy jazz you beautiful human, you are a day-brightener in every possible way! You're so positive and easy to talk to and an actual literal Great Human with a tumblr that is aaaaaall Good Shit (bc I legit scrolled through for a couple hours because all of it was so good?? You know how to pass on that good good content and it's ALWAYS a good day when you're on my dash. Thank you for being one of the sunshine people <3

"Hey!!! I don't get to talk to you nearly enough for how fucking cool you are, but you are super fucking cool. I wish i had so much more substace to put in this than i do, but school is kicking my ass (like always, really, fucking developmental disorders, why are they like this???) and i am a nervous bean who has seen your url and your killer handle (seriously, that nickname and handle are to die for!!! good shit right there) many times and been too weenie to talk to you. I know you are super chill and super cool, and i admire you a lot, and hopefully we talk a lot in the future. <3"

Time To Appreciate the Shit out of Alex!  Like, ok, you are just so good???? im giving up on anonymity here, you're gonna know its me by what I say.  If I tried to be vague and anonymous, I wouldnt be happy with what I said.  (Also this is gonna be super sappy bc i have two modes: Angst and Sap, and this sure as hell isnt gonna be the former).  Anyway, you are so much fun to write fics with.  Like, hands down I would write endless amounts of stories with you bc you have such good ideas, constantly.  Half the time our brainstorming is me sending you an idea that I think is decent but not that great, and then you sending back an idea that is just So Damn Good.  Your story ideas are super original too, and they're stories that if I saw them in a bookstore i would buy them in a heartbeat because I've seen nothing really like them.  And your writing never fails to make me laugh, because you just have this way of adding humor to stories that doesn't seem forced at all and I'm convinced its a whole different art form because I could never be as funny as you when I write.  And then, when the humor is super obvious in the writing it doesnt even feel wrong or clunky in any way it's just hysterical.

Your writing style is just so unique and I could read it forever.  Youve been one of my absolute Best Friends for four years now, and you've motivated me to write so much, I can never repay you for all the ideas youve given me and the beta-ing help and the brainstorming we've done that most of the time turns into us making jokes about Everything.  Do You Remember Me is one of my favorite things to write, and thats largely thanks to you.  You're just so supportive of all my writing, no matter what it is, and I hope that I'm doing a good job in return because honestly?  I think one of the reasons I'm so intent on making that fic perfect is because I want to make you proud?  You're just a huge inspiration to me and I really want you to be happy with the fics we make together.  And you'd better know that when you publish your first novel, I'll be the first one to get a copy because its gonna be amazing! You're gonna be amazing!

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