#a bond made of love ask

[purpleyoonn]

Hello there. I was just wondering if you are thinking of ever continuing A Bond Made of Love? I really love all your stories and I simply cannot wait for the next upload to any of them 💜

At this point abmol is done. I’m thinking about rewriting it but for now I’m not working on it. It’s on hold.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

"Even though Sonic lives by his own rules, his destiny is often shaped by the two constant figures in his life: his best friend, Tails, and his dastardly nemesis, Dr. Eggman." - info.sonicretro.org/images/6/6f/Sonic06_Prima_digital_guide.pdf#page=6

im not normal…the brubbersssss

[greghatecrimes]

house is giving avid chappell roan listener

If House MD took place in 2024, the "fight the power" scene from House Divided would've gone like this instead:

"House, what are you doing?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing? It's a Femininomenon!"

[willowser]

im always thinking abt that first night being couple with bakugo, when u finally get to/have to shaare a bed together............ is it awkward? is it sweet? what happens when you're both awake in the middle of the night... do you ask each other questions to get to know each other better? and do you wake the next day cuddling???

oooooh, let's think !! i feel like you're in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and changing into your pj's and, while you're excited he picked you, you're probably so nervous LOL bc he's so handsome !! and intimidating !! and so different than denki !!! you're used to snuggling up with him and sleeping well, so it's a bit awkward when you crawl into the bed and bakugou's back is facing you LOL

you face him and bring the blanket up to your neck and your cheeks and just sigh, and then when the lights shut off, bakugou is just staring into the darkness of the room with his heart beating out of his chest 🥺 bc this is so hard for him !!! 🥺 but eventually he can tell sero and mina are in the bed next to his, sucking face, and so he has to turn around bc he can't stand it — and then he's nearly nose to nose with you !!

and in such close proximity, he can make out the details of your face, your nose, the wide whiteness of your eyes, and he wonders if you can feel the heat from his face.

"hi," you whisper, and he can see the curve of your smile like this, can taste the sweetness to it. "sorry if i end up touching you all night."

he frowns and hopes you can't see it, insecurities swirling in his throat. already, you've caught onto how prickly he is and he's gonna have to really try to keep you, open himself right up in front of everyone—

"i take it you're not much of a cuddler."

bakugou shrugs, feels you shift because of it. "do what you want, i don't care."

you're quiet for long enough that he starts to think about sleeping outside, because he's an idiot, but then you say, "okay," and turn your back to him — and he's ruined it, he thinks, already.

but then he can feel you inching towards him, pressing your back up to his chest, your hair right in front of his nose, the sweet smell of your shampoo flipping his stomach.

you speak over your shoulder, cheek brushing his chin. "i'm really glad you picked me."

for a moment, he forgets that he's sealed away from the world, on live television, and only thinks about your warmth, your possibility and potential, and then he gingerly wraps his arm over your waist. "me too."

(i think in the morning, you've both shifted in your sleep; you having rolled on your stomach, leg kicked out to your left, cheek sunk into your pillows — but bakugou is still facing your sprawled form, arm still around your waist, the tips of his fingers tucked under the shirt that's ridden up your stomach. it's not much, but — it's the start of something.)

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

my 1 (one) stardew opinion is shane should not have won the bachelor poll

[sumquiasum]

curious now as to what dark jarchie entails

There's various flavors of Jarchie but one compelling aspect, to me, is Jughead's unending devotion to and idolization of Archie. Archie is basically a saint who can do no wrong, he stands for all that's good in the world and even if he missteps he doesn't MEAN it like that. No matter what Archie does, he will always forgive him, but there is one thing Jughead cannot let Archie do and that is leaving.

This can have two outcomes: Archie snaps and Jughead helps burry the bodies and cover his tracks or Jughead snaps and pours molten bronze over Archie's body so he stays perfect forever. Neither of those things actually have to happen for jarchie to be compelling to me, but the potential is there. And I like exploring the lengths Jughead would go through for Archie while also refusing to fully see Archie as a person rather than an ideal.

[purpurussy]

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[tennessoui]

I was the Tattoine health care anon, and I was thinking more that Obi-Wan gives Luke to Owen and then goes off on some sort of vaguely suicidal Robin Hood bender, which he only survives because a large portion of Tattoine is down with (1) crime (2) killing Hutts (3) lying about the first two. All of which obviously makes Obi-Wan even sadder. Just a depressed little man thinking he made dinner in a fugue, when really there's a neighborhood meal chart for feeding him.

(in reference to this ask!)

ah hello!! thanks so much for this addition 🤩 i do love a trainwreck of a kenobi being carefully and subtly cared for by those around him - it's one of my favorite elements of my lumberjack anakin au where obi-wan is grieving in small town alaska and the town sorta rallies around making sure this old man is kept fed and warm

though this has much more violence and crime which is always a plus in my mind!

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

you know if we do accept the last epilogue-esque sequence as a sort of dream/wish of ted's and therefore not necessarily canon, very funny if we then simply go "yeah, trent's book is called 'the lasso way' actually. he didn't change that. nope."

[bunnihearted]

🧸♡ ⋆｡˚

[purpleyoonn]

Hi, how you doing? Hope everything is good! I just wanted to ask you if you’re planning to update A Bond Made of Love this year… I know the story is on hold but I really wish you don’t give your hopes up on that one, it’s one of my favorite of yours and I would love to see what’s happening next ✨

actually, I was thinking of rewriting it entirely.... it didn't turn out like I wanted and I felt to much pressure to update every chapter that I ended up just half-assing the last like 6 chapters.

thank you so much for loving it either way!

[givemaycoffee]

I am curious about the ST fic but I'm gonna slap my face into attention and focus instead on what catches my eye the most (and in no way is my guess of your super top secret smutty fic): Please tell me about Pre-Bond and how your Howl's Moving Castle AU is going!

WIP Game

Pre-Bond

The idea here was a play on the idea of mating bonds, but combine omegaverse bonds with some ideas stolen from Vulcan mating bonds - namely, the titular pre-bond. Omegaverse bonds typically happen on the neck, but I was thinking a pre-bond could happen via the scent glands on the wrist.

You know the scene at the end of The Taste of You where Percy does not bite Vex? This fic was What if he did bite her but wisely created a pre-bond (which can be dissolved) rather than a full bond? So they can both reevaluate when they aren't in heat/rut. But then shit goes sideways a bit because of essentially soulmate stuff (true mates are a whole omegaverse thing also and it’s literally just soulmates). Here’s a tiiiny snippet:

She found the skin of his wrist and bit down. It was exquisite. It was all of him, his scent on her tongue and his very being rushing into her own.

Howl’s Moving Castle AU

As for HMC AU… 🥲 it’s completely still stalled. But I don’t think I’ve ever shared a snippet with you??? Apologies if I’m just forgetting, but here’s their first meeting:

She was reaching for the knife when a finely gloved hand landed on her shoulder from behind. “There you are darling, I was looking for you.” She startled at the smooth voice, looking up at the stranger who had somehow managed to sneak up on all of them. Clear blue eyes behind gold rimmed glasses met her gaze, and he smiled fondly at her. She felt a warm rush of familiarity. Except - no. She had never met this man in her life. And she would remember him if she had. 

He was far too richly dressed for anyone in her circles - ornately patterned silk waistcoat and carefully knotted cravat and shining gold buttons. His nose was handsomely hooked under dark eyebrows, and he had the pale skin of a northerner. Most striking though were his shock of white hair and his midnight colored coat that seemed to glimmer with starlight as he shifted his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. He was oddly hot to the touch and looked much too young for that hair. He leaned in as he pulled her closer, and quickly murmured in her ear, “My lady, please play along. I admit, I have been itching to ruin these men’s days for ages, and catching them in such a compromising situation gives me the perfect excuse.” She had been about to shove him off, nobility as he surely must be or not, but stopped short at that. She did not need to be rescued, but also could understand the scope of the situation well enough  - no one would believe her story were she to report this herself. “Mr. Dassur and Mr. Shede, I believe?” the white haired man turned back to the two guards, who were suddenly standing straight-backed and looking rather pale. “I believe Captain Howarth will want to hear what transpired here.” With a wave of his hand, a curl of black smoke seemed to swirl around the two guards for a moment, and then they relaxed slightly, eyes glassy.  “You will tell him, in detail, what happened, won’t you?” “Yes,” they said in unison.  Vex’s heart rate picked up. Out of the frying pot and into the fire. Gods damnit. This man was far more dangerous than the guards. “Excellent. Please, be on your way. Tell him I send my regards.” They nodded, turned, and marched off, still in unsettling unison. Vex was trying to determine her best avenue of escape when she felt him pull away quickly. She looked up to find him blushing, of all things, and he executed a rather flustered bow. “Excuse my forwardness, my lady. It was completely inappropriate,” he straightened to his full, rather tall height, fixing his cloak - and it must be magical with the way she swore she just saw a little shooting star near the bottom, “but I could not let them continue getting away with such harassment. There had been prior reports, but nothing concrete enough to actually land them in trouble.”  He wrung his hands for a moment, staring off, then jerked his head back toward her.  “Are you alright?” “Ah - uhm.” She paused. Took in the concerned look in his wide, blue eyes and the polite amount of space he had created between them. “As well as I can be, I suppose.”

[dimdiamond]

meanwhile snowy is peak dog and tintin will fight you on this

HE'S THEIR SON (however he looks) AND THEY WILL NOT HESITATE TO KILL FOR HIM (pliz ask them to kill)!

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[magnifiico]

"Yer highny-ness! Uhm sure ya gotta lotta stories to share 'bout how ya wooed Queen Amah-ya! When did ya know she was THE ONE, br--" This hopeless romantic of a girl would stop herself, just in time. With a pop of her palm to her lips, her eyes were wide, almost as if she had startled herself when doing so. But soon enough, she would set that hand back down, and corrects herself, "When did ya know she was THE ONE, yer majes-ticky-ness?"

@yukikorogashi || incoherent scReechiNG at the cutie T~T and ofc tagging @howthesleeplesswander ;)

“When did I know?” He repeats the girl's words in the shallows of a laugh: equally amused by the curiosity as he is by Itsuki's quick correction to her vernacular. In the pacifying shake of his head, King Magnifico communicates quietly that she need not worry—no offense taken or held against her—and his gaze wanders elsewhere to dedicate real thought to the inquiry. “Well, that's one way to put a man on the spot, now isn't it—?” he hums, casting her a playful and fleeting glance.

Nevertheless, compliantly—or maybe it has a little more to do with the king's willingness to enthuse about this particular woman—he comes to some semblance of a response.

“Oh, I wouldn't claim there was ever a single moment—more an accumulation of all the wonderous things Queen Amaya is—but... one evening does come to mind,” Magnifico expounds. “I was deep in the throes of research, back in a time where I was still trying to get any sort of footing in magic; I'd spent the entire day poring over book after book, testing spells, failing many of them... Amaya had been away herself, busy lending a hand to our fellow, ah...” Hesitation clunks in his words, matched by the slightest flutter of his eyelids. He settles with a quiet, “Th-those in need.” Like us.

And then he's off again.

“Well, she had a busy day. I had a busy day. And yet, despite all that, she came in to see me having a few... difficulties in my studies, and you know what she did?” He emits a scoff, like it's so ridiculous a thing for anyone to do—so selfless and unrealistically compassionate. “She drops everything to help me. She's exhausted, and she still spends the next several hours flipping through numerous spell books, sitting there at my side to give me suggestions—even just to keep me company.

“I thought to myself 'There is no one in the world luckier than me right now.' To have the attention and care of a woman like her? And who knows?” The king shrugs. “Could be in that moment, whether I realized it or not at the time, I decided I wasn't going to take that luck for granted. To this day, I would find it hard to forgive myself if I ever did.”

[presiding]

just saw that there's a monster in the hull update and realized i'd missed three of those........this + the audio are such treats giggling and kicking my feet about it fr. going to leave a comment on the fic itself but in the meantime needed to drop a letter on here to say i love the way you write billie--her loneliness, her thoughtfulness, distrust of yet attraction to emily and everything she represents........not to mention the way she's haunted by daud, the longing for a life she can't fathom and will never have !!! society if everyone gave billie the complexity she deserves. and your banter and prose are stunning as always lord everything abt this fic is so good. bringing wine to you on the deck to drink together about it in spirit and yes pun intended

🙏😭 thank you so so much I don't know what to say! that's amazingly kind of you ♥ its a genuine pleasure to like. double down on themes and nuance and less popular characters and just like. idk. trustfall into the fandom that there's people with taste like you, and you can invite them onto your metaphorical deck for wine and meaningful looks 🍷♥♥♥

re: billie - no one else in the dh universe comes close to whatever she has going on

hiding my thoughts about writing dh2 billie >

there's so much material to her!

i thought i'd never write for dishonored 2 (not derogatory - its my favourite game). its undoubtedly linear & doesn't have the mystery or grit of dh1 IMO.

but i saw lapin post that billie & emily comic, and i saw a few other people i respect mention billie/emily and it had me rotating them until the abjection/emily-monster thing clicked and then it was downhill from there

but there's more to think about - what billie has been doing with herself, how she feels about daud & the whalers at this point in her life, her relationship with sokolov (god.a separate rant), her history in karnaca & dunwall, emily's place in the empire and how that fits into billie's story, her lifelong revenge arc, and comparisons between jessamine & deirdre.

like. when you consider billie's perspective you realise how fucking badass she is for going back to dunwall. she not only did it scared she did it scared for her life. suicidal level flimsy disguise trapped in a tin can with your enemy. etc

PLEASE tell me if you ever decide to post that daud & billie fic you mentioned a while back :O