#I had to write u smth i had to i ha

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[dumbfucksystem]

thinking about mafia shen family au. the system is fucking around with shen qingqius life again and is like yk what if ur not gonna tell your husband anything about yourself then ill force you to. have fun! :D

sqq doesn’t even have the time to think 'wtfff??' before Everything Happens. shen yuan’s soul gets shoved back into his original body just moments before he dies. in this version of the au he was choking on food, so he gets the lovely experience of having his airflow blocked again! lucky for him, the system dragged binghe along for the ride so he is saved before he dies again.

this route for mafia au means that the shen family never had to grieve shen yuan. im not sure how the Family reacts to their a-yuan suddenly having a very strong and intimidating significant other (boyfriend? husband?!??? wdym he got married without telling us!?!?) all of a sudden. does shen yuan come out to his family?? no, but also yes, but also not really. they knew he wasn't straight this entire time, so its more like they are coming out to him instead of the other way around. god knows they have bigger skeletons in their closets, they don't care if a twink is in there too.

there is less angst here, and it mostly centers around the comedic factor of shen yuan showing binghe around his house only for them to "stumble upon" an entire closet filled with guns..!?! shen yuan is just standing there in complete horror as binghe grabs a whole ass ar-15!?!?? hes looking at him with the most innocent eyes asking him what this strange metal object is. jesus fucking christ. his white lotus is holding a gun and now he has to explain gun control policies while his brain is leaking out of his ears. he opens his mouth right before an alarm starts blaring everywhere. he’s saved by the bell! except not really, because now six members of his Family are surrounding them and pointing several guns at binghe!!!!! what the actual fuck is going on here!!!!!! this is not how the 'meet the parents' arc is supposed to go!!

[harbingersglory]

can i req some arlecchino kink headcanons? no pressure to answer! there's just a lack of new knave content lately ahhh.. (￣ヘ￣)

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, hc's, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

{☆} dacryphilia

arlecchino is a sucker for crying. doesn't matter if you cry easily or not– either she sees it as a challenge to make you cry in the first place or to see how much you can cry before you have to tap out. her absolute favorite way to make you cry is straight up overstimulating (or understimulating you, depending on her mood) until you're practically sobbing. if you cry prettily enough maybe she'll take pity on you.

{☆} temp play

arlecchino has a pyro vision and she is absolutely going to use it. especially prominent if you're both in snezhnaya– it provides prime opportunities for her to slip her hands under your clothes when you least expect it just to see you squirm beneath her hands. she'd never actually do anything too scandalous in public, but if you're a bit more hidden away she'll have no qualms playing with your chest. if you complain about the cold you're just giving her an excuse to "warm you up" and see you tremble like a lamb.

{☆} face sitting

nothing prettier to her then seeing you above her with her face between your legs. her tongue is just as warm as any other part of her, and she knows how to use it, too. she'll hook her arms around your thighs just to hold you down until you've doubled over from the intensity of it– if you start crying, oh, she just gets worse. absolutely ravenous. she won't stop even if her jaw starts to ache. if you don't want her to stop, she could go for hours without a break.

[lansangprincess]

curious question for all my payneland lovers: how do you want Charles' love awakening to go about?

in a way, there isn't anything (ex. homophobia, a current partner, etc) stopping him from falling for Edwin (that we know of) so what would it take for Charles to suddenly realize he has feelings for Edwin that makes more sense than Edwin's confession being the trigger?

[lifesver]

i watched a couple videos about queerness and horror and it's like, all stuff i've definitely parsed and thought about before-- how differently i and other queer people connect to horror media. anyway i was thinking about wewand as i do and it is important to me that my interpretation/reading of him is inherently queer.

in general theming, something that interests a lot of us about horror is that like... portrayal/understanding of being Othered, the fear of not being accepted, the discomfort and sometimes horror regarding your own body. i do write leland with a lot of insecurity and like, the shame/fear of not being accepted is a theme that lances through most of his actions and most of his dialogue, both inner and outer. he has the image projected onto him that he tries and tries his hardest to fit into, and it never works. it pushes away anything genuine in his life and it's a lesson that he learns when he meets the friend group in college. and it runs so deep with him for a while that he's not even aware he's masking it in his day to day.

and re: queerness, gender, sexuality, a big part of leland's insecurity also falls into this category. it's, you know, A Big Thing that makes him different that he doesn't want to look at too hard, but something he finds acceptance with in our portrayal of the friend group, etc. it's the fact that in this portrayal we share, the friendgroup IS queer. they represent that same thing to me that i felt when i first found my acceptance with other queer friends in college. it's a very specific thing but the general theme of acceptance that we portray the friend group with, whether it's about personal insecurities, real fears, or passions, or being your truest self-- is so important to me. bc that is so queercoded in itself, isn't it?

leland, who was raised with several sisters in my particular portrayal, a mother that encourages and nurtures his sensitivity/less 'masculine' traits, but a father that really tries to keep him in line with toxic masculinity bullshit on all fronts, manifests pretty seriously into inner conflict that informs a lot of his actions. for leland, it manifests in putting himself into a box of what the 'golden boy' should be, ur average image of a hypermasc jock with the pretty girlfriend on his arm, very normal, very liked by everyone, not weird or strange or Different. versus what we actually see from leland. just in the way he talks, the way he dresses, where it doesn't rly read Standard Jock, to me.

i think of his gender expression as something that will try to come out in repressed, but still meaningful ways. he won't cut his hair, even though his dad hassles him about Looking Like A Girl. he wears outfits with pretty flowery designs, he cares how he looks, he's Prettyboy. and regardless of how he tries to jump to meet expectations, esp of his father (and just, everyone ever really), he is still, at his core, that soft-hearted emotional compassionate person. he has that bleeding heart that he can't put away.

without directly touching on like... the inherent... fearmongering of the 70's in many regards re: queerness, it was a scary time to be out. it still is. so it's just... idk it's important to me that leland is bisexual and has those pieces of gender expression as well, and it's important to me that the friend group is this safe place for each other, even amidst what is absolutely a horror tragedy story. you know? like there's enough pain, enough going against them in this story. idk where i was going with this really but i was just thinking about how ig my own queerness informs my writing and why horror is a genre that interests me. and sort of just another of my nonsense rants about how important a sense of empathy is to me in writing within it.

[puppyeared]

i feel shy talking here when i dont have anything worth sharing but i cant help feeling like ive said things in the tags that could be brought up in court

[merwynpersonalhub]

i had a vision. (also ik he doesnt have eyes i wanted to be funny *scampers*)

[astrxealis]

sorry to ffxivlovepost always anyway Man the way the devs & game did so good in making an mc that is Basically a blank-slate for the players, and there's so many opportunities to make your oc However you like but. the game itself adds so much story and character to that blank-slate guy. amazing

[mekatrio]

hate these kind of posts sm

[termagax]

i dont knowwwwwwwwwww i just. my thing is that i think the changelings could have an interesting place in the narrative given jims whole conflict is about trying to navigate his place in two worlds neither of which he completely fits in but both of which he needs to be his complete and authentic self. but they shoot themselves in the foot by making strickler the main one and they get sooooo close to doing this with nomura before getting bored and doing it again but worse with strickler. so in my mind i think this is why i was so set on addy being a changeling because i want her to fill that narrative role of someone who's ACTUALLY chill about this dichotomy and who really loves this part of herself without the baggage inherent to nomnoms situation (not acknowledging strickler he did most of that to himself). i just think he needs someone who can show him that its actually genuinely very possible to have both halves of his heart especially post-potion. but man. you cant really get there without dancing around the janus order stuff. and i know if she was real it would just be a cheap lampshade like "welllll shes a polymorph so. no familiar no problem" but that opens up a can of worms that i feel responsible for. and just in general the entire thing has so much baggage. i wish this show was GOOD.

[villainsidestep]

fawniel thoughts hour….

[quags1re]

Another completely unique anon! Godspeed truly is the fic of all time. I am currently half way through my like 50th re-read and I truly love the way everything is written. Especially Byleth & Jeralt, Byleth & Sothis, and Sothis & Jeralt.

u all are always so sweet to me

did u know ive never reread godspeed? this comment actually inspired me to do so. at least the last half of it anyway

thank u my anonymous friend. have a good day

[sochilll]

🌀 and ❄️ and also ☔ for the wip ask<3

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

Ok I’m not good at actual summaries but I have one that’s like half written about Jared and Evan post canon and Evan unwittingly gets a job at the ice cream shop that Jared has worked at for like 3 years (making Jared his boss). Silly goofy ice cream shenanigans ensue ofc also Jared is still capital a Angry so angst also ensues

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

Back on my kleinsen exes bullshit:

Jared went pale. He swallowed and motioned to the guy. “Evan, this is Francis. Francis, this is Evan, we’re old friends.”

Old friends. That’s what Evan was reduced to. Their whole relationship, everything they were to each other, whittled down to “old friends.”

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have a like 13 Going on 30 esque fic in my head where Evan and Jared are in a huge fight and then Evan suddenly finds himself a few years into a future where he and Jared are happily dating and he’s trying to decide if he even wants to go back to his own time (also 13 Going on 30 rules that like he is also in his older body and such) but there’s just too much to work out and so many holes that I feel like I will never get to it lmao

WIP asks!

[t4tbedehopmar]

hello tumblr *flops over and dies*

[werewolfetone]

Lying on my bed giggling kicking my legs thinking abt the changes I just made to my oc lore

[byanyan]

today I'm thinking about how possessive byan is of their belongings. like, to the point of being extremely wary of letting someone else hold something just to get a closer look. or clutching their bag against themself when you offer to hang it up for them. they grew up with very little to their name and with little to no security on the few things they did have, and it fuckin shows. they have had caretakers of all sorts throw items of theirs away, sometimes without telling them and often without explaining why, and have straight up lost everything but what they could fit into a backpack in at least one instance after getting kicked out of a foster home. they do not trust anyone with their things and will fight tooth and nail to keep what they have. they've been known to get violent over even perceived threats, and have definitely punched people in the gut for trying to help by picking up something they've dropped.