#Thank you anon for this wonderful ask! I enjoyed reading it and it captures my feelings on Elain very accurately

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I decided to ruminate on Elain’s character a bit, I was hoping you’d join me.

I recognized right away during acotar one her character suffers from the same problems Nesta’s does where they were both not important, their purpose being only to push Feyre’s sob story along, the difference is that for whatever reason sjm chose to expand on Nesta upon Feyre’s return hence the whole part where she was able to see through Tamlins glamour, revealed she followed Feyre, asked her to teach her paint, encouraged her to go back while Elain still sort of took a back seat. All of this is not to say sjm didn’t give her character traits, she’s social and happy almost bubbly but in the first book she’s more just— there. More so than Nesta who originally was in the same cutout position. Keep in mind this was all in the same book.

Come book 2 I still get the sense she’s almost just there to serve as a contrast to Nesta’s actions, Nesta refusing to aide Feyre/ Elain acknowledges Feyre’s sacrificing to change her mind, Nesta puts herself in front of Elain when they meet Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys/ she is so terrified Feyre claims it’s a surprise she hasn’t fainted. It develops her character sure but she’s still almost just there. Seriously when she said ‘they can go to hell’ about the queens it would be such a blah, whatever, line if it came from Feyre or Nesta because at this point she’s still in a cut out position of just the cute, nice sister so a line as small as that one is so outstanding. The whole Cauldron scene Elain still felt just there the most remarkable thing (in the sense it’s an action that belonged solely to Elain, not to accentuate her character in contrast with another) is her warning Feyre of the knife being thrown at her because even the mate declaration scene was more of a Lucien moment. Nesta even gets the whole revenge point thing, labeled as Made differently than Elain, Uber powerful upon spilling out.

I think all this should be taken with a grain of salt because these are just my observations. There is some development in book 3 singular to her which I’d argue is small even in itself— her trauma reaction, the description of what Feyre sees when she looks into her mind, the heartbreak at the Made/Graysen situation. Although even in her biggest role yet, the killing of the King of Hybern, it wasn’t singular to her because it’s directly tied to Nesta’s ferocity. It’s a teamwork event that still doesn’t make it solely something Elain did. I think she takes off more so in acofas, but by then we’re several books in and she’s still not developed enough in comparison to other characters (Nesta) that had taken a counter part position along with her (cruel sisters), but by now Nesta has way more page time and narrative importance. That’s not to say she isn’t important, she’s definitely there but still just— not as present.

Now, I know some readers that resonated with her might argue that that is the point, that she’s just sort of in the background and now she will have to learn to speak up, take charge, stand up, which— yes I can see that’s what’s going on— but I still think this was more of an easy way out for sjm to have readers enjoy a character that in actuality is wildly underdeveloped. Which explains why said readers claim others lack understanding of her character “development” and then proceed to do the work for sjm of creating a character by filling in the blanks only to label misogyny when this *soft girl* aesthetic is not “understood”.

All this to say I’m pointing out how sjm truly hasn’t developed her at all yet sjm cleverly (arguably) makes the reader believe this is purposeful because according to the Elain she wrote “nobody really looks” so it feels like the reader is now given the liberty to do the “looking” and fill in the blanks to what is actually a very poorly constructed character 4 books in. What are your thoughts?

Always glad to ruminate, and I think your observations are accurate!

With Elain, we come back to the concept of the readers taking it upon themselves to fill in the narrative gaps left by Maas’s poor writing. Readers do this intuitively because on some level, they want the story to make sense even if that requires them to take some leaps to get there. Some gaps are smaller than others, with certain characters and plot points being gaping chasms that swallow the reader’s (and the fandom’s) attention. Some would like to believe that these gaps are purposeful as you said, but that belief makes me roll my eyes.

Elain is peripheral even in the sob story that Maas constructs early in ACOTAR. Feyre’s specific leniency towards Elain’s incompetence and failure to pull her weight is curiously overlooked even though she resents Nesta for the same reasons. This effectively dismisses Elain’s relevance to the negative beginnings of Feyre’s story and places her in a position of diminished importance compared to Nesta. I’ve tended to view Elain as little more than a lamp in the background of a scene because of how underdeveloped she is. Even Rhysand dismisses Elain when he chooses to assign more blame to Nesta for neglecting Feyre and brushes off Elain with: “Elain is Elain”. Oh I’m sure! As if that statement actually means something and isn’t Rhysand feigning insight into Elain’s character.

As you mentioned with the slaying of Hybern, few things can ever be accomplished by Elain alone. It’s very similar to the way the text removes her culpability from the supposedly grave sin of letting her younger sister hunt in the woods. Blame and ire is directed at Nesta, but at the same time, Nesta is receiving far more development and attention from the overall narrative. This in turn makes her more interesting, which leads to even more attention being paid to her and not Elain. Elain isn’t strong enough of a character to claim the glory of slaying the big bad, so that accomplishment has to be shared to give the moment its full impact. It makes me wonder how she’s going to carry an Elain-centric novel with such weak characterization.

On your note about Elain’s “soft girl” aesthetic, I completely agree. It’s not misogynistic to point out that Elain is an extremely underdeveloped character given the length of the series. Thousands of pages and yet we’ve hardly gotten a sense of who Elain truly is. Readers claim that this wait is intentional, but I call bullshit. If Nesta can receive development and have sustained relevance (positive or negative) why can’t Elain? The “softness” of her character is exactly what leads to her irrelevance as a character and keeps her as a pretty lamp in the background of any given scene. As much as I enjoy the creativity of the fandom, at a certain point, one must acknowledge the fact that Elain has a number of gaps in her characterization.

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Hiiii!!!! I (18) was wondering if you could write a Jace x his mothers handmaiden reader, where they have a secret relationship 🤙🏼🤙🏼❤️❤️

anon, sorry for taking so long to write your request. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading 🥰💖💖

btw it wasn't clarified so I didn't write reader as a low-born handmaiden (that is, the ones who clean the urinals and that) but as a high-born one.

likes, comments and REBLOGS are always greatly appreciated 🥰💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to break free from Jacaerys's grip only for the prince to press your body even closer to his so you couldn't get out of bed. You turned to demand that your lover let you go but you remained silent, watching Jace's face. Even though he had his eyes closed you were sure by the lazy smile on his face that he was awake. He looked beautiful. He always looked beautiful but these moments only belonged to you. You wanted to wake up every day next to him but you couldn't. Your duty was to Princess Rhaenyra, you cannot allow yourself to be distracted. Besides, if she found out that you were having a secret relationship with her beloved son, she would throw you out and your family would be very disappointed in you for having wasted the opportunity that the princess gave you to choose you as one of her handmaidens. Not only that but your reputation would be ruined, if rumors spread that you no longer possess your virtue then it would be impossible for you to get a husband. You are a fool to continue with this romance, someday Jace will marry a girl from an even more important house than yours and you will have to sit silently watching everything. There is no happy ending to this.

“My prince, I have to go,” you said, hoping he would stop playing dumb and let you go.

“No,” he complained, lengthening the “o.” Your place is at my side” he moved his face closer to kiss you but you moved, he tried again but you avoided him again “What's wrong” he asked, letting you go so he could sit properly on the bed.

"It's late, I should go. At any moment your mother will wake up, I have duties to do” you responded without looking at him as you got up. You didn't even have a chance to look for your shoes when he tugged on your arm making you return to the bed. He turns you around so that you both face each other.

“What is wrong?” asked again the prince. “Talk to me, please, my lady,” he asked, looking at you with concern while gently taking your face in his hands.

“I think we should stop seeing each other, my prince.” The uncertainty in your voice was clear but still, your words were a dagger for Jacaerys.

“Why?” Your heart ached as you heard the confusion and anguish in his voice. “. I don't understand, yesterday we were fine”

“Yes, we were. But we won't always be. Someday you will have to get married and you will leave me. “I think the easiest thing for my heart is for us to finish our thing now,” you said, closing your eyes without being able to see the sadness in his eyes anymore. If you continued seeing him you were afraid you would go back on your decision.

Your heart skipped a beat when you stopped feeling Jacaerys's hands. You froze as you listened to him get out of bed and get dressed. You should take the opportunity to leave, it's probably what he wanted but you couldn't move. You really had finished everything.

You opened your eyes as you felt the prince's hands in your hair. Your heart raced as he carefully untangled the knots. Once he finished, he kissed your shoulder. “Finish getting ready so we can go talk to my mother.”

“We?” you repeated.

"Yes. I have no intention of marrying anyone but you,” Jacaerys said calmly as if his words wouldn't change your entire world.

“Jacaerys, marrying me is an idiotic move, my house is not that important, and the lords” your chatter was interrupted by the prince's lips capturing yours. You should be firmer and move away, but you can't, so you surrender to enjoying the taste of your lover's lips, feeling more loved than ever.

"I love you and if my mother wants me to be her heir, she will have to accept it," Jace declared and there was no room for argument in his voice. “You are the only wife I intend to take,” he promised before kissing you again.

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I have an idea for a request :) 💗 sorry if this is long but what if hamzah did one of the solo out of character podcasts and then he invited y/n but then the sexual/romantic tension between them so they stop filming to do other stuff (can be the deed if you want to take a smut route or just making out or being cuddly for a fluffy route!) or maybe 🫣 they forget about the camera and accidentally capture stuff on camera

special guest

hamzah x reader smut

contains : smut, oral sex (both giving and receiving), no p in v, use of y/n, cursing, sort of exhibition (they record themselves but don’t post it), munch!hamzah

a/n : I LOVE THIS SM, munch!hamzah is my new favorite thing to write, i’m obsessed. anon you’re literally a genius. thank you so much for the support on all of my hamzah posts, i love you alllll

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Hamzah and I had been friends for a couple of years. Both of us had YouTube channels and lived near one another so we would hang often. There was an obvious connection between us, but Hamzah nor I were bold enough to point it out. The two of us simply enjoyed dancing around the face that we obviously had mutual feelings for one another.

I sat on my couch, editing my latest video when I felt my phone buzz beside me. I picked it up, reading “hamzah” spread across my screen and a .5 picture I’d taken of him. I swiped right to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/n. Are you busy?”

I shook my head as if he could see me, “No, what’s up?”

“Well, Martin is busy today and can’t record for our podcast, so I was wondering if you’d want to come record with me. Like a ‘special guest’ type thing?”

I thought for a moment. I hadn’t seen him in a while just because the two of us had busy, and viewers loved it when we made content together. We actually got shipped a lot, but Hamzah always ignored it, and I never brought it up. Part of me was glad that even the fans noticed that there was something between us.

“Yeah, why not? That sounds fun, when do you want me to come over?”

Hamzah took a beat before answering. “You could come over now, and afterwards we could order dinner or something, yeah? You’ll have to come to Martin’s apartment because that’s where we film, it’s not too far from mine. I’ll send you the address.”

“I’m on my way, see ya in a second.”

“Thanks, y/n, drive safe.” He hung up.

My heart fluttered at his last comment.

I went to my room and quickly put on something sort of presentable. The star of my outfit was none other then a small denim miniskirt.

The drive to Martin’s house was only about ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I was way more excited about spending time was Hamzah than I should’ve been.

Once I arrived at the apartment, I knocked on the door. I was greeted immediately by Hamzah. I couldn’t help but noticed as he looked me up and down once he’d opened the door, a small grin on his lips.

“Hey!” He said, pulling me into a hug. It surprised me a bit but Hamzah was always very affectionate with me, even as a friend. He’d play with strands of my hair on late nights after filming when we’d sit and talk about pretty much anything, and would always grab my hand when leading me places.

“Hi” I smiled into his shoulder right before he let go.

“I have everything get up in here.” Like clockwork, he took my hand and led me through Martin’s apartment. I looked around, seeing the scenes that had made appearances in many of Hamzah and Martin’s videos.

“So…” He sat down on the couch, motioning for me to sit to his right, “it’s going to real casual, just like it is with Martin. I might ask you a couple questions about your channel, if you want me to.”

I shrugged, “I’m fine with anything, just happy I could help you out.”

Hamzah smiled, handing me Martin’s microphone and looking at the camera. “Well, are you ready?”

I nodded, and he got up and began recording.

“You gotta just sit here for a second awkwardly while the intro music plays.”

A few seconds went by as we tried not to laugh at the silence. I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes flicked down to my thighs, exposed by my mini skirt, every few seconds.

“Hey guys, today I’m here with someone who is not Martin.”

Hamzah motioned to me. I lifted my hand and gave the camera small wave.

“Hi there, I’m y/n.”

“Martin decided to skip recording today to go roller skating with Mandy.”

I giggled, “Well, I think they sort of trapped you into recording without them so you wouldn’t third wheel them for once.”

Hamzah rolled his eyes. We went on and on, talking about how much better I am at rolling skating than Hamzah is, how ice skating isn’t real and it’s all just an illusion because neither of us can even stand up on the ice, and after about 40 minutes, somehow the topic of none other than Ice Spice.

“Munch is an absolute banger, but I’ve never met a dude that actually enjoyed eating it.”

Hamzah furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” I went on, “like most of them do it but they don’t like it, which makes it awkward. Like I’m yet to meet a dude that actually gets pleasure out of it too.”

There was a slight pause in the conversation, and I was scared I had made him uncomfortable.

“You’re talking to one right now.”

My cheeks flushed as his comment sunk it. I couldn’t respond, no words would come out of my mouth.

“Sorry,” he looked at me worried, “I totally just made it awkward.”

“Nah,” I shook my head, desperately. My heart thumped as I looked back at him. Maybe I wasn’t delusional about our obvious connection. Why in the world would he make a comment like that if he didn’t mean it in a flirty manner? “it’s okay, really.”

I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. Hamzah’s mouth on my heat, suckling on it like it was his last meal, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I bit my lip. The way he was looking at me showed that he was possibly imagining it too.

He shifted on the couch, looking at me desperately.

“I could show you, if you want.”

I nodded dumbly.

“Please.”

Hamzah leaned in, slowly pressing his lips onto mine. He slowly worked his mouth on mine, growing more and more passionate.

His mouth moved down my body, trailing down my neck. He paused, slipping my shirt and skirt off my body and taking a moment to stare at my breasts.

“God, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “I was so distracted, I couldn’t stop staring at you.”

He rubbed my thighs, looking down at them. It’s like he was mesmerized. “These thighs are so pretty. I couldn’t stop imagining them spread for me.”

Hamzah’s boldness surprised me, but I couldn’t say that I didn’t enjoy his praises. No matter how lewd they were.

“Can I take these off?” He curled his index finger into the band of my panties.

“Yes” I breathed out, shyly.

Hamzah chuckled to himself, “You’re so cute.”

He pulled my panties off of me, spreading my legs and looking down at my aching heat. Leaning down, he slowly kissed my core. I whimpered at the feeling.

“Tell me you want it.”

I bit my lip, looking down at him with pleading eyes. “I want it. I want it so fucking bad, Hamzah.”

Without further discussion, he dove down into my aching heat, swirling his tounge through the folds. I took his hat of his head with shaky hands and ran my fingers through his curls.

He looked up at me for a moment.

“Do you feel good?” He said quickly, wasting no time to get back to his meal.

“Yes! Yes! So good.” I moaned, my legs involuntarily closing in on his head. His hands held them back in place, spread wide for him to have the fullest access.

“You taste so damn good.” He groaned out. It was entertaining, watching how much he genuinely enjoyed this. He moved his mouth like it was his last meal. I’d never felt this much pleasure just from being eaten out, and it was so sweet.

My brain felt all fuzzy from the way his tounge worked through the folds of my heat perfectly, finding all of the sensitive places and causing my legs to shake under his hold.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” I threw my head back, pure pleasure filling my head as I let out breathy moans.

“Go ahead, cum for me. Cum in my mouth, baby.”

I let myself release on his tounge, my body writhing against his working mouth.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, looking up at me with hopeful eyes, almost like he’d expected me to have had a bad experience.

I didn’t. I had the complete opposite; I couldn’t stop thinking about Hamzah’s tounge.

“Fucking wow.” Is all I could manage to get out.

“Was it good?” He asked.

“More than good. That was… can I please return the favor?”

Hamzah was quick to shake his head, “You really don’t have to. I know most girls don’t like to, and I don’t expect anything in return.”

I genuinely couldn’t let myself live knowing that I didn’t repay Hamzah back after he had me seeing stars.

“No, please, I really want to.”

I couldn’t lie, I’d imagined Hamzah’s cock plenty of times. I’d wondered how big it was, what it looked like, how it would feel in my mouth, what he was like in bed, pretty much everything. But now that I might finally get it, I felt more giddy than ever.

Hamzah slowly nodded, “Alright, go ahead.”

I reached down to his jeans, unbuttoning them as he helped me pull them off his legs, followed by his boxers. His member slapped his stomach, and it surprised me just how hard he was solely from eating out.

It was… big to say the least.

I slowly bottomed him out in my mouth, gagging slightly. He groaned, keeping his eyes on me. I bobbed my head, feeling him hit the back of my throat over and over again.

“Fuck, y/n, just like that.”

I continued these motions, occasionally pulling him out of my mouth and leaving small kitten licks on the tip. He was fighting the urge to throw his head back into the sofa, continuing to keep his eyes glued to me. He breathed out shaky praises to me.

“You’re so good at this, fuck. I- I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in my mouth… please.” I begged, sucking his faster.

He moaned before filling my mouth with his loud. I swallowed it all before taking him out of my mouth, looking up at him shyly.

“Fuck… that was amazing.”

I giggled as we looked at each other for a few moments. It was crazy, the very things I’d been fantasizing about coming true, all because of a podcast episode.

Fuck. A podcast episode.

My eyes darted over to the recording camera, my cheeks flushing. Hamzah was still looking at me, almost in a hypnotic state.

“Hamzah…” I tried to grab his attention, he hummed in response. “The camera…”

His eyes widened as he looked over, coming to the same realization that I had.

“Fuck- sorry.” He got up, pulling his boxers on and walking over to the camera. “I’m deleting all the footage. You can check afterwards if you want. Recording us really wasn’t my intention.”

He was panicking, his fingers fumbling with the cameras buttons.

“Hamzah… relax. It’s okay. You- nevermind.”

Hamzah looks over to me, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “I what?”

“You can keep the recording if you want.” It felt so lewd to say, but I meant it. It was sort of hot, knowing he had that footage of us and could watch it anytime.

He smirked, looking down at the camera and nodding. “Alright… I will.”

I blushed, “Now can we get that food that you promised me?”

Hamzah chuckled, grabbing his phone.

It was strange, a couple of seconds ago we were performing such lewd acts for a camera we’d forgot was recording, and now we were arguing about whether we should get chinese or mexican take out.

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Ok ok so and idea for a fic: Alastor broadcasts one of his frequent tikl attacks on Vox so everyone in hell knows about his weakness (any length is fine)

oh!!! thank you for the idea and request anon/lovebug!! i hope you enjoy this!! its not directly related to the series im currently writing about ler!alastor, but its related, so maybe its on the same storyline just in the future- enjoy!!

aaaa i absolutely did not proofread this so ignore the terribleness xD

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Words: 2228 Warnings: not proofread lmao- also mentions of alastor's violent tendencies but its offhanded

Pentagram City, among the only metropolitan areas in Hell, was bustling. Cars honked in endless traffic, clubs blared out noisy music, guns were fired, and demons screamed in agony or ecstasy, often both. There were a few moments when the city was blissfully serene, though these were rare occurrences accompanied by tragedy. For instance, after the formerly annual Exterminations, the entire city held its breath for the toll of the clock tower to signal that they were spared. These minutes of agonizing silence were rarely enjoyed, though.

There was only one other time when Pentagram City was so quiet: when the Radio Demon made a broadcast. Each radio and speaker in the city played the single, agonizing transmission. The hair on the neck of every sinner rose in fear, and every overlord held their breath. The terror and respect Alastor garnered by broadcasting the suffering of his victims made him the second most feared being in Hell, second only to Adam. Now, though, the commander of the Exorcists had been disposed of, meaning Alastor now had the top spot. And when the speakers across Pentagram City suddenly became overwhelmed by static, the Radio Demon smiled to himself, knowing he had the rapt attention of every demon in the Pride ring. 

"Testing, testing~! Is this thing on?" Alastor's voice echoed through the now-silent streets. “Salutations, sinners! Thank you all for joining me on this lovely morning! The temperature today is a downright balmy eighty-six degrees, and we're getting reports of a chance of acid rain in the southside around ten o'clock, so keep those umbrellas ready, folks! Now, I'm sure you're all wondering who I have with me as today's special guest on the program, and I'm thrilled to introduce him~!" 

Alastor spun around in his chair, grinning with delight at his victim, who lay on the floor of his recording studio, bound by magic tendrils. The businessman glared up at him, mouthing, "Don't you fucking dare," to no avail.

"Yes, it is my absolute pleasure to welcome everyone's favorite wannabe, the overrated picture box himself~! Everyone give a hand to Vox, CEO of VoxTek Enterprises and peddler of the same useless trinkets and gizmos corrupting today's youth! Yes, a big hand for the pixellated prince!" Alastor pressed a button on his soundboard to play a recording of raucous applause. 

Velvette looked up from her phone, blinking with realization. She cringed and looked over at Valentino, who looked like he was about to throw another tantrum. "How was he stupid enough to get himself captured?" she mumbled as she ran to the security cameras. Alastor continued his monologuing as Velvette watched, dumbfounded, the recording of Vox reading a letter before storming into a power outlet. She looked behind her as Val grabbed the letter from the table and began to read it silently, fuming.

Alastor wanted to prolong this as much as possible. "How have your stocks been doing, old pal?" he asked innocently, extending his microphone staff for his guest. 

"Just fine." The mic was sensitive enough to pick up Vox's angry sparks and glitched voice as he spoke, struggling to seem level-headed now that he was being recorded. 

The Radio Demon giggled. "Any new products you'd like to promote?"

"No."

"Ah, but enough of business. Let's get on to business!" Alastor laughed at his pun, standing up to walk around his victim. "You're very nervous, chum!"

"Get real. This has got to be the trashiest- ACK-" Vox froze mid-sentence as Alastor pressed the tip of his cane on one of his antennae. 

"Careful. Don't forget whose guest you are~!"

Vox growled in annoyance and squirmed a bit in Alastor's magic. He hadn't even bothered to wear his suit before running over, which he regretted as he lay on the floor in a button-up shirt and slacks. Looking down, his heart sank further: he was still wearing his slippers. 

Alastor removed his cane, walking towards those slippers. "Still pissed I almost beat you that time~?" 

"Uh… fuck you!" Vox snapped. 

"Just saying~!" Alastor grinned. 

Val looked up from the letter. "He stole my line. That bitch! He stole my goddamned line! I swear, I'm gonna-" he growled before storming off, leaving the paper on the table. 

Velvette quickly ran over and skimmed, murmuring to herself. "'To whom it may concern,' blah blah, 'scheduled for a meeting,' yada yada, 'meet an associate at 6 to…'" She stopped and squinted at the page. "Hell does 'vouchsafe' mean?" Her brows furrowed as she connected the dots. Alastor must have sent this letter to lure Vox out, and Vox, thinking he was late for a meeting, ran from the tower without telling anyone. "That idiot!" she yelled, punctuated by Val throwing a wine glass against a wall two rooms down. 

Alastor let a sinister chuckle escape his lips. "I think you have some things you should share with our dear audience! For instance, what exactly did you suggest I do seven years ago?" He waited patiently for the question to sink in.

"I- what?" Vox raised an eyebrow, not seeming to understand.

"Seven years ago, you came to me with a proposition. What exactly was it?"

The question finally clicked for Vox, but he scowled at the Radio Demon. He'd die before he gave that prick the satisfaction. He stayed silent, sparks shooting around his body. 

"Suddenly, the chatter-box is quiet~! Such strange times we live in. Don't worry, folks, I know how to make our guests talkative~!" Alastor quickly used his cane to flick away Vox's slippers. 

Demons looked away from their radios, wincing preemptively at the agony they were about to hear. Overlords felt beads of sweat rolling down their faces. Velvette leaned closer to the radio, pursing her lips, nervously fiddling with the pens on the table. Vox squeezed his eyes tightly shut, expecting Alastor to break his toes any moment now.

The moment stretched on. Vox tried to hold his breath, but when he couldn't, he finally exhaled slowly, and when he did, the Radio Demon struck.

“H-heehee- n-nohow wahahait, hohOld oHon a sehhec-!” Vox shot upward, looking down to see Alastor lying on his stomach, his legs swinging behind him as he gently traced one claw up and down Vox's sock. “T-theheere’s n-noho wahahy youhuhu're- c-cuhuhut ihihit ohuhut!”

"Hm, feeling a bit bubblier, are we~?" Alastor grinned impishly, slowly adding the rest of his fingers to scribble over Vox's feet. Now realizing what the Radio Demon had in store for him, Vox clamped his mouth shut, every muscle in his body straining to contain his laughter. An electric current had formed between his two antennae with the effort he was using.

Suddenly, Alastor's voice appeared next to his ear. "Go on, you little gigglebug, let it all out~!" Vox shot a glance sideways to see Alastor's shadow whispering to him. "Besides, we both know you're far too ticklish to resist~!"

"F-FuhUhuhUCK! YoUhuHUHU oHohOLD-TihIhIMEy PRiHihiHICK!!!” Vox snorted and arched his back as much as he could. Teasing was just too much!

Velvette's shoulders relaxed a bit. It didn't seem like Vox was in trouble… However, when she double-checked her phone, she saw that social media was blowing up about the CEO of VoxTek being tickled, which had unfortunate results on the company's stocks. At least she could rest a bit easier knowing that her friend- no, business associate was in no real danger. She was shaken out of her thoughts by another staticky shriek.

"Come now, I know you wanna tell all our lovely viewers about how you-"

"NoHoHOHO!" Vox shook his head, but his eyes bugged out when he felt tendrils squeezing at his hips. 

"And now~? Let's change that channel~!"

"OKAHAHAY!! OKAhAhahAHAY! FuhUhuhUCK!!" Alastor slowed down but didn't stop the gentle tickles to keep Vox in a giggly state of embarrassment. 

"Go on~! What did you propose to me all those years ago~?"

“T-thahat… thahahat youhuhu chahahange youhuhur nahahame tohoho Vahalahastor-!” Vox’s screen turned red as he remembered the thought.

Alastor cued the laugh track again. "That's right! Since you wanted me to become a member of your polycule so much-!"

“IT’S NOT A POL- EEHEHEHEEEK!” Vox's indignant shout was cut off by a squeal he couldn't contain when he felt Alastor's claws scribbling against his shoulder blades. 

"Now, next question!" Alastor pretended not to hear the squealing mess on his recording studio floor. "When we fought those years ago, who won~?"

"NEhehHITHER!!" Vox desperately tried to weasel his way out of the question and his tickles, but with both, Alastor kept him pinned. 

"Technicalities!" Alastor smirked and added shadowy tendrils to the back of Vox's knees as punishment for his insolence. "Nobody technically won, but only because…?"

“THEHEHE VEEHEEHEES!!!” Vox bluescreened as electric shocks flew off in every direction, making Alastor step back a bit and slow down again. “Theehehe Veeheehees cahahame in ahahand sahahahved meehehehe!” 

"Right, since I was about to win~!" 

Vox growled in frustration, trying to get his composure back. "Yeah, but how about that fight with Adam? Talk about- ACK-!" Vox was again cut off by the cane on his antennae, and he looked up into the face of the radio demon, with eyes in the shape of dials and horns extended. A radio hiss filled the studio, echoing out across the city. 

Alastor waited a few moments before responding. "Many nasty rumors are going around about me, Vox, mostly thanks to you. Only one is completely and wholly true, and it's this." He bent down close to Vox's face, making him flinch away. "I do have a special appetite for the flesh of other demons. Vox, my good old friend, I need you to know I am famished at the moment."

"Y-yeah-? W-well-" Vox tried to think of something clever but came up short. "Y-you're not going to eat me, Al! I'm all wires. Wouldn't taste good!" 

Alastor hummed in thought. "Perhaps you're right. I have a refined palette, and junk food would just ruin my mood." He smirked at the insulted stammering Vox let out before continuing. "However, I just can't resist a little taste~!"

"What? WaitwaitAlasTOHOHOHOR!!!!” Of all the things Vox expected from his worst nemesis, nothing could have prepared him for when Alastor bent down and began gently nibbling his teeth over Vox's ribs through his shirt. Oh, he would never hear the end of this from anyone. 

"Final question," Alastor chuckled. "What is your biggest weakness~?"

'Oh, fuck, no, please don't make me say it!' Vox's mind raced. Was Alastor seriously going to- 

The Radio Demon let out a raspberry on the middle of his ribcage, sending him into silent hysterics. Yep, Alastor was going for the kill… metaphorically. 

"IHIHIHI'M!! IHIHIHIHIEAHAHAHAHA!!! AHAHAHAL!!!" Vox tried getting the words out, the words he knew would spare him from this hellish tickling. Alastor, mercifully, stopped and let Vox catch his breath, pointing the microphone on his staff to Vox's face. Vox sighed, feeling the built-in fans on his head whirring crazily to cool him down. He whimpered softly, defeated and made into a giggly mess, so he mumbled pathetically, "I'm deathly t-tihihicklish…"

"Yes, indeed he is, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you so much for joining us today. I hope it was as enjoyable for you as it was for me! Although, I know Vox appreciated it the most~! Tune in next time for another exclusive interview~! Vox, will you be coming back on the show?"

"N-nohohoho…" Vox tried to hide his face in the tendrils but wasn't very successful. 

"What a shame! We have so many more laughs to share, don't you think~? I'm sure we'll all hear from you again soon~!" With that, Alastor flipped a switch, and the studio's large 'ON AIR' sign turned off. Across the city, speakers began playing their regular music again, and the city's noise returned in all its chaotic, messy beauty once more. 

The radio demon released his tendrils, and the businessman slowly and wearily rose to his feet. Every muscle shook, and he leaned against the wall for support. "This… This isn't over. You won't get away with this." He turned back and glared daggers at Alastor, sparks shooting off his hands.

"I have! Now, don't dawdle! You need to address the media~!" Alastor pointed out the window, and Vox turned to see a gathering crowd of reporters and camera crews assembling around the front of the hotel. 

"F-fuck." 

"Off you go~!" With a gentle push, Alastor sent Vox on the most embarrassing walk of his life as he stumbled through the hotel, his slippers in hand. 

Charlie, face glued to the front window nervously, whirled around when she heard footsteps. "Oh! Please, come again soon!" She smiled and waved at the demon, who simply huffed.

"I won't," he said under his breath, pushing open the doors to be greeted by reporters shouting and snapping pictures. What a mess. 

When he finally got back to V Tower, he got quite the earful from both Velvette and Valentino. However, when they were alone together, Velvette grinned and scribbled a hand over Vox's ribs to make her friend giggle. It was cute, and goodness knows she needed a stress reliever now and then. Maybe she had to thank Alastor sometime for unintentionally gifting her such precious information. At least Vox didn't lose a limb in there: only every last shred of his dignity.

[frenshushutoast]

hi!! i was wondering if i could request mingyu as your boyfriend. i read seungcheol and i loved and enjoyed it so much!! 🩷🩷

notes: hi anon!! of course i can make one <3 and thank u for loving my work :] (and giving me an opportunity to be delusional about mingyu) as always, feel free to request (it says on my pinned posts if requests are open or not ^^)

mingyu as your boyfriend

let's get this out of the way: mingyu is a back-hugger. he will take any opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and either bury his face in your neck or rest his chin on top of your head, swaying you both from side to side.

when you have a bruise or get hurt in any way he makes sure he treats you so, so gently– kissing you gently on top of it and bandaging it slowly. he also speaks to you in a softer voice and clings to you for the rest of the day, hating seeing his baby hurt.

everything he does to you he does so so carefully. he makes sure he's extra precise when cooking with you, and makes sure he doesn't drop you whenever you jump onto his back for a piggy back ride. he just loves taking care of you and treating you as softly as possible.

he is a giant puppy. he will lay on top of you and pout when you don't give him attention. he will give you the Puppy Dog Eyes™. he will whine and pretend to be mad at you, crossed arms and all (that's only until you hug him and call him baby in an extra sweet voice, to which he melts and immediately gives you the biggest, goofiest smile).

takes the best candid photos of you, and even has a whole photo album of you in intimate moments– sleeping while cuddled into him, laughing particularly hard at a joke he told, completely absorbed in a movie the two of you were watching. he loves capturing moments of you and looking back at them.

secretly loves when you take care of him. when you ruffle his hair and let him be the small spoon and hold him when he's had a particularly difficult day. he loves taking care of you but he holds the moments when you take care of him so close to his heart, getting extra soft and only letting himself be held, whispering to you how much he loves and appreciates you.

he always has the fondest expression on his face whenever he looks at you and the members tease him relentlessly for it. he practically has stars in his eyes watching you do the most mundane things, sighing wistfully and everything.

when you two are kissing, sometimes you'll have to break the kiss because he's grinning too wide. and then you're grinning too wide. and now you're both just staring at each other with the giddiest looks on your faces.

cooks for you and insists you feed each other even when you whine about how cheesy it is.

you tell him how much you love his little fangs one time and how he just randomly bites you (gently) no matter what you're doing.

late night drives. he has the absolute best playlist playing and intertwines your fingers together as he drives, both of you telling each other about your days in extra soft voices.

absolutely loves it when you wear his clothes, he gets extra clingy with you. bonus points if you end up smelling like him.

does the smallest things for you that makes your heart soar–putting your jewelry on you when you get ready, tying your shoelaces whenever he sees them untied, brushing your hair whenever you ask. is it an excuse to be close to you? yes. do you both love it all the same? yes.

[zealofchronos]

Hiii!! Today marks the eventful return of Bones Anon. The last thing you wrote for me was absolutely fucking fantastic I still keep going back to read it!!

I see you've been writing a lot of genshin lately but I've never played that game so I am going back to Pokemon.

I want to steal Raihan's big hoodie so fucking bad. I just think it would be so comfy. I know I can buy one irl but I'm a broke bitch™ and it's usually too hot to justify wearing a sweater where I live.

So, if you're willing to write it, perhaps a nice little fic of Raihan discovering his bf enjoys snatching his hoodie? And deciding that he is very willing to go without his signature hoodie just to let him wear it.

Bonus points for fluffy shenanigans w/ Raihan teasing the reader and the reader snarking right back?? Just two smug bastards being smug to eachother (affectionately)

Bonus bonus points if reader is also tall as fuck and the hoodie actually fits them, because I see a whole lot of short reader and I want more rep for my lanky ass!! /j

Anyways thank u in advance I think ur cool as fuck

- 🦴

wahoo !! hello hello, bones anon ! ♡♡

truth be told, i already wrote this a long time ago, a while after i first saw it, but my uploading motivation went down the drain >< i've mostly been lurking on tumblr a lot and reading loads of things, but today i am here to do this ask justice by sifting in my docs and pouring out what you've asked for!

never steal from a dragon, but i'll do it anyway! ;; raihan x male reader

contents ;- fluff , sfw , established romantic relationship , tall reader ! , playful banter , please do not leave the stove unattended while cooking ^^;

proofread by @elvenxwarrior , who made sure the fic was "sufficiently british" ! ♡

Galar was peaceful these days to say the least, with Eternatus being captured and a new champion rising to the throne, there’s a lot that has changed. But it was still all the same, with beautiful days to be lived out, and a multitude of things to do. Be it befriend the Pokemon that were in the wild, or find incredible treasures on a long lasting journey. Or, perhaps, run a gym in a big city.

Morning sun rose over the streets of Hammerlocke, a beautiful city with a brilliant feel. All visitors would marvel at the architecture, from the middle aged stone walls to the historical lineage behind it. But in every city, there are homes- and today, we zoom in on a cosy little den- yours!

After much contemplation, you’ve decided to make a home in this city, for one very obvious reason.

Golden rays peeked through the blinds, day barely beginning but you’re already begging for a few more minutes in. It seems someone could agree, soft snores coming from none other than the city’s gym leader himself- Raihan, who laid next to you. His arms loosely wrapped around your body, holding you close as you could only suffer in silence, succumbing to his comforting grip paired with his almost ridiculous sleeping habits.

Perhaps it was because he dealt with dragons, or because he was always busy with something- be it training, or working out. Maybe he’s tired himself out to the point of dropping dead asleep the moment his head hits the pillow every night, or he’s swallowed too much sand in those sandstorms he conjured up in the stadium ( his mouth was always open, never shut even during those moments- it’s a wonder how he hasn’t gotten any in his lungs by now )… Or perhaps it’s only around you that he finds a moment of peace to just let go of all of his worries and simply enjoy the moment.

You weren’t exactly doing anything- you were merely just another trainer, but you were lucky enough to snatch away the heart of this untamed dragon. Perhaps, you could say that was the first thing you ever stole from him. Because you weren’t about to stop now!

Thanks to Raihan being such a deep sleeper, you easily slipped out of his hold. It was a lazy day today- the gym didn’t have to be open, but it probably wouldn’t stop your energetic boyfriend from rushing over there as soon as he got the chance. So, you decided to take it slow for now, because if it came down to it, you could definitely convince him to just relax for the day.

First matter of the day was simply getting ready, heading straight to the bathroom to take care of yourself. Morning bed hair? Fixed with a quick combing through. Smelly breath? Gone with a simple brush. Clothes?

…Clothes always proved to be the most difficult thing of the morning. What exactly would you wear today? The Hammerlocke City Gym Leader seemed to rub off on you, now taking into account what you’d wear for the day more often than not. Right now, you just stood there in your pyjamas- and that should change really quickly. But what would you wear after?

Returning to your currently shared bedroom, you glanced around as though a new sight might help jog up those brain cells to work a bit better. Well, there was the bare back of your boyfriend, a blanket barely covering him up as he found a pillow to replace your missing warmth. He had such defined muscles, yet you weren’t here to gawk. But the sight alone gave you what you thought was a brilliant idea. Your eyes scanned the room a little further, catching sight of the familiar piece of clothing on the floor of your room.

Raihan’s hoodie.

Oh, this was perhaps his own treasure that nobody has ever seen him without. Well, nobody but you of course. But now it was time for it to be stolen away- It feels just like that one series you saw before, where a group of thieves steal away one’s treasure to change their hearts! But you’re not here to change his heart of course, you’d prefer if his heart stayed yours, as yours remained his.

You spared the sleeping Raihan one last glance before smirking, immediately putting on the nice hoodie after tossing your pyjama shirt off. It fit quite nicely around you, but that was merely because you were just shy of the gym leader’s height. It was a blessing, really, because it meant you didn’t have to get on your tiptoes just to kiss him, or he didn’t have to bend down to an atrociously low level just to meet your eyes. Then again, it’s not like he isn’t used to crouching down- I mean, you’ve seen his battle stance, whenever he gets a little heated in the middle of a match. It’s a little hot, you could say, but since when is he not?

Now, it was time to carry on with your day, singing praises for your beloved boyfriend could come later!

Next came breakfast, and what better breakfast than… well, a big one? It was common for you and your boyfriend to eat your fill. After all, he needed all the energy to get through his day, and to start it all with a nice boost was great! Thankfully, your fridge was stocked with all sorts of things that you both liked, but it seemed today, the flour in your cabinets and eggs in your fridge called for you- the decision was made in your head, it’s time to make waffles! And as if that wasn’t enough, you pulled out the sausages from the freezer, and a few other things to make a not-so-lazy-but-still-kinda-lazy breakfast. At this point, could you even call it that? Oh, who gives a damn.

“ ‘tuuun…” The low rumble of a certain Pokemon sounded from below you, a beloved Appletun- your beloved Appletun, actually. It seems that she finally woke up from her own slumber, coming to check out what you were doing. Fortunately, you had just placed the kettle to brew, or else you might’ve tripped over the poor thing. Having a moment to spare, you decided to give her a little treat, and of course some much deserved pets before continuing to cook away some good breakfast.

It wasn’t until much later when a bunch of delightful smells filled your house did you hear a loud yawn from your room. It was quite obvious who it was, and you could only roll your eyes at how late he woke up. But it’s no matter, you would much prefer it this way, after all. Not long after, you finally heard his footsteps, and it was nice that he decided to actually get up and see you. You could only laugh to yourself over that, looking after a few things in the pan to make sure they didn’t burn.

“Hey, babe, have you seen my hood… ie,” that familiar voice slowly died down as he stepped right into the open space, eyes widening the best they can whilst still somewhat groggy and in much need of some more time with you. “...Stealin’ from me, ay?” A shirtless Raihan questioned, snorting a little as his eyes scanned you up and down. This was quite the unusual sight for him, but it… wasn’t unwelcome at all.

“Yer’ callin’ me a thief? I think you should check who left it lyin’ on my floor,” Your soft laughter filled the air, leaving the stove for a moment to get the hot water into a mug with a tea bag. “Tell ya’ what, I’ll trade you a cup of tea for it, eh, ehhh?” Doing your best to sound convincing, you held out the nice mug of tea to him. It was your favourite mug at that, actually, and you would never use it to serve anyone else. By your right mind, this was a mighty fine trade!

“I dunno… You still took it from me, y’know,” Raihan’s gaze sharpened momentarily, deciding that if anything, he might as well try. I mean, he’s done that a lot, trying despite many fruitless attempts. By many, you could say exactly ten.

“And I’m offerin’ something to you in return! Fair’s fair.”

“No ‘s not.”

“Yes it is.”

It was now a somewhat endless back and forth, both of you repeating the same thing as neither of you wanted to give up. Was it tiring? Not at all. You could do this all day with him. Actually, you probably did this everyday with him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. After a moment of contemplation, you finally decided to up the deal to something he can’t refuse…

“Fine, a nice cuppa’ aaand… a kiss from yours truly..~” You hummed, wiggling your eyebrows as though that was the best deal you could ever possibly give him. And truth be told, it was. You don’t think there was ever a day that his lips didn’t touch yours, except for the days before you started dating. It was the perfect pick up for him, maybe even better than a cup of tea alone.

“Hmm, you have yourself a convincing trade offer, babe,” Raihan crossed his arms as you slowly approached with your favourite mug in hand. That sweet smile on your face was something he wanted to wipe off, but only in one specific way.

“So? Made up yer’ mind or am I keeping my lips to myself?” You questioned almost impatiently, a hand on your hip as you set the mug down on the countertop nearby. Before you knew it, he had his arms around your waist, coming up oh so close to you.

With his eyes slowly fluttering shut, Raihan leaned in. He’s memorised everything, from how long it takes to get his lips to yours, to how to fit his arms around you.

“Takin’ my kiss first,” He proclaimed right before dipping his head down a little, his lips meeting yours. It was sweet and tender, just like any other time. Sure, he was wild and maybe a little reckless at times, but when you were in his arms, he found a way to let himself soften up a bit. He loved you to bits, after all.

Your arms wound around him in return, savouring the lovely morning you were having. It was a great day already, especially with the delicious view you were having. Soon your hands wandered a little, and you could feel him chuckle against your lips.

“Hands off the merchandise,” his eyes fluttered open with a soft laugh, followed by a mischievous snicker of your own when he swatted away your hands. “Greedy lil’ bugger,” He added, but you both knew that you were his greedy lil’ bugger.

“Oh, you know you love it,” You rolled your eyes, laughter definitely a bit too loud for the morning, but you couldn’t care less.

Raihan grabbed his tea, pretty much gulping it down despite the lack of sugar in it. It was already a bit cold, so there’d be no use in putting in any anyway. “I love it just as much as I like you in that, y’know,” the gym leader commented, eyes sweeping up and down your figure once again in the most obvious manner. He just really wanted you to know that he was checking you out, because goddamn, he’s wondering why he didn’t lend you any of his spare hoodies before this. “Guess I can go without the hoodie for the day.”

“Oh, for real?” Almost amused, you had to just make sure. Raihan simply nodded again, coming up to sneak an arm around your waist once more as he pressed his lips to your head and–

Click!

“Oi–?!” The sound of the shutter going off meant only one thing. Your head turned, whipping around to see Raihan’s Rotom phone flying behind you as it just took a picture. That sneaky lil-

“Aaand posted!” The gym leader chuckled as he dove in once more, pressing another quick kiss to your cheek. “And that’s another two kisses I stole from you, heh,” He snickered away, quietly shutting off any notifications from the post he just uploaded. He’ll deal with people questioning that he’s not single later, when he’s done messing with his lovable boyfriend.

“What the ‘ell!?” You weren’t mad at all, really, but you were really bewildered by the fact that he just did that. You expected many things, but that was not one of them.

“Ha! Look at yer’ face right now..!” He laughed a little more, before pulling out something that his silly brain could come up with. “Don’t be mad now, darling,” he paused, the nickname that he calls you when he likes to tease slipping past his lips. “Just wanted to show the world that I’m not on the market, y’know. Because someone stole my hoodie and… my heart.”

Oh, well, there was another thing you didn’t expect. Sure, you two had your playful little fights every now and then, but Raihan never failed to be smooth when he needed to be, and it always left you a little speechless.

“I… you… wh–”

But before you could actually get any words out, an annoying beep resounded from over the stove. You turned over to check and…

Shit.

Well, there goes breakfast.

Now you had to scramble over and salvage what you can, and being a wee bit of a useless bugger himself, Raihan simply stood there and laughed it off. Oh, he’ll see who’s laughing when you decide to ‘‘steal’’ from him again.

[jokesitos-art]

Okay so this will be a mouthful and I apologize in advance, but I've been looking at your Captain Hook art for a few months now, and it's like, beyond inspiring and gorgeous? I myself, have struggled to draw Hook on model ( if that makes sense ), for my own AU about him, but now I feel that motivation after seeing your work. You got the style of Disney down but you also make it your own? It's honestly very rare to see that in other Hook works but you capture it perfectly! I had my au for 3 years now and I felt encouraged by your art style to not only keep going, but to keep striving to sharpen my art skills and creative brain, especially for doing my own stories for the Neverland universe ( because if Disney is not going to do a good job that's where we fans step up to the plate am I right lol ) I want to say to please please please keep up the good work because it really helps people like me and others to have that inspiration and to say " Wow what a fantastic artist! Wonder what I can do? I really feel like if they can do it so can I!" It's a neat feeling to have and I really hope to see more Hook and other works you've done in the future! Anyways, take care and I apologize if this is a lot and me not being the best of words ❤️❤️❤️❤️

AAAAAAAAYYYYY

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO KEEPING THIS ASK, I JUST CANNOT STOP READING IT AGAIN, IT REALLY MAKES ME SMILE AND WARMS MY HEART TO READ ABOUT PEOPLE ENJOYING MY FANART OF HOOK... ((AND THE OTHER VILLAINS I LIKE))

I DRAW FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU, MATE! (AND ALSO FOR MY OWN JOY OFC!), BEACUSE THINGS LIKE WHAT YOU´RE SAYING BRINGS ME THE ENOUGH MOTIVATION TO SHARE MY SILLY STUFF AND KEEP GOING! ALKNVKJSNGKF

I ALSOOOO ADORE READING THE TAGS TO SEE WHAT PEOPLE HAS TO SAY ABOUT MY ART, OR THE IDEAS AND COMMENTARIES THEY POP OUT WHEN THEY SEE MY DRAWINGS!

THanks for the nice words, anon. Love you!

[darkluminosity]

1,6,11,12,13 for the writeblr ask game :)

Hi anon! 👋🏼 Thanks for the questions! This is going to be quite a long post since there are five questions to answer 😅

1. What was your writing-highlight this year? What made it special and how will you reflect on it next year?

The biggest writing highlight for me was starting to post my work at all. It was initially terrifying to think about sharing my writing with the world, especially online, where people can hide behind their keyboards. But what made it special is that by doing so, I've made some really wonderful friends and have learned a TON about myself, writing, and other neat things! (Plus, it's so heartwarming to know I'm not alone in my writing struggles, lol.) I'm excited to continue this journey with other writers, especially delving into other methods of writing, POVs, characters, genres, maybe even co-writing... it's been fun!! I have a lot of ideas and want to challenge myself in the new year. 😉

6. Did you make any new writeblr friends? give a shout-out! if not, it's time to praise one of your old besties <3

Yes, I made some dear moots! Huge shoutout to @fi-niamh for being my first AO3 friend and for the enormous support in encouraging me to start sharing my writing in the first place.

Also a shoutout to @chaotic-snowflake for the major help with my action scenes (I'm thanking you in advance lol), for some beta reading and for helping me to jump on board the Kaeya train lol 😆 (and lastly, for the fun co-op times!)

Also a shout out to @kimoawo for being my first writer friend who's also a fellow Diluc main! I appreciate the gift fic you did so much too 🥰 and the co-op memories!

You three Genshin fanfic writers have specifically inspired me so much through your writing and through our interactions ❤️ I appreciate you!!

Also shout outs to my other writer and creator friends @agirlandherquill, @17panicattacksinatrenchcoat, @jaysc0ve, @deadghostgirl12345 and @mousiekosmos!

11. Which scene was harder/easier to write than anticipated? why?

I'll answer these for Fighting Winter since that's my main WIP right now.

The chapter with Kaeya going into town was probably my first major hurdle, only because I've never written so many different characters in one chapter before. But Kaeya helped to move that one along.

Chapter 17 (Panic) was one of the toughest overall so far, because it was just really long.. I also had various ideas I wanted to capture and keep in one chapter. I could see some parts very clearly in my mind, but putting the scene into words and having the proper emotional buildup was tricky. Plus, I had to think about some of the details and do some research.

The first four chapters of Fighting Winter were easier to write than I expected. I wrote the first drafts on a 5-hour plane ride and while waiting in lines at the airport. And chapter 4 is still my absolute favorite (along with chapter 17) 🥰

12. If your character(s) had their own new year's resolutions, what would those be?

Hm, I'm not sure how to answer this... they're not my characters lol (I'm borrowing them 😆).

In the context of Fighting Winter (at the moment), Eula would probably resolve to learn more about Diluc. Kaeya wants to truly reconcile with Diluc, and Diluc just wants to break the curse and protect Eula.

In general (outside of Fighting Winter), I don't know what their new year's resolutions would be. I think Diluc and Eula would resolve to protect Mondstadt, although their methods are different. And I'm not sure if Kaeya would have any formal new year's resolutions 🤔 I feel like he goes with the flow on things.

13. How did you change as a writer? did you learn anything new? started to plan instead of pants? share your wisdom!

The most important writing tip I've learned is to enjoy the journey instead of always focusing on the end goals (whether it's finishing the story, writing a certain amount of words per day or staying on a strict schedule, etc.) and I'm also learning to take care of myself along the way. 💙 I've been using writing to help me learn more about myself and to challenge myself to grow as a person.

[starleska]

hi! im a really big fan of your fanfics (especially the wally ones) and i’m really curious to know what are songs that you associate with him?? please don’t be afraid to share!!! i really like talking and gushing over wally darling with a fellow wally simp lol

hey there anon!! 💖 aww my goodness you are so lovely, thank you!! it brings my heart so much joy that you like my writing...i can't believe the surge of wonderful feedback fired my way over this past week 🙈🙈 what a fun question!! there's a few songs i associate with Wally right now, and i'm sure more will pop up as we learn more about him;;; some are less overt, and more to do with Wally x Reader vibes - or, my terrible musical taste/hallucinating scenarios while listening to the same twenty songs 😂 fun simp challenge!! have a listen to a few of these with your eyes shut, thinking about Wally. you're guaranteed to have a good time 😉

Songs I Associate with Wally Darling:

Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon. no one could've seen this one coming 😂 no, as soon as i discovered Welcome Home i knew i'd finally found the right character to edit this song with. the conspiracy theory, cryptic vibes, slight desperation and of course retro-phone theming all work so well for Wally! 🥰

Out of My Mind by CG5. total coincidence that this banger dropped just as i learned about Welcome Home, and there's something cathartic and hypnotic about that repetitive chorus that fits with a lot of theories about Wally's struggles with Home...i had this one on repeat while writing The Nightmare Picnic 👀

An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra. this one's for all the yandere!Wally fans out there - i think every person who's a fan of terrifying, obsessive characters loves this song 😉 this is the one had on repeat while writing those yandere!Wally headcanons - i actually included it to listen to whilst reading in the original post, but i ran out of space!! 🙈

INSANE by Black Gryphon & Baasik. i know, strike me down for including a song made specifically for another Tumblr Sexyman on this list!!! but come on - the static, the showmanship, the overt friendliness masking a smiling, curious sadism...don't pretend like you don't enjoy this take on Wally, i've seen the fanart 😂

LA Devotee by Panic! at the Disco. this one's jam-packed with fun occult imagery and all about fame and obsession, so it feels perfect for our children's puppet show ARG!! something about it just hits right with how the fandom perceives the darker side of Wally 😳 i'm listening to this a lot at the moment as i've got a Metalocalypse MEP part to this song in the works, but my thoughts can't help wandering to Mr. Darling;;

Super Psycho Love by Simon Curtis. lord help me, you can tell i was in the AMV-making community in the late 2000s/early 2010s 😂 this song's a staple for attentive, manipulative, obsessive characters...even if we end up being totally wrong, and Wally is a Darling in more than name, we'll always have fun with our unhealthily possessive fantasies 🥰

Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. hey, i'm a basic bitch - i love listening to sugary-sweet, fluffworthy AMV music whilst writing my x Readers 🙈💖 a lot of the folks who request Wally often bear a little bit of their souls when asking - revealing insecurities about themselves, and wanting to be reassured he'd love them anyway. this is such a pretty, nostalgic song, and i think it captures the softness with which many of us would like to be treated by him ✨

Crush by Mandy Moore. similar to the last entry, yet leaning even more into that bubblegum romance vibe...i'm simply weak for blushy crush scenarios 🥴💖 i like this one a lot for x Readers, especially an embarrassed Reader absolutely overcome with how precious they find Wally 💖

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng. one of my favourite songs of all time, and the perfect choice if you want your heart to ache 💔 i think this is a wonderful choice when thinking about a hurt Reader...someone who has fully given up on love, only to be confronted with Wally's relentless sunshine personality and falling head over heels 🥺 this song speaks to why i think many of us are infatuated with Wally...his charm coming from that childlike outlook, his tendency to love everything and everyone. lots of us could benefit from that kind of unconditional love, i think;;

[darklyndivinely]

I just read all your OM angst I AM IN SHAMBLES OKAY... YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL WAY WITH WORDS !!!

I was wondering if I could request something though! Maybe something with when the brothers have a crush on you? Maybe, if you want to add angst, your already dating one of their friends/brothers/ect.

Soundtrack to Disaster

Characters - Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, gn!reader.

Summary - OM!Brothers in unrequited love.

Warnings - Angst, pining, kissing, dark similes and metaphors, vague descriptions of fever and symptoms.

Wordcount - 1k+

A/N - hey anon, thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed my work. I know you asked for all of the brothers but I'm a bit scatterbrained right now, the brain ain't really braining, so here's four of our bois. I enjoyed your ask tho so I've made a playlist for unrequited love with this specific ask in mind. Additionally, as I'm in my Arctic Monkeys phase right now my brain was looping 'Knee Socks' during Lucifer's part, and 'One for the Road' for Satan's for some reason. You'll find both of the above-mentioned songs in the playlist. I hope you like this!

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LUCIFER, AVATAR OF PRIDE

You’re buried in a slew of blankets with a runny red nose and chapped lips, squinting at him through tired bloodshot eyes, and yet Lucifer has not set sights on a being more beautiful. You’re trying to laugh through the fever that has taken you, holding his cold palm to your heated forehead, sighing at the touch.

Your skin against his is warm, immensely so, your sweaty fingers twining with his. He tries to think of a moment he might have felt this feeling before—this delicate, twirling tug at the strings of his heart, the soft magnetic friction of your touch.

“Your hands are always so cold.” You giggle, twisting in your cocoon to look at him. He smiles, stroking your head. “And you are always so—”

The door spills open, banging against the wall. Mammon trudges in, kicking off his shoes, and nearing the bed you laid upon. “I got ya your medicine. Took a bit of a run but finally found em.” He sets the packet by the nightstand table and sneaks his hand behind your back to help you rise.

Lucifer backs away to grant you space, watching you giggle as you cup Mammon’s hands over your cheeks. Mammon smiles amusedly, leaning in to peck your dry lips in soft affection. Lucifer leaves you then, gently closing the door behind him, your muffled laughter echoing in his ears. Now that his brother had returned, he was no longer needed. His hands weren’t the only cold ones that could bring you relief.

MAMMON, AVATAR OF GREED

His breath slows in his throat, gaze transfixing upon your figure. Asmo squeals beside him, a high-pitched cry of awe that perfectly mimics the thumping of Mammon’s heart. You smile embarrassedly, smoothing a palm down over your outfit.

Asmo bounces closer to you, capturing your hand in his and urging you into a pirouette. You oblige, laughing when he tugs you closer, grasping the plane of your face and peppering your lips with painted feather kisses, uncaring if he stains you with his lipstick or not.

Mammon’s fist clenches in his pocket, heartbeat surging in his ears like the dull and deafening roar of a tsunami. Darts of envy pin his gaze to your displays of affection with his brother.

He wants to look away, to not have to notice the way Asmo’s hand wounds around your waist or the playful way in which you push him away, shying from his kisses, only to be pulled back into his magnetic hold. Yet Mammon’s feet remain unmoving just like his eyes, glued to the sight like leech to skin and ruin to lonely houses.

There’s a twinkle to your eyes, a soft sigh in the echo of your giggle that Mammon had believed reserved for him; that it might be something only he could pull forth and cherish. But there you stand with a smile set with stars, eternal and effortless in your beauty, holding his crumbling soul ever so tightly in your cupped hands and pretending to be unaware; pretending to be unaware that if you asked he would pluck out the moon from the dark night sky and rest it upon your brow. If only you asked.

SATAN, AVATAR OF WRATH

It’s early morning, the sky dotted with angry clouds and growling birds. He trudges down the stairs, navigating around the furniture with ease, rubbing at his aching eyes. He had not realized how long he’d spent on his current novel read. It hadn’t seemed long, but the effects were appearing now that he’d finally found the will to put it aside. Turning the corner to the kitchen, he reaches an arm sideways to flick the light switch and freezes.

You pull away from your kiss, catching his eyes. “Satan, oh.” Beel turns too, ruffled hair and rosy breaths, and shrugs, looping his hands around your waist to heave you from the countertop and onto your feet.

“Sorry, Beel got hungry so we came to the kitchen to snack a bit…then got distracted,” you say, bashful. Satan pushes a smile onto his lips, dismissing when you apologize again, and watches you tug Beel out and away from the kitchen, sending him a last smile as you leave.

And as the footfalls of your retreat dull, left alone in the gloom of the darkened kitchen, Satan allows himself that greedy moment, the creation of a fantasy where the touch that traces the incline of your cheeks is his and the fingers that comb through his hair are yours; where it’s his hands that loop around your waist and your fingers that slip past his collarbone. For one incredibly selfish minute Satan lets himself envision a reality where it's your lips that greet him in the early throes of dawn, where you are his and not his brother’s. A reality that shall exist in his mind and dreams alone.

ASMODEUS, AVATAR OF LUST

The music is loud in the club, pumping through his feet and body in waves of tilting euphoria. Asmo’s face feels feverish, numb with the intensity of the laughter that spills past his lips. Your hand is so familiar in his, sweaty and gripping, and he slips under your raised arm, twirling under and out, more happiness bubbling up his throat.

You laugh as well, jumping along with the heavy beat of the music. The club is teeming with life, buzzing with inebriation and lust, and yet Asmo hears your laughter as clear as the shattering of a thousand glasses. He stares at you, transfixed by the way the lights shade your face in purples and blues. He wants to tell you how beautiful you are, ethereal and lovely your visage with a crown of flashing lights resting upon your brow, yet as he opens his mouth he loses your attention.

You look down at the arm that had looped around your waist, and giggle, tilting your head and meeting Satan’s quirked lips. Asmo feels his perception tilt, shivers slithering through his fingers, and the bass of the loud music thrums through his blood, synced with the echoes of his yearning.

You smile into your kiss, turning and pressing closer to his brother, looping a hand round his neck and his waist, and your laughter surrounds Asmo, enveloping him like the soothing embrace of home and capturing him like a noose to the neck. And in the dark of the club nobody sees him tighten the rope around his throat, in the roar of the music nobody hears his screams and the splintering of his heart. Nobody needs to anyway.

Taglist: @lilactaro

[lostcauses-noregrets]

I just hope you know that Cardamom is easily one of my favorite fics i’ve ever read. like ever! as an arab, i was so excited to see it, and even more excited to see how you perfectly captured the most beautiful story with the most beautiful characters.

i was wondering if you had any music in mind when writing the fic, as i found myself associating it with fairuz really quickly (perhaps bc of the coffee… which i associate with mornings, which is the best time to listen to fairuz!) :)

Hello Anon, thank you so much for your kind words, and apologies for taking so long to answer your ask. I'm always deeply touched when Arab readers enjoy Cardamom and find they're able to identify with the story.

I definitely did have music in mind when I wrote Cardamom, I'm a huge fan of Lebanese music and I made a Cardamom playlist on youtube.

Fairuz really should be on there, but as you can probably tell from the playlist, the real soundtrack for Cardamom was Yasmine Hamdan and Mashrou' Leila. I've adored Yasmine Hamdan for years ever since I heard Tango by Soapkills, which is on the playlist. I was also lucky enough to see Mashrou' Leila perform in the UK twice, before the band split up. There's more than a little of Hamed Sinno, Mashrou' Leila's amazing singer, in Cardamom Levi.

There's also a subtle nod to Lebanese music in the fic, in chapter 14 Levi wears a LUMI t-shirt with the name of their song Don't fuck with my cat, and he has a poster for the 2006 Beirut Luna Park Music Festival on the wall of his flat.

I'm aware of the irony of answering this ask today at a time when Lebanon is once again suffering from Israeli aggression and horrific terrorist attacks. My heart goes out to all those who have lost their lives so senselessly over the last few days. It seems fitting to leave you with Yasmine Hamdan's hauntingly beautiful elegy for her home city, Beirut.

[rinsuniverse]

Hey! Back with the Hoshi agenda, wondering how you think it would be to date Hoshi ( つ ≧ ▽ ≦ ) つ a very quick and straight to the point ask, thank you so much in advance! ς(>‿<.)

dating soonyoung! ✧˖°.

dating soonyoung would be so fun and sweet and full of energy!

he's the type to always give you (spoon feed you, esp!) the first bite of food when he buys some

he'd always have to be touching you in some way when you're together!

either have his arm around you

or his head leaning on your shoulder

or holding your hand

or tracing letters and shapes on your thigh

or leaning his body weight on you

or rubbing your sides

he's just cutely clingy like that!

he's the type to drive you around and make you feel like a passenger princess!

with his hand on your thigh, and always turning to look at you when he's at a stop light

he's the type of boyfriend who LOVES to watch you do your favorite things/hobbies

and he'll sit there, watching you with heart eyes and a big, proud smile on his face!

he'd do really cliche boyfriend things!

like racing to open the door for you

or kissing your hand

or giving you his jacket when you're cold

and he would constantly remind you that he loves you!

through physical contact, words of affirmation, and acts of service

he'd brag about you to the other members, too!

when you're crying, he'll pull you into a hug and rub your back gently, nodding into your shoulder

he always has a smile to offer you

his favorite thing EVER is to make you laugh!

definitely the type to call you his baby

he'd give you the cheesiest nicknames

if he's a tiger... he'd either call you his tigress or just make you come up with an animal themed saranghae to do with him

he'd take lots of candid pictures of you

he's the type to always be looking out for your image

so he'd fix your hair or your outfit and make sure you're presented as pretty as possible because he knows how important that is to you

he's the type to want to wear matching things!

whether it be matching couple rings or matching hoodies or matching socks!

with him, i just can't stop imagining him with his s/o and he's just looking at them with such heart eyes and a smile on his face

like, that's so canon

when you're upset at someone

he has you vent to him

and he sits there like "you're so right? that's so rude of them to do to you? should we go slash their tires rn?" and just whole-heartedly support everything you're feeling

but besides his comforting jokes, he does know how to comfort you with words

just like how he frequently supported bsk when the trainers were being hard on him about his dancing in the trainee days

telling you that you should focus on one thing at a time, and if he can help in anyway, he wants you to depend on him!

literally shut up hoshi is seriously frkn up my bias list

he's the type to take you on cute dates where he can get good photos of you

if you're at a nice spot that has you looking over the city

he'd look at you as you awe at the view

and his hand is clenching at his chest

and you turn to look at him like "what the hell are you doing? come here!"

"you're just- ah! just too pretty! i need to take a photo of you right now-"

"just come here!"

he's literally your biggest fan!!!

the type to send you tons of selfies throughout the day

he'd send a pic like

and you're like

"cute..? but why the heck are you sending that to me 😭"

and he responds with, "i wanted to send it to you before i send it to carats 🫶"

and he'll just update you with whatever he's doing for his schedules with little selfies

you better save all of them into your phone because he'll pout at you if not

anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading this drabble! i feel like it captures his personality so well teehee. have a super good day, anon! AND THANKS FOR THE WOOAHAE I LOVE

feel free to send tons more requests, my wonderful anon! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[timeturner-jay]

I just saw your requests are open and you BEST believe I'm gonna want to send in a million of them (I will restrain myself don't worry)

For the first one, I don't know what LOTR characters you're okay with writing (I tried to find a list but I didn't see one, maybe I'm just blind idk.)

Anywayssss....Aragorn with the word heartbeat?

I think that would be sweet. I hope I did this right 😰 love ur stuff btw!!

The city below was abustle with song and celebration, and a brisk breeze blew up and into the courtyard, carrying with it the scent of grilled foods, and the fragrance of the first flowers of spring. Indeed, they were hung up all along the main roads, woven into skilful wreaths and garlands; Minas Tirith was in a festive mood, and the people had decorated their homesteads beautifully for this grand occasion. Their king, after all, would welcome his two-hundred-and-tenth year on the morrow. From high above, where the Citadel overlooked all the rings below, King Elessar Telcontar watched, a gentle smile on his aged face. Even from this distance, he could see his people rejoicing in the streets; his eyes had not betrayed him in his old age, remaining youthful and bright even when his body had not. Alas, he felt every year of his life weighing on his shoulders these days, and his mind had been wandering lately, to the places his body could no longer follow. The beat of his heart was still strong beneath his trembling palm, but he knew; it was time. This was the gift given to his people – to go when they felt the time was right, to bid their loved ones farewell while their minds were still clear and their eyes still bright. The breeze whispered through white hair, murmuring softly of lost friends and worlds beyond, instead of the ringing ballads sung in the streets below. His heart beat in tune, steady and calm, pushing blood and life through his veins yet. He knew that tomorrow, he would ask it to cease, after he had spoken to all those dear to him one final time, and kissed their brows good-bye. And he would hold Arwen in his arms, and together they would fall asleep and step beyond the circles of this world, and they would sing and dance and wander like they did when he was young, and greet the new horizons hand-in-hand. A lilting tune drifted up from the celebrations below, a famous ballad for a century-old Fellowship, and the old king leaned into the wind, and closed his youthful eyes with a peaceful sigh. Yes, he was quite ready for a new adventure.

Anon, thank you so much for your sweet words and your lovely prompt! I very much enjoyed writing this one! And I hope you also enjoy my humble imitation of Tolkien's writing style. Reading the appendix about the Fellowship's final years always fills me with the most wonderful bittersweetness, and I hoped to capture that feeling in this little piece. But it definitely deserved more than 100 words, so it came out a little longer than my usual drabbles. Aragorn deserves nothing less!

My drabble requests are still open to everyone who wants to send some in! My apologies for taking a while to get to them though, I've been somewhat busy these last few weeks.

[legacygirlingreen]

hi there! I recently finished your fic called 'peace' with an ofc!xrex and was wondering if you had more information on her as a character! I am really fascinated by mae thus far and can't wait for part 2... So if it is ok I will ask a few, feel free to answer all/some/none, I am just so interested! Thank you for sharing your story with us!

whats her hobbies?

what is her biggest fear?

what is her favorite color?

What is something she cannot stand?

What is her biggest dream?

What is her biggest regret?

Introvert/extrovert?

Thank you so much for your kind message! I am glad you enjoyed my silly little story and I hope to have pt. 2 up soon! In the meantime, I thought I’d let the lovely lady herself answer your questions… so, here’s my lovely OC Mae answering some of your questions….

Hi there anon!

What are my hobbies? I love surfing! Being out on the water and shredding a wave is where I feel I was meant to be. It’s like the single most place in the galaxy where I feel the most content. Growing up on a planet that was largely covered by frigid and foggy oceans, the seas of Pabu are much more agreeable. Learning shortly after I moved here, it’s become a lovely pastime of mine. Beyond that I enjoy reading and more tactile things such as cross stitching or pottery! I don’t have much free time though, so I mostly surf!

What are my biggest fears? Uh, I like to think of myself as a fairly fearless person. I’ve seen just about any injury under the sun. I’ve been thrown into combat zones. I suppose I do worry that I will always be lonely. All my friends are slowly finding the people they are meant to be with, and I do wonder if I am always meant to be alone… not that I despise being alone… I find a lot of comfort in my own company, but still. It would be nice to have someone there at the end of the day to take some of the burden…

Favorite Colors? I like cooler toned colors! Blues and Greens are some of my favorite! Perhaps a rich green or a vibrant blue! That being said, I wear a lot of baby blue since I’ve been told it looks good on me!

Something I cannot stand? Those who belittle others. People who think they are above common decency. People unwilling to see past the surface level. Life is complex. There are rarely black or white answers. We exist within shades of gray. It is easy to see my past and judge me for actions not my own. When people are single minded it shows a lack of being willing to learn or adapt… for some reason that really upsets me. Beyond that, I tend to not like loud noises or overcrowded spaces if I can avoid them!

My biggest dream? I am not really sure if I am honest. Most days I feel as if I am living that dream. I am safe from my family. I wake up each morning in paradise. I have a sense of purpose through my work. I am doing what I always wanted to do. At the end of the day I have more to be thankful for than things to long for…

My biggest regret? Man… that’s a bit personal… perhaps leaving behind my siblings when I fled home? I know that a life on the run is not suited for younger children, however I do carry regret for leaving them behind. I always hope one day I can be reunited with some of them… however I doubt any of them would leave as I did…

Am I an introvert or extrovert? Depends on who you ask I suppose. I do not mind discussions to which I feel are worthy of having. However, I have often been described as a bit blunt at times. When I speak to people, I often do so with a reason or goal. There are times I feel overwhelmed and prefer silence. Perhaps we could call me an extroverted-introvert. Someone who can survive lively spaces, if I have the correct amount of time afterwards to recharge…

Thank you again for your questions! I love getting to talk to you all! This is a tiny reminder that my story is a work in progress, with the first part available HERE! Anyways shoutout to my friend @leenathegreengirl for capturing me first thing in the morning for this mock interview! See you all soon in my follow up… ☺️

[sopherfly]

Hey, Soph- I'm new and have been reading a lot of Obikin. They're all enjoyable and gorgeous, but they are also from the top filters on ao3. I would like to read and support the lesser known fics - the ones buried under the top Kudos, Comments, and Bookmarks filter. I would prefer canon (divergent, compliant, or au of canon) but I wouldn't mind modern too.

Do you know any? Can you rec some, please? I just know there are gems there and I want to support writers, always. Thank you!

Hi Anon,

Thank you so much for this ask. I have been working on this, and I desperately wish I’d had more time to devote to it. (Things are a bit chaotic in my life right now!)

SO, with that said: this is not a complete list, but rather a starting point. I will add to this post as I am able, and expand the rec list so that more obikin authors can get the kudos and recognition they so deserve. My invitation to anyone reading this: if you have a rec, especially of a lesser known author or fic, share it! Rec yourself and your work! Share your absolute favorite obikin fic!

Without further ado, here are the authors and fics I want to recommend to start.

✨MisanthropyMuse (@complementaryhalves) writes some terrific Obikin. For a great standalone fic, check out promises, promises. ✨BrynneAgain (@brynne-again) was an LJ writer back in the Old Days of Obikin, and has posted a few of her works to AO3. I really enjoy her Series of Short Fics. ✨Dreaminghour (@dreaminghour) has so many lovely fics—and she’s especially good at capturing a complete story in a shorter format. One of my absolute favorites of hers is Three Kisses. ✨Boonki (@boonki) has a fic called i witness heaven in unholy time that is beautiful, but will absolutely rip your heart out—be warned. She also has some less angsty Obikin stuff! ✨Zaecula (@zaecula) has some delightful obikin fics. If you’re up for some second person and some angst (fair warning, heed the tags, Anakin is still married to Padmé in this one), I definitely recommend Touched. ✨Wernnaa (@wernnaa) has a fantastic in-progress fic called Recoil and Ricochet. If you have any interest in mob AUs, this is a great one, and has a wonderful mix of plot and action.

[jedinightsister]

spoilers

also keen to see how river/sid is done in the show! in the books it's kind of like "here's a pair who have a very vague flirtation" to boom undying love when she shows up again lol. saw someone post an interview with the showrunner on reddit where he was asked if they're going to do anything with river/louisa and people were VERY against that lol. while i don't love it there might be more of a basis for that in the books that river/sid (...until river/sid actually happens). they're like the only 2 who seem to genuinely enjoy each other's company (since we were robbed of an emma/louisa bestie era :( )and there's some throwaway lines like louisa wondering how she should feel about river choosing to stay with sid, and if she had a right to feel anything, etc. anyway i'm good with anything as long as olivia cooke comes back, i know she's booked and busy but can't imagine a recast working as well

My response under the cut to avoid spoiling from the books!

first of all...BIG SAME TO LOUISA/EMMA BESTIES ERA please. She was one of the best parts of the books, and they did that really cruel cold open in Joe Country that led to...well... 🥲🥲🥲

Cuz I really like when the Slow Horses have interactions among each other, but also outside of it. And I love that she is the more uhm "stereotypical" beauty type (at least as described in the books) but she is so much more than that.

Emma Flyte my love 💖

You officially have me even more excited for s4 now 😆 (She and JK Coe are the ones I'm looking forward to most. I hate Claude but I am keen to see him because of James Callis haha)

Okay,,,, back to the topic at hand.... I also agree with the book hinting more of the River/Louisa bond, and truthfully, when I read those parts, I can't decide if I ship it romantically or platonically, or maybe both idk??? But I just like that they are both the "capable" and "level headed" and closest to normal in Slough House haha. I think this is especially highlighted in London Rules, when they attempted to have that "stable" "normalcy" by having River go with JK and Louisa with Shirley. I literally cannot get over the pairings in that book, actually, but maybe I should reserve that for a different post haha

I absolutely hope we get Olivia back again! Considering s5 has been greenlit, and we get our first hint of her being alive in this book, there is a lot of ways they can setup her reappearance. I certainly think it will help boost our chances for a season 6 if we get a powerhouse like her return to the show 😅🙈

They also have a potential (if they really want to establish some kind of romance on the show) to have a better build up for those two. The only thing I gripe about it, it is they weren't able to sprinkle some of that in River for s2&3. I wish they did, but you're right anon, Liv is booked and busy, so I feel like it can go either way...

All in all tho, I'm just really happy at how the show adapted the books. They don't necessarily have to keep each story detail beat by beat, but they really captured the essence of how "useless" they all are, but still somehow manage to be involved with, and even solve, the biggest MI5 cases, not even the Park can handle 😆

Thank you so much for the fun question!! It makes me so happy to talk to someone who loves both book and show like I do 🥰💖