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[phoenixcatch7]

Cap marvel headcanons I Will integrate into a fic one day but also have Zero basis in canon to my knowledge (this ended up being LONG):

The living lightning is an ancient force akin to the speed force, and the 'true' guardian of magic, being possibly the first 'magical creature' ever created.

The rock of eternity only recently became based on earth, in the past several thousand years, with the planet's deities acting as mountains in the rain cycle - funnels to safely channel the magic back into the Champion. It's a fully symbiotic relationship that benefits the planet and its people immensely.

This means previously the rock has been based on alien planets. Previous champions are ancient aliens, many from species that no longer exist, either because the species died out or evolved into something unrecognisable.

The champion of magic may have inspired the oua (?), the creators and high council of the green lanterns. Ooh maybe an oua was selected as champion, which is how they learned of it!

The living lightning, when not in a mortal vessel, rests in the heart of the Rock in a large brazier, with a smoke lid of white edged with gold in a familiar pattern. It is tradition, or perhaps instinct, for a Champion to light the brazier whenever they visit the Rock. It will be lit for as long as the visit lasts, and be extinguished the next time they come.

Should it choose to take form, the living lightning resembles a washed out combination of each of its previous Champions. Its form is solid and clear, strong and made for battle, but distinctly uncanny. It doesn't leave its brazier, nor speak.

The 'ideal form' of a hero varies all the time, doesn't it? Especially if you're a kid still growing and learning about yourself and the world. Headcanon cap ever so subtly changes features sometimes. Gradually. Height and build changes sometimes. One of the league members has noticed but they really can't prove it to themselves and it's driving them crazy. Billy has no idea.

On that topic, the 'ideal form' also includes the clothes, right? The red costume? If Billy transforms with the intent of doing something outside his normal hero things (ie, attending a celebration), the outfit has every reason and ability to change to reflect that! Everyone expecting cap to show up in his normal gear and ready to throw a formal suit at him to wiggle on over his costume and he shows up in a red and gold set with a little one shoulder cape like 'yeah I have no idea either'.

Cap marvel Is An Adult. Billy isn't, but cap is in every single way that someone could count. This is probably canon but in some fics I think the jl forgets lol. It's still the same soul, just, with an adult filter instead of a kid one. However that filter manifests.

Not sure this is canon too, but the idea of the mind/soul/whatever of cap manifesting as this great impossible mass. A storm, or a tiger, or a barrier of lightning. This giant, untouchable, dormant mass of power and implied Danger™. Again, Billy has no idea. J'onn is eying warily from a very safe distance.

His wiki practically waxes poetic about his abilities and skills in strategy, mathematics, nigh precognition from ability to spot and manipulate patterns. Captain marvel is unbeatable at chess. Batman has lost to him. Billy cannot do fractions and it drives him up the WALL.

The champion, and ONLY the champion, can share his powers. If shazam wants a second champion he has to give a new set wholesale or convince the champion to share. Similarly, those patroned by the champion cannot transform unless the champion is also transformed. Because otherwise that would be too easy for Billy lol.

Every time Billy asks, tawky gives a different canon origin story. Billy has no idea which is true.

Billy's parents died accidentally freeing Adam on their expedition. Probably crushed by rubble :(. The wizard is the only one who knows and really isn't inclined to share, and Adam either hasn't connected the dots or never really noticed they were there.

Cap and Billy love each other, regardless of whatever version their whole thing is. They're the only reason the other remembers self care and that kind of self love, even if he's not sure he deserves it, makes a world of difference with how they portray themselves to the world.

Cap doesn't need to breathe to speak but he never remembers that and has repeatedly choked in water and space. Superman empathises but tries not to find it funny after the third time it happens.

Billy has showed the wizard memes.

The wizard internally refers to Billy as the 'sassy, lost child'. He has a pointy hat like any good wizard but refuses to wear one since Billy keeps asking him to, pretty please.

Cap once won an arm wrestle with superman by pretending to lick his hand. He didn't. Billy would have.

Cap marvel CANONICALLY bites but after the first time he regulates his jaw strength. Thankfully it was Black Adam so no one lost a hand. He had him in a headlock so who's fault was it really.

Ebenezer doesn't have a strong opinion on cap marvel either way. Billy thinks that's almost worse.

The living lightning isn't lightning. It was around before lightning. It is living, however. It is that 'living' that forms the main consciousness of the Champion form, in this case Marvel. Its not sentient or sapient itself, that's the vessel, but it is the building blocks of it.

In dc (again no idea if this has any basis in canon) magic is the fifth state of matter, above plasma. Yes this interferes incredibly with quantum physics and theoretical science. No the magic users don't know how it works either. No they will not help you they have their own research (into the exact same thing) to do.

If the Rock is obliterated cap marvel will die (along with pretty much everything else but irrelevant). However, if he manages to save the brazier, he will continue on. Magic as a whole deal won't be very happy and aeons of magical knowledge and history and artifacts will be lost, but cap will live and can rebuild from the ashes. The brazier is Heavy but enough super strength can move it if you don't mind bringing a chunk of floor. And the rock is so weakened it's literally falling apart but those are the right circumstances anyway so.

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[semisgroupie]

wake up, darling

bachira meguru x fem. reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: somno (reader wakes up), sleepy sex, all characters are written 21+, fingering (f!receiving), male masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, finger sucking, clothes ripping, biting, needy bachi, reader is called “darling”, mentions of: oral sex (m and f!receiving)

synopsis: since your boyfriend can’t sleep, he might as well just toy with you until you wake up

a/n: HI BLUE LOCK NATION!!!! i write for blue lock now!!!! also i’ve had this idea in my lil horny brain and finally spit it out into somewhat coherent words!!

The thing that Bachira loved most about you was how much you loved to sleep.

Being someone that fell asleep at the most random and untimely moments, he needed to be with someone who understood him and wouldn’t get mad at him. Luckily for him, you were his perfect match.

But being that you two loved sleeping so much, you two had to establish other things for the relationship. The main thing was, what would happen if someone wanted to be intimate while the other was asleep? It was a normal question to ask and sex played an important role in your relationship.

So after a lot of discussion and figuring things out, you both settled on giving each other permission to get intimate whenever one of you was awake and the other was asleep. Once it was agreed upon it became a regular part of your daily routines.

There were many mornings, afternoons, and nights when you woke up to see his big, bright eyes staring up at you while he lapped at your cunt, his hips grinding and rutting against the mattress while he fucked you with his tongue. There were also many times where Bachira woke up from a midday nap to you bouncing on his cock, moaning wantonly while he kept his half lidded eyes on you. It was the perfect taboo. Anyone would be concerned that you two were basically free to use each other but it made your bond as lovers grow even stronger.

There were even times where it was turned into a little game. How much could you two get away with before the other woke up? Bachira was a heavy sleeper so you were able to get away with a lot, there were so many times where you could start with a handjob then move to a blowjob then move to riding him before he woke up. His moans and groans while he was asleep would just spur you on even more.

Bachira would sometimes get too excited for his own good, loudly moaning against your skin while he lapped and sucked on your nipples. Slurping lewdly against your pussy whenever he went down on you. Getting a little too rough whenever he put his cock inside you. He just couldn’t help himself with you, just so perfect when you slept.

Today was one of those mornings where you tended to sleep in while he was wide awake. A phone call from Isagi was what disrupted him from his peaceful slumber and no matter what he did to try to fall back asleep, he just couldn’t do so.

He adjusted the blanket a bit so he could fully take in your figure. You were sleeping in one of his shirts and it rode perfectly up your silky legs, just giving him a perfect peek of the curve of your ass. He moved his hand over slightly to pull the hem of the shirt up more, “no panties, perfect.” He wasn’t surprised to see you weren’t wearing panties, hell, he even insisted that you shouldn’t ever wear panties to bed. It would only be more of a hassle for him whenever he wanted to ravage you. There were many times in the beginning of this agreement where he ripped your panties off you and had to promise to take you on a shopping spree so he could replace them.

He traced your ass with his fingers, gently going over the smooth skin before dipping down to drag his fingers along your slit. You were wet like always, “must be having a good dream, darling, let me make it even better.” He really wanted to dive down and lap at your pussy, it was like his morning coffee. He could stay between your legs for hours and just drink you up with no complaints.

He moved his fingers away from your slit to bring them to his mouth and suck on them, to get them wet and to get a small taste of you. He released them from his mouth and turned to his side to face your back to make it easier for what he planned to do next. Once he was comfortable enough he brought his fingers back to your tempting slit, lightly spreading your lower lips so he could circle your clit with his digits then move down to your drooling hole.

“Ah, so wet for me darling. But so empty, don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re full.” He slipped two of his slender digits inside you, pumping them slowly. His other hand moved down to his hardening cock, palming it over his pajamas before slipping it under the waistband to stroke it to full hardness. He pumped his fingers at a slow but steady pace, normally at this point he would have just moved his fingers quicker but he wanted to wait. He wanted this morning to be different so he wouldn’t wake you up so soon.

“Gonna make sure you wake up when I’m inside you, wanna wake you up with cock.” He groaned softly as his fingers grazed over the sensitive head of his cock and he curled his fingers to press the tips of them against your g spot, earning a sleepy whimper from you. “That’s it, even making the prettiest sounds when you’re asleep, lucky me.” He loves making you whine, whimper and moan, just any sound he could get out of you instantly became music to his ears. He continued pumping his fingers and stroking his cock at the same pace until it became too much for him to restrain himself.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and slowly sat up to make sure he wouldn’t wake you. He slipped the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth then adjusted his position so he could kneel behind you. He sucked on his fingers, moaning happily while he pulled his cock out and lined it with your entrance with the other. He adjusted his position once more and slowly pushed his cock inside you, thankfully he still had his fingers in his mouth or the wanton moan that threatened to escape his throat would’ve probably woken you up.

He pushed his hips more inch by inch and rolled his head back once he bottomed out completely. He pulled his fingers from his mouth and held you gingerly with both hands. “So perfect, so reactive for me.” He rolled his hips against yours for a few moments before he started thrusting. The pace was slow, still he could watch how your tits bounced underneath the fabric of the shirt, his shirt you wore. It was like he was in a trance as he watched your body move and slowly react to him but it wasn’t enough.

It was never enough when you were asleep, he couldn’t hear your sounds to the fullest extent, he couldn’t see your pretty eyes staring into his, he couldn’t see your soft lips part, he couldn’t feel your hands grip at him while he rutted into you. “Fuck this.” He quickly moved his hands to your chest and pulled at the fabric of his shirt until it tore, revealing your chest to him. He leaned down so he could latch onto one of your pebbling buds and sucked harshly while his hips moved at a brutal pace. “Wakey wakey darling! Time to get up now.” He groaned against your nipple and teased the pert bud between his teeth, he knew exactly what would get you to wake up and he was doing it all.

Your eyebrows knit together before you slowly open them, looking down to see a blurry set of golden eyes. You blink a few times to try to process the scene in front of you but with a quick brush of his cock against your g spot gave you everything you needed to know. “B-baby, ‘s early.” Your voice was raspy as you whined but it just turned your boyfriend on even more. He reluctantly pulled off of your nipple with a wet pop as he kept thrusting into you. “No it’s not, you were just sleeping for so long and I couldn’t help myself.”

He moved one hand to grip the back of your head and pulled you in for a desperate and messy kiss. “Just wanted to make you feel good, that’s what my darling girl deserves.” He muttered against your lips as he angled his hips so his cock could hit your g spot repeatedly. You rolled your head back in his grip, giving him perfect access to litter your neck in kisses and bites. Moans and whines of his name tumbled beautifully from your lips and your hands fisted the sheets underneath you.

“Baby, baby I’m gonna cum.” Your words just meant that he had to speed up his movements, he groaned and moaned against your skin as his hips slapped against yours. He didn’t need to speak to you, you knew what he wanted and he was going to get it. After a few harsh thrusts you arched your back and cried out his name as you orgasmed. You pussy clenched his cock tightly in a vice grip and your orgasm instantly triggered his. He kept his hips pressed against yours as his cum coated your walls white.

He held you close as he rolled his hips against yours so he could get all his cum out then lifted his head to look at you, a bright smile on his face. “I was able to finger you before waking you up.” The statement made you laugh and you lifted your hand to caress his cheek. “That’s great baby, that’s a big improvement. I’m proud of you.” He slowly pulled out of you and slumped down on the bed next to you.

“Now I wanna sleep.” You rolled over so you could rest your head on his chest and nodded. “Get some rest, I’ll rest with you too.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped an arm around you. “I love you so much, darling.” His tone was laced with drowsiness, it would surprise you how fast he changed from eager puppy to sleepy but you were very used to it. “I love you more, baby.”

Maybe you would get the chance to wake up before him and return the favor.

[lifesizehysteria]

Counting Freckles | A Violet Bridgerton Fic

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: M Pairing: Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader Summary: No plot, just freckles and sex. An ode to Violet Bridgerton's freckles. Notes: First attempt at this POV. We can all thank @cptn-nash and @sleepyfireball for convincing me to give it a try. Also another thank you to @shmaptainwrites for permission to steal her formatting style because I fell in love with her visuals. 💜 AO3

When Violet Bridgerton took up residence in the estate next to yours, her two youngest children in tow, you had no idea what to expect, but you had been hopeful, at least, for a friendly neighbor with whom you shared some commonalities. It wasn’t often one came across another young dowager widow, after all. She was reserved but friendly, waving whenever she passed by, and her children were well-mannered, if rather lively. You had no idea that a chance meeting out in the garden on a particularly sunny spring day, when you invited her in for some lemonade, would forever change the course of your life, and your heart. 

What began as an easy friendship quickly turned into a passionate affair that took you both by surprise, but your mutual attraction was undeniable and refused to be ignored. At first you were quite discreet. Careful to never be caught, always locking doors, never spending the night, stifling moans with hands and pillows and mouths so as not to be overheard. Eventually, though, once Violet’s youngest children flew the nest and you found yourselves alone aside from the servants, both of your patience for playing pretend wore thin. Your houses were modest, minimally staffed, and rarely frequented by any of your adult children. There was little risk by then, and what risk remained was worth the comfort of waking up every morning with the one you loved. Who was really paying attention to a couple of old widows, anyway?

You woke to the misty blue light of a cloudy early morning, and the sound of rain pattering against the window. Turning onto your side, you could see Violet asleep on her stomach, her long hair sprawled, wild across her pillow and over her neck. Its rich brown was streaked with silver like veins of sparkling moonlight. She would have hated you for thinking it, but you would swear there was more gray in it every day, which you did not mind because it just added to her beauty. Smiling, you brushed it away from her back, twisting a lock between your fingers as you did so, revealing the freckles smattering the skin across her shoulders. You had them memorized by now, the way they were sprinkled down her back, over her chest and arms and face, like stars scattered across the night sky. You would never understand how anyone thought them an imperfection.

Her breathing was still deep and steady, so you ran your finger featherlight along a trail of them next to her spine. When you reached the neckline of her nightdress, unable to follow them down below, you dragged your finger back up, connecting freckles like constellations. She began to stir, her shoulder twitching as your fingernail traced along its top. Sleep continued to hold her, so you began to follow your finger with your lips, placing slow, delicate kisses along as much bare skin as you could find.

The warmth of your breath washed over Violet until it made her shiver. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, but her body was rousing quickly, each kiss from your lips drawing more tension into her muscles. A sleepy moan rumbled in her throat while she aimlessly sought out something, any part of you to touch. After several unsuccessful pats that landed on the blanket bundled between you, she found your waist. Gripping it, she used your body to help roll onto her back so you hovered over her, taking away all of those delicious freckles as she did so.

Her face was relaxed, her blue eyes half closed as she gazed up at you through her lashes. The flush in her cheeks matched the pink of her pouting lips, the sight of her irresistible. You brought your hand to her face, sweeping hair away from her forehead to reveal more freckles there. You traced your fingertips down her temple toward her cheek, and she turned her face into your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. You bit your lower lip as you smiled down at her, marveling at how, after so many mornings together, she could still take your breath away. 

Violet inhaled deeply, arching her back to stretch the sleep from her spine, drawing your eye to the white cotton of her nightdress pulling tight across her chest. A current of arousal spread its way through your body and you had to swallow the pool that had formed in your mouth. 

“You are awake early, my love,” she said, her voice still thick with sleep. 

You nodded your head, unable to clear the fogginess that had begun to settle. “I think it was the rain that woke me.”

Her eyebrows lifted, her face perking up. “Is it raining?” she asked, tilting her head to listen. Once it registered, she closed her eyes for a moment to take in the sound. “Do you not just love the sound of rain?” The serene smile that pulled across her mouth was too much for you to resist any longer. 

“Among other things…” you muttered with a devilish smirk before dipping your head to kiss her.

She gasped against your mouth, her grip on your waist tightening. After her surprise waned, her lips fell into your rhythm—slow, almost leisurely. This was not a morning for frenzied passion, but for tender lovemaking. You had awoken beside an angel and you intended to take her to heaven. 

A hazy desire built around you, swirling in both your bellies, your hearts beating gently like the rain against glass. You traipsed your fingers down her neck and around to cradle her head. Burying them in her hair, you encouraged her head to tip back, exposing her neck so you could drag your lips down its length. You dipped your tongue into the hollow at the base, the wet heat making Violet’s breath hitch as she pulled you closer.

You nipped at her collarbone before devouring your way down her chest, delighted to have found more of your favorite freckles. Violet let out a lilting laugh when you grunted upon reaching the fabric of her nightdress, only to start tugging at it unsuccessfully with your free hand. 

“Let me,” she said, maneuvering herself so she could help. Mischief shone in her eyes as she locked your gaze in hers, enjoying the frustration on your face as she slipped the sleeves off of her shoulders, then slowly slid her arms out through the wide neckline. 

You did not realize your mouth hung open, staring while she pushed both the dress and blanket down below her breasts to her navel, until her warm fingers brushed along your jawline. “You stare as though you have not seen them hundreds of times before,” she laughed again. 

“I stare because they are perfect. The eighth wonder of the world.”

“You mock me,” she playfully accused, running her thumb along the edge of your lower lip. Of course, she knew better, but how she loved when you worshiped her. 

“I have never meant anything more,” you promised in a throaty whisper. You pulled the tip of her thumb into your mouth, sucking gently. At the same time, your free hand slid up and over her belly and ribs to cup one of her breasts. The weight of it was blissfully familiar, the freckle-dusted flesh spilling over your hand slightly while her nipple tightened against your palm. You took it between your fingers, rolling and pinching until her eyebrows drew together, her lip clenched between her teeth. The two sensations at the same time threatened to overcome her. Desire seared through her body, making her whimper when the muscles between her legs tightened against the ever persistent pulse beating there. 

With a kiss, you released her thumb, which left a cool wet trail along your chin and neck as she dragged her fingers down to the base of your throat, fingernails lightly scraping your skin. Kissing her lips once more, you then marked a path with kisses, growing more open-mouthed, down her neck, over the freckles on her chest, and down the pillowy, stretch-lined flesh of her other breast. You let your breath rush over her nipple before taking it into your mouth, sucking and nipping, rolling your tongue over it in unison with your fingers on the other. Her hand pushed around to the back of your neck, her fingers plunging into your loosely braided hair and urging you closer.

It wasn’t long before Violet began to squirm. She pressed one hand against the headboard, arching her back and driving her hips down into the mattress. You knew her and her body fluently, and while you could have stayed right there forever, you recognized the quiet desperation for more. With one more tender kiss, you sat up on your knees, slipping her nightdress down the rest of her body, slowly revealing her deliciously soft belly. Your hands skimmed down her sides and over the flare of her hips, the fabric bunching around them until she lifted them away from the mattress. You shimmied the garment further down, grazing the sensitive skin of her thighs as you tugged it off. For a moment, you sat admiring her. It didn’t matter how many times you saw her body in the flesh, nor the number of ways time had managed to carve itself into new details. Every time, you found yourself in awe. Your fingers brushed along her stomach. There were freckles here, too. Dark against the palest parts of her, they were larger and spread apart, but just as beautiful. You touched them as you went—beneath her breast, near her navel, atop her hip. You bit your lip as you admired them.  

“If you are going to continue to stare, you could at least afford me the same view.” She tugged at your nightdress. “Remove this. I want to see you.”

The command sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Yes, my love.” You did as you were told, gathering the skirt in your hands and pulling it off over your head, tossing it to the floor beside hers. “Better?” you asked, sitting back, allowing her the view she so desired. Her eyes swept over your body, the intensity of the lust in her eyes making your breath catch.

“Perfect.” Pushing herself up onto her elbow, she slid her hand up the length of your arm and to your neck. She urged you closer, kissing you deeply, pouring her love directly into you. 

Her hand wandered, finding all the most sensitive spots she knew would drive you mad. She ghosted a finger along the edge of your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Her fingernails grazed over your pulse point, then continued down over your chest. She brushed her thumb over your nipple, teasing it as it hardened until you moaned into her mouth. The sound made her laugh against your lips; how easily she could turn you into a whimpering puddle. Satisfied, her hand continued down and around to the small of your back, pressing your hips down as she laid back, pulling you along with her, your kiss unbroken. 

You drank in every taste of her, every breath, because there would never be enough to fill your desire for her. She delighted in the familiar weight of your body, and the warmth of your skin against hers as she got lost in your embrace. She was gasping between kisses, little whimpers catching in her throat at every touch. You reached down to the outside of her thigh, your fingers pressing firmly into her petal-soft skin as you bent her knee so it was up against your hip. When Violet felt you against the apex of her legs, a wave of pulsing heat burned through her body. She thrusted her hips forward, trying to make more contact, but it wasn’t enough.

“Touch me,” she panted, your lips just a breath apart. 

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach. There was nothing else you wanted to do more. You shifted so that you were draped over only half of her, hooking your leg over hers and drawing it towards you so she was open for you. She watched, her eyes darkening as you slid two of your fingers into your mouth, thoroughly wetting them in order to assist with the inconsistency she had experienced in the year since her courses had stopped. When you pressed them down into her folds and found her already slicker than usual, a wicked grin curled your lips. 

“Oh my,” you muttered against her ear, making her skin tingle. “Someone is certainly ready this morning.”

Your name slipped from her lips, her voice shaking, “Please.”

“Is there enough?” you asked. 

“Yes.” She blinked quickly, then added, “I think so.” 

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.” She was breathless with want. 

You kissed her parted lips, then whispered against them, “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

She was nodding when you pulled back so you could see her face. You entered her gently, as you always did now, watching for any sign of discomfort. There was no resistance, and Violet let out a shuddering sigh, eyes closing as her head pushed back into the pillow. 

You worked her slowly, paying careful attention to everything—her face, the sounds she made, the ease with which your fingers moved inside her—diligent in ensuring every moment was one of pleasure. When you thought perhaps there was more friction than there should have been, you removed your fingers, causing Violet to whine in displeasure.

“It is only for a moment, sweetheart,” you assured her. She watched with bated breath as you took your fingers back into your mouth. The taste of her musky sweetness caused a tightening in your own core and your mouth to water, which aided in your effort. A quiet moan escaped as she watched you lick your lips. A louder moan followed when you pressed your fingers into her again. Her eyes rolled closed as you returned to your former pace, confident now that you would not hurt her. She clung to you, her fingers gripping your shoulders and your back, nails digging into your scalp, anywhere she could hold because you were the only thing anchoring her to Earth.

Sensing she was close but not quite able to make it over that edge, you pressed the heel of your hand against her most sensitive spot, eliciting a primal sound from deep in her chest while she rocked down to get more pressure. As her hips moved against your hand, you followed her pace, watching the tension build in her body until she could no longer hold on, finally crashing over the crest, straight into heaven.

You let her come down slowly, remaining inside her while her inner muscles grew still and her body relaxed into the mattress. The freckles on her chest and face now laid on a bed of pink and you couldn’t help but kiss a few of them. Violet’s eyes fluttered open and she placed her hand beneath your chin, drawing your face up to hers and kissing you with a satiated hum. 

“Come here,” she urged, touching your leg that was still wrapped around hers. You withdrew from inside her, taking her offered hand so you could reposition yourself over her, straddling her hips. You fingers laced with hers while you leaned on your other arm, hovering over her face. Violet captured your lips again, at the same time as her hand burned its way down the length of your body. She knew you well enough to know you would be so primed that delaying any longer would be torturous. But while you had taken her to heaven, she had decided to dance with the devil because instead of touching you where you so desperately needed, she grazed the backs of her fingernails from your navel to the edge of your curls. She continued, reaching between your bodies to take hold of the supple flesh of your inner thigh. It was one of her most favorite spots. She raked her fingers up, closer and closer while your muscles twitched beneath her fingers, and you sucked in a sharp breath between your teeth. 

“Violet,” you growled, dropping your head down to her shoulder when she cradled her hand against you, just close enough for you to sense it there, but not enough to feel it. 

“Oh, very well,” she chuckled, as if she were not holding your very sanity in her hand. She pressed her hand to your soaking curls, making you arch harder against her. Pulling three fingers through your dripping heat, she drew it up with her fingertips as they found the place that you ached for her to touch most. She moved her fingers in slow circles, each pass making your body jolt, forcing a shuddering sigh from your throat that spilled onto her shoulder over and over. 

She kissed the top of your shoulder, her lips and tongue mapping their way to your neck. Your body began to shake, your grip on her hand tightening. She quickened the pace of her circling, adding pressure until your body curled around her, caught in a vise of pleasure that radiated out to every nerve in your body. 

You collapsed down onto her, your breathing labored, your mind blank. She dislodged her arm from between you and wrapped it around your back, bringing your clasped hands to her lips to press kisses along the tops of your entwined fingers. 

Both of you were already spent and the sun had not even finished rising, so instead of facing the day and preparing yourselves for breakfast, you burrowed back underneath the blankets. Wrapped in each other's arms, you spent the morning counting freckles and tracing smile lines, laughing and dozing, surrounded by love and the gentle sound of rain. 

[aithusarosekiller]

HGIHIHIII U SEEM NICE AND ALSO COOL SO HIII :D

DO U HAVE ANY JEGULILY HCS?? I SAW U LIKED THEM IN ANOTHRR POST!!

HI HI HI HI I AM LITERALLY SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY I KEPT HAVING IDEAS THEN GETTING DISTRACTED AND AAAAAAAAA I AM HERE NOW!!!

Yes I absolutely doooooo, they are my babies and I will gladly share everything I think about them don't you even worry!

ALSO before anyone wastes time whining that jily is tagged here, there are literally jily hcs in the post and I always tag correctly so if it bothers you so much, go to settings and filter out the jegulily tag and then it's gone x

OKAY

- I love the idea that Regulus used family heirlooms in order to make promise rings for both of them because his ancestors would absolutely hate it and sometimes he feels like he has to prove that part of his past wrong and keep pushing back to remind himself that who he was brainwashed to be is NOT who he is. It it actually Lily who suggests reusing heirlooms to give them a new meaning as an idea and he decides to do it and use them as a way to promise to spend his life with them. He's a romantic, what can I say! (in fact, in the longfic I'm planning, Lily having the black signet ring is a recurring feature with quite a lot of weight!) despite Regulus being the one with the promise rings, it is Lily who proposes (it is ALWAYS Lily no matter who I ship her with) and then because they're all for equality in their relationship it's James who announces the wedding and asks Lily's parents and Sirius/Narcissa for permission to marry them. I just love married jegulily idk

- Regulily watch the most disturbing shows together in the middle of the night to the point where James has to go to bed early to miss them or he can't sleep. Eventually they convince him to stay downstairs and just listen to music in his earphones while laying across their laps but he refuses to watch the screen. During the day he's the biggest, toughest guy imaginable. Nothing can phase him at all. But after midnight? ABSOLUTELY NOT. He almost turns into a completely different person. It is not helped by the folk tales Fleamont told him as a kid to mess with him, not realising just how much they would stick with him in years to come.

- James cooks dinner, Lily makes dessert, Regulus cleans. You just know Lily makes the best apple pie with the lattice top and everything 🙏 James can do pretty much anything well, and Regulus is decent at both but doesn't really enjoy it so he does all the washing up because he likes the way it gives him time to stare into the water and think

- not much to this one but I love them being T4T4T SOOOOO much! They're the transest trio ever. They just are sorry, I know because I am trans so I'm allowed to spread it around wherever I want 🤷‍♂️

- Lily gets really warm and stressed under too much physical contact. If they're all cuddled together she'll be on the outside with Reg's face in her neck and one of James' hands on her waist but most of the time she'll only pick one of them to cuddle up to so she doesn't get overwhelmed. Regulus is always in the middle, he's touch starved to the point where refusing to hug him is like kicking a puppy

- In an au where their all raise Harry together, he's the biggest mummy's boy. There is NO way Lily isn't his favourite parent. It's always 'where's mum?' 'If mummy was here-' 'I miss mummy' she pretends to feel bad for them both but secretly loves it

- James falls asleep ANYWHERE. It's not rare at all to find him curled up on the floor while sorting laundry or snoozing in the passenger seat on a short drive. He's also a very deep sleeper, so they'll just give him a little kiss on the head, take a photo for the growing collection there saving for his 50th birthday, and cover him with a blanket.

- James and Lily go to concerts together. It's one of their favourite types of date. James and Regulus go to the cinema (Lily got them into films and they have never looked back some) and Regulus and Lily adore going to the theatre. They all like going to museums together.

- for their first anniversary, Peter got them a little orange tree that everyone expected Lily to care for the most bc she'd always been really good in jerbologj so they're all surprised when it becomes Regulus' little baby with only the best fertiliser and plant food that he forces James to get whenever he passes through Diagon.

- Every morning Reg and Lily sit and do the sudoku together

- Whenever James spends time out of the country, he'll bring back something nice for each of his friends and partners (it's his love language!) he puts so much thought into into each one that sometimes he'll dedicate an entire day of the trip to finding the perfect gift for each person

[gilraina]

Sometimes when I browse the podfic tag I see posts like "I'd like to start making podfics, tell me what stories you'd like to see me podfic" and there's just something so weird about this to me? Imagine someone saying "I wanna get into making fanart, tell me what I should draw first", or "I'd like to try writing fanfic, give me ideas for stories". I know it's not a 1 to 1 comparison (and maybe it even happens sometimes, I dunno), but it just feels like such a backwards approach?

I started podficcing because I was reading a lot of fanfic and had so many fics I loved and wanted to try recording, either because I had an idea for what I wanted them to sound like when read out loud, or just wanted to experiment. Over the years I've had to tell multiple people that I don't take requests, or even commissions, because my to-pod list is already long and keeps expanding. Finding a good story, and reaching out to the author to get permission to record it, is all part of the process to me.

I don't know, maybe it just comes down to people being new to podfic and not fully understanding that part of fandom and its etiquette, but even so, my question is: if you don't know what stories you'd like to podfic, or it doesn't make a difference to you, to the point where your first instinct is to ask random strangers what they'd like you to record rather than to pick something yourself, then why would you even want to do it in the first place? Contrary to what some may believe, making a podfic is actually a lot of work (especially when you're new to it), and personally I just can't imagine putting all that work into something I'm not passionate about. And if you haven't even made a single podfic before, then how can anyone even give you a good suggestion, when they don't know yet what kinds of stories you gravitate towards, what would be the best match for your narration style, etc.?

Also, from the fic writers' perspective, I imagine there's a world of difference between

a) reaching out to the author for permission to podfic their fic, because you loved it so much that it inspired you to create something based on it

and

b) putting out a general "send me fics and (maybe) I'll record them" statement

One of those will get you a much more enthusiastic response from the writers than the other. Not to even mention that there are plenty of writers who have already given blanket permission for their fic to be podficced, and would love to get a surprise podfic of their story. If you're a podficcer or want to get into podficcing, I can't recommend using the Blanket Permission Highlighter extension enough. It highlights the names of AO3 authors who have given blanket permission for their works to be transformed, and allows you to filter the archive to only show works from authors who have BP statements.

If you'd like to try podficcing, but feel anxious about reaching out to authors to ask for permission, choosing a fic from an author who's already given that permission is a great place to start! Much better than announcing that you want to make podfics and waiting for people to reach out to you, I promise!

[chromotps]

You, answering my asks while sleep deprived: 👁👄👁

Me, sending asks, depriving myself of sleep: 👁👄👁

You suggesting the feather accessories made me think about Avian Hybrids!CoraLaw. Or, well, a Wings!AU.

- Cora has black swan wings and Doffy has flamingo wings (the only time I'll ever include this dude in my AUs. I avoid this mf cuz I'm starting to like him 😭). Idk what to give Law lmao–

- Cora's wings are huge. Like, 260cm/8'6ft. They're also waterproof, he uses them to cover the people from the rain.

- Law's wings are sensitive, so he doesn't like people touching them unless he gives them permission and consent to do so. Cora is an exception tho, Law even reaches out himself so Cora would touch them (No, Bepo isn't jealous. Of course he isn't.. whaaaat. He's totally okay with sharing his pseudo blanket with Cora..!!! That's a lie. Bepo is sulking in the corner while listening to Uta's songs).

- When it's Cora's time to moult in the summer, Law usually takes him flying when he wants/needs to. It's Law's favourite part of every summer, he gets to have Cora in his arms as he takes them flying. Law also helps toss out the old feathers, but some of them are gonna be used and turn into coats for the both of them.

- As you mentioned, feather accessories! I love those omg, thank you for suggesting them!! Cora has a single earring with Law's feather dangling from it. Law has a feather of Cora's attached to Kikoku and another as an earring.

- Law's wings are warmer than Cora's (that's the real reason why Bepo likes sleeping next to Law, trust me /j), so Cora likes to be the little spoon most of the time, just so he could feel Law's warm wings engulf him (they rarely spoon each other, they look like the type to sleep with their backs flat on the mattress). Law's wings are 210cm/6'10 ft, taller than himself when tucked in (Yes I did use the height comparison website on Google lmao).

(...Nah I'm not gonna give their wings width measurements, I'm too lazy for that and it's 5am)

- And because Cora's wings are huge, it makes him hard to stay balanced and upright. Falling means he starts panicking, panicking means his wings starts flailing, his wings flailing means knocking off whatever it is near him and slapping people in the face lol. He tries to tuck them in as close as possible.

I might expand this because I love it sm, but right now I ran out of ideas. You could add your own btw! My AUs are everyone's AUs xD. Enjoy and have a great day/night!

-S

!!!!! I miss Wing!AUs... They're so nostalgic...

(okay also total sidenote, I have the same thing with Doffy. I went from thinking he seemed cool when he was first introduced to being Big Mad at the sight of him, with him killing Cora and. all that. But I've grudgingly come back around to?? strangely liking him?? I just like when villains have a sense of style and totally commit to being completely unhinged... I'm still glad he got got, but he is a fun character. 😂)

I wish I knew more Bird Facts so I could give a suggestion for Law... all I can think of right now is some kind of hawk... ooo or maybe a vulture?

God, Law still being such a SIMP with his wings 😂 and letting Cora get near them.... (hahaha I see those Bepo cameos... man if I wasn't so down bad for Cora I would throw in more with the law/bepo crew. full respect there). Also Law putting a feather on Kikoku!!!!! Ohhhh the mental image of that is so good.... Like, Law subtly showing that Cora is part of the reason he fights....

Ahhh also thinking about Cora being so used to trying to make his wings as small as possible and not inconvenience anyone with them, but one time Law makes a point to take them somewhere with a wide, open space and ask to see them... Or Cora has to fly them somewhere for the first time while running from Marines/some group that's not worth staying and fighting. And Law is just!!! awed!! at the sight of them!!! I know clumsiness is part of Cora's charm, but based on that mission where he stole the op-op fruit, we know he can be really coordinated and stealthy when needed. So, like, when he finally makes full use of his wings, maybe he's one of the fastest/swiftest flyers Law has seen.

[sanchoyo]

Hi hi! (I didn't really know where to send this when I found your three blogs lol) But I came from your Shigaraki x Reader fic! "Warm Healer" :D I "devoured" it so quickly! I almost regret it, thinking I should've read slower but it was too good to not read it!! I really loved it, it's now my comfort fic <3 I honestly never thought I'd have a comfort fic one day because there are lots of good fics out there but yours? Damn it was good! I love how you write in general, It's so easy to read. And I don't mean it in a "baby easy" but I mean it as someone who's native language isn't English! I love imagining stuff in my head so you don't know how glad I was to be able to picture every scenes with so much ease! <3 I loved how you wrote MC-Chan/Reader, she's a lot like me to be honest and I could easily imagine myself in Warm Healer, even if she's braver than me lol I also love how you wrote Shigaraki, I don't know what else to say, it's just PERFECTION gdfghmjthnhgj Except the fact that I was picturing him with white hair oops xD But that's Horikoshi's fault lmao /joking

And I love how you wrote the other league members too, Dabi, Toga, Spinner, Compress, Twice, they're all so funny and/or cutie patooties! Himiko would be such a real bestie I know you wrote those AGES ago but I'd like to know if it's not too late to make fanart :3 There are two scenes that are engraved in my brain that I'd love to draw (+Tojiki!!) Tojiki seems to have a very cool design from the descriptions, so I would love to give it a try ^^ I would also like to know if I can keep some headcanons of Shiggy? Like, for example, the one where he likes jellyfishes, I really love that one it's so cute nvhgnhchcvbngv <3 Anywho! I loved it! Keep up the good work and thank you for making this fic! :D I really enjoyed it! Have a good day and take care! *Runs to read the other parts*

aaa sorry for any confusion with how many blogs I have (I have more than three actually lmao) its totally fine you sent it here!! my writing blog is @sanchoyowrites but I really only hop on there when I post something every few months so this is fine to send asks to, as well as over there :3

I'm so happy to hear that people can still enjoy it after all these years!! (I've been meaning to do a grammar correction sweep on it for years because I wrote it so long ago ;w;/ ) but I'm really relieved its an easy read despite any mistakes it might have ^_^ I never got overly descriptive with anything because I figured most people could fill in the blanks and imagine stuff about a scene in their mind so I love being right about that :D

MC-chan is braver than me too hahaha if I was in that situation I would've noped out and stayed at home (recluse reader/shigaraki when?? lmao) but I'm glad parts of her were still relatable!! she's a very 'do good recklessly' type character which I always enjoy writing <3

I like both him with dusty blue hair and the white hair. and the grey hair some people give him. all hair colors are Good hair colors on him because he is Cute <3

I'm happy you liked how I wrote the league too!! they get more screen time in the later parts of the series so I hope you continue to enjoy them :D

You can TOTALLY FOR SURE do any fanart omg!!! just tag me if you post it because I would LOVE to see any 🥺!! that would be so so cool but no pressure of course!

and yes anyone is free to yoink the little character details I added to shigaraki kjasdhfk that's very flattering, use those headcanons wherever you'd like (as far as i'm concerned the warm healer/ climats d'amour series is an open series anyone can use any parts of however they like!! anyone is free to carry those ideas over to other fics or art! I give everyone blanket permissions to do Whatever and treat it as you would public domain stuff <3)

Thank YOU so much for the kind message and letting me know you enjoyed it!! This was a really sweet message to wake up to, I appreciate you taking the time to write it out to me! I hope you also have a great day and enjoy the rest of the series!!!

[fandomgoesahhhhhhhhh]

Tangled The Series x Reader Headcanons

☀️Mama Bear Rapunzel☀️

Rapunzel x Parent Issues GN Reader(Platonically)

Yes, we heard of Big Sis Rapunzel, but what about Mother Figure Rapunzel?

Doesn’t matter what ages you are. If you have any kind of bad parents. She’ll be your non-official mother figure.

She’s that kind of mother figure that will check on you on a daily hours. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing. She’ll always make sure you’re doing ok and see if you need anything.

She’ll also make you any meals and snacks. And let me tell you. She is VERY good, since she probably cook her meals for 18 years. She’ll make your favorite foods whenever you have a bad day.

Mama Bear. That’s her nickname of the group. No jokes. If anyone tries to hurt you or any of her ‘children’..and yes Varian is her unofficial child. She will get in protective mode and use her fry pan on the person who harm you.

Like for example, if a bad person even tries to hurt you..she got mama sense..she KNOWS when you’re in danger..doesn’t matter where you are. She WILL find you and protect you..prays that the person already gone cause she’s gonna beat that person up.

Lullabies..LULLABIES! She is GOOOODDD at it. She doesn’t mind doing it every night. She want you and Varian and everyone else of her ‘bear children’ to be safe and sound. She’ll ask permission if she can rubs your back, head, or hair to comfort you. If you fall asleep during the lullaby. She doesn’t mind..if you fall asleep on her, she doesn’t mind. She’ll put the nearby blanket on you and fall asleep with you. And if you’re still asleep when she’s wake up. She won’t move til you wake up. She want to make sure that you know that she’s there whenever you need.

Free comfort for every children. Doesn’t matter what she’s doing. If she see you upset or get mama sense. She’ll comfort you right there and will give you the best advices she can give. Course, Pascal will be there and he’ll let you pet him to calm you down.

In conclusion, we need more Mama Bear and she will confront your bullcrap parents and scolds them for being bad parents. Mama Bear for number 1.

(Hope you like this. Sorry for the long wait post. Here’s some Tangled headcanons and tell me what ideas I should do next)

[chemdisaster]

decided i'd make an intro post because why not

i’m chemdisaster but you can call me whatever you want. any/all pronouns

i’m a writer who also sometimes draws

adlerthetranscender on ao3

pfp and header

fandoms:

hermitcraft

life series

amrev - historical, hamilton, 1776, turn, etc.

jesus christ superstar

good omens

newsies

i also have an amrev server with some cool channels and bots. anyone who wants to is welcome to come and hang out with us!

my special interest is emotions and human misery, which is why most of my ideas in any fandom are always centred around angst

asks are always open for art requests, ideas, ranting, what have you. but be aware that it might take me a bit to answer, as i've got a lot of things going on and want to give everything a decent response

dms are always open as well but be prepared for tone issues (am autistic)

blanket permission statement: since i've had quite a few people ask me this recently - if you want to create any kind of art based on an idea of mine, please feel free! there is no monopoly on art! the world needs more of it! do as you please!

i do ask that you tag me in it or send me a link - this is not required whatsoever, i just want to see all the beautiful things people come up with

some tags:

#prattledisaster for random rambling

#artdisaster for when the powers that be push me to draw

#worddisaster for when the devil on my shoulder urges me to write

#askdisaster for when the stars above bless me with an ask

#textdisaster for fandom-related text posts

#dongdisaster for song recs (yes with a d)

#gtws angst for scar angst

#smallishbeans angst for joel angst

#daily disaster joel is me challenging myself to draw a joel every day of 2024. if you want to, please feel free to send a request, as i am constantly running out of ideas

#chemdisaster for all things related to my sona and their lore (pretty please check it out it's so fun)

aus:

#bad boys best buds au is my bad boys modern au in which they are childhood friends and all grow up in the same town

#hotguy mindfuckery au is my au that i really need to make a proper post for instead of just dropping random bits here and there. here are the two posts that started it though - 1 2

#cat dad au is the au i got in the divorce, and mostly consists of random out-of-context fics because none of us ever bothered to make a masterpost

[total-drama-brainrot]

This might be really random, but I've read through your entire Alenoaheather-fake-dating-au-brainstorm post and it got me real inspired ngl. So I'm wondering if it'd be okay if I took inspiration from said post and the proposed plotlines to write a fanfic ?

For sure! Thanks for asking for my permission (and might I suggest also asking the lovely @perpetualexistence for her input as well), that's really considerate of you!

I'd like to make a blanket statement here that if anyone's interested in writing/creating content using my ideas I'm All For It, I'd say I give you 'my permission' but that sounds a bit too self-important for my tastes, so I'll just say you have my full support and my blessing do use my crazed ramblings as inspiration.

Also, I'd appreciate if you could tag me in whatever you end up writing! I'd love to read it!

[gringle-pringle]

What I wouldn’t give for a How to Train Your Dragon Au wherein Stoick from the past ended up in the same timeline as future hiccup wherein he and adult hiccup get captured by dragon hunters and put in a “fight to the death against dragons” arena wherein day 1 is spent fighting against whispering deaths that stoick’s ok killing and hiccup feels sympathetic for and concedes to fighting them only because it might put them out of their misery and can’t let his dad be killed.

Then there’s the night in the cells after their victory in scaring off the dragons and Stoick’s all proud, “my son! One day a dragon killer, I can’t believe it” to which hiccup sees his dad happy and alive and he… he has to tell him and be honest. Stoick goes through a whole span of emotions in a few minutes, but hiccup fills him in on the future, but Stoick doesn’t believe it. There’s no way. There’s like a whole convo about how “dad, you need to trust me if we’re gonna make it out of here alive.” So with reluctance stoick’s like “ok. What do we need to do?”

Jeering from the guards told them they’d be up against monsterous nightmares, hiccup concocts a plan. We try taming them into not fighting us, We collect their gel, and then later tonight we can use it to bust out of here. The bars are made of iron, but we’re only need a little bit to melt the lock, I can scrape my peg leg against the stone to create the sparks to light it. I’ll collect as much gel as I can if you can distract them, we’ll need it if we want to save my friend, toothless who was also captured

“toothless? What kinda name is that?” Stoick asks. “Well I suppose you’ll find out soon enough”

Bam. Arena style where they battle the dragons. The crowd gets annoyed after hiccup tames the dragons, stoick’s like “what the hell? That actually worked” bam. They get thrown back into their cells because their captors are pissed they won.

Cue an escape, “you forgot to mention the toothless is a bloody dragon, son?!??” “Yeah, well you didn’t seem too on board with anything to do with dragons. Now might be a good time to tell you this is the only way we’re getting off this island, let’s go.” Then they bust outta there, and.. that’s about as far as I got. Anyone wishing to steal this idea is free to do so and you have blanket permission as long as you let me read it afterwards 🥺

[spacetrashpile]

ok so i wanna shout into the void about the life series idea my brain gave me at like 2 AM last night.

we borrow the random lives mechanic from last life, as well as the life giving mechanic.

everyone gets randomly assigned x number of lives, probably somewhere between 2-6 again but it doesn’t super matter. all that matters is everyone knows how many lives everyone CAN get.

everyone gets randomly assigned their number of lives, but they don’t get a name color. instead, everyone’s names stay white, and you know only how many lives you have for certain. of course everyone CAN tell other people how many lives they have, but there’s no way to confirm what other people tell you.

there’s no boogeyman, and the killing rules technically stay the same as third and last life, but because no one knows anyone’s colors- not even when they go red- there’s no way to call someone on it. you just have to trust they’re playing by the rules (everyone’s been pretty good about this in the past, and none of them are actively malicious. plus kills would have to be limited until you died at least once, because you can’t start red).

the biggest intrigue of this season (to me at least) would be the life giving mechanic. giving a life would be the easiest way to reassure someone you were telling them the truth, because you must be CONFIDENT in yourself in order to do it, but it also requires you to trust them. this is a season that requires so much trust that is sometimes quite difficult to get in the life series. i think it would leave everyone walking on weird alliances and eggshells, like an even tenser version of the yellow truce in limited life.

the biggest problem here would be spoilers from the fandom. it would be ridiculous to expect people to not touch their comments or fandoms or what have you for weeks to avoid spoilers. so here would be my proposal to stop that: instead of filming a session each week and putting it out in the same week, all of the sessions are recorded in one period of time, however long that takes, and start coming out once a week once the game is done. this would probably help solve some scheduling issues the life series tends to have to- if there’s no weekly timeline, they can film whenever everyone is free. and it would give people more time to edit their episodes! it would just generally give everyone a lot more grace.

and the OTHER thing: this would be a stupidly easy way to avoid nameMC spoilers, which it seems ccs are either becoming more aware of or more annoyed by lately. not only would people not necessarily be looking (necessarily. i won’t say i don’t stalk nameMC outside of series sometimes just to see what everyone’s up to, lol.) but skins would also be a spoiler to your fellow players! i mean, sure, you COULD change your skin to try and reassure other people, but no one would know if you were being truthful, and even if you were, is that necessarily the best strategy? don’t want to put a target on your back by broadcasting such a secret.

idk what this one would be called, maybe false life or secret life or something, but i genuinely think it would be super cool. like obviously i don’t expect this to be a thing we ever see cause i’m just a guy shouting into the void of my tumblr, but i know people predicted last and double life before they happened, maybe grian’s got a secret tumblr and is looking for ideas. if that is the case i give you blanket permission to use this lol.

[willow-lark]

Dude ong i just read your birthdaygate ficlet and i just—AJSJDKFNCKDLDLEKEFKFV

If you would be willing to share whatever outline you have in your head, you would, like, have my undying loyalty. Bc OMG. I—I freakin’ LOVE what you have written so far j can’t. And not being anle to write the whole long fic is such a mood—there are. So many outlines for fics in my google docs. That i simply cannot write.

So like. I love and adore outlines/concepts/plans for fics-that-could’ve-been, they are my JAM, and i would love to read yours.

Thank you for sharing this ficlet with us!

omg i am HONORED that ppl are interested in my fic idea?? you're all so kind omg y'all this means so much to me i am hugging all of you so hard rn. 🥺💖🫂 also i'm gonna put some of this under a readmore cause it's kind of long. also i put this at the end of my ficlet but idk how much of this i will actually write so everybody has my blanket permission to add onto/do anything w this that they want :))

ok! so! in my head birthdaygate goes something like this:

of course, everyone forgets will's birthday in 1986. will says nothing. this continues when the cali and russia gangs get to hawkins. will is just kind of there. he helps out at the crisis center at hawkins high, visits el at the cabin, but every time he walks into a room people's eyes glaze over him kind of like he's not there. though both he and jonathan are staying at the wheelers, mrs w starts forgetting a place for him. jonathan forgets to get will up and leaves without him in the mornings. mike doesn't speak to him. and, constantly, there's a voice in will's head (vecna) telling him Come home. They don't want you.

and... will listens. he intends to go to the upside-down and fight vecna on his own, while going through an unhealthy amount of self-deprecation and self-hatred (à la my recent series). into the upside down he goes, but it's a futile hunt, and he ends up trapped there, tormented and hunted at every turn.

meanwhile, everyone else's minds just kind of fuzz over when it comes to will. when it comes to things that involve him in their memories, he's either erased or the memory is rewritten with some other explanation. for example: why the party was out in the woods when they met el. why jonathan was taking pictures of the steve's backyard. the entirety of s2. why the UD is stuck on nov 6, 1983. you get the gist. the others spend the next two and a half years struggling against vecna, and meanwhile will languishes in the upside-down.

that is, until stoncy embark on some sort of reconnaissance mission (this is where my ficlet comes in) and run into him in the upside down. on will's end, it becomes apparent very quickly they have no idea who he is, and on their end they r adamantly NOT going to leave someone in the UD to die. so, they take him out with them and call a meeting at the cabin.

of course, mike does not trust this kid (what if he's a spy??) very much like lucas with el in s1. lucas somewhat agrees with him, but acknowledges that it turned out well when he gave el a chance, so he's ready to do that here, and besides he'll do anything to help get max out of her coma. the others have more of lucas's mindset. plus, will can give them intel about the UD that they don't have.

meanwhile will is struggling. there's the angst-fest of him being surrounded by all the people he loves and none of them know and they're all kind of wary of him and he can't say anything, plus he's trying not to give away to anyone that he actually knows things about them and about all the upside-down ish that's happened in previous years. this does make him act kind of sus at times.

mike is determined to not trust him, but will literally gives him déjà vu every other second. at one point they r in mike's room for some reason and he has The Painting up on the wall and will does a double-take and mike's like. isn't it awesome??? my (ex)girlfriend had it commissioned for me but i still keep it up bc it's of all my friends plus i think the person that painted it is THE best artist in the world. will is like. oh. who painted it. and mike's brain like. flatlines and he changes the subject (You're the heart, a voice whispers to him, one that he can't quite place).

there are also similar scenes with the byers fam and the rest of the party. there's this one scene in s1e1 the morning after will goes missing where joyce comes out and like. says hi to jonathan who's cooking breakfast and then goes to ruffle will's hair but he's not there and the same thing happens but will IS there this time and joyce's brain short-circuits a little bit

and there's one scene where they give will a walkman to guard against being vecnaed and ask what his favorite song is and he's like "should i stay or should i go" bc DUH and jonathan's like "excellent taste" and will just says "thanks, i got it from my older brother."  all aboard the angst train choo fuckin choo!!

anyways thanks to will's intel the whole squad suits up to head into the upside down. will maps it out for them (vecna's got a vine hub thing in the UD similar to s2 which is his new base of operations since he moved out of creel house). and thus we have my sword mike + bow and arrows lucas + nail bat dustin + gun will agenda. el is off with hop and nancy and whoever heading in to fight vecna or whatever. so now we have the core four og party in their little pod to complete their mission. they r armed with the weapons above but also like. molotov cocktails n lighters n shit too. but they r surrounded by a shit ton of demodogs about to eat them and d'art isn't here this time for dustin to take advantage of his bond with. OHHH SHITTT what r they gonna do???? dustin wants to hunker down and stay on the defense (Cast protection!). lucas wants to light them up (Fireball him!) and mike (still slightly distrusting, waiting for will to prove himself), demands that (since will's the one who spent two and a half years here) he lead the party in what to do (Will, your action!). and will decides that they need to fireball these mother fuckers. this time, it's like they each rolled a nat 20 and the demodogs are decimated.

now the party moves on to provide backup for the el v. vecna showdown. vecna hones in on will. Come home again, William? I knew you would. but el and will have this absolutely epic banging team-up and take him DOWN. vecna dies. el, exhausted, staggers back. will goes unconscious and falls to the ground. all of the memories that vecna was hoarding about will are released now that he's dead, and everyone remembers. (max jolts awake in the hospital.) 

i have this very distinct image of the party getting their memories back. they're standing there injured and exhausted and then it dawns on them and in TOTAL UNISON they're like. WILL.

later, will wakes up in the hospital to his mom petting his hair and his brother crying and the party runs in and it's very s1 reunion except they're all crying way more and apologizing and (only a tiny bit) mad at will for not saying anything. also idk the specific logistics but byler goes endgame ofc. and there we have a VERY happy ending!!! yay!!! 

[stealingyourbones]

@welcometosasakiworld ok bet. Also just to reiterate for literally anyone who uses any of my ideas: blanket permission on literally everything I write that you’re free to take an idea and run with it. All I ask is to be informed that it was written so I can read it. If anyone wants to take just an individual idea from the thing I write here, you’re free to use that by itself as well :D

Also for anyone else who does this for other prompts that I have made and is truly genuine about writing a fic, I’m truly down to help write more ideas that expand on the initial one and help get the inspiration flowing! (Please actually be planning to write a fic tho bc I’d rather not have to write like 50 of these and only have 2 have an end product ya know? I don’t mind how long it is I would just prefer something in response rather than silence.)

- Damian now has a core. Is there an implication or possible issues with suddenly getting a core? Probably. He might get incredibly sick for a few weeks, he might just be perfectly fine, he might have issues controlling his ghostly abilities.

- Damian now gets pit rage (at least initially. He just gained a lot of power very quickly and he’s adjusting to his new cores flare ups and emotions)of this and this scares the shit out of Jason. He thinks he’s infecting people.

- Fright Knight simply prefers a sword in combat. The Soul Shredder can actually turn into literally any weapon or item that the owner wills it to turn into, as long as the item would be useful to protect their King, it could transform into it. Sword, shield, grappling gun Lance, rifle, you name it dude. Offensive, defensive, ranged, or martial, Genuinely endless possibilities. Imagine a Lantern ring but it’s a physical object that can only be used for combat based situations.

- The Soul Shredder also always returns back to the owner at will. Percy Jackson’s Riptide or Thor’s Hammer style type deal.

- Damian now has a sick as fuck set of ghostly armor that can just appear on him at will.

- Damian unknowingly now has a very high role in the ghost community, so much so that he can command ghosts below him to do his bidding. Literally every hero that has ever been revived falls under this category. Including: Batman, Superman, every Batfam member besides Duke and Tim, every fucking Flash to ever exist (only bc of technicality of time stream fuckery), and so many more. Anything from making them tell the truth, making them do an action/task, or forcing them to use their powers. Literally anything if it’s justified for the Ghost King’s safety and better health.

- the Fright Knight can step in for the Ghost King during a summoning since they are the second in command and they are there to help delegate the Ghost Kings responsibility. Damian could be summoned by a random person, the Batfam, League, summoning and just so happened to have a hero in the area, etc. is Damian already dead? Then getting summoned would give other heroes quite a shock. Is Damian alive? Well same thing but a tad less devastating.

- yeah the Batfamily really think something’s wrong with Damian. Their kid is acting really odd and they want to genuinely help. Alternative ideas:

- 1.) Damian is dead and they aren’t aware.

- 2.) Damian is alive and they’re comically oblivious to these changes happening to Damian

- 3.) Damian gradually becomes more and more eldritchy and inhuman and-

- 3a.) the batfamily think something’s genuinely wrong an try to fix/stop whatever is happening

-3b.) the batfamily just think that it’s because of his exposure to the Lazarus pit as a kid and kind of accept it and don’t think of anything wrong. Sure it’s concerning, but Damian isn’t worried.

- 4.) Damian isn’t really thought about much and the batfamily is completely oblivious to all of this.

Short DPXDC Prompts #488

The title Fright Knight is passed down to Damian Wayne. Sword and all. 

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Rules & Guidelines

Rules & Guidelines

HP Bodice Ripper Fest is here to celebrate the romance novel. We are focused on Drarry and HP femslash. Give us your steamiest, cheesiest, most dramatic and heart-rending romance! 

We want your pirate Drarry, queen Pansy and her fiery knight Ginny, Lavender swooning into the arms of Parvati. Umbridge/McGonagall enemies to lovers anyone? Ever wanted to write about lusty Veela Draco and his mate, Lily getting absolutely railed or Dorcas living out her cottagecore dreams with the woman she loves? This is your chance. A ripped bodice with a binder underneath? Yes, please! 

You always wanted to illustrate an existing fic in romance novel style? Here is your chance! Collaborate and create a steamy romance and a swoon worthy cover? Embroider your romantic ideas! You know the perfect romantic fic and want to record it? Yes yes yes!

Go wild! If you can imagine it, we want it.

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last update: 01.07.2023

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Start date: 13. March 2023 End date: 1. April 2023

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