#I don't have the patience to wait 3 weeks lol

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

*dramatic sigh* Will my husband (books I ordered) ever return from war?

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “good karma my aesthetic. keep my conscience clear, that's why i’m so magnetic.” 🩰🍥🫧🪷

• what do you need to hear right now?

disclaimer ✩: take what resonates, leave what doesn't. i really appreciate y’all sm <3 for the patience, the love, the feedback and support. y’all are the greatest ever. i’m open to pac suggestions as well, so don’t hesitate to slide in my ask box! xoxo.

pile 1 ☂️ —

heyyy pile 1 ⭐️ what you need to hear right now is: release. relax and let go of any unhealthy attachments you may have to a certain person, place, idea or thing. i think you've been holding onto someone/something or the idea of what it could be/could’ve been. i pick up a feeling of yearning. you’ve been wanting something to work out in your favor, so you’ve been holding out…waiting to see if this situation will turn out how you anticipate. big 3 of wands energy. you’ve been waiting awhile now (i’m hearing weeks for some, months for others) for a clear answer. i think the more you wait around and stall things, the less likely things will go into motion. don’t chase, attract. remember that things will flow naturally to you and it’ll always work out in your favor no matter what — when one door shuts, several more will open. don’t put a time frame on it, you’ll get your answer/wish/clarity when you least expect. keep focusing on yourself and what you’re currently doing! whether that be going to school, work, the gym, studying, spending time with friends, etc. there’s a certain area in your life that you greatly want change to occur in, i’m heavily picking up for some that this is in regards to your love life, and again — i keep hearing that things will unfold in your favor when you least expect. very soon. you’re on the brink of something great, just don’t overthink it. relax, take a breath and just BE. your guides will handle the rest. love, prosperity and abundance are on the way to you. it just may not appear in the way you envision, which doesn’t mean it won’t happen at all. think about it this way, you might fantasize about coming across your dream person while you’re in a bookstore (on some ‘harry met sally’ type shit lol) so every time you go into a bookstore you’re kinda anticipating that to happen, but let’s say your busy at work or you’re frantically trying to prioritize doing your school work and studying and out of nowhere you look up and make eye contact with this person you’ve never seen before but you can feel the ✨vibe✨ like WHOA that’s…my person. i just see you being in your element when you meet this person pile 1, your mind will not be preoccupied/you will not have any precognitive thoughts — your person will just reveal themselves to you out of the blue. okay i feel like i’m getting carried away lol but everything’s gonna work out even better than you imagined pile 1 💗 trust that.

other channeled messages:

don't settle for less, pink + white by frank ocean, strawberry milkshake, chemtrails over the country club by lana del rey, leo sun, cancer moon, vedic astrology

pile 2 🦢 —

what's goodddd pile 2! i feel like you're in your self-love/healing era. you just bounced back from something and you did it with such resilience, ease and grace might i add. i'm hearing church girl by beyoncé, “i'm gonna love on me, nobody can judge me but me! i was born free.” okayyyyyy pile 2 i love this for y'all. i think some of you are really working on strengthening your throat chakra by speaking up for yourself and setting boundaries. just saw a meme that said “how i reclaimed the word ‘cunt’ by being one” OH WOW WOW WOW. i think you’re just over a lot of people and their bullshit, you may have just gotten out of a relationship, had a friendship breakup or recently left a job. good for you 💗whichever situation applies to you, i know it was draining and heavy on your shoulders. you finally feel like a weight has been lifted and you can spread your wings and be free. idk why i’m hearing some of you might be listening to a lot of lana del rey lately? (random but REAL af lol) i love that you know yourself at the core pile 2, you can’t fake it…if somethings not pleasing you or it’s not in your best interest, you know how to walk away and find something better. you don’t even know it, but you're inspiring to a lot of people. i think what you need to hear is: keep being your true authentic self. never forget where you came from and who helped you along the way, because i see that you have a big, bright and successful future ahead of you pile 2. you’re gonna be a star. “the diamond in the rough” from aladdin is what i’m hearing. you’ve got the wit, talent and empathy to get where you need to be in life. i wish you nothing but happiness and success pile 222 ♾️

other channeled messages:

hurricane by bridgit mendler, switch a n**** out by summer walker, olivia pope, sagittarius rising, cancer moon, pisces energy, save your tears remix by the weeknd & ariana grande, on my shoulders by sabrina claudio, red dress

pile 3 💵 —

hi pile 3 🤗 i’m getting rich vibes from y’all already lmfao, even if you aren’t (yet) there’s this energy of being very well-kept and liking the nicer things in life. you love you some good ol’ retail therapy. the message you need to hear right now is: spend your money wisely. i think you need to budget/save a bit more pile 3, you can sometimes go a bit overboard and indulge in the latest clothes, upscale restaurants or beauty products. you like nice things!!! there’s nothing wrong with that at all, you just need to make sure you’re prioritizing and balancing your earnings. some of you that picked this pile have very young energy lol like i can see you chilling at like 12am scrolling on youtube/tiktok and ooo’ing and aaa’ing at so many different product reviews and adding shit to your cart. some of you are tempted to buy stuff from the tiktok shop too lolll that was so oddly specific but i also feel like you've been big on protecting your peace lately. kickin’ back by mila j is coming to mind, “i’m kickin' back and i’m lightin' up doin' what the fuck i want. just rolled a wood, i’m feelin' good. just me, myself and this blunt.” i know das rightttt pile 3 🤭 you know your worth and you’re not settling for less than anything that you deserve — i love this.

other channeled messages:

luxurious by gwen stefani, need to know by doja cat, i just had an epiphany i need to go to tiffany’s, fenty gloss bomb, chanel chance, scorpio moon, catching flights not feelings

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Shoto's First Kiss Part 7 is IN THE WORKS FRIENDS!!!

Thanks for your patience as always!

Ok y'all I am fully devoted to Shoto's First Kiss Part 7 right now. It is HAPPENING!!!!

This chapter is going to be light on smut, heavy on plot. But fear not!! We are building up for smut in future chapters. You'll see what I mean...

It's going to be part one of The Party scene. You know the one...the Spin The Bottle game that I've been building up to for like 100 pages. It's gonna be hella dramatic and fanservice-y because there will be ships. There will be pairings. There will be SMOOCHES. Who will be smooching!? I can't tell you yet but I think you're gonna love it!

Some hints for the chapter to come:

Shoto is dressed up and hot (not surprising to anyone)

Shinsou is ALSO dressed up and hot (surprising to everyone)

Neito is not really a dick now. We all kinda love him and turns out he's a good friend.

Tokoyami has feelings for someone!?

Mina takes things too far

Toru gets a little krunk for all of TWO MINUTES.

Ojiro has a really slapable ass.

This is all I will reveal for now.

Timeline!?

I don't have a drop date in mind just yet, but I'm thinking within the next 2 weeks (within a fortnight!? lol). I still want to add like 5-10 pages and then edit the hell out of this thing. Right now I'm writing in ridiculous detail and I feel like that might be a little boring for some people so I want to clean it up, add in some jokes, up the drama factor and give our dear Shoto a little more screentime.

As you wait, feel free to check out + re-read the previous chapters (linked below), or any of my latest one shot fics (also linked below). Idk why but I've been writing a lot for Dabi / Touya lately.

XOXO,

RedRiotUnbreakableHeart

Newish Fics from my desk:

Staples. | Dabi/Touya x Reader 🔥🔞

Game On. | Touya x Reader Imagine 🌶

Stress Relief | Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Izuku Midoriya x Reader | Headcannon: Your First Time Together

Shoto's First Kiss Series:

Part 1: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Part 2: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 3: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 3

Part 4: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 4

Part 5: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

Part 6: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 6

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 14

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4k

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, y/n is lowkey service top, tooth rotting fluff, light angst

Note: gonna be honest not much at all happens in this one plot wise and it's definitely for selfish reasons lol i really just wanted to write a more fluffy chapter after all the angst in the last one...

there is tiny bit of smut in this so if you wish to skip it look out for the asterisks!

lastly, i do plan to get the next part out as soon as i can. i don't want you guys to have to wait several weeks again so keep a lookout for it! but as always, endless thanks for your patience and i hope you enjoy this one <3

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You stir awake to the feeling of a gentle hand against your chest.

"My love.." Hermione whispers into your ear, you soon feel her lips on your cheek.

You fail to open your eyes, merely let out a groan in response, earning a light chuckle from the Gryffindor.

"What time is it?" You ask, finally opening your eyes slightly to look at your girlfriend.

Hermione remains gazing at you fondly, her hand moves from your chest to your face, she begins trailing your features with her fingers as she answers your question.

"I think it's half past noon." Your girlfriend responds and you let out a breath of relief.

After another sleepless night you managed to slip into a dreamless slumber afterall, even if it was a few short hours, you are thankful for it regardless. 

You shut your eyes again, for a few moments you simply laid still, enjoying the sensation of Hermione's careful fingers on your face, that is until a certain realization hits you.

"Wait, were you watching me sleep?" You ask, bemused, shifting your entire body to look at your girlfriend properly.

Hermione lets out a giggle at that, she sets her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"Maybe.." She admits with a shrug and you can't help the smirk playing on your lips as you catch her looking away sheepishly.

You reach up to slowly swipe your thumb across her mouth. Hermione stops biting her lip as her eyes now flit down to your own. 

Hermione leans in suddenly, eagerly, as if she's entirely abandoned her intrinsic nature of repressing her urges, her lips meet yours with true want and passion. As Hermione kisses you time stops, you don't see, hear or feel anything besides her.

Your girlfriend eventually pulls away but you are far from finished. You held her in place by the collar as you continued trailing open mouthed kisses against her jaw before moving to her neck.

Hermione's breath catches in her throat as your tongue makes contact with her pulse point, you feel her reach down to grip your shirt, she clutches the fabric tightly as she tries to speak.

"The others are already having lunch in the kitchen, we should probably join them." Her voice trembles slightly and you have to force back a grin.

"Yes.. we should." You respond, leaning back to look at her. Hermione remains clutching your shirt in, her eyes remain fixed on your mouth in anticipation as you spoke.

"Or we could stay in bed.. I think we deserve to spend some time together, just the two of us" You add before leaning in to connect your lips again.

Hermione lets out a whimper at your sudden action and it only urges you on.

You finally sit up, guiding Hermione back to her side of the bed and she quickly takes the hint, properly laying her head on the pillow. As she does so you seize the opportunity to move on top of her, settling yourself in between her legs.

Your lips finally part but your face remains hovering over Hermione's. You always thought she looked the most beautiful like this, unguarded, content, staring up at you with nothing but affection.

Hermione smiles as she reaches up to thread her fingers through your hair, and you basically wilt under her touch instantaneously.

"I wish that you and I could just escape.. somewhere far away where no one would find us." Your girlfriend finally states and you lean down to place a chaste kiss on her cheek. 

You catch the desperation in her voice and it nearly shatters you.

"I wish for that too, my love." You reply, and Hermione has to avert her eyes again, this time for a different reason.

You both knew running away was not a possibility. 

You also understood that this war was far from over, even though you felt like you've been on the run for an eternity. It was truly only just the beginning. 

The incident at Malfoy Manor only made you realize just how entirely uncertain the future is; it weighs on each of you heavily. 

On the other hand it also acts as a reminder for you to live everyday as if it were your last. You aim to appreciate every moment spent with Hermione, to take advantage of these times alone with her in any way that you can.

**

"Let's not think about it right now." You utter just above a whisper, with a finger underneath her chin you guide Hermione to look at you. Your face is inching closer, but you don't kiss her yet, you wait for her to meet you halfway; and she does.

Hermione seems to take your advice as she is quickly consumed by the feeling of your mouth against hers. She closes her eyes as she fully loses herself in the kiss. Your girlfriend focuses on your hands on her body, your breath mingling with her own.

The bed begins to shake slightly from the force of the kiss. Hermione lets out another noise of pleasure as your tongue moves against hers. With a hand on the back of your head the other girl pulls you in even closer, wanting to feel all of you. 

In a moment of heated desperation you grab the hem of her shirt, tugging it upwards. Hermione lifts herself up slightly, allowing you to remove it from her body completely.

You aimlessly toss her shirt to the side before placing a quick peck on the corner of her mouth. You pull away to continue trailing kisses down her chest, another shiver runs through Hermione as she soon feels your tongue against the swell of her breast, goosebumps form on her skin as you continue your journey down until you reach her nipple.

A moan slips out of Hermione's lips, in both shock and pleasure as you take the sensitive bud into your mouth. You continue licking and sucking at it, your girlfriend's tight grip on your hair only makes you more eager to do the same to her other breast. This time you bite down on the flesh playfully before quickly soothing it with your tongue, you pull another whine from Hermione at the sensation.

She arches her back but you expertly pin her back down onto the mattress with a firm hand on her stomach, Hermione squirms underneath you as a result.

"Please.." Your girlfriend whispers and you merely smirk in response. 

You don't entertain her with a proper reply, purposefully; you continue nipping at her skin, as you reach her navel, you bite down again, slightly harder this time before immediately soothing the mark with your tongue and Hermione groans.

"Y/n.." She repeats and you decide to finally acknowledge her plea.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" You ask, feigning innocence, your face hovering over hers once more.

Hermione only makes a noise of disapproval at your response, one that sounds more like a sob than a whine, she squirms again but you distract her by kissing her deeply.

You soon feel her grabbing ahold of your free hand mid kiss, impatiently guiding it to the hem of her sweatpants, slipping it underneath her underwear.

"Please– touch me." Hermione begs, pushing your hand deep inside enough that your fingers make slight contact with her already dripping heat.

Your girlfriend's sheer desperation made you weak, you can feel how wet she already is; so you decided to cease torturing her.

You kiss her again, simultaneously, finally, swiping your fingers across her folds, you apply pressure against her clit with your thumb and Hermione has to stop kissing you as she chokes out a moan. 

Your girlfriend grips the back of your neck as she moves her hips eagerly, trying to create more friction between your fingers and her core. Hermione is already a writhing mess, you observed as her chest raised and fell at a rapid rate, the sight manages to take your own breath away.

"I want your fingers inside." Hermione means it as an order but her voice trembles as she rolls her hips again.

You catch sight of your girlfriend's strained expression, almost like it physically pained her the longer you took to satisfy her needs.

You decide to set aside your initial plans to make her wait, soon tilting your head to bite down on the flesh of Hermione's neck as you enter two fingers inside her. The sound that erupts from Hermione's chest is loud, it is one of intense pleasure; and you are quickly addicted to it. 

You pushed further in until you were knuckle deep, Hermione's mouth falls open as she throws her head back at the feeling. She maintains her firm grip on your neck, moving her other hand to your back, you can feel her fingernails digging into your flesh, even with the fabric of your shirt acting as a barrier, it is still painful. You groan in pain as you begin pumping in and out of her at a steady pace. 

Your fingers manage to hit deep inside of her, with every movement Hermione gasps and moans grow louder and more frequent. She is closer to her peak than you initially thought, you notice her walls already contracting around your fingers.

Hermione arches her back again and this time you guide her body back down with your pelvis, holding her in place.

"Does that feel good?" You ask, your lips brushing against her ear, already knowing the answer, your aim was simply to tease her.

Hermione attempts to glare at you but as you continue skillfully pumping in and out her, she can only afford to nod. She lets out another moan, one you swallow just in time as you move your mouth against hers harshly.

Your girlfriend reciprocates, the kiss remains all tongue and open-mouthed as Hermione attempts to catch her breath.

"I love you–" She proclaims her love to you amidst her high and you can't help but smile down at her, your chest brimming with adoration.

"I love you too, my sweet girl." You respond, pumping your fingers even faster and deeper.

Hermione gasps again, her hand quickly leaves your back to grip the sheets underneath, and you can tell her release is just around the corner.

"You are just so beautiful." You praise, in genuine awe, and this manages to push Hermione over the edge as her orgasm hits her violently. You feel her walls squeezing painfully around your fingers as her entire body shakes underneath you, Hermione pulls you even closer, with a last ditch effort to muffle her own moans she buries her face in the crook of your neck.

Your girlfriend lets out a whimper as you slowly pull out of her, the aftershocks of her orgasm still making her tremble. 

Moments pass and Hermione remains not speaking but she continues to hold you close, and you allow her to. You begin trailing kisses on her cheek and jaw, giving her all the time she needed to recover.

**

"I don't want to imagine a life without you." The first thing Hermione says once she's mustered enough energy to speak, now you can physically feel a pang in your chest.

You lift yourself up on your forearms slightly so you can properly look at her. Hermione's hair is now a mess, she looks spent from her orgasm, but she remains utterly breathtaking.

"Well you never have to worry about that because I'm not going anywhere." You respond, carefully smoothing down a few stray hairs on her head.

Your touch seemingly rattles something within her as you notice her eyes welling up with tears.

"Do you swear it?" Hermione asks, staring up at you expectantly and you sigh.

You both know now more than ever that promises are easily broken, you simply don't know which day will be your last. You can't exactly be certain that you will remain by your girlfriend's side, even though you desperately wanted to no matter what.

"Hermione–" You start but she interjects.

"Just promise that you won't leave me." Your girlfriend reiterates, and you recognized that she just needed to hear you say the words, for her own peace of mind.

"You are the reason I breathe, my love. You are my heart. Without you I am nothing." You finally admit earnestly and Hermione releases the breath she had been holding.

"I am not going anywhere." 

You manage to catch a faint smile on Hermione's lips as she pulls you into a hug.

Most of your weight is now resting on top of her, but your girlfriend makes no sound of protest.

You continue embracing her for a moment longer until you hear a knock on the bedroom door.

"Ladies, we're having lunch out here.. if you care to join us." 

You quickly recognize the voice coming from the other side to be Ron's oldest brother.

You tear your eyes away from the door to look at Hermione and the reality finally sets in that everyone sitting outside has probably been made privy to every noise between the two of you during your love making session. 

Hermione's cheeks turn a dark shade of pink while she covers her face with her hands and you merely grin in amusement.

"We'll be right there!" 

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Hermione chose to settle on your lap once you were done having lunch, as it seems the events that took place at the Malfoy's affected her more than you initially realized. 

Your girlfriend doesn't wish to be apart from you. As far as she is concerned you are the only reason she didn't get seriously injured. It is uncertain what Bellatrix would've continued to do to her if you hadn't intervened, and Hermione is endlessly grateful that you didn't give her the chance to find out.

Hermione continues mindlessly fiddling with your fingers as you rest your hand on your lap. Neither of you speak, simply enjoying being in each other's company. 

The only noises are coming from the windchime by the door and the kitchen where Ron and his brother are cleaning the dishes.

Luna can be seen standing by the door admiring the view of the beach, she is the first to break the silence with actual words.

"It's beautiful here." Luna says.

You let out a chuckle.

Not one of mockery, quite the contrary; it is instead one of admiration. You admired her ability to find the beauty in the little things, considering the circumstances and even after everything she has been through.

Although you agreed, the cottage was beautiful, perhaps in a different situation you would be able to truly appreciate it, but you are certain, today without Hermione by your side, you wouldn't be able to find much beauty in anything.

You remain staring at the door where Luna stood, Hermione catches you deep in thought but she doesn't ask you about it. She reaches up to run her fingers through your hair and when you finally look at her, there's a shared regard. She feels safe in your arms, and you feel safer knowing that she doesn't plan to leave your side any more than necessary.

"This place belonged to our aunt." Bill responds, walking over to Luna once he was done washing the dishes.

Ron slips past him to take a seat opposite y/n and Hermione.

"We used to come here as kids, the Order uses it now as a safehouse–" He continues.

"What's left of it at least." Bill finishes and Luna doesn't respond but she gives him a faint nod in acknowledgement.

Silence hangs in the air once again, this time it is uncomfortable, everyone left with no choice but to feel. It is mainly anxiety, fear and exhaustion. Impending doom in every sense.

You instinctively pull Hermione closer, leaning your head against her chest. Your girlfriend reacts by rubbing at your back soothingly, before resting her chin on the top of your head.

You can hear Hermione's steady heartbeat as your ear pressed up against her chest and you find yourself silently hoping for time to stop. 

Just for a while, so you could stay like this, so you can take a breath before being forced to face the inevitable. 

As expected, time doesn't stop, instead you receive a rather grating response to such a wish when Harry emerges from the other room.

"We need to talk to the Goblin." He states, glancing at Ron, you and Hermione.

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You enter the Goblin's room after Harry, immediately catching sight of Griphook sitting in an armchair by the window.

He is sitting still with his eyes shut, the sight is almost eerie, for some reason you feel compelled to intertwine your fingers with Hermione's. Your girlfriend seems glad at the gesture, she holds onto your hand firmly as she settles next to you. Ron remains next to her by the now closed door.

"How are you?" Harry breaks the silence, approaching the Goblin, and Griphook finally opens his eyes.

"Alive." He responds simply and Harry nods in understanding, making his way to the window next to him before speaking again.

Your eyes follow his movements, your gaze naturally falls on the sword propped up in the corner. It manages to also catch Harry's attention, but he fails to acknowledge it. 

"You probably don't remember–" Harry starts but the Goblin quickly finishes his thought for him.

"That I showed you to your vault the first time you came to Gringotts?" Griphook states.

"Even amongst Goblins you are famous.. Harry Potter." 

Harry fails to react to his comment, he merely glances out the window.

"You buried the elf?" Griphook asks and the dark haired man nods.

"Yes." Harry answers, his tone purposeful as to not appear solemn.

He keeps his eye contact with the Goblin again.

"And brought me here." Griphook states the obvious.

"You are a very unusual wizard." He adds and 

Harry averts his eyes again, to look at the sword, this time, it doesn't go unnoticed by the Goblin.

"How did you come by this sword?" Griphook asks, gesturing to the Gryffindor relic.

"It's complicated." Harry decides to respond vaguely, harboring a mistrust that you incidentally shared.

"Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should've been in her vault at Gringotts?" The chosen one tries but Griphook is not so easily deceived.

"It's complicated." Griphook retaliates and Harry glances at you instinctively, almost wordlessly asking for your permission to disclose the truth to the Goblin.

You give him a subtle nod in response as Hermione shuffles closer to you.

"Y/n was led to the sword in a time of need. We didn't steal it." Harry finally admits decisively.

Griphook looks over at you, he nearly appears amused.

"There is a sword in Madam Lestrange's vault identical to this one but it is a fake. It was placed there last summer." The Goblin explains.

You and Hermione share a knowing look, your suspicions proven right. You both already understood Snape had something to do with it.

"And she never suspected it was a fake?" Harry asks.

"The replica is very convincing. Only a Goblin would recognize that this was the true sword of Gryffindor." Griphook claims.

"Who's the acquaintance?" Hermione asks the question simply to satisfy her suspicions, for the both of you already knew the answer.

"A Hogwarts professor–" The Goblin starts.

"Snape." You interject and Griphook nods.

"As I understand it he's now Headmaster." The Goblin finishes and this time the four of you share a look.

"Snape? He put a fake sword in Bellatrix's vault, why?" Ron asks the question you and Hermione have spent countless hours in the past trying to answer.

"There are curious things at the vaults in Gringotts." Griphook responds ominously and Harry glances at you again as an idea dawns on him.

"And in Madam Lestrange's vault, as well?" He asks and the Goblin takes a beat to respond.

"Perhaps.." He finally says.

"I need to get into Gringotts, into one of the vaults." Harry starts.

"This is impossible." Griphook was quick to shut the idea down.

"Alone, yes. but with you– no." The dark haired man quips and Griphook pauses again, as if weighing his options.

"Why should I help you?" The Goblin finally asks.

"I have gold. Lots of it." Harry replies, Griphook shakes his head.

"I have no interest in gold." He states.

"Then what?" Harry asks, there is a pause before Griphook points to the sword and you let out a deep sigh.

"That. That is my prize."

The Goblin was certainly not foolish, he was dealing his cards cleverly.

Harry looks between you and Hermione, the both of you shake your head in disagreement, but the chosen one fails to listen to your advice this time.

"Fine." 

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"Are you certain there's a Horcrux in Bellatrix's vault?" Hermione whispers to you as you step out of the room.

You nod, however, before you can properly respond, Harry does it for you.

"She was terrified when she thought we were in there, she kept asking what else you had taken." The dark haired boy says.

"I know there's a Hocrux in her vault– there has to be." You add with certainty.

"Let's find it and kill it and then we'll be one step closer to killing him." Harry states but Ron isn't convinced.

"And what happens if we find it? How are we supposed to destroy it now that you've given the sword to Griphook?" Ron poses a good question, one none of you could answer.

"I'm still working on that part." Harry responds with the truth.

He aims to speak again but the door opening behind him stops him from doing so.

Ron's sister in law soon emerges from the doorway, staring down at the four of you.

"He's weak." Fluer states, referring to Mr Olivander.

Harry does hesitate, but only for a beat. He enters the room anyway and the three of you follow suit. 

-

The older man is sitting in a chair by the bed, Harry has seemingly interrupted him, appearing to be deep in thought, staring into space.

You enter the room last, shutting the door behind you.

"Mr Olivander, I need to ask you a few questions." Harry asks timidly unsure if he should approach.

"Anything, my boy, anything." The wandmaker replies and Harry takes it as an invitation to take a seat next to him on the bed.

"Would you mind identifying this wand? We need to know if it's safe to use." Harry hands Olivander the wand.

The wandmaker begins inspecting it carefully, the four of you observe him with bated breath.

"Walnut. Dragon Heartstring. Twelve and three quarter inches.." The older man finally voices.

"Unyielding." He adds, as he hands the wand back to Harry.

"This belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. Treat it carefully." The older man whispers, as if afraid the now deceased witch would be able to hear him if he dared speak any louder.

You adjust your weight from one foot to the other, shifting uncomfortably. Hermione manages to notice, feeling a similar unease herself, she makes the effort to guide your arm, snaking it around her waist as she steps closer towards you. You squeeze her side in unspoken gratitude, holding her close.

"And this?" Harry asks, pulling another wand out of his pocket.

Mr Olivander reaches out to grab it and you recognize it immediately.

"Hawthrone. Unicorn Hair. Ten inches. Reasonably pliant." The wandmaker lists out the wand's characteristics.

"That's Draco's wand." You state out loud, but the man doesn't respond, he holds up the wand to his ear, listening for something.

"This was the wand of Draco Malfoy." Olivander states and you are immediately perplexed by his choice of words.

"Was? Is it not still?" Harry asks the question you were pondering yourself.

"Perhaps not, if you won it from him." The wandmaker states and your forehead creased in further confusion.

"I sense its allegiance has changed." Olivander states simply, returning the wand to Harry.

"Sir, what does that mean exactly?" You ask, stepping forward, releasing Hermione from your grip.

The wandmaker looks up at you, a kind smile playing on his lips.

"The wand chooses the wizard, y/n."

[sabo-has-my-heart]

1500 Followers Event

*Gasps* Can you believe it? The day is here! The day is actually here! The day of….

Mitsuri: The 1500 Follower Event Poll!!!

Wait, what are you doing here?

Mitsuri: I’m… I’m here for the event poll.

Guest appearances aren’t supposed to be until the event itself…

Mitsuri: w-what? 

Well, I suppose I’ll make an exception this time. So, let’s tell them what the poll options are!

Mitsuri: Yay! Alright, well, with the 1400th follower (shoutout to @audrey-93 for being our 1400th) our wonderful Astra decided that she’d run a poll to let the followers decide what the 1500 follower event would be.

And what a great time to do it! During Election Season (In America)! So the options are as follows:

AU Event 3: AU Event 3 would be exactly like AU events 1 & 2 at 200 and 300 followers. Much like AU events 1 & 2, you will choose a character, choose an AU from those that I will put together, choose a prompt from the lists I’ll put together, and a please, thank you, or other form of politeness/pleasantry. Then you’ll send it in and if it follows my rules, then I’ll write it!

Open my inbox of 3-6 months: So I closed my inbox some time ago because I felt underappreciated. I felt like my followers and/or readers were treating me like some sort of writing machine that spits out fanfics without any sort of care about who I am as a person. This option would open my inbox to regular requests for a period of 3-6 months depending on what sort of requests I get. I would, of course, expect my rules to be followed and patience to be had, but I would open my inbox to requests.

Old Fic Rewrites: pretty self explanatory. You send in a request to rewrite one of my older fics. I’ll make a list of fics that I absolutely will not rewrite as well as a rule of how old a fic has to be for me to rewrite it, but in general, you’re asking me to rewrite a request. Depending, I may or may not add a prompt option to this. In which you, the requester, say “Please dearest Astra, rewrite this fic with this prompt.” and I’ll go, “Awww, how sweet of you to be so kind, alright, let’s see what I can do!”

Top To Bottom: This is a new one that was offered by one of my beautiful followers (named by me). What this means is that it will be reader (or character) x bottom!Character. Please Note that just because they’re bottom, does not necessarily mean they’re submissive. You can be a dom and be on bottom. Furthermore, this won’t be nsfw only. There will be sfw options! Do I serve smut? Yes. But this is an equal opportunity, all inclusive blog, meaning minors are allowed so long as they stay out of the smut!

Other: send me an idea! If enough people vote ‘Other’ I’ll take all of the other ideas and put them in a new poll!

None: you don’t want an event. You don’t want me to run an event. For whatever reason, you think that I shouldn’t run an event.

As a final note! I require 150 votes on this poll to run the event! That’s 1/10th of 1500 followers. I’m asking for a total vote count equal to 1/10th of the total followers to reach the milestone! That’s not that many. Heck, I have no way of knowing who voted and whether or not they’re a follower! You could message 150 friends and tell them “I’ll give each of you $2 if you go on Tumblr and vote this option.” (If you have this many friends and that much money, however, I think you’d be better off paying me, it would be much, much cheaper to pay me to run the event, lol). Or you could reblog this post as go “hey guys, vote on this for me!” whatever it takes to get 150 votes! Anything less and I will not run the event! I don’t care if it was 148, I don’t care if “I didn’t get time”. This poll will be set for 1 week! 150 votes! With that said, happy voting! (And happy voting season to all my fellow Americans. Please vote!)

[kerjaath]

pls more yumi content literally brainrotting over him rn ill take anything 🙏🤲 LOL

Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk

It's you and Yumi's anniversary. But, even in happiness, something just has to go wrong…

reader lives in tgc house

no reader gender specified

word count: 1.3

AN: hello anonnnnn :3333 yes OFC ill make more Yumi content 🤤 honestly same tho, i loooove to brainrot over Yum-sters.. also this fic has LIIIIIIGGGHHHTTTTTT angst :3 its not enough where im going to tag it as angst, but its the smallest ittiest bittiest of angst lol, so might as well warn. ALSO to anyone who has sent in a request: ill hopefully get them done soon!!! school has been a big roadblock in writing (always has, always will be lol), so hopefully by next week ill have sm posted :333 tysmmmm for patience yippie!!! sorry for long AN im such a yapper :3

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The day marked your anniversary with Yumi.

You knew exactly how you wanted to celebrate it with him: convice the boys to get Yumi out the house for a few hours so that you could bake a banger of a homemade cake to surprise him with!

You had been secretly practicing your baking and decorating skills for a while now. From watching endless "tips and tricks" videos on youtube, to even sneaking out to a local bakery that provided cake decorating classes. You had this in the bag.

You woke up early in the morning, slowly leaning off the bed and tiptoeing out the door to the bathroom. You took a looong shower, and even longer searching for the best outfit to wear for the occasion.

As you walked back into your room after getting dressed, you picked up your phone off the charger, checking your notifications. Yumi started to stir, waking up from his slumber and leaning out of bed. He embraced you from behind, his hands slinking to your waist as he snuggled his head into the back of your neck.

"Good morning," you let out a light laugh, lifting your hand to rub his cheek and hair behind you. You clicked your phone off, sliding it into your pocket.

"You smell so good.." Yumi yawned, his voice low from fatigue.

"Thank you!" You smiled, turning your head to the side to see him. You couldn't help but lean into his embrace.

"Happy Anniversary," Yumi lifted his head, kissing your cheek.

"Happy Anniversary," You repeated. Yumi let go of you and started to inch to his dresser to dig for a change of clothes. You left the room to give him privacy.

As you walked out, you could already hear your housemates in the livingroom. You walked down the hall, and sparked into a chat with them, going over the pre-discussed plan. When you heard the whine of the door to you and Yumi's room, you quieted down and acted natural, separating from the others to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

You could already hear Larry and Tanner asking Yumi to go out to the mall with them, and you held back a laugh.

After a while, the three left and Isaac and Nick stayed home with you.

As soon as you heard the car leave the driveway, you bolted to the fridge, pushing past the boxes of Bodyarmor and jars of different jams and pickles to grab the hidden pack of strawberries and whipped cream. Nick dug in the cabinet for everything else you needed beside you, Isaac standing at the kitchen counter, pulling out bowls and measuring cups.

With everything arranged on the counter, you clapped your hands together in thought.

"Okay, let's get this started!" You smiled, joyously going ahead to grab a pack of flour. Nick and Isaac stood on stand-by, available to aid you whenever you needed but giving you enough space to work.

You feverishly baked, making a delicious handmade vanilla cake and whipped frosting. When it was time to start decorating, you carefully cut slabs of strawberries and piped out the blinding white frosting.

The cake was perfect, and you couldn't help but beam at your craft. Isaac and Nick helped you transport it into the fridge, and you went ahead and texted Larry and Tanner that you were finished up.

While waiting for the two to bring Yumi back to the house, you slumped onto the couch and around a half hour or so of scrolling on your phone, you heard the clack of the front door, and jumped up.

Yumi walked inside the house first, his hand behind his back. You turned your head sideways as your eyebrow raised.

"And what is that.." An impish smile formed on your mouth.

"Oh, nothing," Yumi looked at the ceiling, acting clueless. He couldn't hold back his own smile.

You back off and into the kitchen, everyone else besides you and Yumi going back to their rooms for the rest of the day until dinner time. Yumi slid the bags he held on the floor by the counter. You couldn't see them from behind the counter where you stood.

"I have a surprise for you," You turned around to face the fridge.

"As do I," Yumi replied. "You go first, of course."

You opened the fridge, retrieving the cake you meticulously worked on. You spun around, showing the cake off to Yumi. His jaw dropped, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Oh my god, you made that?!?" He practically shouted, leaning over the kitchen counter to see it closer.

You pulled the cake back toward you, and walked to the corner of the counter, going to set it infront of Yumi.

Now, you always considered yourself not particularly a clumsy person, and you could swear that you had the cardboard base of the cake held tightly, but when you stepped forward and your foot got caught on essentially nothing, the cake sliding right off the base and to the ground, you couldn't help but second guess yourself.

You both stood there, staring at the new mess on the ground. You felt your eyes sting, cheeks starting to go numb. You couldn't even make an interjection.

Yumi in the moment tried to reach for the cake, but ultimately missed. His hand retracted back to himself, and he looked at you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he quickly ran over the cake and held your shoulder, grabbing your face to look at him. "Look at me. It's okay"

"I.." your eyes drifted back to the cake, tears already streaming down. Yumi tugged at your head again, making your eyes refocus on him.

"Don't even look at that. Look at me, its okay." His face went serious, and he lifted his hand to wipe your tears. He leaned to kiss your forehead

"I'm so sorry, Yumi, i.." You started up again, but he shushed you.

"Forget about it, it's okay. I should've caught it anyway," he kept his head on top of yours, closing his eyes as he rested on you.

"No, no, it's not your fault," You spoke, nesting under him.

"Hey, You know what, now my surprise will work out," He lifted his head and looked at you, smiling.

"What do you mean?" He walked back to the bag he set down earlier, lifting it onto the counter. He dug into it, took out a large white box, and set it on the counter in front of you.

"What is.." you started, looking at the box confused.

"Just open it," Yumi leaned on the counter, smiling. You brought your hands up, quickly wiping your face as you sniffled and opened the box.

Inside was a heart-shaped pink cake absolutely covered in icing flowers. In the middle was iced "I love you so much". You gasped, cupping your mouth and feeling the tears stream down your face once again.

"Oh my god, Yumi-" you turned and crashed right into a hug with him, embracing him as you sobbed tears of joy, love, and frustration into his chest. He laughed, patting your back as he hugged you back.

You backed off, and Yumi turned back around to take a small box out of the bag and moved the cake box aside, sliding the smaller one infront of you.

"You didn't have to get me a gift," you laughed. He just smiled and urged you to open it. The box was white with a thin, bright ribbon. You slipped the ribbon off, lifting the top of the box off to reveal an ornate, absolutely beautiful necklace. It was in the shape of a heart.

"Aweee.." you cooed, taking it out of the box and admiring it in your hands. Yumi just smiled, and kissed your forehead.

"I knew you'd like it.. here, let me see it," You gave him the necklace and turned around. He reached the necklace around your neck, clasping it on. You reached up to it and touched it to your fingers.

When you turned back to him, you couldn't help but just.. stare at him. The love that overwhelmed your body would never quell.

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[mollish-art]

Mollish, what kind of five stars dish are you cooking with the chapter?!

Let me get this straight: You have reached the 100 pages mark, and (if you haven't already past it) have written, atleast, 80k words.

For those who are like "that not a lot", let me put this into prespective.

Firstly, "The Great Gatsby" is a novel that has a count of **looks at Google* about 47k words (if you don't want the unrounded number, there are 47.094), as indicated by the source.

Secondly, a 100 pages are A LOT. It's true that depending on style of the font and how big it is, it can affect the canvas. Let's say that Mollish writes with the standard Calibri 12 Word offers when booted up. A single page can hold an small introduction, a text body about 3-4 paragraphs and a conclusion. All that is about 200-300 words. Do you see what I mean?

Finally, if you still haven't seen what I mean, is that those hundred pages and 80k words are NOT different chapters. These. Are. For. A. Singular. Chapter.

In conclusion, Mollish (aka, you, yes you, the one who is reading this) has written more words than a novel, the book itself is more or less as long as a children's book [a 100 pages is about a half an inch (???) ( about 7 milimetres or 1 whole centimetre)], and is doing all of this for a chapter of a fanfic for an AU about a project a creachur that films themselves playing games named "Ranboo" made, just because she feels like it.

We must appreciate the work and time she has putted behind the writting ( AND drawings) for Unperson.

Let me just say "Thank you Mollish for creating the AU and lending it the time and care it needs to grow."

Sorry for writting the Bibel lol, have a nice day!

PS: Watch Chapter 5 be longer than the other four chapters combined xD.

Awww thank you so much for the kind words!! That's very sweet of you :) I really appreciate it! I'm having such a fun time with the story and I'm just really happy that I have the opportunity to share it with you guys! <3

I know I've been saying it for weeks now, but I promise I'm nearly done! Today I finally hit the 100 page mark and have just passed 42,000 words (making the entire fic nearly 100,000 words long!) :D

As there was so much I needed to do with this chapter (you'll see what I mean by that when it releases), I had to make it really long. I doubt chapter 5 will be anywhere near the same length, but of course I can't say for sure until I'm actually writing it lol

I should be finished with writing Chapter 4 in the next few days, and then I pass it on to my beta reader for edit suggestions. While they're reading it, I can use that time to finish working on the cover art and the (many) website updates that will accompany the chapter itself!

The corresponding audiobook chapter won't be out for a while yet as after I release this chapter I need to actually record an entire audiobook for a client (yippee!!), but as soon as that's done I'll get on to dubbing my own work again (and then of course beginning work on Chapter 5)!

Thank you all again so much for your patience and support, especially through this prolongued hiatus. The wait has been a lot longer than I anticipated, but so is the chapter, so hopefully that makes up for it haha

See y'all sooooooon!~

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @mortalitasdeeznuts 

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

Interview with Ascindio

Ascindio and Dema talk symbolism in art, the collaboration process, and strategies for constant improvement 

Dema: So first: welcome to the bang! We're about a week into the collaboration period – how is that going?

Ascindio: It's going great! I have a very clear image of what I want to do, just waiting to see if my writer is cool with the idea. The story they've written is wonderful.

Dema: Without spoiling too much, can you describe your idea using 3 words or less?

Ascindio: Disappointment, hurt, chasm. [EDIT: there has since been a pivot! The new words are: almost, chance, tentative. But since we were angsty before we're rolling with it. -Dema out.-]

Dema: MMMMM delicious.

Ascindio: I do so love angst.

Dema: I am reminded of that very gorgeous Lavellan piece you did. What is the strategy you use for conveying that angst?

Ascindio: Ooowh thank you! I loved doing that one. For angst, I wait until I have an idea/feeling that just grips me and I kind of churn it over and over in my brain until I can start to form a visual. I am very much in love with symbolism, so pretty much every emotional piece I do is bursting with it, hahaha. I have to have a very clear idea of what I want to get across.

Dema: Where do you draw your symbolism from? Is it all from the DA lore itself, or are you incorporating symbols from other sources?

Ascindio: Mostly the symbolism is from artistic choices. For example, in the one that you mentioned, she is the focal point, but the frame is much larger than her. I'm trying to show her loneliness and how sometimes she feels small, regardless of how Grand she is. She's an unwilling religious figure, hence the halo.

Dema: The orb halo is SO cool. 

Ascindio: There's more, obviously, but just to give an idea of what I mean. Pretty much every choice I make in the composition is deliberate.

Dema: I love that! And so exciting that you already have an idea for your Bang piece. Do you do many collaborations?

Ascindio: I don't, but I'd LOVE to do more, I looove collaborating and making art with/for others!

Dema: Is this your first Bang?

Ascindio: Yes!

Dema: What about the collaboration process is appealing, as an artist?

Ascindio: One of my favorite things is the challenge of trying to bring to life something from someone else's brain, and then put my own spin on it. I just find a lot of satisfaction in it. It's like one of the best ways I know how to connect with people.

Dema: That's one of my favorite parts of this kind of event, too. It's so fun to relate to the specific visuals of the fic!

Ascindio: Yes!

Dema: Does the timeline feel intimidating at all, or are you pretty comfortable?

Ascindio: The only thing that's intimidating me is that I need to keep it secret for so long 😂 I usually work on a piece for like 10 ish hours over one or two days and then immediately post it because I have No patience lol!

Dema: Oh yes, the secret-keeping is so hard. I understand! But the reveals are SO exciting when they do happen.

Ascindio: I cannot WAIT to see what everyone does.

Dema: When you work on pieces for yourself, especially in long stretches like that, do you have a particular environment you prefer? Any creative rituals?

Ascindio: I just recently set up a new little work station, with a couple monitors and I love it. So I have a rainy fireplace ambience on YouTube going, then I have a spread of inspiration/reference collage app I use called PureRef and I either listen to music or have some tutorials going from an art patreon I subscribe to, and I try to put a new skill into every piece I do. And I paint on a huion using ibis paint.

Dema: That is such a great idea to incorporate a specific new skill or technique into each new piece. Does that keep it fresh for you? Or is the goal just to keep improving?

Ascindio: It is my idea of fun haha, also I am always completely unsatisfied with just about everything I paint. So yes, it's definitely also to try to improve little by little without overwhelming myself.

Dema: I am very sympathetic to that feeling, haha. What was the latest new skill you tried out?

Ascindio: Owh okay so the latest has been working on creating a more harmonious color palette! I've always had a hard time with color theory as I'm self taught and the colors I choose often seem to stick out and draw attention to themselves when the focus is supposed to be something else. So for example choosing a murky white for a white shirt, when in reality a lavender may be better for a specific piece and it will still translate to white without being so Look At Me.

Dema: Ah, yes! I find that color is so much harder in digital art, as well. Maybe because you have access to All Of Them. At least, that has been my experience 😂

Ascindio: Yes, so tempting to say oh a blue shirt, I shall choose a Pure Blue. It is very rewarding to see little bits of progress here and there.

Dema: Yes! Do you have any go-to color schemes, or palettes you gravitate to?

Ascindio: Oowhoho yesss. It's funny you can see my main color palette shift over time when you look at all my pieces in chronological order. Right now I'm very into nature sunset color schemes. For example:

I actually have a Coolors chrome extension, so when I open a new tab it goes to a randomly selected color palette.

Dema: Oooh so very saturated, very warm?

Ascindio: Lots of purple, blue, pink, and green, with a bit of gold.

Dema: Lovely! Thank you for sharing so many great tips and rec's, as well as for taking the time to talk to me today!

Ascindio: Thank You! It was very fun!

[thithesandofferings]

Be-comings of Ardor: pt. 2

Summary: Raian sees you as something other than nothing

Pairing: Raian x Reader

AN: Shorter chapter this time. Smut coming soon muahahaha

Tags: Descriptions of violence. Slow...slow burn. (Its actually not that slow theyre obsessed with each other) Eventual smut. Multi-chaptered. Nothing too crazy. I havent decided if I wanted to get any crazier lol. Honestly this is just an excuse to learn how to write descriptively so please bare with me.

Part 1

Part 3

Its two weeks before you see him again.

You don't even try to look for him the first few days. Knowing that his presence will be celebrated by others, you would rather die than have that kind of uneasy attention on you.

Doesn't mean you don't feel him. He's a constant being in your psyche. Pressing heavily at your tendons. Puncturing your dreams and basking wantonly in your nightmares. He avoids you, but you see whispers of him. Your peripheral is haunted by the monsters he creates around the corners. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he wants you to put him back where he came from. To retract your winnings.

Your silence and withered patience seems to please him. If only a little. Humor sings cruelly into your fingers when you know he's close by. Because once the two weeks is over, you hear him beacon for you. Its startling. Grating when you hear his voice in your head. Pains the nerves, making you blink rapidly as shadows vibrate the hollow of your skull. Doesn't even deem you significant enough to say words. Just lets his intention fold you into an obedient thing.

Your sandwich tastes of dust, gritty-digging into your gums and eating away at your flesh when you chew. looks even less appetizing. This does not stop you from grabbing it and bringing it over to him. Where he sits alone. A throne in its own right. Not a follower to be found. You hear whispers burn into your neck, but when you turn, heads are down and the heated words are not towards you. Not that you believe for a second they aren't interested in what you have to say.

Or why you're not dead yet.

Picking yourself up becomes easier the closer you get to him. You sit, but make sure to leave his heated gaze. It burns to look at him. Blood vessels crack when your knees press against his. You don't deem it important enough to move it. There is an unspoken crime to be had. One where the strangers of the Kure family didn't think important to tell you. Your shoulders start to lift straighter, and breathing becomes easier. They don't tell you that being away from your demon causes your soul to experience lacroysmic pain. Tears and sheltered screams covet the pillows every night. Or if there inst a brush encounter, then you forget who are for hours. Dissociating as your skin becomes parlor and your cells take on a pewter tone. Hollowed and feeble, for once, you want something permanent. Want him to stain your skin so you never have to go through the kind of pain you did for those two weeks.

"You feeling it now?" You don't even have time to feel embarrassed. Needles prickling at your spine when he speaks to you for the first time. You barely can scramble out a mumbled reply.

"If I had known that not being around you would cause this much annoyance, I would have followed you just like your little groupies" Being snarky with a war demon may not have been the best idea, but two weeks and having to deal with soul sucking despair, you'll say just about anything.

He seemed to enjoy the comment. Studying you before the next moment and smiling cruelly.

"You weren't ready for me, brat-" He leaned in to grab your jaw, pulling you closer. "I needed to know how loyal you were." Wrenching yourself back before his touch burned you alive, you couldn't help but scoff in anger. He could have just asked, or even let you know what was going on with his little test.

He gets up suddenly and doesn't wait to see if you follow. He knows you will. The sandwich is laid limp and cold on the table. The Kure family begins to hover over it. Birds flocking to pieces of meat that smell of you and your demon.

The demon says nothing as you both walk, but you make sure that you are close to him. Breathing in his ashen scent, brushing the molten skin minutely. You take your time to gaze up at him. He looks like he was getting used to the skin he'd been given. Starting to look like the old pictures his relatives had. You didn't see him sporting the purple hue anymore, it fading into a skin tone not quite grey, not quite purple. Blending seamlessly into each other. Didn't seem to care that you were staring either. Making sure to look over at your form, slowly roving over your form in a way that feels like he's pushed you into a lake of fire.

"Stop-" You start, only for him to deliberately stop short.

"You started it first. Don't look if you don't want that shit returned." It has your nerves pushing and trembling anxiously when you follow his broad back passed the back entrance to the training room.

You're about to fight.

Specifically. You're about to fight a demon. Your demon.

Its all a blur after the third time he puts you on the mat. The pain is irrelevant. It always is. But the rush of satisfaction bleeds into your disappointment.

He's out of breath.

His resolve blows gently against your face. Soothing the itch that has been shadowing you since he walked away. Contentment digs its way through your belly, unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. The demon sees it in your face, when you look up at him, brief flashes of surprise melting into the blacks of his eyes.

When he pulls away from you, it feels like puling flesh from muscle. Aches in greedy ways. You want to keep him on you. Inside you. As one. The hunger borderlines on inappropriate. Makes your face flush in embarrassment when you finally start to hear the excited echoes of the Kure family needling at one another.

Silence balances the room entirely when he sticks a hand out. To help you. Roughened palms from decades of blood spilled underneath his fingerprints. Its warmer than you'd expect when you grasps them. Callouses digging into your palm, wanting to rip away tender skin in the brief moments of contact. Rough skin scorching when it presses against yours. Seeing the size of his palm eclipse yours and it makes your throat run dry. Clicking hard as you swallow through your need. His eyes flicker a garish red only to blink and its gone quickly. But you feel it, old weight buried on your body as he assesses the damage he has done. Can hear the eldritch being admit a deep rumble of a satisfied purr when he sees that you have his marks on you.

The look wrenches you open, swallowing you whole in its rapacity. Its hard to look away from him, but his followers take his attention- pushing you out the way without ever touching you. You're used to that by now. Being the strongest doesn't always give way to respect you've learned. That doesn't stop the demon Raian from looking away from you. Eyes shifting and pulling pieces away from you and making them his. You'll have to decide what offering is best to give him the next time you meet.

[interpolanticssuperfan]

nothing natural | ken x fem!reader | part 4 | 18+ only

hey everyone!!!! thanks so much for your patience in my getting out this next chapter, ive been incredibly busy with life stuff and finishing a different fic of mine on ao3. (if you're a fight club fan, i'm @snottys on there. LOL) thank you for the kind words and the messages, they mean SO much to me. i hope this chapter is alright, and i can promise some mounting sexual tension in the next one; im just hoping to build up successfully to it so it feels organic and fun. i love you all and thanks for reading <3

tags: @heyareyoulistening @itsametaphorbriansblog @alyeria

The tight snap of the glass sliding door jilted you, and you should’ve guessed that Ken wouldn’t leave you alone, even if it meant deliberately ignoring your request for some space. With a heaving sigh, you studied your hands, the lines of your knuckles to try and see if your skin could explain what was wrong with you. What could possibly be wrong with you. 

Inward thoughts tapering off, you couldn’t ignore the way Ken’s presence was making you feel, searing butterflies in your stomach, which made your shame even more complex and frustrating. To be pinned by his gaze, it made you feel important, uninhibited. Flittery and excited like a child. It was invigorating.

It was nothing but a bad idea. A dead end. Done and dusted before you should have ever let it begin. 

A breeze rolled through your hair, welcoming and cooling. Ken’s atomic aura lingered behind you. He didn’t bound right up, didn’t affix himself to your side emphatically like he’d been doing all day. 

With a puff and a flick, you heaved yourself away from the curled metal railing, not meeting Ken’s eye. 

You hid your waning cigarette like you were about to get in trouble for it, as if you were back in school, ducking administrators under the bleachers, wrapped in thick lined coats with your friends. How simple things had been back then.

The mention of school brought back countless unsavory memories and left a bad taste in your mouth, flashes of arguments and self-doubt, so you ignored it in favor of waiting for Ken to speak. 

Back then, you weren’t afraid to approach any boy you wanted. It didn’t matter if he was the head of the football team or a shrinking, shy kid in the back of the study hall. Where this fearless bravado originated from, you couldn’t necessarily identify. All you knew was that it had eluded you into adulthood.

You reveled at how much you’ve changed since graduation.

“Willa’s in her green bed-thing,” Ken murmured a decent ways behind you, and you felt instant appreciation for him. After being such a freak and making a fool of yourself, he only kept choosing to help you, looking out for your belongings, the things you cared about. He had no reason to do them for you, but at this point, you didn’t want to question him.

“Thank you, Ken. You didn't have to do that.” You replied softly, picking at a fingernail absentmindedly.

“She got pretty antsy when you left. Ran in circles. Don't worry, (Y/N); once she gets to know me a little better, she’ll trust me in no time. What does she eat?” 

Ken finally appeared at your elbow, voice still gentle, taking in the hanging potted plants, the other identical slim patios of your neighbors that lined the lower units. He seemed nervous to get too close, so he laid his hands down on the railing, blinking rapidly when the sun peeked out from the clouds and shone directly on him like he wasn't used to its intensity. 

If you weren’t walking on eggshells, unable to trust yourself to talk with him normally, you might’ve tipped a warm, toothy smile up at him, allowed yourself to just… enjoy his presence. Express thankfulness for the change to your humdrum everyday life. 

“Lettuce. Different kinds of vegetables. Um… these special pellets I have to order online that take weeks to get here.” And that cost double what they should… the things you do for Willa. If only you could tell her ‘you're welcome.’

“Can you show me how you feed her? When we go back inside?” So hopeful. So unaware. Ken’s request sent shockwaves of emotion through your body. Your heart couldn’t help but do cartwheels over his sweet comments, the uncomplicated way he interacted with you.

“I don't know what to do.”

Ken paused, cocked his head as he furrowed his brow at you. He'd buttoned his jacket back up and taken his boots off. Just standing out here in the real world like he wasn't worried about what would happen to him.

A vein worked in Ken’s throat when he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, gilding the beautiful slope of his neck, and you had to tear your eyes away from him, the sweat on your chest collecting rapidly. Too tight, too sweet, too painful to look at.  

Of course he buttoned his jacket up, you scolded yourself. What else was he supposed to do after you humiliated him like that, reduced him to nothing but his looks? If he’d done the same to you, you’d have probably kicked him out.

(Or not.)

“Sure you do. You feed her every day, don't you? Actually, you should let me do it, that way we can build a rapport and –”

Exhaling through your nostrils, you took another long drag from your cigarette, and shook your head, still unable to meet Ken’s pleading eyes as the smoke tendril crept upwards and billowed away. 

It didn't bring you enjoyment to cut him off before he could lose himself on a tangent, but the day’s events had left you no choice; and you had to own up to your behavior, your unwarranted comments that Ken didn't even register as irresponsible.

“That's not what I meant. I know how to feed Willa. This has been a very, very long and… strange day. And it's only three in the afternoon.”

“I wasn't keeping track of the time.” Ken offered kindly.

“I wasn't expecting you to.”

“That smells bad,” Ken upturned his nose at the cigarette as the cloud dissipated over his face, shifting his body away from the direction the smoke carried. “I saw people with those in Venice Beach, but they walked so fast that I didn't get a proper whiff, you know? I'm telling you, everyone in Venice Beach acts like they're late for something.”

“That sounds more like New York to me.” A sneer formed on your face, which Ken noticed immediately. 

“They have those smoke sticks in New York, too?” He questioned innocently, side stepping every wave of tobacco residue that fanned out into the air, engaged in a bizarre dance of bob and weave. 

“They have these everywhere.” You counter, lifting your eyebrows curiously.

Ken scowls. “Yuck. What are they for?”

You mulled over an explanation in your mind, a little grateful to be addressing anything besides your brazenly lustful comment that Ken seemed to have entirely forgotten about. That Ken had glossed right over, not even batting a significant (irresistible) eyelash at. 

“When you breathe them in, it makes your head feel light for a few seconds. It's a pleasant feeling. But over time, they hurt your body and… essentially poison you.” Is this how you'd explain smoking to a child? It would have to do; you were no teacher, no professional, regardless of how hungrily Ken searched your eyes for answers and succinct explanations on everything. 

This information horrifies Ken, who makes to grab the burning cigarette right out of your hand. Pinching it between his fingers like hazardous waste, he flings it as far as he possibly can off the balcony with a grunt of exertion, and you both watch it spin gymnastically before landing a very long distance on a far sidewalk, ashes snowing and dying on the ground. 

It's impossible to delay meeting his gaze after that, so you look right up into his eyes, and Ken thaws under your attention, pupils still raging and wild and heavenly cerulean blue. 

Good arm, you think to yourself moments before breaking into a grin. 

“Sorry (Y/N), but that was for your own good. I can't possibly let you do something that's going to poison you. Not on my watch.” Smug, and a little bewildered, the smile that Ken gives you is flustered and determined.

“You're not even wearing a watch.”

“You don't know that.” Ken lulls, peeking at the sky, trying fastidiously to appear unbothered.

“I'm quite literally looking at both of your wrists.”

“Oh, (Y/N). You bemuse me. You see, a prepared man doesn't need to rely on worldly inventions such as watches. And numbers. He only needs his intuitions. Of which I have so many.” Ken taps intermittently at his temples, still avoiding your direct gaze. Calm and collected. Or, his best imitation of someone relaxed. And educated.

Had anyone else done this, especially on a frustrating and confusing day like today, you’d have probably kneed them in the groin. Maybe hurl a few expletives. Because where would you get off snatching a smoke straight out of someone’s hand? That you'd spent your own money on?

But all you could manage to do was laugh, fold over forwards a little bit with it, and the sound of it eased Ken’s nerves, eventually joining in with you to test the temperature of the conversation. 

“So… are you done being mad at me now?” He scrubbed at the back of his neck.

“I was never mad at you, Ken. I just needed some air, I needed to… clear my head. I really meant it when I said you didn’t do anything wrong.” He leaned over the railing a bit, tapping his foot against the welcome mat you’d placed outside.

“What I said wasn’t – well, it wasn’t nice, and I realized that I haven’t been handling this situation appropriately. That’s what made me feel upset. I was mad at myself.” Confessing this had you feeling twenty pounds lighter. 

“But it made me feel nice,” Ken affirmed, and you had to soldier yourself mentally not to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him or something equally as unwise. “I liked it. Is that so bad?”

In your peripheral you could make out the lines of his flawless blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watched the grass below, the bright orange “For Rent” sign, the pomeranian sunbathing on the second floor end unit. He seemed to be taken with every new sight that he laid his eyes on. So eager to learn, eager to please you, to help release your nerves. 

You considered that you didn't deserve even an ounce of it. His newness. His charisma, the spark in his eyes when you smiled at him. Any of it, there was no reason it should be directed towards you. 

Sobered, you attempted with great willpower not to let this falter your resolve. The best way to handle this was with honesty, and you knew that lying to Ken would only further complicate your already complicated friendship that had been forged only a handful of hours earlier. 

“To be fair, it usually feels nice to be complimented.”

“And that’s something friends do for each other – they say nice things about the people they like. So I think you should stop being so mad.” Ken sustained, lightly biting at his plush bottom lip, swelling under the tension, the exactitude of his discomfort manifesting. 

“Listen. Ken,” you dug your nails into the back of your hand, at the susceptible skin there, leaving imprints as you tried to assert yourself. If Ken noticed the tremble in your exhale as you slowly blinked, he didn’t point it out.

“I’m going to be forthcoming with you, because you seem like someone who… I don’t know. Deserves it. You’re funny, you’re. Fascinating. You’re easy on the eyes, I mean, you're. You’re.”

Ken flushes a deep shade of pink at your words, speechless, the spread of it so clear and unbidden on his lower neck that you have to nearly kick yourself not to look. He's got no idea how to answer you. When Ken finally receives the attention he angles for, it seems that he doesn’t know what to do with it. Stands and sways and stares, waits for the next beat because he isn’t sure of what comes after this, what could possibly be waiting for him on the other side of affection, the words that make him bow his head and drop his listless eyes.

You’re a solid few feet away from Ken, but he smells like sunlight – smells like happiness. His eyelashes dance in the shadows the setting sun casts over him in streaks of oranges and deep reds, painting him like an immortalized work of art.

He glimmers like an angel. Something made from clay. It makes your stomach twist. For some reason you miss your little sister. You miss when your days had structure. When decisions weren’t hard to make, when they weren’t even your responsibility. 

When you were only a child, and being alive didn’t sting. 

When none of this was your job. It was only dusk and popsicles, running until your ankles scraped against your shoes so bad they bled. When it was just sidewalk chalk and trading cards and homemade dinner. Homework and awful bathroom haircuts. Long walks and skinned knees.

Not a single part of you had ever felt ready to be an adult, and it was hitting you outside on your balcony, washing over you in disconcerting waves that Ken couldn’t read, couldn’t make sense of.

“You don’t know me that well. And. We only just met today. You know? So, what I’m trying to say is, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, about… what I’ve been through and. What I’m looking for. Out of life, out of. Relationships, friends, things like that. What I want to become. And until this morning, I hadn’t really been that inspired to evaluate any of it. My days are essentially just this, every week over and over, exactly like you’ve seen. I work at the library. I say hi to Pat. I rent a magazine that I forget about and then return without even having picked it up or read it, like some loser. I feed my guinea pig. I smoke and then sit out here, watch my neighbors. It’s just.” 

Your throat feels constricted, fighting against twangs of distressed emotion that bubble up and cradle within you, threatening to release at any moment. Threaten to betray you. You’re reticent to accept that any display of weakness could turn Ken off.

Could have him turning tail and going back to… wherever it was he said he came from. Barbieland? Jesus, what a day.

Since when had you become such a sap? So ready to let it all out over the smallest event, something as mundane as meeting someone who expressed interest in you?

Ken wasn’t just someone, you scolded yourself. Wasn’t just some guy you’d bump into at a bar, someone you’d match with on a dating app or strut up to at a baseball game drunkenly and emboldened with false courage. He couldn’t fit into a box of superlatives. Refused to be defined so easily.

He didn’t even have a heartbeat.

It’s too much out here, and you want to cry. Want so desperately to cry. To let it out, to experience the way you’d feel in front of someone who would never judge you for it. Who probably doesn’t even know what crying or sorrow or regret or loneliness feels like.

But Ken stills himself and listens. Fiddles with his hands like he’s never been bored before and listens to every word, hangs on them like he’s getting something out of this, like he needs to listen to a human being speak about what it feels like to be a human being. Like this is valuable information to him.

He’s so beautiful and bright and burning like the sun and he listens to all of it.

“It would be the easy thing to just keep you here. I know you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m sorry about that. It would be so easy to. Accept this, accept you and. Not even question it. I mean, Jesus. You came out of nowhere. Introduced yourself to me. Not afraid of anything. You didn’t even know who I was, not really. And the easy thing would be for me to take you – take it. Not even. Not even worrying about what it said about me to do that.”

Your throat is rubbed raw, the honest and vulnerable tears tugging at your eyes, but you can’t do that right now. Don't want to turn over and show your dark, clingy underbelly to Ken when he's only just met you and only thinks shining, sweet things about you, like you could never be capable of letting him down.

Not when it matters, when someone is pegging you as their lifeline, their sole source of connecting themselves to humanity.

Ken just squeezes his pink, worry-chewed lips into a thin line and continues to listen. He has nowhere else to be. Why would he? He’s pale and shining and gorgeous.

Swells of his arms filling with the afternoon sun. There’s nowhere else he wants to be but right here, barefoot and open and accepting of what you need to get off your chest, like there’s the perfect space right in his heart to fit it all in, to understand it even if he’s struggling to get what you mean. 

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. I think that there’s. I think there’s something about you that makes me want to be careless. And that’s not like me, at least not right now.”

“But I don’t feel careless when I’m with you.” Ken states, like it’s easy, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Something breaks deep inside you, it's thick and presumptuous, and you feel pressure thickening in the base of your gut, like you might puke or scream or maybe a combination of both.

“I’ve been careless of you. You might not realize it, but. I have been. It’s not cool. I don’t feel that I’m doing the right thing.” 

“Well. What can we do that will make this better?” The question that’s been dancing on his lips, that’s been tearing him asunder finally comes to light. 

You wring your hands in front of you, already craving another cigarette, craving liquor, craving an out from this. The urge to scrape something sharp against the meat of your arm comes to you. You ignore it. Swallowing down the urge to punish yourself.

It’ll be alright. Just approach this logically. Do the right thing.

Do the right thing.

And don’t mess it up.

“I think I would feel better if you went back to where you came from.” 

The words smolder between the two of you, more fiery and loaded than you intended, and Ken bristles at your words. Expecting rejection. Waiting for a slap to the face.

"You want me to leave?"

“Hold on. Not like that, I mean. I think I would feel better if you went back to… you know.”

“Barbieland.” Ken states, and it’s too small, it’s puny. It’s not how you want him to sound. So beaten down and insecure.

“Right. And I think you should really consider whether or not you want this. Living in the real world. Because it’s tough, and. Ken, it’s difficult, it’ll rip you apart from the inside out. People are unpredictable. They can be loving and gentle, but… not every moment you spend here will be fun. Not every friend you make here will have your best interest at heart. They’ll take advantage of you and bleed you for what you’re worth. They’ll toss you around and spit you out and not think anything of it.”

The twirling light in his pupils dies out then, fizzles in a way that's tangible, like you could reach out and touch it to feel how real it is. Ken seems to not understand what you’re saying, but stares at you still, picking at the ends of his sleeves with great effort.

"Is it... you're sure it's not me? Because (Y/N), If I did something, I hope you know you can feel free to let me know. I won't get upset." It twinges at your insides. Makes you clench and tongue at the roof of your mouth. There isn't anything that gets past Ken, is there?

"No, that's. That's not it."

"Okay."

“I’m not saying I will do all of that to you.” You turn then to face him, waving your hand in general as if summarizing everything you'd just said, fighting the instinct to pull another cigarette out of your purse, to hide from what you’re feeling. The truth you need to communicate to him so real and regrettable and honest.

“I just want you to gather as much information as you can before you decide this for yourself. Your life. I don’t know what it was like for you before. Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe our world seems like a sanctuary compared to where you’re from. Maybe it seems like a hellhole.”

Ken doesn’t say anything, just watches your every move intensely, watches your back as it contracts and spreads out with anxiety. Working to pick the right words, the intricacies of what you wish you could articulate.

“But that’s how it is here. I think you should be aware of what you’re getting into. I don’t have all the answers and I need you to understand that. I’m not perfect. I’m not. Not… what you probably think I am. But if you speak with your friends, and others who can build on what I’m telling you, and after everything you still want to come back, I promise you will have a place here, I promise that you can stay with me and that. That I’ll do my very best to show you the ropes and show you everything I have learned.” 

Ken appears deep in thought, tendering his hands fretfully, doesn’t speak for a moment. When the silence continues for minutes, you wonder if he’s given up entirely on speech. 

But then he finally announces, with a measure of confidence you’ve never seen before, “Okay. I will accept this ultimatum, (Y/N). I will go back to Barbieland and ask all the Kens and Barbies what they know about the real world. And when I come back, I can even ask Barbie what she thinks. If she thinks I can do it.”

There’s a tepid, unsure quiver to Ken’s voice when he says this, stumbling over his words like they weren’t ready to come out, not yet. “But you should know something about me, too.”

“What’s that?” You reply, stomach churning with a wistfulness, an aching that isn’t familiar. Might not even be yours to feel.

“When I come back, I want to see you smile. I want you to show me your neighborhood. And what Willa eats. There’s no way I could forget about her. Do you accept my terms?” Somehow you get the impression that Ken isn’t talking about your guinea pig – not entirely, not all the way.

“Yes. I accept. I promise.”

“Promise?” Ken sticks his thin, golden hand out to clutch onto yours, and like it’s burial rites or heartfelt wedding ceremony vows or something precariously in between, and you reach your hand out right back and shake on it. It's real now. Set in stone. Something Ken won’t soon forget. Would never back down on.

"Yes, Ken. Yes."

When he leaves your apartment, you’re reeling, basically unable to look at Willa, the tiny living thing Ken’s connected with so deeply. She sniffs at the air like she's missing something. It hurts. Pathetically, you find it difficult to open your laptop and answer another email. To pretend to be sociable. Capable.

Ken doesn't ask for the address to your apartment, doesn't ask for your phone number, your last name or anything. He seems to believe that he can find his way back to you on instinct and willpower alone.

You think of Ken asking you about bananas of all things. Caring so much about your wellbeing that he threw away your cigarette. An otherwise complete stranger, so blisteringly entrancing that it makes you numb.

Dejectedly, you curl up on your couch, inhaling the smell of Ken so present and dominant in your apartment, that fresh smell, and you bite your fist with a sharp gasp. Shutting your eyes with extreme force, you fight the tears that spill unceremoniously down your tired, tired face, confused and spun around from the inside out.

[xclowniex]

Antisemitic people are either frothing at the mouth with racist rage, the biggest hypocrites with no brain cells to be found, or in that lady's case a pathetic and hateful coward who cant even share a fucking grocery store aisle with a Jewish person. You have so much patience for dealing with these awful morons I don't know how you do it

Thank you <3

Sorry for sitting on this for like a couple of weeks, i got super busy and have neglected my inbox apart from the top two asks every couple of days lol.

I honestly much prefer those who just doen't really say or do anything. I do find it funny cause I did end up inconveniencing her as she had to wait to go down the aisle with da big scary jew

[blindmagdalena]

I’m sooooo excited for your new fic!!! I can read it until it’s all out - I’m a binger with no patience 🫣 How often do you think you’ll be posting chapters/parts? No rush of course. Just a curious impatient mind wanting to know lol.

you're so valid! i don't blame you, you have nooo idea how hard it is for me not to just post everything i have right away lol but i'm trying to avoid what happened with guilty pleasures where i lost steam and there was like a 3 month gap between the first two and last two chapters lol

i'm planning on a chapter every two weeks! but depending on how quickly i finish the last two chapters, i might bump that up to weekly. i'll have a lot more time to write in september, so hopefully you won't be waiting too long 🖤

[reapkusho]

kin analysis for @honeyedpearcrushh!

from Genshin Impact, you kin:

Sangonomiya Kokomi!

a list of traits you share...

◇ "creative, curious, emotionally intelligent". this aspect especially.

◇ you try hard to be reliable and don't like feeling useless. which is why you listen to others a lot more than you listen to yourself.

◇ -> which makes you a little bit of a hypocrite sometimes.

◇ orderly and lighthearted; you handle conflicts very well (at least outwardly).

◇ -> which makes you mostly a mediator!

◇ you're very pensive and reserved, although you emanate a sort of kindness all the time.

◇ you're quiet most of the time and stick with people who can fill that silence.

◇ perfectionist, overanalyzer, procrastinator - you get the whole damn combo.

◇ there's always thoughts running through your head, right?

◇ you probably think of a lot of new ideas and concepts but don't really take much time to implement them or put them into actions.

◇ but most of all, you want to be looked up to. you want to be someone who can be looked at as responsible even if you're on the more timid side.

◇ you're very mindful of people. you probably overthink others' actions a lot and have a tendency to excuse yourself too much.

◇ i think you should take a break from overthinking, pooks.

notes...

◇ (I am SO sorry this took like three weeks. thank you for your patience <3)

◇ you're the first one to get the new format of the kin analysis lol.

◇ I honestly took quite a bit figuring out who was most similar to you. in the end I needed someone both kind and detached but also a person people could look up to.

◇ i actually thought collei but i thought she was too.. gentle? or something. then ayaka. but kokomi really fit well.

◇ i hope you enjoyed :3 i'll wait for yours!

[genericpuff]

Alright, update on the tablet situation, I do NOT have good news but there are some silver linings.

First off, thank you all so much for your patience. That one week I took off to relax seemed to be an invitation for the universe to fuck with my shit because my tablet literally chose the worst time to get on my nerves ( This is totally not something I'm gonna bring up with my therapist as proof that I'm not allowed to rest /s) I've tried just about everything to get it working again, I got a replacement 3-in-1 cable and even that didn't do anything, so I've ordered in a new pen, but that's not due to show up for another week or two.

However, I do not want to wait a week or two on the off chance that a new pen even solves the problem.

So the GOOD NEWS in all this is that I do still have my iPad. It wasn't setup with Clip Studio Paint because I own a perpetual license for my PC, but seeing as how now I can't use it on my PC (at least not with my tablet pen) I've gone ahead and setup the mobile version on my tablet, thankfully I got a discount because I already own a perpetual license but it's still gonna cost me $10/month so that's yet another subscription to slap on the 'ole credit card.

Now that does mean I have to go through the painstaking efforts of moving everything from my PC onto my tablet, but thankfully that issue is easily solved with cloud backups and transferring. Really all I need to be able to do is draw, I can still do speech bubbles and text input and texture overlays and all that post-production stuff on my PC, but anything that requires actual drawing I'm gonna be using my iPad for. So please, don't mind if you notice some weird little art differences between Episode 30 and 29, I'm adjusting to a new workflow! It shouldn't be too bad because I'll still be using the exact same brushes and textures and all that fun stuff that I do on my PC, it just comes with the adjustment of drawing primarily on iPad, which I don't normally do (I usually only draw on my iPad for tattooing and that's in Procreate which I still suck at using outside of lineart LMAO)

This is a very stressful situation that I'm hoping will only be temporary until I get that new tablet pen, and if THAT doesn't solve the issue, then I'm gonna have to start shopping for a new tablet entirely, and that's not something I can do immediately because I'm already starting to struggle financially due to the slow season creeping in at work and I'm still paying off that new PC I put down on layaway (which I'm regretting already). All that said, if you want to help a pal out, please consider tossing a dollar or two at me on my Ko-Fi, it's all gonna go towards a new drawing tablet if I need it (and if the pen solves the issue, then you'll be helping me stay afloat so I can keep bringing you guys the good shit LOL)

What's wild is that in all my Google searching, I found a thread from two months ago with literally the EXACT same issue, under the exact same conditions, in which OP's tablet pen unexpectedly stopped registering with their Huion Kamvas 22 Plus that they had owned for two years. According to them, it did start working again, after resetting the PC and re-installing the driver over and over again, but I've already done that myself a ton of times and I'm tired of being let down and that doesn't seem like a "real" solution beyond luck, so I'm gonna take a break from doing that while I get my iPad set up. I have the sneaking suspicion this might have to do with some recent Windows updates that just rolled out, my PC had definitely gone through a couple leading up to the malfunction. This wouldn't be the first time Microsoft has fucked with my tablet functionality so I literally wouldn't be surprised if it was something like that. Either that, or the '2' in Kamvas 22 stands for "will only last for 2 years before stopping entirely" LOL

Anyways, that's all for now. Thank you all so much for your patience and understanding through all this. While I don't want to have to reduce the quality or frequency of what I put out for you guys due to technical issues, I also don't want the comic to stop entirely, so if this turns into one of those desperate situations where I'm delivering you guys episodes of Rekindled drawn on a Nintendo DS, so be it. I'm not gonna let this beat me.

[welcometololaland]

I know you're off line right now, so ignore this for as long as you want (or forever) - but you sent me such a lovely nice ask week ask, so I want to come into your inbox and ask one too.

I know you live in Australia, but you've traveled a lot in Europe - so my question is, what do you do on the flights? How do you keep yourself entertained and not twisted into a pretzel shape by the end of it?

hi lim! thank you for this 💜 what an interesting question! honestly, i'd love to know other people's theories on long-distance plane travel, because i feel like i'm no master.

that being said, melbourne to anywhere in europe requires a solid 12.5 hour flight and then usually another 6-8 hour one one on top of that, so i do have SOME travel tips. i think these are my best ones, but i'd be SO KEEN to hear others :)

if you're flying through any major airport (abu dhabi, dubai, singapore, doha, etc.) remember that they will make you do security again just before you go to your gate. this means it is imperative you do not fill up your water bottle in the airport unless you have time to drink it! i've been forced to down so many litres of water just to get my bottle on the plane (for some reason they never have taps near the gates?!).

sleep is your friend. personally, i don't bother with timezones, i just try and get as much of it as i can. i know this is controversial, as some people like to time their sleeping with their destination, but honestly i think sleeping on planes is patchy as it is so you may as well sleep when you're tired. there's an art to this too - i order an alcoholic drink with the first meal service (usually just after take-off), and use it to make me a little drowsy. during the post-meal coffee service, i forego any tea, coffee or sodas and have a cup of plain hot water. that usually lets me go to sleep as soon as the cabin lights go off. bring a sweater so you're warm enough, wear comfy clothes and warm socks and don't be afraid to ask for extra blankets if you need them - sometimes planes can be SUPER cold. also, use the free mask/earplugs they give you if you can (the earplugs do some weird sensory shit to me so i can't handle those, but the mask is usually great).

if you have any dietaries whatsoever, don't forget to order specific meals. this means you never miss out, even if you are asleep when the trolley comes around. you can always request it later. one time i forgot to put in meal requests on a 12.5 hour flight it was torture. i had to survive on apples.

always bring a charged laptop (preferably with a lot of fic or netflix shows pre-downloaded) and headphones. you can never guarantee what movies they're gonna have and honestly i find my own entertainment more worthwhile. books are a little dicey because if you're flying at night and they turn the cabin lights off, you don't wanna be that asshole turning the overhead light on while the person next to you is trying to sleep.

if you know your bladder sucks, PLEASE choose the aisle seat (that is me - aisle always).

if you're travelling with one other person and you're on an A380 or similar, there's usually an option to pick a seat right down the back of the plane with rows of 2 rather than 3. this changed my life when i discovered it. as long as you have the patience to wait 2223847 years to de-plane, it can be so handy because you never have a random between you and you can a) get better sleep and b) go to the bathroom whenever you want.

ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS carry baby wipes. You'll need them for your hands, when you spill something on yourself or (on the 12.5 hour flight) your underarms lol. Also, please for the love of god wear shoes in the bathroom.

during stopovers, try to find the most random bathroom available (good idea to go for a walk if you have the time), set up shop, and do a cleanse. brush your teeth, brush your hair, wash your face, apply some lip balm (plane environments are super drying, especially for that long). i always carry a small toiletries bag (making sure you're not carrying liquids over 100ml) in my carry on. it makes you feel SO much better. you can also do this when you get to your destination, just before you leave the airport (before/after baggage collection).

bring a phone cable. sounds stupid but the amount of times i have forgotten one...

travel as light as possible with carry on. my personal favourite is to have a backpack with my charger, laptop, a sweater/jumper and small toiletries bag, and then i also carry a fanny pack-type bag that can be shoved into the top of my backpack. the separate small bag is super handy walking around airports though because you can have your wallet, phone, boarding pass and passport on you at all times and really easily accessible. this hack will also save you SO MUCH TIME at security check. if you travel light, you'll find it so easy separating out your laptop and liquids at any check in.

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Hiiiii!!! Smut prompts: 13 and/or 11, Tangerine x reader???? Fem!reader if you want, but your writing is so good that I don't even care about the paring!!

Tangerine x fem!reader

Tags/warnings; suggestive language, fluff, drinking (it's only mentioned once and doesn't really go anywhere lol), lots of kissing

Prompt 13; A and B can barely wait until they get to their hotel room to start their honeymoon fun.

A/N: awwhh thank youu, thats so sweet!! Hope you like this & <3 Got another request for 13 by @mrsdanieljackson so decided to do that one :)

Your wedding had been a rather small gathering. Since Tangerine's only family was Lemon and you didn't have a lot of family either, there was no need for a big, extravagant wedding.

You had just invited your parents, who had only met Tangerine once or twice before. To your surprise he managed to behave himself fairly well on these occasions. But during the dinner you had with your parents and Lemon after the wedding there was none of that.

Since the moment you'd said 'I do' to each other he hadn't been able to keep his hands off of you, taking every opportunity he got to call you his wife. You couldn't deny that calling Tangerine your husband had a nice ring to it. In fact that was probably the understatement of the century, it only made you want him even more then before.

Considering the fact that Tangerine had the patience of a toddler you had to swat his hand away from under the table multiple times as he tried to get access from under your dress. He only smirked, while you tried not to kill him for trying to finger fuck you in front of your parents.

Dinner seemed to last forever but as you and Tangerine finally got away, you had an entire week for just the two of you. Tangerine had asked you if you wanted to go somewhere, travel the world or something like that, but you didn't care about the world, you only wanted to be with Tangerine. So he had booked the penthouse of the most expensive hotel in London. It had everything you needed so you didn't even have to leave if you didn't want to.

Both of you had your fair share of alcohol as you stumbled through the lobby of the hotel. How the two of you made it up to the hotel room in one piece was a mystery 'till this day. You almost fell out of the elevator, tripping over your wedding dress, when the door Tangerine had pressed you up against opened, your husband catching you just in time.

"S'my wife tryin' to get away from me already?" he teased as you were pulled flush against his chest.

"Never." you assured, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for another heated kiss. Your hands went to the back of his neck, slightly tugging at his hair. Tangerine whined into your mouth as his hands in response firmly squeezed your ass cheeks.

You carefully walked out of the elevator your lips never parting from each other. Once you reached the enormous double door, decorated with golden flowers, Tangerine wasted no time pressing you against it once more.

"Good, 'cause I'm never letting ya go." Tangerine kept on placing hungry kisses from your face down to your collarbone, no doubt leaving marks all over you.

While Tangerine was kissing you like his life depended on it, you tried to fish the keycard for the room out of his pocket. Emphasis on tried because every time one of your hands left his neck he placed it back.

"You gotta let go for a second though, baby, we need to unlock the door."

"Don't wanna."

"Tan, the keycard is in your pocket." you tried again.

"Mhm." he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

"I mean I did buy a new set of lingerie from that store you love so much, but your loss I guess." you shrugged.

That caught his attention. Tangerine hands almost immediately froze on your hips. He pulled his head away from where his lips were assaulting your neck and looked up at you with wide blown eyes. His hair was messy from where you'd pulled at it and his lips were swollen from all the kisses. A true sight for sore eyes.

Not even a second later he was off you, scrambling to find this stupid keycard. In this haste he dropped it on the floor at least twice before he finally unlocked the door.

Without giving you as much of a warning he scooped you up bridal style and carried you into the penthouse, immediately making his way to the huge queen-sized bed.

"Now, where were we?"