#ahhhhhhh my first fic ever!

[bibliophiliaxvignette]

This is my first fic that I have ever posted! I am so nervous and excited to share it with you all! I started reading Wildfire by Hannah Grace and was immediately inspired to create this little Gwynriel piece!

Read a little snippet below the cut! Hope you enjoy! ♥️

“Are you a burglar?” She jumps, turning towards him.

At the first full glimpse of her face, Azriel completely loses his breath. She has wide, moon bright eyes, the color of the Mediterranean sea. Freckles decorate a pert, upturned nose. And her lips, the color of rose petals, parted on a gasp, turn upwards in a small smile. A sweet blush dusts her cheeks and nose, keeping her freckles company.

“Sorry, you startled me.” Her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip, as she glances down and then back up, doing a quick perusal of him. Azriel does his best not to squirm under her bright eyes, giving himself an internal pep talk. Cool, Az, keep it cool.

“Does it count as burglary if I never intend for the stolen goods to leave the property?”

Azriel hums in response. “Valid question. I wish I studied law so I could answer for you.”

She shrugs a delicate shoulder, looking at him conspiratorially.

“Surely if the owner never finds out, I’m okay, right?”

“How about you tell me what you’re looking for and then I’ll decide if I need to report you to the authorities?”

She scuffs the bottom of her shoe against the tile, fighting a smile, and leaning back against the counter behind her.

“I just wanted a glass. I don’t like to use plastic, if I can help it,” she says, gesturing to the kitchen island littered with plastic solo cups. “Do you know how much single use plastic ends up in the ocean? How damaging it is to the delicate ecosystems?” Her eyes glow as she describes the different kinds of animals in the oceans she wants to protect with this crusade through his kitchen for a glass and Azriel decides whatever cause makes her face light up like that, he’s on board.

He pushes past her towards the cupboard by the sink and grabs a glass for her without a word. She takes it, glancing up to meet his eyes.

“You…live here…don’t you?”

He pushes down a laugh, unsuccessfully.

“Yes.”

She nods, pulling her lips into her mouth, an adorable look on her face. Her cheeks tinge pink again and Azriel thinks that he could get used to causing that flush across her face.

[slightlytoastedbagel]

twitch plays pokemon has affected how I look at things forever

[bougiebutchbitch]

:wiggles: dammit, I swear, if you single-handedly drag me back into this dying fandom with the sheer lovely force of your comments...

not me rereading some of my ancient Spacetrash Family stuff and falling in love with it all over again T^T they're so fucked up and so broken but they care about each other SO MUCH -

[peachsukii]

rei………. pls…….. your tags…. i need to know if bakugou sits on your strap

ahhhhhhhhhhh amira!!! thank you for asking so I can blab about it hehe

The short answer is hell yeah, but here’s what makes me wanna take a lap.

One of the first fics I wrote, and it’s still in my drafts cause it got me so flustered LOL, is him and reader trying it out for the first time after he loses a bet with her. And he ends up loving it more than he ever thought, unlocking new pleasure he didn't think was possible. Once he finds out that reader also got off on it, just with the hilt of the strap bouncing off her clit, he was hooked.

This lead me down the rabbit hole and I couldn't stop thinking about it for katsurei. Imagining Bakugo not only begging for it, but demanding I let him sit in my lap was enough to knock me out. I blurted out once during sex that I'd "love to see him writhing beneath me" and he took that as a damn challenge. Little did he know that he'd be the one asking for it in the long run. 😈

The first time it happened in my lap though? Ohhhhh boy. It was an experience.

Bakugo's preferred way of getting pegged was always face in the pillow to muffle his moans, which then turned into being on his back so he could kiss me after he wasn't so "embarrassed" about it ((don't even get me started on how hot it is to have him whining like a whore into my mouth ahhhhhhh)). And then one time in the midst of it, switched it up by locking his legs around my waist and rolling me onto my back, losing his mind on top of me. Like...head back, full thrusts, drool and everything.

Needless to say, that's his preferred way now. Sometimes, he'll come home from work, jump straight into the shower and then come into the living room with the strap in his hand, toss it at me and just say "had a shit day, need to sit in your lap, peaches." 😵‍💫

[the-furthest-city-light]

Hey hi hello I'd like to tell you about the wonderful gift my friend @swordsmans made for me.

I literally spent Thursday night just. Looking through it and turning it over in my hands. It's SO pretty and has SUCH A VISION in the making of it. Gyro's work is amazing. Just. Look.

The cover? The gold foil lettering? God. It looks so good on my bookshelf. And the DETAIL. They painted the edges of the pages guys, it looks SO COOL.

(excuse the low-quality photos, I have learned i am terrible at staging books, but just LOOK AT THESE PAGES.)

Okay and now for me waxing poetic about this.

When gyro first mentioned that they were going to start commissions for binding people's fics I was excited for them and also planned to commission them to bind one of my own fics. I knew I wanted to get a bound copy of their fic The Sea Makes Bones of Bodies as well, because if you haven't seen the typesets for that and the copies they've made you really should (here's my personal favorite of their copies). So I reached out and imagine my surprise when I discovered Gyro was already planning to do so.

Genuinely one of my favorite experiences in fandom is seeing people make art for their favorite fics and be inspired by other fanworks so when I tell you that I was BEYOND HONORED about this and SO PUMPED, like. I don't have words. I'm so grateful to have received such a lovely gift (it's on my bookshelf next to my copy of Rilke. Rilke.) and I keep running around with a huge smile on my face because I still can't believe anyone liked my silly Zolu fic enough to be inspired to actually bind it and now I have it in my hands.

I don't actually know anything about bookbinding except for what I've gleaned from Gyro but I did wonder how it would like. Feel in my hand compared to traditionally published books. I'm super careful with it because I love it so much but this thing is not going to fall apart at the drop of a hat. Also the book just feels nice in my hands. Weird thing to notice maybe but Gyro also picked a lovely font? I read the fic (IN BOOK FORM AHHHHHHH) and it was just as readable as it is on AO3 (though obviously this is way better/more special askdfjajjakkkiss).

If you are interested in fanbinding and the actual process Gyro used to make this, they made a post here. If you would like to request a fanbinding project their form is here. Gyro's Kofi is here as well. And if you'd like to follow gyro's fanbinding archive that would be here.

Okay! I think that's all I wanted to say. Gyro it was so lovely to have a front-row seat to the creation process and see how you made the book. Genuinely one of the best gifts I've ever received, thank you so much!!!

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hello! I just reread “sun eats the moon” for the 12th time now and I cannot get enough of it. The way you write is just incredible. The way you wrote Gojo and his obsession with the reader was just so horrifyingly fascinating to read. Every time I go back to read their interacts I keep noticing different layers between them and it’s just amazing!!

Though, I think my favourite parts was the scenes between hiromi and the reader. It’s clear that he could tell something was going on, but he didn’t exactly know what (And the foreshadowing of him urging the reader to leave before it’s too late amazing amazing amazing).

And I loved your “lame solar system analogy” (your words not mine 😝). Maybe I’m overthinking it but there’s this one part in the last scene where the reader describes Gojos smile as bloody, and then when she looks up at the moon, she realises that it’s a blood moon. Just the foreshadowing of that??? Amazing, I love love love rereading your work and just finding little things like that!!!!!

I’m so sorry for the long message, but one last thing I promise. I just love how much of a mystery Geto is. Till the end of the fic, I could not understand whether he supported his best friend or the readers (maybe a bit of both?). Did he care about the reader, or was he more concerned about gojo? He did stop Gojo’s plan to baby trap her but now that I’m reread their interactions I’m wondering if it was more for Gojos sake than hers….

Again so so sorry for the long message. I hope you have a great rest of your day!!! Can’t wait to see what you come up with next!!!!!

omg omg omg omg the smile on my face as I read this??? and on my BIRTHDAY as well???? ty ty ty ty best birthday present ever!!!!!!!!!

I've never written Higuruma before, but Im so glad I added him in that fic because clearly so many people enjoyed his parts. I'd actually written a scene where Higuruma is finally breaking away from the private sector and asks if the mc wants to be his paralegal even though he won't be working at the firm anymore. The reader would agree but then right after that gojo would come in and ruin EVERYTHING (because he is Gojo Satoru). But I didn't know how to fit that in, so I had to leave it out. But I did enjoy writing their camaraderie with each other. You can interpret what he knows as whatever you want, but I tried to imply that Higuruma thinks there is something weird going on between the reader and gojo but he can't put his finger on it. At first, he assumes you're uncomfortable with him solely because of how much Gojo flaunts his wealth, but the more he observes you, the more he realizes you're....afraid of Gojo, you barely want to be in the same room as him. I think he'd try to put some distance between you and him, but obviously, in the end, it didn't work out.

I just love repetition and symbolism so so much so im so sorry in advance if I annoyed yall with the 'sun' and the 'moon'. And yes!!! ahhh!!! im so happy you caught that foreshadowing with the blood moon cuz that's exactly what i was going for!!!!!

Honestly, the moon itself is such a great metaphor for womanhood but im gonna get off my soapbox before people start throwing things at me. I am definitely not allowed to speak about feminism considering what I write is like 96% pure misogyny.

Oh, Geto Suguru. Hes not on the reader's side, nor is he on Gojo's side. He's on Geto Suguru's side;)

one thing i will note tho....he noticed the reader before gojo satoru did. that's all i can say tee hee.

AHHHHHHH BUT THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS SWEET MESSAGE AND thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble for 15 minutes.

[fettuccin-e]

Hi! Congratulations on your 3k followers!!!

Can I request ❝  don’t be nervous,  i’ll guide you through it.  ❞ with Poe?

Ty!

hello!! first poe request AHHHHHHH (if you want a secret nonnie i actually have a 10k poe fic sitting in my wips wahhh) HOWEVER this will be the first poe content i've ever published!!! so thank you!!! i hope you like the little blurb :)

Tags: Poe Dameron x Reader, afab!fem!reader, phone sex (holovid sex?? same diff), mutual masturbation, fem!petnames, dirty talk lol who do you think i am (w/c: 897)

Find the prompts for the 3K Celebration here!

You sit across the bed, holovid propped up across from you, Poe projected from it. He’s been gone on a mission for so long, too fucking long, and you know that the desperation you feel for him is painfully mutual.

Of course, taking your clothes off for your boyfriend in person is far less intimidating than stripping for him in the emptiness of your bedroom as he watches from lightyears away.

You can’t help how you close your legs from his view as you sit across from him, still in your sleep shirt, and fiddle with your hands. Somehow, he seems to be opposite to you in nearly every way, wonderfully bare-chested, in his pajama bottoms and radiating pure confidence. He’s ethereal.

“Don’t be nervous, baby, I’ll guide you through it,” he croons, and fuck, his voice through your earpiece makes it seem like he’s right up against your ear. You shiver, visibly, and you watch a smug grin spread across his face. 

He already knows your answer, but you whisper out a faint, “Okay,” anyway.

“Alright sweetheart, spread those legs for me, yeah?” he murmurs, and you nod, just barely, before you spread yourself for him. He’s seen you naked before, he’s done much more than just see you, but this? This feels vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. It feels raw, the way Poe just stares at your slick cunt through the monitor, unabashed and hungry.

“Good girl, honey,” he says, and Maker, your pussy weeps at those words. You are good, you’re always good for him. “Go ahead and rub that perfect clit for me.” Your hand moves, faster than you meant it to, before Poe is murmuring, “Slow, baby, slow. Just like I do, right?” And it’s true. You bring your hand down to your aching clit, tracing over it slow, too fucking slow, just like your bastard of a lover always does.

You gasp. “Poe, it’s- I’m so wet,” you whine, almost shocked at how slick and achy your pussy is. Poe isn’t even here, and yet, your cunt gushes at the sight of him through the holovid, his voice crooning in your ear.

“Maker, I know, baby, I know. Look at you-” he groans as he pulls out his cock from his pajama pants, gripping the shaft in his strong hand. It should be you, that should be your hand. “Look so perfect for me, my sweet girl,” he murmurs, “one finger baby, go ahead and put one in.”

You nod, wordless and desperate, as you sink your middle finger inside yourself, pressing your thumb to your clit. You’re so empty, cold without his weight on your back, his thick fingers filling you up, his cock breaking you apart. “Need- need more,” you whine, high in the back of your throat, “please, Poe, ‘s not- it’s not enough.”

“Hey,” he coos, “‘s alright, honey. I’m gonna take care of you,” you watch, through lidded eyes, as he tugs on his cock, eyes trained on where your finger plunges relentlessly into your cunt. “Add another, baby,” he whispers, and you don’t waste any time doing just that.

Two quickly turns into three, your desperation for each other, the long nights spent apart, running your patience painfully thin. The tip of Poe’s cock is shiny and slick, and his chest heaves with every pass of his hand. Beautiful, he’s so fucking beautiful like this.

“Can’t wait to get home to you,” he groans, enthralled as you hump your hips into your hand, fucking yourself as deep as you can with just your three fingers. “Gonna- gonna keep you in bed for days, stars, baby, I’m going to fuck that beautiful pussy so fucking hard, the whole base will hear it.”

You hiccup as you moan, your body flushing with a heat that is both embarrassed and painfully aroused. Your cunt clenches around your furious fingers as you jackhammer them in and out of your heaving body, hanging onto every word that slips out of Poe’s mouth. “Poe- I can’t- I can’t, stars, I want to cum, please, please let me cum.”

Poe bulldozes on, pulling his hand back to spit on it, all lewd and primal, before furiously jerking his cock again. He’s so much rougher with himself than you are with him, rushing himself to the end so that he can tumble over the precipice with you.

“Maker, baby, so fucking- so fucking gorgeous, can’t wait to eat that pretty cunt, wanna taste you so bad right now, sweet girl.” He groans through gritted teeth, but he doesn’t tear his eyes from you, not for a moment. “Use that other hand, pretty girl, and rub your clit. Hard.”

You let your free hand fall to your clit, working yourself over as you keep fucking your fingers in and out. “Fuck-” you nearly scream with it, “‘m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-”

“Cum, sweetheart,” he grits, and you sob as you clench around your fingers, rubbing hard circles into your clit with your other hand, as you watch Poe splatter cum over his hand through the holo. It’s intoxicating to watch, the way his eyes clench shut, his mouth gapes open. 

Your mind whirls with ideas of how you can get him to look like that again and again. As soon as he gets home to you.

[ilyfynn]

its a beautiful life. fynn hits 100k written this year. it's been a long journey and i thank everyone who has ever even clicked onto a work of mine. its difficult, sometimes, being stupid and a writer simultaneously. ignore the low numbers im a small fandom writer and i have a nother account ok

similarly, my mcsrtober also reached 1k hits which makes it my first fic with 1k hits yay thank you <3

highlights below. im gonna ramble ofc i am

swallow's mate. yeah its not the longest fic ever but i put so much time and effort and i am so so so so so so so proud of it and will always be. the world is a river of crackling chaos and i am the vengeance that simmers inside it

hiraeth. YES I WILL FINISH IT ONE DAY. ITS GOT REALLY NICE LORE. being the first bigger project i've tried to write since i unretired from mcsr, i adored being able to a) worldbuild and b) WRITE IN CHAPTERS. its so hard to write fics in one go my patience wears itself out

lappel du vide. you know nothing about lappel yet. you know nothing, but the plan was like 4k words and now you know something. boy do i have things planned for these stupid ranked runners. the darkness came when doogile was just a boy, after all

mcsrtober. im not as proud of my mcsrtober because i like editing things over and over and over again and mcsrtober simply doesnt allow the time for that. however i think i cooked really hard on some of the prompts and the ones yet to come (peepocute banger one on the 26th i think). like day 2. a full-on 4+1 fic. beautiful

there's a lot to come, i think. theres so many thoughts and not enough time to express them, and im only going to get more and more busy from now on. it's going to be walright. you know, theres a cool thing called a winter big bang, and the word count is projected to be around 18k...and its a oneshot...........................

then i can retire from writing longfics in one go and go back to chaptered becuase WOW chaptered is easier. AHHHHHHH

thank you for reading. this and all my fics. thank you @goober890 (i would be a liar if i didnt say i tried to tag ur ao3 😭) for being the first ever member of the fynn fanclub. thank you @bioluminescentfrog for putting up with me through the whole process of the fics to come. its been - not quite a long journey, but an eventful one all the same. from one mongey to another, i salute all of you.

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[002yb]

AAAAAAAAAAA YOUR DICKJOYFIRE FIC????? OMG IM ON MY KNEES. i love kory and Jay and i grew fond of jayroy and jaydick is my absolute OTP and aaaaaaa. Your brain is justtttt. OmG i love all that you write. Would you consider writing more about the four of them together? Smothering Jay with love and him being the maiden heart he is♡

Anyways, im really a fan of your fics they are awesome

Ahhhhh, you're always so delightful @alexandraisapenguin thank you so much. ///u/// This turned out to be more general ot4 though ;u;

Gym Shenanigans

Friendly competition between the four of them that's really just the boys taunting and challenging one another and being motivating in all their dumbness.

And Kory is so fond as she smokes all of them. Scorched earth policy, sorry boys. ;)

But it's all good because the three of them are so (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) because wowie hot damn, look at their girlfriend go.

Something something they all benchpress each other and Jason loses it each time when all of them do him. Which omg what? Hot? Help?

Dick being the first though and it takes so much coaxing and Dick swears he's got this. Which he does. It's only a few reps, anyhow. Still, the moment Dick presses Jason up, Jason panics and flails and ends up throwing himself out of Dick's hold and landing on his chest and Dick wheezes because oh god. Meanwhile Kory and Roy are !!! because whoops, spotting is a thing and Jason is mortified forever because again, omg.

But Dick just laughs through his wheezing and holds Jason to him before he can run off and Jason is sweet and blushy as he hides in Dick's chest and it's cute.

Speaking of chests - Roy marveling Jason's pecs. Like how you can catch glimpses of it through the low cut of Jason's sleeves. Dick following suit once he notices Roy's staring. And Kory following along not long after and wow, she thinks she understands the infatuation with breasts now. Amazing.

Jason spitting and sputtering because wth Kory //A///

Kory saddling up next to her baby boy and comparing chests and laughing because it's impressive! Has Jason ever tried to hold anything in his cleavage? So convenient. Also-

(Also, unrelated thought: Jason laying on top of Kory and their chests being smushed together and Dick and Roy just blatantly staring until they're called out and it's ahahahha)

General muscle appreciation. Like Roy's back. Roy basking in the attention but also being sweetly sheepish about it. Just something with him waving them off and being all, 'oh stop, guys,' then promptly flexing his back muscles. Dorky sweetness and cute flirting ahhhhhhh.

But wait. Dick getting stared at and objectified by other gym goers because he's beautiful handsome gorgeous. And while it's uncomfortable, he deals. Nothing new, right?

Only Jason puffs up and is ready to throw down, just sending the nastiest glares and snarls at men and women alike. He's got Kory right there backing him up too while Roy uses his impressive back to act as a screen and the combination of it all lightens Dick's mood so much and he loves them all dearly. ;U;

Sauna. Where Kory basks in the heat and unintentionally raises the temp until her boys are toasted and she has to drag them out and fan them back to safe temps.

Shower. Where Kory suggests showering together and yeah, sure. Only Jason bails out of embarrassment, maiden at heart that he is.

[prismaticpichu]

HIIIIII PICHU

Question!! Do you like sickfics?? (I have my fair share of them posted its my weakness ajsjaqjwj). If so, I would love to see your take at one. How about for mini prompt/drabble/headcanon Zack with appendicitis and Sephy taking care of him? 💙 Just imagining Sephiroth realizing something is wrong with him before anyone else and treating him so gently 😭

Shshdjdjsjsh AHHHHHHH!!!! THE FEELS!!! 💕💕💕

As a matter of fact, I do like sickfics!! <333 (And have had the pleasure of reading your adorable ones, my friend!) I’ve actually managed to accumulate a few myself: Priorities, Delirium, and Guard Dog are all fics I’ve written that fall under the fic of sick genre (although Guard Dog is admittedly a little old; I think I was only in, like, 8th-ish grade 😂❤️).

Tysm for the adorable prompt, my friend!! I’ll give it my best shot!

It was the second longest time Sephiroth had ever waited in the medical wing.

The doctors had told him to get up—to stretch his legs, to get some fresh air, to at the very least get something to eat as he waited for his lieutenant to regain consciousness. Only the last he had relented to. And even then, it was to a very slim degree: a nibble from the vending machine, something cheap from the mess hall, a bite of an energy bar… Something about the idea of eating just seemed so cruel, so unbelievably wrong. How he could sit here and eat, when the last thing Zack had eaten hadn’t been able to stay in his stomach? When he wouldn’t be able to eat comfortably for over twenty-four hours?

Sephiroth shifted in his chair, half-filled wrappers crinkling in his coat as he leaned against the arm, green eyes almost burning as he continued to stare at the mummified figure in the gauzy hospital linen.

Zack…

He first noticed something was wrong when the young SOLDIER refused to eat. Zack was always hungry, he knew that much about his friend, and to see him sitting across from him idly picking at his food was an immediate cause for concern. Upon asking him what was wrong, Zack had expressed concern about his stomach. That it “felt funky”, and that he even had a bit of a headache. The explanation—as far as his naïveté had been concerned—was enough to soothe most of his worry, and Sephiroth had simply chalked it up to a bout of anxiety. Zack did have an upcoming solo mission, after all, and things had become rather tumultuous with newfound sightings of Wutain spies in the area. Appetite lost was a common symptom for such uncertainty.

Satisfied with his own explanation, Sephiroth told the boy not to worry.

Neither thought his appendix would burst that very evening.

Leather fingers tightened heir hold on the chair, and Sephiroth strained his eyes, keeping them shut as the ambush of guilt and regret and anger rushed up to greet him with an almost warlike fervor.

…The man’s heart had nearly stopped upon getting the call that night that Zack was in the infirmary. It was standard protocol for one’s superior officer to be notified when they fell ill or were injured, but that didn’t do anything to whittle the dagger when the horrid information reached Sephiroth’s ears. It didn’t do anything to lessen the agony—the sting, the phantom of memory that came crashing back like a virus reborn from a newfound strain of infection.

He was down in the infirmary in minutes, and he hadn’t left since.

~~~

“Am I hurting you…?”

The words were soft and tender as Sephiroth eased his friend down onto the couch, unable to shake off the crushing feeling that he was jostling Zack’s wounds despite carrying him as gingerly as he could. But a feeble shake of the black spikes assured him or otherwise.

“Naw…” Zack’s voice was still groggy from the anesthetics. “I’m fine. Thanks, bud.”

Sephiroth had alredy pulled a blanket over the aching First. “Are you feeling any discomfort?”

“…Hungry. Can I eat?”

Sephiroth shook his head, silver bangs swaying gently with apology. “Not until tomorrow. Here.” He handed him a cup of fresh water. “Hydrate.”

Zack gratefully accepted the drink, swishing it down in a single gulp, although it was clear as he set it down that it wasn’t what he exactly wanted.

“Man…” Zack grumbled sleepily to his stomach, then glanced up with pleading, doelike eyes. “I really can’t get something to eat?”

“You heard what the doctor said.” Sephiroth sat at the edge of the sofa.

“Yeah… but I’m here now!” Zack gave an innocent look.

Sephiroth gave him a Look in return.

“I’m not disobeying the medics,” he said sternly, but his visage softened as he added: “…I promised them I would take care of you.”

Something in the green eyes flickered, and he scooted closer to Zack, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.

“…And I promised you.”

…

“We can keep him here for the rest of the night, Sir. He needs the rest after the procedure—and we can only imagine that you’re quite busy.”

Sephiroth felt the hand around his tighten at the doctor’s words, glancing down to see a ghost of concern flickering across Zack’s half-conscious face. From the moment he’d begun to stir Zack had been mumbling his name, asking the doctors where “Seph” was amid his delirium. They were confused at the nickname—as anyone would be, given who it was bestowed upon—but Sephiroth hadn’t had the mind to explain Zack’s quirks to the medics. All he could do was reach out, letting the doctors watch with their feebly-disguised gaping eyes as he clutched Zack’s hand and assured him that he was right here.

And now, as unintentional as it might have been, the doctors had just implied that he was too busy to look after his own treasured friend.

“…No,” Sephiroth said softly, glancing up to meet the doctor’s still-startled gaze. “…I will bring him in. Thank you.”

…

By the time Sephiroth reined himself back to the present, Zack’s eyes were beginning to droop, a heavy fatigue eclipsing the just-immediate hunger in his eyes.

He yawned.

“…Exhausted?” Sephiroth allowed a vague smile to play on his lips.

“J’us a lil’…”

A small chuckle rippling in his chest, Sephiroth eased himself off the couch to give his friend some space, reaching over to tuck the quilt around his shoulders before extinguishing the den lamps.

“Get some rest…” he said gently, straightening up again. “I’ll be right here.”

…I promise.

[pastel-omegas-blog]

Hey champ. I’ve been reading your fics since you started posting Sweet Desires on Quotev, you might even remember me from your comments, although I’ve changed usernames multiple times. Your stories are always incredible, you get me addicted every single time. Anyways, I would like to ask you how was MC and Marrav as kids? Like when they first met as young kids, and then when they married in their pre teen (?) years.

Pardon if this is a bother, though. Thanks for the attention, mate.

Ahhhhhhh💕 really from Sweet desires, my early fumbling days.

I'm so glad you've stuck around to see me do more

MARRAV

Honestly there is no history of anything wrong going on between them it's all Marrav's fault

M/N and Marrav were bethroted to each other when the omega was four and the prince was eight.

Marrav's father, the late Emperor was the one who picked out the h/c pup specially for his son, telling Marrav to watch and take good care of him and for a while the young pup did.

He saw his young fiance as weak and fragile so he took it upon himself to make sure well taken care of and eating properly.

Young Marrav made sure M/N had the best, made sure the servants treated him properly and met his every need.

After all his husband only deserved the very best.

The first two years were honestly fluff filled.

These caring moments are the ones the d/c man still hold on to dearly.

When Marrav turned eleven his attitude started to change.

The kind caring pup was gone and in it's place was a young brash rude alpha that had suddenly developed a god complex.

This Marrav absolutely detest the thought of M/N being his future mate.

How can he, a strong powerful prodigy that has talent and strength be paired up with a scrawny good for nothing omega ?!

What had his father been thinking ?!

He tries to push away the h/c pup away from him, not wanting to do anything with him.

What changed this sweet boy that formerly would do absolutely anything for his future husband was noting his over growing ego.

People have always been praising him because of his imperial blood and being recognized as being a genius, but it hadn't really changed his innocent childlike mind set ( he had been a little arrogant before but nothing too bad ) but then people started saying he was too good for something like M/N.

The people would praise his strength and then say that something like M/N who couldn't even cast any single månå spell didn't deserve to be his future husband.

And after hearing this so much he started to believe them and his mother's pampering just makes this attitude worse.

The empress Evangeline absolutely hates the thought of her precious little pup having to marry that little devil's container.

And she makes it known with how she's constantly fighting with her sickly husband to get him to change his mind and with how horribly she treats the h/c boy.

 Marrav is a momma's boy and since his mother refuses for M/N to be the person to carry the next generation of Vermillion heirs, then he  doesn't want him too.

But nothing they do will make the Emperor change his mind.

So Marrav gets creative.

If he can't get his father to listen then he'll make M/N leave.

So from then on his treatment becomes worse.

From insulting to publicly disgracing the poor pup to even going as far as hitting him in some times to get him to leave him alone.

But no matter what he does M/N doesn't ever complain or leave him alone. It's almost as if the s/c pup has been brain washed to not find any fault in anything he does.

If Marrav yells at him he doesn't cry.

If he makes fun of him he takes it quietly.

If he pushes him down to the ground he just gets up and dusts himself even if he scrapes his hands and knees.

He hates hearing his name come out of that ' things ' mouth so he bans the other from saying it.

" Of course your majesty , if that's what makes you happy then I'll do it "

The young pup says giving him an innocent smile.

A smile that Marrav has now grown to hate.

When Marrav turns fourteen his father dies and he's set to inherit the throne.

That's if he marries M/N. 

If he doesn't the throne will be passed to either one of his younger brothers or cousin.

This is the turning point for Marrav.

Being forced to marry who in his mind is a good for nothing useless bug that will bring nothing but shame to his family name solidifies the already massive hate he has for the innocent omega.

The marriage ceremony between the two is bleak, colourless and depressing.

Once the vows are said Marrav doesn't move to kiss the M/N, he just stared at him with venom and hate before walking out of the hall.

Once the marriage has been concluded the dark haired alpha has M/N shipped off to the small dingy mansion at the edge of the imperial palace grounds.

How he treats him from then on is very well known by now.

But M/N at least this version of him doesn't see any fault in Marrav's attitude so he blames himself and goes through extreme length to get his husband to notice him.

Doing all the kingdoms paperwork, striking deals with neighbouring country's, listening to the former Empress every word and over all just over exerting himself to make Marrav happy and notice him for even just a second.

He misses the warm look and sweet smile that the alpha used to give him when they were younger.

He misses all the care  the dark haired man used to have for him.

It hurts him so much how drastically his love has changed.

All those happy moments.

He'll do anything to get that back, even if it means sacrificing himself and we'll being to achieve it.

[604to647]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💞

Ahhhhhhh 😍!! Thanks for the ask bb and to @magpiepills and @nerdieforpedro for thinking of me as well 🥹😘😘 I have a few favourites, but for this ask I hope you don’t mind if I answer with the three fics that were, for a variety of reasons, the most challenging for me to write:

1. What Was I Made For? (Frankenstein AU, Tim Rockford) - I read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein a long time ago and always felt so much sympathy for The Creature 🥺 and admired Shelley’s gothic and romantic style, as well as her accomplishments as a female author of her time. When I saw @almostfoxglove’s moodboard, it evoked those same vibes and I immediately wanted to write Tim as the Creature, but allow him to be the intelligent and peaceful being he could have been. It was daunting to write, trying to put an unique spin on something so revered and classic (something I myself had enjoyed reading immensely when I was younger) - I hope it did it justice.

2. Code Name: Hephaestus (Pedro Pantheon challenge, Marcus Pike) - oh man… this one 😅😅😂 I had such lofty goals trying to draw the parallels between the god of craftsmen and our sweet Marcus, but when it came down to getting it on paper, I feared I was in danger of being overly didactic. I also had such a hard time with the tense!! We start the story in the present, and then for expository reasons had to go into the past, and I kept switching up tenses out of habit to write in the present, maybe?? 😅 I actually had to print it out and edit/make notes the old fashioned way 😂😂 In the end I hope I was able to strike a balance not only between the tenses, but the AU and the Greek myth. 🤞🏻

3. The Wedding, Part 2 (Safest with You AU, Modern!Din Djarin) - uhhhhh it’s the first blow job I ever wrote 😂😂 I’ve gotten more comfortable with practice, but smut is still a challenge for me to write (I often leave it for last in my first drafts). When I wrote this, I had gotten a little bit of smut under my belt but had thus far avoided blow jobs like the plague 😂 I forced myself to do it here - it’s short, but hopefully sweet not terrible 🫣🤭.

^how I felt at times when I was writing 😂 Thank you again for the ask, my love!

[yeyinde]

thank you for tagging me @cordeliawhohung and @vanderilnde ! i'm tagging @ivymarquis @cosmicpro @when-pigsfly @eilidh-eternal @ethereal-night-fairy and anyone else who wants to participate!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 40

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 692,024

3. What fandoms do you write for? cod right now. slashers. predator. six. i have planned fics for John Wick, JJK, RDR2, Far Cry 5, Top Gun. nothing really put me in the same horrifying chokehold as cod, though.

4. Top five by kudos body electric, baby, (don't) fear the reaper, riptide, in undertow, past and pending

5. Do you respond to comments? i try to. i just never know what to say.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i don't really do angsty endings, but probs down to the marrow. it was meant to be read as an "oh, no..." sorta fic. on the flipside since it's in Soap's pov.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ahhhhhhh. when your need grows teeth? i think those two freaks got exactly what they wanted lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics? sometimes. rarely on AO3. mostly just asks on tumblr. and almost always about my prose as if i wasn't writing exclusively from Giovanni's room lmao or my use of rare/big words. getting Purple Prose Queen was a highlight, though.

9. Do you write smut? i've been known to dabble

10. Craziest crossover. i took at stab at Joe "Bear" Graves x Reader x John Price because of an ask once. it was never posted because i got bored editing it so it'll rot in my "stuff i am too lazy to fix and post" folder forever. but other than that, idk. i prefer aus.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur. it sounds fun, though.

14. All time favorite ship? hard to pick, but probs Brittany/Santana. or Spider-Man/Deadpool. Icarus/Apollo. Iwaizumi Hajime x ME!!!! Ulquiorra/Orihime. Stiles/Peter. most recently, Reylo. Itadori/Sukuna.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? it's called: freefall :/

16. What are your writing strengths? flow. i used to go to a lot of poetry readings/open mic nights and think i developed a pretty solid feel for how to make things flow nicely. pacing and direction (i take a lot of inspo from my favourite directors and try to add elements of their films/style into my writing). ignoring grammar/punctuation. experimenting. trickery/masking. sneaking animism and anthropomorphism into my writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? god. a lot. punctuation. grammar. overuse of metaphors. big words. misusing words. dialogue. action. brevity. consistency. tone. characterisation. my stuff tends to meander, i find.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? no real opinion, tbh.

19. First fandom you wrote in? mythology. i wrote an ungodly amount of Hades/Persephone from 12-14.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? uhhhhhhhhhh. sea fever. baby, (don't) fear the reaper.

[markerofthemidnight]

I love your Hatchetfield fics Grayscale and Hidden Depths. Can you tell me a tidbit about both/ether of them?

AHHHHHHH I’d be happy to oblige!!!

As much as I’d like to talk about both at the moment… I hate to admit this, but I’ve really been ignoring the existence of Hidden Depths as of recent. And Greyscale, but Hidden Depths deserves attention too! So, since Chapter 6 has been held back for so long, why not share some more about the Old Lords?

HD: ULTIMATE Recap was, after all, only a very small tidbit of extra info on them. I’m also working on a piece that’ll show you all their designs- except Kindler’s, since we’ve already seen his, but I’m not even halfway through that yet. Starting to get pretty concerned with how little I’ve been doing stuff as of recent…

Well, anyways! Here’s some extra information on the Old Lords and my thought process behind making them.

Kynzol Errakt (aka Kindler)

The God of the Sun and Flames, as you know. Previously known as the God of Drought in Chapter 1, but I felt like it was pretty odd to have a god whose powers can only be defined by what they aren’t associated with.

Obviously very draconic in design, but the dragon actually isn’t his associated animal. That would go to the thorny devil: everybody’s favourite spiky little reptile that I felt best summed up what exactly I was trying to go for with Kindler, and that was before I learned that they can apparently drink water by absorbing it through their feet!

Known as the Everburning Star, Kindler is the de facto leader of the Old Lords. He carries himself with a sophisticated yet very intentionally intimidating disposition, and tends to not really think about the wellbeing of others unless it affects his.

It’s fairly obvious from his behaviour that he has a pretty big god complex (ironic, huh?), and is incredibly stubborn in his beliefs. Not even the Old Lords would ever dare speak out against him: the only reason why they’re so comfortable with his presence is because they’ve spent 5,000 years with him.

You may be wondering why I chose this specific personality when it’s not very different from Wiggly’s. Well… that’s because Kindler was pretty much just based on my perception of what Wiggly’s predecessor probably would’ve acted like, which slowly developed into the dragon we know today.

The main difference between them, I’d say, is that Wiggly is only partly scary (hence why so many people are in love with him), whereas Kindler is actually genuinely scary and villainous. It’s like the difference between any normal Disney villain and Emperor Belos from The Owl House.

Trypnarash (aka Thrasher)

The God of Noise, associated with a bat for fairly obvious reasons. Rather fittingly, also as blind as a bat. For some reason he switches between having an Australian or a Cockney accent depending on whichever one I think would be better suited to what he’s saying.

Known as the Beastly Cacophony, Thrasher is… loud. Very loud. Strangely enough, he’s actually surprisingly chill: he’s pretty much fine with anything as long as it’s entertaining.

However, it’s important to keep in mind that this still doesn’t make him a good person. He’s evil just like the rest of them, only in his own ways. (Not Evil from The Lego Movie 2 is a song that I associate with him quite a lot, by the way.)

Inspiring false hope so that the others can crush it, and toying with people in more personal ways, is his MO. He pretty much does whatever’s most entertaining to him at the moment: the only reason why he’s alright with Blinky not being evil is because in a few months, he’s gonna be dead for good. No point in caring about that.

Gazon Q’raktic (aka Gazer)

The Goddess of Space, associated with jellyfish since it was the first animal I thought of that felt alien enough to be associated with space. Also known as the Scholar of the Stars.

My basic concept behind her and her personality was “what if the ancient deity was a girlboss.” A stark contrast to the slowly rotting incel with ADHD that we call Tinky. Some would call her arrogant, though it’s important to keep in mind that arrogance implies misplaced confidence.

And hers is definitely not misplaced.

She is smarter than you. Much, much smarter. Gazer has peered into the distant voids of space, and understands the universe in a way no one else can. She knows how the Big Bang happened, she knows about the existence of extraterrestrial life, and the answers to many more unanswered questions about the universe. How does she know? Simple: she figured it out. HERSELF.

She has an IQ of at least 2,000. And she is cursed with knowledge no one else can ever bear: because no one, not even any of her fellow Old Lords, is intelligent enough to understand it.

Kindler is arrogant to the point of being delusional. Gazer is… probably the only one out of those five who actually has her head on straight.

Honestly, she’s also probably the closest to being a good person, as well? Whenever she plays with mortals, it’s usually some kind of simple challenge with fair enough rules, which only gets violent if those rules are broken.

Retonydunfir (aka Rattler)

The God of Decay, associated with vultures. The name Rattler comes from the bones all over his body. Known as the Harbinger of Decay.

Rattler is… you know how I just said Gazer’s probably the only sane one there? He’s close to being sane. Not quite there yet, though.

His base personality is best described as the archetypical cranky grandfather who says the most appalling and racist things as if he’s just talking about the weather. Except Rattler is more intimidating than that.

He works slightly differently to the other Lords in that his powers are fueled. When something somewhere in the universe dies or decays- no matter how great or small- he gains power.

He is obsessed with what he calls the “art” of decay. Partly because it fuels his powers, but mainly because he’s just, for lack of a better term, a nightmare fetishist.

This stretches not only to physical decay, but mental decay as well. Unlike Nibbly, he’s very patient, and prefers to make people suffer through slow torment that steadily gets worse as it continues, rather than just… eating them.

Definitely not someone you want to have on your bad side… or your good side, as he’s known to subject some of his own followers to similar things once they die. What they endured his room (and, to this day, continue to endure in Nibbly’s room) can only be described as a really big, really long retelling of I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream.

Stinturmor (aka Stinger)

The Goddess of War and Discord, and probably my favourite out of the old Lords in Black? Her associated animal is an ant, because ants go to war with each other all the time. She’s known as the Gyne General (a gyne being the primary reproductive female in a system of insects, i.e. an ant queen).

She has two forms in total. The first and more commonly seen one is a small cartoony blue ant. The second… I can’t talk about what the second one looks like.

She’s also the first of the Old Lords to have her room fully designed. It’s a medieval castle on a hill (🎶 AS THE STORY GOES 🎶), mainly either royal blue or baby blue in colour.

She likes ponies, drinking tea with honey, and drawing her favourite mortals all being horrifically tortured whilst laying on her little princess bed with her feet kicking in the air like a toddler.

…Yeah.

So the main inspiration for Stinger, as well as my headcanon voice for her, was The Ghost of Christmas Present from Scrooged. If you’ve watched that, I’m sure you’ll know exactly what Stinger’s going to be like in the story, specifically when talking to Pokey.

The reason why that specifically is her personality is because, if Pokey represents peace and harmony, she represents war and discord. Dissonance, conflict, contrasting elements between characters.

So naturally, my only option with her was to play up the general vibe of the canon LiB, giving her two sides: the first being this cutesy little whimsical creature who talks like she’s from Oz, and the second being a horrible nightmare that’ll torture you for days on end, kill you as soon as she gets bored, and then resurrect you as soon as she gets bored of all her other favourite playthings.

She also has the ability to summon any weapon at will. And I do mean any weapon, even ones that she shouldn’t feasibly be able to wield. She prefers ones from the Dark Ages or beforehand, but unfortunately for you, our dearest Stinger doesn’t exactly believe in consistency.

For this very reason, I am very much looking forward to writing a scene in Hidden Depths where she just nonchalantly whips out a grenade launcher.

[seeingivy]

bsfs older brother sukuna asks!

hello my love 💌 this is SOOOOO SOOO SWEET thank you so much <3

i have actually considered expanding the characters i write for a lot frequently - once i feel like i have a grip on characterization it's actually really easy for me to go from there (hence why i now write a lot of eren fics and a lot of sukuna fics)

that being said, I DO actually have a toji idea that kind of floats around in my head where it's like toji w/ megumi as his son and the reader is his teacher!

(i am assuming this is about bsfs older brother sukuna bc this ask came right after that)

AND AHHHHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE LOVE YOU!!! <3 (and thank you for saying that it's worth the wait that truly makes me feel better)

this is one of the most special and sweetest things someone has ever said to me 💌

i always get a little nervous writing chapters because i know i'm writing a character that is so ooc (we don't acknowledge canon sukuna idgaf he has killed so many of my meow meows at this point that i'm inconsolable) BUT it makes my entire heart that people actually enjoy it and read it

also very strange, but sometimes as a writer (a lot of the times actually) i don't really story board or write out my fics. when certain ideas really speak to me, the second i start writing they kind of take a life of their own (which is EXACTLY what happened with this fic bc if anyone recalls the first chapter was a oneshot that just now has 13 parts after it...)

anyways, lots of words but tldr it's very special to me that people enjoy this like little soft thing that i kind of just write for myself - and that the words stick with them afterwards like they do with me

anyways! i'll hopefully have the next chapter up tomorrow or the day after. here are some spoilies

the most awkward birthday party known to man

including but not limited to: four pairs of awkward siblings and gojo trying to break the ice (it doesn't work)

shattered ceramics, weird dynamics, and a total SNEAK at the end of the chapter hehe

[gimmemore14]

Ahhhhhhh!!!! I came here because I just finished Chapter 15 of your Bad Guys win A/B/O fic (I can’t remember the exact title and have the tab closed 😭) and let me tell you I am OBSESSED with your writing, holy chips. It’s such an indulgent fic for me with the angst and more angst and aghhhhhhhhh it’s so good!!! And I have so many questions, so many little thought hyper fixations from it! Like, Wally being alive- AGCHCIDJNDND!! How would Slade even react to that, to Wally and Dick potentially being reunited? And Tim!!! My poor baby!! I’m literally frothing at the mouth every time I remember how isolated he is in regards to everyone else. Because Jason’s finally with the others now, and Dick has Damian (and had Rose and Joey as well technically) but Tim is just… GOD THE ANGST. AUTHOR YOU GENIUS. He’s all alone in these isolated mountains with Ra’s and going through non-consensual body modifications and AFSHDHJJNN (Tim is one of my favorite characters). Although I guess he technically does have SOME support, slightly, with Layla and Ali and Amzi… It’s not the same as full on family yk? And then DICK. DICK’S ARC. GOD. He’s isolated, and coerced, and manipulated- he’s given this false sense of home, of pack, he’s trauma bonded with his abuser, he’s genuinely emotionally entangled with Slade, he’s initially terrified of Slade’s softness because he KNOWS the psychological consequences of softness from a abuser and captor, he KNOWS it’ll make everything ten times more confusing and he’ll get conflicted about his emotions and bonds, AND IT HAPPENS AND NOW HES MATED!! And the engagement dinner! What’s going to happen to Tim? God, what’s going to happen when KON sees him? I genuinely wonder what Tim’s sort of breaking point is going to be, for this fic, however. What I mean by this is Jason and Dick both had this sort of arc where they were reached this submissive, defeated state. For Dick this happened in much smaller increments, him breaking down along the way and then the final sort of end all be all being the bite, and with Jason it was suddenly forced into him, with Sionis’ forced mating and Jason’s subsequent submission. Even if Jason wasn’t fully broken, he was still submitted to Sionis. But with Tim, he’s still got all this fire and snark. He’s ready to do whatever it takes to make this hard for Ra’s, with the way he keeps egging him on. I’m DYING because I have a feeling the forced mating bite from Ra’s is going to be HIS breaking point into submisson, and OH MY CHIPS AM I NERVOUS FOR THAT. I just KNOW he’s going to be the prettiest bride ever though, I say this in the least sadistic way possible I promise you I am not trying to glorify or romanticize rape and non-consensual body modifications resulting in a loss of control over masculinity, but like. Tim is canonically the Twink ok. He’s going to be so pretty and so tragic and I just. I’m just here for that ok?

So that’s pretty much the end of my hyper fixation rant… god I’m so sorry if you had to read all this but just know I absolutely EAT UP your writing, it makes my day, and I CANNOT wait for if you ever update it again (I’ll def try to leave another comment like this for a new chapter if you don’t mind)

THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US WITH YOUR DELICIOUS WORK IM VERY GRATEFUL 🙏

SO GLAD YOURE LIKING IT!!!

Idk how to write stories without angst 😭😂

Slade was definitely a little jealous of Wally at first (I mean the man caught him masturbating thinking about Wally 😬😏) but now well… you’ll find that Slade is feeling pretty secure with them having matching mating bites gahah he’d definitely be a cocky prick about it now

Poor Tim definitely has the worst of it now! His isolation breeds desperation and honestly a bit of a moral disconnect as a form of self protection. Every bird thought they were alone, but Tim knows he is… hopefully that’ll change soon hahaha

That’s 100% why Dick fought so hard!! Even with the arrival of Joey and rose he was grateful but also pissed because he knew Slade would use them against him too, he called him out for it, knew the man’s plan but unfortunately Dick can’t just… NOT care about people either. If Slade kept being an aggressive asshole the whole time things would be different; however, he’s a smart man and dick is definitely emotionally entangled now (but so is Slade 😂)

Tim is feeling a false sense of security with Ra’s traditional values so despite what’s happening to his body, he feels like he still has time (he doesn’t) but seeing the supers at the engagement dinner may change the urgency factor and make things more real for him…

You KNOW Ra’s is putting him in a multimillion dollar outfit, but he’d be the prettiest omega bride even in a potato sack hahah

Thank you for reading, don’t apologize, I LOVE comments/asks like this!! Blood in the Water has been my favorite thing to write so far!

Update will come eventually but I’m heading to Italy for my sisters wedding/vacation so my brain has been focusing on that, hopefully by the end of the month I’ll be able to crank the rest out and edit it 💜