#Mera thread

[fairytaletold]

@feylived did not ask for anything! and yet

“MERA!”

He’s pushing his way through the chaos of the courtyard, uncaring of the way it might show his hand. She had been right behind him in line; by the time he was balanced out on the Parapet and waiting for her to join, it was too late to do anything about the asshole who’d cut in front of her, eying Aeryn up, clearly set on taking a Marked One or two out. He had avoided getting thrown off; to his misfortune, the pursuer managed it too, but he can’t find it in him to care right now. They’d been herded like cattle into the courtyard, and he’s finally caught site of a familiar, dark head and eyes that cut right to his through the crowd.

The moment she’s within his reach, Aeryn’s dragging her close, the warm, solid weight of her in his arms easing the knot of panic in his chest.

“There you are! Fuck. I should’ve let you go first. But you’re okay.” He draws back — without relinquishing his grip — and scans her with eyes far too attuned to every flinch of her features. He rephrases that last part, brows furrowed. “You’re okay?”

[chappellrroan]

i overslept, didnt recieve the mil so it go spilt outside and a dog drank some of it, and then maine doodh ubaal ke bahar bhi nikaal diya so i had a horrible start to the day

you made it a lot better tho :)

That actually really a bad start 🫂🫂 baki ka dinn hopefully accha jaye

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅 .

# with portgas d. ace.

the mera mera no mi had a dozen benefits — setting your walls alight was but one of them.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, (late) day five. smut (mdni!). temperature play. devil-fruit usage. oral (reader!receiving). fingering. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 2.4k.

portgas d. ace had fed himself with a fruit that granted him particularities similar to those of a furnace. fire coursed through his veins — oftentimes he mused the thought that it had burned whichever cells connected him to his father still. heat gave him a reputation; an untouchable anatomical state. fire fist ace, the fearsome second-in-command. flames and warmth were but a weapon and he never thought of it beyond that. until he found that the feelings labored for you burned brighter than whatever spark his fingers conjured.

lust first settled during the search for akagami no shanks — the man who had saved his younger brother’s life. amidst ice and torrid snow, you stood: a single thread of life with a clear distaste for the cold. hunched, trembling figure whose knees were pressed to one’s chest, cursing through parted lips, at the corner in an attempt to disappear from sight. when ace sat by your side, heat emanating from his flesh, you immediately pressed yourself against him, hiding your face as you clung to his arm. he had laughed then, hugging you until the trembling ceased, growing hotter at the sound of your relieved sigh.

the second time had been during a sudden — yet common — change in the weather at the approach of a winter island. ace had no intentions of lingering there whatsoever, and briefly instructed his crew to be swift in their business. you opted to remain on the ship, covered in tides of blankets with a lukewarm cup of untouched coffee in hand. ace wordlessly set a place behind you, nervous, yet smooth, as he pressed his palms over your shoulders and began an amateurish massage. he feared the prospect of his physical strength causing you pain, yet you merely leaned into his touch, moaning with your eyes closed as the shared warmth coursed through your body. ace thought himself vicious; disgusting; for he had felt a sudden twitch in his cock at the sounds.

at last, the snap came once he mingled with the whitebeard pirates, his past crewmates choosing to linger; accepting the shift in captains. you were bedridden, and marco had commented that heat could increase the comfort during menstrual cramps. ace caught on the words left unsaid, and offered, once again, to be your soothing warmth; your healing flame. you sounded grateful altogether, and had no problems falling asleep in his arms whatsoever, allowing his hands to be placed on the external root of your pain. sharing the bed had been enough for you to claim one another; to officiate the clear-as-day relationship born from reciprocal love.

although things had changed ever-since — from endless travels to foreign lands, to the survival of a terrible war —, ace’s hidden desire regarding his devil-fruit persevered. it was shown regardless of the weather, twitching erection even in alabasta, when sweat pooled on your cleavage; when he’d see you swimming, sea-salt clinging to your flesh; or the particular instances of quietness, when his fingers would travel through your body until they found your clit. oftentimes, when his cock was lost amidst your warm walls, perhaps out of sheer instinct, he’d find himself increasing the temperature of it, if only to access your reaction. a complicated gamble; the fear of maiming, alight fire born from his excitement. yet, you remained restless, as though understanding that he had a fair share of thoughts unshared. ace feared the moment in which you’d corner him, for he’d cave to your every desire.

he sighed, clicking his tongue in deep thought. the second thereafter, ace all but choked on his food, punching his chest with certain strength. he half-noted the glass of water placed on the table, and spat a final chunk of meat at a particularly harsh slap on his back. ace’s hand gripped the cup and he chugged the liquid, tear-filled eyes observing your figure — sitting on the other side of the small table, an interested expression on your face.

“careful now, hotstuff,” you scolded, and he flushed at the name. “where have you gone this time?”

the question had increased in frequency since the death of whitebeard — his chosen father. ace was unused to the idea of sharing his pain, rather preferring to bottle it up. you respected said decision, yet, more often than not, his prolonged quietness proved itself to be obnoxious. you stated that his thoughts traveled to a place you could not reach, and in said instants, you were forced to scratch the surface of his mind and tether it to the present at hand.

“nowhere important,” ace answered, clearing his throat. you merely raised an eyebrow, well aware of the poor-crafted lie. he gave in, unable to withstand the expectating — borderline disappointed — look on your face. “promise not to be creeped out?”

“by you?” the question posed itself as though a joke; incredulous. “ace—”

“i know,” he interrupted through a sigh. “still, i would hate to leave you uncomfortable.”

“try me,” you encouraged, nothing but love explicit through your features.

ace stretched his hand, palm facing you. he coaxed your approach with a movement of his index, tensing once your wrist was pressed against his skin. he was hesitant — fearful, even — when he activated his devil-fruit, a tempting and gradual increase in his temperature. you hummed, circling your wrist on his palm, testing the waters.

“warm,” you stated matter-of-factly, tapping your fingers on his arm. ace repeated the previous action, multiplying the valor of warmth; recoiling the flames that threatened to lick your flesh. “warmer.”

ace closed his fingers around your wrist, caressing the tender inches of skin. “is it distressing? painful?”

you chuckled, moving your head in denial. “it’s soothing, ace. it’s you.”

he smiled softly, breathing in order to gather further courage. “would you mind if i tried it elsewhere?”

you blinked, growing quiet for the briefest instance, although that had been enough to bloom certain insecurities within him. ace’s lips parted, tongue prepared to spill a dozen apologies — until your hand pushed the plates and cups aside and you sat on the table, sliding towards him. ace was aghast at your willingness; your excitement.

“now?” you inquired softly, gripping the hem of your dress, legs already crossed.

“you want it now?” a stupid question, truly, when one considered the blown state of your pupils.

“please,” you pleaded, already tugging at the edges of your clothing, raising it over your head.

ace’s hands groped your breasts, cock twitching at the sight and perspective of what could be done with them. his tongue lurked out, swiping a streak of saliva up your chest. you shuddered, to which ace smirked, twitching one of your hardening nipples. his digits grew brighter as a consequence of the shift in his temperature, offering a direct source of warmth to your flesh. he tested the length of his devil-fruit, internal fire reaching the tip of his tongue. ace latched his mouth around the bud, a pathetic rut of his hips following-in-suit as a consequence of your moaning.

he grew hotter, the gradual warmthness of your own skin teasing his nose. when your fingers tugged at his hair, ace’s tongue flicked; mouth applying pressure as he sucked on the flesh of your breast, well-aware of the consecutive loss of control on his powers. it felt as though entering a forest-fire to meet its god in the center, an ever-growing heat embracing your every nerve.

your nipple grew swollen at the attention — heated and pained —, whereas his saliva was a river of liquid flames, setting you alight. his unused hand traveled down your stomach, emerging goosebumps at its temperature. he pushed your back against the table, adoration poured into each featherlight touch. you heard the sound of his knees meeting the ground; felt his palm settling on your hip-bone. a pair of heated fingers traveled through your folds, spreading your essence through the extension of it. you whimpered, for your own pre-cum had its temperature shifted; fire reaching your very core.

ace sucked on your thigh, experienced thumb drawing fast-paced circles on your once neglected clit; bright digit behaving as though the teasing of a lighter. you squirmed, and he needed but a single hand to cage your figure. his lips left a trail of sensitive bruises, before they replaced his thumb, wrapping them around the swollen bud. the tip of his burning index teased your entrance, before he shoved three fingers inside — knuckle-deep — invading your walls with unthought suddenness. you mewled, unused — however excited — with the heat; dripping cunt close to boiling.

he moaned, sending vibrations through your body. his fingers curled inside you, teasing the gummy walls; igniting your g-spot. ace rutted against the air, erection caged in between the fabric of his clothes. regardless, he neglected his own needs for the sake of your own, observing, through his eyelashes, your face contorting in pleasure. ace gripped a fistful of your thighs, the warmth of it enough to burn lonesome inches of hair. when he made a sudden worried move, intending to retreat altogether, you gripped his hair yet again, shoving his face deeper into your cunt.

“d-don’t stop,” you pleaded, trembling legs threatening to close themselves around his head.

he moaned, setting a vigorous pace. his tongue ventured through your folds, nose buried deep; teasing your clit. ace moved his head to the sides, dragging your warm essence through his chin and mouth. his tongue drew a luscious, famished stripe before he sucked on the swollen, burning clit, nearly tearing up at the saltiness coating his palate.

“fuck, babe, you taste so good,” he groaned, voice coming out muffled, for the ministrations of his mouth remained. you moaned at the compliment, arching your back at the retreat of his fingers — nails at your entrance — before he shoved them inside yet again, a relentless pace that had your cunt squeezing the digits, dripping down his palm.

your entire figure trembled, thighs caging him, feet sliding down his muscular back. ace’s tongue was molten-fire against your clit, zigzagging around it, his face covered in specks of burning pre-cum — growing reddish at the prolonged contact. curling toes; ruthless tug at his hair. he drowned on your cunt, mouth claiming every drop of your essence while his fingers abused your g-spot.

your voice was a broken choir whose words were all but variations of his name. it flared up his ego, had him switching to shove a burning tongue inside your clenching cunt; fingers parting your folds open as a set of two circled around your clit. he all but slurped; humped the air. a wet patch stained his pants, and one could smell the stench of burning fabric as he pre-cum escaped past his tip, a tide of wild flames.

“ace, ‘m close,” you mewled, breathing out heavily, eyes tethered to the sight of his soaked face.

he retreated his lips for the briefest second to press a searing, burning kiss on your entrance, smirking at your drawn-out moan. the pace of his fingers on your clit increased, and ace bit on your outer labia, his other hand pinching on your trembling thigh.

“cum for me, love,” he encouraged, yet again shoving a warm tongue inside, his chin and nose buried in your cunt.

the knot unraveled itself, and your orgasm tore you from inside-out, drowning his face. ace chased it, famished mouth claiming every droplet of cum that fell on his awaiting tongue, his fingers working still as he stimulated the tides of your high. with a final stripe of the warm muscle, ace leaned his face backwards, licking his lips and tracing the cum that lingered on his chin. he shoved a thumb inside his mouth, sucking the rest of it; removing the finger with a pop. his flesh had a shade pale pink where your essence had touched.

ace spread your legs and got on his feet, eyes tethered to the sight of your bare body on the table, sweat-etched skin glistening under the natural light. “it was a delicious appetizer.”

you laughed then, opening your arms — a solace, whose walls he could rest within. ace’s glance softened ever-so-slightly at the sound, and his chest leaned forward, drawn by your sentence. “come and get the main course, hotstuff.”

his fingers fidgeted with buttons, zippers and straps, a loud groan following-in-suit when his erection slapped against his stomach. swollen, leaking tip sensitive enough to make him hiss due to the merest brush of the wind. ace buried his face on your neck, licking the sweat off your flesh as his hand blindly aligned his shaft with your entrance. the girth slid in with fair easiness, the reminiscing drops of your previous orgasm mingling; enveloping the neglected head.

when ace bottomed out, the pair of you moaned in unison. your nails dug on his back as his hips set a languid pace, flushed tip reaching deep into your g-spot. his cock was a conflagration, forcing your walls to match the absurd temperature, shared heat enhancing both of your senses; increasing the sensitivity. the legs of the table complained at every harsh, wild thrust, balls slapping your ass as he hammered himself inside — sudden retreat of the tip; aggressive shove of the base until he had you filled with his girth. you babbled a sequence of compliments that had him twitching; drooling inside.

your legs wrapped around his waist, and both his hands settled themselves on the back of your thighs. his mouth sang luscious moans as his tongue and teeth bruised the skin of your neck — visible marks; explicit claim of what was his. ace’s pace grew erratic at the approach of his orgasm, the warmth leaving him sensitive to the point of embarrassment. your walls sucked him in, a famished, selfish lover that wished for nothing but to milk him dry.

when he pressed his forehead against yours, the act itself held an intimacy he once could ever dream of having with another, and the act itself soothed the once miserable soul of a child unwanted. ace breathed out into your mouth, words failing him as you nodded, increasing the strength of your legs around him.

“cum inside,” you cried out, raking your nails down his tattooed back. “want it—want you, all of you.”

ace struggled to keep his eyes open as he shot his load into you. it was of an alarming heat, leaving a lingering burning sensation on his tip. you mewled, sobbing as fire incarnated smeared your sensitive walls, leaving but a trail of metaphorical ashes in its wake. ace pressed butterfly-kisses on your face, lips claiming dried tears and accumulated sweat. his thrusts assumed a slower pace, a final chase of his high until the both of you were left a frail, exhausted mingle of bodies. his hands left your thighs; your legs fell, limp, dangling from the table.

the merest glance at your lover’s face had your eyes widening, hands pushing his chest. “don’t you dare, ace! the table will break—”

he collapsed into you, shifting your bodies at the last second. wood gave in to his weight, and his back all but met the ground, arms encircling your figure as your side was pressed to his chest. ace caressed your ass, mumbling about how he needed to clean you properly — and snoring thereafter.

you snorted, caressing his cheek. “sleep well, hotstuff.”

— 🐈‍⬛ : happy late kinktober, time is a concept!

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Please make more PAVITR X READER PLEASE 🥺🥺

- Angst

- Fluff

- Jealousy 😍

ANYTHING PLEASE

Six Feet's Never Felt So Far [Angst]

Summary: Pavitr is only belatedly told you were in the bus with Gayatri, but now it's too late. TW: Blood and Injury, Major Character Death, Near Death Experiences A/N: you said angst..👉👈 As usual all Hindi words and nicknames are googled, sorry if they're wrong! '^_^

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka Mumbattan's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man,  swung to the accident spot immediately, getting to work.

A bridge connecting two cites across the ocean had collapsed in the middle and vehicles along with people were falling. Pavitr swung in saving a few civilians who fell off the railings and set them to safety. Screams get his attention and Pavitr finds a brightly coloured city bus about to tip off the broken edge of the bridge and ran towards it. 

"AAAH!"

Spidey turned around at the screech only to find Mr. Singh, his best friend Gayatri's father and Inspector of the local police station, about to be smashed by a falling concrete peice with the little child he saved. 

He needs to act soon. 

Pavitr quickly calculates that the bus is approximately six feet from safety. He could do this! 

He shoots his web, catching onto the rear end of the bus and ties it to a pole. He shoots another web at the inspector, pulling him away from the debris and to safety. 

Seeing the policeman is uninjured, he turns to the falling vehicle dangling by a literal thread. 

"All of you, get to the rear end!", he yells to the passengers stuck in the bus, shooting more webs at it. 

His efforts grow stronger when he sees Gayatri trapped inside, shouting for help. 

Inspector Singh joins him and together they pull the vehicle back onto more stable parts of the bridge. The passengers stumble out one by one, shaking and shivering from the near-death experience. 

Gayatri comes out and Pavitr rushes to her, throwing his arms around his best friend. He couldn't live without her rants and incessant fussing. 

"Thank God, you're okay!"

Spidey quickly retracts upon realizing he's being too familiar for a stranger, stuttering out excuses that don't come out as smooth as he likes. 

Gayatri's horrified expression softens a little when she sees her father and rushes towards him with extended hands, panicking. "Papa!" 

"Mera beta", the policeman says, sighing in relief as he kisses her forehead. "I thought I lost you." 

"Papa!", she tugged at his sleeve anxiously, tears pooling at her eyes as she pointed towards the bus, "Y/n is in there!" 

"What!?"

Colour drains from Pavitr's face under the mask and he rushes towards the bus, frantically searching for you inside and under the seats as the Inspector follows suit. 

A choked cough catches Spider-Man's attention and he turns, finding you jammed into the drivers seat at the damaged front of the bus. 

You seem to have crashed your head into the glass, blood trickling down your forehead. Pavitr tears up and gently pulls you into his arm, carrying you bridal style outside. 

'It okay, it's okay, N/n is alive', Pavitr chants, convincing himself that he made it in time. He won't let what happened to Uncle Bhim happen to you too! 

He tries so hard to be strong for you, but seeing you almost dead shook him. 

"You okay?", he croaks, hoping his voice doesn't give him away. Tears roll down his cheek under his mask as he tries not to break. 

"Pa..pavu.."

It was your nickname for him, one only you and Maya auntie were allowed to call him. But in that moment Pavitr didn't care if you knew his alter-ego, all he could think was how he saved you from the brink of death. 

"Pavu? Is he your boyfriend?", he jokes, hoping to make you feel better. 

It's an inside joke between you two, saying 'this is their boyfriend' everytime you pick up each other's call. 

You smile weakly. "You're... Spider-Man?" 

He nods, blinded by the tears clouding his vision, aware that you have a horrible pun in line. However, his smile falls when he sees your eyelids droop; blood trickles down your nose and you're losing consciousness. 

No, no, no, no, NO-! 

"Stay with me, N/n, please", he pats your cheeks hoping to prevent you from slipping out of consiouness. "C'mon", he tries desperately, holding to you tight to his chest as he shoots his web onto the railings of the bridge, "Stay with me. Just hang in there, we're going to the hospital. Everything will be fine!" 

You wheeze, struggling to breathe as you heave, and go lax in his arms. Pavitr is content, until he realises you let go. 

No, nO, NO, GOD, NO! 

"Pavu.. I love you....." 

Your body goes limp in his arms and that's when the whole world ceases moving for him. His heart beat stops as he freezes in shock, unable to digest your death. 

No, no, it's not possible! He can still save you! You've just blacked out, that's all! 

He can't.. won't lose you like this. 

Gayatri begins to cry, holding her father for comfort who soothes her with moistened eyes; you were a like a child to him too. 

Pavitr's knees buckle and he sinks to the ground, the gravity of your death too much for him to bear. Guilt chokes his throat and he lets out a loud cry, holding your lifeless body securely in his lap -afraid that if he lets go, you might just disappear. His shoulders sag as he leans into you, cradling your face, resting his forehead on yours one last time. 

The other spider heroes arrive just then to witness the ever cheerful Pavitr break. It's not, afterall, too far from what they themselves have experienced at some point; such was the curse upon every spider hero. 

Tears soak through his mask as Pavitr watches life leave you, sobbing at his cruel fate. 

"Meri jaan.." 

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*Meri jaan means "my life". I learnt it from another pavitr hc Tumblr post '^_^

[merakiui]

The Egg man is back again! Bringing you more food for thought, Mera!

The Little Mermaid Jade Drabble you just posted

But Jade is a siren (so he can lure you back) and he left eggs

Time goes by and you mysteriously are starting to get a belly

so after a month of him stalking (biding his time to get Azul to make a potion so you can be a mer too permanently) you suddenly hear singing and are compelled to go down to the beach. You see Jade, he is singing, slowly luring you closer and closer to the water's edge. Now he has you and the babies back in his arms

Alternatively, (no egg route) for some reason you mysteriously fall pregnant after the shipwreck (Jade) and as time goes on you are more and more enticed to be in the water. It becomes an obsession. Eventually you go back down to the beach where you landed, and you see Jade peeking from around the rocks, and when he sees you he starts doting. And its weird that a stranger appearing from the sea is doting on you and oddly obsessed with your bump. But it oddly feels comforting? His presence feels comforting and like this was how it was meant to be, despite not knowing him. And his humming... its almost hypnotic as he leads you away

-Mer Eggs Anon

MY DEAR MER EGGS, YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN AAAAAA!!! What a delicious concept omg!!! Jade who has the prettiest singing voice. It's just so hypnotic. How can you possibly turn away? >_< and he's looking at you so sincerely, so lovingly, and his song is so sweet. You're so charmed by him that you hardly pay attention to his sharper features (claws and serrated teeth and piercing eyes). He feels like home. <3 but then of course he would because you're carrying his young and he's a siren capable of threading the sweetest sentiments throughout his songs to leave you utterly captivated.

Omg imagine you're cast out by your family who are unable to accept the fact that you were knocked up by some stranger when you're meant to wed and bear children with your betrothed. So since they can't accept you, you've taken to staying out, away from the palace and out of the sights of the guards who search for you, and you meet Jade, who is so kind to you. He speaks in such a unique language that it's difficult to understand him, but he seems to understand you. He's always so gentle when he lays his webbed hands upon your baby bump, singing what you think are lullabies. He seems so strangely fond of the baby growing inside you, but you're just happy and relieved someone accepts you and this circumstance. You continue to regularly meet with him, forming such a lovely bond while not knowing anything of the reason that connects the both of you.

It's no surprise when you go missing, stolen away from the surface and brought to the whimsical world under the sea. :) and Jade's happy to finally have you in his arms. It's where you've always belonged.

[oonlykooii]

ㄑ🎙️◟੭ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆！Ft: PORTGAS D. ACE

PAIRING; Portgas D. Ace x GN!Reader

CW; Angst

A/N: Sorry if it's not the best translation or English, English is not my first language

How were you supposed to act? How were you supposed to feel after witnessing death? A raw and direct atmosphere, the pearls of his necklace escaping the thread and falling on the battle floor, a sight that made you feel blank, one you had never imagined, after all they had saved him, they had managed to get him out of the scene where he was supposed to be executed, but you knew him, you knew perfectly well his impulsive and passionate attitude towards those he loves, and you hated that, you hated him so much that you loved him, but still, you didn't expect that end.

The helplessness you felt, feeling that guilt for not having been able to do more. The bandages covering your body still wounded by the battle of Marineford, your feelings in an unknown trance and a photo of him in your hands, caressing it with a delicacy so horrible to feel, and now he is not there, but you were still there

So similar to a movie, a horror movie that was a harsh reality that you faced, where his voice was a song, you could hear it but no longer feel that vibration against you. Vague memories of youth, two teenagers so foolish that they loved each other, a love so pure filled with afternoons of kisses and talks, adventures that went hand in hand with adrenaline and emotion, nights based on caresses and tears.

A fresh and warm breeze as was usual at the sea, drinks, talks and laughter, a narcoleptic company that made you sketch out a delicate smile of confusion with happiness when you saw him fall due to falling asleep. A Den Den mushi of photos in your hands and your free hand constantly shaking to get a picture of the photo you had taken with dubious consent before he fell asleep. When you let it sit for a few minutes you were able to appreciate the image, blurry... But his smile was so warm that it made you smile just by seeing it.

And now it was the only one you had of him

It was so difficult but you had to stick to your reality, the nights were not easy at all and even less so when you closed your eyes and returned to that same scenario where death and war were the protagonists but it hurt more to see him smile again because you knew that a part of you had gone with him. And although time will pass, you would always worry about him.

Dressrosa, Corrida Coliseum, the Mera mera fruit on display and prize for the winner of the tournament, finals of block C. A feeling of doubt invades you

And then you saw it

Or so you could have sworn, different emotions swirled against your chest at the sight of him, but it wasn't him, it was someone else's, watching him do those movements like he did, different emotions consuming you, nostalgia for seeing that? anger to see how someone else had his legacy? Was the fear that invaded you so much to relive it all? How are they supposed to prepare you for these things?

He looked like Ace, but you knew he wasn't and would never be, it was all a trip down memory lane to when you were young.

— My god, this reminds me... Of when we where young.

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

ok i keep seeing these romantically coded threads of yours and i would love an explanation because atm i’m just a very confused onlooker 😔 like please tell me what in the wattpad is going on here 😭

@meredarling you wanted to know as well so here you go

🤭Okay so heres the gist: Nisha (@mera-mann-kehne-laga) and I love each and we enjoy flirting. Sharma (@vellibandi), Lilac (@hell-lit011019), Eleanor (@writingwitch007) and Jordan (@legoriel-fan) all go crazy about it lol always like "Get a room" and "Your making us feel lonely" lol. Did I forget anything? Uhh oh right Monday she pinned me against a wall cause I wouldn't tell her something and I kissed her senseless. Tuesday all of them tried to kill me cause we were flirting again and today they are freaking out cause she said she wants to kiss me again lol. I think thats everything 🤣

[ackarcue]

Ello Epithet Erased tumblr, uh, the discord server I was from had a fun thread where we had an Epithet Directed. Basically the actor au for Epithet Erased and now I’m curious what y’all would think of.

For example:

Show commentator: Mera’s actress is actually a teaching aid for students, so when she had to be a tour guide she was, not in her element per se but she actually just did the reverse of how she would engage the kids. It was a fun, improv? I guess.

So uh, yeah. Go nuts.

[in-the-moodboard]

Justice League fanfic recommendations

Bruce Wayne - The Day I Die Is For You by thebatdadnomad (aylooktaekook)

Teen And Up Audiences - Bruce Wayne & Everyone; Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

The death of your soul or the soul of a loved one? Choose now. "Mine." As you wish.

Clark Kent - Hope Comes From the Sun by Queens_latin

General Audiences - Chris Kent & Clark Kent

Clark helps get the young kryptonian to bed after a long day. Just some domestic fluff between Clark and Chris.

Diana of Themyscira - I missed you by herp_derp

Teen And Up Audiences - Diana (Wonder Woman)/Barbara Minerva

After teaming up, Diana and Barbara find themselves in bed together.

J'onn J'onzz - Paper by Chicago

General Audiences - J'onn J'onzz/Bruce Wayne

Monitor duty is never really lonely.

Hal Jordan - Pulchritude by RedWritingHood

Not Rated - Carol Ferris/Hal Jordan; Guy Gardner/Tora Olafsdotter

Hal starts wearing some of Carol's clothes. Carol doesn't mind. At all.

Oliver Queen - To goodness and grief by MageOfCole

General Audiences - Connor Hawke & Oliver Queen; Oliver Queen/Hal Jordan/Dinah Lance; Connor Hawke/Kyle Rayner

Oliver hasn't been the best father, hasn't been the best guardian, but he loves his kids. He wants to do better, wants to be better - for them. For Connor, who looks so small on the hospital bed, clinging onto the barest thread of life, who might die never knowing the truth. There’s no enemy he can fight here, no trick arrow he can pull out to save the day; this is a battle Connor has to fight against his own mortality, because some bastard had tried to kill him.

Arthur Curry - Aquaman: Heirs of Atlantis by Takara_Phoenix

General Audiences - Arthur Curry/Mera (DCU); Arthur Curry/Dinah Lance

After running into an old flame, Arthur meets his daughter. Now, his family changes. And Mera is expecting their first child too. It's a lot at once, but Arthur has to adjust to being a father. Just a short story about Arthur and his children throughout the years.

[garthofshayeris]

How would you feel if Arthur and Mera had different parenting styles for Garth?

Let’s say Mera ironically understands the severity of Garth situation of being labeled as a Curse/abomination more than Arthur. So Mera tries to teach him to be self reliant, to not trust anyone/always assume people don’t have good intentions for you, etc. also since she was an assassin maybe it’d be interesting if she was the one who teaches him how to fight and use hydrokenisis. She could also be very blunt but at the same worrying about him a lot and being a helicopter parent.

While Arthur is the complete opposite where he believes if Garth continues being noble and trying to appeal to the people of Atlantis by being a hero and putting himself out there i.e Atlantean noble events and socializing with people, etc, more people will to learn to accept him and he tries to give him a if you want respect you gotta earn it type of mentality.

I feel like there would be some good drama and conflict that way. With both ways having positives and negatives that makes Garth more conflicted on the type of man he wants to be.

What do you think would be an interesting way for Mera and Arthur to raise Garth?

I think if you flip it and reverse it, that is pretty much how Garth was “raised” by Arthur and Mera.

I think it’s significant that Arthur teaches Garth to fight because Garth’s identify is Aqualad first, person second for a lot of his life. Arthur is basically a laid back bachelor when he finds an already pretty self-reliant kid in the middle of the ocean, so fighting together and just vibing is how they bond. It’s also the reason that Arthur acts more like a brother/friend than a father, although Garth certainly is projecting the desire for parents onto him.

My preferred Arthur backstory is the fully Atlantean one, and that Arthur has a chip on his shoulder regarding Atlantis. If anyone is going to be like “take care of yourself” it’s him.

Both Arthur and Mera understand being an outcast (it’s the common thread between all characters tbh) because Mera, in the canon where she knew Garth as a child, isn’t even from their dimension. She’s a princess from Dimension Aqua (aka Xebel, the retcon name) and is actually super isolated from her previous world. But she very much is a proper princess and Garth very much seems to think of her as a mother to him. It’s interesting because the Mera we know now in canon isn’t very similar to her older counterpart. The Mera that did live in the palace with Garth in silver/Bronze Age is actually very motherly and domestic, but not “feisty” like current Mera is. If anyone is going to say “let’s be polite and maybe they’ll like you more,” it’s Mera.

I also prefer hard water being a trait Garth doesn’t have. It’s weird that they keep giving him that power, I think it takes away from Mera who only had it because she wasn’t even from Earth. TT cartoon owes me damages from their portrayal of Garth with hard water powers.

I don’t think either of them saw Garth as their son. I think he occupied the “kid brother” role for both of them, and when Mera had her own baby he was shifted into uncle/babysitter real quick. Garth very much considered them his parents (until Aquababy died, at least) and you can see his loyalty to Mera stick around even though the 90s/2000s.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

What Fic Should I Do Next From My Twitter Build-A-Fic Thread (Also Feel Free To Do It If You Have Twitter)

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The Fisherman's Bluebird: Sea monster Garth AU where Tula visits Arthur's seaside hotel. Tula takes an interest in the mysterious longtime tenant.

I See The Moon: Malcolm Thawne befriends a familiar young boy despite the mystery boy's reluctance to be close; post Mercury Falling AU

Midnight Inn: Oneshot AU where Ollie meets with Roy to apologize while Roy is in withdrawal

Our Hearts Like Rivers: Garth gets a mysterious inheritance from his birth parents. Mera takes Andy and Arthur Jr. to visit him. (Hotel AU)

Still Waters: Arthur pays Garth a surprise visit during his boarding school's parent's weekend. He is not met with the joyful surprise he expected.

The Azalea Inn: Roy and Jade get stuck in a hotel during a hurricane after a mistake leaves them booked for the same hotel room. (Hotel AU)

The Fountain of You: Oneshot where Roy explains to Jade that he and Lian might be immortal.

Enter the Fog: Oneshot where Cassie and Donna's car breaks down during a road trip and it forces Cassie to voice some of her personal problems.

Lavender's Blue: Cassie and Cissie are roommates on their final school trip, and they're about to go their separate ways (2 separate colleges).

Sister Pact: Artemis, Cassie, Donna, and Diana are called together to expose a liar in their midst.

[ramayantika]

Braj ki Holi (Ch-5)

//Ch-4// //Masterlist//

The next morning Dau decided to take all of us to Vishram ghat in Mathura. Our train was in the evening at around 7pm and Mathura was barely half an hour away so we agreed to visit a few more temples and ghats. 

All the girls decided to wear ethnic today, and I was glad that I had packed some nice ones to wear. My mother had packed a maroon chikankari kurti for me and lent me a beautiful pair of silver jhumke from her collection. She had also asked me to send her photographs in this dress. 

"Yaar koi dori bandh do mera mera bhagya kahan hai ki koyi cute sa ladka bandh de mere liye," I heard Bhumi who was trying to tie the threads of her backless kurti in front of the mirror. 

Subhadra laughed and helped my sister to tie those threads while commenting, "Arey didi itna rona nahi lago kya pata koi ladka aaj mil jaye?" Radhika who was combing her hair joined in too, saying, "Ekdum apsara jaisi sundarta leki padhari hai humari Bhumi ladkon ka dil phisla degi."

Bhumi giggled and applied perfume to her arms and then looked at herself in the mirror. "Tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itni khubsurat lago. Not fair!"

I facepalmed and pulled her away from the mirror. "Okay Bhumi ji, now let others use the mirror too. Hume bhi khubsurat lagna hai."

Bhumi sat on the bed and began scrolling on her phone. Radhika was braiding her hair while Subhadra was playing with the beads on her beaded kurti. I applied a thick stroke of my kajal on my eyes and after feeling satisfied with the length and thickness of the kohl, I announced, "Okay, I am done. All ready."

"Whoa!" All the girls exclaimed. "Your eyes look stunning in kajal. You should wear it often," Subhadra commented. "Kanha bhaiya would get lost in your eyes for sure." This earned her a smack on her shoulder from Radhika. 

Radhika walked over to me and moved her fingers in a circle around my face. "Like those typical indian tv serial vali mummy, tujhe kisiki nazar na lage."

"Jaa meri Bhaishmi jaa ab inn aakhon se aankhon ki gustakhiyan khel."

Adjusting my dupatta over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at Bhumi who shrugged her shoulders and pushed me outside the room, making me collide with someone. 

"Bhumi, what are you…" Thank you Bhumi! "I am so sorry Krishna, Bhumi pushed me and I had no idea that you would be walking here."

Subhadra's words indeed came true and I was struck with the realization that Krishna was holding me by my shoulders, his face leaning a little dangerously close to mine in front of everyone. 

"Not in front of my lipstick, you two!" Radhika's words brought Krishna out of my kohl lined eyes.

I took a step back and adjusted my dupatta again, a brilliant way to hide my blushy face. 

"Uh.. No I- not that, we won't… God, Bhaishmi, your eyes look angelic in kajal. Had you walked over to my seat on the train with kajal in your eyes, I would have proposed to you there itself." 

Radhika, Subhadra and Bhumi smirked. My devious sister pretended to clear her throat and motioned the others to walk with her. "Generous of us to offer you guys some privacy. Bhaishmi, I need details."

"Ghanta details." I looked at Krishna who was back to smiling amusedly at me. "Chalo sab mandir."

****

It was 2.30pm and all of us decided to have lunch and visit the Vishram ghat after which we would head back to kaki's house and leave for the train station. 

The ghat was usually crowded in the evening where tourists as well as locals gathered together to witness the yamuna aarti. Sadly, we couldn't stay that long to see the aarti, so we decided to enjoy the sight of the river and take a look at the various shrines built on the ghat. 

The ghat looked quite empty in the afternoon. We could see some of the priests and a few devotees here and there. The boats were aligned together on the river and tied to one of the posts. 

"There's our Vrindavan," Radhika pointed towards a distant mass of hills and trees visible from the ghat. 

I saw Ranvit staring at that location for a long time. He then said, "I love how Vrindavan and Mathura have still kept their history and culture together while moving forward with time. Here are various ghats and temples constructed by so many saints and kings in history; so many folklores and tales connected to each and every corner of every street. Even though we live in the twenty-first century, a part of the old times still resides here. Call me crazy, but I can still feel that maybe once we turn a corner, a portal will open and we all will be with Krishna and his sakhas." He paused and sighed, "This holiday will be the most memorable holiday in my life."

Arjun then spoke up. "This was my first time in Vrindavan too, and I feel blessed to come here. Somehow connecting to our roots grants a different sense of happiness. I don't think I have the right words to describe what I feel, but I feel that this place has changed something in me."

Arjun was right. This place, this little vacation did change something inside me too. I met some amazing people and bonded with them; celebrated a festival together and created so many lovely memories that I will look back on in the future. 

Heck, I feel like Naina from Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani as I write this. Now in the movie, Bunny and Naina got together, but does this story have the same ending? 

Subhadra gave a side hug to Bhumi. "You all don't make me cry, okay. Bhumi, Bhaishmi and Ranvit… I am going to miss you all so much. Be in touch or I will spam all your inboxes."

I saw Radhika looking at Krishna, their eyes having a silent conversation on their own. Her hand gently patted his shoulder. 

"I agree with my little sister. I never expected to have such a wonderful Holi celebration. All of this feels straight out of a book or a movie you know but I am glad I met you guys," Dau said. 

"Are we going to stay here the entire time? We need to head back and drop them off at the station too."

Thanks for reminding me Krishna about that! 

The journey back to kaki's house was no longer filled with us talking about how special this trip was or if we were going to miss each other or not. Radhika and Krishna had decided to cheer up everyone with a playful banter and soon we all were laughing until our stomachs ached. 

We reached kaki's house in an hour. Everyone rushed out of the car except me and Krishna. I wanted time to slow down by a few hours just to spend some more time with him, thus I walked excruciatingly slow while passing occasional glances at Krishna. 

"Okay, I am going to regret this if I don't do it now and let you go." This was the last thing I heard before Krishna pulled my wrist towards him and led me towards a secluded wall. 

Pressing his forehead against mine, he murmured, "Do you want this too? For the first and maybe the last time I think?"

"Do it, Krishna."

And at last, I was closer to his lips than his flute had ever been. Both of us let our yearning out for each other, not caring even once about the consequences. His lips were soft like rose petals and he kissed me as passionately as he played his flute. 

And we slowly moved away from each other after what seemed like eternity. We smiled at each other, and his arm moved around my waist, bringing me close to him. 

"You know the next time I look up at the stars, I will always be reminded of you, Krishna," I told him as I hugged him for one last time. 

His fingers played with my hair, delicately brushing them over my hair. "And why so?"

"The first time I saw you, it was your eyes that drew me in. They always shine with happiness and love for each and everything that exists in this world." Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, I added, "And we have met like two stars too; coming close for a while and then moving away to our respective paths ahead."

I could feel him smile and his arms embraced me tighter. A very funny feeling arose in my chest. Warmth seeped inside my body, the more I stayed in Krishna's embrace. I felt the heaviness in my heart at the prospect of leaving this place and him, but there was peace and understanding too. I could feel my stomach do somersaults yet there was a calming effect too. 

Are there any specific words to describe this feeling? 

"Bhaishmi, where are you? Kaka and Kaki are calling." Thank you, Ranvit. I love you so freaking much! 

The warmth that had enveloped my being had escaped back to nature, as I felt Krishna move a step back from me. 

The end, isn't it? 

****

Bhumi was on the phone with my maasi who had once again taken up the role of cautioning sixteen year olds to not accept any food from strangers on the train. 

God, how would she react when we would tell her about our little adventure. Now, dear reader, it's obvious that we all lied to our parents that we were at the hotel and not with a group of teenagers

"Tum sab badme parivar ke sath aana bachon samjhe?" Yashodhara kaki wiped a lone tear with the end of her pallu. 

Nanda kaka was busy settling all our luggages near our seats. I saw him smile and shake his head at kaki but I could make out that he too felt a little sad with us leaving. Strange, how people take up spaces in other people's hearts when they have met only for a short amount of time? 

Bhumi was munching on those tasteless, saltless yellow Lays chips causing me and Ranvit to grimace. Dau was inside with kaka and Krishna was on the platform, standing silently. 

Radhika's gaze often switched between the two of us. Subhadra being the clever girl she is, cleverly asked everyone to get inside the train after sending Dau out to get some more snacks for us, leaving two people behind at the train compartment's gate. 

Reader, you must know who they are? 

"Goodness, my sister is far more clever than me," muttered Krishna. 

I looked at Subhadra's retreating figure as she walked to my seat. God, just a few days ago only we were on the train meeting each other the first time and now it was time to go back. Soon. This was ending too soon. 

I think when we leave a place we leave behind some part of ourselves there and carry bits of the places in us while leaving for the next destination. I was taking away some scenic sites, fun memories, amazing friends, beautiful flute tunes that would always find a way to enter my dreams and sweet memories of a very pretty boy. 

The train was to leave the station in ten minutes and Krishna and I weren't speaking a word. Our fingers would fiddle around each other, with our lips trying desperately to conceal the words of our hearts. 

But finally, Universe being the master conspirator, conspired against every bodily function and made me speak the sentence. 

"I am going to love you, Krishna."

His eyes met mine and he held my gaze for a very long time. His eyes that had lost their shine for a few moments back there on the platform were twinkling again just like my favourite stars adorning the night sky. 

Sometimes we don't need to have those forever kind of love stories. Love can be found in small moments of time too and maybe you may choose other things or some other person later in life, you are still going to house that love in your heart forever. I think people might not be forever, but love is. 

And I was going to nurse this beautiful plant of love forever. These four to five days with him were going to be some wonderful memories inside my heart. 

But indeed was it love? We only met for a few days. You can love people for the briefest of moments too. Love is a very mysterious but beautiful language of the Universe that connects your heartstrings to many people. Popularly, love might always mean romance and relationships, but one must never forget the love that exists in friends, amidst nature and quiet places that exist to tell you little secrets of life. 

I was going to love Subhadra, Dau, Arjun, Radhika, Kaka and Kaki too. I was going to love this blissful experience of Vrindavan and Mathura. There was love flowing in the breeze when Krishna and I talked by the Yamuna river. The stars that I saw with him on the terrace the night before and the darkness that welcomed my eyes after sleep embraced me as my head rested on his shoulders spoke of that love. 

This little bud of love had blossomed into a lotus inside me. And, Krishna understood everything that I have written here because… 

"I am going to love you too, Bhaishmi."

Kaka, Kaki, Dau, Subhadra and Radhika came back to the gate and stepped down on the platform one by one. Krishna was the last one to move down, but he did not leave my hand after giving me a very precious object. 

He left his peacock chain from his flute in my fingers. Those beautiful lips curled upwards for one last time and I committed his smile to my memory, and those starry eyes once again promised: I am going to love you, Bhaishmi. 

"Goodbye, Krishna."

"No. See you soon, Bhaishmi."

Kaki waved at us and I felt Ranvit's hand over my shoulder. I stood near the gate until the others on the platform were reduced to a dot in my vision until I could no longer see the platform, with Krishna's sweet voice ringing inside my ears. 

"See you soon…"

*****

Hello! It is 12.36am with machhar attacking me from all sides but I managed to write this fic nevertheless.

Wait wait wait I completed this fic??? I had started this out before my board exams maybe somewhere in April after I posted about a fic I had wrote somewhere half way about meeting Krishna on a train and some people told me to post it here. I changed a lot of things here though that what I had originally written before.

Also the last section of the fic, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. And worry not, we are going to have an epilogue. Picture abhi bhi bali hai mere dost!

Also, I would love to hear your thoughts about the ending. What were you expecting? Was it good or you wanted something else. Everything!

Anyway, I should go to sleep now. And god I am going to miss these characters. I hope you guys miss them too. Bhaishmi and everyone will always be here on this blog.

Okay so tagging people for one last time here for this fic:

@ma-douce-souffrance @lil-stark @jessbeinme15 @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @pokemon-master-elita @manwalaage @phoenix666stuff @itsfookingloosah @riiddhhiii

[tierradenod]

Hello admins!! muchas gracias por esta intervencion 💘💘💘 TRAIGO una consultita, quedaría a nuestra discreción mencionar en nuestros threads la cantidad de lupinos/crinos con las que nos hemos encontrado? recomiendan algún numerito/relación entre lupinos-vastagos?

Anónimo ha preguntado: podrían contarnos mas sobre los lupines?

¡Hola nonies! aprovecho la similitud de las preguntas para complementar una con otra. Los lupinos no son meras bestias pero son criaturas salvajes y feroces que normalmente el dialogo es lo último en lo que piensan al toparse con un cainita. Los hombres lobo, también son conocidos como garou (así se nombra los lupinos a sí mismos), ellos pueden presentarse como homínido (forma humana). lupus (conversión total) o crinos (mezcla de ambos). Dependerá de la forma adoptada cuán fuertes sean sus habilidades, pero incluso como homínido pueden presentar una fuerza y agilidad sobrenatural, además de mantener un olfato altamente desarrollado y excelente visión. si se encuentran en el otro extremo, para los hombres lobo es fácil desgarrar cualquier objeto y ni hablar de sus poderosas mandíbulas que terminan quebrando lo que se atreva a cruzarse en su camino. Algunos lupinos pueden volverse invisibles e intangibles permintiéndoles crear un factor sorpresa al atacar, estos seres curan el daño casi instantáneamente, al menos que sean atacados con fuego, plata o los dientes y garras de otras criaturas, lo cual ralentiza su regeneración. Por todo lo dicho, por fortuna de los vástagos, esta vez los lupinos se presentan en una cantidad que, si bien los supera, tampoco se trata de una que pueda ser un ataque fatal hacia el grupo que rondaba en la zona, es decir, que las cantidades por cada vástago son de un lupino, pero en contados casos hasta dos lupinos podrían llegar a atacar a un vástago. Tengan en consideración que existen más escenarios además del enfrentamiento, algunos cainitas pueden huir o intentar charlar con los hombres lobo si aparecen en su forma homínida o crina. Hay que tener en cuenta principalmente la generación de los vástagos y el nivel de sus habilidades a la hora de desarrollar la intervención en sus convos si desean tomar en cuenta algunos aspectos aquí explicados, ya que no es obligatorio en ningún aspecto, pero no se debe de olvidar que al final también se tratan de neonatos. ¡Espero que esto ayude a cubrir su curiosidad por los lupinos!

🗡ENOCH.

[hvrls]

Hi everyone, I’m Alice and I’m introverted, a cat person & animal lover. I’m gonna say some rules on my blog here on this post, because my rules are old af, too lazy to change that (also lack of time RIP). 

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Mun 25+ age. (I’m 30 years old to be more exact)

Of course this blog will contain a lot of triggering content, but I’ll try to tag everything as possible, if I don’t tag something just lmk. My triggering tag is tw: _the trigger name_

There being said, my muse can do questionable stuff and it doesn’t mean the MUN support my MUSE certain actions. MUN IS MUN, MUSE IS MUSE.

My muse is based in ALL MOVIES, but sometimes I read some comics for reference, cartoons, animated series, also I add a lot of things I create on my own. 

I’m slow but I’m always replying to everyone, sometimes I took eternity but it’s nothing against you, it’s just my muse.  Sometimes it may feel like I’m ignoring and I’d like to say sorry in advance but if we have multiple thread I love it!  ‘cuz when my muse isn’t strong on a certain thread I can respond on the another thread. 

Sorry, I’m easily distracted ‘cuz of  my ADHD.

I do RP smut, but only with +21 rpers, and if I see if our muses has some chemistry, I can’t throw my muse out of zero straight to sex, I’m sorry!  (unless if we’re friends & / our muses has some chemistry as I just stated) . Also I don’t rp anal sex. I need to be familiar to your muse first.

Yes, I’m crossover friendly, and OC friendly, sup?!

Discord available for mutuals only, dm if you want them.

English is not my first language, mistakes might happen.

If you send me an ask and wanted to continue, instead of rebbloging the ask PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE post it in a new post! 

PLEASE CUT YOUR THREADS! I really don’t mind the style you use, icons, gifs etc... As long as the thread is cut. It’s affects my OCD. 

Sometimes I don’t follow because people who don’t cut their threads, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t RP with you.

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All the gifs, codes of my blog, etc etc, credit to their ✨ respective makers ✨.

Do not meta-gaming and godmod, it’s not fun. Also I’m AU HOE, I’m open for all AU AF, just throw at me.

YES, I do RP Margot Robbie’s characters from her movies, and I have 2 OC that I rp here sometimes, but they’re RP upon request.

AH, I RP both Harley and Harleen ♥  (lbr they’re the same person, i just do this to timeline reference) + I also will rp Barbie here (Barbie 2023 movie) and Mera from Aquaman using Sam Weaving fc, but they are my guest muse.

Last but not the least, HAVE FUN PUDDIN’S! DON’T FORGET TO DRINK YOUR WATER TODAY, AND TAKE YOUR MEDS 💋

[avatarskywalker78]

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🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

To this day Arthur still hasn't told Mera that humans don't eat flowers - he doesn't have the heart, and in any case any humans who see her doing so just shrug and figure it's an Atlantean thing.

(Mera, natrually, worked it out years ago).

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Always carry a notebook with you - doesn't necessarily have to be for fic writing, but always carry a notebook! Don't think 'oh, I'll just write [insert thing here] later' because you will forget it once later arrives.

fic writer ask game!

[merakiui]

hello mera! you probably have a lot of asks, so sorry to be adding one more... I hadn't checked your blog in a while so I am not sure if you've already mentioned this but I think you were working on a wip of a fic where the reader was the octavinelle housewarden, and azul was in his first year? just wondering if that's still in the works, if that's okay to ask

Hello!!! Please don't apologize! It's always okay to ask about wips and such! I don't mind. :D as for that wip, it's planned to be Azul thought 7. I want to write it like a romantic comedy, but then I fear abandoning the similarity threaded throughout all of my Azul thoughts, which is that Azul is usually yandere. Although the ex-husband Azul thought will also read more like a rom-com, so maybe it's okay to write a thought that's non-yandere and fluffy. ^^;;;

Ramblings aside, it is a fic that I will eventually get to! But before that, I hope to finish and publish what's on my wip list and then return to more Lunar Love Hotel orders.