#I’m thinking of polishing this up properly and posting

[thefakeearlhasafancyeye]

Would people read a canon divergence fic about real Ciel snitching on our Ciel about his contract to Francis tho…just curious

[fon-master-ion]

Erm,,,,,,,feeling unhinged so (posts unfinished sketches cutely at 10 at night)

[potol0ver]

Ask; Hello, I read you have your request open, and I really like how you write about Erik. So, if you feel in the mood, I like some scenario (GN or AFAB) in which y/n starts to work ato Opera House like an skilled effect artist and one night, when y/n finally has some time free and alone, Erik found her playing something like ROxxanne tango with the cello, because she play it but only for herself.

Tags; Fluff, GN reader (you and yours),

A/N; Hey, I’ve been silent for a while and I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t motivated to post any fics and was in writers block. Now I need to focus on my health because a serious health concern has come up for me, so I apologize for continuing to be radio silent. I’m a little out of it while I’m writing this so I’m sorry, Please injoy this fic, it will most likely be the last for a while. (You may continue sending asks just be warned I might not be able to get to it for a couple of reasons.)

With a heavy sigh you put aside your art peice, a stage mask that just wasn’t holding up to your standards. You’ve painted over your dried paint and wiped it off to many times to count already. Your hands had become shaky long ago as you sit at your desk that was in an obscure corner of the Opera house.

You push your chair back that gave a screech and sluggishly walked back to your small room in the Opera house. Thankfully it looks like none of your roommates are in the room which means you can properly relax and wind down. Most importantly in your mind, it means you can practice your cello without disturbing anyone.

Quickly you set up your space, adjusting your chair, setting up your music stand, making sure your bow has enough rosin. Flipping to your favorite cello peice you take a breath and start playing. Letting your fingers and how move on the strings fluently, you we’re getting entranced by your cello. Unknown to you, you weren’t the only one being entranced.

Somewhere deep in the Opera house, the Phantom can hear your playing faintly thanks to the echoing of the monumental walls. Intrigued, Erik quietly yet softly made his way to you until he could hear you clearly. Leaning against a wall he let his eyes shut and get wrapping up in your music, loving where you crescendoed and adding your own flare.

When you got to the end of the piece and pause your playing to find another to play, he finally peeked a look at you. He thought you would’ve been apart if the orchestra, but he didn’t recognize you, it also looked your your cello while well kept, was quite old to. Erik became very fascinated by you now, he started by “testing” you. Slipping new and harder pieces for you to try, and if you did play them he’d be happily surprised with how well you make the notes come to life.

Next, after you passed his “test”, he worked hard to see if he can find you a proper newer cello. Only the best for his new found talent, that day by day he was slowly falling for. The more he became infatuated with you he got more determined to find a cello to match your one of a kind soul.

After a while he did find a very good cello, a one of a kind, just for you. So, Erik made quick work to insure it’s yours. He personally polished and cleaned it, making sure no scratches were on the instrument. While you were working hard at your props job for the play, he made diligent work to set up the present in your new room. That of course was also a present from him. How could he let his musical muse share a room with a bunch of strangers?

Leaning the cello against the bedside table he placed a rose and a note next to it. Despite watching you for so long and being so devoted to you, he never got to the courage to say anything to you. Hopefully the grand presents will be a good first impression.

Groggily you walk back to your room, only to be told you don’t sleep there any more. Which after the long day you had of making props wasn’t good for your anxiety. As you followed the directions to your new room, you think about how you could’ve gotten on the bad side of someone to get an even more run down place to sleep in than what you have already had.

All of those thoughts quickly got washed away when you opened the door to your new room. It had everything you needed to live alone, a small kitchen/living room, a nice bedroom with a decent sized closet, even a space to practice your cello. You were so stunned at what you did to deserve this new room that you didn’t question how everything you own was already there.

Quickly, your eyes caught the sight of the luxurious cello next to your new bed. Gently you caressed it, looking over all of the fine details, it looked like a masterpiece that was specifically catered to you. The red rose next to the cello caught your eye next, along with the letter that had a skull stamp.

Carefully opening the letter you scanned the words, a mixture of your emotions sitting in your stomach as you read.

“My dear, I have heard you playing for a while now, and I must say the way you make the notes come to life is hauntingly stunning. You have caught my interest in the best way.

I know you haven’t seen me or heard me before, which is why I hope your new room and house warming gifts are a good first impression. If you wish, I can also arrange a seat for you in the opera’s orchestra so you don’t have to continue working in the messy arts department.

P.S. If it’s not to much to ask, I would like to hear back from you, so please consider us to be pen pals now. Also, if you ever need a quiet place to practice you can always come to my lair to whine down, maybe that way we can play music together.

~Yours devotedly O.G.”

A single thought ran through your mind as a mixture of unease and swooning butterflies ran through you…

What have you gotten yourself into?

[sapphic-agent]

Long post ahead 😥

So I started to watch “welcome to demon school! Iruma kun!” And it’s really good and funny, and even if it’s has its own actions and interests plot! Lots of the plot happens in the school! Because, the school is in the title of work.

While in my hero academia it’s less academia and more “I forget the title of my own manga so I’m bullshitting stuff up at this point.” And “gore for the sake of gore and shock value”

When I first started MHA I expected to see more academia in the manga considering the title, and more school and slice of life chapters. But now it’s a shitty mess that I don’t know how to describe it, izuku been more in an hospital bed than there was shown good moments between class 1a.

Welcome to demon school, Iruma kun! Kinda shows what’s could happened, Iruma is adored by his classmates because he kind, and the manga and anime express that adoration in lots of ways and I like it.

Both Iruma and izuku are similar in lots of aspects and kindness is one of them. But I also want to point out how different their authors treat them;

Hori and Nishi obviously treat them differently in their writings and it’s showing on how they prototype their main characters, Iruma is adored; Nishi loves her main character so much, she loves Iruma and she passionately write his story. He drawn beautifully and with care, shining like a diamond everywhere he goes.

Hori hates izuku, he dislike him so much he willing to torture him and go to extreme lengths with it. The class while I do think likes him they don’t adore him, there aren’t moments of adoration between izuku and the class (never mind the fact that there almost no moments of the class bonding with izuku)

Now, Hori loves Bakugou. He loves the brat so much, and you can see it with how he drawn and how the class adores him (and also the amount of moments Bakugou has with the class compared to izuku)

Hori abandoned a diamond(izuku) for a coal(Bakugou), while Nishi polished the diamond to perfection and showed him all the care in the world.

Anyway, have a nice week. I recommend watching “Welcome to demon school, Iruma kun!” It’s adorable, and if you love Izuku you would like Iruma kun.

Thank you for the suggestion! It sounds awesome.

Yes, Horikoshi somehow forgot the premise of his own manga along the way. And it's so funny because a big criticism is that 1A as a whole isn't properly developed, which would have been easily fixed if he had focused more on Academia.

But the problem with this is UA itself. Aizawa doesn't teach, All Might is new, and the rest of the teachers are ignored into oblivion. For being the best hero school in the world, it doesn't put much stock into its students.

Apparently, Aizawa stans don't see the fact that while he was making every concession for Bakugou, five of his other students failed the final exam. Horikoshi's favoritism of Bakugou makes every other character look worse

[blixabargelds]

Silly question but is your Superstar AU a large wip? I see a lot of really cool worldbuilding snippets in MOTA tags but I haven’t seen a full fic so maybe I’m just very out of the loop 😅

yes it’s an absolutely ginormous wip 😭 i think i maybe haven’t explained this fully n get asked it a lot so i’ll try break it down with the least spoilers bits jgjgkgjk

it’s Probably going to be structured as a series. our big plan has five of these arcs/ eras so it’ll Probably be five fics in one big series. it kinda does have seasons like a tv show lol

and then each drop down tab on all of these arcs is a big detailed plot breakdown of events in that time that alternate gale (written by me) and john (written by my tumblr-shy bestie elo) pov. so theoretically each one of those would be a chapter in each fic

HOWEVER some of these pov drop downs are much shorter than others so for pacing we might end up fucking w the chapter structure who knows. our plan is like 50k or something alone it’s very detailed we know almost everything that’s going to happen at least to some extent.

these are all scene drafts on our plan doc (text blurred for spoilers obvs)

we have 23 of them so technically we have 23 scenes/ wips but we’ve got way more unfinished scenes in our respective docs.

icr how much we’ve written in total so far it’s near 100k. we’re planning on posting it chronologically with hopefully scheduled weekly updates but we’re pretty much finishing at least a rough version of the whole thing before we feel comfortable polishing n posting it properly from the start. it’s bc it’s so huge and detailed and parts we write later keep changing parts we’ve planned for earlier scenes so we don’t wanna start putting it up before we have our own very clear image of how the entire thing is gna flow start to finish. idk if i can estimate how long it’ll be in total but like. hundreds of thousands of words 😭

so yeah. it’s a huge wip we actively work on p much every day. and we are sorry it’s taking so long to actually get out there properly lmaoo but now u can see why and also well hopefully it’s bc it’s gna be rly good 😭 but bc we have soooo much plan and so many chapters worked on that’s why it’s easy to post snippets, answer questions, fill prompts w the characters etc in the meantime until we get it out to you. and we appreciate them so so soooo much so pls never stop and thank yall for the patience ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[sakascal]

All Love's Luxuries

It's finally here! I did it! I finished my first E rated story and posted it. Yesterday, in fact, but then I ran out of time and couldn't blog about it anymore.

This is a direct follow-up to With Her as Our Witness.

Summary: Aziraphale is back from Heaven, and they had finally had a good talk. And made out in the Bentley. But the Bentley really isn't the place for a good first time, especially not when you've been waiting for thousands of years and - okay, so Crowley would have been fine with the Bentley. But Aziraphale wants to go somewhere more comfortable, and if there is one thing Crowley always tries to do, it's to give Aziraphale whatever he wants.

CW/tags: smut, fluff, explicit sex, some snake traits (hissing, teeth), Crowley POV

17k words (all in one chapter, because I couldn't find a good point to split it into two chapters), all of it fluff, banter and smut. This one definitely earned its E rating!

Appreciation/Thank yous: A big thank you to you lovely people of Whickber Street Writer's Association (@whickberstreetwriters, love you people!) and especially my lovely beta readers who really helped me polish this up and made it so much better than it would have been otherwise: @playdohangel, @azeutreciathewicked, @springofviolets, @angie-words, @rofell.

Also, thank you, @ines2925, for your wonderful feedback and insight when I asked for help with my very first cover!

As always, kudos, comments and shares are very welcome and appreciated!

Excerpt

“Not here.” Crowley snorted and grabbed Aziraphale by the waistband, pulling him along. “Come with me.”

He led him through the plant room and took a left to his bedroom.

“Glass wall? Where is the door?” came the incredulous voice from behind.

“It’s stylish, angel.”

“It’s also very… open.”

“We made out in the Bentley.” He chuckled as he pulled Aziraphale to stand at the foot of the bed. “Bit late for this now. And there’s no one here but us.”

“The plants are here.”

“Sit.” Crowley lifted an eyebrow in disbelief and pushed Aziraphale to sit down. “The plants can’t see.”

“They can hear.”

“As can the Bentley,” he said with a huff, and pushed Aziraphale’s legs apart with his foot. “As I remember, we were making some quite lewd noises earlier.”

Oh, this time he could watch the blush spread down his chest. How adorable. And hot. And yet he knew that the smile that was spreading over his face - against his wish - was nothing but adoring.

He held Aziraphale’s face gently in his hands and placed a soft kiss on those stunned lips.

“Look, I’m sure she didn’t care. Didn’t she try to encourage us to continue? And the plants are used to all kinds of noises from me,” he told the angel pointedly.

“Oh.” Aziraphale looked around as if he was only properly seeing the bedroom now. Crowley watched with interest as his fingers slid over his sheets, feeling them. “You have– uh, in here?”

“Just this morning.” Crowley sank to his knees and winked at his angel. “Thinking of you.”

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[sailorofruins]

Yo can you write some Stardew Valley Sebastian x gn! Reader, please ? Any sort of fluff drabble or oneshot please <3 thank you !!!!

hey! sorry this took balls forever dude i genuienlyforgot i made a post, but yes! i did end up doing this :3 it's crossposted on ao3.

Sebastian x Gender-Neutral Reader -- Fluff

___

Waking up in the mornings with Sebastian was never boring.

Was it eventful? No, but it never made you yearn to get out of bed.

It did quite the opposite, actually.

Sebastian had poor circulation, so he was pretty cold most of the time. This meant he would curl up to you during the night similarly to a cat.

You’d always wake up in the morning to Sebastian holding you close, as if you’d disappear if he even dared to let go. This morning, you woke up first, but couldn’t dare to remove yourself from your sanctuary. Farming could wait.

You stroked Sebastian’s dark hair, running your fingers through the dyed strands. Sometimes you wondered what it’d be like if he let his orange roots grow out…

A sleepy chuckle left your throat, vibrations rumbling in your chest causing Sebastian to stir a bit. He had his head tucked into your chest, and with the sudden gentle movements of you chuckling, he raised his head to look at you.

“What’re you giggling about?” His voice was deeper than usual due to him just waking up. You found it endearing. You could almost compare him to a black cat with his mannerisms.

“Thought of somethin’ funny, not much.” You shrugged, and Sebastian’s brow furrowed.

“What’s funny?” He frowned as he lifted his head from your chest to look at you properly.

“You’ll hate me…” You dramatically looked away, dragging out your words like a guilty toddler.

“Well now I wanna know more, you idiot.” He rolled his eyes, and you let out a chuckle. You smiled down at his grumpy face before he shifted closer to your face until your noses were nearly touching.

“No, but seriously, what were you thinking about?” Sebastian’s expression looked firm, but you could’ve swore he was pouting, “It’s gonna be bothering me all day otherwise.”

You smiled and guided his head back down to lay on your chest, and you felt his arms curl around your torso to hold you close.

“I was just imagining you without your hair dye…” You paused, and you felt Sebastian’s dark eyes staring holes into your face.

“No…” He narrowed his stare at you.

“All ginger and whatnot, all pretty and vibrant, just like the autumn leaves…”

“Stop talking.”

“You’d be just like the pumpkin soup you love so much!” You started giggling, but he plopped a hand over your mouth. You glanced down. His nail polish was chipping.

“Nuh uh,” You could see a rosy tint on his face, “no way. Never. If I ever consider going red, you kill it, because that ain’t me.”

You lifted a hand off of him to remove the hand over your mouth.

“But you’d be so cute! Like a lil’ orange kitty…” You purse your lips and you can tell Sebastian can’t help but stare at them.

“Nah, I’m more of a black cat sorta guy,” Sebastian scooted up to plant a soft kiss on your lips, moving down to your chin, and finally finishing his trail right above your collarbone. You felt your cheeks warm up, and you proceeded to cup Sebastian’s face.

You two stared at each other for a few moments before you met into a kiss, this one deeper than the one that Sebastian left previously. The both of you stayed that way for a bit before pulling away, looking into each other’s eyes in the comfortable silence.

You saw Sebastian’s sleepy morning smile curl on the sides to widen, making yours do the same.

“… Just let me see you ginger once?”

“I’m making coffee…” Sebastian pushed himself off of the bed, and despite his words, he had an amused smile on his face.

“No, Sebastian, Come back, I'm Sorry!” You giggled your way after him.

[ran-orimoto]

[ Looooooooong time ago, in March ,I reckon, I posted a The Rescuers Junzumi AU sketchdump I’m very affectionate to and it wasn’t really something that unpredictable I would eventually write something for it soon. In truth, I initially wrote this very small oneshot just for myself in my free time (I stupidly feel cringe while writing about AUs and that’s a very stupid part of me I’m trying defeating just like the fankids one), but then a friend convinced me I could share it with the world as a prompt for Flufftober. I mean, why not, I told myself. Am I commiting some crime throwing stories I put 0 efforts in into the net🤣🤣🤣? Mind you, I did polish this ,tho. It used to be terrible ahahah. ]

{ Intermezzo you wouldn’t expect } aka a short one-shot for Fluffoctober about a The Rescuers AU -> •Stormy night

XXX

“Signorina Izumi, keine Sorge! No need to worry! I’m an expert in reading maps and orientating myself even in the thickest mist, ah!” The stocky man opened a piece of wrinkled and yellowish paper. His brown eyes, darkened by the blackness of a rainy night, were apparently scanning the drawings before them as he frantically searched for something he would never find. Of course.

Actually, Izumi had noticed it from the start: how he hadn’t paid a crumb of attention to what he was doing, attracted and distracted by who knew what else he might think it was more interesting than their invaluable mission. For example, if he had been focused on the map he was holding for real, he would have noticed it was upside down from the unnatural shape the venetian calle and the lagoon had, making it seem a whole sea was going to overflow and swallow the entire city.

Due to her usual courtesy and politeness, she had been wondering how she should tell him about that, if she should at that point since, after all, she could rely on herself and let him play those detective games in his silly world.

Who had ever needed a companion in a first place? She had been travelling around the world for ages knowing she could only trust her own strength, her determination no one else, -modestly speaking-, owned with such an intensity, her spirit. The only mate she had ever needed was the voice of the wind, as kind and reassuring as always, immutable, no matter where she was sent to.

Did those people from up there really believe she couldn’t deal with that situation on her own, she couldn’t take care of herself, she needed someone by her side, a man, nonetheless. From her perspective, from what she had been able to grasp so far, he was the one clearly needing help the most between them, not even being able to speak italian properly and messing it with japanese and german words.

And yet, she had chosen him when they had allowed her to do that, -at least!-. She had, though she had just assisted to a scene in which he was about to get electrocuted after he had voluntereed for the job. She didn’t even know who he truly was, now that she thought about that…Not that she had ever felt that need, either: to socialize with others from the society.

It was enough to be aware they all were adults wanting to help unlucky kids in the best way they could, through money or other types of support, -even, yes, those kinds consisting in sticking your nose in issues that were much bigger than you actually are-. What their life was like out there, who they actually were had never been important. Nobody cared, -and should know, in her opinion-, about the fact she was a flight attendant who would often find herself on modelling magazines or cat walks. And ,in return, she would survive in the obscurity, not ever finding out who he was, where he came from, how old he was, if he was married or not, - without doubts, the latter option held the predictable truth in itself-.

She had always been la Signorina Orimoto, but he had been quick at cutting to the chase and calling her la Signorina Izumi, showing no decency but not surprising her with that in the least.

And he was…Junpei-San…? He had introduced himself like that and she had also heard others addressing him in that way or with a simple Junpei. Against all the odds, he seemed to be known by many members and some seemed to appreciate him a ton, despite the clumsiness he had never managed to hide.

”Junpei-San,” A gloved hand on her chest, she finally interrupted his mumbling, which was the reason why she had eventually decided she couldn’t just let him be like that. The incoherent noises coming from his mouth were so annoying they were interfering with her own stream of consciousness. “Junpei-San!”

”Yes, Signorina Izumi!” Like a soldier, he abruptly straightened his back, but managed to strike a clumsy yet sweet smile at the same time. Slightly puzzled, she blinked for an instant, taking a step backwards without wanting to.

”The map is upside down,” She said, as dryly as you would expect from such an expert at keeping her temper under control. That was one of her good qualities she exploited to promptly make that sudden emotion making her heart beat at a weird pace, even if, again, for just a second, slip in the background of the most trivial of her thoughts,ready to be forgotten and, consequently, soon fade.

In response to her comment, Junpei didn’t immediately react. He stood still, lowered his gaze to the panorama of streets and squeezed his orbs to find that detail, that very little detail, -of course, she is attempting to be sarcastic, santo cielo!-, he had been missing. And then…

“Ja, du hast Recht. Ehm, you’re right, Signorina Izumi, it’s…Upside down.”

”Yeah. It is.” Feeling the time they had at disposal slithering away from her grip, she struggled not to add a pinch of rudeness to her tone, so rare when it came to her, a blonde woman in her fourties enwrapped in a long purple dufflecoat; the symbol of elegance and refinement; a complete oxymoron next to the man in a baggy raincoat.

But Junpei-San‘s fashion tastes were not the main problem concerning him.

”Then…Let’s fix it,” He had begun stuttering and shaking, hiccuping too, but not because they had been wandering in the chilly rain for a while. Her remark had provoked a row of side effects on his body that might have been funny to observe, -she admitted it-, could have made her even giggle in amusement, if she hadn’t been counting each second flying away from them just like that kid, that poor kid.

They couldn’t allow themselves to indulge in more foolery. No.

Her eyebrows twitched and she pulled the paper away from him, accidentally dropping the umbrella he had asked her to hold in his stead go, -it had incredibly dawned on him he couldn’t read his map, if he continued on keeping the umbrella above her head like a true knight would, and per Dio!-.

The umbrella fell on the slippery ground and let heavy drops pour their cascade on their hoods all at once, on the locks of their hair escaping from their shelters. Her legs shaking due to crawling waves of cold, her fists clenching more and more in growing irritation, Izumi couldn’t help gasping: that was it! That was the end! That was the straw breaking the camel‘s back: he was blatantly influencing her with his manners! She would absolutely have to call the SOS society and come up with a valid justification to explain her decision to give up.

”Signorina Izumi…”

“I…I…I just…”

Her exasperated yell cut through the curtain of humidity and ,maybe, -she sensed without being able to explain-, a veil made of something else as well.

She didn’t look at Junpei, whether he had been startled or had grown disgusted by that display of utter embarassment. Indeed, she didn’t even want to. May he believe she had gone nuts and wasn’t the admirable Signorina Izumi he had been staring at with dreamy eyes for the whole day: she wouldn’t be touched by a change of heart happening inside him at all. If he left her in the freezing atmosphere of the incoming night, it wouldn’t make any difference.

But maybe she had always known he wouldn’t, as it suddenly dawned on her the one who would have run away from him, the person who had found himself in front of that side of hers, would have been her herself in other circumstances.

Instead, she had remained there and had silently, unconsciously waited. She waited for that sweaty yet warm hand to defeat the low temperatures of both outside and inside, at a first and single touch of her shoulder. It sent all those nagging shivers and tremors away with who knew what kind of magical trick, and, most of all, succeeded in reminding her Izumi Orimoto, la Signorina Orimoto never threw in the towel, never let stress dominate her clear logic, no matter how hard it was to find a lead, to operate as quickly as possible to rescue an innocent soul.

”Here,” There was another kind of rain that was falling that night. Quieter, more reserved, shyer, it let itself be seen and felt only by Junpei‘s hesitant thumb. She couldn’t help sighing in relief, leaning her cheeks towards that pleasant sensation. “Let’s go home. We will be luckier tomorrow when the Sun comes out again and…The lightnings go away. They are approaching…And very fast.”

”Home?” She echoed, covering his gulps with her suspended reticence.

”Yes,” As if not wanting to let her be carried by the mistral, he grabbed her hand before bending to pick the umbrella up. “I will prepare a good hot chocolate for you. To be honest, I can’t read maps that well, but I‘m not lying I’m good at preparing those. Someday I want to bring a whole tray for the society ah ah.”

…

Chi mi salverà ?

Who will rescue me?

…

I will, no, we will. Wait for us, endure, wherever you are. Give me a little time to…To…

…

Through storms, rain and black nights, never fail to do what’s right.

But ,why not, let yourself sip a good mug of hot chocolate while looking at that mess from the window, as well.

[wunderschon-lieblich]

Fuck It I’m Not Done

Biker headcanons for the AC Women that torment my brain

@kassandras-one-braincell you’ve broken me with this tbh I'm in shambles (affectionate) OG post here also NSFW warning this is a no minors post (or at the very least stop at the warning gdi)

Soma is sophisticated and expensive. Not gonna say too much here since I went into more detail previously but~ Imagine vintage restored bikes that are shiny and perfect all lined up in a pristine garage space with polished tool boxes that are filled with all her necessities to work on them and keep them gleaming. Professionally photographed, framed posters of you posed with her bikes adorn the walls of the space. She even picked lingerie to match each bike!

She only really rides one or two of her collection regularly, the majority are mostly for show. I imagine she’d have a cruiser with a good passenger seat on the back so she can take you on long scenic rides to beautiful locations, and you can bet your ass she’d have it shipped overseas on your vacations so she can take you all over the world on it. Soma is all class and polish, so her riding gear would definitely reflect that. High quality leather and helmets with coms will keep the two of you safe, comfortable and connected on your rides. She would probably have matching riding suits custom made for the two of you. I could just see her doing that.

Kassandra as the cocky performance rider. She’d have pick up lines for days, all the innuendo about taking you for a ride and how she knows how to handle curves. She’d chat you up good, and land a date for that same weekend.

She’d show up with an extra helmet and jacket for you, and she’d make sure it was all properly adjusted. In the og post about this concept, it says that you kiss her right when the helmets come off. I agree, and I’d say that you want to kiss her the moment she slides the helmet onto you and starts doing up the chin straps. For anyone who’s never worn a motorcycle helmet, they don’t have a clip like one for a bicycle would, it’s a strap that gets looped through two d-rings, and it’s kinda tricky at first. So, imagine: gazing up at her while she’s looking all intently at you with those gorgeous dark eyes, her fingertips working the thin strap quickly and efficiently on muscle memory. When she’s done she puts her hands on either side of it to check that it’s snug on your head and looks into your eyes for a moment longer than necessary. It’s electric.

When you arrive and she takes hers off, you’re still kind of fumbling with the unfamiliar clasp. She notices and hooks a finger through the loop, giving it a quick tug to undo it and free you of the helmet, whole time she's got that sexy little smile on her face. She takes it off of you and sets it on the seat behind you, arms reaching around your body to do so. At that moment you’re looking up at her and she’s so close. You can’t stop yourself from leaning in and up on your toes to steal a kiss. She’s a little surprised but doesn’t falter about kissing you back. Her hands rest so naturally on your waist. It’s short and sweet and leaves you both giddy with butterflies.

Your first date with her would be something sweet and romantic like taking you to a fancy park or perhaps a botanical garden. You’d walk around holding hands for hours and she’d be all chuffed that you gave her a kiss upon arrival to the date location. It would make her feel so confident and bold, wrapping her arms around you and allowing the affection to flow naturally. I think she would feel nervous about it being too much too soon but you just lean into it and look at her with stars in your eyes and it shuts that doubt right up. Very much a uhaul lesbian relationship in this case you would just fall so completely for each other and be comfortable together immediately. First date lasting three days kind of love story.

Eivor does motocross competitively and is a big name in the game. She also does trail riding but it’s more for fun so not her focus. She’s definitely the most reckless rider of the bunch but takes protective precautions seriously, bc she knows that she loves to go fast, push limits and pull stunts. However, if anyone else is on the bike with her she’s much more cautious and safe with her driving. She'd def pop some wheelies with you on the back if you were ok with it.

In this au I think she’d have a modest but comfortable house pretty far out of town on a decent chunk of land. She’d have a practice track built in her backyard with a trail looping around the edge and through the woods of her property. She’d do laps every day to stay at the top of her game, and just to enjoy the ride.

Her garage would be well organized but not shiny and fancy like Soma’s. Hers is functional and well used, in a separate building from the main house. Very Dad's Garage vibes in there I think. She’d love working on her own bikes, but I think she’d leave her competition bike’s maintenance to her trusted pro mechanic Gunnar.

Now I mentioned in my last reblog how I imagine they’d all have pics of you on their motorcycles, and that they’d have very different vibes.

Soma and Kassandra would display them like a trophy. Not publicly, but up on the walls of their own spaces. Eivor? She’s possessive. She wouldn’t want to have a photographer ruining the intimacy of your photos no matter who it was.

(here's where it gets nsfw)

Eivor would ride the two of you out to a nice secluded part of her property. A wooded area where she has a picnic table set up. You’d be all wrapped up in her riding jacket and pants, underneath them would be a pretty little number she picked for you, something simple and sexy like a matching bra and panty set with some lace. (I think Eivor is a bit too simple minded to prefer elaborate lingerie. Just show her something hot that she knows how to remove without finding a thousand clasps please and thank you)

She’d prop the bike up on its stand and use a Polaroid camera to take the pictures. The first ones you’re in the matching set with her jacket and your boots still on, straddling the bike with your hands on the bars as if you’re driving. She gets multiple angles, from the side so she can appreciate your legs, from the front so she can admire your breasts peeking out from the opening of her jacket.

The whole time she’d praise you saying “that’s a good girl, posing so pretty for me, now lean back let me see you- ah just like that, gods you’re perfect” she’s such a sexy photographer. By the time she’s done you’re about ready to hump the seat til you cum and she’s so horny she’s breathing manually. She knew that would happen, of course, and wore a strap under her jeans for the occasion.

After your photo shoot, she takes the dildo out of her harness and slides it back inside you, then helps you put her clothes back on over your underwear. She has you ride back with her to the house while you’re stuffed full like that. Every bump and jolt makes you whimper and dig your fingers into her. It’s not a long ride but you’re ready to rip every shred of her clothes off by the time you’re back

The pictures are kept in a cabinet by her work bench, there’s a few on the inside of the door held up with magnets, mostly the first few from the session, where you’re still partially clothed and gazing at the camera with your pretty, sultry eyes. The rest are tucked away in a small black photo album for her eyes only, the last few depict you laid back on the seat, bra gone, one of her strong hands cupping your breast. You’re holding your panties to the side, wet cunt stuffed full of her strap, your kissed bruised lips are parted in a moan. She keeps that one very secret, and takes it with her whenever she has to travel without you.

anyway now that you know I'm a total whore for this concept

This is my first time posting a full on hc set like this lemme know what you think and read the og post if you haven't yet! It sent me spiraling into madness <3

[quibbs126]

I’m finding myself intrigued by the concept of how a Transformer’s alt mode may affect them on a personal level

I’m not sure if what I said makes sense, let me try to give examples

What I mean is like…

Shit I don’t know how to explain myself other than the concept of a Transformer not liking their alt mode and wishing they had a different one

I think it does depend on whether or not Cybertronians choose their alt mode, and if literally any option is available to them before doing so, or if they have a pre-set kind of alt mode when they’re first created, and can only really change their alt mode to something with a similar build

Also I feel like this concept I want explored is just Functionism and how it affects Cybertronians, especially when I’m thinking of it outside of just that one concept I listed above. And I assume this is covered a fair bit in the comics

But like, I don’t feel like I see much of it in the shows (at least as far as I’ve seen). Which is personally my preferred/default way of consuming the series, hence why I want to see it there. And I don’t just mean how it shows a corrupt pre-war Cybertron, but how it affects them individually, or how the influence of Functionism still affects them so long after

Crap, I’ve said the same thing like, three times now and all in the same way. I’m trying to say it in a variation that explains more of what I want, but it’s not verbalizing in my brain properly so I just end up repeating myself. I do mean in more ways, I just don’t know how to say them

I feel like this post is becoming incoherent, and reads very much like a flow of my brain thoughts, in part because that’s what it is, just not as polished as when I usually do it. But do you get what I’m saying?

[prophbuilds]

MGSD ZGMF-X10A Freedom Gundam - A Review

This is a kit review that’s been a long time coming. This was Technically started all the way back in the June of 2023. Not unlike the previous Master Grade – the MG Astray Blue Frame D – this was started and stopped and moved all over the place around my room. Its box taking up a fair amount of space where ever it landed. Smash cut to a few nights ago. I’m buried under art supplies and old empty boxes. And while I’m moving things around… I come across this old chestnut.

Without further ado, here’s my review of the MGSD Freedom Gundam.

If you follow me elsewhere or have seen my other posts or just look at the kits in the pic at the top of this very post, you might know that I've become a fan of the SD Cross Silhouette line of Gundam kits. When I heard about what’s effectively the Master Grade version of their SD kits, I was confused but happy. I figured the SDCS line was the "Master Grade" version of their SD kits. After seeing the gimmicks and seeing how it's more of a build up than the kits I dig, I knew I had to try for one.

I get it in May of 2023. I polish off my long standing MG Astray build. Instead of doing the Smart thing of doing a smaller and/or less involved kit from my backlog, I crack this one open and start it. I shortly pack it all back up and set it aside because my shoulder was on fire from working on it. The “Fun” of a lifetime of drawing and a good couple of decades of not properly taking care of myself is things like my arm hurting after a night’s worth of work - be it hobby stuff or Art stuff.

Months go by and so do other builds. This one just kept moving from place to place with a promise that I’d get to it "Someday".

That Someday finally came a few night’s ago. I needed the room and it needed to be finished ‘cause, apparently, the Finished Kit is Smaller than The Box it Come In.

Enough yappin! Here’s the Build!

This was a bit of an interesting build. The kit itself snaps up very well but everything was Tight. The lenses for the eyes? Awesome but Tight. The tiny opening cockpit? An incredible detail for such a small and different shaped kit… that’s Tight. The little separate feather-type bits on the backpack? You get the idea.

There were times where I had to bust out my pliers and wrap the jaws in a cloth to help force parts together in that last little millimeter to get them together without putting marks on it. Although this was a pain (and almost wished they’d have chosen to use polycaps on some of the movable parts), this isn’t a bad thing now that it’s built.

The Freedom is a plastic on plastic build. With how tight the joints are, I don’t think I'll have to worry about it coming loose any time soon. If anything, I’ll have to worry about the joints bonding over time and the thing locking up or some parts possibly flexing themselves into breakage. The backpack is nearly as heavy as the Freedom itself making it want to lean back on its wings when not supported by a stand.

That said, this little guy is every bit a Master Grade as its 1/100th scale counterparts. I Love that it had a metric ton of hidden details no one will ever see once it was built. There’s detailing on the inside of the armor pieces, there’s details on parts of the frame that you’d never seen if unless you just keep everything separate. I know folks like to talk up the reflector bits in the wings but the eyes? The detailing on the eyes is next level. You can make out the camera bits in them without the need for lighting (Which I Wish this could’ve had all the same).

The other fantastic thing that this little kit has that’s directly attributable to the Absolute Tightness of the bits is it can take and hold a pose like no one’s business. It takes a minute to find the sweet spot for balancing it but, when you do, it looks so cool doing it. That’s thanks mostly to the scale. With everything either squished or exaggerated in some way, all the details are accentuated. It uses the MG style ball jointed poseable hands. But of course, it does. It is still a Master Grade, after all.

Some of the selling points for MGs are the extra bits and details color separation that you don't see in the standard HGs with an added size. This MGSD is much the same way. There’s a ton of nice color separation and moving gimmicks. It’s also almost as tall as an HG. Kinda’ funny considering it’s Technically part of the Super Deformed lineup. A line famous for its small cute size.

Ultimately, I really enjoyed this kit. Sure it was a bit of a pain at times to build and actively hurt me (Seriously. Kids, take care of your arms and shoulders Before issues arise.) but I can’t complain about the outcome.

I Can complain about the absolute Mountain of [Forbidden Sprinkles] it leaves behind, though. I’m going to be cleaning those little plastic bit out of my gear for weeks.

[thethinkingaurora]

Sup, the name’s Aurora

I have no idea what I’m doing with this post so expect it to change

Chapter 1: Who’s this bitch

Hi I’m Aurora, welcome to my little corner over here, I’m many things but I’ll separate them out a bit

I’m autistic (self diagnosed, unable to get a proper one currently), I have ADHD (again self diagnosed, same reason), most likely mentally ill, (and according to my chosen family depressed and very burnt out)

I’m on the aroace spectrum and I’m trans (I’ll get to that in a second)

I am Girlflux(I have no idea how to phrase it), my pronouns are she/they

DMs are almost always open especially to mutuals(Friend! Hug!)

I’m a minor

And I think that’s everything for my core identity, right, onto some other things like my interests and projects (I think I’ll start with interests)

Chapter 2: And what does she like

D&D

Space

Puzzles/Ciphers

Writing

Mythology

Sailing is a fucking vibe and I love it so much

House

(More will probably be added)

Chapter 3:What does she do

Ok I’m not exactly sure how to structure this properly but here goes nothing

The Observance

The Observance is like a puzzle game/ARG (Alternate Reality Game) that I made

I spent maybe 60+ hours working on it, whether that be recording videos, travelling to set up irl caches, coding webpages, coming up with a story line, creating characters and twists for the story, thinking of puzzles/ciphers/riddles, creating maths questions, creating new encoding methods or finding uncommon ones, needless to say I put a lot of effort into it and I’m quite proud of it

It does need polishing, proper implementation (some puzzles could only be solved by my family because it used languages or reference that only they would get) and to be actually finished, like the beginning just looks like a game start screen which is not how ARGs are supposed to work (last I checked anyways)

I’ll probably release it when I’m finished and I’ll put a link here [|•|]

That’s The Observance anyways

<insert other project here>

I can’t actually think of any other projects that would make sense to put here, like there is my D&D campaign which I mean I’ll probably put here when I’ve run it, and that’s about it for what I’m working on currently

Chapter 4: Posts go brrrrrr

Neurodivergence and Queerness

Basic Tasks that you might not have been taught to do, it’s ok it’s not your fault

Ciphers are fun

Chapter 5: Sideblogs

I run several sideblogs, I won’t mention some of them because reasons

@notifying-the-dumbass (Gimmick Blog)

@thecraftingaurora (Crafting/Making Blog)

@thewritingaurora (Writing Blog)

Chapter 6: Bye bye

So yeah that it, if there is anything else I should put here(that is not sensitive personal information) please just yell at me (idk how, dm me, reblog it, mention me / @ me, send in an ask, I don’t really care how you do it)

Remember this post is likely to change and be updated

Bye then, I can’t wait to see you around

Safe travels

Last Updated GMT: 21:13, 18/06/24

[lemonadecandy103]

The Way of Life (excerpt)

Rated: T; implied sexual content. A/N: a small section of a shinkane fic I've been working on for months, but I'm in the middle of drowning in med and grad school applications so let me just share the section that I'm most confident in for now. Post-First Inspector. Mild PPP spoliers, more like allusions but anyway. Enjoy!

He trails kisses from her shoulder to her fingertip, whispering “I’m sorry” in between each one, never failing to keep his lips a feather’s touch away from her skin.

“Stop.” She giggles at the tickling sensation.

He lifts his head to look at her. Then continues.

“Stop.” She says again. He doesn’t stop. “Stop it! Kougami-san.” She says restlessly.

“That’s not my name.” She looks at him confused

“Akane. Call me by my name.”

“Just like you were doing it a while ago when we-” “Shinya!”

“Like that.”

He holds a lock of her damp hair in between his thumb and forefinger, tucking it behind her ear. Now, he could see her whole flushed face, spent and glowing with the rays of the sunrise coming in through the windows of her enforcer’s quarters. She’s still trying to catch her breath from their previous activities.

“When do you have to go?” she asks.

“Whenever you tell me to.”

“I’m sure Hanashiro-san needs you on assignments.”

“That may be. But she knows this is important to me. Gino and Sugo can handle it.”

His hands find their way to the scar on her thigh and then travels to an identical one on her side. She feels his fingers repeatedly trace over the area and she mimics the movements of his fingers over the matching scar on his thigh.

“What do you think our lives would’ve been like if there was no Sibyl?” she asks, adding “Would you still have chosen to be a detective?”

“I don’t know. What other life would you think suit me?” 

“Probably a professor. You would teach comparative literature.”

“Hm. And where would I teach?”

“Nara. The local university there.”

“Is that where we meet?”

Akane pauses briefly. “Yes. I study...law there.”

“We marry after you graduate.”

“And move into a small house close to the university.”

“Any kids?”

“Two. Shu and…”

“Joji.” He finishes.

“Yes. While the boys are still small, we come to see you after work, then we go home as a family and eat dinner together.”

He buries his face in her stomach for a while as he tries to process both the overwhelming warmth and heartbreak that was swelling up in him. When he resurfaces, he grabs a cigarette while he repositions himself next to her on the bed.

“Well I didn't think I’d take me for someone who’d be good at words. Much less teach them. There's other people who are better at that. Like Kunizuka and… well another former colleague of mine.”

“Tsubasa Tori-san.”

“Ah yes, her. How did you know?”

There was a long pause, then Akane fixates her gaze on the ceiling. “I’ve watched some of your former case recordings. From when you used to be an inspector.”

Kougami smiles and chuckles “And what did you think?”

“You were very different at that age.” He was more polished and well spoken.

“Different better or worse?” 

“Neither.” She turns to him and smiles.

“But the ‘you’ in those recordings, felt so familiar. Reminded me of Shindo-kanshikan.”

“It’s funny that you say that. Everytime I see that kid, I’m reminded of you.”

“I see.”

She sees him put out his cigarette and lay back down properly. She takes the chance to position herself over him.

[omorimodreverie]

June Development Update

Overview

This month was a mixture of up and down in terms of activity. One notable thing about this period is that most of our team members have now finished with their finals, and have properly begun summer vacation. However, this does not necessarily mean that development speed increases!

There were major and minor bits of work done across most of our sectors this time, with the main being a slight reorganization of writing; some basic tileset work (our tilesets are beginning to be finalized!), and starting on polishing our map files.

What’s been done?

This month didn’t see any significant leaps in progress, but miscellaneous portions of work that are nevertheless vital have been completed across multiple sectors:

Inducted a new writing lead to the leads team

Finished primary dialogue work on around half of the cutscenes planned for chapter 3. Progress has also been made on the other half

Pixel Art is progressing slowly but consistently, with new additions/changes to our spritesheets every few days

Non-CH3 drawn art assets have also been worked on, mostly enemy sprites and concepts (We can’t wait to show them to you in the future, they’re very exciting!)

Discussion and slight reorganization around skill progression for future chapters, as well as on boss design. Rest assured, we are still putting gameplay first and foremost.

Summer Break, Right?

This month is when summer break properly starts for a good amount of people. Some start a bit earlier in May, and some in June; But by mid-June almost everyone is on summer break.

It might be tempting to think that progress will become much faster now that break is here, but to think so is a bit naive: as some people will also be taking their own time for, well, a break. [Like myself, Stahl. I’m typing this very dev log during vacation right now, that’s why it’s a bit late. Oops.]

Progress is projected to be more or less consistent with the speed of development so far, balanced by some being able to work more while some becoming unavailable for break.

Ending Notes

You may have noticed that this month’s dev log wasn’t as long as the last one in May. This is because the last one was our first ever dev log, so we had more stuff to talk about: including all developments made previous to May as well. Please expect posts of a similar length to this one going forwards.

We’d love to showcase some teaser for chapter 3 at this point, but since our progress this month has consisted mostly of writing and tilesets (which is difficult to showcase nicely), we don’t really have much to show off as usual.

Anyways, here’s an old Ice Angel enemy sprite made around April last year. This one’s unused now, and only has 2 (out of 3 and bunch more emotion variants) frames made, so this is not our final product (or appearing anytime soon lol).

[gravity-what]

8, 15 and 33 for the fic ask meme!

8) Do you have any rituals or habits that help you get into the zone?

I take part in a weekly “shut up and write” event which is an hour long and helps me to get stories polished, but mostly I put on some song or soundtrack that I associate with the story I’m working on and go from there.

First outlines/character dialogue are mostly written on my phone in bed though in, like, the first few hours of me trying to fall asleep.

15) Do you plan your fics or prefer to let the story unfold as you write?

I am 100% a planner. Every step, every moment, every little hint is planned out. Beat by beat. That’s one of the reasons why I like to have most, if not all, of a story written before I even start posting the first piece. I want to make sure all the bread crumbs are properly in place leading to the ending.

(Which isn’t to say that I can’t do the other way. It’s just, if I’m going to be posting something, I want it to be fully planned out)

33) How do you incorporate world-building elements into your fics?

I like a good mix of exposition and sprinkling in of content when it comes to my world building. They both have their place in the story I feel. I think the best example for how I like doing my world building is “Gathering The Dragon’s”. I’m actually really proud of specifically the world building in those three stories.

[mortuarywriting]

*slides you a snack of your choosing* tell me more about turkeys. i’m deeply curious

- @pfhwrittes

Snackies are always appreciated!! And hell, have some fun Morg lore

Look, I'm from a Very Rural Area, like I'd say I'm just a jerk from a small town but the house I consider the one I grew up in? The "town" didn't constitute as a town because we didn't have our own post office. There were more cows than people in the two towns we were squeezed between and we weren't a cattle farming dominant area!!! Our agg priorities were different!! Cows just helped with the fields!

All this to say: we had family friends who had a farm that we would visit somewhat regularly because their kids were my parents godkids and they've been family friends for A Hot Minute. Good people but it was a farm so yanno there's only so much to do.

They always had a fun spread of chickens because they wanted some neat breeds (I know they had the polish fancy ones, but I dont remember the breed they had that laid eggs that were just slithtly pastel kinda easter colors. They were neat), a handful of ducks, and turkeys. Maybe a goose or two? They had a bit of everything tbh. Dunno what it is about turkeys that I've gotten so fond of em but they're so fuckin silly!!

Really they try to be big and impressive but I meant what I said when they just deflate and go back to vibing if you pet down their back. While they don't lay quite as often as chickens turkey eggs? Much larger in comparison!

You can get 2-3 eggs worth for a single turkey egg. Ducks and geese also have eggs that are larger than chicken eggs. It's neat stuff and they're pretty good!

We had a lot of chicken raising in the area I'm from and that's where the 4H kids would take field trips to, and after they'd interacted with the chicks the chicks couldn't be reintroduced to the rest of the flock because they've been introduced to outside germs and sickness and if they got sick could infect the lot. It's easier to count the chicks as losses because the American poultry system is. Not pretty. And casualties among the flock happen. I would not recommend looking this up.

ANYWAY there were always kids who were like "no ill take the chicks home with me!" And then there were chicks running around the highschool because it was a school trip during school hours. High schoolers are known to be so responsible, so naturally a giant shock when people weren't paying attention and lost em. Chicks would just kinda wander until someone else scoops em up and finds who they belonged to.

From a teacher who wound up with one of these chicks they uh. Don't ever really develop properly in the sense of acclimating properly to becoming a free range chicken after the conditions they were raised in initially. Commercial chicken raising is, again, a nightmare in the states and from what little I've mentioned to my friends in the UK it wouldn't be acceptable practice there. So that's nice.

Anyway the chicken wire comment is exactly what it says on the tin: chicken chicks are like the perfect size to be an owl's lynch if they can get into the area you're keeping the babies in. Nature and circle of life and all that, but chicken wire for the most part will keep em away from the babs. Turkey chicks are a bit bigger but I still wouldn't put it past a hungry owl tbh. I also personally call turkey chicks turklets. They're very cute to me and I always love seeing wild turkey moms with like 6-7 of em.

So yeah. Turkeys are neat and funny and I absolutely derailed this to talk about chickens whoops. Fun turkey story we have from some family friend or another- he was at a bar, was supposed to be home by 10, rocked up at home after midnight, couldn't get in, it was below freezing, so he just. Went in with the turkeys, grabbed and held one, and just slept in with them. If you're their people they're fine with you in with them, I think it's neat.

Have a wild turkey fact people don't think about: these bitches do fly. That is a thing they do. They also sleep in trees! Somewhere on my phone I have a picture of a turkey hanging out at the top of a tree to stay out of the rain. I wouldn't wanna get out of bed for a dreary day either.