#ANYWAYS HIIII BACK FROM HIATUS

[shuteyelenz]

Happy (late) valentines day!☎️💕

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(Repost cuz I didn't like the og I posted. Bleh.)

(Click for better quality. Per usual.)

Ship doubles of my guys , moots of doubles, pr☆ship/c☆mship, under 17+ Never interact plz. I block freely.

Silly close ups + alt/rendered ver cuz WHY NOT💥

sorry, this is literally like a week late. =[ busy and all that jazz. but YIPEEEE LENZBY POSTING THE WORLD IS BETTER (worse) NOW 💥 inspired by those old 60s/70s valentines cards. Especially the ones by C.rumb because I take inspiration from his style, + it's very fitting for us. Usually, I don't draw stuff with phones when I draw Lenzby (because of the novel n all. Ifykyk), but I like how this turned out & i thought the pun worked. Anyways enough yap salad just look at 70s man yaoi.

[love2poetry]

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⤷ mcu!peter parker x artsy!reader

𝜗𝜚. . . synopsis. you are both peter's love and loss of his life

𝜗𝜚. . . general tag. mostly fluff & some angst

.ᐟ. . . content warnings. if you see any grammar mistakes, keep them to yourself pls thx<3 might be cringe tbh

♫⋆｡ our field of dreams, engulfed in fire your arson's match your somber eyes and i'll still see it until i die, you're the loss of my life

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ sophia's letter ! i wrote this as it's raining and can you guess what scented candle i have lighting? 😝 anyway i went through a depressive episode for no reason so i took a hiatus, but i might be back for the summer. i often go through another one when school starts so im gonna do the most now. i was thinking of making a part two for this using 'peter' but idk. anyway, HIIII NEW GRACIE ALBUM THIS WEEK RAGHH

prequel

wc. 1,926

spring had just began, more warm days after months of freezing cold weather. today, however, seemed to be one of the few cold, rainy days february had left. you had finished homework earlier today, always wanting to have your weekends free as much as you can, so you decided to occupy your mind with something else more calming. 

after finishing the last of your ap psychology assignment, you walked to your kitchen and made yourself a quick matcha. as you measured the green powder into your cat mug - a lovely gift peter got you because one of the cats in the bug is a calico, like your own cat - a thud was heard from your room. it was followed by an 'ow' quickly after, causing a small smile to form on your lips.

peter.

at the sudden noice, autumn, your calico cat, run cautiously out of your room. after finishing your matcha with some creamer, you also walked to your room. 

peter looked towards the door upon sensing you. his spidey sense usually only triggered when danger was near, however, when it came to you, peter was able to feel you. he couldn't describe it, but there was something in you that made him feel safe. it was a warm feeling that ran down his spine, and maybe it was because he was in your room, but he could also smell the vanilla lotion you love to use. everything about you made him feel like he was engulfed by a soft blanket.

so it was no surprise that the first thing peter did was offer you a smile. you automatically smile back of course. how could you not when he looks at you like that, like he was going to somehow bring you the moon he often photographed because it made him think of you. 

'it's raining,' peter pointed with a boyish grin. the obvious pitter patter coming from your windows made you tilt your head playfully. 'you don't say.'

peter patrolled the streets of new york everyday as his alter ego, spider-man. but on days like this, he likes to use the weather as an excuse to come see you earlier instead. he has a build in heater in his suit of course, but in his opinion it doesn't work as well as a good cuddling season with you.

peter sets his masks down on your night stand. 'cuddles?'

you took a sip of your matcha as you walked to your desk. 'i have to work on my portfolio.' you heard him walk to your dresser that sat on the corner of your room where you had a drawer with his clothes to change to after patrol. 'i thought you were done with it?' 

'yea, it's just,' your fingers glossed over your sketches. junior year was ending and soon college applications will start. it had been your dream to attend the art school of chicago, and now that applications are around the corner, you want to make sure everything is perfect. 'it doesn't feel complete.'

once peter was out of his wet suit and into his favorite pair of bright pink hello kitty pants matched with a plain white tee, he sneaked his arms around you, taking your comforting scent in. you felt him place a kiss in your hair, 'i think it's perfect.'

you turn to look at him with an unimpressed expression. his smile widens and he can't fight the urge to kiss you any longer. peter gently presses his lips into yours. he's always been delicate with his kisses, especially after being spider-man. you knew it was his way to ground himself after a day of fighting criminals, so you let him be as soft as he needed. 

you loved it that way. you loved him that way.

peter pulls away first. 'i have some photos i took last week. you could draw some if you need.' 

peter's hobby went hand in hand with your art. thanks to being spider-man, he was able to take some shots of new york no one else would be able to obtain, and he often let you sketch them, so often that half of his storage is pictures he takes for you to draw. the other half is probably of you.

you hum in agreement, still looking into peter's eyes. you have never loved brown as much as you do now. 

'tomorrow.' peter took your mug in one hand, then used the other to hold your hand while he drag you over to bed. 'today, we cuddle.' he set your bug on the night stand. 

you smile. 'okay.'

you two settled under your warm covers with you closest to your mug incase you want a sip, but before you could find a comfortable position, peter stood up, muttering a quick 'wait!'. 

you frown, but understood what he was doing when he pulled a lighter from your drawer in the night stand. he lit up the candle that rested on top. apple pumpkin. you bought a few pumpkin scented candles last fall, and peter grew to love this specific one. he wasn't a fan of scented candles because of his enhanced smell, but this one was subtle enough for him to enjoy without getting a headache.

once peter returned to bed, he wrapped his arms around your waist with his head on your chest. he slightly tilted his head to plant a kiss into your skin. 'i love you.'

his whispered confession filled you with butterflies. you don't know what you did to be lucky enough to love this boy in your arms, let alone be loved back by him. one of your hands wrapped around his back, while the other caressed his check, slightly squishing his face. his chuckles echoed in the room along the rain when you started kissing his face. 

two kisses on his right check, two more on the left, three on his forehead, and one on the bridge of his nose. 

'i love you more.'

a bright smile stayed on peter's face as he shook his head. 'that's not possible.' your smile matched his, 'i think it is. no, i know it is.' 

'i love you most.' before you could disagree, you felt his hands sneak under your shirt, cutting you off by tickling your sides. you squeak in surprise and try to squirm away. your laughter fills peter's ears, 'okay! i can't breathe!'

peter paused his movements and you inhale to suggest, 'we both love each other equally.'

peter makes a thinking face. 'i'll let you have this win,' he rolled his eyes playfully before settling in your arms again. 

the two of you stayed intertwined in bed until you felt peter's breathing slow down, indicating he had fallen asleep. his weight was on your side now, but looking down at him you decided you wanted to engrave this moment forever. 

swiftly, you reached for the small sketchbook you keep on your night stand. thankfully, you had left a pencil there too. you sat up slightly, making sure not to disturb peter's slumber. his arms tighten around you making you freeze, but the light snores coming from peter tell you he is still deep in his sleep.

you find a clean page and begin drawing shapes until you like how they all sit together. you move to the face proportions, not focusing on shading yet. your hand makes the hair part look effortless, and it may be from the many times you've drawn these curls. moving back to the face, you use your finger to blend the lines better.

finishing the rough draft, your focus goes to the nose, moving to the freckles you have memorized. 

'stalker.'

peter's deep voice caused a blush to creep into your cheeks. it wasn't the first time peter caught you drawing him, he has seen the many sketches and paintings you've done of him, but you still shy way when his eyes follow every detail of him you've embedded into your mind. 

if only you knew peter feels the same. to know the person he loves more than anything has memorized him, his body and soul, fills him with an indescribable feeling. he does the same with his camera. most of his photos are moments you've shared together that he wants to remember forever. 

peter not having storage on his phone from all the candid pictures he has of you is his version of when you learned to draw the lines that form around his eyes when he smiles.

'shut up,' you nudge your leg against his. there's smiles on both of your faces as peter snuggles closer to you. 

the room is rather dark by now, only the candle peter had previously lit and another lamp you always have create a cozy atmosphere. the warm glow of the lamp reaches your features enough for peter to see and he takes his time to draw his own painting of you in his mind. 

the flickering flame of the candle mixing with the apple pumpkin scent ignite a perfect portrait of peter you ache to fabricate, you take a mental picture for later.

you could be here with peter for all time. 

neither of you knew that it was only momentary. 

peter climbed through the window, a plastic bag in hand. he pulled his mask off, wet hair falling over his eyes. 

the loud thunder from outside shook his apartment. it started raining earlier that day, so peter decided to cut his patrolling short. he hadn't done it in a while.

his body was freezing from the harsh wind that he old suit would have kept him warm from. he walked towards a basket full of his clothes that sat in a corner, that was his dresser for the time being, and grabbed a gray shirt. 

when peter picked up the shirt, he caught a glimpse of what once were a bright magenta hello kitty bottoms, is now a dull shade of pink. with a sinking feeling, peter decided to put them on as well.

he made it to his twin size bed where he left the bag and took out the single purchase he made. 

a small scented candle. apple pumpkin.

once lit, he set it on the small dining table his studio apartment came with. he stared at it until the soft scent filled his nose. his throat closes when memories of you that are still imprinted in his mind come back. peter feels his left eye twitch as tears threaten to spill, but he refuses to cry. 

he can't afford a breakdown. he has no one to turn to anymore. peter doesn't know if he can pick himself back up if he breaks. it was easier with tony because he had may and friends who cared about him. but especially because he had you. 

now may is gone, he's a stranger to his friends, and every detail of peter you had memorized has been erased. 

peter turns back to his bed and pulls the covers to get in. he continues to stare at the flame emotionless, slowly dissociating from his lonesome. 

even after everything, peter can't comprehend how you could go from perfectly drawing the creases on his lips without a reference to not even remembering his name. 

do you still have those pieces of him? 

do you still draw him even now like it is muscle memory?

is he in your dreams like you are in his?

you will continue to occupy peter's mind until the day being spider-man finally kills him. you were his deepest love, and now his greatest loss. 

[notiddygothgf]

17. Not a Date

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝Is this a date? ❞

★ c.w.: suggestive content. tooth rotting fluff. the hayakawa family being the hayakawa family. denji and power need their own warning.

★ a/n: HIIII EVERYONEEEEE!!! im back from my unofficial hiatus. So let me spill the tea -- as you all may know, I'm a Premedical student, and let me tell you..... finals did my ass INNNNN!! it was a struggle to stay alive but we #survived. I haven't been feeling like myself lately, but I'm taking a winter vacation to my lovely motherland, Puerto Rico, and I am SOOOO at peace rn. It's done wonders for my creative juices.

Thank you all for leaving such wonderful comments on all of the chapters while I was away. Yes, I've been reading them, and, yes, I've been cracking up over them for the past two-ish months. Y'all are fuckin hilarious. Anyway!! To make up for my absence, I've decided to double update and feed the girlies. I'm so sorry! I didn't forget about y'all... but....

Y'all know the drill... the more you comment, the more I update! comment away!! hugs and kisses from PR!!

★ w.c: .4.1k

shameless ; chapter index

As Aki was presently in no shape to cook, the two of you decided to go out for dinner. You tried hard not to think too hard about what it meant – of course, it was hard to ignore the way he tossed a twenty at Denji and Power and told them not to kill the delivery driver (and, subsequently, to not call him unless it was a dire emergency).

It wasn’t a date. He hadn’t asked you on a date, yet, so it wasn’t one.

So why did you feel so nervous?

Picking at the seam of your Public Safety slacks – the only decent outfit you had available, unless you counted your unlimited supply of oversized clothes from your not-quite-boyfriend – you shifted in your seat. Your eyes flitted over the restaurant, its patrons, the red wallpaper; anything but the handsome young officer sitting in front of you.

Aki was sitting directly across from you, long legs spread beneath the table, donning a blue button down shirt and some black slacks. It wasn’t the Public Safety uniform you had been so used to but, still, it was nice. His hair was down, the way you liked it, framing his pretty face beneath the dim lighting in a way that had your heart thrumming anxiously against your ribcage. 

Again, though, it wasn’t a date. He hadn’t said it was a date. 

You were just nervous because it was the first time you and him had gone out to eat together… alone.

Your plate was empty. Aki’s plate still had a few pieces of spaghetti on it. Long, pretty fingers plucked a fork off the table and twirled the noodles around until they were all balled up. He popped the spaghetti into his mouth, chewing with a quiet hum to signify his satisfaction.

Finally, he replied to the question you had asked a minute earlier. “November 11th.”

“You’re a scorpio?” You tilted your head, flashing him a funny little smile despite the horde of butterflies loose in your chest. 

“I guess,” He shrugged. He polished off the remainder of his spaghetti in one bite. “What about you?”

“Cancer,” You answered. “July 12th.”

He only nodded, smiling faintly as he wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. The motion was casual, but there was something disarming about the way his smile lingered—warm and unhurried, like the late afternoon sunlight stretching across the café table. It made you falter, your own words catching in your throat as you searched for some confirmation, some clue in his expression to tell you what this was.

When his response came only in the form of that soft smile, the silence began to press down on you. A beat passed, then another, before you let the intrusive thought escape. “We’re supposed to be compatible.”

“Are we?” His grin deepened, and though it carried his usual dry amusement, there was an edge of curiosity there too—like he was testing the weight of your words.

“That’s what the zodiac says, anyway.” You shrugged, feigning nonchalance as you reached for your glass of water. The rim felt cool against your lips, a welcome distraction from the heat creeping up your neck. You told yourself it was ridiculous to put so much stock into something you’d read in a horoscope, and yet, your heart still beat a little faster when he tilted his head, considering you.

When the busboy came to collect the plates, Aki leaned back in his chair, his gaze softening as it settled on you. You caught it in your peripheral vision and turned toward him, only to find his expression unreadable but impossibly fond. That low hum of agreement that followed—“I have to agree”—seemed to reverberate in your chest, grounding you and upending you all at once. 

Your breath hitched, and you felt your composure slipping, the warmth rising from your chest to your face, blooming like a flush of petals that wouldn’t stop spreading. Were you imagining it? Reading too much into a simple response? He had always been measured with his words, careful to say only what he meant—but what did this mean?

The thoughts looped in your mind as you stared down at the now-cleared table, the edges of the placemat a blur. When you finally looked up, his eyes were still on you, patient, as though waiting for you to catch up to some conclusion he’d already reached.

The words tumbled out before you could stop them. “Is this a date?”

For a split second, you panicked. Maybe you’d said too much. Maybe you’d made it weird. But then his eyebrows raised, just slightly, and his lips curved into something small but genuine. “Why do you ask?” 

“Well…” You tried to play it cool, but your voice betrayed you, coming out softer than you’d intended. “It feels like one.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, leaning forward just enough for his elbow to rest against the edge of the table. “I would’ve dressed a little nicer if I knew I was taking you out out.” His tone was teasing, but the look in his eyes suggested something more—a hopefulness that mirrored your own.

Your heart swelled at the words, a warmth unfurling in your chest that no amount of teasing could deflate.

“Do you… want it to be a date?” He asked, then.

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the directness of the question, and you wondered if he could see how your pulse quickened. 

“I dunno… I mean,” You sighed, “On paper, I’m still married.”

Aki quirked a brow, “I think we’re a little far past that, aren’t we?”

You laughed – a genuine one, one that made your chest feel light. “I mean, it just doesn’t feel right – us dating before the divorce is finalized.”

There it was again. That word – divorce. 

It was hard to believe all of this was really happening.

“Then, it doesn’t have to be a date,” He shrugged, as if divorce and making the relationship official weren’t a big deal. Then, as if he had sensed the way you deflated, he added, “We can go on our first date when everything is finalized – go out ‘n celebrate,” Then, he smiled, “I’d take you somewhere way nicer than this, anyway.”

You could have laughed at the absurdity of it all. In fact, you almost did. “Celebrating a divorce with your mistress. That’s not something you hear every day,” You grinned. 

For a moment, a part of you doubted if this—all of this—was the right thing to do. The thought lingered like a shadow, nudging at the edges of your mind even as you tried to ignore it. Was it too soon? Too messy? Too complicated? The weight of your still-intact marriage loomed large, a tether that made it hard to feel fully present. But even as those doubts surfaced, another part of you felt freer than you had in years—like unshackling yourself from a life that had stopped fitting long ago.

A part of you wondered if – after all was said and done – Aki would leave you hanging. Leave you all alone with nothing but the wreckage of your life. 

But you took one long look into his eyes, and you knew that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Half-lidded and glimmering with affection, his eyes gazed back at you with nothing but pure adoration. He was in love.

I don’t think I have anything to worry about, you thought. As long as I have him, that is.

Before either of you could speak again, the waiter approached, his polite smile breaking the stillness of the moment. “How was everything?” he asked, his voice chipper.

Aki leaned back slightly, his tone relaxed yet earnest. “It was wonderful, thank you.”

The waiter nodded, seeming pleased, and placed the check down on the table. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said before stepping away, leaving you both alone again.

You reached for your purse instinctively, fingers brushing the leather strap as you glanced at the small black folder between you and Aki. But before you could pull it closer, he slapped his card down onto the table.

“Don’t even think about it,” He grumbled, though there was a flirty lilt to his words. 

“Aki, you’ve already done so much for me, letting me crash and–” You sighed, attempting to gently pry the checkbook out from beneath his fingertips. “At least let me pay for this.”

“No,” He answered without saving a beat. 

You furrowed your brows, “Halvsies?”

He made a similar expression, tilting his head at you as if that was the stupidest question he had ever been asked, “Are we… friends, or something?”

“Not really,” You bit your lip, a cheeky little smile threatening to break loose. “We’re not really dating, either, though, are we?”

“Friends don’t say I love you,” Aki slid the checkbook back over to his side of the table. Leaning in, he added, “A friend wouldn’t make you cum the way I do, either.”

Your face was on fire – you were probably red as a fire truck. You hissed, “Aki.”

“It’s the truth,” He replied. It was evident that he couldn’t possibly have cared less about where the two of you were. 

“What, so you’re telling me you don’t go around giving all of your friends head?” You whispered back, barely fighting off a smile.

“You won’t win this game, so don’t start,” He deadpanned. Unfolding the checkbook, he glanced over the bill, quickly slipping his card into the slot at the top. “Or I can show you just how friendly I am when we get home.”

His words made you bristle in an almost feline manner. “Who says I don’t want that?”

The waiter came by the table a second time, swiping up the checkbook as he did so. Aki looked at you with a smirk that implored you to try and pay the bill now.

“You’re a fiend,” He muttered with a shake of his head. “I just got out of the hospital, anyway. Doctor told me to avoid any…” Here, his gaze dipped, running over the length of your shoulders, your trembling hands. “Strenuous activity.”

You leaned forward, perching your chin on your palm. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you teased. “Wouldn’t want you to pull your back.”

He quirked a brow. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“That thing where you test my patience,” He replied. “Try and make me give you what you want.”

“And what do I want, Captain?” You licked your lips – shamelessly, too. You were truly unhinged.

Aki visibly folded at the nickname, eyes softening. His lips parted, as if he were about to say something, but before he could, the waiter returned with the check, setting it down on the table in front of Aki with a quiet, “Have a lovely evening.” 

“If you wait thirty minutes,” He purred, “I can show you.”

(You had never left a restaurant quicker in your entire life).

Aki wound up doing no such thing. In fact, the two of you made a little pit stop at the convenience store to pick up some essential items for you – including skincare and a four animal-print face masks – before going home. Now, Aki sat sandwiched between you and the couch, with you sitting in his lap, laying a face mask onto his skin. His bangs were clipped back with the stupid little butterfly clips you had picked up, and he looked adorable – jammies and all.

He pouted, “This feels ridiculous.”

“Oh, shut up,” You retorted with a roll of your eyes, “They’re supposed to be relaxing, and you could stand to loosen up a little.”

A few feet away, Denji was trying to show Power how to open a face mask packet. It was a fruitless endeavor – one that ended with her biting into the plastic and ripping it off with her teeth. While he argued with her, his own tiger-print mask was sliding off of his face. His hair was clipped in the front the same way Aki’s was.

“God, you’re hopeless,” Denji muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward, betraying his amusement.  

Aki sighed. “This is chaos.”  

“And yet,” you teased, running a finger over his mask for the final smoothing touch, “You’re still here, participating.”  

Just as you turned to grab your own face mask, you felt Aki’s fingers wiggle against your sides. A squeal tore from your throat as he tickled you mercilessly, his stoic mask cracking into a rare grin.  

“Aki! Stop!” you yelped, squirming to escape.  

“Not until you admit this is ridiculous,” he teased, his voice light in a way that sent a flutter through your chest.  

“Never!” you cried, twisting in his lap and finally managing to push his hands away.  

The moment you turned back to scold him, Aki caught you off guard. His hands found your waist again, but this time, they steadied you just before he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and unhurried, like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment, and your heart stuttered in response.  

Aki's kiss caught you entirely off guard. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away—when you instead leaned into him—he pressed in just a little more. His hands, still resting at your waist, tightened slightly, grounding you. The faint scent of his cologne, crisp and woodsy, mingled with the faint cucumber aroma of the face mask, and for a moment, the world shrank to just the two of you.  

Your hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, and the tension that always seemed to weigh him down melted under your touch. It wasn’t like Aki to be so open, so unguarded, but in this instant, there was nothing but the quiet exchange of warmth, a wordless confession in the way his lips lingered against yours.  

It wasn’t until Denji’s exaggerated gagging sound shattered the stillness that the spell broke. “Blech! Get a room!”  

Power tilted her head, squinting. “Why would they need a whole room? The couch is big enough.”  

You pulled away, face burning as Aki shot Denji a look that could wither a plant. “Mind your business.”  

“Hard to do when you’re face-smashin’ right in front of me!” he retorted, adjusting his sliding mask with exaggerated annoyance.  

You pulled back first, albeit reluctantly, though it wasn’t much of a retreat—your faces still hovered close, noses nearly brushing. Aki’s eyes flickered open, his usual calm slightly disrupted by the barest hint of embarrassment, though he didn’t let you go. His hands remained firm at your waist, keeping you close as if he wasn’t quite ready for the moment to end either.  

Your breath came out in a soft laugh, the sound barely audible over your thudding heart. “Well,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly, “that’s one way to loosen up.”  

Aki’s lips quirked into a small smile, his voice low and teasing. “I think I’m starting to like spa night. Let’s do this more often.”

Denji groaned dramatically, throwing himself back against the couch cushions. “Ugh, you two are the worst.”  

You sighed, your gaze still locked with Aki’s for a beat longer before you finally, begrudgingly, pulled away fully. You missed the way his fingers lingered at your waist, how his eyes followed you even as you turned to address Denji.  

“Alright, fine,” you said, shaking off the lingering butterflies. “We have about 20 minutes with these masks. What do you guys wanna do to blow time?”

Denji perked up at that, glaring at you like he’d just been handed ammunition. Aki, meanwhile, leaned back against the couch, his expression settling back into its usual calm—though the faintest flush on his cheeks betrayed him. You felt it too, a warm buzz that lingered on.

Aki’s arm rested comfortably around your shoulders, his thumb tracing slow, absent-minded circles against your upper arm. Despite the teasing and laughter filling the room, you felt grounded by his steady presence.  

“Truth or dare?” Aki asked suddenly, his calm voice cutting through the noise.  

Denji blinked, his brow furrowing. “What’s that?”  

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a game, Denji. You pick ‘truth’ or ‘dare.’ If you pick truth, you have to answer any question honestly. If you pick dare, you have to do whatever the other person tells you.”  

Denji’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Oh, I’m gonna make you all regret teaching me this. Alright, cool. I dare Power to take a bath.”  

Power’s head snapped up, indignation written all over her face. “I never said dare! I was going to say truth!”  

Denji shrugged. “Truthfully, you smell like shit.”  

Power gasped dramatically, clutching at her chest. “You DARE insult me in my own home?”  

“You DARE stink up my air?” Denji fired back. “Seriously, it’s bad. Like, I’m surprised we’re all still breathing.”  

You turned to Aki, raising an eyebrow. “Are you going to say something about this?”  

He gave a small shrug, his expression unreadable but his lips twitching with amusement. “For once, I’m with him.”  

“See? Even stick-in-the-ass agrees with me,” Denji cackled.  

“Fuck you,” Aki hissed. “Twat.”

Power huffed, folding her arms with exaggerated pride. “I’ll only bathe if I lose a dare.”  

The game surged forward in full chaotic force after Power’s dramatic declaration. She leaned back on the couch, crossing her arms smugly, as if daring someone to challenge her resolve. Denji, of course, took that as a personal mission.  

“Alright, alright,” Denji said, cracking his knuckles. “Next round. Power, truth or dare?”  

“Truth,” Power said immediately, grinning. “I’m far too cunning for your ridiculous dares.”  

Denji’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Fine. What’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever done?”  

Power didn’t even hesitate. “I ate a bug I found under the sink last week.”  

“Oh my god,” you shrieked, recoiling in horror.  

Denji looked torn between admiration and nausea. “That’s so gross but… also kinda badass.”  

“Badass?!” you exclaimed, turning to Aki for support.  

“She’s disgusting,” Aki said flatly, though there was a flicker of exasperated amusement in his expression.  

Power preened at the response. “Thank you for noticing my magnificence. My turn again!”

“No way,” Denji interrupted. “You don’t get to go twice in a row. It’s their turn.” He pointed at you and Aki, his grin turning sharp. “Alright, lovebirds. Which one of you is gonna play?”  

Aki sighed, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “I’ll go. Truth.”  

Denji rubbed his hands together like an evil mastermind. “Are you guys in an actual relationship or are you just fuckin’?”  

The room went quiet, the tension crackling like static electricity.  

Aki didn’t flinch, his expression calm as he met Denji’s expectant stare. “That’s not really your business.”  

“Hey, hey, that’s not how the game works!” Denji protested, waving his arms. “You gotta answer!”  

Aki shrugged, completely unbothered. “I just did.”  

You nudged him with your elbow, though your cheeks were burning. “By not answering, you’re only giving him more ammunition.”  

Denji groaned loudly, throwing himself back against the couch. “You two are so boring. Power, do something dramatic!”  

Power snapped to attention. “Truth or dare?” she demanded, pointing at Denji.  

“Dare,” he replied instantly, his bravado returning.  

Power grinned like a cat about to pounce. “I dare you to run outside and yell ‘Power is the queen of the world’ at the top of your lungs!”  

Denji didn’t even hesitate. He leapt to his feet and bolted out the door. A moment later, his voice rang through the night, startling several nearby birds.  

“Power is the queen of the world!”  

When he stomped back inside, his chest heaving, you couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re insane.”  

“Yeah, but I’m fun,” Denji shot back, collapsing onto the couch with a proud grin.  

Denji's triumphant declaration echoed through the room as he plopped back onto the couch, shaking water droplets from his hair after his dramatic outdoor yell. Power cackled, her chest puffed up in exaggerated pride as though his dare somehow validated her self-proclaimed title.  

“Alright, alright,” Denji said, waving a hand as he caught his breath. “Who's next? Let’s keep this going before it gets boring again.”  

You raised your hand. “I’ll go. Power, truth or dare?”  

Power smirked, leaning forward. “Dare, obviously. Give me your best shot, mortal.”  

You grinned, eyes narrowing. “I dare you to drink this entire bottle of water without spilling it, using only your mouth—no hands.”  

Power squawked in outrage. “This is an insult to my dignity! I am no dog!”  

“Well, you don’t smell much better than one,” Denji quipped, earning himself a glare.  

With a dramatic flourish, Power leaned forward, grabbed the edge of her bottle with her teeth, and awkwardly tipped her head back. The water sloshed everywhere, soaking her shirt and the couch cushions. She spat the bottle out onto the coffee table with a proud grin. “Success!”  

“Yeah, sure,” Aki muttered, brushing a hand over his damp pants where some of the water had splashed.  

“Your turn, Aki,” Denji said, rubbing his hands together. “Truth or dare?”  

Aki sighed deeply, as if already regretting his decision. “Dare.”  

Denji’s grin turned predatory. “I dare you to let your hair down for the rest of the night.”  

Aki blinked, caught off guard. “That’s it?”  

“No, wait—” Denji’s face lit up with a devilish thought. “And you have to let Power style it!”  

Power howled with laughter. “Yes! I’ll do it!”  

You watched, half-amused and half-apologetic, as Aki begrudgingly sat still while Power tugged and twisted his hair with zero finesse, producing a lopsided braid that looked like it had barely survived a hurricane.  

“There,” Power declared, clapping her hands together. “Magnificent!”  

Aki reached up to feel the disaster on his head, his expression unamused. “I’m never trusting any of you again.”  

“Okay, okay, my turn!” Denji said eagerly. “Truth or dare, babe?” He pointed dramatically at you.  

At this point, who gave a shit about order, right?

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. “Dare.”  

His grin widened. “Alright, I dare you to answer this question – am I cute?”  

Your jaw dropped. “That’s not a dare!”  

“Sure it is,” Denji said, shrugging with mock innocence. “You have to answer, or you lose. So, what’s it gonna be? Am I cute, or am I not cute?”  

Power leaned forward, clearly invested. “Answer truthfully, mortal. Denji’s fragile ego depends on this.”  

Aki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose but unable to hide the faint twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth.  

You crossed your arms, glaring at Denji, who looked entirely too smug. “Fine. You’re... adorable.”

The room erupted into laughter.  

“I’m not adorable!” Denji shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “What do you think I am, a dog?”

“Exactly,” you replied, grinning.  

Aki, clearly enjoying himself now, leaned back with an amused hum. “Sounds accurate to me.”  

Power, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, added, “You do smell like a dog most of the time, so it’s fitting.”  

“Traitors, all of you!” Denji grumbled, flopping back against the couch dramatically. “I’m the cutest one here, and you all know it.”  

Aki shook his head, his voice calm but cutting. “Keep telling yourself that.”  

Denji shot him a look. “Fine, Aki, your turn again! Truth or dare?”  

“Truth,” Aki said without hesitation.  

Denji’s mischievous grin returned. “Alright, serious question. Do you think you’re cute?”  

You couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of you. “Oh, this is good.”  

Aki didn’t even flinch. “No.”  

Okay then.

The bluntness of his answer caught Denji off guard. “Wait, seriously?”  

Aki shrugged. “I don’t think about it.”  

“Lame,” Denji groaned. He turned to you. “Do you think he’s cute? Like, boyfriend cute?”  

The room went silent again, and you felt every pair of eyes on you. Your face heated under the scrutiny, but you refused to back down.  

“Yes,” you said firmly, meeting Aki’s gaze. “He is.”  

For a moment, Aki just stared at you, his eyes softening. Then he reached up, brushing his hand lightly against your hair. “Thanks,” he said quietly, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. (Of course, it was hard to take him seriously when his hair was so atrociously braided).

“Don’t start,” Denji groaned, breaking the moment. 

“You asked,” you shot back, laughing.  

a/n: hiiiiiii, i hope you liked the fruits of my labor. (the real holdup was actually next chapter, which proved to be much more difficult to write)... anywho i'm not gonna say too much because I'll see y'all in the next chapter. Let me know your thoughts!! Ta ta!! xx QOTD: do you think denji sneaks into aki's room to try on his clothes when he's not home? bc i do.

credits: UNKOWN ATM. I found the cover pic on pinterest unfortch. If you know the artist, please let me know, so I can credit them properly for their work!!! This is NOT MY BEAUTIFUL DRAWINGGG. I obviously do not own csm or anything related to it. please do not reproduce, copy, or translate my works anywhere. dont fk w me im a bruja.

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[queenofmoodboards]

hiiii 👋 i came here to ask for mbd tips because i came back from a long hiatus and i see everyone hating you?? you dont deserve this 🫂🫂

can i ask for some gif tips though? 🌸🎀

thank you omg 🤗🙏they're just jealous of my talent don't mind them!! thank you for being a real one and not an annoying person. some of my MB tips are to find pictures based on your main kpop idol picture so everything matches and looks good, they are some people in this community who literally don't know how to match pictures and they think that they're moodboards come out nice.. *cough cough* (baesol,y2jiz,y-vna,and sseulr1n).. anyways I hope your moodboards come out amazing I'm sure they will.

[dinxieyinxie]

Hiiii bro is everything ok? U disappeared

Hellooo!! I'm so sorry for the disappearance. I've been on hiatus and still am bc I had a major spiraling down back in October as well as burnout from always making content of only Yonal and Snape tho that's on me as I got addicted to the dopamine it gave me so I never really took breaks from it 😭 It was only minor. The spiral took the most out of me and got me to distance myself from everything and everyone for a while.

I thought I announced it before but I only found out now when I checked that I never did (false memory, I get those every now and then) and I'm really sorry for that and for worrying y'all.

Anyway, life hasn't gotten better but I'm okay now atleast, I'm still figuring my shit out. My attention is focused on other things but I'll try to make something for Sninx for Christmas. 🙇

[neoluca]

Hello! I saw you reblog a post about wanting more tumblr asks so here I am sending you one!

You wanted someone to ask you about neopets so tell me all about them :]

OMG HIIII TYSM???!!! i honestly wasn't expecting any asks hehehe……

soooo basically i have a whole bunch of neopets ocs and almost all of them live on terror mountain in happy valley!! i made up a school/university called the mountain lodge that they all go to (because on neopets they almost all live in the neolodge onsite ehehe.. it started as just me imagining they were all staying at the same hotel together and then sort of took on a little life of its own <3) at this point i have almost 25 characters and i sort of divide them into little groups, more or less? the main group is made up of the pets i had on my main account, and thats tututykee, cinnabro, wellira, sabrina (the lupe), confetticream, and sabrina5043! they're two different families; Cinna is dating tykee, and wellira is dating sabrina :3 my next other "main" group which currently is actually getting way more attention than that original group is what i affectionately call "the dork polycule" and thats made up of kyohvu, cyvny, lewis, holly, and tsukiyori! they like to play dnd and other dorky games together, and the core of it is made up of kyohvu cyvny and lewis who all have like a betty and veronica thing going on LMAO lewis and cyvny are always fighting over kyohvu, who knows theyre both into him but hasn't really settled one way or another… and ultimately it doesn't really matter because all three of them are basically in a throuple anyway ahahaha the rest of them all have little groups of their own as well but tbh i still haven't really developed them very much!! they're more or less just auxiliary characters for the ones in the two main groups :3 the only real exceptions i think are serlux and rorie!! serlux is an usuki doll that came to life one day along with tsukiyori :D they're basically like the neopets equivalent of barbie and ken, but while tsuki is going to school at the mountain lodge, serlux is adventuring around the world searching for the mad wizard who he believes cursed his owner (along with bringing the two dolls to life). and rorie is a kind of bratty popstar who is pretty good at seeming wholesome and like a boy next door for the cameras but in reality is kind of a tool. his manager is sabrina5043 and they're kind of together?? its kind of complicated hehe. he also attends the mountain lodge, and is on a touring hiatus after a minor scandal caused his label to pull back from him a bit. he's also possibly implicated in a villainous plot to take over neopia?? its unclear but there is a secret agent at the school (bittssy) tailing his every move to learn more hehe

and wow that was a shitload of text sorry!!! i didn't even go into detail on most of those little guys but i hope this was kind of interesting to read anyways!!! thank u again so so much for sending me an ask tehe they take up so much of my brainspace its nice to tell someone else about them!!!

[giggly-squiggily]

Squiggily hiiii!! First of all I love your new blog layout. Also I wanted to say, Blue Lock wasn't actually on my watch list. But tumblr kept recommending your very good looking fics to me, so I thought this is a sign from the heavens so I started watching it yesterday! And the day after I started watching you come back from hiatus!! Anyway, welcome back and thank you for indirectly recommending this anime, I'm really enjoying it ^^ very different from others!! Can't wait to devour every fic you wrote.

Ginny!!! It's so great to hear from you! Thank you so, so much for your kind words- they mean the world to me! 🥰🥰🥰

Muhahahahhaa YESH! The Blue Lock influence has captured another one! 😈 But really- I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far! It's certainly one of those anime's that come out of nowhere and grab ya- but in the best way kljaekjrjkaerkjaejkr I'm looking forward to hearing what you think of it when you finish the show! (and thank you for your kind words on your reblog for my one fic with Bachira kajrkekjrjke I'm just- I'm so honored!)

Have an amazing day and happy watching! Thank you again!

[miupow]

puppy anon returning after another hiatus bc college and work is saur 💔 lia how can i slay in these conditions !!?? 💔💔

anyways! congratulations on making the decision to make craveverse! im super excited and looking forward to what you produce!!

i saw you express a question a bit back as to whether you should plot it out prior or go chapter by chapter - and idk if its still smthing ur wondering!! so if its not feel free to dismiss - but as someone who has done long fic before id say my happy medium is a little bit of both. you'd want enough to give yourself a couple chapters of buffer while you figure out how to work in the real meat of the plot, but also a few concrete plot points you know you want to hit later on so foreshadowing can be used early on. but also the key word here being "my" because every author should come up with their own mix to keep themselves invested and away from burnout. fanfiction, the medium, fails a little in regards to long fic imo bc it allows reader input at every chapter, which could potentially affect the authors view or or vision for the story.

in regards to overarching plot ideas . . . hmm. whats your ideal end goal you want to achieve w the fic - like a fun horny romp or a mystery series etc? and from there, branching out, do you have a plan for why mc went out into the forest in the first place? :o

anyhow! food for thought and i unfortunately love giving unsolicited advice !! 🥺😔 if any of this was like annoying or i crossed a boundary, lmk!!

- 🐶 puppy anon !!

HIIII PUPPY ANON!!! 🐶❤️ i missed u sm!!! i hope work n school is going well for you heehe :3

im so excited for craveverse too >< thank you for the advice, i think that’s honestly a solid idea,,, might plot out the first few chapters/plotlines and then let the readers input sway the rest ^^

for like. an overarching theme? i want it to be darker, ofc, a little angsty and suspenseful. need drama and conflict :> other than that, lots of sexual tension and smut <33 originally the idea for why mc went into the woods was just because she was dumb and curious, tho maybe giving her an actual reason would be a good idea, set up for some drama!!!

[aayo-whatt]

heyo!! hope youre doing well <3 🍪

HIIII missed you <333

i've been good, literally back from my tiny hiatus so my brain is a lil fuzzled

OH WAIT i started rereading my favourite book series ever, it's the best thing in the world for me and i love it sm I MISSED THE CHARCTERS SO MUCHHHHH I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVED THEM

anyway - how've you been?

[calistasdungeon]

I must’ve caught you at a good time, for you to answer that so quickly. Also, I’m the same 🌻 anon from your old blog. Hi :)

Someone who wants to do art or music or a craft *for me* is a huge turn-on for me, even outside any D/s dynamics that might play into it. It’s so intimate somehow.

-🌻

Hiiii I thought you might be! Now that I’m getting back from a months-long hiatus I’m hoping to answer asks more promptly in general, but also at this exact moment there is a cat asleep in my lap so I can’t do anything but look at my phone anyway ^-^ Sharing art is very intimate you’re so right… I have a habit of making little amigurumi stuffies for my lovers, personally

[ofgravitation-moved]

hiiii. i'm awake, got my wedding dress back last night and i am SO relived that everything's okay with it!! that was a struggle and a half! 😩 anyway-- TONIGHT my best friend bought me tickets to see panic! at the disco in philly for my bday!! super excited for that, until then i'll be here!!

psa: just as an announcement too, we are like 23 days our from the wedding-- ( holy shit ) and with thay being said, my free time is dwindling. probably starting today this blog will be on semi hiatus until like Nov 1st, possibly longer. because bachelorette weekend, wedding shit, then i'll be gone a week to disney world for the honeymoon-- imma be busy! i'll still pop in on mobile a lot i'm sure and discord ofc, but just a heads up! ���

[youarestellarverse]

hiiii

just wanted to pop in and say I’m sorry I’ve been sooo inactive on your fics

I honestly think I’m an entire year behind at this point :( which saddens me greatly cause every time I get a new notif about you updating something or a WIP I can’t read it because I’m so far behind and also because I just don’t have time to read

anyway I hope you’re okay <3 I’m excited to catch up with your stuff as soon as I have a mome🤞🏽sending you all the good vibes always :)

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OMG NO DON'T WORRY IT'S OKAY

How are you supposed to read fic when you don't have time to read, clone yourself? I hope it's okay that I'm publishing this because I've gotten the sentiment before from other people and I just REALLY want to emphasize that I never want anyone to feel obligated or guilt themselves for being "behind". This is not a class, you're not being graded, and that's the whole point of an archive— so it's there when you have time and desire!

(If it helps, though, you absolutely do not have to read it in posting order for it to make sense. I'm not sure it makes sense no matter what order it's read in, as I have thoroughly lost control of the plot and it has too many branches to keep track of. 😂 You won't be missing much if you decide you only have time to read one thing!

I'm also on a bit of a multichapter hiatus anyway due to uncontrolled hyperfixation cough Ruby cough. Who knows? Maybe by the time you have time, I'll have wrangled some of the plot back under control!

...But I wouldn't count on it.)

ANYWAY. You're an angel, whether you're interacting with my stuff or not 💜 TAKE CARE OF YOU; I just hope it's positive things keeping you busy!

[besanii]

OMG I've been obsessing over the Untamed since last Sept thanks to you and sarahyyy (ever since the ExR days, I've trusted you two to drag me deeep down into the best things ;3), and also just watched "Always Be My Maybe" which was heckin' cute... Now a WangXian/ABMM crossover?!?!?! BETH YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE !!! Happy New Year, have an amazing 2020, love you (and no pressure but if you continued your ficlet and wrote an entire ABMM AU for WangXian, I would die of happiness, jsyk :D)

Hiiii nonny! Thank you so much for sticking around for so long (and even through my 3-4 year hiatus!)

I don’t have a full fic, but here’s another snippet :)

part 01 is here

“Hey! You’re Lan Wangji right?”

Lan Wangji looks up at the sound of his name and sees a boy of no more than twelve leaning out of the window grinning toothily at him. He doesn’t respond, but this doesn’t seem to faze the other boy, who waves.

“Hi! I’m Wei Wuxian,” he says. “We’re in the same class! Do you live here? We just moved in last week!”

He knows this already. As class representative, Lan Wangji had been the one to assist the teacher in preparing notes and books for the new student so they could catch up on the work he’d missed earlier in the term. Of course he knows Wei Wuxian. But they’re not friends. Not that that seems to be stopping Wei Wuxian at all.

“Hey, so do you live around here too?” Wei Wuxian asks, leaning further out of the window, balancing his forearms on the windowsill. “How come I haven’t seen you around before? Hey, Lan Wangji! Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji glares at him. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, you can talk!” Wei Wuxian says with a laugh. “I don’t think I’ve heard you say anything before. Anyway, since we’re in the same class and you live nearby, we should totally be friends!”

Technically, Lan Wangji lives next door. But he’s not about to share that information with this annoying boy. He turns away.

“No.”

“Ehhh, why not?” Wei Wuxian leans even further forward until his upper body is dangling precariously out of the window. “Hey, Lan Zhan!”

“Stand properly,” Lan Wangji snaps, turning around again to glare at him. “You’ll fall and hurt yourself.”

Wei Wuxian pays no mind to his warning.

“Where are you going now?” he asks, eyes wide with excitement. “Wanna come play games?”

“No,” Lan Wangji says shortly. He turns and starts walking away. 

“Next time then!” Wei Wuxian calls out to his retreating back. “See you at school tomorrow!”

–

“Shijie! I’m home!” Wei Wuxian calls, throwing the front door open with a loud bang. He waves Lan Wangji inside. “I brought Lan Zhan!”

He trips and struggles out of his shoes and almost faceplants on the floor if Lan Wangji had not reached out and grabbed his arm to steady him. Once he’s sure Wei Wuxian will not injure himself further, Lan Wangji takes off his shoes and places them neatly by the front door. He’s in the process of doing the same to Wei Wuxian’s as well when Jiang Yanli comes out from the kitchen.

“A-Xian, welcome home,” she says, patting him on the head as he grins up at her. She smiles warmly at Lan Wangji. “And you too, Wangji.”

“Jiang-jiejie,” Wangji says, bowing to her. “Sorry for the intrusion.”

“You’re always welcome here, Wangji,” Jiang Yanli says. “And you can copy A-Xian and call me shijie, if you like. You don’t have to be so formal.”

“Yeah! Stop being so polite, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian adds, grabbing Lan Wangji by the arm and leading him into the kitchen. “You’re here almost everyday anyway, you’re basically family.”

Lan Wangji follows him into the kitchen silently. There is an odd, fluttering feeling in his stomach he can’t quite place; Jiang Yanli catches his eye and smiles. His ears burn, but it goes unnoticed by Wei Wuxian, who has deposited himself at the dining table and is dragging Lan Wangji into the seat beside him.

“Shijie, I’m hungry!” he says with a whine. Lan Wangji glares at him.

“You ate on the way here,” he reminds him. Wei Wuxian pouts.

“But that was just one meat bun,” he says. “And I’m a growing boy!”

“Ridiculous.”

“Now, you two,” Jiang Yanli says, placing two bowls of soup on the table in front of them. “I made your favourite, A-Xian.”

“Yes!” Wei Wuxian cheers, reaching for the bowl. He turns to Lan Wangji with a wide grin. “You’re in luck! Shijie’s lotus root and pork rib soup is the best! Too bad Jiang Cheng’s in Yunmeng with Jiang-shushu, he’s totally missing out.”

Lan Wangji ignores him in favour of tasting the soup. He pauses after the first spoonful as the rich, hearty flavour of the pork slides down his throat. The warmth seeps into his body, filling him up from the inside. He’s tasted this before, a very long time ago, back before—

A lump forms at the back of his throat and he grips the spoon tighter.

“Hey, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian drops his own spoon and reaches out to grab his arm. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Wangji?” Jiang Yanli says, concerned. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” Lan Wangji says, shaking his head. He clears his throat. “Thank you, Jiang—Shijie. The soup is delicious.”

Wei Wuxian eyes him suspiciously for a moment, but Lan Wangji has already collected himself. He laughs instead.

“Of course it is! Shijie is the best cook in the world,” Wei Wuxian says, beaming at Jiang Yanli. “I’m going to learn to cook just like her when I grow up!”

She shakes her head fondly. “I’ll have to buy a few extra woks then.”

“Shijie!”

Lan Wangji cradles the bowl of soup between his hands and watches them. He brings the spoon to his mouth again and smiles.

// buy me a ko-fi //

[phati-sari]

just reread the entirety of rishtaa again! forgot just how good it was, definitely missing the updates and hoping it’s back soon! but totally understand that you have other priorities! anyways wishing you the best always!

Hiiii!

Thank you so much for your kind words!! I’m really flattered that you liked it! I recently re-read a bit of it as well and it’s way better than I remembered it being hahah *blush*

The reason it’s on hiatus isn’t so much about me having other priorities – I’m still writing Charade – but about my state of mind. RISHTAA is a gloriously happy story. It has sad and serious moments but it’s obvious, from the first chapter, that it’s a happy story. I wasn’t capable, over the last year, to continue RISHTAA on the trajectory I’d mapped out for it years ago.

If I was to continue writing it, Mami would force Aakash to marry someone rich socialite, Payal would be heartbroken, and the ensuing tension between the two families would result in Arnav and Khushi’s engagement being called off. It plays out in my head all too easily, which is why I haven’t tried writing RISHTAA for ages.

I don’t want to ruin the story I’ve created :) This means, unfortunately, that I’m waiting until things are more settled in my life before I attempt to continue it.

Charade, in contrast, is a story full of angst and tears and anger – reflecting my current state of mind. There will be happy moments, and it has a happy ending, but it’s not a happy story.

Thank you for your wishes!! I wish you all the best as well