#I have a concept of a scene I wanna write or these three but I be scared… DX

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🧪 Character Arcs 101: what they are, what they aren’t, and how to make them hurt

by rin t. (resident chaos scribe of thewriteadviceforwriters)

Okay so here’s the thing. You can give me all the pretty pinterest moodboards and soft trauma playlists in the world, but if your character doesn’t change, I will send them back to the factory.

Let’s talk about character arcs. Not vibes. Not tragic backstory flavoring. Actual. Arcs. (It hurts but we’ll get through it together.)

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💡 what a character arc IS:

a transformational journey (keyword: transformation)

the internal response to external pressure (aka plot consequences)

a shift in worldview, behavior, belief, self-concept

the emotional architecture of your story

the reason we care

💥 what a character arc is NOT:

a sad monologue halfway through act 2

a single cool scene where they yell or cry

a moral they magically learn by the end

a “development” label slapped on a flatline

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✨ THE 3 BASIC FLAVORS OF ARC (and how to emotionally damage your characters accordingly):

Positive Arc They start with a flaw, false belief, or fear that limits them. Through the events of the story (and many Ls), they confront that internal lie, grow, and emerge changed. Hurt factor: Drag them through the mud. Make them fight to believe in themselves. Break their trust, make them doubt. Let them earn their ending.

Negative Arc They begin whole(ish) and devolve. They fail to overcome their flaw or false belief. This arc ends in ruin, corruption, or defeat. Hurt factor: Let them almost have a chance. Build hope. Then show how they sabotage it, or how the world takes it anyway. Twist the knife.

Flat/Static Arc They don’t change, but the world around them does. They hold onto a core truth, and it’s their constancy that drives change in others. Think: mentor, revolutionary, or truth-teller type. Hurt factor: Make the world push back. Make their values cost them something. The tension comes from holding steady in chaos.

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🎯 how to build an arc that actually HITS (no ✨soft lessons✨, just internal structure):

Lie they believe: What false thing do they think about themselves or the world? (“I’m unlovable.” “Power = safety.” “I’m only valuable if I’m useful.”)

Want vs. need: What do they think they want? What do they actually need to grow?

Wound/backstory scar: What made them like this? You don’t need a tragic past™ but you do need cause and effect.

Turning point: What moment forces them to question their worldview? What event cracks the surface?

Moment of choice: Do they change? Or not? What decision seals their arc?

🧪 Pro tip: this is not a worksheet. This is scaffolding. The arc lives in the story, not just your doc notes. The lie isn’t revealed in a monologue, it’s felt through consequences, relationships, mistakes.

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🛠️ things to actually do with this:

Write scenes where the character’s flaw messes things up. Like, they lose something. A person. A plan. Their cool. Make the flaw hurt.

Track their beliefs like a timeline. How do they start? What chips away at it? When does the shift stick?

Use relationships as arc mirrors. Who challenges them? Enables them? Forces reflection? Internal change is almost never solo.

Revisit the lie. Circle back to it at least three times in escalating intensity. Reminder > confrontation > transformation.

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🌊 bonus pain level: REVERSE THE ARC

Wanna make it really hurt? Set them up for one arc, and give them the opposite. They think they’re growing into a better person. But actually, they’re losing themselves. They think they’re spiraling. But they’re really healing. Let them be surprised. Let the reader be surprised.

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TL;DR: If your plot is a skeleton, your character arc is the nervous system.

The change is the thing. Don’t just dress it up in trauma. Don’t let your character learn nothing. Make them face themselves. And yeah. Make it hurt a little. (Or a lot. I won’t stop you.)

—rin t. // thewriteadviceforwriters // plotting pain professionally since forever

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

[eashgirl]

Elita ships! Especially tf one Elita,Explain the appeal I don't know how random or controversial I wanna hear them out.

Huh?Is this about that brief mention in my StarWaveWave post. But ok I don't mind she's my recent favourite so I geniunely don't think there's a single "bad" ship/bad as in a ship I don't like on some level atleast. Because more love for her right?

Oplita is my favourite ship for her though because they're the couple ever since g1, I like the mutual trust they have for eachother and their varying differences in leadership, in tf one there's kind of a clash between her pragmatism and his idealism and I find that really interesting. If we do get a sequel their relationship could be explored a lot more from building the Autobot faction and learning to trust one another more, Earthspark and Tf One may have my favourite dynamics between them ngl, Skybound has the angsty part of her wanting to protect their planet and Optimus wanting to protect Earth and this putting them at odds. It's just a classic like MegOp, they could geniunely uplift eachother in a healthy way, also it kind of felt like Orion was hitting on her during the mining scene low-key.

While my friend and I were joking about it we did come up with other random ships I actually find quite interesting/funny.

Megalita/Deelita

I ship MegOpLita so it's pretty much a given that I would like this ship too, I think they might have gotten along better than Elita with Orion at the beginning since D-16 was the one who typically stayed out of trouble, their conversation in WFC trilogy was also a bit of the reason why I think it's an interesting ship he tried to convince her if she was a better leader than Optimus he'd consider joining her side and she said he'd never even make the team. Earthspark has the three of them be like an old married couple and that's kinda cute whether you ship them as friends or not. Because to me shipping isn't just about saying I want certain charecters to kiss.

ChromeLita.

I think Chromia was like her right hand bot in G1 alongside Moonracer and Firestar, they haven't interacted much ever since G1 but I think it's still kinda adorable, there could definitely be a layer of mutual trust and understanding, they've been comrades for a while so I think it's a good ship, underrated tho, I might write a fic for them someday.

Shocklita

I have actually shipped them quite a while before Tf One came out, because of Shockwave's reaction to Elita and her army in g1, just the mere notion of female Autobots being alive was enough for him to short circuit, that and the idea Elita and Shockwave were the higher ranking officers stationed/left on Cybertron so the enmity/rivalry could be either appealing for it's toxicity or just for funsies. Shockwave is really only shippable for me depending on which version of him we are talking about really. Her punching him into submission in TFO was funny and I think that relationship could be kinda cute in concept even if I don't see it happening. The fun thing about ships is who cares about canon just do what makes you happy, ships like these I don't really want it to be canon I like living in my own bubble. I think they might get along over being the ones being stressed with the things their companions get into all the time.

StarLita

Honestly there is literally no reason for me to ship this besides the fact they are my favourite characters,and for comedic purposes I read a surprisingly good fic about this so I find the concept funny, they're both second in commands, and have opposite personalities, it she can snap Shockwave out of his delusions she can do the same to Starscream they'd hate eachother lol but I can kind of see him finding her the most tolerable(as if he has much room to speak)out of the quartret. But it's still a funny ship, and also weirdly underrated they have interacted I think in several continuities,another guilty pairing I may write a fic for someday. The rivals appeal is there. Plus I low-key feel like headstrong people he can argue with are his type ngl since besides Skystar(in which case I think Skyfire being dedicated to his beliefs over him is the reason why he started to hate him) every single one of his other ships include that dynamic, but tbh I kind of like them having a more sibling like/platonic dynamic in my AU. Staroplita on the other hand.... I do like it😉.

Arceelita

I have no idea why I ship this besides me seeing a cute fanart of Arcee fangirling over Elita and looking up to her. It's overall just sweet. Elita would love having someone look up to her, and I think given her nature of overworking herself she may actually benefit from having people like Orion/Optimus and Arcee in her life to help her loosen up.

AirLita could be appealing to some people too but it's not really something I ship tbh, most Airachnid ships don't really sit well with me as much as I love her,Sentirachnid is the rare exception because it's freak x freak.

Her and Slipstream could be cute too, I ship this purely because of the TFA Blackarachnia/Slipstream ship.

You asked for random ships you got it. I ship her with a lot of people like my other favourites, but I have a special place in my heart for Oplita and recently Shocklita too, I just want Elita to get more love, she deserves it. And part of that means just like any other charecter she deserves her fair share of random ships.

[winterhawkkisses]

I am the "what WIP would you finish in a blink if you could" anon and THAT was the WIP I was thinking of when I asked the question! It lives in my head even though I think you only posted the concept, or maybe even a snippet? (This is the one where barely-literate Clint saw something about reading to dogs and didn't realize it was a program for kids, right?)

It is!

I mean, I'm pretty sure that's the only one of any significance I really shared - the Victorian-ish murder mystery one has only been seen by a couple of people, I think.

The dog reading WIP is 15 pages long, and has been 15 pages long since 2023. I love it deeply, and every time I open it I feel claustrophobic because of how far it is from what is in my head, and how far it is from done, and I re-read the half-finished sentence at the end and scowl and close it again.

Possibly I should delete that whole scene and start again from a bit that worked, but it's like there's this superstition in my head that if I remove words they'll never be replaced.

I have yet to find a way to be normal around writing. I'm hoping when I'm not living out of one room I can dedicate some space to it, physically and mentally, and actually look at building a habit that will work to squeeze some words out of me (blood, stone) but right now there are so many steps involved in writing - tidying, switching around laptops, opening different documents and trying to squeeze them on one screen - that by the time I'm ready to go the urge has gone.

Anyway, here's Wonderwall a snippet because it delights me that you still remember this thing:

It was a week of little disasters. 

He spilled his coffee all over himself three mornings in a row, one of the dogs chewed up his Crocs, a fox got into the neighbour's chickens and she called him over to help get rid of the evidence before her kids woke up. Mice dug their way inside one of the bins out back of the shelter and he had to toss a bunch of the food. 

Nothing big, nothing catastrophic, but sure as hell enough to get under his skin; it didn't help that he felt like his head was tugged up by strings every time the door buzzed, always letting in someone who wasn't Clint. 

By Friday he had a nettle-stung temper and a glower to match, perched on a tall stool behind the counter and hunched over the keyboard of the ancient desktop computer like a gargoyle. Steve had promised him Starbucks going on an hour ago, but Bucky was betting he'd got himself caught up talking to Sam, new at the station and apparently something like the second coming. Undercaffeinated, overtired and tortured by goddamn accounts, Bucky was pretty sure he couldn't be held accountable for snarling when the door buzzed open again. 

"...I could come back?" 

Bucky jerked upright, shoving his hair out of his face, and almost fell, grabbing the counter just before the stool tipped off the two legs he'd been balancing it on. Clint was standing in the doorway, blocking out most of the early afternoon sun, silhouetted and somehow still sheepish against the light. 

"Shit," said Bucky. "Hey." 

Clint lifted a hand, half-hearted, and when he edged forward enough for Bucky to actually get a look at his face he was frowning. 

"Is this a bad time?" 

"This is a bad day," Bucky said, and stabbed viciously at the keyboard to get the damned screen to lock. "At the end of a shitty week, and I'm just about ready to run away to the - hey, is the circus hiring?" 

There was a flicker across Clint's expression - a moment of something unpleasant twisting his mouth. 

"You wouldn't like it," was all he said. 

He was dressed much the same as he had been the other day, although the Carson's shirt had been switched out for a threadbare white one with a purple target dead centre. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, and Bucky felt his mouth easing into a smile as he watched him. 

"You wanna meet the dogs?"

There was a chorus of barking as Bucky pushed open the door, and Clint grinned like Bucky was offering him the world on a plate. The back room was large and divided up with chicken wire and picket fences, and it looked a little more like a kindergarten than a dog shelter, chewed plastic toys and playground equipment offering plenty in the way of entertainment. 

"There's a pool outside," Bucky told Clint, who was looking like a kid at a toy store window, looking like he was used to being told that he's not allowed to touch. Bucky leaned over and grabbed Priscilla by the scruff of her neck, her tiny paws scrabbling until he deposited her into Clint's arms. "Plus a whole bunch of tunnels, a jungle gym. We back up onto the woods so volunteers can take them walking, and we're organising a rota for local schools to come in for reading." 

"It's amazing," Clint said, Priscilla closing her eyes in bliss as he scratched behind her ears and under her chin, his big hand dwarfing her but still impossibly gentle. Bucky cleared his throat. 

[serxinns]

Yandere Big 3 version reaction of you wearing revealing clothing

I know this is my 3rd time writing something out of @lets-get-kraken-boys fics but I just can't help it! (Well if she gets uncomfortable with it then yea

DISCLAIMER!!: This idea and concept is NOT MINE was inspired by this fic by @lets-get-kraken-boys please go read their work 1st for context!

Now just like Yan class 1a, they know exactly EVERYTHING about you to the day you brush your teeth or when you go to this exact cafe or store! These 3 know it all so when they saw your skirt riding up hair looking more gorgeous than ever your cleavage/pecs showing oh boy oh boy they were in it for a ride

Mirio was beaming red smiling uncontrollably tamaki was covering his face all red and muttering stuff while Neijire was squealing jumping up and down in delight while holding mirio's hand while he stood there

• Mirio was a blushing mess was red as a tomato, sweat all over his face whenever he tried to talk to you he cleared his throat tried he kept his composer he did! but your skin looks just so soft he imagines him just touching it gently caressing it against his hands he just wanted to squeeze and touch those soft pecs/cleavage while being wrapped around in those thighs! Whenever you tried to ask him about his behaviors he talked very fast to the point you could barely comprehend "What me? Nervous ahahahimfinejustfinenothingtobeworriedaboutactuallyjustfinejusthappymiriohere!" That was when you reached up to him the two of you were face to face he can clearly see your chest now your delicate hand was now on his forehead!?!?, Yep you done it, you broke him a good job! Now his face is red like a tomato hes talkijg fast again to the point you couldn't understand him, When Izuku told him you changed he didn't think this no wonder why he was flustered when he saw him! You look like an absolute god/Goddess! " you're gonna be hearing a lot of corny jokes and compliments from him and Neijire for the rest of the day

•Tamaki was just panicking a whole messing his mind was swirling all around with questions like "What are you wearing?!" "Are you trying to tease him" "Do you just love torturing him" he wanted to say how beautiful no.. how drop-dead GORGEOUS his flower is but all that came out were mutters and stuttering, he kept avoiding trying to look at your precious pecs/ cleavage just looking at them making him imagine him wanting to stuff his face in them all day while you wrapped your arms around him...which made him almost fainting having to lean onto mirio in case he had to faint, his sudden behavior which made you nervous a bit, and whenever you told him what's wrong he immediately panicked but Mirio managed to calm despise him being a blushing mess while neijire squealing, pinching your, cheeks and offering you to take pictures with her when he finally comes to his senses and calm, mirio then explained how he was just overwhelmed about how good you looked and he didn't wanna hurt your feelings at all! He did manage to say that you looked beautiful

Neijire was like a hyper-happy dog ready to pounce she's just devouring how Hot your outfit looks! Oops..did she say that out loud neijire is just GUSHING over you squishing your cheeks and praising you over and over again how Amazing you look! She started begging you to let her pick out the outfits for you she started to imagine you in various styles! Goth, scene,gyaru you would look good in everything! Her cheeks start to flush up just imagining you in cute stockings in a skirt or even big long boots and a suit and tie she's like you were a fashion idol and she was your number one fan! She just wanted to cuddle in your marvelousness and forget the day away or imagine herself in those cheesy romance mangas she reads! She tried to calm, down remembering not to scare her cute little lovebug

But that's when the three realized a bunch of students started staring at those parts as well blushing and some even drooling safe to say they were pissed the fuck off how DARE these nasty disgusting perverts to look at you in such a filthy way!?, Mirio took off his uniform jacket and put it on you and if you had a skirt neijire would wrap it around your legs and thighs and quickly escort you out the hallway while the 3 of them glared daggers at them if they ever took a single glance at you

That's when they all questioned about your sudden appearance were you late to school and you came out like that? They were starting to get nervous but that was when you started wearing these types of stuff frequently and started to change your hair a bit when mirio one day decided to ask you about this change you explained how you were tried looking like an introvert and wanted to express yourself! To try and look different thru quickly assured you that you looked beautiful in any way and they'll be right on your side supporting you

So not only you got your classmates drooling all over you but your senpais too!

Neijire would plan a shopping hangout for the 4 of you your classmates tried to join for themselves but got denied every time "Hey can I come with-" "Sorry this is a senpai-only trip! "They Let you pick any outfit you're comfortable with! And perform a mini fashion show!

They loved you just the way you are if you wanted to wear something less revealing their love for you never changes! Any outfit looks absolutely amazing on you!

[ma3mae]

I really want knight tecchou pt 2 that I've been looking at your profile constantly since it was posted praying for it to have many interactions, I really loved it :(

Frail Beginnings

Summary: "Tomorrow" was supposed to be the promised day and yet that rumored Tyrant of an Emperor had managed to put a halt to your plans. Refusing to let your resolve waver at the thought of meeting him, you`d continue to march forward but for how long?

Genre: sweet sweet drama, tetchou and reader being hopelessly in love, maybe some jokes here n there, tehee

Warnings: incoming toothrotting nsfw scene lmao so mdni 🤩 also this got political damn fast skks, maybe a bit ooc tetchou but hes just in love ok, hint of possessive tetchou! mentions ( or them legit doing it) of bj , fingering, short cunnilingus scene 😮‍💨tetchou begging bc yes, its just pure rly romantic smut heehe

Word count: 10k ( idk how i did that lolol)

A/N: im back after 2 years WHAT ?? This might not have gotten as much recognition as my other works but I was so in love with it that I just had to write a part 2 🤩this was sitting in my drafts for too long, m sorry guys omg 👹 also blame my exams rn, i dont wanna study 😭😭🗿 emperor dazai doesnt appear in person but he gets mentioned a lot so i decided to put him in the title too :(( hell be there in the next chapter ,guys. hope you`ll have fun reading this <3

previous Chapter

Knight! Tetchou x Reader x Emperor! Dazai

"Tomorrow"

"Tomorrow"

Tomorrow, my ass!

You begrudgingly thought as you flipped through the 100th page of this month's most popular dress designs while chewing on a cookie as three tailors anxiously waited for your final choice.

One of the tailors flinched at your glare at him, the reason for their presence only etching the frown deeper onto your face.

It`s all that stupid Emperor`s fault!

Remembering the content of the torn letter abandoned on your study`s desk, you huffed out a sigh as you pointed at a design of your choice, the tailors let out a breath of relief as they hurried to bring out one of the designs out of the dressing room.

"All the dresses we`ve brought are mere concepts and can be improved upon by any choices of your preferences, Your Imperial Highness."

"The term" Princess" itself will suffice."

One of them let out a tiny shriek at your statement, the tailor with the signature Emblem of a Crow on one of his buttons, was shaking his head furiously.

Baffled by your blatant request, he spoke.

"B-But Your Highness, the Emperor had requested that we must refer to you only with a title befitting of your status and that we treat you with utmo-"

"Ugh, yes. With utmost respect, I suppose?`"

Flinching at the loud shut of the book in your hands, you gently set it aside onto the table infront of you.

"Your dear Emperor had disrespected not only me but this entire Empire by abprubtly declaring his wis- Wait, actually more like demand, that we hold a banquet to "commerate" our engagement. If his army wouldn`t exceed in size in comparison to ours, then we would have tried to get his head for that but oh well."

Not wanting to indulge too far into your not-so-well hidden distaste infront of his own people (not like it was far too late for that) you tried to distract yourself from such annoying thoughts as your fingers grazed over the meticulously crafted design of the book`s cover.

"Clearly shows us how power can win at the end of the day. Isn`t that right, Karl?" you sighed out, looking straight into the poor tailors eyes, unwillingly letting the dwelling frustration in your chest put words in your mouth.

Karl, one of that man`s most competent tailors, gulped at your question, desperately trying to ignore your sharp gaze at him.

Where was "the kindhearted and generous" part the Emperor had told us about when we would be facing the princess??

"W-Well I think tha-"

Sigh

Shoulders tightening at the soud of your seemingly exasperated sigh, he let his eyes stick to the floor like glue, not wanting to risk getting on your bad side.

Unbeknownst to him, you were just simply and utterly exhausted by this whole ordeal already.

"It's alright. You dont need to put your life on the line just to answer a silly question of mine. "

Trying to ease the tension with a lighthearted joke, you had to supress a groan at your own stupidity as you took notice of his evidently avoidant stance, prefering to look at the floor than atleast an inch of your heel.

Maybe hell tell his Emperor that I am of short temper? Heh, wouldnt be too bad.

Entertaining yourself with funny delusions, you decided to put your focus on atleast getting out of this session which that had been extended for far too long to your liking.

"Just show me the dress and let's get this over with before one of you might collapse from exhaustion. We wouldn't want the Emperor's most competent tailors to tell him that we`ve been working you to the bone, so I`ll give you this."

You beckoned your finger at Clara.

The three tailors let their eyes linger on her figure, following her movements as she went over to a cabin on her right, opening it and seemingly taking something out of it.

Their eyes widened as they caught side of the golden emblem of the chest, their fingerstips slightly trembling at the uneasiness that filled their heads.

Only one question formed itself in their thoughts.

What kind of torture might befall onto us now?!

Yet that uneasiness was slowly morphed into disbelief and confusion as Clara stopped to stand next to you, slowly opening the chest to reveal it`s contents.

"Is that a-?!"

"But Your Highn-?!"

"We possibly couldn`t-?!"

A sharp silence filled the air as you held up your palm infront of them, halting their pleads to stop you from giving them each a sack full of gold.

Letting you eyes glance at Clara to your side, you gave a her a curt nod as you picked one of the gold sacks out of the chest.

The rattling of the coins let a clump form in their throats, forcing them to try and gulp the nervousness down as you seemed to be assessing the item in your hand, feeling the weight of it as you let your hand lightly shake it.

"This might be what? A year full of your earnings?"

No one let out a word.

"Hmm, possibly yes? Yet I told you."

Holding your other hand out, you beckoned them to open their palms, another sigh escaping your lips as a tiny voice in your head wished, it would be as easy to handle the mere presence of their "Employer" as you handled his tailors.

Mere fantasy

Whispered the voice in your head as you let each of the three sacks fall into their hands.

As expected

The corners of your lips tilted upwards as you gazed at their baffled faces, their eyes trembling as they had gazed at you in not so contained excitement.

"I'll make you work but not to the bone. You'll be rewarded graciously as befitting of this house standards since you may be employees of his land. Yet you should remember, that you are also considered esteemed guests and shall be given the right payment."

Easing the tension further, you let a smile grace your lips at them.

"I have to sadly praise your Emperor for atleast having a keen eye when it comes to high achieving members of society."

That`s very blunt?!

Thought the three of them and yet their hearts couldn`t betray the giddiness inside of them as they let the weight of the gold fill their minds.

"Spend it for whatever you want. Family, food, your housings or any other selfish reason. It is yours after all."

Turning your head to your side, you first gazed at the chest then at Clara, lastly nodding at her as she had seemed to have understood the meaning.

Watching Clara turn away to put the chest back into the cabin , you took one last look at the three tailors.

" I shall dismiss you for the day since this must have been quite tiring for you. I shall depart for a break as well."

A quick bend in the knees for a curtesy, you let your feet take you to the table decorated with ready made snacks for your tea time at the far right of the room, a window perfectly displayed on it`s wall to gaze out of it and onto the garden.

The tailors could merely blink at your sudden change in behavior as your lady in waiting stepped infront of them, blocking you entirely out of their sight.

"The princess wishes to take a break. You may use your earnings as however you`d like as she had told you. We will notify you later during the day about the prefered changes of the dress. Sir Suehiro will accompany you while a maid will show you the way to your rooms for the upcoming days."

The clinking of a tea cup being set onto a plate echoed through the room.

"Clara, you may choose Sir Michizou to accompany them. I`d like for Sir Suehiro to stay here at his rightful place as my appointed knight after all." You stated as you took a bite of one of the many cookies infront of you.

Clara merely shook her head at your statement, a sigh leaving her a she slightly bowed her head.

"As you wish, Princess."

Said knight had been guarding outside the door with Tetchou, having heard tiny bits of the conversation.

"Damn, Tetchou. I keep forgetting how much guts the princess has for just constantly badmouthing the Emperor."

He couldn`t help let out a low chuckle at his own words, Tetchou also not resisting the quirk up of his lips at that.

"I know. She's funny."

Cackling at his friend`s blatant statement, he coughed into his hand as the door opened, the glare of the lady in waiting not going unnoticed.

Straightening their backs as the tailors came into their view, they nodded in acknowledgement at them as Clara spoke.

"Sir Michizou, could you please accompany them to their chambers? Just follow this maid and then you can return to your post afterwards."

Shooting her a quick glare at the barely hidden but more than annoying small smirk at him, he supressed a sigh as he nodded.

"Understood."

Nodding her head at one of the maids in the room, one of them stepped forward, hands crumbling the skirt tightly as she hastily made her way towards them before giving the guests a quick bow.

"F-Follow me, please..."

Sarah, the newest maid, hurriedly squeezed her way through the door as she quickly made her way down the wall, the tailors and the knight trying to match her quick tempo.

Deadpanning at her nervous form, Clara turned her full body towards Tetchou, him tilting his head at his stare.

"Does the Princess demand for my Presence?"

Shooing all of the maids out of the room, she closed the door behind them as she sat down onto the couch while Tetchou made his way towards you.

"Clara, you don`t wish to join me for a nice up of tea and enjoy these delicious snacks with us?"

Snatching a cookie from your plate as she proceeded to let her body flop onto the couch, laying on her back as she flipped through the book.

"No. I refuse to spend my time with any of you sick lovebirds. Don't even know how you're gonna manage that while being the Emperor's fiance. "

You watched her movements in amusement as she proceeded to sit up, letting her side lean and putting her arm onto the back of the couch, hand pressing against her cheek as she leaned into it.

"Also why didn`t you choose the other dress? It looks more flattering than the other one." Raising an eyebrow at her sudden question, you decided to be silent, knowing there would be more to come out of her mouth.

As expected, she accusingly pointed a finger at you.

"Also stop calling me by that wretched name when were alone. You seem to be enjoying teasing me a bit too much these days." A deadpan expression carried her actions, as you couldnt help but stifle a chuckle, all while you dismissinlgy waved a hand at her.

"Alright, alright. Sorry, Y-o-s-a-n-o."

"Ugh, kids these days."

Not bothering to supress her groan, she flopped down onto her back, admiring the carefully crafted different shapes which decorated the ceiling, tirelessly trying to ignore the lovesick atmosphere forming not far from her presence.

Tetchou`s eyes had never left your form since you had summoned him to join you, engrossed in the way your eyes would crinkle in amusement whenever you and your lady in waiting interacted privately.

"Also, may I ask why you suddenly had the urge to act like the "kind" and "generous" princess you are supposed to be? Gifting them sacks of pure gold coins?"

Letting a smirk slip onto your lips, you took a sip of your tea.

" Well, just see it as a way of poking at him for putting a halt to my plans."

She knew you couldn`t see her yet still shook her head as a smile made its way onto her lips, your playful side never failing to make things interesting for her.

"Well, atleast you've got yourself some good tailors on your side. Fairly better than the one's your dear mother had hired some time ago."

"Indeed, I have." You spoke as you sipped at your tea, glancing at your beloved knight still standing next to you, feeling the twinkle in his eyes even when you`d close yours.

"Tetchou."

Even after many years, the sound of his name falling out of your lips never failed to make his heart soar higher for you, always enticing him in wanting to hear more of it.

Your sweet voice, the way your hair would fall into your face whenever you~d let your gaze trace his features while letting your fingersd smooth through his barely tamed hair as he`d make himself comfortable on your lap.

The way your eyes would glisten like the morning sun and fill with him with energy to continue through the day.

His favorite was hearing his name through whines and mewls as he`d feel your nails dig further and further into his back, laboured breath leaving your enticing lips, swollen from all the kisses you had given him as you plead for him to go faster, teary eyes blinking at him as he feels you get tighter and tighter until h-

"Yes, Princess?"

Blinking at the sudden mention of his name, which had been some seconds ago, you raised an eyebrow at how a hint of red could be seen on his cheeks.

"You know that you are allowed to sit down onto the chair and grab some cookies if you'd like? I did ask for your company after all."

Tucking at his collar a bit as he felt the heat not leave his face, he raised a fist to infront of his mouth as he cleared his throat.

"If that is your wish."

He made his way to the seat across from you, heart fluttering at the slightest hint of your fragrance wafting through the air as he sat down.

Not restraining a happy smile at being finally to admire his face infront of you, you held up a cookie in front of his mouth.

Without any words, he took a bite of it, savouring it's sweet taste as his eyes still hadn't left yours, a lovely trait of his that would never fail to make your knees buckle underneath him.

"Even after all these years, you still look at me like the first day we met." You mentioned as you let him finish eating the cookie off of your hands.

Wanting to wipe the crumbs off of his lips, you stretched your hand out yet a hold of your hand stopped you. Pulling it gently towards him, he closed his eyes as he licked the remaining crumbs off of your fingers, the light falling into his eyes as he opened them to catch the sight of your heated face.

After having wiped your hand clean with the handkerchief you had gifted him at the yearly hunting tournament, he pressed his lips on each of your fingers before intertwining them with his, enjoying the shade of berries adorning your face.

"I refuse to lose sight of what is important to me. You were the one who had given me a new life and I had sworn to protect you. At the end, you were the one who had shown me what true love is and I want to cherish it together with you."

Glancing at the table, he frowned before his eyes widened ever so slightly, an idea popping up in his head.

Letting the chair screech a bit too loudly to your liking, he pushed it away as he stood up, moving around the table to suddenly stand infront of you, his hand never having left yours.

"T-Tetchou? Is something the matter?"

Cursing silently at your sudden stutter, you blink up at him as he gazed down on you.

He put his free hand onto the back of the chair for support as he leant down, pressing yet again a kiss onto your hand, his intense gaze still boring into yours.

"May I?"

Scrunching your eyebrows together at his odd question, you couldn't help but chuckle at the realisation of what he meant.

"What do you think my answer will be?"

"A yes?" A slight tilt of his head to the side as he had a hunch what your answer would be but the small fear of rejection would always refuse to die within him.

"See? Then you may."

With a smile stretching across his lips, he leaned down further as he pressed a gentle but long kiss onto yours, letting out a hum at the lingering sweet mix of cookies and sugared tea on them.

The clearing of a throat reached your ears infront the both of you.

Trying your best to not let any disdain be shown onto your face, you broke the kiss yet couldn`t contain the small huff leaving your nose at the small but noticeable pout residing on his face as he shot a quick glare at Yosano.

"Ha? What are you glaring at me for?"

Realizing what had slipped out, his eyes widened as he straightened his back, his cheeks adorning the color of chery blossoms.

"I apologize. I did not mean to glare at you like that."

He was met with nly a lift of an eyebrow and the noticeable exasperated sight leaving her mouth as she waved him off.

"No need to hide it, I know I disturbed you two but there are footsteps coming up so you better put your act back on before someone catches onto you."

Before straightening his back to take his rightful position to stand next to you, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek as Yosano took a seat across from you, acting as if the two of you had been conversing about various things.

Right after she had wanted to reach out for a cookie, a knock echoed through the room.

"Princess, may I enter your chambers?"

A smile etched itself across your face as the low and raspy voice of your father's butler rung from behind the door, immediately recognizable since your youngest ages.

"You may."

The tall yet slightly bent down figure due to of old age crooked back with a strong aura rivaling that of your father's made it's way through your door.

The strong loyalty to the empire for centuries dawning on anyone laying their eyes upon him as the golden empire's crest adornes his blazer that could make even the strongest soldier falter in his presence.

Your heart swells with pride and gratitude for having him part of your life, a mere "butler" to accomodate to your needs in the eyes of outsiders, but for you and the people in this castle, a figure contributing strongly to the growth of this empire and especially your own and many others as well.

A rightfully prideful man known for his eccentric and boastful personality throughout the closest family members of the empire yet remains hidden as a humble butler coming from a traditional family having served your bloodline for centuries.

As soon as he had closed the door behind him, you began to hastily walk towards him, your face nearly hurting from smiling as your heart ached at the thought of getting to catch a glimpse of him less and less with each passing year as he`d be occupied with solely serving your father.

"Fukuchi!"

A boisterous laugh erupted out of him as he spun you around, not an ounce of old age traceable in the strenght he had always seemed to hold inside of him as a giggle escaped your lips.

"Little Princess! All these years and you still seem to love to be spun around by this old man!"

"Well you're still going strong! Aren't ya, Old man?!"

"Haha! That's true for sure, you lil' runt!"

Yosano sighed at your antics as she took a side glance to Tetchou, only to deadpan at his expression.

"Please tell me, I'm not the only one concerned by people possibly hearing the sheer volume of this man's voice? I do not wish to be here for another sudden unwished sword fight between these two."

Trying to make sense of this situation as she had seen this scenario way too many times, she took a glance at your knight yet Tetchou's eyes never strayed from your form.

"You think I could also spin her around like that in his age?"

Covering her face with her hands, she surpressed a groan as she took a deep breath in.

Sighing, she crossed her arms.

"Well, it's not my fault if something happens and yet I'm still glad that there are many things and especially people that never fail to lighten up her day."

She said as the corner of her lips tugged upwards yet went the opposite direction as an unpleasant thought etched itself into her head.

"Yet I sadly believe, it will decrease in the future."

Tetchou's eyes narrowed at her words, a terrible foreboding in the gut of his stomach as she stepped forward towards the both of you.

And he might be here because of the reason for it.

Were the thoughts of both Tetchou and Yosano as their eyes locked onto your figures, a different degree of worry in their hearts.

Having gently set you down, you welcomed the slight throb of dizzyness in your head as a feeling of nostalgia buzzed through your body.

Petting your head with an adoring smile on his face, he looked behind you as he saw your lady in waiting and your knight approach you.

"May I ask for what you have come to visit the Princess? I thought you were busy preparing the ball to welcome the Tyrant?"

Letting out a good laugh at the sudden name calling, he shot her a smile before coughing into his hand, remembering the actual serious matter for why he had come.

"I deeply apologize for the delay, Lady Clara. I was sent to relay the Emperor's words to the Princess-"

What's with this 180° turn of personality?

Deadpanned all three of you as you continued to listen to him.

"- which entail that the "Tyrant" you speak of will be arriving a week earlier. Precisely spoken, this evening. "

"WHAT?! What do you mean already this evening?! Is he insane?!!"

I already had to delay my plans because of him and NOW he's also here way earlier than I was previously told to?!

"Why-?"

"What the f-?"

"Fukuchi, I demand an explanation! What is the meaning of that sneaky Emperor's hurry?"

Eyes shaking in near uncontainable anger as the fleeting image of yesterday's letter flashed into your mind, one that you had torn apart to spite said soon to be fiancé.

Is that what he had meant with "I'll be awaiting to soon finally let my humble self be graced by your presence, dear soon to be betrothed of mine."?!

You hadn't thought with "soon" that he had meant a week earlier!

Fukuchi had anticipated your reaction (and of the other two) as he himself was flabbergasted when the idea of a marriage between the you and that man first came up randomly during a delegation meeting.

A meeting he for once wasn't by his emperor's side due to an abrupt leave in concern of "family matters".

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"What is this marriage that I have been hearing about, Your Imperial Highness?"

There he stood with his back turned towards him, watching you enjoy a cup of tea in the garden together with your precious lady in waiting.

A sigh left his mouth as he turned to look over his shoulder at his friend and ally of many years, guilt seeping into his body as he fought against the feeling of his shoulders slumping slightly under the pressure of it.

"I hope your family has been well?"

A dreaded silence fills the room as an unwanted shaky breath leaves the emperor`s lips. The buzz of people throughout the castle walls, the birds from the garden and your faint laughter as a smile graced your lips. Eyeing the portrait of his beloved wife and daughter, he closed his eyes.

Turning to greet his greet his friend properly, the frown deepens.

"It is exactly as you heard, my friend. The rumors are no mere rumors. It is as these gossipers speak. There will be a marriage between my daughter and that lying fox."

Fukuchi had never been one to hide his feelings if it came to things that "displeased" him.

Though "displeased" would be far too light to describe it.

The Emperor could see the disbelief morph into anger and disappointment, something he had been seeing in himself a lot emerge like a broading storm in his chest, which had begun to slowly erupt in its full form inside of his old friends mind.

"I have known you for years to know that you had entertained such ideas in your mind before my departure. Yet why did you choose to remain silent and bear the burden by yourself?."

Fukuchi had a hunch to why he had not told him about any of this.

Yet he refused to succumb to his theories on the "whys" and "hows" until he had heard the explanation leave the Emperor`s mouth.

Not that it would make this matter far easier to digest.

"There is a reason for why I have been serving this family for years and it is one of my duties to bear some of it as well. So do enlighten me, Ol' friend of mine."

The Emperor`s lips tucked upwards at the name for a second, a bitter taste beginning to reside in his mouth, his words lingering in mind as he sat down onto the chair in his office.

"I know for sure it saddens and angers you as much as it does for me. The failure of protecting my people and family properly lies entirely on my fault. If only I had more-"

"More people for your army? Then why didn't you simply say so? You knew that I have the capabilities to organize such a grand ordeal. It is nothing than something trivial if it's about recruiting competent people. You have seen what my men can do."

A lighthearted chuckle escaped his friend's mouth, only etching Fukuchi's frown deeper into his face.

"Fukuchi. That is exactly the reason why I have chosen to bear this burden alone. It is no rumor that his army surpasses that of mine in numbers and perhaps even in power. Yet it is perhaps the selfish nature of humanity I have chosen to succumb myself to as the feeling of not wishing to send any more people to war has become stronger over the years of peace."

"Then what about the Princess? Your own daughter whose happiness you had promisedto protect the most?"

The downcast eyes and the slight clenching of his fists were enough of an answer for Fukuchi.

He couldn't blame him.

It wasn't unheard of to "marry off" their own child, mainly daughters, to maintain a certain hold in society and perhaps even acquire more power because of such ties.

Yet the higher the position, the greater the burden that would befall onto them.

And yet, there was a part of Fukuchi which had chosen to believe in his friend as he presented him his heir from the first woman he had ever truly loved.

His friend who had united not only two nations together but also it's people after the Great War 30 years ago. Pouring his own being purely into the improvement of his Empire, focusing on one goal. It lead to many failed marriages, neglected children until he had found the love of his life while all the time, Fukuchi remained by his side.

He was loyal to the empire.

Loyal to it's people.

But foremost, to it's family holding the balance of this nation.

He wished for no such feeling yet the sense of betrayal to his oath lingered in his heart.

The strength in refraining from shaming his friend for such weakness waning with every word spoken.

""I have failed many children of mine. This time, I promised this one years of happiness with me by their side." These were your own words. You can not possibly wish to go against i-"

"Fukuchi!"

Not flinching at the sudden burst of volume residing in his voice and the sudden slam of his fist against the table, he held his gaze as the Emperor closed his eyes.

"You know damn well why I had to make this choice. The marriage will not happen immediately. Only after I have seen and witnessed him myself, will I let my daughter be wed off to him. Until then they shall remain bethrothed. It is a mere prolonging of the dreaded wedding since I do not wish such a burden to befall yet onto her shoulders. But I can not let my people suffer due to my selfishness."

He felt a dull ache in jaw as he realised he had been clenching it the whole time listening to this disgraceful Emperor's words.

Every attempt to derive his opinion of it's disgusting degree of naiveté and foolishness would just be futile and a waste of time.

The Emperor had chosen not to dwell any longer onto his friend's words as he had risen from his seat, back turned towards him yet again as he stared out the window, somber clouds beginning to approach the castle as he watched maids gather your things and carry them as you went back to shield yourself and the others from the approaching rain.

Deep breath exhaled through Fukuchi's nose as he put his hand onto his chest for one last bow.

"I understand, Your Imperial Highness. I shall no longer inquire you about this matter unless you wish to speak of it. I shall now excuse myself and start with the preparations since I do believe it won't be long until he will grace us with his presence."

Only a lowly huff passed the Emperor's nose at the thought of said person.

"Grace, you say? For his people and anyone eyes, he might seem like an angel gracing the lands. Yet none of them have ever bore witness to the sight of such a child's face stained with the blood of his enemies. Truly a frightful sight I have wished to forget but the Gods do not grace us with such mercy as it seems."

Another silence befell upon the room, both dwelling into unpleasant memories before Fukuchi broke it with a clearing of his throat.

"Then I may take my leave, Your Imperial Highness."

The Emperor followed the turn of his back with an eye over his shoulders as Fukuchi made his way towards the door, only for him to halt his movements as his hand gripped the door handle.

"I will repeat myself just like I have for many years now. Even if our opinions differ at times, it is no reason for our companionship to suffer under these circumstances. I believe it will only strenghten it's bond, so I will thank you as always for the patience you have gifted to such a meager and foolish man such as I. As always I'll entrust you with the plannings of the upcoming events and any aid you are in need of shall be given to you immediately."

A foolish man indeed you are.

"I thank you, Your Imperial Highness."

Were his only words as he opened the door, stepping outside of it as he felt the weight of their conversation make itself fully known.

Turning around to close the door, he faced the Emperor's back for a last time.

"I shall also regard to you my gratitude for worrying about my humble family. To ease your spirit, I can assure you that they have been well."

Gently shutting the door, his hand strained against the handle as the grip on his hand had tightened around it unbeknownst to him.

I must hurry with my plans.

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It hurt.

Yet you weren`t sure what it was.

Was it the weight of your heart getting heavier with each passing second as Fukuchi`s words rang through your head?

Or the palms of your hands, threatening to be broken by your nails digging themselves further into your skin as your fists clenched to somehow ground yourself.

Yosano took a glance at Tetchou, only for her to shake her head at him, signaling him it wasn`t the right time to interfere.

Not like this

She mouthed at him yet tried to give him a half felt smiled to atleast show him that she felt the same sentiment.

It hurt her as well.

A shiver ran through your body as you suddenly felt something warm touch both of your hands, snapping you out of your trance.

Fukuchi let his gaze fall onto your hands, frowning at the tiny bloodstains forming and making themselves known through your delicate gloves as he lifted them up, slowly unraveling your fist until he could gently grasp your open palms into his.

"Your hands used to be way smaller, little princess. "

Slowly letting your eyes fall onto his eyes, a lump formed itself inside of your throat, his kindhearted smile trying to hide his crestfallen eyes as he continued to speak.

"And yet, you still have to treat them as if they were delicate. A treasure to be taken care of because only with these hands can you change your way of living."

Trying to stop your lips from quivering , you could only let out a whisper, fearing you might break down any moment.

" But how?"

You could see it in his eyes. You were glad it wasn`t pity, yet the answer was laid out in them, only fueling your fear and confusion of what is about to come.

"That, is something only time can tell. But know this, my little bird."

Your lips couldn`t help but quirk upwards as he let one of your hands fall onto your side, the back of your other hand receiving a peck.

" I shall always support the small sun of our Empire, no matter what kind of storm might befall us. Everything I do will be for your and the empire`s sake."

All of the words whirling inside of your head, all the pleas for wanting to run away, to make this stop and yet none of it could make it out of your mouth.

And the fact that it was Fukuchi made a small smile grace your lips as you knew that a silent nod was enough for him to understand everything that needed to be said.

Reciprocating your smile, he gently let go of your hands, your hands immediately seeking his father like love but knowing that he will be needed elsewhere.

A princess mustn`t be selfish

Whispered the tiny voice inside of your head, reminiscing you of one of your many vigorous etiquette lessons.

" Due to my duties I must depart now so I shall entrust the princess in your care, Lady Clara and Sir Suehiro."

"Yes, Head Butler Fukuchi."

"As I always do, Sir Fukuchi."

A sense of relief managed to ease a bit of the weight on your shoulder, knowing he could rely on your most trusted allies, especially havin known both of them since their younger years as well.

"Then I shall wish you a good day, evening and night." were his last words before turning his back towards the three of you, the shut of the door echoing in the far too silent dressing room.

You could only stare after him, your eyes fixated on the spot where he stood infront of you, suddenly feeling like the little girl that couldn`t get out of her room to call for help as the thunder rendered her frozen until Fukuchi had come to check on her during his nightly rounds.

"Y/N."

Startling at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, you slowly turned around, magenta eyes filled with worry staring back at you.

"Do you want to be left alone or do you want us to stay with you?"

You let your eyes shift towards Tetchou, a shaky breath passing through your nose as you saw the look on his face.

You felt guilty. Guilty for being unable to ease the pain in coursing through his entire being as your pain was equally his but he knew.

He knew as you looked at him.

"I shall tell Tachihara to guard your door for the rest of the day."

He began to walk towards the door, giving the crown of your head a peck.

"I`ll be there as soon as you call for me." he whispered as he let his lips linger for a moment before unwillingly taking a few steps back , engraving your current state into his mind, already formulating plans in how to get you out of this predicament.

Giving Yosano a curt nod before exiting the room, he took one last look at you before letting the door shut behind him.

Never would it leave Yosano`s mouth that she actually admired the bond between the both of you, him knowing by seemingly just a look into your eyes in what you needed.

Or perhaps he was just more emotionally attuned than her but even that , she wouldn`t deny.

"And I will tell the maids to assist you in the evening with your night gown."

Were Yosano's only words as she quickly engulfed you into her arms, yours wrapping themselves back immediately in habit as she gave you a light squeeze.

You could only nod as you felt the lump begin to truly clog up your throat, her only putting a hand on your cheek to stroke it before exiting the room as well.

The sun stung onto your skin as some of it's rays made it's way into your room, nearly blinding you as it made fun of your predicament.

You had originally planned to perhaps take a walk around the garden yet the impending date of his arrival would not let you do so.

"It's no use to cry about it but..."

Before you had even realised it, tears had already begun to stain your face, sobs barely being held back as you continued to gaze at the azure colored sky.

"I really really hate this."

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Night had befallen onto you faster than you had expected, a fact that had made you grip your sheets harder as you had been trying to fall asleep for what had seemed for hours now.

Hearing a knock on your balcony door made your heart thump greatly as you hurried towards it, having grabbed the candle holder from the nighstand beside your bed.

Fumbling with the lock on your door as the dim light of your candle merely gave you enough sight of his shadowed figure standing on your balcony, you had finally managed to open it.

A soft 'clack' came from the door as you had closed it after letting him in, the soft light glowing on his form as he stood before you in the garments worn underneath his normally knightly ones.

Long loose sleeves rolled back up to his elbows, the thin shirt leaving little to imagination as the knot on his shirt was loose as well, collarbone and a bit of his chest peeking at you as you quickly let your eyes drift towards his face, yet the small smile beckoned you to perhaps keep such thoughts to yourself for not too long.

Noticing him staring as you had lost yourself in your thoughts, you tried to wave the embarassment off, blinking up at him while you asked.

"May I know what brings you here? I thought you had wished to retire early for the night, Tetchou?"

Resolve wavering at the gentle call of his name, he softly grasped your free hand into his own, your grip on the holder tightening as he put your hand onto his face, your thumb immediately falling into a rhtyhm of tracing tiny shapes onto his cheek as he spoke.

"Not when I know that you're suffering alone in your room. I hope I am not disturbing your nightly rest, Princess?"

"Never."

Was an answer enough for him as you let him take the candle holder out of your hand.

"Then may I help you in getting your well deserved rest for the night?"

Heart thumping at the intention behind his words, you felt no need to act against them, the want in the thought of being held by him having invaded your mind much greater for the past month.

"We both know the answer already."

His eyes slightly lulled at your words, his heart never ceasing it's rapid thumping as if he were embracing you for the first time.

"Then allow me."

Letting a chuckle pass your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he hooked an arm underneath your bottom, lifting you off the ground as he carried you with one arm while the other still held onto the candle.

"It never ceases to amaze me how truly strong you are." You spoke as he gently set you down onto the bed, the candle having been placed onto your nightstand next to your bed.

"It is my duty and wish to be strong enough to hold my place rightfully next to you."

He merely stated as you laid onto your back, head hitting your soft pillows.

Leg slightly twitching in surprise at the cold air from the outside still stinging onto his hands, goosebumps had began to rise onto your entire body in both anticipation and slow creeping up impatience.

"Strong enough to shield you from any harm."

He spoke as he had began to slowly climb his way onto the bed and onto you, gently placing a kiss onto your ankle as he began to trace the addictive form of your body with his lips, relishing the tremble of it underneath him as he continued to speak.

"Strong enough to bear any burden you'll carry."

Your breath hitched as he had put both of his hands on either of your thighs, giving him a nod at the lingering question in his eyes as he let his hands glide upwards, eyes widening at the sight infront of him as he had pushed your night gown up to your hips, his grip tightening, making your back slightly arch into his touch.

"W-Well, you weren't the only impatient one here so I thought I might... make it easier for us..."

Eyes shaking at letting the very image of your naked half seep into his mind ,only thin undergarments hiding little to no imagination while the desire to embrace you started to profusely cloud his sober thoughts, his wish to worship you in body and mind enveloping his entire being.

"Then I will not make you wait any longer since I-"

You felt your bottom lip tremble slightly at the sudden loss of his bare hands, yet a wave of arousal hit you as he pulled of his shirt, the muscles and scars on his chest screaming for your touch as a slight sheen of sweat began to build on it.

"- also seem to not be able to hold back anymore."

Lifting your bossom up as he put his hands on it, he pulled you closer towards his hips, a sudden stutter in them as you felt his groin pressed against your core.

You couldn't help but let out a whine at his firm touch as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, arms stretched out as you batted your teary eyelashes at him.

"Don't hold back. Kiss me and embrace me as much as you want to. Give me your love just like I'll always give you mine."

Suppressing a groan at your intoxicating words, he let both of his hands press your arms next to your head, tracing their shape before finally intertwining your fingers with his, feeling his desire at the tightening grasp around them while he let his face draw closer to yours until the tips of your nose touched.

"Then I shall do so."

Were the last words he spoke before captivating your lips with his own, whining at the taste of his spit entering your caverns as you opened your mouth in haste, wanting to feel more of it as he replied with his tounge grazing every corner inside.

Pressing the sole of your feet into his back, he let out a groan at the feeling of you rolling your hips into his as he continued to suck on your tounge and engulf your sounds with his mouth.

A bite on his lips made him groan as he broke the kiss after a long while, both of you panting for air as he felt a damp patch beginning to form between his legs, the restraint of his pants growing with each passing second.

"Would you... Would you wish for me to help you with that?"

You knew his answer at the squeeze of your hand as he let you sit up. Helping you with perching you up onto his lap, he turned around as he let his back rest against your bedframe, your chest pressed against his as the soft flesh of your thighs sat on his, stopping himself just barely from cursing out at the feeling of your weight on his groin.

You gave him an open mouthed kiss on his cheek as you began to descend downwards, shaky breaths being exhaled through his nose as you engraved the form of his neck, chest and entire body into your mind, giving him every bit of his love for you back as you traced the shape of his body with your lips.

You let your hands roam, feeling the muscles you could always drool for, contradict under your touch.

The familiar slightly musky smell made your legs rub themselves together as you laid between his legs, face pressed against his very part as you gave it's clothed form a kiss.

You felt his hand gently weave through your hair, making you lift your eyes up to meet his worried ones.

"Do not overexert yourself for my pleasure, my love."

If he'd be a confectionary, then your teeth would be rotten immediately from it's addictive sweet taste.

"Oh, Tetchou. Your pleasure only makes me yearn for your embrace even more. You're always doing so well for me so let me give you something back."

A hiss slipped out of him at the feeling of the cool air hitting his very member and your hand gently wrapping itself around it's head.

"And don't you dare pull out until I say so. These are the only times where I can freely show you my greed and frankly, it is addicting to both you and I."

Were your last words before he let out a whine too loud for his liking as you engulfed him fully in your mouth.

Tears began to build themselves up in your eyes as you tried to inhale as best as you could through your nose while giving him one last reassuring gaze, before slowly beginning to move your head back and forth, tounge wetting and licking it as if it's your last meal, never failing to let your ears be blessed by the sounds slipping past his mouth.

You felt him tug at your hair, the slight sting only encouraging you to take him as much as you can, his shaky hand grasping teh back of your neck and labored breath forcing out whines out of you as you felt yourself get wetter at the sounds of him.

Letting your hand wrap around the lower half of his member as the other one began to cup his testicles, gently massaging them as you continued to suck with fervor while slurping sounds resonated through your room.

Listening to his shaky breaths and feeling his heaving chest made you unable to stop your movements, sounds escaping even louder out of him whenever you'd grip or suck a bit harder, sheets crumpled up under his trembling hands as he held himself back, not wanting this to be done too soon.

"Y-Y/N, please stop." His pleading voice spurred your movements further until you felt him tap your head two times with the hand grasping your hair.

Giving it on last suck, a smirk made it's way onto your face at the feeling of his hips bucking further into your mouth. He felt a shudder run down his back as he watched you lick your lips at the sight of his with already sweat glistening body, chest heaving in deep breaths while his member continued to throb, precum and spit sticking to it while your hands had moved to either one of his thighs, stroking him as he slowly calmed down from his nearly reached high.

"Tetchou~", you cooed at him, "Did you just reject me from getting my dessert before bed?"

Holding back a chuckle at the sudden widening of his eyes, yet yours still crinkling, as he pursed his lips at your words.

"N-No, I would never dare to. I just... I just wanted this moment to last a bit longer."

He really wanted to be ravished by you at this point. For many his honest and blunt words were deemed as "inappropriate" yet in this forsaken world that was led by lying and manipulation, it was welcomed in your palace, especially in the embrace of each other.

Inhaling strongly at the feeling of your core pressing up against him as you sat down on his lap, you felt the thumping of his heart against yours as you put a hand on his cheek, drawing closer for a kiss.

"I thank you for always being honest with me, my love."

Moans being exchanged between your lips, the air getting hotter with every passing second while you kissed each other with fervor, the need to feel the other as close as possible engulfing the both of you.

Soon, squelching sounds were accompanied by your movements, your undergarments deemed useless as they merely continued to get wetter with each thrust.

He reluctantly broke the kiss as he moved down onto your neck, letting his teeth graze and bite into your shoulders, marked spots only in places that would never inconvenience you and only for him to witness and enjoy the sight of them.

"Please, let it be my turn now to pleasure you, my flower."

He spoke as he lifted you from his lap, turning the both of you around as your back rested against the pillows on the headboard. You felt his lips move further down, a hitched breath stuck in your throat as you felt him give your core a languid kiss while he let either of his hands slowly run up and down on each of your thighs, lastly letting them rest on his shoulders as he continued to let his hands glide over them back and forth, mesmerised by their softness.

If he could choose a place to die as your honorable knight, it would truly be between your thighs as they resembled soft clouds embracing him into heaven`s realm.

"Will you allow me?"

Always prioritizing your needs, even when you could blatantly see how eager he was to finally give his full attention to you and pleasure you like no one else could, you only needed to give him a smile and a nod as you braced yourself in anticipation and excitement for what was to come.

Teeth digging strongly into your bottom lip, only the sting of it merely stopped you from whining out loud as he wasted no time to push your underwear to the side.

"T-Tetchou. Don`t keep me waiting for too long." wer you able to squeeze out as he had pushed his face between your thighs, his nose pressing up against your core, letting your fragrance enter his body like a drug that could render him unconscious from how addicting it was.

Embarassment thrown out of the window as you looked down at him, only to be met with yearning in his eyes, making you want to press your thighs together if it wouldn`t be for the firm grip he had on both of them.

"You`re just too addicting to me... But I also can not hold back anymore since..."

Hooking his finger onto your underwear, he pulled it to the site, barely able to stop himself from drooling at the sight of it glistening like the water in your favorite fountain whenever the moon would shine on it.

Letting your hands grip onto his head as you felt him press a lingering kiss onto your clit, you couldn`t stop your back from arching up as he took a long stripe at your core, now feeling the affects that it had been far too long since your last night together.

"You are truly divine." He whispered to himself yet loud enough for you to hear as he let his tounge trace the shape of your clit, changing from sucking at it to lapping at your core like a madman.

You felt your body heat up with each lick and suck as his shameless moans at the taste of your essence further lulled you into losing yourself in his embrace.

In the midst of it all, you twitched at the slight sting in your core as you felt him slide his middle finger inside of you, his other hand rubbing your thigh as an apology.

Not leaving your lower ips before planting a wet kiss onto it, you saw the pleading look in his eyes.

"`M sorry, I just... seem to be unable to hold myself back."

"Then don`t."

You panted out as you tugged his head downwards, your own eagerness nealry making him whine out as he felt the throbbing of his own member not cease, even after having rubbed it against the sheets while enjoying the taste of you.

"I truly love you, Y/N." were the last words you heard as you felt the grip on your tighs tighten.

"I l-love you, to- Ngh?!"

Head luckily hitting against the pillows he had placed behind your back, you pulled at his hair as he wasted not time in going back to work.

It didn`t take long until two and finally three finger fit inside of you, him taking his sweet time to finally feel as close as he could to you as he would always make sure to embrace you fully without any discomfort.

Helping you lie down onto your back as your legs quivered from your previous climaxes while he took his time in "preparing you", feeling too weak to hold back any whines and moans as you felt his member rub against your bare velvet purse.

As his own hands assisted you with pulling your night gown off of you, blown out eyes shook at the way your body glistened as the heat had made its way to you, the sweat clinging onto your body like exquisite jewellry, hair disheveled from all the tugging during your kisses.

Not even the most beautiful dress crafted with only the finest of materials could come close to your bare beauty laid out infront of him.

A sight only for him to cherish and to see.

He had tried his best to refrain from letting such carnal desires get to him in fear of accidentally hurting you and yet the thought of someone else possibly getting to see something for his eyes alone filled his mouth with a bitter taste.

Feeling him tilt your chin towards him, he captured your lips like a starving man, the sudden aggression only fueling your need to be taken by him immediately as he braced an arm next to your head, caging you between him and the bed.

He felt undeserving to utter these next words, his gut churning at the thought of it but even he wanted to be selfish for once, especially when the time to hold you in his arms would slip through his fingers like sand in no time.

"Y/N, would you wish to be mine?"

Surprise laid in your hazy eyes at his sudden question, the dumbfounded look om your face ceasing in seconds as you realized the intention in his words, the slight quiver in his voice not going unnoticed.

Putting both hands onto each of his cheeks, you let a thumb glide over his bottom lip as to seemingly help to put his frown away from his face.

"I have always been yours just as you've always been mine. Not even an Emperor could rip the love my heart holds for you out of me. I would be lying if I'd say i'm not afraid at all but we will always find a way to be with each other. Regardless of what's to come."

Giving him a peck on his nose, you felt a lump in your throat form as you felt the quiver of his lips on your thumb, the glisten in his eyes a sight you've seen on yourself too many times at night and yet, you could fully grasp and feel the bare fear of him losing to a man he'd dare to challenge if there wouldn't be the consequence of you getting hurt, making himself an enemy of the empire or getting beheaded.

"It is okay to fear, my love. We'll love and comfort each other tonight without a mind of this world. Would you like that?"

Nodding silently at your words, you lifted your legs up as he pulled your undergarments off, rubbing the head of his member against your core.

"I would love to, Y/N."

The slight sting of his bottom lip being bitten by him felt like nothing compared to the tightness enclosing around him, a moan slipping out of the both of you as he tried to silence you both with a feverish kiss on your lips, his hand slipping between the both of you as he began to rub your clit, easing the tension of him entering inside of you.

It didn't take long for him to be fully sheathed in, veins popping on his arms and neck as he held himself back from finishing to early, wanting to relish in your warmth for as long as he could as he gently pressed against your stomach with his hand at the sight of his bulge nestled in your walls, making your back arch into his touch.

"T-Tetchou! P-Please move. I can't wait any longer."

"B-But I do not wish to hurt yo-"

Grabbing him at the back of his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss as you pressed the sole of your feet against his thighs, moaning into each other's mouths as you felt him fill you even deeper with his length.

Not wanting to make you wait any longer, he began to pull out until he was barely inside before shoving it in with a slow drag until he was fully pressed against you, not able to push in anymore. He continued with the same rhythm for a while, slowly losing your mind as you kept feeling it his entire length deeply inside of you.

Only a ahort time had passed as he began to quicken his pace while your grip continued to tighten around him, your body fully locking him into a tight embrace just like his lips would never leave yours, only to mark your chest or shoulders in places for his eyes only.

His touch, smell and looks full of devotion and love made the build up inside of you approach you fast, his stamina unrelenting as he had been keeping a steady pace for over an hour now.

"T-Tetchou, 'm close!", you wailed as tears had long begun to roll down your cheeks, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he made sure to fill you up as much as he could.

"It's alright, Y/N. Just let yourself go. I`ve got you."

Whining at the feeling of him continuously shaping yout walls while he slowed his movements, you felt yourself ready to gush at any moment as he gripped the back of your thighs in each of his hands, pressing them against your chest.

"Tap me on my hand three times if it hurts.", were his last words before he began to pick his pace, your mouth hanging open at the way he kept hitting your cervix so deliciously with no intention in slowing down at all.

Your body began to tremble as the momentum continued to build up inside of you, his pants growing louder as you tightened around him with each thrust.

"Let yourself loose, my love. I'll take it all for you."

His tooth-rotting lovesick words edged your build up even further until you felt something snap inside of you.

Engulfing your moan into his mouth, he halted his pace, pressing further into you as you gushed around his length, slicking the sheets and his thighs with your juices.

He waited until your breathing had calmed down, breaking the kiss as he looked at your own blown out eyes, the heat spreading through your body as you saw him shift his eyes towards his thighs and your core, unknowingly licking his lips at the sight of the clear sheen covering your lower half including his, some of it even dripping down onto the sheets.

Gulping at his unbreaking gaze, you felt his still hard member inside of you, wincing slightly as he gently put your legs down yet still stayed sheathed inside.

"You can do more, can you?"

Thrown off by his sudden question, you threw your head back as he pressed deeper inside of you, always trying to stretch you out, shaping your inside to fit for him and only him.

"One more for me, my flower? Since only one isn't enough for the both of us."

Letting out a breathy chuckle at your eager nodding, he let his hands roam over your body before finally settling down onto your hips, his tight grip leaving bruises he'd know you'd love to see in the mirror in the next morning.

"Then I'll make sure to embrace you and satisfy us fully for the night."

It didn't take long for him to get back into his pace, the way he'd embrace you sooner or later not failing to possibly impregnate you, a selfish thought he'd never dare to utter out.

The night was young as you fully relished in the feeling of him and him alone, ultimately forgetting atleast for a night about the events that are about to befall unto the both of you and cherishing the somber moments of peace in each other's embrace as he coaxed out orgasm after orgasm out of you.

omg im back?? more like i had this sitting for AGES in my drafts and was like "wait a minute... This only needs to be proofread??" i thought i legit had like more than a half of it to finish this 😭 welp here u go yall 😋 cant promise when ill update again since im rly busy with exams 😭 so idk i can only say that my updates will pop up like surprises 👻 WHAT i can say is that in the next chapter, our "tyrant" will be introduced hehe, yall already know who 😋😋 anyway until next time and hope yall have been staying healthy!!

[smallishzine]

very important official zine stuff for real this time guys please spread this around

we realized we haven’t asked you what you want this zine to be, so here is poll with some different options for things we could do, but this still won’t set things in stone cause we’re aware that we’re working with a relatively small albeit amazing awesome and extremely appreciated audience, but it’ll give us a good idea for what direction you want the zine to go in.

some examples of what we mean for added coherence, please read before voting unless you wanna be like that guy in the Simpsons movie:

an eras tour zine (yes this is a Taylor swift joke shut up if you’re judging us you’re wrong) would be like different pieces dedicated to each, for lack of a better word, “thing” that Joel has done. @/inthelittlezine is a great example of this concept, except the mod has far better organizational skills than we ever could hope to

tourism brochure would be like we pick a specific thing Joel, such as esmp 1 or 2, or x life, or one of his hardcore/survival worlds (I haven’t listed Hermitcraft season 10 cause that’s still in progress but if you guys really really wanna, that too), and make an in universe guide to it expanding upon the lore and characters and builds and stuff. @/scarland-artbook is an amazing example of this, though of course we would be a much smaller scale of a project.

do you wanna tell a story? Or ride our bikes around the halls? We can’t help with the second one, we’re not very sporty people, but this option is both the most difficult and dangerous to the success of the zine, and the one that intrigues me specifically the most. Like, guys, I know I’m polling this, but I’m secretly hoping that this one wins. Like all the hoping. Ever. But I’m not gonna just say yeah let’s do this because if like only three people also wanna this zine will never get made and I will be really, really sad. This option is basically do we wanna take something Joel has done and work together to create an original universe/story based off of it, each contributing a small part of the story in comic or writing form. Unless you’ve been living under a rock and/or this post broke containment sorry if it did I assure I’m usually mostly sane, you probably know where I’m shamelessly stealing taking inspiration from. We heart you @/hotguycomiczine. If we went with this we would obviously create our own universe and storyline, and we’d try to base it off of one of Joel’s characters if possible. Also, if we went with this, we’d start the mod and application process and stuff and once we knew everyone who was going to be in the zine then we’d all get together and start working on the story, and this is the part I’m worried about because if we’re all stumped then I guess the zine is out of luck and I’d be sad. Also even if we did do this, like preemptively temper your expectations I am no where near as good as the legends at hotguycomiczine at organization and promotion and story writing and all that good stuff. However, if you have an idea for a story and want to share, send us an ask cause we might just end up using it.

I think the last two are mostly self explanatory.

please reblog for reach.

[memento-morri-writes]

oc tag meme

I was tagged by @space-writes. Thank you space!!! If anyone wants a blank template you can find one on their post, here.

I don't know who to tag, so I'm saying if you have a ttrpg character, I want you to do this. Please. I beg of you. I wanna hear about your dnd characters. Tag me. Please. (/gen /srs)

Obviously, I have to so this with my beloved boy, Rook!! (art by @swampcastle)

Basic Info

Name: Rook (born Adrian Lockwood)

Class/Subclass: Swashbuckler Rogue

Background: Oh man, I forgot what his in-game one actually is (I'm 99.9% sure it wasn't actually Sailor), but he was a pirate prior to the campaign.

Gender: Cis man

Sexuality: bisexual

Pronouns: he/him

Other

Family: Rook absolutely hates the concept of family, because every single bit of his experience with it has been negative. He's the bastard son of a prominent Arborcean nobleman (a wood elf) named Lord Alistair Lockwood, who hated him for even existing. His mother (a human) was never in the picture (Rook thinks she wanted nothing to do with him, but the reality is a lot more complicated than that, given the power and wealth imbalance between his parents), and he has no interest in ever seeking her out. Not that could even if he wanted to, since he knows nothing about her. He spent most of his childhood being neglected, abused, and mocked by his father and three half-brothers, all of whom (as full elves) were decades older than him. So yeah, he fucking hates his family. He ran away at 17 and never looked back.

Birthplace: Arborcea (location in our homebrew campaign)

Job: Used to be a pirate, now he's an adventurer, but he misses being a pirate, so that's his goals for post-campaign. (He did just get given a ship and named captain, so...)

Phobias: Claustrophobic, terrified of hurting his friends against his will / not being able to prevent them from being hurt.

Guilty Pleasures: I don't know that he has any?? At least, he hasn't had the time or brain space to indulge in any kind of guilty pleasure in YEARS. As a kid/teen, it would definitely be reading adventure novels, though.

Hobbies: Another case where he hasn't had much chance to focus on anything other than his own survival and protecting his friends. He likes swimming and practicing his swordplay, though. (Thinking about the upside down waterfall scene and getting sad again.)

Morals

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. He will do a wide range of things to achieve the outcome he wants (mostly just protecting his friends), and is no opposed to underhanded tactics. However, the one thing he will never do is torture someone, no matter what they have done. His morals are largely flexible, though, as he tends to mold himself to fit whoever is most important in his life at any give moment. He's extremely lucky that he's mostly been found by Good People. (Zara, the party)

Sins: Pride (as a mask / defense mechanism), Envy

Virtues: Diligence, Kindness

This or That

Introvert/Ambivert/Extrovert

Organized/Disorganized

Close-minded/Open-minded/It Depends

Calm/Anxious/Restless

Disagreeable/In-between/Agreeable

Patient/In-between/Impatient

Outspoken/In-between/Reserved

Leader/Follower/Flexible (a very important part of his arc has been moving away from follower-only and into the kind of person who can be a leader.)

Empathetic/In-between/Apathetic

Optimist/Realist/Pessimist

Traditional/In-between/Modern

Hard-working/Lazy

Relationships

OTP: N/A (While he is bi, I don't see Rook as a kind of person to seek out romantic or sexual relationships. He does experience attraction to people, he just does not act on it / has no desire to act on it. There's too much trauma and weirdness going on in his past and present regarding relationships in general for him to be interested in this.)

Acceptable ships: N/A

OT3: N/A

BroTP: I'm pretty sure this means like, platonic OTP?? If yes, um, well, I gotta say Sigmar. Which is SO fucked because like, they were making each other worse, but also making each other better??? And he never even really existed, but also he was more real than Purity himself??? Platonic doesn't cover their relationship and neither does familial, but there wasn't a single gram of romantic or sexual vibes. It's been almost an irl year since the reveal and almost two since they met, and I still can't put their relationship into words.

If I want to be a little more "normal" about it, well, Jay was his only friend pre-campaign, and she's probably going to be his closest friend after the campaign, too. (That is, assuming I can successfully defeat Olvar and free Red Lotus Island and get a wish to turn her back into an elf. She's currently a bird after getting swallowed by a giant snake who was also a demigod.)

Tyra (Rook's new first mate) is also up there for closest friends after the campaign, but her and Tempest (Rook's new quartermaster) are BFFs, and no one can change that.

NoTP: In a romantic or sexual sense, also Sigmar/Purity. The idea of that relationship just icks me out SO BAD.

[luckystarchild]

This coffee shop AU experience has been WILD.

Like the sheer timeline of concept to creation has me baffled.

At 1:08 PM on February 21st, my friend said the phrase that activated me as a sleeper agent: "Kurama is my barista."

By the time the clock hit 1:15 PM 7 minutes later, I had messaged back ideas for the story culminating in the dreaded phrase, "Oh god I wanna write a fanfic now."

By 2:13, less than an hour later, I'd sent them a scripted scene, ideas for character dynamics, key tropes, and the general vibe of the story.

Three hours later I reported that I'd written thousands of words of material, and I'd posted three scenes/snippets to Tumblr, sparking enablers supporters to tell me to keep going, keep going!

AND I DID. By 6 PM on February 22, I had completely conceptualized/fully outlined the story (6k+ words), written/posted the first chapter of the story (3.1k words), made a moodboard, made a Pinterest board of 200+ pins, and made a playlist of mood music I have yet to share.

... I don't know where this came from, and I'm wondering if I should call an exorcist.

[Insert shameless plug to read the story here]

[tea-potato-gt]

Book three of “The Moth and The Bear: The Summer Road” as memes (part 1)

@keydekyie @themothandthebear

Here’s book one memes / Book 2 p1 memes here / Book 2 p2 memes here / Book 3 p2 here

I’m trying something new/different with this one, I wrote down my live reactions/thoughts. Not all of them will be funny, more like a jumbled mess of words I quickly typed out as I devoured this book. LMK what you think.

One other side note: if you see “Ruyak vs ___” that’s usually pointing out a foreign concept/job/object/idea to Ruyak, not necessarily him fighting, just understanding or overcoming it.

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Prologue & Chapter 1

Kaelin is missing some toes 🦶 When did that happen??

Things Ruyak doesn’t believe in: more than one kind of bug and dragons.

Chapter 2

Kaelin waving through a the window. She is gonna have to become a mime to communicate with others lol. 🤫

Ruyak vs beats

The return of Ruyak vs bugs (Bugs are winning. They are in his ears).

Aww Ruyak is making sure the people of this town don’t try to sacrifice Kaelin. That’s so sweet 🥹 🤭 Attack BearFriend unlocked.

The “Hey stop flirting with my patient” is wild.

Kids holding up the beats to throw as a threat.

Chapter 3

Ruyak vs children. (The winner? Children.)

Oh no. She’s got PTSD. ☹️

“He loves you.” “We are talking about the same person, right? The mountain of fur with a face on it that’s been guarding my hut like a dragon on a treasure trove for a week?”

This healer ships them (and I do too 🙂‍↕️):

Chapter 4

Character development, Ruyak is letting people call him a “bear demon” to his face.

The Professor returns!

Ruyak vs Secretaries & Professors

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Page 108-109 had me kicking my feet and giggling like crazy! I love them.

Chapter 7

Ruyak casually breaks a tree, “But I worked so hard.” 😖

Wise words from Ruyak on pg 121 (Kaelin didn't know he had it in him lol).

Ruyak vs Kaelin’s tent. The winner? Ruyak! (Yay!)

Chapter 8

Page 138 *kiss the girl plays in the background*

Chapter 9

Hand naps 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️That is how she should sleep from now on🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

He’s ready knife the b*tch who even looks at her funny.

The random list of explanations for Kaelin is so funny to me. (149)

Kaelin let him sniff her ONE time and now he’s never going to stop.

Chapter 10

Ruyak is literally so thoughtful. He gave her flowers for the bugs and asked Leta to get Kaelin a new head scarf. 😭😭😭

He gets bit by a VENOMOUS Drake and is like:

This scene is giving Beauty and the Beast, when Beast saves Bell and she helps treats his wounds.

Chapter 11

When they pull up to the solstice celebration:

Is it bring your pet to the solstice day? Why are there so many?

The switching between the other language bit:

I guess this is how Ruyak feels when Kaelin is talking to other humans. But I NEED an exact translation please! 🥺 I wanna know what Ruyak horrible insult he said to make Lirirak clutch his pearls.

What was that guy trying to trade for Kealin? Ruyak was like: “I’m not going to sell you my f*cking wife.”

“You’re my Kaelin, is what you are.” 187. Excuse me while I go scream into the void.

Chapter 12

The other Kanai talking about their different Adinen ceremonies. Oop. Ruyak be jelly.

The fact that Kanai really have a lot of rules and expect human to already know/understand/follow them is wild to me.

Kaelin getting six silver coins. Okay Material girl💅*Bow and arrow had been aquired.*

Chapter 13

“I hate scaring you.” (204) 🥺🥺🥺

Every time they have played ‘the game’ up to this point, I’ve thought she needs to climb a tree. Now she climbs the tree! 🌲

“He needed to stop wondering what Kaelin’s little form pressed against his lips would feel like.” No. No, you don’t. It should keep you up at night until you act on it. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Chapter 14

Ruyak vs. letters (and couriers)

“Why wouldn’t my father at least write? Why didn’t he send me… something.” That’s what I’ve been saying!!!!

👏PAY👏YOUR👏CHILD👏SUPPORT!!!👏 He better have a GOOD reason ISTG 🙄

Chapter 15

“Aega, can you open your eyes?” asdfghjkl

Me after reading that chapter:

They are so precious! Him helping her through her panic attack. 😩

***

Sorry this is so long, I had a LOT to say 😅All jokes aside, thanks for reading! Book 3 part 2 is here

[birdsandbeetlesandmoths]

You made a post a couple of weeks ago about intersex Melshi and I, for one, am dying to know your thoughts? <3

OH I DID NOT CHECK MY ASKS TODAY

okay i actually have not a lot written down for this concept, as it was mostly a fleeting thought, but i really do just like the concept. i also lean some into transmasc Melshi too, which is what this might evolve into as well/dabble in

anyways, here’s my thoughts lmao:

that Melshi grew up primarily masculine presenting but had some feminine body parts and traits as he went through adolescence, like not growing much body hair until his later 20s and having chest growth as a teen. he has top surgery scars but as for anything else, well, i’ll leave it ambiguous in what i write but it’s close enough to masculine for him to be put in the male cell block on Narkina 5, but also noticeable enough for Cass to see something, maybe later one after they escape when he allows himself to actually look. (yknow, the prison’s little individuality + privacy, so the group sonics and changing rooms are very get in, get out attitudes/atmospheres)

eh, the empire seems probably still slightly close-minded, so intersex identities are still difficult to categorize in this case, however the splitting of male and female prisons in the show is also probably a product of the creators + writers not needing/wanting to consider other genders since they weren’t relevant. hence why the concept of other gendered prisons is up to us.

(this also being up my secondary argument of the absolute utter LACK of non-humans in Andor as a whole, but that’s for another time)

ANYWAY. You get what I mean. Melshi’s outward presentation was close enough to masculine to be put in the male prison.

But, I want to write some really sweet and sappy stuff for them. Because yes. Maybe some body worship because it’s me. Body worship is my favorite thing to write and I always have to write that in SOMEHOW

Like, maybe it wasn’t at all visible until Melshi wasn’t really able to grow any/little facial hair and body hair, and he had chest growth, and his two mums were just like “oh. well, i guess what do you want?” and he’s kind of like, at the time, still wants to present masculine, so they ease him into “space” puberty blockers and hormones to help him feel more comfortable in his body.

As he gets older, he experiments more and decides he likes his masc presentation the most and starts binding some and i would like to say he considers top surgery. I might write him without because I kinda, indulgently, wanna include some minor titplay in the fic im gonna write.

DAMN IM A LITTLE TOO INFLUENCED BY MY FAV WRITER GERT LATELY.

ANYWAY. Yeah, Cass knows about Melshi’s less than ordinary body in Narkina, because the group sonic showers. And he doesn’t really ask because there was never the time or the situation, nor did he feel it was all that important. But, I like to think they ahem, explored each other’s bodies a bit when they escaped. One, Melshi is extremely touch starved, two, Cass is extremely touch starved. And three, they can have hot and not that sexy sex but it’s mostly just touching and feeling because neither of them have gotten the chance to do that, Melshi even less so. Melshi hasn’t been able to share the company of anyone in what has probably been years.

. . . And this is how I stumble into aro/ace-spectrum Melshi. Not quite sure what exactly yet, but he kind of strikes me with some demiromantic vibes. though maybe i might strike that down because most of my reasoning behind it, like, explicitly, is due to circumstances and situations like the conflict and his trauma rather than specific feelings, however that influences it and still makes it valid anyway so maybe!

Also, making the “I hear you” from s1 cliff scene be their little inside “i understand and i know your pain. you’re safe here with me.” kind of phrase. like, maybe Melshi or Cass don’t want to share something out of fear or guardedness or the like, and the other says “I hear you” gently and simply and the other is given the open-door option to go on or leave it because the other is open to hearing him.

LIKE. CAUSE THEY’RE ROOMATES!!! CONFIRMED AND ALL!!!!!! still not over that okay. never ever over it.

Anyways, yurt-posting soon about them soon. Trust. (i say as i have a different major project im working on but i might write a one shot soon)

But yeah, some little moments in the jungalow. Really soft and sweet and slow because holy fuck after everything after everything after everything they need to have a moment to just stop and exist.

[feiramie]

TFOne was so peak, but it’s got me back in my AU feels.

I’ve always wanted to do a fic where Bee is young and it features a lot of Autobot family. No one come at me for ‘infantilising’- he’s quite literally a child here lol. Jazz acting as a ‘fun’ uncle, Sunny and Sideswipe acting as older brothers, Ironhide as a step in Guardian (grumpy adult and sunshine child fuel for soul)… except it’s not a happy story. There’s tragedy and trauma in the midst of a war, and the depressing descent of Bumblebee from optimistic to tainted and dark around the edges.

There’s this concept too: essentially a cybertronian has three forms. Their vehicle form, ‘bot’ form and a spark form. This is essentially a smaller version of the bot form but almost- almost resembles a human. A humanoid that has synthetic skin and hair etc… this form is a casing for their sparks. Since it’s much smaller nanotechnology is how they get from form A-C. Don’t think about it too hard (I’ll explain more… eventually). Literally just a concept I came up with ages ago and now it’s just something I HAVE to make happen. Let’s me experiment with the writing and allows me to make vulnerable scenes even more vulnerable.

If there’s anything y’all would wanna see in this fic lmk.

[bropunzeling]

can you elaborate on your sentence structure tics? and your writing process as a whole? i'm so curious!

😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

uhhh tics: i love an em dash, i love a fuck for emphasis, i love to add a sentence clause that goes [adjective] and [adjective], i love to say feels like instead of just the feeling itself, i love the word just, i apparently do not love to describe an interior space qkdhdhsifjf there are many things that i do that annoy the shit out of me!!!! idk my main goal is to get to a place where my sentences are more direct and less circular and softening if that makes ANY sense at all. right now im truly in girl, your prose (derogatory) and am hoping to reach girl, your prose (knowing yet affectionate)

process: first: idea! generally developed through talking to friends, figuring out the big beats, trying to identify the two or three things that make me go sicko yes about this concept specifically. in general i need at least one clear, distinct scene to latch onto in order to actually do the thing instead of just talk about it (as opposed to just "wouldn't x au be neat").

second is outlining! i'm a BIG outliner. i really do best having a structure to work off of. even when i try not to i still end up doing it haha. typically i list out scenes (aka vague points i wanna hit) in order and then steadily make my way through them until i have hit the end, fleshing out the vague points into specific beats as i go. if it's a really big fic i'll also have a notes app note with a similar list that gets updated when inspiration occurs

third: writing! i always write in order and i typically make myself write at least 3 to 4 times a week when i am in the thick of something. generally i just do a few 20 minute sprints per day. i typically don't have to do a ton of reworking once i start something - if it IS taking me more than one 20 minute sprint to get into a scene then that's when i know it isn't working and i have to regroup

fourth: make my friends read it so i'm not sitting with all these words by myself (typically for stuff over 20k). this is especially good for the long fic because then i can chat about where i think i am going next in terms of subplots and themes!

fifth: edit. cry. thank my wonderful betas for saving my ass from punctuation overuse. curse my wonderful betas for being like "you could cut this scene" (i can indeed cut this scene). curse myself for my use of filler words.

sixth: second round of editing by doing a draft in the ao3 posting form and then the font change is like hello did you see this big fat tYPO

seventh: yay posted time to hit refresh for comment

[sw-fic-reading-club]

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[that-fall-guy]

⭐ Hello fellow writing friend!

For the directors cut asks I hope it's not too much to ask for a commentary on our shared fic (Case 8008135) if you want. (I had so much fun with it!) Otherwise I'd love to hear more about All Ghost Stories are Love Stories.

OUGHHH I WOULD LOVE TO DO A CASE 8008135 COMMENTARY (it will be very long so I'll hide it under the cut)

But!! If you haven't read Case File 8008135: The Disappearance of Impulse EsVee and Skizz LehMan then please do, it's so unbelievably good. We put so much work into it over the 3 weeks of prep time we had and we're both super proud of it!!!

Once we'd come up with the concept (a story told entirely through found media), I knew the order of the evidence was going to do a lot of heavy lifting when it came to putting together a cohesive story. If we'd left evidence of a kind together, once the reader hit the transcripts they'd know the plot—they could click away. To create the suspense we needed, we'd have to focus on splitting up the sections. Once we had a list of the evidence, I highlighted them all with three colours to categorize them as worldbuilding, evidence, and plot. Then I rearranged them (on the list) to have a worldbuilding heavy beginning, then add a bit of plot, then slowly shift more towards evidence and plot.

The YouTube videos at the beginning were an idea we'd tossed around but hadn't quite settled on until the very end because the CSS.... ew. Props to Am, because it looks sooooo cool. I knew that, if we did add that section, I wanted it at the top: first, to show it off, and second to establish a sense of the universe. For the uninitiated, Sam and Colby (the first thumbnail) is a very popular pair of ghost hunters; they also once explored with Tommy, so I just took his outline from that thumbnail, cut it out, and pasted it in with them. I had to turn the sky red in my thumbnail because I couldn't get the red tinge from their thumbnail out of his hair lol. Insym is, of course, the Phasmophobia streamer, so we had to include him; and LoeyLane is one of my favourite other spooky streamers, and did a video on McKamey Manor.

The Yelp reviews (I have been informed they just broke this morning... thank you for fixing them Am!) set the scene—folks are spooked, and we're in or around Maple and Brule (small towns in Northern Wisconsin where I grew up). It's also the first instance of ghost text, although you likely won't notice it on your first time through.

The first article is our first heavy lore drop, explaining the doctors (E.V. Ilxisuma and Hels Knight) and introducing a conflict between them. When I was writing my article (the second one, super long) I was like, 'Oh, well obviously I'll use Pix as the author, he already does a lot of archival stuff so he's perfect!' and then I scroll back up and see we've both had the same idea?? So I, after a very long, boring, intense writing session, decided 'Eh, this is Pix's grandson, Pix III.' And I went to bed. But can I just point out the beautiful formatting of the articles? Because I love it so much. They're beautiful <3

The HR complaint establishes Sunny Meadows as a case only GIGGS could solve, and references (of course) a variety of other MCYTers for the funsies.

Am did such a wonderful job capturing the characters' voices in the texts and transcripts, and I just tried to follow through by implementing capitalization errors as I think they use. Impulse uses a lot of emojis— :) :> <3 o.o—and while I know that he doesn't use capitalization, I needed someone in the groupchat to use capitalization, so I gave it to the responsible dad. The texts are from Skizz's phone, which was recovered from the 'crime scene' by investigators. Gem later references the time of these texts in her witness statement.

The receipts!!!!! I'm exposing Am, she made the receipts and they look wonderful but you don't wanna know how long she spent making the Kwik-Trip receipt look as accurate as possible lmao. But it does! It looks incredible. It also holds one of my favourite ghost text moments lol.

And finally! Our first radio transcript! I had volunteered to write some of the transcripts, but Am is just too good at capturing character voice, and I'm glad she was willing to write them in the end. I just went through with a few grammatical edits. I will say, I learned a week or so ago that the ghost types are supposed to be capitalized.... which seems wrong to me. So they're all common nouns in our fic. I'm not sorry. I love the cutoff point for this transcript—in such a dark fic, the '"I'm going to chuck it at you." (Laughing) "You'd miss."' felt like the perfect place to cut the transcript and bring in a bit of that nervous happiness that comes when you're reading a tragedy. The dramatic irony of knowing the characters are going to die and all that.

Ah the witness statements! The first section so far that I've actually written lol. Scar's was the most painful because my method was to just tune into a stream, but when I tuned into Scar's he was in a very compelling frozen pickle discussion which turned into an anti-AI rant, so I couldn't just ignore what he was saying and write. Instead I spent half an hour actually invested in his stream before I could get anything done. Scar's witness statement is pretty useless from the detectives' PoV, but what can ya do?

The journal was really funny, I threw it together super fast. I'm very happy with Skizz's little doodle of their new outfits, it's just fun and cute. Adds a bit of lightness to combat the fic's weight.

We debated over who was the one to report the incident. Generally we wanted it to be an Emperor, and I mainly decided Scott because his witness statement would be easy to write (I understand his voice) and he's played Phasmo before. Skizz's ghost text is perfect lmao I love it. Absolutely something he'd say.

From Gem's witness statement I wanted to give readers the takeaway that Gem put in the work to figure out the timeline of what happened. The transition from her saying the ghost probably killed them to the transcript wherein the ghost kills them is... chef's kiss.

Boo! appearing image! That one's so fun to find. Back in July or August or so, I actually spent like 12 hours making my own copies of the UV prints by extracting them from the game because I needed them for a Powerpoint night, but I deleted them afterwards because why would I ever need those? The image you see in the fic was found on the internet. I'm disappointed in myself lol. The blood splatter was also a really cool detail that I love! I also found that one on the internet... but why reinvent the wheel, I suppose? The ghost text during hunts! Yes details! Am really brought my worldbuilding from the therapy journal to life with the ghost's hidden text moments. Impulse's scream there is from his Hermitcraft s9, when he was just chilling in his storage room and Pearl jumpscared him. The death sound is from the stream where they taught Pearl and Oli how to play.

I wrote the therapy journal in a few sittings because I kept hitting points where I just didn't know where to take it. I was, of course, trying to write from the point of view of a man in the mental hospital for a reason, but his problems were less intense before the doctors tried to step in. The character is based on Francis Delilez, who did murder his brother-in-law and referred to the voices compelling him as 'demoniacs.' His book is linked after the article, and I used it as a very influential source when writing any of the historical lore. My general concept for his treatment was that the medicine gives him a Hels; when medicated, he believes the pain (headache) grounds him to his body and lessens the delusions. His suicide attempt is an attempt to tether himself more, gone wrong.

Grian's statement is the most thorough and informative, giving detectives a rough idea of the events leading up to the deaths. I wanted to be more specific about their system, but Skizz likes to switch it up to mess with Impulse so I really couldn't make blanket statements like "Skizz takes the basement and Impulse takes the first floor."

The detectives were a rather last minute addition in the grand scheme of things! We didn't really plan their strong presence from the beginning, but realized they were necessary in order to move the plot forward (and also obstruct the plot lol). Frank Columbo, the experienced and collected detective, is of course a reference to the titular character of the show Columbo. John Dalton, the spooked newbie, is a reference to Jack Dalton from the original MacGyver, a character always getting himself into awkward and deadly scrapes.

Tango's statement was hard to write simply because he wouldn't actually know anything useful, but I wanted so badly for him to have information. Oh well. He's the one who identified and explained equipment from the evidence collection for the detectives.

The evidence images took so long to collect. I needed a picture of the objectives—the ghost event one was supposed to be "escape a ghost hunt" but the other two were what we intended, so once I got those objectives I decided to settle for that screenshot lol. Am had written some descriptions before I started trying for the pictures, so I had some guidance. The candles being next to the crucifix was easy enough, as was a random picture of the door to the padded room (framed like an interaction photo). I couldn't force the ghosts to be in the correct room, unfortunately, so the photos are mostly from other rooms. The ghost photo is notably from the entryway—and didn't glitch as much as I'd wanted it to, so I threw it into my photo editor and added some aftereffects and such for a better effect. The first time I tried to get a ghost photo, I got 3 stars but discovered the ghost had been a phantom. The Worst Luck lmao. The Employee of the Month certificate is absolutely perfect—it's in the evidence section because it was supposedly on the wall of the truck, but of course I can't fake that in-game. Paul Tergyst, their boss, is a play on poltergeist. I also have to say that getting a monkey paw photo was AWFUL. I'd show up and the cursed object would be missing? And after like ten attempts I found they were just glitched into the floor. I had to go to every spot and try to pull the cursed object out of the floor, and then it took so long to actually get the monkey paw (had to do a custom level that just gave me the monkey paw). Skizz's death scream is unfortunately a bit cut off because someone else started talking as his second scream ended, and I had to edit that out. I really don't remember which stream that's from and I didn't label the file :/

I loved Joker's statement! I managed to tune into the end of one of Joker's streams (it was late at night) and oh how I've missed him playing Phasmo honestly. I'm so glad he finally returned to the Phasmobros recently! Please oh please I want another JITS reunion stream so bad now that Jokes is feeling better.

Ah, the article. The Article. This took me so long, I wrote it in one sitting referencing Delilez' book constantly. It's a 1.6k essay on real things that happened at the Northern Wisconsin Hospital in Winnebago, WI. I changed the city and name, and we added MCYT characters, but the facts in the article are all true to real life unfortunately. The ghost's name, James Norfolk, is a reference to the Norfolk hospital, the medical records of which I used to create James' files. Pneumonia was the most common reported cause of death for males at the Norfolk hospital during the year of his fictional death.

The Google search histories were just fun little ways to show poor John's descent into paranoia and terror. The code for these sections is so incredibly finicky, really just awful. Broke every time we tried to make an edit to the draft. Personally I'm a fan of "escort hiring near me" -> "escort security hiring near me -sex"

The interview with Grian is so fun. Here is a man who knows exactly what happened and how to resolve the case. And here are two men who are going to do everything possible to stop him from doing that. Now make them talk. The officers lying to Grian about evidence was absolutely perfect to raise the tension and further the scene. Dalton cracking first out of desperation is such beautiful characterization—the loaded exchange between him and Columbo at that point is perfect. I do have to mention that, while I in no way coded the CSS or HTML, I formatted this transcript (via copy-paste) and adding timestamps was the bane of my existence the whole time. I had to consider how slowly people talk, how much empty space there is between statements... awful!

I just have to point out that the kids ribbing each other in the gc sounds so real and organic!!!

The big meaty action-scene transcript! The poor detectives think they're being clever. The jinn slows its LoS speedup because Impulse and Skizz turn off the breaker from beyond—while dead players can't manipulate the breaker, it can be turned on an off during a hunt by a living player, so we nixed the first mechanic in favour of the second. I played a couple rounds to test this. I died the first time, oops (it was dark and I walked into the ghost...) but the second time I made it to the breaker downstairs in Sunny Meadows. I turned it on as the ghost rounded the corner, turned it off knowing I was cornered, and the ghost changed speeds. Somehow I managed to get a jinn while testing a theoretical jinn mechanic?? I won't question the universe I guess, just a very strange coincidence. In the meantime, Grian's "I hope this works" is him guessing jinn and leaving. The mechanic we went for was that dead players revive when the living players drive off with the correct ghost type identified.

The reunion gc is just fun, them razzing the dads because of course. We also throw readers a bone if they haven't yet found out about the ghost text by showing it off via Impulse and Skizz's texts.

[twainxavier]

Resending this ask because Tumblr is a functional website 🤣🙄

I wanna know about You Know I'm Such A Fool For You! And also the embroidery projects you're working on👀

Yep, trying to answer this ask for over a day at this point had been entertaining at least 😅👌 but yes, if tumblr will let me, of course! 😊🫂💜

Okay so this fic is basically my child I adore it so much and I have barely started writing it 😅 Instead I transcripted over 6,000 words (so far) of DBD scenes that I want to include in the fic to make sure I got them right 😅👌 The general concept is the Cat King fixing his mistakes 🤣 So the fic starts from the Catwin forest scene and goes through most of the following events from the series with the Cat King actively trying to help Edwin and the others 😊

As for the snippet, I want to include a kind of long section from the end of the forest scene where the Cat King chases after Edwin in his cat form to try save him from Esther's trap again...

“If you walk away from me that thing is never coming off and you'll be trapped here forever and I will stop playing nice.”

His fists clench as he tries to contain a strange mix of rage and fear unlike anything he has felt in his long years. He doesn't even turn to see if Edwin is even still within earshot.

“Do you hear me I will stop fucking playing nice!” he yells into the emptiness of the forest surrounding him.

He knows Edwin is gone now. He knows he isn't coming back. And he knows it is definitely his fault.

If he hadn't trapped Edwin here for his own games, he wouldn't have ended up on Esther's radar, and he wouldn't be in the center of a worse than deadly trap right now. The Cat King can smell a forest elemental far larger than the little ones that were skittering around earlier swallowing up deer ghosts. Edwin and his little friends are in serious danger. And the Cat King just let him storm off right back into Esther's grasp.

Now who's the idiot.

With a deep sigh, a steadying breath, and a flurry of purple flame, the Cat King in cat form chases after Edwin.

The only issue is, this damn forest is such a maze he has lost him already. He feels like he is running in circles, panic increasing at the thought that he might never see Edwin again to apologise for fucking everything up. A loud roar from somewhere nearby utterly freezes him in his tracks. The forest elemental. Esther has found them.

He sprints as fast as his four legs can carry him in the direction of the roar, but when he sees it he stops in his tracks. It's fucking massive, so huge that he knows immediately that he will not be able to stop it or send it back to whatever realm it is supposed to be in. Fuck. He inches closer, trying to get a better view of what's going on. Esther is indeed here, clearly in control of the thing for now, and a deep sigh leaves him when he sees all three of those idiots just stood there facing down their certain erasing from existence. He's about to run in and distract Esther so the boys and their psychic can get the fuck out of here, when the elemental suddenly grabs Edwin and Charles in far too many tentacles and starts dragging them towards its face mouth thing.

The Cat King can't seem to get himself to move and help somehow. In a blink Crystal is on the ground, and the situation is escalating far beyond control. He has to do something, anything. Ester is leaning over over Edwin saying something the Cat King can just about make out over the muffled screams of the ghosts and the roar of the forest elemental. 

“God I love final moments.”

That damned bird who stole his love's first kiss swoops over head, cawing like he didn't just lead them into this, and the Cat King's rage bubbles over.

He leaps at Esther, scratching her back and leaping away again, trying to draw her away from the boys in the hope one of these idiots has a plan. Ester lets out a screech and whirls round to face him with an irritated grunt. He hisses at her and arches his back. If this bitch wants a fight, he'll give it to her.

“Of course. You mangy little Cat King. You couldn't leave my business well enough alone, could you?” Ester grasps her cane and stalks towards him.

He dives in again to scratch her legs then dodges a swing of her cane. He uses the opening to scratch her arm, then scampers backwards. He's trying to draw her away from the boys, and somehow it's working. Edwin and Charles are still holding on to something, still fighting, so he has to help. Using a tree as a springboard, the Cat King leaps up and manages scratch directly on Esther's face. The victory is short lived however, as on the way down, Esther swings that damned iron cane of hers straight into him.

The hit lands on his torso, sending him flying into the same tree he had just leapt off. He knows instantly that several of his ribs are broken, and no matter how hard he tries he can't push himself back up off the ground. 

He can't save Edwin.

Tears start to blur his vision, but he watches as Ester turns away from him, and walks directly back over to the boys. With no idea what else to do, he just screams at her.

“KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF OF HIM!”

She turns back around, the smirk on her face clear even from this distance. The Cat King is just happy she isn't looming over Edwin anymore, even if his shout means she is going to come and kill him instead. He's got more lives to live, Edwin doesn't.

She doesn't even make it two steps before Crystal has suddenly barreled into her, knocking them both to the ground.

The Cat King watches the ensuing fight in utter shock as Crystal does a better job of beating the shit out of Esther than he managed to do. He is still trying to force himself back up off of the ground, and keeping one eye on the boys just in case, when he sees Edwin lose his grip with one arm. He lets out a screech and tries even harder to get up and get back to the boys so he can help somehow. He also watches as Esther gains the upper hand in the fight, pinning Crystal to the floor only to then drag her back up and send her flying across the forest.

With all the effort he can muster, the Cat King forces himself to stand, and start limping towards Edwin. Perhaps if he scratches the forest elemental and pisses it off enough, it will take him instead. Edwin and Charles both lose their grip, and the Cat King is running before he even realises it. They manage to catch another part of the forest floor but this time it's Charles who almost slips. The Cat King doesn't care, if one of them goes, they both go, and he won't let that happen. He continues to sprint towards them, ignoring the burning in his lungs.

Esther's foot lands a blow in the same place her cane had, and she kicks him across the forest.

He lands hard, yet again too far away to help, and this time with his vision blurring from the pain. The muffled screams intensify for a moment, and he just has to lay there and hope that neither of the boys are gone.

“Stupid cat,” he hears Esther comment, and in all honesty, he can't help but agree.

He was stupid. Stupid to believe Edwin would let him save him and come back for Charles and Crystal. Stupid to think he could take on Esther and actually make a difference. Stupid to think that he would actually be able to help.

Crystal was on her knees on the floor, too far away to help, the Cat King was barely conscious at this point, Edwin and Charles were losing their grip. It was over.

I really hope you enjoyed this snippet and apologies for the cliffhanger! 😅 I am still working on this fic and hope I will be able to start posting it soon! 😊🫂💜

[specialgradefckr]

hello, I will call myself the 🦕 anon.

I am here to put my brain to rest after I'm done gushing about nerd gojo. He's my favourite Satoru out of all your Satorus (he's basically a pokemon atp, MY PIKACHUUUU)

In this essay I will highlight my favourite sentences and why I like them.

("i think i can fit if" - shut up!!! who asked!!!)

This sentence really sums up reader imo. I mean, getting offended at satoru HELPING us bully him 😂😂😂 she's sooo mean!! And also seems slightly helpless if anything. I mean, if she were as strong as she'd like to believe, physically, she WOULD have been able to shobe him in without his help. Insecure much? But cute. SO cute.

Love how she chewed him out for being hard at being bullied tooonzjakznxx this whole thing STARTED coz gojo got hard 😭😭😂😂 (am I a JOKE to you!?) I mean... I would have taken it as a compliment lmao. But reader is sooo.... Zesty.

("hey, hey, heyyyyyy don't do that," satoru whines, "i get migraines!")

He's soo... touch-me-not plant coded. Such a delicate darling LEMME SMOOCH YOUR CHEEKIE MY GOJI-BERRY!! I'm so.. if I were reader, my next tactic would have been to wrap him head to toe in bubble sheets. And the tape it really tightly. 'If you're so fragile, we should keep you safe, YES SATORU!?'

And another favourite scene is satoru getting possessive over his bully ,😭😭 when he tells her ("I don't have other bullies. You're not bullying anyone else, are you?") *Insert puppy eyes* oodododkdkjs I wanna BITE him.

This is SUCH an og concept. READER IS SO PISSED DO YOU NOT GET IT SATORU!? she's livid and you're here getting possessive over your BULLY!!? She called it 'hate mail' 😭😭 and Suguru KNEW what's upjskskxjxjnxnc hahahahha 😂😂😂 three people with three very different ideas of what's going on. And only Suguru had the full story akakskzkjx coz reader doesn't know who left it there.

Suguru who's playing matchmaker, I'm sure he doesn't even know what awaits him coz I feel that once he's been kissed? Ohhh gojo's imagination is having a PARTY!! and Suguru will have to listen to EVERY EXPLICIT DETAIL OF HIS SEXUAL FANTASIES that are about to get even MORE effed up *evil laughter* 😈😭😂😈😭😂 his suffering is so sweet to me. To us, i believe I speak for all your readers haahahaha

Now the worms in my body are slightly more at rest. In the next essay i plan to expand on any headcanons that strike me/any questions I have.

Yours desperately,

🦕

Rawwr

i got this ask AGES ago and am just now getting to it sfgkshgfdg but WHAT A THROWBACK! i'm really glad you enjoyed it so much, this was one of the asks that kept me on a roll when i was writing it. gosh bully!reader is so fun to write.

it was SO FUN to write all of that banter like. hehehe. reader is outright MEAN sometimes but gojo is either too smitten, too funny, or too dubious for us to take it seriously, or if he isn't, the reader starts to kinda feel bad... this is kinda our hint that reader is not a genuinely cruel person, and also doesn't genuinely dislike gojo, either.

and the HATE MAIL akshdkfgldshg that was so spur of the moment but also soooo fun! i was reading it like "reader would not like the sound of that" lol then i came up with the idea of reader interacting with it, and then all the rest kinda followed suit.

they're just. such a comedic iconic duo. the grumpy tsundere who does actually care deep down and masks it under a million layers of meanness, and satoru who is so unspeakably smitten with you (AND your meanness) that he's following along like a lovesick puppy huhuhue.

it's so obvious to everyone else who pays attention, too (which means just suguru lol). like gojo instantly snaps at anyone who tries to "help" him or even tell you off, and no matter how much you claim to hate gojo or be annoyed by him, you always give him your attention. you even spend all this time studying with him (just using him to get better grades, of course).

and SUGURU'S REACTIONS,,, i am just as bad as gojo because those are some of the most fun parts to write XD i think you can tell with the later fics too. gojo and geto's back and forth is just hilarious, i love it so much.

thank you for all your kind words, and your interest in the series hehehe. i have definitely got a lot of inspiration going for it hehehe~