#also i did have a pretty good idea of what i wanted for once

[mimipolo]

hey :) could you do a nam-gyu fic where thanos is flirting/put claim on the reader, but she clearly like nam-gyu more. just him dealing with his attraction for her, but still trying to be on thanos' good side

Nam-gyu x reader

I don't know if I did this right I had like five different ideas for how it could pan out so I hope this is alright

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You were content with the idea of completely ignoring Thanos, his odd claims and even weirder way of flirting. Sure, it was fairly entertaining but it wasn't something you planned to put up with for long.

That was until he walked up to your bunk with a friend in towe. A friend that immediately caught your eye.

"Ayy Senorita!" He draws out in his usual musical tone, behind him a man that looked uninterested, perhaps even annoyed to be there making you grin slightly.

"Aren't ya gonna come down." A whiney voice calls up to you, his face pulling into a frown as he crossed his arms.

"Dude, this a waste of time let's just go." He's still behind Thanos, a hand already on his shoulder, nudging him slightly, hoping to convince him to turn back, and as his gaze went from him to you he stops. The eye contact he made with you was so undeniable you actually looked at the rapper directly for once, startled by how your heart suddenly raced.

"I think I'll stay and eat up here...thanks though." Your refusal immediately has him grumbling as he dramatically pivots to walk away. But his friend hangs back a small moment longer, the brief acknowledgement held a value only you two could fathom.

"Come on Nam-su we outt." Thanos drawls lazily, his arms in his pockets as he swayed from side to side.

"Nam-gyu..." He sighs defeatedly, it was pretty clear this wasn't the first time and likely wouldn't be the last time he'd have to correct the rapper of his name.

Nam-gyu huh? You wouldn't like to admit it but you kept the name close to your mind, maybe he'd favour you for remembering it. Which was a weird thought to have for someone you hadn't actually properly met yet.

You hoped to though.

And he did too, when Thanos was insistent on getting you to eat with them he was almost instantly irritated. Why? What was the point of that? From the beginning he wasn't a fan of any distractions that could lead Thanos away from him, it was inconvenient and if he wanted to win he needed both their focus on that damn cash prize.

What he hadn't prepared for was the you. You who Thanos had miraculously spotted among all the bland people in this weird murder game. And he would never admit it, especially not to him that he understood why he was so hooked on you.

And with that came a jealousy. A deep, seething jealousy that came from nowhere. Now he was frustrated with himself, Thanos and you. And the worst of it all is him actually being just as bummed you didn't come down to eat with them.

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From then on there was this tense love triangle between the three of you which Thanos held no part in. You had no intention of making it clear to the man you weren't interested, first of all: it'd be too much of a hassle, and second because of his favour you've been able to survive games you probably wouldn't have. So you'd put up with him, no big deal.

The only thing, no, person making this harder was Nam-gyu. He was also seemingly smart enough to judge it's best to not make any big move as you were both benefitting from being close to Thanos. But it was painfully clear his attention was always on you, his eyes only snapping back alive at the mention of your name during the moments Thanos seems to talk forever. Having to tip toe around the unspoken attraction towards each other was fine by you, exhilarating even. But you're really starting to wonder if Thanos really can't notice when you and the longer haired man only glance between each other whenever he flirts with you.

Apparently the small amused smiles and prolonged eye contact wasn't enough for Nam-gyu. This could end badly if he was caught but he couldn't care less at this point, this whole time it's just felt like the two of you were saying a million things while saying nothing at all. And he'd actually be damned if he let Thanos hold him back from talking to you. He believed you felt the same, it's not just anyone that looks at him so fondly and sees him as an individual. You saw him like he was someone familiar and when he lies awake, he's convinced that's why he's so drawn to you.

Which is also why he's sneaking to see you during lights out. Was this a good idea?

Probably not.

But he'd already climbed past a snoring Avengers threat so he might as well see it through. He sucked in his breath harshly when he heard the familiar snoring pattern pause when he finally made it to the ground. His heart only relaxing when it fell back into rythmn. Not that he was too worried though, he had thousands of excuses on the tip of his tongue. A benefit that came with being a pathological liar.

He is oddly greatful that the majority of the people that were on your bunk had died, the only remaining players being two beds above yours. Meaning he didn't need to sweat about not waking anyone on his way up. As he begins climbing he draws to a question. What if you're not even awake? Even worse what if you are or he wakes you up and you think he's some weirdo. He physically shakes the thought away as he continues his ascent, he just needed to see you, then he'd go back.

It was odd being able to see you so up close, watching the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. Seeing you like this calmed him down and made him want to fall asleep himself.

He freezes when you shift and his hair brushes your nose, your face scrunching up as you waft away the unwanted texture with a groggy hand. Eyes squinting open to see a stunned Nam-gyu instead of a stray price of fluff from your pillow.

What, is he doing here?

You gasp sharply, immediately sitting up and accidentally banging your head against the bed above you in your rush. He's quietly shushing you as you hold your head in whine in pain. You only look back at him when the pain has slightly subsided, hissing one last time before tear pricked eyes meet his.

"The hell are you doing here?"

"Can't I come to see you?" You squint at his words, they pissed you off, obviously he could but you were literally sleeping?

"You came to watch me sleep?" You ask sarcastically, grinning knowingly as he groaned and rolled his eyes.

Seeing as you weren't entirely put off by his night visit he crawls onto your bed fully, catching you a bit off guard but you make no objection against it which makes him strangely glad.

"Thanos isn't any good, you shouldn't be with him." He says bitterly, when you don't say anything immediately after he looks away from you and runs his hair behind his ears.

"...And you're saying you are?" you say with the slight raise of your brow.

You were just fucking around you already liked him more from the moment you saw him. Long disobedient hair and an angular face and a surprisingly sharp tongue when provoked. Ticking most of your boxes, you just wanted to see how he'd respond.

"Nah... but I could be better, than him at least." He says with a small huff which makes you laugh slightly, and he immediately notes he's never heard it before.

"I'll see you to that." Your words make his heart seize up but in the way when he's won when he didn't expect to. The carefree act he had going was going to crumble if you kept being so casual with him.

It's only now he feels the tensity of the situation, sitting in your bed in an area mostly secluded. He was actually feeling nervous being around you without Thanos there as some barrier to the two of you. You're looking at him expectantly as if waiting for him to make some smart ass response but you're so pretty right now. Your eyes on him and him alone. He's keeping quiet because if he spoke as he was now... he couldn't promise he wouldn't immediately embarass himself.

Instead he looks between you and the wall, his eyes scanning your face each time before he looked away. Despite the chaos of feelings reeling from inside him his face was mostly unreadable. The only thing telling you anything was his jaw tightening and loosening, maybe chewing the inside of his cheek.

You tilt your head to see if he'd look at you if you were more in his line of view but he only locked eyes with you for a moment before looking up.

He was nervous?

The thought made your chest swell even though you knew he was probably just deep in thought. Either way your fighting back a smile as you take his face in your hands and place a soft kiss on his lips. It was honestly amazing how he came back to reality from the contact. Staring at you with wide confused eyes as if questioning why you would even do that.

And when you start to laugh to yourself quietly he's chuckling flustered beside you. His lips pursed tight to not let the grin on his face appear, but his feelings were clear in the new softness in his eyes.

Nodding lightly like he's fully savoured your presence he's manoeuvring himself to leave your bed, giving the underside of your knee a light squeeze before settling on the ladder.

"G'night..."

"Night Nam-gyu."

The first genuine smile of the night freely slips onto his face, making your own smile appear before he's making his descent back down. Grinning to himself like an idiot all the way back to his bed because he managed to get the girl Thanos saw first.

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Ever since then it's been this mutual joke between you two. You're holding back a snicker as Thanos serenades you because Nam-gyu's right behind him rolling his eyes and mocking him.

Nightly routines of him visiting your bed comforted you on those nights you couldn't will yourself to sleep. There's been more than one occasion he's stayed the night and forgot to go back to his bed and when questioned about where he was so early in the morning it's always "Needed to piss". He's glancing back at you accusingly as if you forced him to stay (you asked repeatedly very nicely.)

I love him sm I'm gonna cook him into a lasagna.

[uluvjay]

New look- K. Dach

Kirby Dach x fem! Reader

In which Kirby comes home sporting a new look and you can’t keep your hands to yourself!

Warnings?: SMUT, road head (unsafe but this is fictional!), reader takes off seatbelt (I do not support if you are in a REAL car), oral m receiving, kissing, cursing, hair pulling, sorry if I missed any errors!

You hadn’t thought twice when Kirby gave you a kiss and said he was going for a haircut, you kissed him back and reminded him to be home in time for your dinner reservations.

An hour and a half later you were seated at your vanity when you heard the door open and arms soon wrap around you while Kirby’s head tucked into your neck.

You could feel the tickle of his scruff the trimmed hair leaving a delicious tingle behind as you pulled away to greet him properly.

“Hi bab-your hair, what did you do to it?” You cut yourself off noticing the usually styled and slicked back locks were loosely placed on his forehead and relaxed.

“I trimmed it but he was out of the gel I like so I just said I’d style it at home.” He shrugged.

“Don’t” you rushed out, cheeks heating as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why?” He smirked.

“I-I like it, looks good like that.” You blushed even darker from being put on the spot.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm”

With a shrug and a nod of his head Kirby pulled away placing a kiss to your head before he disappeared into the walk in closet thoughts running through his mind.

You however sat there with a dull throb beginning between your legs, if there was one thing you loved on Kirby it was his messy hair. Something about the way it looked after your fingers were tangled in it all night or how it fell perfectly on lazy days at home when he used no product.

You knew keeping your hands to yourself tonight would be a struggle especially since Kirby always requested a private booth at the restaurant where no prying eyes could be on the two of you.

Soon the both of you were dressed and heading out the door, Kirby’s dark green sweatshirt hugging his toned arms just right.

He made sure to walk behind you on the way to the elevator to grab a sight at the way your ass looked in your skirt, the tight material hugging it in just the right spots.

He couldn’t help himself from slapping the curve of your ass as he opened the door of his G-wagon for you.

“Kirby!” You scolded but the smile on your face showed you didn’t really mind.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t help myself.” He teased before shutting your door and rounding the car to get in on his own side.

The feeling was mutual it took everything in your body not to lock him in the bedroom and say fuck the reservations when he walked out of the closet in that damn sweater, his expensive cologne filling your senses, the watch you bought him for his birthday sitting pretty on his wrist.

You both behaved on the way to the restaurant light conversation filling the car as he told you about all the prep the team had planned before their long road trip coming up.

Once you two got into the restaurant the host was quick to guide you to your usual booth in the far back of the restaurant away from the normal restaurant.

Kirby slid in first and you quickly followed both of you looking over the menu despite already having a good idea of what you wanted.

It was kinda cheesy to some people that you two went to the same restaurant for date nights a lot but it had became a part of your routine and when the foods that good, nothing beats it.

“So Rob thinks I need to dye my beard.” He spoke up.

“Why?” You questioned confused as to why his Barber would suggest that.

“When he was trimming my beard he said the parts around my mouth are lighter than the rest, like they’d been bleached or something.” He smirked.

“Oh my god.” You were positive you were as red as a fire truck, humiliation, embarrassment, but also amusement flowing through your bones.

“He didn’t ask why did he?” You cringed.

“No and I acted clueless, didn’t really wanna tell the guy it’s from eating my girlfriend out a lot.” He laughed.

Your hands flew to cover your face as a soft laugh fell from you as well, “That’s awful Kirby.”

“Hey at least he didn’t know what it was from.” He shrugged.

You looked up at him to find him already staring at your with a look of pure amusement, however the curls on his forehead once again caught your attention.

His polished but messy hair look really doing numbers for you, and that familiar throb was back between your thighs.

“What?” He asked, his own cheeks turning red from your heated stare.

“Nothing, just admiring how handsome you are.” You smiled leaning up to kiss his jaw softly before returning to your menu.

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The rest of dinner went teasingly well, Kirby’s hand lingering high on your thigh his thick fingers occasionally slipping under the material of your skirt earning him soft gasps here and there.

But you didn’t let his actions go without consequences as your own hand rested on his thigh, manicured nails scratching against the inside of his denim covered thighs.

Needless to say by the time you two were standing to make it to the car you were praying you didn’t have a wet spot on your skirt and Kirby’s was adjusting his jeans the best he could to hide his bulge.

However your games didn’t end in the car your hand quickly resumed its spot on his thigh however this time it rested right below where he needed you most.

Kirby could feel his breathing hitch every time one of your nails inched a tiny bit higher doing his absolute best not to thrust up into your touch.

“Baby?” He spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to move your hand or I’m gonna cum before we even make it home.” He panted.

You looked over at him heat flowing taking over your body at the sight of his flushed face, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight they were white.

Taking false pity on the man you moved your hand down just a bit using the other to unbuckle your seat belt.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Just stay still and pay attention to the road Kirby” you instructed.

You noticed you were about ten minutes from home and that’s exactly what you needed to get what you wanted from him.

Reaching over you unbuttoned his jeans before pulling down the zipper, Kirby lifted his hips out of instinct to help get the material down enough for his cock to spring free.

“Oh fuck” he gasped feeling your cold hand wrap around the base of his cock before you stoked him slowly.

Kirby thought he was going to explode at the feeling of your lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses on the tip of his cock venturing as far down as you could before you returned to the tip.

This time your tongue poked out to slowly circle the tip, moving deliberately slow earning a deep sigh from the man above you.

He drops one of his hands from the steering wheel to tangle in your styled hair and when he pulls on the roots just enough to tell you to knock your shit off your mouth swallows him.

Your movements are hungry and desperate, your hand still wrapped around his cock moving in sync with your mouth squeezing the base just the way he likes.

Kirby was doing his best to keep his eyes open and focus on the road ahead, his chest heaving in and out as his soft grunts of pleasure filled the car.

Thank god for tinted Windows the Canadian thought.

“Fuck baby, getting close” he panted.

He laughed softly as you gave him a thumbs up but it was quickly cut off when he felt your lips back on the head of his cock.

His sounds grow louder as your mouth drops back down, wet mouth moving with hunger as your hand follows right behind with a tight hold.

Kirby doesn’t mean to but he pulls your hair hard enough to guide a moan out of your throat and the simple vibration of your throat is what sends the man over the edge.

“I’m coming.” He chokes out in a warning.

He groans loudly from the pleasure flooding his body his body heaving as you continue to stroke him through his high, only coming back up once you know he’s done coming.

And right as you sit back in your seat he’s pulling into his reserved spot in the parking garage.

“What in the hell was that?” He smiled over at you with a look of shock.

“Couldn’t help myself, you looked too good over there.” You smirked.

He shook his head before moving to tuck himself back into his jeans, getting out of the car he moved to your side and opened the door for you.

Pushing you against the cold doors he dipped his head down he made sure he was eye to eye before speaking up.

“You get a head start, I want you in nothing but your bra and panties when I get up there.” He instructed handing you the keys to the apartment before stepping back.

He laid a swat to your ass and with that you were off and running for the elevator.

Needless to say neither of you got much sleep that night and neither did the neighbors next door.

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[skimmingmilk]

imagine being tails’ parents and you leave him to die when he’s two and a few years later he’s a world renowned hero. do they ever try to “reconnect”

Tails's parents absolutely blew it. In the words of Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman":

Except they wouldn't have been good parents for Tails anyway. Sure he wouldn't have the abandonment issues he has today, but he'd have grown up feeling unloved and unwanted nonetheless. Sonic is the family he was meant to have. I like to think their paths would've crossed even if Tails hadn't been abandoned, but it would've been much harder for Sonic to kidnap a kid that was still living with his parents xD

In regards to the Prowers ever reaching out... no, I don't think so. What they did was criminal. Not only did they abandon their child - with the intention that he would die on a deserted island - but they also claimed that he did die. They had a funeral. There is an empty casket buried on the island where they live. To admit that he's their long-lost son would be admitting that they staged their two-year-old's death. Unless they claimed he was kidnapped and that they were never shown the body after they were told he "died" from his genetic mutation. In my mind, they are a family with a considerable amount of status and influence on the island they're from, but even so... once Sonic the Hedgehog's involved, I don't know how much they could conceivably get away with. No, they just pretend he's entirely unrelated to them. A cruel coincidence. They ignore any mention of Miles "Tails" Prower or Sonic the Hedgehog in the news.

They're lucky Tails also doesn't want to draw attention to them. If their paths ever cross, Tails wouldn't say anything either. His guardianship is dependent on his parents not contesting it. They wouldn't win a court case, most likely, but Tails isn't about to open that can of worms when he's got all he wants and needs in Sonic.

I do like toying with the idea that the Prowers quietly take out a hit on Tails once they find out he's alive though. I feel like it'd be a fun way to incorporate Fang, maybe. They would rather silence him forever than reunite with him. To them, he's just a physical reminder of their shame.

Thanks for the ask!

[lalavenderangel]

Mirror - Nicholas Alexander Chavez x Fem!Reader

a/n: okay, to hold you over until i finish part two of GF Nick here’s this quick little fic i did, enjoy!

summary: Nick was over at your place one day when an idea sparked in his mind as he looked at your mirror thus creating a little fantasy in his head that he couldn’t wait to try.

warnings: 18+!! smut smut smut! the smallest amount of plot, fingering, slight degrading if you squint, lots of praise, overstimulation, slight innocence kink mentioned, the smallest bit of dacryphilia again if you squint, and some sweet aftercare in the end. if i missed anything please let me know!

word count: 2.1k (sorry it’s short)

When Nicholas first brought it up, you were a bit hesitant, never doing anything like this before. Granted, before you and Nicholas got together you hadn’t done much. You wouldn’t say you were vanilla or anything like that, you just didn’t do much when it came to having sex. Nicholas on the other hand, he’s dipped his toe in quite a few things when it came to sex, nothing super intense or anything like that but he explored kinks until he found the ones he enjoyed the most and the things he really enjoyed doing with/to a partner. He honestly had been thinking about this for a couple weeks now, wondering how he was going to approach you about it.

He knew you were still a bit shy around him which honestly made him more attracted to you oddly enough which Nick then just threw that under the belt of his kinks, innocence. Though he knew you weren’t when you guys first hooked up which actually surprised him seeing as you were so shy and quiet but man when guys got into the bedroom he saw a whole new side to you and he was instantly addicted. But there was more, he knew there was and he wanted to slowly open you up to more than you already knew. So finally he approached you about his idea.

“So you want me to sit in front of my mirror over there, with you behind me and watch myself as you pleasure me?” You asked softly and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, I mean, don’t you want to see how you look when you feel good?” He asked, licking his lips slightly as he painted the image in his head himself. You could see from the look in his eyes that he was really determined to do this, and well you couldn’t deny yourself the idea did intrigue you. “But hey, look, I know how you are so please don’t do this because of me okay? I want you to do this for yourself more than anything.” He says and you nod your head.

“I want to, I promise.” You say smiling at him.

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile.

“Yeah.” You say, also smiling.

And that’s how you’re now sitting on the floor of your bedroom, sitting on your favorite plush blanket, legs forced open by Nicholas’s, fully bare as you sit in front of your mirror as Nick’s hands tease your body and make you wet.

“Look at how your body reacts to me baby, just the slightest touch of my hands has you all whiny and needy, it's a bit pathetic if you ask me.” At his degrading words you let out another breathy whine and he smirks. “See what I mean. I haven’t even got to the best part yet.”

“Nick.” You breathe out as you lean your head back on his shoulder and look at him with half-lidded eyes. He wasn’t wrong, he wasn’t even anywhere near your pussy and yet here you were, a mess in his arms. He gropes your breasts once again, brushing his thumb over the hardened peaks before this time pinching them in a painful yet pleasurable way that had you letting out a soft cry.

“So sensitive, too much?” He always checked in here and there even as he dommed you.

“No, promise.” You whisper.

“Good girl, thank you for telling me.” He tugs at your nipples a little before he slides his hands down your body. “Lift your head, doll, how are you going to see what I do if you’re too busy looking at me hmm?”

“But you’re so pretty to look at.” You mumble making Nicholas chuckle before he gently grabs your chin and guides your head down until you’re looking in the mirror.

“Watch, just relax and watch for me.” He breathes out as his hand continues to slide down your body. He teases your inner thighs, near your pussy, with feather light circles loving the soft whines that leave your mouth as he teases you just a bit more.

“No more teasing Nick, please.” You whine and he coos a little before he spreads you open, groaning at the sight in the mirror.

“Look at how soaked you are baby, fuck.” He moves his middle finger to your clit and starts rubbing soft, small circles into your clit causing you to let out a little soft cry of relief as he finally makes contact and he laughs a little. “I know, I know, you have been so patient. It’s like a little reward for your behavior huh?” He whispers in your ear a slight amused smile on his face. You nod your head, your eyes fluttering a little making him stop.

“No!” You whine.

“You need to keep your eyes open, that’s the main part of this pretty girl, come on, I know you can.” He nips at your earlobe and your body trembles a little. You open your eyes a little more and look into the mirror watching as Nicholas continues to toy with your clit making you let out breathy moans that only get louder as he begins to slowly add pressure. You didn’t think you would like this, seeing yourself open like this as you’re a bit insecure but something about it was just so fucking hot. After rubbing your clit for a good minute he finally slips two fingers into you making you moan loudly, almost tipping your head back but Nicholas took his free hand and gripped your hair tightly as he kept your head in place stopping the thrusts of his fingers.

“There now you can’t look away, just don’t close your eyes or you won’t be able to cum, understand?” He whispers and you nod your head. “Words, doll come on, I know you know better, do you understand?”

“I understand.” You breathe out.

“Good.” He loosened his grip on your hair a little as he began to pump his fingers inside of you again, a bit quicker now. Your eyes remained locked on the mirror, watching as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, not only hearing the lewdness of it all but seeing it as well. Every time his fingers came back out they seemed to glisten more and more with your arousal and it had you moaning from the sight alone.

“I get to see this every single time I put my fingers in this pretty pussy, messy little sight to see huh?” He turns his head now, tilting yours to the side as he leaves hot open mouth kisses along your neck, nipping here and there. Your eyes flutter again but you don’t close them and it makes him proud. Nick then teases a third finger around, silently asking for permission and you look him in the eyes through the mirror.

“Yes.” You breathe out. He slips the third finger in, stretching you nicely as you try to tilt your head back in pleasure before he tightens his grip again.

“You’re doing so good, don’t stop now.” He breathes out against your neck.

“Sorry.” You whine out a little.

“It’s okay, just keep watching yourself okay?” You nod your head, moaning loudly again as one of the fingers inside your pussy slips out and starts rubbing your clit and tight circles, making you clench around his fingers. He groans out against your neck at the feeling as he keeps up with his ministrations to push you over the edge. You could feel that all too familiar feeling building up in your lower stomach and it has your heart racing.

“Fuck, Nicholas!” You whimper out which only encourages him to pump his fingers faster.

“You’re close, I can tell, you going to make a mess on my fingers, doll?” He asks you and you nod your head. “Go ahead, I won’t stop you, let go for me baby, come on, I know you can,” He stops for a moment as your body tenses and you cum all over his fingers. “That’s it, that’s my girl, look at you, making such a big mess for me, mmm so good for me, did so good for me, so proud of you.”

Your body jerks and your hips roll continuously as he doesn’t even let up just a little, wanting you to ride out your high but also wanting to get you to cum for him again.

“Nicholas, ‘s too much.” You mumble.

“I know, but you’re doing so well, come on, just a little more, cum for me one more time and I’ll stop okay?”

“Okay.” You breathe out, your body going a bit limp in his arms. He releases your hair and wraps his arm around you tightly to hold you up but to also toy with your nipples again making you cry out.

“You truly are so sensitive aren’t you, doll? Mmm don’t worry, soon enough I’ll have fully broken you and you’ll be begging me to keep going until you’re just a little fucked out mess for me huh?” His words make you clench around his fingers and he chuckles softly. “The thought of that turns you on doesn’t it? Being completely ruined by me?”

“Yes.” Your chest rises and falls rapidly and Nicholas smirks as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Such a naughty girl, I fucking love it.” He breathes out as he watches you squirm in his arms as you already become overstimulated. “You good?”

“I’m good.” You whine as you already feel your second orgasm building. “Promise.”

“That’s my girl, now come on, make another mess for me and I will stop okay? Just one more that’s all, I know you can do it, oh you’re so close already.” He whispers in your ear, and soon enough you finally cum again, your body wanting to slump into him but the way he was holding you made it hard and your legs were desperate to close but his strong legs kept them from doing so.

“Doing so well for me, fuck look at you, such a messy girl. You see that, see how soaked my fingers are? Hear how loud it is? All you baby, that’s all you.” Even though Nicholas had told you he would be done after you came a second time he wasn’t and he didn’t want to be. That night he made you cum four times total before he finally pulled his fingers out of your pussy making you whine a little but also thanking the universe that he was finally done. Your body was trembling, legs feeling like noodles, and your cheeks were covered in tears. He sucked his fingers clean before he wrapped his other arm around you and gently swayed your body as he held you tight.

“Fuck, did you know you look so fucking pretty when you cry, mmm it’s such a sight to see.” He breathes out, making you whine a little. “So fucking pretty baby.” He turns his head and presses kisses to your cheek, licking his lips after, getting the salty taste of your tears on his tongue driving him even more wild. Guess he unlocked another kink.

“Come on, doll let’s get you all cleaned up and cozy in bed.” Nicholas picks you up and carries you to your ensuite where he gently sets you down before he steps over to the tub and turns it on, knowing you would prefer that over standing in the shower. “Bubbles?”

“Yes.” You say softly and he grabs the bubble bath and pours a little in before he comes back over to you.

“You good?” He asked again.

“Yes I am.” You mumble.

“Good.” He kisses your forehead before turning the water off and helping you into the tub. You look up at him for a moment and he knows what you’re asking him. “Alright, I was just going to sit in here with you but okay.” He strips his clothes off before he climbs into the tub behind you where he takes the best care of you, washing your hair, gently washing your body and even giving you a small massage while he presses kisses all over. Once you’re both cleaned up he drains the water as he pulls you out and wraps you up in one of your fluffy towels before wrapping one around himself and picking you up once again to carry you to your bed. He helps you get cozy before he gets in the bed as well and holds you against him.

“Can we do that again?” You ask him softly.

“Now?” He teases, laughing as you shake your head a little rapidly. “I know what you mean, of course we can baby, just say the word.

“Will do.” You whisper, kissing his lips before snuggling into him even more as sleep slowly starts to consume you.

“Sweet dreams.” He whispers as he traces light circles on the part of your back that’s exposed.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Jason with a rule breaking reader pleaseeee, thank youuu!

Jason swore you’d be the death of him.

You were about as much of a rule breaker as Jason was a stickler for them and mandatory protocols. ‘Opposites attract and there’s never been more evidence than the two do you.’ Your mutual friend, and fellow rule breaker, Leo Valdez once told you both the moment you made your relationship public to your supportive friend group.

‘Just don’t forget the Stolls are smuggling in those gummy sweets and drinks for your plan with thunder lad over there tonight.’ Leo then whispered to you as he slung his arm over your shoulder.

You smiled at him and patted his back. ‘Thanks Leo, I owe you.’ You reply.

‘You’ve been owing me the moment I told you that you and Jason would look good together, but I guess I can allow you this moment.’ He says sarcastically as he checks his nails, you scoff and nudge his side before making an off comment about how he had some inventions to attend to, which had him scampering back to the Hephaestus cabin.

Jason, who had been watching the whole ordeal, raised a brow as he called your name. ‘What did Leo mean by that? You know you can’t be bribing with the Stoll brothers for things all the time, someone is bound to notice and I don’t want you getting caught like last time.’

Yeah washing up duty with the harpies wasn’t as fun and Percy made it out to be, though then again you were pretty certain that in looking back he was just being his heavily sarcastic self.

You only smirked mischievously as you held his face between your hands and pecking his lips, more specifically the area of which his scar was like you always did. ‘Nothing for you to worry about my sweet boy, just a surprise I have that you’ll have to wait for tonight.’ You tell him with a wink and Jason only sighed but couldn’t help but let a small smile grace his lips, lighting up his entire face.

‘There’s no point in reminding you that we’re not allowed late past a certain time is there?’ He asks you, already knowing of the answer you’d give him every time you had sneaked him out of cabin one just to stargaze, how you two haven’t yet gotten caught was something Jason had yet to make sense of himself. It baffled him to know just how many rules you’ve broken and still walk away with a punishment, some punishments of which a majority of campers considered too light for your crimes.

‘You’re talking to someone who almost got turned into a grapevine by mr D on my first day here by stealing one of his diet coke cans on a whim. We’ll be fine.’ You said, feeling somewhat nostalgic of the achievement and how you could almost see the purple flames within his eyes as he seethed with rage, yet Chiron managed to calm him but ever since then mr D held a disliking towards you then he did to even Percy sometimes.

Jason sighed as he leaned to rest his forehead against yours. ‘Fine, you win, I shall await you to sneak me out to see this surprise you’ve been so secretive about.’ He says as he finally caved, as if he would’ve ever said no to you in the first place and that’s what worried Jason at first, but untimely he rather enjoyed your bouts of spontaneities regarding rebellion and mischief as they were the fresh air that he never thought he’d ever get.

‘Great! All you need to bring is yourself and your most comfortable of hoodies.’ You told him as you kissed his lips once more before putting distances between the two of you, much to Jason’s dismay as he found himself wanting to keep you close to him and just spend the rest of the day with you in his grand but lonely cabin; something he wouldn’t have ever tempted in the slightest before meeting you and while he wanted to blame you for softening him, Jason also couldn’t resist the idea indulging in the lazier moments with you as often as he could be allowed.

‘Is this so you can steal another one of my hoodies again?’ He asks as his blue eyes glimmered with amusement.

‘No comment.’ You shrugged but the smile upon your face as you walked away from him told Jason another story, but he could only laugh as he went back to training, all the more eager to see what you had in store for him tonight. Gods he wonders how he could’ve fallen for someone with a blatant disregard for rules, breaking them for fun, who would be the reason behind the butterflies within his stomach and a lovesick expression to appear upon his face.

Jason still remembers the first night where you risked punishment for him by sneaking into his cabin, wanting to get to know him on a deeper level. At first he thought you were reckless and held no respect for the pre established rules put in place to keep you safe and in place, but soon Jason became eager for your nightly meetings and would even keep a window ajar for you, even going so far as to made you a spot within the alcoves he’d find within the cabin just so you had a place with him to stay longer.

‘You’ve gone soft on me haven’t you Grace?’ You asked him one night.

Jason shrugs. ‘Perhaps.’ He replied but the look you both shared was more than enough to convey that you had done just more then soften him up.

He didn’t have to wait long for you to show up at his cabin, smiling so widely as he gave you one of his hoodies that he knew you’d favoured as you were quick to throw on your form. You both forgo the usual formalities as you then grabbed his hand -waving off the initial electric shock that you usually got from him- and began to drag him towards the canoe lake, your usual spot, but Jason was quick to notice the picnic blanket and basket sitting nearby the waters edge for you both.

‘Is this what you wanted me out of the cabin for? A impromptu date?’ He asks you and couldn’t help but smile when you look back at him with a sheepish smile.

‘Is it a crime that I want to have a date night after going without one for so long?’ You replied back rhetorically.

‘If a week is long for you, then I guess I should allow you to take me out on this date tonight, even though we shouldn’t.’ Jason chuckles as he sits himself on the blanket as you handed him a sugary drink, which he thanked you by kissing your cheek, before cracking open your own.

‘Still a stickler cor the rules I see.’ You groan playfully as you took a sip from your drink.

‘See that you still have blatant disregard for the rules I see.’ Jason echoed back at you as he watched you gape at him with mischievous glint in his eyes. He loved having a one up on you as it provided him with unique facial expressions that only you could convey effortlessly.

You shoved his arm, making him laugh. ‘You’re dating the rule breaker sweetheart, and you came here on your own accord, so you can’t say that I tricked you into coming here like you did the first time I sneaked you out here.’ You couldn’t help but smile at him as all you felt was butterflies and pure electricity when you were nearby Jason, it was a common feeling that you felt within his presence that you never want to be without, especially not now when you’ve got a taste of it.

‘I panicked!’ Jason tried defending himself but that only seemed to make you laugh harder, but instead of being fearful that you’d get caught, Jason only laughed along with you as he brought you into his arms as you both soon chose to direct your attention toward the stars.

‘I still remember how hard you tried to make it up to me afterwards.’ You murmured against his chest as you felt his hand rub up and down your back, making you feel a little sleepy as you had his warmth seep into you like he had draped a warmed blanket across your shoulders. ‘It was cute that I couldn’t find it within myself to stay mad at you after that, not when you looked so genuinely upset that you even did it in the first place.’ You added with an air of fondness as you remembered how hard Jason tried to get back into your good graces.

Jason smiles softly as he remembered as well, kissing the top of your head before resting his head there. ‘I didn’t like the idea that you’d might target me as your next victim of your pranks that you’d pull with Leo and the Stolls.’ He starts, ‘that and I didn’t like the idea of you being mad at me, not after when you’ve treated me with nothing but kindness.’ He finishes as he looks at you, just to see you looking back at him with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen.

‘Do you ever regret dating me?’ You asked softly.

Jason rested his head against your forehand like he did earlier within the day. ‘Never, if anything I knew I was a goner the moment you decided to go against the rules and sit next to me during breakfast, that’s when I knew I’d let you get away with anything if it meant you were doing it for me.’ He finished by giving your nose a brief peck.

You smiled with closed eyes. ‘So you were selfish? You wanted the rule breaker to yourself?’ You joked by Jason tightened his grasp on you as he kissed you on the lips before responding by whispering his answer against your lips;

‘Yeah, something like that.’

[whiplaesh]

- 0:00 | how considerate

[ sakura x reader x sana ]

entwine masterlist > next

warnings - mentions of infidelity & sex

being faced with the sana miyawaki wasn't anything of what you had expected of the transaction.

"you're perfect." is the first thing she had said at the sight of you, her designer shades resting just above her hairline, neatly holding her hair out of her face.

a string of compliments spilled out of her mouth, you hadn't yet known of her intentions until she asked you to sit down across from her.

her happy and giddy expression stayed plastered on her face even when speaking of her reasoning for hiring you.

her bluntness nearly made you uneasy.

"as any rational person in a marriage with someone as...powerful as sakura," she begins, "i have a fear that she's cheating on me."

you don't react to the statement, she wouldn’t be the first one hiring you out of need of companionship.

instead you continue looking at her awaiting the next words to spill out of her red stained lips.

"so how do i fix it? it's simple: i can't." a bitter chuckle escapes but the woman catches herself. "but if she is cheating; i obviously and unsurprisingly want to know about it."

not quite understanding what she's saying you question her, "pardon me but i'm failing to grasp the proposal?"

sana laughs as if your sentence was genuinely amusing.

"of course, you aren't a p.i or anything, god knows i've hired oh so many," she stands up, walking towards a mantle near her office desk to pour herself liquid courage. "she's a sneaky one...that miyawaki."

without asking she pours you a glass of whatever she's drinking, handing it to you as she sits back in her seat. "i want you to seduce her."

not knowing quite what it was, you don't take a sip of your drink. "so you want me to be leverage on how you find out she’s cheating?"

for a less than messy divorce? you wondered.

it was almost laughable, the idea of sana introducing you to sakura as someone else while having the lingering knowledge of how you’re supposed to attempt to bed her woman.

this wasn’t usually what you did, it was clear.

you've been in the business for a while, yet this situation was definitely one for the books.

"i know this is immature of me, but i do know the woman i married." the elder speaks with sincerity, "call it a gut feeling."

with no response sana takes it as a sign to continue her job offer. “im not expecting you to sleep with her, i have a pretty bad jealousy streak..”

“i also know that sex isn’t in your particular job description of course.” she swiftly adds with a knowing glance in your direction.

getting into this business wasn’t an easy task for you, of course you’ve had sex with clients before. it was the top purpose of your job even being a consideration for customers.

hell if toronto hadn’t happened you wouldn’t have ever stopped accepting those specific jobs.

it sure did slow down your clientele, even if you had loyal customers that liked you enough personality wise.

that in itself was a strange thing. sure you were good at your job sexually but you’ve been told more than once on different occasions that you quote on quote ‘lacked emotional awareness.’

you still have yet to know whatever that meant.

after finishing her full glass, sana sits it down on the center table before reaching for her purse to pull out a checkbook.

"for your consideration..." she says with a slide of the slip of paper against the surface.

with one look at the number you almost let a curse slip. not believing how much money people took for granted over trivial things such as this.

but who were you to deny easy money.

and this would do more than make up the slack for what you’ve haven’t been making for the past two years.

“you have yourself a deal mrs. miyawaki.”

[malinowaj]

selected figure skating

so, @almostlake said they wanted to watch and learn more about figure skating. i will take any excuse to talk about this wretched sport (the love-hate relationship is strong, okay), so i've put together a list of my favourite programs. the original list was about 45 programs, so this is significantly scaled down. however, i'm always happy to talk skating, so you can ask me my current olympic quad favourites or favourite element or whatever comes to mind.

this also serves as a sort of behind-the-scenes for hope and legacy, because obviously some of these programs have heavily influenced how i write about skating in that story.

i'd like to say i love all disciplines equally, but the heart wants what it wants and unfortunately it wants chaos in the form of men's figure skating. this'll be heavy on that, though i'm letting my roots as an ice dance enthusiast show.

note: i acknowledge that russia has been a majorly significant powerhouse in figure skating, and there are several programs from russian skaters that could be on this list. however, due to basically two reasons i stopped paying any attention to anything russian skating related in february 2022 and everything i've learned since has been against my will. there is one russian program on this list, but that's the extent i'm going to discuss russian skating. all other skating though, let's chat.

men

yuzuru hanyu: seimei, hope and legacy, origin and let me entertain you. look, it's no secret yuzu is my favourite skater of all time. he's a once in a lifetime skater and pretty much changed the way i watch, analyse and feel figure skating. to me, skating is all about storytelling and yuzu does it like no one else. i could've really picked any of his programs, because there isn't a single one i don't like. i've had the privilege of seeing him live three times and i still remember, years later, how my comment after the last time was "i don't know if i should laugh or cry, because how can someone be so good".

junhwan cha: fate of the clockmaker/clock and dagger. i've never fallen for a skater as fast as i did for jun when i saw this program. i'd seen him around, of course, but this program was so perfect for him. the mood, the storytelling, the step sequence, the final spin.

deniss vasiljevs: romeo and juliet. a few years back i didn't watch that much skating because of life. then back in 2022 i actually sat down to watch euros and deniss, someone whose skating i've loved for years, did this. he doesn't just skate, he creates art and definitely makes me feel a lot when watching him. also, hands down the best spins in current men's skating. (also my reference program for simon's free skate.)

matteo rizzo: talking to the moon/that's what i like. is this matteo's best program? maybe not. (even i'm partial to his two men in love.) but this performance. the moment after his last spin and the step sequence. i saw this live and it was LOUD. he brought the arena alive like no one else and sadly this video doesn't quite capture it. depending on where in the world you are, i'd say get a VPN and watch the video on ISU's channel, with his reaction and bows, because that sort of gives you an idea how much we all loved this, and how much this meant for him. every time i write simon's step sequence, this moment is what i think about. out of everything i've ever seen live, that might be my favourite figure skating moment.

jason brown: sinnerman. jason has so many good programs, but i think this captures so well all his strengths, and is wonderfully different too.

jeremy abbott: exogenesis. an absolutely exquisite skater who sadly never quite kept it together under pressure. easily his best program, it has so much feeling to it.

stephane lambiel: wilhelm tell. could've been any of his programs, because i just want everyone to see what the bestest of best spins look like. (nowadays coaching deniss vasiljevs, which explains his spins.)

daisuke takahashi: bachelorette and blues for klook. i remember sitting on my grandma's uncomfortable leather couch with my mouth open when i saw bachelorette, because you're telling me skating can be like this too? dai's skating skills are to die for and he knew how to sell a story too.

women

carolina kostner: bolero. look, i hate bolero. it's possibly the worst figure skating music choice one can make. but i've watched caro's bolero more times than i can count, because it's incredible. there are so many of her programs i could've picked, but for the aforementioned reason this is notable. skating skills, spins, interpretation. god, i love her.

satoko miyahara: song for the little sparrow. program so good there's a guy doing a tribute to it. satton is easily one of the best and overall most well-rounded skaters of recent years, with spins to die for, and i'm so sad she never got to shine like she deserved. and i adore her recent show numbers.

akiko suzuki: O. the way she embodies the music is pure magic. this program should be the benchmark for all aspiring skaters, and it sure is my favourite women's program of all time.

pairs

wenjing sui/cong han: rain, in your black eyes. THE pairs program of all time. it's so effortless, it's so difficult, and it's so stunning. every time i watch it i go "oh, it's over already" when the finish, because they capture your attention and suck you in with this program so that you wish it would last at least three times as long as it does. also, my reference program for wille and stella.

aliona savchenko/robin szolkowy: pina. they have so many good programs, but i remember watching this in awe because it was different from what they'd done before. and the risk for a pairs team to do a dance-themed program, i think they were the only ones who could pull it off.

tatiana volozoshar/maxim trankov: masquerade waltz. the chemistry, the technique. i got to see this live at art on ice almost right after they won at the sochi olympics and it was magical. the height of their twists and throws was something unbelievable. my other reference program for wille and stella.

ice dance

tessa virtue/scott moir: moulin rouge. there's a thing that goes along the lines of 'someone who's seen one ice dance program will say v/m's moulin rouge is the best of all time. someone who's seen 100 programs will say it's some obscure original dance from a pair that was together for two seasons. and someone who's seen 1000 programs will say v/m's moulin rouge is the best of all time.' that's how good it is. the timing of the twizzles is my favourite thing in the world. i also love their farrucas. you want to watch amazing ice dance, you watch tessa and scott. (and then weep because they don't do ice dance like this anymore.)

meryl davis/charlie white: bollywood. the 2010 olympics original dance competition was definitely one for the books. this stood out with its originality, with it's attention to detail and it'll always be one of my favourites. (i'm going to start a petition to bring back original dance.)

sinead kerr/john kerr: scottish dance. i loved the kerrs, so much. they did so many things no one else did, especially when it came to lifts. and this one is legendary for john's kilt alone. (original dance i miss you so.)

kana muramoto/daisuke takahashi: soran bushi. yes, the same daisuke takahashi that appeared in men's. he ended his career in ice dance and this program is the best thing they did. the music choice, the details of the choreography, the way they perform.

kaitlin hawayek/jean-luc baker: with or without you. the best rhythm dance we never saw in competition last season. such an original take on the 80s theme, and an absolutely perfect fit for them. the skating skills are among the best, and there is so much emotion. if there was justice in the world, they'd have been USA's top pair after beijing, but sadly there isn't. i sometimes watch this when i want to cry, because it'll make me shed tears every single time.

ignore any and all typos, but please tell me if the links don't work. (i'm typing this after a 6-day workweek on too little sleep.)

finding skating videos, especially if you want a specific performance, is needle in a haystack stuff these days. the best way to get into skating is to watch it, preferably a lot, to find what works for you and who you like. the skating ISU channel has a lot of videos from recent seasons, and apart from the olympics does all major competitions live. depending on where you are in the world, you might need a VPN. (setting it to the netherlands works pretty much always.)

and if you ever get the chance, go watch skating live. it's the best, i promise.

[qoldenskies]

shower me with lore

cutely takes excuse to talk about wwww!sunset duo as requested ,,,,

its been really fun to work out mikey's personality because one of the most important things to me was to make it really obvious that raph was not only a role model for him but also his ONLY role model, but mikey's relationship with him is also,,, tumultuous, which is not a recent development (although it DOES get worse once everything starts out). raph's first and only priority is mikey's well-being, and most of the decisions he makes are ones he believes he HAS to make to keep him safe, even if he doesn't like it. he thinks he doesn't have a choice, which is something mikey directly goes against.

like generally in the story mikey is the EMBODIMENT of choice. he is the physical manifestation of it. he provides donnie with the opportunity to choose which side he's on, parallels leo who acts only out of fear due to being harmed and restricted, and very ironically the WORST decision that raph makes in the story, which i cant talk about here lol, is one he makes when mikey is literally locked in a cage. mikey's existence changes everything around him, which is why it's important he makes so many decisions independently from raph, and why he COMPLETELY fucks up donnie and leo's relationship with each other and their father lmfao oopsie. mikey is the wind and raph is as solid as stone, endlessly stubborn in his position. he only sees one way through, while mikey ALWAYS thinks there's another way. there's a way out. they can do this better. there's no such thing as a "necessary sacrifice", and he is INTENSE about proving it. its his already existing optimism taken to an extreme, because he DID get that fire and stubbornness from raph, even if his perspective is much different.

usually this is what they butt heads over. raph doesn't think of himself as a pessimist at all, just a realist. but REALISTICALLY he's a pessimist, and a lot of that comes from the fact that he's anxious and he's had to bare that weight all on his own. mikey wants to spread his wings and raph wants to keep him on the ground (while, in comparison, donnie is trying to swim and leo is desperate to make both of them sink lmfao). having less brothers to take care of did NOT fix his problems, they made it worse actually-- in canon leo is actually a pretty important person in his life that evens him out, and donnie is a provider, and raph doesn't have that here, so he has to do those jobs too. splinter's more involved in their lives, but it's still not as much as he should be. really raph took over and once he hit a certain point splinter was like "okay cool", raph controls mikey's life very authoritatively usually because he's hyper-aware of the potential danger of their lifestyle-- and like, i really do not blame him for that. raph is in the wrong, but that doesn't automatically make mikey in the right, and they are in a position where he is right to worry about this.

the culmination of mikey and raph's dynamic is a "growing to realize your parent is human too" kind of arc. raph would probably need to get this kind of arc with splinter, mikey doesn't really have ANY baggage with his dad because raph did everything his dad didn't, and even though he doesn't always like him, he still does see him as helpful and usually infallible. splinter's always the peacekeeper when things get intense, if april's not around (and even then she is USUALLY more team raph than she is team mikey, she will be a bit of a snitch unfortunately,,, she's probably closer to mikey though, they're pretty good friends here. maybe i'll parallel their dynamic with leo and casey's? that'd be silly EDIT: I GOT THE PERFECT IDEA OF HOW IM GOING TO DO THIS BUT I CANT TALK ABOUT IT HERE FUCKKKK)

[oros-ash3s]

Author Ask Tag 𓇼 ｡ﾟ⋆.˚ ⋆ ﹒₊‧

What is the main lesson of your story?

જ⁀➴ Magicae, as a whole, centres around grief. (Which is also a coincidentally a theme with most of my other WIPS. What can I say, I love an allegory for how grief changes a person.) The main lesson is about living in the present, and not becoming stuck in the dirt, left alone in the past. Not wallowing in your grief, as much as you want to. It’s about moving on, learning from your mistakes and changing for the better.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

જ⁀➴ Worldbuilding is not one of my strong points, I will admit. Most of my WIPS I still need to work on that to be honest. Magicae’s worldbuilding is pretty simple when it comes to it, based pretty closely around our own world, if fairly dystopian. Although it wasn’t intentional, after we had created the story I watched V for Vendetta, and the world is very similar to that. Slightly futuristic, with technology and heavy monitoring being a large aspect of it. I’d say most of the inspiration comes from dystopian settings and just ideas I or my co-writer have.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? So you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help them grow as a person?

જ⁀➴ Wren’s main goal throughout Magicae is to put an end to both the Congregation of the Chosen and Eden, and unite Magicae and humans once and for all.

જ⁀➴ Their story is very coming-of-age, spanning from their early teen years right to adulthood. As the story progresses, I’m trying to teach how it’s okay to change, and how life ends up in ways you could have never expected.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

જ⁀➴ To be honest, I have no clue. Although the current timeline we have set up is pretty set in stone, things are always changing! Currently there’s around…. 27 arcs, but who knows if that will stay the same by the time we (hopefully) finish it.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

જ⁀➴ It’s entirely original content, and all of it will be posted here on my blog! You should also give @ohagi-writes a follow, as she will be posting writing too.

When did you start writing?

જ⁀➴ I think it’s probably been 10 or 11 years now, but when I started writing fics had to be since 3rd grade. (I’m in 11th now.)

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

જ⁀➴ Some amazing writers to follow:

@whumpsoda — I love all of their work and if you’re looking for good whump fics I would HIGHLY recommend her.

@seastarblue — I think one of my first real moots on here!! She has a lot of writing posted for her WIP Interwoven which I also recommend checking that out ^^

@vesanal — she has an incredible art style and all her ocs have such interesting, unique designs! Her writing is also incredible, I loved all her contributions to Writemas.

@ohagiwrites — I LOOOVVEE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEE her writing. Shes the co-writer for Magicae and I could not have asked for a better co-writer than her! Everyone go check her out she’s PHENOMENAL

@cepheusgalaxy — Sami is so kind and friendly! He has a great list of ocs and WIPS up on their page I would recommend taking a look at ^^

@bioniclechronicles — Noah is firstly, an incredible artist, I love looking at all his different character designs on @kikuwaters!! His OCS are super cool and I definitely recommend checking him out.

@melodxi — first found them through their whump blog @mellowwhumps and fell in love with their writing! Can’t believe they actually followed me back what a dream ^^ anyways definitely go check them out

@sugaredparchment — Ivory is incredible ^^ He’s super friendly and nice to talk to and don’t even get me started on her writing style. Each one of the snippets they’ve posted has pulled me right into their WIP, I’m absolutely in love with the way he writes!!

જ⁀➴ Those are just a few of the amazing people I’ve been introduced to during my time on writeblr, I wish I could name them all. Some advice to any new writers on here: Don’t feel afraid to post your work or interact with other people!! I’ve been posting on writeblr for a year and a half now, and everyone here is super nice. Don’t be afraid to make moots and put yourself out there.

✎ thank you @aalinaaaaaa and @seastarblue for the tag ^^

✎ tagging @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @bioniclechronicles @sharkblizzardblogs @sugaredparchment @blackboxwarrior-mkultra + open tag

[princess-of-the-corner]

I had too much fun with the life swap and extended it to other characters XD Ignore Miraculous and Amoks for the moment, this is about dynamics!

Nino swaps with Sabrina, IE, glasses childhood best friend who is haplessly crushing on their other half.

For Sabrina his is actually pretty straight forward as its both a crush but also admiration. Chloe is bold, aggressive, passionate, not at all like her who is a shrinking violet. But the thing is if they started dating, she'd be so stressed out all the time because "What do you mean you got in a fist fight with Kim? Why are you skateboarding with Alix down a cliff, did you seriously spit in that Akuma's face!?"

Basically they are friends, but also the embodiment of "This is fun!" - "Stressful is what it is!"

Nino meanwhile has had his interest in film backed and sponsored by Dupain-Cheng money since forever. And he's also been making Marinette the star of said films since forever. To the point where all the films and ideas he comes up with are built around her interests rather than his. This can be fine but can lead to tension if someone encourages him to finally make that horror film he always wanted.

They are friends, but the toxic, transactional nature of it all is an ever-growing undercurrent.

Now for the transfer student swap!

Alya's mother is a famous TV chef, her father is a famous TV personality for his animal program, (Basically Steve Erwin but more aloof) While her sister is a world champion kick boxer and MMA fighter. Alya meanwhile is a social media personality, it wasn't planned, it just kind of happened but once she got some attention for a "Day in my life" video, suddenly her parents are throwing money and resources and pressure behind it in the extreme.

Rather than pure childhood friends, Alya & Marinette are more social media friends meeting for the first time. Marinette's Velvet glove is harder to notice than canon Chloe's iron fist but it will cause tension.

Meanwhile Adrien is returning to Paris after nearly a decade away. His parents both work in television, his mother is basically a C list celebrity in long running daytime dramas and is father work in costuming, they were also meant to help Andre with his new "Perfect families in Paris" campaign but then a super villain showed up.

Adrien and Chloe are very much childhood friends reconnecting, but thanks to Adrien being "Down for anything" after a decade with over protective parents, they click!

-

As an aside, I imagine Chloe & Marinette's dynamic is also different, but definitely tense. I basically imagine Marinette might still be into fashion and she wants to be a "Self made millionaire" type. So she doesn't just want her parents advocating for her, or buying her stuff. So she instead uses money, resources and clot provided by being their daughter to try and crow-bar her way into the industry.

See its different because she's using their influence, rather than them using their influence ;)

Anyway, because of this, she wanted Audrey to review one of her pieces, waiting till Chloe desperately needed something and struck. Then one of the following happened:

1: Audrey refused to review it because she's a grown up with contractual obligations who can't just run some random teenagers designs on a whim when she has people scheduled.

2: Marinette found someone "better" and so carelessly withdrew her support for Chloe before realizing the implications.

3: Audrey reviewed it but was not breathless with her praise, basically: You clearly have talent, but could improve on X Y, and you should ask yourself who you are designing for, or else you may struggle to find an audience, good luck." & oh boy was that not good enough!

Whatever the case, Marinette withdrew her support from Chloe right when she needed it most and it led to a huge row and basically demonstrated how Fairweather Marinette's friendship was.

No they hadn't been super close, but Chloe had thought they were friends to one degree or another and getting closer, this was a blow.

Marinette meanwhile, well, she dislikes that Chloe saw that side of her with such clarity because its a side of her she doesn't like, but doesn't want to face. So instead it has to be Chloe's fault somehow.

Thus the two have tension.

Ohohoho I love it!

Okay but what are we doing with the Heroes and Villains angle? Would it still be Gabe as Hawkmoth trying to resurrect Emilie? Or do the Cesaires get to be Villains? Would Mari and Adrien still be LB and CN, or are different people getting the Miraculous? Should we limit it to the full swap for Chloé and Alya, or is it open to anyone?

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What did you think about Katara and Aang ending up together? Did you ship them or Zutara?

Also, if you watched The Legend of Korra, what did you think of that show’s treatment of Katara’s character?

My beloved friend in Christ, look me in the eye and tell me you don't know what I shipped when I watched that show. Look at me. You know. You know damn well.

AS FOR KATARA IN KORRA for me the key part of accepting her character shift in the second series is that she's supposed to be like 90. I don't know anybody who doesn't seriously chill out when they're 90. She's pretty much at the end of her life. Her husband's dead, her brother's dead, Toph fucked off to live in the swamp, Suki has been erased from the collective consciousness a la Spiderman, and ninety-something Zuko is off somewhere riding around the country on a DRAGON in full ceremonial garb, doing recon missions for the new avatar and hunting terrorists. (That last one is awesome, and I have no notes. That boy's doing what he's meant to. I still think they should kiss. But that's not a writing critique, that's just what my heart feels is true and good.)

More generally, the sequel series doesn't give us much of the passion or lovable high-handedness she had in the original, but she was also a teenager. I have to give the writing space to bend and stretch around a 70-year time jump, and that leeway includes the possibility that Katara majorly chills out once her home is no longer under imperial occupation and she's not regularly enlisted in armed combat to defend the fantasy Buddha. Or she just got it out of her system and tapped out around 30 to have kids and live luxuriously off whatever gratitude-annuities she gets from Every Nation In The World. I like to imagine she had some adventures in her 20's and 30's leading the reconstruction effort in the Earth Kingdom, made a reasonable contribution to the waterbending academies in Republic City, decided that she could leave the rest to Sokka and Toph, and went home to enjoy life at home in peacetime. It's not the most dramatic or glamorous life, but I never get the idea that Katara wants either of those things. I think girl did her part, got her happy ending, and decided to stay there. Frodo sailing West at the end of the book? Couldn't be her! The Shire was saved, but not for you? Nope! Not here! Not Katara! She can go back to the Shire, thank you very much! She freed her homeland from a century-long imperial occupation, and she's going to march her ass home and enjoy it, thank you! Fighting the Red Lotus? Leave a voicemail. She's out teaching all the girls in the village to throw ice spears the size of a pike. She will Catch You Guys Later.

I've heard complaints that it feels like Katara didn't have any role in the post-imperial reconstruction process, and while she maybe doesn't found an institution or get a formal position of power, I think the real complaint is that we don't know enough about her to say. All the other Gaang members have a Thing that sort of represents what their goals and values were after the end of the first series. Zuko was Fire Lord (and got a sickass fucking dragon), Toph started the Republic City police (admittedly unexpected Lawful Toph Moment), Sokka becomes a city councilor for R.C. and then Chief of the Southern Water Tribe, Aang refounds the Air Nomads and also is the Avatar for the next 70 years. Which are visible and lasting marks of impact that make it easy to imagine how the others spent their time. That doesn't mean Katara didn't spend her time doing worthwhile and productive things, but we don't see them. We do know that she got bloodbending outlawed in the United Republic, and she became a "master waterbender" who's called in to consult on Korra's development both in her capacity as a martial arts expert and in a broader strategic/political way as one of the premier living experts on what it takes to be the Avatar. We don't see her much, but we do get the idea that she has plenty of respect from the people who matter.

It makes me a little sad she's not included in some of the stories we hear about the postwar Gaang exploits, like Toph and Sokka's work in Republic City, or early clashes with the Red Lotus. She's the best waterbender in the world and you guys saved the world together as teenagers; it feels like she should've been riding shotgun on some of these missions. But I try to make peace with it on the grounds that if she's not out there hunting down terrorists, it's because she's tired, goddammit. She took down a dictatorship at 15. She's been ass-whooping fascists for longer than most characters in the show have been alive. Katara is too cool of a character for any lack of detail to make me think she wasn't doing stone cold shit well into her fifties.

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looking in / reflection

i've got a lot of phrygian+room concept sketches but this is probably my favourite i've made, so i wanted to color it. i like how it turned out!

(+ just the lines:

[ccbatman]

actually so evil how much of hal's internal world gets obliterated with the rewriting of his relationships with jessica and martin.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i think the diamond dogs should play improv games just bc it would amuse me, an ex theater kid, specifically

[archaeren]

How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)

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I really need to get a proper job so I’ll be too tired to have insane ideas like “what if I learned 5 romance languages all at once”