#LIKE MY GREATEST INSPIRATION TO START WRITING AGAIN BECAUSE I SEE ALL THIS AND WANT SO BADLY TO CAPTURE ALL THESE COOL ASS FEELINGS

[ma1dmer]

omg its Nathaniel!!! anyways i cannot stand to look at this any longer, i am so rusty but i wanted so badly to write something that captured how lovely that kiss looks...

Nathaniel slumps against the exposed brick wall, wincing as his bruised back and shoulders meet the rough grit. Unpleasant even through the thick layer of his jacket. He makes no effort to move away. He swallows and finally catches his breath for what seems like the first time tonight. Speaking of. Tonight had been a disaster. The kind of disaster that would play in his head for quite some time, providing a nice backdrop for the next few months of self-imposed paranoia and misery. Fun!

His hands shake as he brings an unlit cigarette to his lips, he ignores the bloody imprint left on the paper, not caring much to catalogue whether it was his or not, and if it was where exactly it came from. That'd be a tomorrow problem. Just as everything else. Tomorrow, when the adrenaline had fully worn off and everything ached sharply. When the fact he made it out alive to begin with, settled nicely over his shoulders like the blade of a guillotine.

He hears the rush of footsteps somewhere from the floors above, closes his eyes and braces for the worst as he fishes out his lighter, not remotely ready for another fight but not having it in him to keep running. When he opens them again he catches Ryder right as he skips down the last few steps, white knuckling the railing, dark eyes wide and frantic. Their gazes meet. And whatever tension seemed to line his face eases out of him with a long exhale. He stares at Nathaniel as if he wasn't quite expecting to see him down here.

"Shit" He sighs out, dropping to sit on one of the steps, close enough to Nathaniel that their knees bump together. Close enough that Nathaniel could touch him. Ryder looks up at him, dual coloured strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. Nathaniel's fingers twitch at his side with the urge to push the strands away from his face. He doesn't. “That was-" "Let’s not" Nathaniel cuts him off quickly, waving away the smoke he accidentally blew towards him. He stops finally to give him a pointed stare.

"Did you pack up everything?" He asks instead. He knows they'll have to talk about it, if not for each other, for the report they'll have to make if they wanted to see any money from this shit show of a job, but Nathaniel was just not prepared for it right now. Ryder's lips press into a thin disapproving line. Without his usual smile, he looked more his age, Nathaniel thought absently, more of the trained professional killer he was, rather than the reckless college kid he sometimes liked to portray himself as. "I did, but didn't have time for anything else" he answers curtly. Nathaniel thinks for a second. "Well, we'll just have to add a bribing section to our plans next time" he shrugs. Ryder's ensuing snort is dry and humourless. "You don't say"

When Nathaniel shifts forward again, Ryder catches his grimace of pain before he can turn away. "I could help patch you up" he says before Nathaniel can tell him to drop it again. He sighs. "You will" he smiles as much as he's able to now, he hopes it comes across playful. "Just-" he swallows. "Just give me a second" he hates being like this, hates being seen like this, knows he should be way past this point in his career. He wasn't some newbie biting off more than he could chew. He knew the truth of course, even if he hated nothing more than to admit it. He'd gotten comfortable and careless and more importantly he'd learnt to rely far too much on someone else. He pushes that bitter thought as deeply into the crevices of his mind as possible, before it starts to fester. Not tonight.

"Thank you for coming for me" he says instead of spiraling. Ryder takes a second to look at him, eyes searching around his features for something that Nathaniel hopes he doesn't find. He nods finally. slowly, a silent aknowledgement. "I think I need a drink after all that" he leans back, stretches out his legs and pushes his hair out of his eyes. Nathaniel has never felt more thankful to have a subject change so quickly, realizes he'd been letting the cigarette burn between his fingers all this time, throws it away with a flick of his wrist before the flame reaches his skin, not caring much about the potential fire hazard.

"Deal" he says forcing cheer onto the monotone of his voice. "On me today" he says eager to get out of there, smile more steady now. "I could kiss you just for that" Ryder sighs out happily as he slaps his hands on his thighs and stands up. "And you'd have no objection from me" Nathaniel responds, easy and quick. They look at each other for a long bit. Tense and winded and fraying at the edges.

It’s not clear who moves first. If its Nathaniel or Ryder but they meet somewhere in the middle. A clash of lips and teeth and Nathaniel exhales in relief, his arms wrapping around Ryder's waist, beneath that ridiculous cropped jacket he'd made fun of at the start of the night, a thought so ridiculously far away from their current state that it makes him want to laugh. ("it's vintage" Nathaniel can still hear Ryder's complaint in his head) Ryder walks them backwards, hands at the back of his neck, until his back meets the wall, Nathaniel quick to follow and press himself fully against his front. It's all messy and lacking the finesse of their previous impromptu kisses. A give and take of touch and feel and taste, their breathing coming up in short claustophobic huffs.

Ryder pulls away first, thumping his head back against the wall in the process, which Nathaniel does laugh at. Quick against the corner of Ryder's mouth before he traces the line of his jaw with his teeth, tasting his sweat and the bitter tang of his cologne. He cups the back of Ryder's head, hopefully stopping him from hitting his head again, hopefully messing his hair up even more. "We should get going" he says lazily his words slightly slurred now that he feels his body cooling down. "We should" Ryder mirrors his tone when Nathaniel drops his head on his shoulder, breath hot against his neck.

smoochies

@thatsushichick @scr1ptor @baberahamlinkin

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

✧. . . NO DAWN TOMORROW ─── Arcane

Coming Soon ! ! !

「 you're far away from here

but you're alived in so many places 」

☆ . . . The days pass like blank pages, and my heart, weary, has stopped searching for reasons to keep beating. If I ever loved or was loved in past lives, those memories have lost their warmth. What once were feelings are now only pain.

Their icy blue eyes looked at me with sorrow as my body crumbled in their hands. I caressed their cheeks, so beautiful, painted with pure scarlet that mingled with crystalline, salty tears, burning my pale, cracked face, scarred by my greatest mistake.

I cried and suffered in their arms while everyone watched.

There was no reason, no justification for what they did, beyond greed. The fear faded from their eyes, but betrayal lingered in mine.

I could hate them, of course I could. But deep down, I only wish to see them again someday, to meet them once more, perhaps under different circumstances... Maybe when we are all children again.

Even though I know we are different, I swore to protect them.

You may kill me over and over, as many times as you wish. But a king is always there to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

No matter how much they hurt me, no matter how much they break me, my heart keeps finding a way to love them, because the pain has never been stronger than what I feel for them.

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Yandere! Arcane x Reincarnated! Reader

I want to include this text in future fanfics, but I feel that both this and other projects need a separate introduction before I publish them. I want them to have the proper context and truly reflect what I want to convey. I’m not sure if I was under some kind of intense inspiration when I wrote this (or maybe my blood sugar just dropped!), but I’m so eager to start giving it shape. Plus, I finally created an account on Ao3 (at last!), which makes me even more excited to share these stories with you all. I know it’ll be a challenge, but I’m ready to let these ideas come to life. I hope you enjoy them as much as I’m excited to write them

Ao3 User → @MarcyVamp1re

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[ellastone-olsen]

Hi, I was watching a Christmas movie and I thought it would be interesting to know what it would be like to spend Christmas with Jinx, have a kiss under the mistletoe and open presents with Isha.

CHRISTMAS LOVE. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Pairing: Jinx x reader ft. Isha (no pronouns used)

Warnings: fluffy fluff, typical Christmas au, modern!au, inspired by the happiest season, soft Jinx

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: omg, my first jinx (and arcane) fic💗 I was ready to cry while writing this

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

"Jinx! Wait, where are we going?" she led you through the back streets, somewhere out there on the busy main street the Christmas lights were twinkling. You held hands in soft mittens, the cold stinging your nose a little and making your eyes water. "You'll see, just wait!" She glance at you for a second and smile.

When you reached the red brick house, she went around the side of it to find a metal ladder and climbed up it. You had no choice but to climb after her until you reached the top. Jinx met you at the roof with her hand outstretched to help you up and when you stood up you saw. All this time you were walking to this roof, from which there was such a beautiful view of the night city, which was ready for a holiday and sparkled with gold. “How did you find this place?” You asked, and sat down next to her. Your legs were hanging over the edge of the roof and her hand found yours again to take and place on her knee, until her thumb gently stroked. “I was just... walking around here and there, looking for places to do graffiti, you know...” You sighed and rolled your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to pick up your girlfriend from the police station for vandalism…again, but Jinx was Jinx. “And?..” You pushed her to continue. Somewhere in the distance the rings of cars stuck in traffic could be heard, the city was alive. “I found this building, saw the stairs and thought...it would be great to come here with you to see the city. Do you like it toots?”

Your heart swelled at her words. Her sweet husky voice and big innocent eyes made you smile. You bet no one but you and Isha had seen this side of Jinx. She said that you guys were her glasses, that made her see the world differently. You didn't quite understand how it worked, but seeing Jinx the way she is now...it was the greatest pleasure.

“Yea, of course I like it. Thanks for showing this place, baby.” You squeezed her palm tightly. That was such a perfect moment, such an intimate and majestic to gentle slowly kiss. So you leaned towards her, your hand finding her long braid to pull and tilt her head towards you. Blue eyes explored your face, just a little bit more…

"Hey you two perverts! I can hear everything, what are you doing on my roof?!"

You jumped away from her, lost your balance and started to slide down until your hands grabbed the edge of the roof. Unfortunately it was too late because your whole body was hanging down, the good news was that it wasn't far to fall, just some two floors…

"Oh shit baby, wait! Give me your hand, I'll help you." You groaned as you tried to reach out to her, but it was so hard. "That's it, just a little bit more." Jinx encouraged you, and you lowered your head down, assessing the situation. Your arms began to get tired and eventually you slid down, landing first on a huge inflatable Santa (which, as the roof, belonged to the voice that scared you), and then in a dry bush right on the sharp branches. “Ugh fuck…” You grumble, and hold your head, it started to ache.

“Toots! Are you okay? In general, we'll figure it out later. Run, run!”

Jinx picked you up by the arms, adjusting your hat that had fallen over your eyes, and the two of you ran away from that place. The cold air burned your lungs, your legs were tired, but Jinx kept running. "Wait. Jinx, babe. We need some rest.” She glanced over shoulder at you and slowed down. You looked around and realized you were in an alley, not far from your house. Your back touched the cold brick wall as your breathing returned to normal. You looked at each other, your girlfriend had a big smile on her face and a giggle escaped both of you, growing into a loud full-blown laugh. Jinx's hands touched your face, brushing away the strands of hair and your foreheads touched. “Hi” you said. “Hi, toots.” Her arms wrapped around your waist, nose brushed yours. “Let’s go home, Isha is already waiting for us” You just nod.

You loved them both in your own way. Seeing Jinx treat her mini version was the sweetest thing you'd ever seen. The evenings by the fireplace, reading a book and watching them play bug fighting out of the corner of your eye, Isha's blue hair, which Jinx had dyed without you knowing, glistening in the firelight. It filled you with peace and quiet. You never wanted it to end.

The door of the apartment opened and a small something flew into you, hugging your legs. Big yellow eyes looked at you with adoration and you reached out, stroking the sticking out hair, which had already washed to its natural red color. “Hi superstar.” You said, and took the girl in arms. Isha hugged your neck, Jinx walked around you and lightly tickled her side, forcing to pay attention to her. “Hey! I'm actually here too!” She said and sticking her tongue. You reached out and tugged at her braid, Isha pulled away from your arms and came up to hug her too.

Jinx ruffled her hair too. Isha's small hand grabbed her and pulled towards the living room where the Christmas tree was shining brightly. “What’s up? You have I gifts for us?”

You stood in the aisle and watched. You loved how your tree was decorated. In addition to the standard balls and garlands, there were Isha's homemade cardboard toys, so childishly crookedly painted with wax crayons. And next to it hung the same cardboard - Jinx’s monkeys, you remember the day they did this together. Isha handed Jinx a small box, decorated with the same wax crayons, with a blue bow, and your girlfriend shook it quietly, trying to guess what was inside. “Hm, what’s that? What gift did Isha prepare for me?” She asked in her hoarse voice, adding emphasis, making the girl laugh. “Hey toots, come to us, don't stand there!”

Little girl ran up to you and pulled you by the hand to sit with them. “Okay okay guys, I guess I have no choice.” You laughed and sat down with them under the big tree on the fluffy carpet. The logs in the fireplace crackled softly, sounds of the radio came from the kitchen. The whole house was filled with the aroma of cinnamon and clove candles that you recently bought while looking for gifts for your girls. Your hands reached for a carefully wrapped gift with the signature "Isha". “Hey! Look Santa brought you a present.” Isha looked at you with expressive eyes and shook her head. Jinx chuckled. "Come on, she's too old to believe in Santa, huh?" She poked her in the side again, causing the girl to giggle and Isha shook her head in agreement. "Oh come on, I should have at least tried."

Little hands took the box from you and quickly unwrapped the present. The wrapping was tear apart, Jinx found the ribbon from the bow and braided it into the red hair while the little girl examined her gift.

Isha held a pair of round glasses with an elastic band, the same as Jinx's, which she used to work on her inventions. Her yellow eyes sparkled with happiness, it seemed like she was going to explode with joy.

She jumped, climbing up you like a tree in a grateful embrace. You and Jinx looked at each other, her blue eyes seemed to have tears in them. The little girl let go of you and you leaned down to her eye level. “Hey superstar, why don’t you go to the kitchen and get all the ingredients to make cookies? Do you want to make them together?” Isha quickly shook her head and ran to the kitchen.

Jinx was still sitting in the same place, wiping away unwanted tears. "Hey, it's okay, no need to cry." You crawled up to her on your knees and put your hand on her cheek. "I'm not crying, you're lying." She said it quietly and uncertainly, knowing that she was the only one lying. You chuckled. "Okay, whatever you say." You remained sitting there. The fire was still crackling, softly illuminating her face. "Thank you." A husky whisper fell from her lips. Your thumb stroked her cheekbone and you lifted her head so that Jinx was looking at you. "For what?" She bit her lip and a finger dropped to them to stop her from hurting herself. She was silent.

“For everything. You’re my glasses.” Your gaze caught on something off to the side. There was mistletoe hanging from the Christmas tree, right between you, and you realized it was a sign. “No need, babe.” A hand turned her head to the side. "Look." Jinx noticed the mistletoe and smiled sweetly. She crawled up to you and pressed your lips together. You could taste her cherry balm and the faint chemical smell of paint that always wafted from all her things. You held her as if she was the last jewel in the world until you ran out of air. Your lips parted, but you continued to touch your foreheads, looking into each other's eyes. “Merry Christmas, toots.”

[mere-mortifer]

♥ Sanji/Reader Rec List ♥

40+ fics & authors suggestions! Click here to view this on a separate web page for easier navigation ♥

Sometimes I’m normal about fictional characters, other times I become psycho-sexually obsessed with them and relentlessly look for fanworks where they get smooched and hugged into oblivion. And by characters I mean Sanji.

So here’s a non-comprehensive list of Sanji/Reader fics that I love, most of them rated Explicit. This got sooo long because I kept finding other works to add while scrolling through my bookmarks and reblogs, it goes to show how good the fandom is! (Assume, unless otherwise stated, that Sanji is more on the sexually submissive side, since I like what I like and seek out that dynamic specifically.)

Authors I love

I’m starting this list with a few mentions of my favorite authors, although I’m sure I’m stating the obvious with most of these and you all know them already. Who cares! Go re-read their stuff! Leave a comment! Give them your money!

1. One Piece Works by @onlymurphy

Not to fall into hyperbole, but I owe OnlyMurphy my life. If you’re here reading this list then surely you love this author already, so this a good excuse to re-read the entire Grow Old With Me series. Sanji’s characterization is top-notch, and if you enjoy explorations of his self worth issues and how they would affect an otherwise loving romantic relationship then look no further. Also the author is a very talented smut writer (very talented writer in general, make no mistake), and that's the greatest accolade I can give them. Imagine me putting a gold metal around their neck but I’m the one who's moved to tears about it.

Honorable mentions for the filthiest-yet-very-romantic works in their catalog:

🌶 Do That Again

🌶 Wildest Dreams

🌶 If I’m Lucky

2. One Piece Works by @citrinae

I’m linking the masterlist for this author ‘cause I really like all their Sanji-centric fics, and I’d love, love, love to see more. Sanji is so princely and devoted, just an absolute dream of a man, and he’s putting a lot of effort into making the reader feel loved. He gets stellar results in my opinion.

3. One Piece Works by @thus-spoke-lo (GoldExperience86 on Ao3)

There are three fics in particular by this author that I couldn’t pick a favorite from if you held me at gunpoint: 

🌶 Let Me Help 

🌶 Worth the Wait

🌶 Dear Diary 

Have you ever read a sex scene so good you bypass getting horny and go straight into mourning, knowing you won’t be able to read it for the first time again? That has not stopped me from reading all these roughly a million times. Click on those links. Look at me in the eyes, listen very carefully: click on those links. I say this because I love you and want you to be happy. 

You will find other fics by them in the rec list because 1) I couldn’t resist and 2) I’m pretty sure they have more things posted on Tumblr than Ao3, at least as separate one-shots.

4. 🌶One Piece Fics by @untolduttering

Author, I know deep in my soul that you love Sanji as much as I do. Fortunately I’m okay with sharing. If anything I'm glad I'm not alone in the trenches.

Check out all her fics and snippets, her writing is incredible and I’ve loved every single thing about Sanji she’s ever posted. Each time I open Tumblr and I see a new post by her, my day gets a little brighter. She writes one of my favorite versions of Sanji ever, insatiable and devoted and so, so hot. He couldn’t be more my type if he tried. 

I want to single out her vampire!Sanji one-shot because I haven’t seen this trope used by anyone else and I liked it a lot! It fits so well, what with the theme of hunger and Sanji’s inability to ask for what he needs:

Hunger 

The meta post that inspired the fic

5. One Piece Works by @fanaticsnail

Fanaticsnail, you’re the only one who has ever made me willingly click on a smut fic that involved Doflamingo just because Sanji was there, too, and I love your Sanji so damn much (p.s.: everyone go read it, 🌶 Seat Number Four).

One of their fics also appears in the Sex Pollen section, and since that one is particularly filthy let me add here two fluffy, romantic fics where Sanji is all cute and flustered by the reader:

Kiss The Cook

Your Flirty Chef

Yearning & Pining

The title of the section is pretty self-explanatory: fics where and the reader are not together, but God knows they want to.

6. 🌶 Wanting by @froggiewrites

This fic…holy shit. I’m genuinely writing this with tears in my eyes. The yearning & pining & longing mixed with the sexual tension so thick you can cut it with a knife makes for a truly incredible read. Only for real Sanji lovers, if you’re not nodding along at each desperate thought the reader insert has about this man then I’m sorry but you’re only a casual Sanji liker.

7. 🌶 My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand by ladyhabanera

[screaming crying throwing up] no yeah I’m very normal about this fic, I like it a totally normal amount. In the Ao3 comments I say that “Sanji is so so dreamy—a heady mix of submissive and deeply romantic”, and then if you scroll a little you find my other comment which is just me yelling in all caps at my second reread. I not only stand by both, but I’m doubling down. 

8. Puzzled by @mynewblackdress

What a lovely series, and what a lovely trope…misunderstandings due to bad communication are as irritating and useless in real life as they are incredibly fun to read about. The reader is convinced that Sanji’s earnest compliments are his fucked up way of making fun of her, and it takes a while before they figure out that he means every word. Give it a read if you want a break from the sea of smut that I’ve added to this list, and you're the mood for opla!Sanji in particular. 

9. Sweet Confession by @softonshanks

I have one specific weakness that I’m glad to often see in fics: Sanji getting a hug while he’s busy cooking, and he’s all cute and flustered about it because he didn’t expect the affection.  And this fic has that + Sanji’s a pining mess for the reader, who he’s FWBs with despite the fact that he’s totally in love with her + she’s taller than him and he loves it. I’ve hit the jackpot. I’d love to see more Sanji fics from this author, so much so that I’m gonna ask her pretty please in Italian: Sara, ti prego, facci sognare.

10. 🌶 Your Name by @strawhatsoraya

Now, the one pining in this fic is me. Sanji and the reader are actually complete strangers, but if what appeals to you in mutual pining fics is the gut-wrenching depth of the feelings described, then I think you should check out this little one-shot. My notes on Ao3 are “Tfw when a pwp hits your id so well it bypasses making you horny and goes straight to suicidal”—do with that what you will. Also, check out the rest of this author’s fics and make a whole evening out of it.

Ft. Zoro

Get that stinky Mosshead out of my sight…no, wait, let him stay. I guess we can take turns on Sanji or something.

11. 🌶 Picture You by @froggiewrites

I don’t usually read Sanji fics where Zoro is heavily involved, but I’m glad that that didn’t stop me from clicking on this one (also, to be fair, they take turns on the reader. Well, the reader takes turns on them.) My note on the Ao3 bookmark is “God-tier sad horny Sanji characterisation”...couldn't have said it better, me from the past. 

12. 🌶 Shaken Up Hearts by @lyriumcoloredskies

Okay so I lied, maybe I do like it when Zoro is heavily involved, as long as it’s a collab to team up on Sanji. Sanji gets lovingly demolished in this one, but before he gets there he’s sad like a kicked puppy about not being allowed to kiss both you and Zoro. Who am I to say no to a heavy dose of Zosan in my het Sanji smut?

13. 🌶 Nuvole e Lenzuola by redtendou

This one’s niche because it’s written in Italian. I was stunned by the author’s ability to make a graphic sex scene actually work despite Italian’s atrocious sex-related lexicon–trust me, it’s a struggle. If you’re into Zoro and the reader ganging up on Sanji and you understand Italian, definitely give it a read.

Spa day for the soul

Fics where you take care of Sanji, or Sanji takes care of you, or where there are actual spa activities thrown into the mix. God knows this man needs some TLC once in a while.

14. 🌶 My Pampered Prince by @sheerxfiction

It’s Sanji’s turn to spend some time flat on his back on the kitchen table–it’s what he deserves. If you’re craving a brilliant smutty fic where Sanji gets pampered then you've foudn it, the reader take really good care of him in this one–and I have to give bonus points for the heavy dose of Sanji’s self-worth issues and the readersinsert fighting back against his refusal to get taken care of. Get loved, idiot.

15. 🌶 Shower Time by @chibieggplant

Cute, hot, sexy–I’m talking both about the writing and Sanji in this fic. He takes a shower with the reader and spends the entire time in disbelief that he gets to tenderly wash her body, feeling quite embarrassed by how into it he is, despite the fact that this an established relationship fic. And that’s how I like my boys!

16. 🌶 Vinsmoke Sanji: Not all Men are Rats by livingonadaydream

I love, love, love fics where Sanji gets pampered…but it doesn’t hurt to read the complete opposite once in a while. A very sweet Sanji makes sure that the reader gets a very happy ending.

First Time

We'll never know the canonical sexual history for any One Piece characters because Oda is, unfortunately, a coward. However I'm not surprised that Sanji is considered by many the most virgin to have ever virgined in the history of virginity—so here's a list of fics where you pop his cherry. Be delicate, please...he's very sensitive.

17. 🌶 Say When by @venomatically

This one has to be the first I tell you about. If you go check the comments on Ao3 you’ll find me absolutely losing my mind after my first read, and there’s no quick comment I can add here to fully explain how much I love this author, her writing, and–Good Lord in Heaven–the way she writes Sanji. He’s a virginal pervert. He’s got that dog in him and it happens to be a cute little puppy. He’s so sweet and adoring he can’t bear to tell you how often he thinks about fucking you. I need someone to invent him in real life, it’s not even funny anymore. (Also, if you like to see Sanji actually get a little depraved, check out her other fic, too: 🌶 Letting Off Steam)

18. 🌶 Lust by @tetzoro

Ooh, this one’s hot. It starts so poetic and romantic, but as Sanji loses himself in the feeling the descriptions get more carnal. I love his POV here. Also it involves one of my favourite things ever: the readers starts on top but when it gets too good Sanji can't resist and he flips her over to do all the work himself. Who else cheered?

Sex Pollen

While writing this rec list I realized I have at least four sex pollen fics where Sanji eats something he shouldn’t and then…I wanna say “regrets it”, but the consequences are that he has hot sweaty sex with someone he’s really into. If he were to notice the trend I think he might start putting the wrong thing in his mouth on purpose.

19. 🌶 It’s a what flower?! by @sanjifucker42069

From the blog name alone I knew I’d found a kindred spirit. They have written for both the animanga and OPLA, and to be honest it’s hard for me to pick a favorite work. That’s a lie, this one’s my favorite. The author has a great sense of humor, and this fic in particular is both very funny and incredibly hot. I love how desperate and pathetic Sanji gets, and how hard the reader insert is trying to keep things PG before it becomes obvious they just have to fuck! Good problems to have if you ask me.

20. 🌶 a fever you can't sweat out by @cryocandy

I remember reading this one day right before work. My shift was about to start, and I was sitting by myself in the car reading the smoking hot sex scene for no good reason at all, ensuring that I wouldn't be able to focus on anything productive for the rest of the day. Sanji in this fic is so dreamy and cute and pathetic, all qualities enhanced greatly by the amazing writing. If you don’t think you like fuck-or-die fics, do yourself a favour and read this one anyway. 

21. 🌶 Needy Boy by @maddddstuff

My note on Ao3 for this one was “Single-handedly made me into spanking btw, if you even care”, and I stand by it. He’s the one that gets spanked by the way, in case someone was in doubt.

22. 🌶 Someone Help Me by @fanaticsnail

Sanji’s a mess in this one. A total and complete mess, and I loved every word of it–also, since in the first part Sanji is struggling against the effects of the sex pollen all on his lonesome, this fic might also appeal to my fellow Sanji whump fans.

Dom!Sanji & Co.

Just because I have a preference for Sanji being a sub it doesn’t mean I will scoff at fics where he’s more dominant in bed. Here are the ones I stumbled upon that I’ve really liked! (Also I’m using the term “dominant” very loosely here, in some of these fics he’s simply more assertive in bed.)

23. Too Much (Take Me Home) by @secretwritingspot

This is THEE dom!Sanji series for me. There’s no sex in it, it’s more of an exploration of the sub/Dom dynamic and why someone would crave submitting to another person. Sanji finds himself in the dominant role with little warning, but he’s damn great at it in his usual adoring and tender way. I’m linking the first fic of the series, but the author has written more for this scenario!

24. 🌶 Leg Day by 1LucaCola1

The title says it all; fantastic premise for a smoking hot pwp fic. If I had the opportunity to train and make good use of Sanji’s expertise, I’d also push myself too far until my legs were shaking, and then let him do other things to me to make the shaking even worse.

25. 🌶 very professional nights by @missfrustration

Ugh, I love this one! Sanji is your superior at the Baratie, and he’s so very stern with you until he isn’t at all. Love the bait and switch of a Sanji whose professionalism makes him act a little cold when clients’ satisfaction is on the line but simply melts when he’s alone with the reader. And everything he ends up doing to the reader in this fic, I’d hardly call a punishment.

26. 🌶 Doodled Hearts by Twisted_Inkwell

Soft dom Sanji fucks you hard but he’s sweet talking to you in French the whole time. I don’t know what else to add to convince you to read this one, that should be plenty.

In the kitchen

To fuck the cook, you’ll have to look for him in his natural habitat. Then you can proceed to ruin the kitchen table for everyone else.

27. 🌶 Midnight Snack by BombasticBastard

This fic is a part of a Sanji/Reader/Zoro series, but I’m linking Part 2 where it’s just you and our lovely boy. As the title says, the reader is craving a midnight snack and goddamn, she gets the best one the Sunny’s pantry has to offer. This could also go in the Dom!Sanji category because he quite literally talks you through it, as the kids say nowadays, but he also showers the reader in compliments & he confesses his love, so overall he’s too much of a big ol’ softie to call him dominant in any way.

28. 🌶 All It Takes by mooseskulls

Reader catches Sanji being the pervert that he is, stolen underwear and badly-hidden moans included. This one has both a gender neutral version and a transmasc!reader one, I thought that was lovely–this way lots of different people can enjoy the “getting bent over the kitchen counter” scenario. 

29. 🌶 Compliments to the Chef by @tigreblue

The Author says this is their first fic–if that’s the case, they’ve got a bright future ahead of them. We all know Sanji doesn’t easily accept love and gratitude, but some good ol’ finger-sucking ought to convince him. Things degenerate beautifully from there.

Dark(er)

By darker I mean that I’m adding here fics where Sanji is something other than an absolute sweetheart. You’ll understand how actually dark any of these fics are from my comments and the authors’ tags, but they all have the general vibe of “Sanji is a sleazy pervert” in varying degrees of illegality.

30. 🌶 appetite by @groubee

Ooh…this one’s fucked up. Sanji is an unreliable narrator that makes non-con somnophilia sound kinda cute, actually (it really isn’t.) In his defense he’s written as some sort of incubus-slash-sex-demon. The author doesn’t go into detail but they don’t need to, it’s all about the sickly sweet mood (emphasis on sickly) of a tender lover who’s also a horrible, horrible person.

31. 🌶 Letting Off Steam by @venomatically

He’s a freak in this one, but he’s soooo nice about it and he’s soooo thankful that you’re letting him be a complete pervert who can get away with waking you up by stroking his cock over your face. 

32. 🌶 Smile for the Camera by @thus-spoke-lo 

This one broke my heart and turned me on at the same time, I give it a full five stars. It’s a short and sweet one-shot where Sanji breaks down all your walls and then does the same to your trust in men…enjoy!

33. 🌶 Compliments to the Chef by @thus-spoke-lo

I realize only now that this fic and Smile for the Camera are by the same author. That’s not gonna stop me from reccing this little series, too–in the notes on Tumblr you can see that this was written for a “sleazeball collab”, which should tell you something about Sanji’s characterization. While reading this I felt like that lady in the comic about sexual harassment on the workplace…like yeah maybe I would be okay with it if the guy was hot enough. And by workplace I mean a shitty restaurant, and by guy I mean Sanji in the role of the line cook who smokes too much and is very transparent about wanting to bang you on the counter where lunch service is prepared.

34. 🌶 Use me by moosetracksandscenechanges

This fic! My God! I’m adding it here not because there are hard kinks or morally dubious dynamics between the characters, but I still think it fits. It has its sad moments due to a generally darker atmosphere and a more aloof version of Sanji (not that aloof, still recognisably himself)...but also he willingly gets tied to a bed. Sub Sanji lovers stay winning. My hopeless romantic heart hopes that Sanji and the reader will actually get together, but there’s a lot to love about the fwb dynamic they’ve got going on right now. A bittersweet read in the best way.

35. Conjugate the Ways by @secretwritingspot

Oh, Sanji has a foul mouth in this one, but he’s speaking French so he’s forgiven…also the reader has no idea what the hell he’s saying to her. It’s creepy in a cute way! The fic doesn’t include actual smut, it’s just Sanji fantasizing out loud about the things he wants to do with you, but if you’re in the mood for some good ol’ sexual tension, give it a read.

36. 🌶 Ma chérie by marriedtosanji

He lied to you! About being French, of all things! I would never forgive him. He’s really good in bed though, so he makes up for it. The smut here is so delightful it does a 180% and goes back to breaking my heart over the fact that I’ll never meet a cute stranger in a bar who wants to seduce and is also Mr. Sanji Onepiece himself. 

Voyeurism

I swear this isn’t even in my top 10 kinks, I guess that Sanji’s character simply inspires a lot of authors to put him in situations where he’s staring. Watching. Ogling. Observ–you’ve got the gist of it. 

37. “It’s entirely too obvious [...]” by @ofallthingsnasty

[giggling and kicking my feet] the reader makes Sanji sweat cold in this one…I love when he’s nervous, I love when he’s desperate for forgiveness! He doesn’t do anything bad, but the fic is all about him watching the reader eat and obviously liking it a bit too much. The mood is suggestive but overall it stays pretty innocent until the end.

38. 🌶 Voyeurs by snackshack

Thank you Zoro and Nami for your help in making this happen, we couldn’t have done it without you. Sanji and the reader are in a freak4freak relationship, a match made in Heaven. Very good smut and a delicious premise!

39. 🌶 Perversion by glossyjoonie

@Sanji: babygirl you suck ♥ Short and sweet fic part of a larger collection (there are other Sanji-focused chapters, check out those ones, too!) where Sanji gets caught spying on all his favourite ladies: Nami, Robin, and you. Robin sticks around for a while in this one, but in the end the reader is the one who shows Sanji what happens to boys who misbehave.

40. 🌶 Just Between Us by @mytanuki-kun

This man is always spying on you in the shower, in bed, from behind a bush or whatever…it’s about time he gets a taste of his own medicine. I adore this fic, I remember reading the first chapter and hoping the author would update as soon as possible because I was hooked. Sanji catches you ogling him in secret and he plays into it cause he’s a horny bastard and the love of my life. The writing is incredible and Sanji’s characterization is so, so dreamy and sexy and adorable.

That’s all, folks. You have enough material to survive a nuclear war, you can spend many happy decades closed in your bunker eating canned food and reading reader insert One Piece fanfiction. 

My final, desperate request is this one: does anyone have the link to a Sanji fic where he’s 40 years old and he hired a babysitter (you) for his kid, but then one night the kid is somewhere else and you two end up hooking up? Please? Pretty please? I think it was part of a collection or series but I can’t find it anywhere!

[uwurakax]

-> HQ AS TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS +

summary just the vibes of t.swift songs/lyrics and who (i think) match with the haikyuu guys ♡

-> i srsly missed them sm omg, clownin (also im rusty pls cri), maybe one day we'll write more on t.s songs bc dang she's killin it rn

(also edit bc i just came back to check this again before posting but, i thought it was fitting bc ya girl got eras tour tickets!)

(( edit two - you can see from above when i started working on this, came back and came back again rn, bc sis is making friendship bracelets rn for next month aa! and i got inspired by this lol - i also just have impeccable taste ))

featuring kageyama || oikawa || akaashi || kenma || atsumu ♡

+ i got other stuff ready to post promise, i just needed this out there +

KING OF MY HEART

"and we rule the kingdom inside my room, 'cause all the boys and their expensive cars... never took me quite where you do and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

it's not easy moving on. you'd been scorned before, and had your heart broken. it wasn't a secret to know you'd been on guard, had your heart under lock and key. created a tall, ivory tower that you made sure no one else would think of scaling. that was before you mer him. it was implausibly easy. how everything fell into place when you were just within his vicinity. maybe being hurt wasn't so bad, because if you didn't face them, they wouldn't have led you to him, here and now. he wasn't just the king of the court anymore, another invisible crown bestowed onto him as he climbed; holding the key to you.

- kageyama ♡

LOVER

"i take this magnetic force of a man to be my... my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue, alls well that ends well to end up with you, swear to be overdramatic and true to my... lover"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you knew he was a star, anyone with eyes could see. he was destined for great things, and you were a planet following, orbiting around his sun. you'd always follow, for as long as he wanted. your greatest pleasure though was with the mundane. you'd take the stardom, the fame... but you lived for the monotonous. where it was just you and him. you hoped it would last forever. hand in hand, nothing would stop you. whether it was cheering for him on the sidelines, or laying beside him at night, you'd love him for eternity.

- oikawa ♡

GORGEOUS

"ocean blue eyes, looking in mine, i feel like i might sink and drown and die, you're so gorgeous i can't say anything to your face, cause look at your face; gorgeous"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

starstruck, awestruck, wonderstruck. any and every 'struck' you could think of, and thats the feelings that grew the moment you locked eyes on him. it was such a cliche, a crowded room with a bunch of other bodies, and yet you seemed to naturally gravitate towards him. love at first sight. a concept so wildly unbelievable and yet so captivating, that the most famous love story revolved around it. yet here you were, stunned into silence, because this was what you were experiencing now. completely out of your comfort zone, never had anyone ever made you feel like this before; but what could you say? he's gorgeous.

- akaashi ♡

YOU BELONG WITH ME

"i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry, i know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams, think i know where you belong, think i know it's with me"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

it's not easy being in love with your best friend. you knew practically everything about him. so why was he with her when you were always in his corner from the beginning? the late night gaming sessions and text messages. she just wasn't good for him. she didn't understand him like you did, and his calls and conversations all but proved how much better you could be for him. so why? you didn't need to ponder long, because soon enough he was at your doorstep late into the night, confessing how it was a mistake, how he ended things with her and if he could come inside to talk.

- kenma ♡

CRUEL SUMMER

"and i snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate, and i scream for whatever it's worth 'i love you! aint that the worst thing you ever heard?' he looks up grinning like a devil"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you had heard about him. heard about how he wasn't good enough for you, and that you shouldn't get involved. you never were a good listener, and soon enough you became involved with him. despite the little voice in your head telling you to let go, you couldn't. it wasn't supposed to be forever, and you were okay with that. initially anyway. catching feelings for something that would end in disaster... but you couldn't end it. not yet. just how deep did you dive into whatever this was? you couldn't pinpoint when it went south, but did that matter? you were too far gone. the anticipation grew the longer this lasted, and in a bout of stress, you blurted out your confession. not your finest moment, and you were sure he'd shun you for good. turn his back on you and walk away, leaving you to mend your broken heart. he didn't though. he just stood there, with his stupid smirk that made you fall for him to begin with, confessing the same words you all but screamed at him moments ago.

- atsumu ♡

[littlemessyjessi]

"Babydolls and Bucky Bears": A Holiday MCU Imagine: Bucky Barnes

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A MCU Holiday Imagine: Bucky Barnes 

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader, PS Reader, Reader 

Warnings: Bucky’s past? Reader has a minor injury.  I mean, this is just referenced and nothing serious.   

Use of Y/N because we all know that if I do a full backstory and name this character right now that none of us will ever see the end of this.  At least not in this calendar year.  But ya’ll know me and ya’ll should know that this has been added to the list of things to turn into stories with characters because I get attached to my writing.  Moving on. 

Fem Identifying reader because I love me some womenses.  I just like writing about a woman especially if I’m already having a love interest with a man.  Because bi panic and I’m selfish.  I want both and the joy of me writing it means I can do that and give myself that little gift. 

If you don’t vibe with that, that’s cool.  Have a lovely day and see ya round.  No worries here.

If you’re under 18, get out.  Love you but get out.   Tis not the place for you.  Be kind to yourselves, drink water and have a great day.  Love you, but leave. 

……

Bucky narrowed his eyes at the black dog that greeted him calmly when he opened the door. 

Not calmly in the way that Dumbledore calmly asked Harry if he’d put his name in the Goblet of Fire movie. 

But calmly as in the way it happened in the book. 

Because all that dog did was sit there, wag his tail and give him a doggy smile. 

Bucky rolled his eyes but the corner of his mouth tugged up a bit. 

He knew his girlfriend, Y/N, was the cause of this. 

“Babe?” he called out. 

“In here!” came her voice from the living room.  

Odd that she didn’t absolutely maul him the moment he walked through the door like she usually did…. but he let it go. 

Perhaps, she was prolonging the lecture that they both knew was coming. 

She could run but she couldn’t hide.  

“Babe, come on, we talked about the dog thing…” Bucky started as he began to pull off his coat and toe off his boots. 

“He’s just visiting for a week, Buck.  Bruno belongs to Anton.” she called back.  

“Aside from the fact that you sang to me over and over and over again that we don’t talk about Bruno… who’s Anton?” he said. 

“He’s in my book club.  He and his wife, Delilah, are going out of town this week to visit the in-laws. Something about they have to go this time because her brother is bringing his new boyfriend and she’s gotta be there for moral support. Anyway,  said in-laws are allergic to dogs.   They offered for me to just stay there and house sit with Bruno but I know you and I know you’d come to collect me before the first night.”  she said, ending with a knowing giggle. 

 “Uh, yeah.  How am I supposed to sleep without my cuddle buddy?” he said, smiling as more of those giggles floated through the air like music to his ears. “Do you want some hot chocolate, doll?” 

“Ooooh, yes please!” she all but squealed. 

Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he turned towards her little hot cocoa cart. 

She’d thrown an unholy fit when she discovered them on Pinterest. 

Pinterest was Bucky’s greatest foe for it was Pinterest that inspired that woman to DIY and when her ADHD kicked in somehow he always came home to an explosion of glitter. 

However, he would admit that the little bar cart turned hot cocoa cart was actually very useful. 

He’d have been just as happy with a Swiss Miss cocoa packet but she got a thrill out of stocking it with all kinds of treats to make the most epic mug of chocolate to have ever existed….. and she did come up with some pretty good combinations. 

“Marshmallows?” he called out. 

She gasped and recognized that tone. 

She was offended. 

“Sorry.” he laughed. “My mistake.” 

“The audacity.” he heard her mumble. 

It was only a few moments more and Bucky had loaded up a tray with their cocoas along with the christmas tree cakes and gingerbread cookies that he knew she’d whine about if he brought it to her without it.  

She’d get up and get it herself… but she’d definitely pout. 

As cute as he thought she was when she was pouting… he wanted to streamline this whole process and get right to the cuddling. 

It had been a day. 

He just wanted to hold her for a while and watch whatever oversaturated Christmas movie she chose for the night. 

Probably the Grinch…. for the millionth time. 

He didn’t mind it though. 

She always cried when the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes  and he thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world. 

However, the second he rounded the corner into the living room… he just stood completely frozen. 

There, in their home was an enormous tree… made from metal. 

Boxes of ornaments were on the floor and sat on the couch, in a nest of blankets, was the love of his life. 

“Buck?” 

He blinked, “Um?” 

The sound of her taking in a huge breath should have prepared him for the onslaught of anxiety ridden explanations but he was honestly just paralyzed with shock at this massive silver tree.  

“Ok, so I know we said we would just do a fake tree because the real one would leak sap everywhere but then I got stuck on TikTok seeing terrifying, horrible stories where those things caught on fire because the wiring is terrible and I didn’t want us to burn alive so for the past month I’ve been making this and scouring all the thrift stores in the tristate area for vintage tree ornaments and I know it’s not traditional but-” she all but exploded, speaking at rate which one could only describe as that of Gilmore Girl proportions.   

“Sweetheart.”

“And I know I sprung the dog situation on you but I really didn’t know until a few hours ago but I didn’t have time to call you because I had to pick up the jukebox this morning.  It’s cute, Buck.  The tabletop ones from an old diner and it’s loaded with Christmas songs!”

“Babe.” 

“And then I had a record on hold from a vintage shop and then the lights for the fireplace came in.  The safe ones! Not the ones that will burn us alive in our sleep!” 

“Doll.” 

“So I had to run out and get the lights and then go get Bruno and get back home and get it all decorated for you because I wanted you to come home to a magically decorated home for the holidays but then I slipped and slid half way down the street in the ice and… here I am.” she said. 

Bucky set the tray down on the table before kneeling in front of her. 

“Ok, so first, take a breath. I don’t think you’ve breathed once since you started.” he teased, happy to have gotten a smile out of her. “Come on.  Big breath and let it out.” 

“Hey, those are my tricks.” 

“Dollface, I don’t think you can claim breathing as one of your tricks.  You might have to take that up with God.” 

“You right. Sorry, Jesus.”

Bucky shook his head, “And I’m not mad.   I don’t mind the dog thing anyway.  I just worry about us having time to take care of one but if you want to hear the truth- since you started working from home more… Which thank you for that by the way.  I know you can handle yourself but knowing you’re here sometimes takes the edge off a little.” 

Her hand found the side of his face, thumb swiping across his cheek, “I know, Buck.  I don’t mind it at all actually.” 

They shared a smile, “I don’t hate the idea of you having a dog here with you either.  I mean, I’d like to be included in the decision and I would really, really prefer it if they had some additional training.   I’ve thought about adopting a retired police dog.  I actually know of a few that need good homes.” 

“James Buchanan Barnes, I love that idea and I love you for thinking of it.  You might get lucky tonight if we can figure out a way to do this without me having to move my foot too much.” she said. 

Bucky smirked but wasted no time in digging around in her blanket nest to find the wounded limb, “Well, I know of several positions that involve your legs over my shoulders so I think we can figure that part out, baby. But let me see.  Did you hurt it badly?” 

“Not too bad. I just sprained it, I think.   And then of course it was icy and I slid.   Oh, we have a trash can lid to return by the way.” she said and at Bucky’s arched brow, she pulled it from where it was leaning against the side table looking very much like Cap’s shield. 

He sighed, “Do I wanna know?” 

“Well, I couldn’t get up because of my ankle and because the ice was slippery too.  Bruno is actually one smart puppy because he brought me that lid, nudged me on and then he literally pulled me home.  Anton and Delilah put his harness on for him before we left so I just held the leash and he pulled me home.  I don’t know what I would’ve done without him.  Oh, I want to make brownies for Miss Helen’s grandsons across the street.  They’re the ones that helped me inside and brought all the stuff up.   When I fell, I dropped everything, which included my phone.  Couldn’t have even called you.  Bruno was a very good boy.” she said, aiming a fond smile at the black lab sitting in the doorway. 

Bucky patted the floor next to him and held out his hand to the dog who all but ran to slide his head underneath it for pets. 

“Thanks, Bruno.” Bucky said, scratching behind the dog’s ears.  “I will cook you a steak for this tonight.” 

“Well deserved!” Y/N cheered and Bruno happily wagged hs tail. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” he asked. 

She sighed but nodded, “Yeah, I just hate that the house is a mess.  I might need to house sit for Anton and Delilah anyway though.” 

At his furrowed brows she explained, “They fancy over there, babe.   Bruno’s doggy door literally has a remote.  As does his feed and water bowls.   He’s upscale, Buck.  I can do all that from their couch with the remotes.” 

He nodded before giving her a small smile, “Or I could be completely out of action for the next two weeks and live out this little holiday fantasy of yours.” 

“I would personally love nothing more than to have a very cute man servant for the next two weeks.” she said with an impish little smile, “However, Sam might need you.” 

“Sam is gonna be fine.” Bucky laughed. “It would be a blessing to him for me to be out of what little hair he has.” 

“Bucky, that’s not true.” she laughed. 

“He’s training like three newbies.” Bucky said. 

“Oh.” Y/N said and then gave a nod, “Yeah, probably for the best.  Ya’ll would kill each other.” 

“Exactly.” he said. “I’ll let him know later that he can finally have some peace of mind training them the way he’d like to and I will spend the next two weeks doing whatever Hallmark Holiday Bucket List that I know you have hidden away somewhere.” 

“Well, ice skating is definitely crossed off that list.” she said. 

“Baby, seems to me that you’ve already done your ice skating this year.” he said, gesturing to her swollen ankle.  “If sledding with snow dogs was on there, mark that as completed as well.” 

“Will do.” she giggled. 

“So there is a list!” 

“Of course there’s a list, James! How the heck do you expect me to get anything done without a list?” 

The two of them fell into laughter. 

Bucky ordered in, Door Dashing enough food to feed an army. 

He claimed it was because fast food would make her foot feel better.  

In reality, his babygirl was hurt and honestly he just wanted to give her all her favorites. 

He also ordered a steak for Bruno, the best boy, and decided to text that friend of his. 

A dog definitely seemed like a good idea now. 

The dog might not be ready to go by Christmas… but he could definitely make her holiday by taking her to see them. 

‘Hey, it’s Bucky.  You know how we talked about the dogs the other day? I’m on board and I got time to come by over the next couple of weeks.  Lemme know a good time.’ he texted only to receive a reply almost instantly.

‘Great timing.  Come by anytime and we’ll go from there.’ 

Bucky looked over the scene in his home

An explosion of holiday cheer and right in the middle of it was his sweet girl sipping her hot cocoa watching Disney Channel holiday episodes and scratching the dog’s head. 

This was about as close to heaven as he had gotten in a long time. 

He looked up to the ceiling for a second before giving a little nod and he said a prayer to God or the Universe or however the creator wanted to be addressed these days, “Thank you. This is better than I ever thought I get and far more than I ever thought I deserved.  Thank you.” 

“Hey, Buck, come watch! Raven just had a vision that she’s  getting a necklace for Christmas!” 

He smiled and settled into the couch beside her, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“You ok, babe?” she asked. 

“I’m great, babe. This is nice.” he said. 

“I’m sorry about the mess. I’ll get it cleaned up when I can stand.” She apologized. 

“You’re not standing for several days and you can take that any way you want.” he said with a smirk before adding seriously, “And I’ll get all this cleaned up and take care of the dog.” 

“But-” 

“No.” he said. “I don’t usually get to be involved in the decorating process anyway.  I’m gone more than I’d like  and don’t get me wrong- I love coming home to it, baby.  It’s so nice to come home and see all the time and effort you put into our home.  But it’ll be nice to be a part of it.  Take this opportunity to boss me around, babe.  It doesn’t happen often.” 

“Oh, I can think of plenty of times I boss you, James.” she said, keeping her gaze on the television. 

She always looked so sweet but Bucky knew the feisty little firecracker that resided behind all that holiday cheer. 

He chose to save his response for later… when Bruno was in his bed and they were in theirs. 

“But I’ll take care of Bruno.” she continued. “I agreed.  Not you.  It’s my responsibility.” 

“We’ll call it even for him rescuing the love of my life.” Bucky said. “Besides, consider it a trial run on the dog idea.” 

“Yeah, but.” 

“Baby, I’m not taking no for an answer here.” he said before furrowing his brows. “Despite how creepy that just sounded.   Does anyone listen when they say things like that?  That sounded very-” 

“Assaulty? Stalkery?” she supplied. 

“Yeah.” he said. “Babe, that’s not how-” 

“Oh, can it, Barnes.” she laughed. “I know you would never.  You’ve literally changed my shirt for me when I was too drunk to function and puked on myself. Yet, you kept your eyes closed and still asked for consent over and over.  Despite the fact that you have seen me naked plenty of times before.”  

“Well, babe, I just-” 

“I know and I love you for it.” 

“You shouldn’t love me for basic human kindness.” 

“I don’t.” she said. “I love you because you acknowledge that basic human kindness is something that is sometimes very lacking in the world.   I know that you understand that better than most on levels that most couldn’t even come close to in their deepest, darkest nightmares.  I love YOU, Bucky.  And I know that who you are is so true because despite all of the horrible things that have happened in your life… that little light?  That little light still shines and that’s you.  That’s my Bucky Bear.” 

“I love you, Babydoll.  Merry Christmas.” 

“I love you, Bucky Bear. Merry Christmas.” 

And the house was warm and full of contentment with the lovers cuddled close, ornaments twinkling in the firelight and a hound peacefully laying at their feet. 

A Merry Christmas it was. 

…….  

Hello, loves!  I hope you enjoy this holiday content! 

Hope ya’ll are having a great day! 

Love you. 

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A Few Updates

Hello everyone!

I have some exciting news and a few thoughts I want to share. Another long update, I'm sorry!

Codex Update: As you know, I've been working on updating the Codex. I've put a lot of thought into each entry, balancing new ideas with existing lore. While a lot of elements were already established, delving deeper into some topics has inspired some new ideas, and I want to ensure everything fits seamlessly. With this in mind, I'm considering releasing what I have so far while I continue to ponder over some of these newer concepts and refine older ones. In the next few days, I'll be going through more feedback to address some issues found before I plan to release the update.

New Story: I'm excited to share I've released a prologue and first chapter for From Here to Again! Writing something different is meant to help me grow as a writer and expand upon things I might not have considered before, especially when writing Twine.

I will not be making a Tumblr for this story right now, sorry!

I know I've shared other stories that I planned, and here are some updates on those:

Nautical Lost would definitely benefit from a later release as Within Your Eyes grows, as this story will expand upon the world lore and some events that will happen.

The Innkeeper (a working title), I decided to hold off on because I'm terrible at management games, it seems. It was meant to be a fun little story with shenanigans. However, I do want to revisit the idea later.

Short Stories: I've expressed I want to make some short stories, but I feel like there's a point in WYE I want to pass first before getting into them. But I do have one I'm working on that I want to release alongside Part Two that delves into the past.

Worries About Burnout: I know some of you are/might be worried about burnout, but I feel like I have a good system for myself. Writing is a journey I haven't explored much before. I did write, but it's something I didn't think I was good at because, honestly, I was told I wasn't. I know I'm not the greatest, but I want to grow and learn as a writer. I've been taking breaks to focus on other things I enjoy, even if it's still writing out ideas for other stories.

I appreciate all of the concern in this regard, not just for my well-being, but also for the love of my story. To see it abandoned would be heartbreaking not just for my readers, but for me as well. 'Within Your Eyes' has been an idea long in the making, shifting and growing. It's something I've always wanted to share, and I'm so happy I have!

Time for Questions: I'm ready to start answering some of your questions regarding Part One. Enough time has passed, I believe, to start delving into these. To respect those who haven't caught up yet, I'll include any spoilers under a 'Read More' tag. However, be mindful that some questions themselves might contain spoilers.

Regarding certain asks/scenarios, I think that discovering the answers through the story rather than in a post might be more rewarding. While I may still respond to these, I'll be thoughtful about placing them under a 'Read More' tag as well.

Regardless, I've been thinking more about how I should approach questions, not only in a way that's satisfying to you, but also benefits the story.

Closing Thoughts: Sorry again for the long update. I've been very reflective after releasing a second story, and I hope no one sees this as me diverting from WYE. I'm grateful for every one of you and for all of your words of encouragement and love. I hope you enjoy From Here to Again (if you decide to check it out) and continue to look forward to our Warden's journey.

Thank you!

[fuzzygoblin]

2024 Fic Roundup

Thanks @cheeseplants for starting this ask game and for the tag! What an excellent way to celebrate a year of creativity!

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens

How many words have you published in 2024?

Minus collabs my total is 202,481. How is it that many words? That's a lot of words...

What is your greatest achievement this year?

Finishing my first longfic! We All Scream for Ice Cream! It's silly and funny and fluffy and enemies to lovers with Shax shenanigans.

What are your favourite top three fics you wrote this year?

We All Scream for Ice Cream!

The war of the ice cream stands erupts as the weather warms up in St. James’s Park, London. Competing vendors Aziraphale and Crowley engage in a battle of shenanigans to see who comes out on top in this enemies-to-lovers venture.

I learnt so much about storytelling and arcs and started posting before it was complete so the pressure was on! It was also the first time I used a workskin on AO3!

Aziraphale and Crowley's Spooktacular Adventure

A Choose Your Own Adventure collaboration with 30 writers and artists. I learnt so much about workskins, html and worked with so many great creators, beta readers and amazing individuals who came together to create something terrifying amazing (it is a Halloween fic after all lol).

You Had Me at Halo

Anthony Crowley, manager of the trendy queer Nightingale Club in Soho, finds himself inexplicably aroused by the appearance of the pastel-clad angel’s arrival on the dancefloor. It doesn’t take Crowley long to woo the angel and take him upstairs to his office.

This was such silly fun to write. There are so many cheesy pickup lines packed into exactly 3999 words, I love it.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

Had to think about this one to find something I was comfortable to share. One of the lower moments was my own fic for the Songs and Poetry Exchange, it took a while and several tries to find inspiration. Thousands of words written that are discarded because it wasn't working out is a tough reality, but i was happy with the fic I ended up writing in the end.

What have you learned?

I've learnt more about grammar and punctuation in the last year than in the last several decades.

HTML coding and workskins. Even improved my spreadsheet skills.

Dipping my toes into digital art and making things again (it's been so long and yet so lovely to make something creative)

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Never say never, my personal motto for life in general has always been I'll finish that, eventually. And a fair amount of the time it actually does happen. In saying that I think my vampire AU is one that I would like to go back to and work on again.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

I beta'd many fics for many different writers. Shout out to @isiaiowin's Infernal Tango, @demonsandpieohmy's The devil's water, it ain't so sweet and @sixbynine-da's Against all Expectations

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

A Little Life  by @gaiaseyes451

An amazing fic by a phenomenal writer, Gaias wrote this for me as part of the Good Omens Poetry and Songs exchange, even anonymously reaching out to confirm if I was alright with the themes of the story (I said go for it and boy did she go for it). It's a heartrending tale that broke me in the very best way possible and has a place forever in my heart.

Our homeward steps were just as light by @on1occasionfork

Based on a reverse trope prompt, a nursing home AU that is so sweet and fluffy it's a definite favourite comfort fic that I've recommended many times.

Stuck On You by @zin-lynn-c

A wonderful story in a historical setting that held me captive right from chapter 1.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

So. Many. Ideas. Ones that I definitely intend to continue:

Gladiator AU

Vampire AU

Two Aussie AU ideas (The Block Reality Show AU and a Bondi Rescue AU)

Who do you want to thank?

@goodomensafterdark for fostering such a wonderful creative community. @isiaiowin for the cheer leading and betaing, you are amazing. @fishey-me for betaing and making my writing (and history and smut!) so much better.

Tag, answer any Qs that suit and play along!

@fishey-me, @phoen1xr0se, @alphacentaurinebula come join the fun!

[wintersoulwitch]

Right so fucking hell this may be the greatest thing that's ever happened to me? And I'm going to do my own rambling now... You have been warned😅

Me going insane over @silverview's a better son / daughter is what lead to me starting to write and share my own fics - the first one basically being a fanfic of that fanfic because I couldn't get the story out of my head - and that was the motivating factor for me resurrecting my Tumblr account and starting @unreesonable as a place to archive all my digital data hoarding.

Recently I've been having a tough time with my mental health and dealing with lots of anxiety/overwhelm. And part of that was feeling completely unable to create anything, and that everything I did create was crap bla bla bla etc etc. And even though she has been nothing but gracious and encouraging, I was feeling very awkward and self-conscious about treading on silverview's toes and being overbearing and taking over this story that she'd started. To the point where I was thinking I should never have carried on with it, I should have quit while I was ahead, I should just delete it.

Thanks to S/F I ended up spending time with silverview IRL for two Saturdays in a row 😅 And she was again very lovely and complimentary and told me she wanted me to carry on writing about Blake and Drew. So on my epic 8-hour coach journey home I tried to use the time to go through my notes and pick up some half-written scenes and commit to getting another chapter up.

And then while I was trying to push through the final doubts that were keeping me from hitting the post button, I got a really lovely comment from @dangerliesbeforeyou and it was so timely. Like, ah, OK, there's someone else who might like to read this. So I posted, and then I got the most fucking epic comment from silverview on ao3 😍and THEN today I open Tumblr and see a post from @not-xpr-art and was like "Hey! That's Blake and Drew!" And then... OMFG. The title is from a line in one of my fics. Something I wrote inspired this. And there are details in this image that I straightaway know come from words that I wrote. Words. That. I. Wrote. What. The. Fuck. Ahhhhhh.

Like earlier this week I was thinking about people who have statements in their profiles about giving permission for people to make fanart/podfics of their writing and I was like "Ahhh that would be so cool. But no one would ever make fanart based on something I wrote." AND THEN THEY DID. (And then I sent them a billion messages freaking out about it 😅😅😅😅)

And it's so good - did I say it's so good? I loooove the echo of The Kiss and the Fallen Angel tear, I love the brushstrokes on their clothes and the sheets, I love the way you've rendered the hair (Drew's curls 😭), and the echoes of Andrew Powell (who is, of course, my mental reference for 22-year old Drew) and the reference to Drew's outfit in the actual Trolley Problem ep (makes a note to mention argyle patterned boxers in an upcoming chapter), and the whole trapped vibe comes across perfectly.

Seriously nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I am blown away. And this post is a lot more open and vulnerable than the stuff I usually share but that's the fucking point of making art and putting it out in the world, isn't it???

[class1akids]

Nonnie asked: Is there a reason you’ve become so hostile towards Deku and Bakugou? Is it because the two main characters of the show get the spotlight main characters usually get? Or because All Might doesn’t pay as much attention to Shouto as he does to the other two, who have been set up from the early chapters to be his successors? It just seems unfair that ppl are hating the fact that Bakugou shared the title of ‘greatest hero’ when this has been set up from the start?

I've been hesitating whether to reply this bait question, but here it goes fwiw:

1. I'm not hostile to Deku and Bakugou as characters, but I have criticism of how the story handles them as of late. It's not the same. I think their dynamic was interesting until the apology chapter, but there was nothing truly interesting Hori managed to do with their dynamic after that, imho. They both had potential to have interesting dynamic with others (Deku with Shigaraki in particular), but in the end the writing remained pretty lackluster all around. 

2. I really really dislike interacting with the arrogant and entitled shipping fandom and have been making a lot of efforts to mute it / avoid it. That’s not the same as hating the characters. 

3. Btw, MHA has one MC - it's Deku. Then it has a main cast which prominently includes Bakugou, but also includes many other characters. Fans of those characters have also been given legitimate expectations (like the villains being saved, for example) for both spotlight and pay-off and have every right to criticize the story for not delivering on it. I’m sick of you guys pretending that every other character is “background”. 

4. I'm mostly laughing at the "greatest heroes" stuff, because it's not about the "set-up", it's about the delivery. I have a really hard time seeing in what way they earned the greatest heroes title especially in a chapter that talks about Deku failing his fundamental narrative challenge of saving his villain in a meaningful way, or engaging with his issues.

I can kind of stretch myself and see how the final arc brought together people whose lives he touched (or saved on EZ-mode like Gentle and Nagant) back in the days when he was a passable MC. 

Bakugou though? He was just one of a bunch of people who beat AFO. What makes him "greater" than Jirou who destabilized his quirks, than Tokoyami who smashed his helmet, than Endeavor who actually did kill him and forced him on the rewind, than Hawks, Mt Lady, Inasa, Camie, etc.? 

Everyone in this final arc faced threats they were too weak to face, yet they did it (Sero, Satou coming in to save Deku against AFO they have no hopes to survive) anyways. What makes Bakugou more exceptional? That he managed to die? Every single character pushed way past their limits (even if they didn't get the praise). 

Even All Might could only come up with "you are greatest because you saved my life" which feels a bit tone-deaf in a chapter where he also says "oh well as long as he wasn't crying anymore he’s saved - Tomura's actual life didn't matter that much". 

5. So I'm bitter, because I actually like Bakugou's character and care deeply about him and wanted him to be greatest in a satisfying way. But to me, his endgame felt seriously lacking. 

He's a charismatic character that could have inspired many and he's smart so he could have worked great with others. But instead, he had been once again made a damsel, his team was sacrificed for him and he barely acknowledged that and even this chapter says "yeah, he did all these awesome things, we don't really know how because it was all asspull, but isn't he magnificent?" 

So I deeply resent that the final arc made Bakugou look like the creator's pet the fandom always accused him of being. Lots of glaze, but actually very little substance. To me at least it wasn't satisfying. 

 6. As for Shouto - I honestly don't care about All Might anymore. I've always felt so-so about his character, but I was interested in the "deconstruction", for the story to tell us how his system was untenable.  Well, the final arc also destroyed any deconstruction his character and the society he built may have had, basically validating his reign as the Symbol of Peace and arbiter of Greatest Hero gold stars, as well as Most Important Life To Be Saved (tm). 

 Shouto's arc is about validating and affirming his own reasons for existence, defining what his power is and I don't need All Might to tell me that how great he is. I think his actions, as well as the hundreds of lives he saved speak loud enough.  I do resent shit like Hori offscreening him in Ch 422 only to offscreen him again for Bakugou in 423, but like I guess in the grand scheme of things, we don't really need a scene to know he'll support his friends to his last breath, because that's like a given for his character. 

 At this point, all I'm hoping for is that he will get a fitting narrative conclusion - even if it's just a hug from his mom, and not have another writing fumble destroy his character arc. Shouto will always be an icon for people who understand and respect his journey and his quiet heroism.   [Smile or comment on the answer here](https://retrospring.net/@class1akids/a/112534216876296276)

[malanasims]

Taylor Swift Eras themed Legacy Challenge

i wanted to put together two of my favorite things: the sims and Taylor Swift. so i came up with this 10 generation legacy challenge in which each generation is inspired by a different album. I created this challenge for the sims 2 ultimate collection since that is the game i normally play, but i am sure it can be adapted for sims 3 or sims 4. i also implemented the traits project for ts2 but you can easily do the challenge without it using different personality points. i set up this challenge so that each generation alternates genders but you can switch that up. i also chose first names for each generation based on references of the album. also some of the writing is very cheesy and has a lot of references because why not go crazy. this is my first legacy challenge so if you have any critiques let me know. the rules are not strict and cheats can be used as its a story-based challenge.

Debut- Gen 1: Mary

“Take me home where we met so many years before. 

We'll rock our babies on that very front porch: After all this time, you and I”

You grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. Your parents never had the greatest relationship and your mom was always with her best friend. Since birth you and her kid have been inseparable. Will you fall into the same patterns as your parents…or will you find a place in this world?

family/romance 

LTW: reach golden anniversary

nurturing, jealous, loves the outdoors, great kisser, family oriented

marry your first love

have 2 children (at least one son)

formal wear is a little black dress

Fearless- Gen 2: Stephen 

“You played in bars, you play guitar

I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are”

Your parents raised you well but something about the fact that they only ever knew each other scares you. You want to get out there and make a name for yourself. You know no ones coming for you on their white horse. You’ll have to be fearless to become a superstar: but for now all you have is your mothers eyes and her old guitar.

fortune/pleasure

virtuoso, charismatic, irresistible, ambitious, non-committal

LTW: become rock god

go on at least 5 first dates

have at least one daughter

date a fan

Speak now- Gen 3: Emma

“When Emma falls apart, it's when she's alone

She takes on the pain and bears it on her own”

You often felt overlooked by your rockstar father. He was always busy and you spent most of your time with your mother until her mysterious disappearance. You feel like you grew up too fast, and now you love to travel back to your youth and fantasize about castles and dragons. So you become an actress; a character. Will you break out of your fathers famously destructive patterns, or will you regain your balance on the tightrope and break out before fire can catch you?

popularity/romance

LTW: Become Icon

natural born performer, childish, bookworm, shy, hopeless romantic

your first love doesn't work out/ you break their heart

have at least one son

have a strained relationship with your father but a good relationship with your mother

meet your true love at a party and then never see eachother again

Red- Gen 4: Bobby

“How you took the money and your dignity, and got the hell out

They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere

Chose the rose garden over Madison Square”

You grew up in the starlight of your mothers fame. You two were always close but after suffering from the tabloids and the camera flashes you decide this life is not for you. You move out of the Angel City and start anew. Your mother has given you some funds and you build up a family home. You tell everyone you left because the city wasn’t right for you… but maybe it was partly to run from your playboy/girl ex who you know was trouble. Now you spend your life painting and searching for your muse. Will you stay paralyzed by time or finally begin again?

Knowledge/family

LTW: become visionary

artistic, eco friendly, night owl, loves the cold, loner

Have an on and off toxic relationship

Move out of your parents house

Settle down with someone nice

Have 3 children (at least one girl)

1989- Gen 5: Love

“You searched the world for somethin' else

To make you feel like what we had

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad”

You grew up secluded from the world, surrounded by your mothers paintings. Your mom loved the environment but you couldn’t wait to get out of the woods and explore new places. Somewhere along the road, you fell into a rabbit hole of insanity: mascara running in the bathroom and rose gardens filled with thorns. You blow money and string lovers along. You have fantastic delusions until your wildest dreams turn into nightmares. Will you accept the help from your family and abandon your affinity for screaming, crying and perfect storms? Or will every day continue to be a battle?

knowledge/pleasure

LTW: Become space pirate

Insane, unstable, diva, adventurous, jealous

Join the adventurer career

Have 3 loves at once

Have children with multiple people (one must be boy/girl twins)

Lose money in poker

Reputation- Gen 6: Burton (the name is so bad help)

“I don't like your kingdom keys

They once belonged to me

You asked me for a place to sleep

Locked me out and threw a feast”

Yeah, your mother may have done a number on you, but who's counting? Maybe your twin sister… Everything you did, she just had to do better. In the wake of your mother’s madness, you turned to dancing. You found peace in swaying as the room burnt down. Your twin sister on the other hand hated how you were lit up every room you walked into, but you couldn’t help it. There's nothing she hates more than what she can't have… so she turned to sabotage. Just when you think that your life is perfect- you're at the top of your career and you finally found love- your sister starts a rumor that you cheated on your love. Your reputation as a famous dancer goes down in seconds. But to your surprise, your lover isn't reading what they call you lately and your relationship is stronger than ever. Will you get revenge on your sister and become exactly what you despise, or sit back and let karma take over?

Popularity/romance

LTW: Become world class ballerina

Party animal, irresistible, social butterfly, hot headed, unlucky

Be enemies with your twin sister

Never be unfaithful

Have a bad reputation

Have at least one daughter

Lover- Gen 7: Cornelia

“I’d be a fearless leader, I'd be an alpha type

When everyone believes ya, what's that like?”

You've always known you wanted to change the world. Who cares if you were overlooked and discouraged. Snakes and stones won’t break your bones. You never had a big family as your father walked away from his. Sometimes it gets lonely trusting the wicked, and your loyalty was often a fault. You turn to politics to combat your feelings of helplessness, but no one takes you seriously and you feel lost in the light. You have to start from the ground up with the help of your best friend. You start to build your picture-perfect life: the kids, the lyrical smiles and the power. Will you drive away your lover by searching for their dark side, or will you put aside your ways and find the daylight?

Popularity/family

LTW: Become mayor

Good, easily impressed, brave, unlucky, perfectionist

Fall in love with your best friend

Have 10 best friends

Have children (at least one son)

Folklore- Gen 8: James

“I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that”

You grew up trying to meet the expectations of your politician mother. Everything had to be picture perfect, even your private life. So she set you up with the daughter of one of the most powerful families in town, Betty. At first you are skeptical, but over time you fall for her integrity and affinity for old cardigans. Along the way you begin to feel stuck, tired of the sensual politics and your mother’s watchful eye. That's when you meet August -the polar opposite of Betty- and some part of you has to know what she is like. You meet in parking lots and dive bars, but after Betty finds out, you realize that summer is dwindling. In wake of losing two girls, you turn to writing: poetry and sad prose. You get lost in your stories, but once you start to gain traction, you can’t help but wonder how different your life could have been. Will you rekindle your wild flame with August or go back to the peace you felt with Betty?

knowledge/ romance

LTW: Publish 5,000$ best seller*

Great kisser, coward, bookworm, brooding, commitment issues

Fall in love with Betty

Fall in love with August

Confess to cheating on Betty

Write novels

Move into a cottage by a lake

Finally choose the one girl

Have at least one daughter with her

Evermore- Gen 9: Ivy

“And the skeletons in both our closets

Plotted hard to fuck this up

And the old men that I’ve swindled

Really did believe I was the one”

You always resented your father because he abandoned the good life for a cottage in the woods and his stories. You don’t want that; you want power and wealth. You don't need love, just a fancy car. So you turn to crime, because it’s easy for you; you love the gold rush. You con men and no one will ever prove it. You marry rich men and inherit their money when their time runs out. But then one day you meet your match, a fellow criminal, and wonder if this life will really bring you happiness. But you realized this a little too late, and now you're forced to drink your husband's wine… but he was the wrong guy. Will you leave the life of crime behind or will you stay frozen in time?

Fortune/pleasure

LTW: Gold digger

Kleptomaniac, genius, charismatic, mean-spirited, rebellious

Go into the criminal career

Marry a rich sim

Fall in love with a criminal and have an affair

Have a son

Midnights- Gen 10: Snow

“And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again”

You knew your mom wasn’t the most ethically-correct person. You like to think you inherited her better half; but that isn’t entirely true. You are determined to be different, so you become a spy; you get the satisfaction of working for the good guys and the pleasure that comes with great wars. Being a spy is difficult though, and you never know when things could go wrong. You are constantly burning files and deserting old lives. But you’re a mastermind, nobody can deny that. You finally meet your perfect person, but it's hard concealing your true occupation from them. You have money and respect… But can all of that pay for someone to just know you?

Fortune/knowledge

LTW: Become head of the SCIA

Perceptive, disciplined, loner, proper, daredevil

Join the intelligence career

Move homes at least twice

The rest is up to you since it is the last generation 

*50 new LTW mod can be found here

if anyone decides to do this challenge tag me! i'd love to see it

[revllz]

Sum things I want to say — Andrew Blaze Addition

New Series Summary: “Sum (Some) things I want to say” is a new posting series of mine where I put in my own thoughts on certain aspects of cases, or even just perpetrators.

ANDREW BLAZE. who is she? — Read here.

Information of who Andrew is linked above incase you are curious on her case. Other things can be founded by said link as well.

SOME THINGS I WANT TO SAY. PART 1.

I would like to start out by saying I was originally a fan of Andrew’s when I was younger before I found out about this case. So while I may have biases about her that does not mean I condone her actions or agree with many of her statements. This is merely my opinion or views on certain aspects regarding her. Thank you, and enjoy.

Her identity. ) I feel this is something that doesn’t get talked about properly and while I understand why certain people may treat it a certain way, I want to remind you that Andrew did not label herself transgender as she believed her soul was female and she based her identity off of that. I see many people personally label her as transgender and I feel it’s rather disrespectful due to the simple fact its denying her of her own beliefs even if they were caused by possible mental illness. (which many are not even qualified to claim she had; symptoms don’t instantly mean diagnosis.)

Her reliance on fantasy. ) This is something many people turn to as a coping mechanism, So I don’t have much an opinion on it rather than this; Too much of a good thing can turn bad, her case and a lot of others can show this. While turning to fiction and fantasy is a very healthy and relatively normal way of coping, you need to make sure you are grounded enough to recognize it is only fantasy.

Her final “gift”. ) I had to think about this for a bit because it’s difficult to word this exactly how I view it, but I’m going to try my best.

“I hope I've brought a smile to your face at some point in your lives; whether it be on Pioneers Productions, gaming videos, Ember's Ghost Squad, in person, or even just through simple social media messages.”

This is part of her final writings in her journal, copy and pasted in without alteration. I bring this to the table because I want to point out — Even in the moments of her own acceptance of her soon coming death, and the chaos that her final actions will bring she still wishes she had inspired someone. She left embers ghost squad up to viewers; whether to continue or for it to be left alone.

In a way, she left her greatest achievement to us — Her creation that had inspired a good deal of people to create and share their creations as well. This part is more personal so feel free to scroll away, if you do decide to, thank you for reading.

But continuing on; Andrew was someone I idolized as a child before the crime. Her creations inspired me to get into character creation and story writing — And even in death, she still inspires me to write. To research, to learn, to write and continue on certain things that otherwise would be left in the dust. In the end of this all; she achieved one of the primary things she set out to do along with “fulfilling her purpose.”

I feel it’s overlooked that she had wishes and dreams of her own even in times where she wanted seemingly nothing more than to be dead — She still hoped that she inspired others, brought them joy or made them laugh once. I admire that. I have gotten many of my views on death and my own struggles from her. While I may never view her the same again, I still idolize the woman that taught me how to accept my struggles — to accept myself, taught me that things may be scary and confusing but things can always be worse so make the most of the light that’s around you incase it hits that worse.

My own final message, my ending to this long ass post and the ending to an analysis I worked hard on but have finally accepted I will never finish — Things will always end on a “to be continued.” Your life, the lives around you, the things you enjoy, the things you hate. Everything is going to end on a cliffhanger and as annoying as it is… It’s best to accept that fact. I will never truly understand every criminal mind that has existed, I will never finish my research on them as their impacts continue to control the world today even if it’s only in little ways.

Be glad you’re here while you have the chance. And take a page out of my book, even if it’s Andrew coded beyond belief; Listen to your soul, Not societal pressures. You are whoever you dream to be, even if it takes time to get there or you have to work for ages to reach that point — If you believe in something hard enough, You’ll achieve it one day. Just don’t let yourself waste away, admire every stretch and mark on your body and learn to understand that while the world around you may be crumbling; there will always be a patch of land to stand on. There will always be a chance. You can make it, and the world won’t end in the blink of an eye.

Thank you for reading part one of my new post series and I promise, not all of them will end up all sappy — but either way. Thank you, and until next time.

— Callin.

[she-who-fights-and-writes]

HOW TO WRITE A FINAL DRAFT

(From Someone Who’s Been Working on the Same Book for Over Ten Years)

Listen, I know what you might be thinking: “why the hell would I want advice on how to work on my final draft from someone who can’t even get her shit together for her own book?”

However, because I’ve had to re-draft my own novel so many times (Primarily due to poor outlining, lack of time and inspiration, and my own insecurities as a writer), I’ve learned a lot over the years on when to know if your book is done (or not!) and how to keep motivated. 

Just a disclaimer that these are my own tips and tricks that you may not agree with, and that everyone’s writing process is different! Don’t feel pressured to do things my way if you feel like it doesn’t work for you as a writer; everyone’s experience varies, and there are always exceptions!

1. Know If You’re Ready to Start a Final Draft

Some vocabulary for writers to know:

Content editing is a form of editing that revises the overall style, substance, and content of a story. Copyediting is a form of editing that revises grammatical, spelling, readability, continuity, and factual errors within a story.

A way I would know if I’m ready to make a final draft is if I am no longer doing major content editing on the book. This means I am no longer making major changes to the plot, characters, setting, and other facets of the book. There isn’t any re-writing of entire scenes, or major plot holes that require an overhauling of the entire book.

You know you’re ready for a Final Draft if your primary concerns are copyediting. 

Of course, with copyediting errors such as continuity, there will inevitably be some re-writing required, but I personally would not want to start a “final draft” at a stage where the book’s major plot points must be constantly changed during the editing process. 

This varies so much, from writer to writer; so my best advice is to start your final draft when you think you’re ready!

2. Consider Getting Some Beta Readers

Again, this is an incredibly complex process; some people like to have beta readers on their earlier drafts, while others like to have beta readers for their later drafts.

A beta reader is someone who reads a work of fiction before it is published in order to mark errors and suggest improvements, typically without receiving payment (although it’s nice to swap stories and beta read for each other!) You can find people willing to be beta readers all over, especially on tumblr!

Having a round of beta readers is a great opportunity to have unbiased eyes on your work, and to have people pointing out plot holes and inconsistencies that maybe you hadn’t noticed! It also gives you a much-needed break from writing your story, and helps you come back to it with fresh eyes once everyone is done.

I personally am waiting to finish my current rewrite before having a round of beta readers, and after they look it over, doing a draft of my own editing before moving on to a final draft.

(Things don’t work out the way you think they will, though—that’s life! Take as long or as little time as you need!)

3. Consider Taking a Break

In my opinion, the best way to start editing a final draft is doing so with fresh eyes. After finishing your second-to-last draft, shelf your project for a few weeks (or maybe a few months!) and move on to another work. Then, you can come back to your story as if you were a new reader, and catch mistakes that you may have missed if you were still in the groove of writing!

This can sometimes be dangerous for writers who struggle with inspiration and getting back into things, though, so do whatever works best for you!

4. Tips to Keep Inspired

How to Overcome Writer’s Block

How to Write Consistently

Writer’s block and lack of inspiration will be your greatest enemies on your final draft! Oftentimes, people lose steam once they see the finish line is ahead. Check out the tips in the above post to help keep you on task!

5. Learn How to Stop Editing: It Will NEVER be Perfect

You are your own worst critic. You will always find something to tweak every single time you comb through your own writing; hell, even published authors sometimes read their own books and think of ways they could’ve improved certain sentences or scenes! Understand that “Final Draft” does not mean “Devoid of Flaws.”

Sometimes, the best thing you can do for your book is to know when you need to stop overworking it and send it out to the world. Writers who struggle with liking their writing can find this especially difficult, which is why it can be helpful to have beta readers or a writing buddy who can put their foot down and say: it’s done! You’re ready!

Hope this helped, and happy writing! I believe in you!

[hairstevington]

Hi! I would love to see the 1st Valentine’s Day prompt(a bouquet of their favourite flowers) for steddie! Specifically Eddie bringing Steve flowers(idk why but I’m a firm believer that Steve secretly loves getting gifted flowers lol!). If you do do this thank you so much!! <3333

Ahhhhhh yes LET’S GOOOO!!! Thanks for the request! (Ao3 link here!)

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Some reeeeal fluffy shit, Eddie secretly pining over his best friend Steve, gay scheming, romance

A/N: This ended up being a bit more than just flowers, but hopefully it suffices! If anyone else is interested here is the prompt post, I also took inspiration from this cute lil post by @grandwretch :)

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Eddie always teased Steve about his romantic conquests. They frequently discussed best practices for him to woo women - including knowing their favorite color, their birthday, their favorite movie, etc. Eddie watched Steve date beautiful woman after beautiful woman, always putting in so much effort and getting so little back.

That's probably why Eddie started doing it.

"Should I get her the blue bracelet or the green one?" Steve would ask.

"I dunno man, what's her favorite color?"

"Blue. But her eyes are green."

"Get the blue. The two colors look good together anyway," Eddie answered as if he was somehow the person to ask about such things. He'd never really dated anyone, but he'd seen a lot of movies, and watched a lot of high school couples date each other.

"Thanks," Steve would say. He was always appreciative for the second opinion, even though the opinion was based on nothing.

"No problem," Eddie smiled. "Hey, what's your favorite color?"

Any time Steve asked for advice, Eddie would eventually turn it back on Steve. It was all part of his master plan, you see - he wanted to make Steve feel special on Valentine's Day. Not in a gay way, he told himself. Steve's my friend, it's not like that.

He tried to convince himself he was doing it platonically, or because it would be funny to see Steve all flustered, but deep down Eddie knew that it was far more than that.

But him and Steve were friends, and that's all they'd ever be, and he'd accepted that.

A week before Valentine's Day, there was a package on Steve's doorstep addressed to him. He wasn't expecting any mail, and the box was so haphazardly wrapped it was almost scary. Like, he was pretty sure he'd seen this exact set-up in a horror movie. Main character gets mysterious package that ends up ruining their life.

(It didn't end up ruining his life, but it sure as hell changed it)

Inside the box was a teddy bear - one of those real cutesie ones you find at a giftshop this time of year. Steve was confused, and wondered if it was even delivered to the right place - sure enough, there was a handwritten note that confirmed it. I call him Steve Bearington, it read. Steve smiled, but still had no idea who it was from. The girl that he'd gone on a few dates with could never have been responsible for the disastrous way the gift was wrapped. He shrugged. It must have been a secret admirer - he got those sometimes.

He told Eddie about it the next day, and Eddie pretended to act surprised. He didn't want to give his secret away, especially when he went so far as to ask some random person to write out the stupid note so that Steve wouldn't recognize his handwriting. He probably should have asked them to wrap it, too, but whatever. Steve was so happy about it, so Eddie continued with his plan.

Eddie learned that Steve liked sour candy over chocolate, so he got him some. Then he wrote him a poem - it wasn't, like, the greatest thing ever written, but Eddie did tend to have a way with words. He delivered the candy two days before Valentine's Day, and on the eve of the holiday he had one of his other friends discreetly stick the poem on Steve's front door and ding-dong-ditch while he and Eddie were hanging out, just to throw him off his game even more.

"Oh my god, they did it again," Steve said when he picked the poem from the door. "Who is this person?" Eddie appreciated that he said person, instead of woman.

"What does it say?" Eddie asked, biting his lip to keep from grinning. He watched as Steve read it to himself first, his brow furrowing.

"It's, uh," he said, folding it nicely and putting it in his pocket. "It's good."

Hell yeah it is, Eddie thought to himself.

Steve had a date on Valentine's Day - Eddie knew this, and it was to be expected anyway, since Steve almost always had a date on most days. He was leaving at 7, so Eddie showed up at 6.

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Steve didn't have much more to do to get ready for the date - he was already having a good hair day, and he'd picked out an outfit that had done him well in the past. He just was still caught up on who wrote him that poem.

Nobody had written him a poem before, like ever. Steve hadn't ever attempted to write one for anyone else. He wasn't that good at analyzing them in English class, so he'd grown a bit tired of poetry as a whole.

But the one left on his front door sparked a new appreciation for it.

He was confused when the doorbell rang, because he wasn't expecting anybody. Then, he wondered if maybe, he'd find another poem out there.

Instead, he found Eddie. Well, actually, he found a person standing there with flowers covering their face, but the mane of curly brown hair surrounding the flowers gave him away.

They were daisies. Eddie was probably the only person in the world that knew Steve liked daisies, and it wasn't even something he'd explicitly said. He just knew he was drawn to them when he saw them, and he'd pointed them out a few times while he was with Eddie.

"Special Valentine's delivery for Harrington!" Eddie announced, letting himself in. Steve watched as he set them on the table, confident as always, a bright smile on his face. But Steve was mostly just confused.

"What...the hell?" Eddie's bravado faltered just a little bit.

"Hasn't anyone ever gotten you flowers before?" Eddie asked.

"No, but I've bought a lot of flowers before, and -"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Eddie interrupted. "My point exactly. You deserve flowers too, Steve."

"God, what's with all the gifts from people this week?" Steve whined, completely overwhelmed. "Between this and the secret admirer thing, I just -"

Steve's head was spinning, and he wasn't the most observant person, but he did have enough sense to notice the way Eddie winced at the mention of the secret admirer.

"Yeah, well," Eddie said, his tone softer than before. "Like I said, you deserve it."

There was a thick silence as Steve realized what was happening.

"Eddie..." he said, putting it all together. Eddie was the only one who would have known to get him any of that stuff. Steve openly told Eddie all kinds of things he never admitted to anyone else, because he didn't think Eddie was paying attention. He certainly didn't think Eddie had been filing it away to do this.

"I hope you have a good date tonight," Eddie said, suddenly feeling quite stupid about this whole thing. He turned to leave, but Steve stopped him.

"The poem - you wrote it?" Eddie nodded.

Steve thought about straight-up reciting it to Eddie in that moment, to prove to him just how much he liked it. He'd read it so many times it was burned into his brain, just as he wanted it to be.

Huh.

He wasn't expecting this from his best friend, but he was shocked at how weird it didn't feel. Finding out Eddie had been his secret admirer just made sense.

"Doesn't have to be a big deal," Eddie mumbled. "I just - I don't want this to - Like, I'm sorry if -"

"I gotta go cancel my plans with Deb," Steve said.

"What?"

"She'll live. Besides, it wouldn't be that cool of me to go out with someone when I'm thinking about someone else."

"What?" Eddie repeated. He really didn't expect to get this far. "What are you saying?"

Steve smiled - his brilliant, trademark smile that always made Eddie feel warm inside.

"Do you wanna be my Valentine, Munson?"

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[toorusmoon]

★ chasing stars, finding you ;

── 2.0k words, iwaizumi writes a love letter to oikawa

hey shitty-kawa,

you know i’ve never been great with words, right? you’ve probably known that better than anyone. but here i am, trying anyway because if there’s one person who deserves to hear all of this, it’s you. i don’t know if i’ll get this exactly right, but screw it—i’m just gonna say what i need to say, even if it comes out messy.

remember that camping trip when we were six? our parents took us to the mountains because you insisted that the only thing you wanted for your birthday was to “see the stars with iwa-chan.” honestly, i didn’t get why you’d ask for something like that instead of, y’know, a normal kid’s gift like a toy or whatever. i was just excited about roasting marshmallows and staying up late. but you—you were different. even back then, you were always staring up at the sky, fascinated by things most kids wouldn’t even notice.

in the middle of the night, you woke me up. whispering in my ear like something urgent was happening, and i thought for sure we were about to be mauled by a bear or something. but no, you dragged me out of the tent barefoot, half-asleep, just so we could look at the stars. “look at the sky, iwa-chan!” you said like it was the most incredible thing ever. you said every constellation that looked pointy was me because it matched my hair.

i was cold and annoyed, but i still remember standing there, looking at you more than the sky. you were glowing under all those stars, and even though i didn’t understand it then, something changed in me. it hit me way later—like years later—that that might’ve been the first time i fell for you. and i guess i never really stopped falling.

you’ve always been the color in my life, tooru. i’m not just saying that because it sounds poetic or romantic. it’s true. you’ve got this way of making everything brighter, sharper, more alive. even when things get tough, when life feels dull or overwhelming, you somehow make it all seem worth it. you’ve been doing that for as long as i can remember, and i didn’t even realize it until recently.

you are my strength. you always have been. but you’re also my greatest weakness. you’re the only one who can break through every wall i put up, the only one who can make me feel so completely out of control and perfectly grounded all at once. and the truth is, i don’t ever want to be without you. my heart belongs to you, and it always has.

i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’ve loved you my whole life. i just didn’t know it until i saw you under that starry sky, and even then, it took me years to understand. but now i know. i know that my heart has always been yours and that i’ve always wanted to be the one standing beside you, no matter where life takes us.

iwaizumi and oikawa. hajime and tooru. together, they mean dauntless. and that’s what we’ve been, haven’t we? no matter what the world throws at us, we keep going. we keep standing by each other. you make me dauntless, tooru. you make me believe i can do anything, face anything, as long as you’re with me.

i’ve been thinking a lot about the little things lately—the things that made me fall in love with you over and over again, through every stage of our lives. it’s funny how love works, isn’t it? it’s not always about one big moment, but about a thousand small ones that pile up until you can’t ignore what they mean.

in middle school, i fell in love with your stubbornness. you were always so determined, and relentless in chasing what you wanted. whether it was a perfect serve or a new strategy, you wouldn’t stop until you nailed it. i didn’t realize it then, but watching you throw your whole heart into everything you did made me want to do the same. you inspired me without even trying, and i think that’s when my heart started to understand what you meant to me.

high school was different. we grew up a lot during those years, and faced more challenges, both on and off the court. and yet, through all of it, you never lost that spark. you never stopped dreaming, even when things got tough. i remember those late-night practices, the times when you’d stay behind to perfect every move and i would have to drag you out of the court so you didn’t injure yourself like an idiot. i remember the frustration in your eyes when things didn’t go your way, and how, no matter what, you always got back up. i think i fell in love with your resilience then, with the way you never gave up, no matter how hard life pushed you down.

but it wasn’t just your strength that got to me. it was the quiet moments, too. the way you’d rest your head on my shoulder when you were too tired to keep going, the way you trusted me to be there for you when you needed someone. those moments made me realize that loving you wasn’t something i could turn on or off. it was just a part of who i was, as natural as breathing.

then came argentina.

god, tooru, those years were hard. you were on the other side of the world, and yet, somehow, you never felt far away. we found ways to stay connected, even with an ocean between us. late-night calls, messages sent across time zones, video chats that sometimes cut out but always left me feeling like you were right there. even when we were apart, you were still my home. you always have been.

i think i fell in love with your courage then. your bravery in chasing your dreams, even when it meant leaving everything familiar behind. and i also fell in love with the way you made me brave enough to wait. you gave me the strength to believe that no matter how far apart we were, we’d find our way back to each other. and we did.

when you came home after retiring, i didn’t know what to expect. would things be different? would we be different? but the moment i saw you again, i knew. nothing had changed, not where it mattered. you smiled at me, and it felt like no time had passed at all. i fell in love with your smile all over again, with the way it made everything feel right like we’d finally come back to where we belonged.

we’ve been through everything. childhood, growing up, chasing dreams, being separated by oceans—and yet, here we are. we’ve always found home in each other, no matter where life took us. and now, i know i never want to be anywhere else. you are my home, my beginning, and my end, the one constant in a life that’s always changing.

through every stage of our lives, i’ve loved you in different ways, for different reasons. and i’ll keep loving you, through every stage to come.

it’s funny how you can live your whole life beside someone and not realize that they’re exactly what you need until one day, it just clicks. and with you, it clicked so completely that nothing else has made sense since.

i fell in love with the way you always hum to yourself when you’re thinking. it’s like your mind is always moving faster than the rest of us can keep up with, and that little melody is your way of keeping track of it all. i fell in love with the way you drink your coffee—so sickly sweet. i fell in love with how you can’t sit still for too long, always tapping your fingers or bouncing your leg, as if you’ve got too much energy to contain.

and god, tooru, i fell in love with your smile. not just the big, showy one you give to the world, but the quiet one. the one you wear when you’re happy in a way that doesn’t need to be announced. the one you give me when it’s just us, like it’s a secret meant only for me. that smile makes everything feel right, even when the world is falling apart.

you’ve always been everything i wanted without me even knowing it. i thought i needed someone steady, someone predictable, someone who could balance out my rough edges. but you—you’re the opposite of predictable. you’re chaos and brilliance and dreams all rolled into one, and somehow, that’s exactly what i needed. you’ve never let me stay in my comfort zone for long. you push me, challenge me, make me better. you’ve always been the one to remind me that life isn’t meant to be lived standing still.

having you in my life is the only thing that’s ever made sense. when everything else feels confusing or overwhelming, when the world feels too big or too uncertain, you’re the one thing i can hold onto. you ground me without ever weighing me down. you’re my constant in a life that’s always changing, my balance in a world that never stops spinning.

it’s in the little things you do. the way you wrinkle your nose when something surprises you, the way you tilt your head when you’re trying to understand something, the way you laugh when you’re truly, genuinely happy. those little things make up the person i’ve loved all my life, even before i knew how to name it.

you’ve always been my north star. my compass. the one constant that i can look to, no matter where i am or what’s happening around me, and know exactly where i stand.

when life feels like a storm, i find myself looking for you. because no matter what, you’re always there, shining just bright enough to guide me back. you’re the light i follow when i’m lost, the direction i trust when nothing else feels certain. and you’ve never let me down. not once.

you’ve always been my home, tooru. not in the sense of a place or a building, but something deeper. home is where i feel safe, where i can be myself without fear or hesitation. and that’s you. you’re where i belong, where i always want to come back to, no matter how far i wander.

even when we were thousands of miles apart, with oceans and time zones between us, you still felt like home. it didn’t matter how many hours or days passed before we could talk—i could hear your voice, and suddenly, everything made sense again. you’ve always had that effect on me. you center me, calm me, and make me feel like i can take on the world, as long as you’re by my side.

i don’t know if you realize it, but you’ve been guiding me my whole life. from the moment you dragged me out of that tent when we were six, you’ve been leading me toward something brighter, something bigger than myself. and i’ve followed willingly because i knew, even back then, that wherever you led, it would be somewhere worth going.

i’ve always been the steady one, the one people count on to stay grounded. but you… you’re the one who gives me a reason to stay steady. you’re the one who makes every step forward feel worth it. you’re my compass, tooru. without you, i’d be lost. with you, i know exactly where i’m meant to be.

and where i’m meant to be is with you. always.

no matter where life takes us, no matter how far apart we may find ourselves in the future, i’ll always find my way back to you. because you’re my north star, my home, my everything.

love,

your iwa-chan

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p.s. tinny says stop calling me porcupine head

[kaledya]

Oh Kaledya, 😭

Holy shit !

I almost strangled myself seeing Lolicia drawing by you again ! She is so pretty in your style, my baby, *ugly cry*. I will try to draw her as you did ! It will be fun ! Thank you for the gift! Really. I will put it on the characters glossary at the beginning of the fanfic ! I really love the shape of her eyes you did and the hairstyles ! Everything. Thank you!

And I will answer here for the previous post :

Thank you again for Lolicia compliments ! I want to draw her with Constantine or Serenity but I'm so scared to not draw them good. Perhaps with time ! I will give you a gift back !

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I'm glad you having fun with the "characters interactions chapters" ! Its fun to write too even if a bit challenging because they all have different personality and I try to make it great for all. Also Alastor and Lolicia dialogue was nice and I love the 1920s slang !

And yes Monet, as you described her, would hate that Charlie said the Clown Pageant is less popular ahah

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And yes, also I have a question for the timelines !

For me, it was like this from what you told on YouTube posts for the storyline :

  - Charlie's bonding activities   - then Lucifer comes to see the Hotel   - Lucifer breaks his silence and talk to Michael   - Charlie goes to Heaven and meet the 6 Archangels with the songs inspired by epic (heaven arc)   - Charlie after the trial need to make proof that the hotel works - Azrael say the hotel is not touched by the Extermination   - Then the Greatest Song, Man (Greatest show man mini arc)   - Meeting with the Overlords (introduction of the Vees)

Because the Vees are main villains in SS AU, right?

  - Alastor "reunion" with Serinity after she takes his defence on the meeting   - Alastor VS Vox (like stayed gone)   - And somewhere Angel Dust business with Valentino and Charlie show her authority.   - [...]

This is how I plan it, but if you preferred i can change it and do the greatest show man arc before the heaven arc ?

You can choose ! Because I'm not sure if I understand right.

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Thank you and you are a wonderful artist and creator ! 🌸🌟 Thank you again for the gift (screaming)

Sorry the message was way too long

Have a great day as always- marquisev

First of all, I'm so glad you liked my fanart! Seriously, drawing Lolicia was a pleasure!🌟❤️

And I'm so glad to hear that you want to draw Serenity and Constantine, and don't worry.I will Love how you draw them in any way . Also, I really liked your drawing style, the art you put in the fanfic were really great.

I seriously think you have a beautiful talent!❤️

This was the plan I had in mind.

But I am not a writer and I think you will make the best decision and this is your story, you can write it however you want, you don't even have to ask me❤️

The plan I have in mind:

In my AU, I generally left the issues related to Heaven until later (season 2).

In my mind, the first season is about the members of the hotel forming bonds and starting to support each other.It included character development of characters like Angel and Husk. That's why the greatest showdemon arc happened at the beginning of the first season and the team was starting to work with each other and really get to know each other.As the season progresses,

the Overlord meeting

(Alastor knows who Misfortune is. In his past, Alastor tried to hunt Serenity like other overlords, but Serenity ended it with a conversation instead of a fight.They have no friendship. Serenity revealed her identity after arriving at the hotel in the 2nd season

(The reason for this was that Season 2 was generally related to the backgrounds of the characters, and since Serenity was directly connected to Alastor's background, I put her in that section)

Alastor's fight with Vox, Angel's confrontation with Val, Mentioning the past of Husk and Angel (This part takes place in the scene where Angel and Husk are discussing their problems before the song Loser Baby)

Constantine is also a character from Season 1. After the Greatest Showdemon arc (Not exactly after that arc, but I didn't know exactly which events to put. After the team members and the hotel have seriously improved) when the hotel makes serious progress, Charlie invites her brother to the hotel to show her progress. (Charlie and Lucifer's relationship is seriously bad in this AU, so Charlie doesn't try to reach her father,she thinks "he won't listen to me anyway)

And Constantine, who saw sinners improving in a truly strange way He gets the proof he wants And after this thing, he personally goes to his Father and says these words to Lucifer after a serious conversation.

"I will not repeat myself again, father. Consider this as a warning from your son. Either you put your pride aside and go to your daughter and listen to her ideas and plans. or As a result of the decision you made, not only will you lose your daughter whom you love dearly, but you will also not have a son. Make your choice father, you don't have much time. Until then, I hope you have fun in your eternal loneliness."

After this conversation, Lucifer comes to the hotel and confronts Charlie. listens to her ideas.

I don't have a full timeline, but in general, all the events I write about happen before the heaven arc.I wanted Charlie to go to heaven with as much evidence as possible and to gain self-confidence and become more of a leader in the meantime.

If I were to write in summary form. (I don't write in the form of a timeline, just events)

Season 1

-Charlie's meeting with Adam

-Team bonding

-Greatest show demon arc (this is included in the team's bonding tool)

-Overlord meeting

-Vox and AI fight

-Angel getting rid of Val

-Constantinen's arrival at the hotel.

(There may be a lot different arcs in this season, I really don't know, most things are still WIP)

SEASON 1 in general A season where the Vees are the main enemies.

Season 2 (The main enemy in this season may be Roo, but I don't know)

-Serenity comes to the hotel

-Lucifer comes to the hotel

-Charlie goes to heaven alone.

-she meets all the true archangels one by one and finally tries to convince Azrael.

So yes, these are what I have in mind, but my thoughts are generally WIP.As I said, this is your story and I'm not a good writer, so it would probably be better if you decide the plot yourself! 🌟❤️

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If this is the way you planned, you can use this plan too! This is your story, you can write it however you want🌟

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Thank YOU SO much🌟

And it's really nothing, drawing Lolicia was a real pleasure❤️❤️

Have a great day too!