#God I love this story

[whumble-beeee]

hiiiiiii bee

im so fucling curious what the backstory is behind deeby and lana omg. meant to send a more coherent ask but post work braincel decrease is hitting me hard. also the dutch petname thing scared tge fuck out of me the first time.

ps this is also thw first time ive anon named myself

love - 🌿🚫 anon

God, mood about the post-work braincells. Also, I mean this with so much love, but it means so much to me that I managed to scare the shit out of you with that lol. He gets. Just so much worse. Let's just say everyone in my discord servers I introduce him to universally hate him with a passion. Get ready.

ALSO technically parts of Declan and Lana's backstory are giant spoilers, including what will be one of the bigger plot twists, so I can't tell you just yet. HOWEVER, what I can do is reiterate and highlight things I've already said in-story, plus what's gonna be revealed soon when I actually upload her character profile lol. All that under the cut.

So the first time you really first start hearing about Lana is in Chapter 7, where we also meet Vaughn for the first time. In that, we learn that 1. Declan and Lana are ex boyfriend and girlfriend. As in they actually used to date. 2. Lana is Declan's boss now in some capacity (and was the one to order Stan's kidnapping), and 3, Declan fkn hates Lana. So much more than he hates Vaughn.

In Chapter 8, we learn that 4. Vaughn and Lana are currently dating. That's not really too relevant, but it's really funny to me because their relationship is... something. I'm sure you can imagine. It's very mutually manipulative and they both know it, its awesome.

Anyway, then in Ch. 9, through Stan and Deeby's yelling match, you learn that Declan and Lana's relationship is complicated and he refuses to talk about it, but 5. he's kinda obligated to do whatever Lana says or face unspecified consequences.

Skip to Chapters 11 and 12, the ones with Marcus at the convenience store getting harassed, where we first meet Lana in person. We learn a lot about her, mainly that she 6. acts pretty bubbly and ditzy but is actually pretty smart, 7. is completely fine with SA, 8. is manipulative as hell, 9. feels safe enough to fuck with Declan's plans because despite how much we know Deeby to exert his will over others, he wont do shit to stop her. and 10. The big one: she was the one to give Declan his burn scars (with acid btw. everyone in the story has a weapon of choice, bc superhero lol. Lana is injectable poisons, gasses, acids, etc.). This is mostly just something you could assume, but when she gave him that burn scar, that was the turning point when Lana started manipulating Deeby.

Chapter 15, it's mostly just more of the same, Lana telling Deeby to keep Stan for longer, and Deeby can't argue back, he hates Lana but he has to do what she says, whatever.

So, to put it all together for you: Lana has Deeby under her thumb for some reason. She acts fake, she's manipulative, she's relatively smart, and she dated Declan which means she would get to know some of the more intimate details about him that she could blackmail him with. Also something happened between them where she literally burned him with acid, and now she is his boss (she's the CEO of Supramed Corp. actually, which would be revealed whenever I get around to posting her character profile lol) and makes him do bounty hunting jobs as well as basically whatever she wants. That's what we know so far.

You'll learn more about Lana as a person as well as the nature of their relationship as time goes on, and a lot of Declan's behavior has been partially shaped because of her. There's a lot more to her that hasn't been uncovered yet, although the context clues are all there in the story. I just pointed out the specific ones that relate to Deccy.

Also, one last thing to leave you with. I focus a lot on eye color in this story, it's always very important, it tells you a lot. Lana has bright blue, sky blue type eyes. Can you maybe think of another time I've described a character with eyes like that?

(also if you have any questions feel free to ask in another ask or the comments lol, idk if any of this is even comprehensible)

[yume-fanfare]

tetsu-kun, that's kinda......... how do i put this................

[rowanisawriter]

For liturgy, if you don't mind... <3

13. My favorite line of dialogue from this fic was:

“For your touch, I would ascend to the heavens and kill Him myself, and make you a gift of His blood. Let me have you, Anara. You heretic. You weapon. Let me see what I have sold my soul for.”

What inspired it?

17. What was the hardest scene to write?

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic?

<3

hi bestie thank you!!

answering these behind the scenes fic asks here!

liturgy is a heretically horny durgetash AU you can read here!

13. What inspired it (above line of dialogue)?

i struggled with that one a lot lol which i will get to in the next question… basically i needed to convey that enver was like out of control at that point despite seeming to have it all together, his use of “let me” kind of getting past him, almost pleading for her to let him in lol

17. What was the hardest scene to write?

the love scene at the end 😭 i don’t normally struggle with a love scene, i love writing them!! but this one wouldn’t go the right way, i actually rewrote it several times. the sense i was trying to impart was that enver had gotten himself involved in something a little too crazy for him and that he was still thinking he could control this wild thing and use it for his own ends. idk if i even succeeded in the end lmao after a few rewrites i kicked it out into the world and tried to telepathically convey this to all of you

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic?

tbh i think everyone picked it apart pretty well lol i had a lot of comments talking about the blessings and how they fit into the specific scene as enver gave them to anara and to the little altar boy max, i used them to frame each scene and people did notice!! which is cool!!

[bharv]

I’m rereading Pachinko after making a server I’m on watch the series and GOD what a fucking book?!!

And what I love most is that the book is so understated and literary and trusts its reader so much. But the series knows that doesn’t work on screen and so pulls out all the themes and repressed emotions and pain and makes it explicit and really ADAPTS it, you know? It takes something and makes it anew and that to me is the mark of a truly brilliant adaptation of a truly brilliant piece of work.

[toby-du-coeur]

i like the feeling of writing fanfic

it feels reverent, like an act of worship. taking these characters that everyone adores & participating in their lives, entwining my life with theirs. and putting them in scenarios that set off different facets of them

i love these people and am writing for an audience who loves them. that's all. very pure

and of course self-indulgent like.. how about we not kill our darlings. in tutti i sensi

i want all my stories to be written in that spirit ✨ {rather than one of obsession with technical excellence}

[tunnel-of-love-percabeth]

When he doesn't finish his sentence, it's not because he doesn't want to say "I'd rather stay with you." He's stopping because he's finally feeling the Chimera's poison. He senses something isn't right.

[tooquirkytolose]

~The Most Beautiful Woman in The World~

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[mobius-m-mobius]

#my man was NOT subtle 🤣😉

+ bonus: message received 😅

[aroyalpaininthecass]

Hooo boy I knew Braeden was fond of Serafina by now but. Ohh lawd. This boi is certified FuckedTM

[aceofheartz]

Sophie, your hair is like starlight✨💫

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[drenched-in-sunlight]

i love the DLC man

[bixels]

Scary Sunset.

I'm concepting things way outta order in this story, but I'm sure you can piece things together. Context is for a storybeat where, after defeating and capturing Adagio (thus having all three sirens in her possession), Sunset enacts her revenge plot to release the sirens on Canterlot as Thea discovers she's been manipulated. In a confrontation, the two scuffle and fight over the siren orbs while Sunset struggles with her conflicting wants and emotions.

[eluminium]

shoutout to lawyer skizzleman he played his role PERFECTLY. He was THE PERFECT straight man to balance out the literal kangaroo insanity going on around him. AND IT'S EVEN FUNNIER WITH HIS STUPID FOUNDING FATHER ASS LOOKIN' WIG LIKE YEAH EVEN HIS CHARACTER DESIGN SCREAMS STRAIGHT MAN. Brother put his ENTIRE SKIZZUSSY into being the lawyer and while he may not have been the zainy crazy bitch the other FOUR relevant individuals already had that covered and he brought that perfect balance by going logic while the others go chaos.

Honestly, his dry and logical arguments only make the punishment even funnier. Like yes your honor highness, here's all the solid arguments and the evidence and the witnesses to prove the defendant is guilty of causing great emotional distress to my client. his punishment should be no more shiny blue ego rocks for his electrical wires. oh, your Highness suggest utter boredom in the custom sky jail? Fuck it, that's even better! Idk how else to explain how it makes it funnier except that it has the same vibe as the "Despite his criminal mind, this man is behaving well. His reward is the canoe" video.

[marimbles]

a little R&R (redecorating and resentment) between escape attempts

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.