#and I'm just happy the landscape has evened out a bit

[welcometogrouchland]

Me watching lazy in space finally get the appreciation it deserves in the bapc tag:

[ID: the "sickos" meme of a man wearing a shirt that says "sickos" peers through a window while smiling and saying "yes...ha ha ha...YES!". End ID]

[lidiasloca]

Az with a reader that gets sick super often and so when they first start dating like the reader gets sick they just walk it off?! Like imagine the reader almost faints and has a fever and az gets super worried but the reader is just like I'm used to it?! How would they make the reader take care of themselves and bit take their sickness lightly?? Sorry if this is too long 😭 you can just write about the first part too!

azriel taking care of you when sick

azriel x reader

fluff

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Dizziness, fainting, spontaneous headaches, prone to get sick. You name it. 

When you were a child, your mother would be the one helping you: sorting your medication, taking care of you when you couldn’t even get out of bed, and more.

But as a teenager, you started to get it all done alone, hardly asking anyone for help. Partly because you hated to be a burden, and also, because, you knew you could perfectly do it yourself. 

Just as you are coping now with a terrible headache. Alone. 

Azriel had asked you this morning if you’d like him to come, but since the headache was already threatening your good mood, you declined, afraid of ruining his day if he spent it with you. 

And now, lying lazily on your bed wearing only a huge ugly shirt, and having got nothing done the whole day, you thank the gods he won’t see you like this. 

As you rise to get yourself something to drink, you feel a wave of acute pain in your temples that makes you groan. 

Once in the kitchen, you lift your mug to your lips, watching from your window the pouring rain. You sigh, your head feeling like a drum, its beating too loud. 

You lift your gaze once again to the landscape, then you see a black spot in the sky, getting closer and closer, and then it isn’t a spot anymore. But wings, a male with with wings. One you know. Azriel.

You run to the door.

The knock on your door makes you speed up, and only once you reach the door, do you let yourself breathe properly. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asks from the other side of the door. “Cassian just told me you have a headache.”

Traitor. You didn't want Azriel to know - you're not sure exactly why.

“Yes, I’m,” When the door is at last open, he just - stares. “I’m fine.”

“Y/n, you’re - you’re very pale,” he says worriedly. 

Well, it may be true you’re feeling a bit dizzy after the run. But you’ve felt dizzy all day, so.

Maybe not this dizzy, you think as your vision blacks out. 

…

You open your eyes, the light making you squint. 

You’re in your bed again, you realize. He has put you here himself. He-

“Az?” you get out, your mouth feeling dry. 

Light footsteps getting closer make you turn your head, and when that doesn’t work, you try to sit up. 

“No, no. Get down,” Azriel says, coming to kneel to your side, and softly pulling your shoulders down, making you lay again.

You obey silently.  “You fainted, y/n.” You do not miss in the way his eyes shine with concern. It makes you oddly… happy, that he worries for you.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes," you explain nonchalantly.  

He looks up to you swiftly. His eyebrows raised as he asks, “Is this normal for you?”

You hum. “Well - yes, sort of. I get sick very often.”

“Oh,” you see how hard he’s trying not to look shocked. “And fainting? Do you also faint often?”

You nod.

“And who’s,” he says but tries again, differently. “I mean, is there someone to help you when you’re sick?”

You shake your head, not sure what words to choose. 

“That’s - no.” He holds your gaze, sweetly but somehow sternly as well. “There should be someone. Just in case.”

You chuckle, his authoritative demeanor is amusing.

“Y/n, I can help you.” Your brows furrow, your smile fading into confusion. When he senses your doubt, he adds, “Well - at least let me help you now. Please.”

“I’m fine, Az. Really.” You smile kindly. “But thank you.”

“Oh, no, sorry, I phrased it wrongly; I’m not asking.”

You stop smiling again, your brows raised in surprise. “What?” you ask as he stands up. 

But he dismisses your question. “I’m going to make you something to eat. You stay here resting.”

“Azriel.”

Instead of replying to your complaint, he places the back of his hand on your forehead. “You're very hot,” he whispers.

Oh.

He moves his hand from your forehead to your cheek in a caress, assessing you. Your breath gets caught in your throat. “Let me, okay?”

You stare at him silently. “Okay,” you whisper eventually, defeated, and most definitely distracted.

A beautiful smile blooms on his face; triumphant. 

“Thank you.”

-Characters by Sarah J. Maas

I know this has nothing to do with the fic but, "I, Carrion (Icarian)" by Hozier is... i literally have no words. It's like one of the best songs ever. omg it's just so good. If you're reading this, pls give it a shot, it's so incredibly good. i mean the whole album is greaaaaat. wow.

[scandinavianfairytale]

Safe in your arms

Pairing: Tangerine x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, misogyny, threat of violence (not towards the Reader)

A/N: I decided his real name is Ethan, with no context or back story. I just like the name and it would suit him 😁

Tangerine had your number memorized - he ought to, given how many times he has dialed it. In fact, he memorized it as soon as you wrote it on the piece of napkin when he met you in that rooftop bar in London.

He was working with Lemon, completely focused on their target, until he saw you getting harassed. He stepped in, kissing your cheek, and met the man's eyes. The dude was visibly shaken.

"You didn't say you had a new toy."

"I don't owe you anything, Marcus. Least of all a list of who I'm seeing." You glared at the man.

"Have fun with a used woman." Marcus spat at Tangerine. As he turned around, Tangerine wanted to grab him by the neck and throw him off of the roof, but your hand stopped him.

"Leave him. His ego is wounded, and he's lashing out." You waved your hand and let go of the situation.

"What a child." Tangerine muttered.

"Male fragility more like it."

"Do you usually go for men like that?"

"I don't date boys - him included." You finally met Tangerines' eyes.

"So what happened to him?"

"I told him I'm not interested, but he has yet to grasp that idea."

"How many times did you have to say no?"

"I think now it was the fourth time."

"Why keep being polite?"

"Because being mean might get me in trouble."

"Well, I'd be happy to assist you. If you want him to stop bothering you, just say the word and you will never hear from him again."

Your eyebrows shot up and you considered the man in front of you. He was very handsome. Strong, but at the same time still delicate.

"I don't doubt you'd do that, but I don't need your help. Thank you, though. That was very kind of you to jump in before." You smiled at him and jumped off the bar stool. Only then did you realize how much taller he really was.

"Wait. I know that this is a bit forward of me, but I was hoping you'd give me your phone number?" Tangerine wanted to bite his tongue immediately after saying those words.

He was glad his mouth was quicker than his brain. Five years later, and you were still in his life. The phone rang six times, before he heard your still groggy voice pick up.

"It's nine am, Love. Are you still in bed?" Tangerine grinned.

"Ethan, morning." He could hear you smile. He loved hearing his name roll from your lips. He could picture you right now, lazing around, still in your underwear with his T-shirt, with the work laptop turned on, giving the illusion that you were already working.

"It's already evening here." He almost scolded.

"When are you coming back? I feel like it's been weeks since I saw you."

"Have you been thinking about me?" Tangerine smirked as he whispered into the phone, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

"You know I have." You smirked into the phone on your side of the world. "Although I appreciate that no one is hogging the whole bed every night." You joked.

"I hate to tell you this, Love, but you're the bed hog."

"Agree to disagree." You smiled. "Are you okay?"

"I'm doing good. How are you holding up?" Tangerine looked out of the window at the passing landscape.

"I'm okay. I met some friends yesterday, and we ended up going for cocktails. It was a bad idea, drinking on a work day." You giggled.

"I'm glad you had fun. But take it easy today, and please don't go out jogging if you feel sick."

"Ethan, stop worrying about me, just come home as soon as you can, okay?" Your voice got serious.

"Okay. We are almost done, I'll be there hogging the bed again in no time." Tangerine smiled.

"Okay. I love you." You smacked your lips, sending him a vitual kiss.

"I love you." He smiled and hung up.

Contrary to his fantasy, you have been up for the last 3 hours, worrying about your boyfriend. He should've been back several days ago, but he took an extra job since he was already in Tokyo. But something felt off to you, and you have been worried since then. Going out drinking helped you out with putting the nagging feeling away at least for a bit. But then you woke up from another nightmare, still drunk from a few hours before.

However, hearing him just now made you feel so much better and you were able to focus and stop dreading what may go wrong. You went back to hoping and impatiently waiting for Ethan to be back, safe in your arms.

Thank you for reading ✨️😊

The GIF belongs to the amazing creator 🙏✨️

[dear-tortured-adam]

⌞ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 ! ⌝

⨾ honey, are you coming. can't help that it's worth it.

⨾ she's a '90s supermodel. sfw version, barbatos x gn!mc, obey me x måneskin, electricguitarist!mc, we got an awestruck + lovedrunk combo for the butler with this one, established relationships, mildly suggestive, song fic? there are lyrics of the songs sprinkled throughout. use of they/them pronouns, use of petnames [dearest, baby]

⨾ i'm beggin', beggin' you. wc ≈ 3.0K

⨾ sip the gossip. very short. very unserious. last-minute barbatos gift cus i wasn't able to finish the type i error fic. happy birthday barbi, i present to you the metalhead partner of your greediest fantasies/j oh and yes this was a reupload, since this early in the morning i wanted to fix this a bit, so pardon for that ;v;

You can't deny yourself the pleasure of different genres.

A contrast that sticks out: when you expected one instance from something, but the result shows one that is significantly different. The thing is, it can 't just be good or not; it all depends on how you take it. Sometimes, it makes you wonder what songs they play at the palace of so-called miseries.

How there's a long multitude of music to enjoy for each and everyone. It's universal, per say, and as refine as other music is sought out to be, sometimes all you ever desire has to unleash the inner turmoil burning deep within your chest.

It didn't have to be real, it just had to feel real.

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The riff, the bass, starting notes shifting from F#5 to C#5: all were familiar harmonies to Barbatos' ears. It's odd, as usually festivities didn't start around the rising moon. Ideally around noon to account for preparations, though some would opt to drown their worries in the morning to fully immerse themselves in celebration at night.

He never anticipated waking up to the sound of speakers blaring the strongly magnified tones to breach the walls of the Demon Lord's Castle. He never imagined hearing static transforming into rhythmic tunes, with certain notes switching and playing in an alluring sequence. He, for one, never imagined for such music to play so strongly; drawing him out his bed as these notes dragged the butler by an invisible rope.

While he can and could predict it, Barbatos doesn't mind. He would put away all his power and oneself if it meant obtaining 'utmost satisfaction'.

As it was five in the morning along the Devildom clock. Around a time the earliest of early birds would wake up, yes, although most would be tucked to sleep; especially fellow RAD attendees where classes start 9 o'clock on the dot. Yet something compelled a glance out the window, a need to see something— confirm reality or cease the imagination.

It's not that he was compelled to check if the song itself was correct. Frankly, it was plainly obvious even to a casual listener. If you have a trouble discerning a song from many others as "all instrumentals sound the same" even when the latter song could be pitched at an octave higher, the lyrics reinforced that assumption.

"What's your thoughts about religion?" the voice growled out. Stable yet shaky, all while keeping a snappy tempo. As if each word paused right by a period or comma; semicolon or dashes while repeating the same set of harmonics for every subsequent syllable. "Are you close to your mother?"

Hook him by word of mouth, entrance him by the tongue. It feels so good — almost frightening.

Jade eyes momentarily widened, blinking. Barbatos had to pull the red curtain away to get a better glimpse. The sky stood still, vaguely illuminated by the neon city lights. You were standing on what appears to be one of Diavolo's unused vehicles: he could tell from the long angular model, the nonreflective maroon surface, and the firing golden plate number at its front. Hidden within dark igneous clouds, light tried seeping through every chance it got. Through hellish landscapes, you looked heaven sent.

"Tell me 'bout your dream vacation, and all of your ex lovers," the line delivery followed by the subtle click of your tongue. Immediately after that you had to move your fingers along the guitar strings as if you didn't want him to catch a break.

As if the moon abides in your favour, the light illuminated was enough to cast an iridescent spotlight. The white perfectly spit from turquoise and pink, hitting your sweaty cheeks and crinkled yellow shirt. While your five-year-old and counting electric guitar shone back most of the light, you were basked in it. Others reflect these colors, yet you embody them like crystalline gems.

Barbatos had to be honest, he gasped at the moment you whipped your hair back while seemingly losing yourself to the music.

"Is it..." the butler whispered to himself. He couldn't perish the thought of reality. You were there, right before his eyes, performing on stage but trapped in your own psychic tapestry.

In moments notice, he'd stand there frozen. The human, beloved by many, master of the avatars, representative of humanity, was strumming along to the guitar like a maniac. The long wires connected to large speakers, and not only that, you had a mic. A working microphone stand.

Many thoughts circled is head, and before one knew it, he had already been perched up at the balcony. Still in his sage green slacks, he clung to the marble ridges of the railing.

Tell him, what's that look on your face? The widest grin with a smile that reaches your eyes, added to furrowed brows while you squint to not get too blinded by the light.

"He puts his hands on his hips, begging 'please end this conversation'..."

The speakers thump to your every word, and all remains from the night before rolled up to a perfectly adorable little summary. For one, the shirt you wore irked the faint smell of Barbatos' cologne, and how it had stains along its seams.

You forced the mic closer to you, your legs tapping along to the music. "Baby said, 'when you talk, and I go dead' 'just your mouth, give me your head."

All it did for the ever growing fire in your soul to ignite was seeing him break into a smile. His elbow on the railing, his resting the side of his face on his had. You knew he'd really want this.

Does he deserve it? My my... You're a diamond.

Alone at parties in a deadly silhouette, it came to a drastic surprise when those who aren't too familiar with the Lord's butler had an affinity for such genre. Truly, they have never seen him in such a state of ecstasy.

Barbatos never seemed to be one to find things 'fun'. Delightful? sure. Exquisite? of course. Immaculate? perhaps. Enjoyable? Thrilling? Remarkable? There could be a whole manuscript of words, but 'fun' ousted itself like a young seedling amongst great trees.

Rarely has he ever reserved time for himself, and it is usually as a request from others. Not that he doesn't see the value in taking a break; he will surely indulge in it himself if necessary. But in Barbatos' eyes, it isn't practical.

In contrast to Diavolo, whose childish demeanor outshines his princely duties - much to the council's dismay - Barbatos was his guide. As Lucifer might've been the voice of reason who often takes responsibility for nearly triple quarter of the devil's work, Barbatos was a guiding light: an observant to be sure that no path goes astray. It was never not expected that others have a rigid view of his character, much less consider his other likes.

Yet why betray him the privilege of enjoyment? He truly hoped your perception of him didn't end there. If it did - how pitiful.

When he's particularly upset, he'd brew up the finest tea to the brash melodies of rock and metal. The serene atmosphere of golden highlighted crimson wallpaper, the smell wafts itself in the air with how small skulls shape themselves from the steam. And as you enter such a display, the first ever sound you'd here was the excruciating, hinting deathly scream of a low, raspy voice from the record player.

And he'd look up from sipping his tea, offering you a smile that only emphasizes his hospitality.

It wasn't practical, which was why he blends his favourite past times with his usual tasks. He didn't have to be in such a down mood for one to hear the snaring of drums and loud guttural growls from the castle's kitchen. Starting off with the Devildom's version of metal: rather hellish and would break the average mortal's ears by the first second. It's a special earful if you got the singles that sung it in their faction's native language. Though Latin would be Barbatos' preference "et in hora mortis nostrae".

That changed upon the introduction of human world rock. It's shallower, mellower to the ones he and any other demon is used to. But it's different. It doesn't necessarily channel a destructive output, yet it was a good change of pace.

That was far before you two started dating.

Months thereafter his adoration for the vividly wild instrumentals and appreciation to each throat-wrenching strain gradually grew. You knew that. When you're not looking, he's etching records of your song to always and forever, remember, Was there a moment where he'd skip a chance to listen to you practice? He'd always make time.

Until then, the little D's watch as the, once more, renowned butler of the castle wiggling his hands along imaginary strings, too deep in the moments as he waits for the kettle to boil. They admit, it was a rather endearing sight.

"Yeah, he's a master. Compliments!!" they'd all cheer. On occasion, Diavolo would witness these brief minutes himself. Actually? He'd watch silently before Barbatos quickly comes back to his decorum upon the sight of the prince.

Besides, it was more than enjoyable. Listening to him say the words "let me taste your silhouette, you can talk between my legs" was extremely entertaining. You wouldn't necessarily hear him say the exact words in person and that was the point, it was a form of expression.

What can the prince say? The tea tasted better when made with passion. And after that was the start of a normal day; well aware, the usual. This was a routine that everyone can get by on.

Just what felt like millennia ago, you and him were alone in one of the corners of the classroom. Free period; better to finish some additional seat work, though at this time you didn't feel like doing it. It just so happens to also be the hour where Barbatos was also free, so you'd consider this a win.

"Put your lovin' hand out baby," you spoke in a sing-song voice, extending your hand towards the butler. You sat on the wooden chair, your free arm lays on the backing as you leaned forward to resting your chins along your elbow. You legs wide opening to be able to sit in such orientation when the back was now the front.

Your darling only shook his head. "For sure you can do better," he teased, speaking in an every so slightly cocky tone.

You pouted your lips, cocking your head to the side. "But, baby, let me."

"You spoil yourself," Barbatos said. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as he pulled it closer to you, finally sitting down at your side, close enough that your knees brushed against each other. You felt his presence near, and for a moment, it distracted you from the nagging thoughts in your head. You'd think you'd beg for more, but also something had been circulating your mind. August was near, and so far you.. needed confirmation.

You leaned back slightly, your fingers tapping absent-mindedly on the chair's back as your thoughts drifted. "I heard you've been listening to that band I recommended," you said, shrugging a bit.

It wasn't too long when you first recommended him Måneskin. Consider yourself the next Thomas Raggi, all the same you're confident enough in your skill level. You'd practice their songs in secret, hoping that, just once, you'd be able to perform for a single audience. You'd play it hard and fast 'cus you had everything.

He raised an eyebrow "Ah," his curiosity piqued. "I see the news has reached you as well."

"Gossip. And it's near obvious." You spoke with a hum, standing up from your chair. Still leaning onto it for support, your knees against the rounded edges. "So, what song are you listening to?"

That was a billion grimms' worth question. Barbatos paused for a moment, carefully considering his answer. You watched as his green eyes glance back at you, the subtle movement of his green hair flowing along to the tilt of his head in your direction.

"Hmm.. and why would you wish to know?"

You pouted again. " Please? "

Barbatos sighed. Truly, he was not exempted from any request when it was especially you. "Since you asked so kindly, then I shall."

All ears up, you listen to his words carefully. While not especially a favourite, he admitted: "Baby Said".

You nodded along in understanding, thinking on how to practice this while your subconscious human turn to your own depiction of the said song's instrumental. Only one thing was on your mind on that moment — "ohh.. good taste."

You hadn't even noticed him leaving the room, too focused to listen to the ongoing conversations. Your fingers snap themselves to the beat of the song; well the electric guitar had always been the highlight.

To think you held his heart captive twice in a row was a near understatement. Even so, it takes a lot of meticulous and carefully curated, well-thought-out actions to effectively hide surprises from Barbatos. Seriously, you wonder how he's well aware of everything, powers aside. It's not like he always uses it.

You felt shivers from the night before. His taste lingering from your tongue, the blurry memory of his hands tracing the side of your body. How you had to cover yourself with the large satin blanket, trying to at least be a bit modest.

It was a miracle how he managed to have a bed in a room filled with hexes, portals to other universes and other forms of magic. Amidst all the unsightly elements, his room was tidy.

Though you aren't the most careful of individuals. Loosening yourself from his iron grip wasn't enough, but to do so without moving too much was beyond a hassle. Furthermore, sliding off the bed instead of lifting yourself up felt as if waking him up would be the end of you.

Nonetheless, it was partly manageable.

You had no choice. Beggin' and prayin' you hadn't caused that much of a mess. You also cleaned out a few of your valuables out of courtesy- if you were able to identify them to begin with. The mix of whole and shredded fabric in a dim lit room should be a crime in itself.

That should answer most of the embarrassing questions. You hopes that he wouldn't mind a more... well, residents say "annoying" or "unethical" which was a whole irony in itself, but for you you can just refer to it as: convenient.

And it was worth it.

Your eyes looked back at your beloved, whose attention dangles from above the balcony. You couldn't help it, you just had to let out a playful scoff at that.

Ignore the microphone, the gardens were your amphitheatre. No static can overcome the sudden impulse to surge through the buildup. To let all realms hear your hearts-and-tears rendition. It may cause a strain in your voice, but you didn't care.

"I wish he didn't but my baby said!"

Pools of pink and gold swirl in your irises. A sharp, crazed look adorned your otherwise earthly features. There's the insanity oozing itself out your system, prying out the shell it had been oh so desperate to break every since you started practicing the song. Was it a month or two? A concrete timeline didn't matter; your feelings hated the waiting.

Sing him praises over and over, it's music to both of your ears.

Repeat lyrics as if the last one wasn't loud enough. Louder. Until heaven knows your voice will experience hell for days.

Moments after your song finished you jumped out of the car to immediately greet your lover as he opened the door to the castle. You could see him, always presenting him prim and proper, now a bit disheveled from the stereo beat of his heart.

You chuckled, flipping your hair as you placed a hand on your hip, "did you like it?"

With one final inhale, Barbatos recomposed himself once more. Standing up straight, fixing up his sleeves; though one notable difference was how relaxed his expression had become. How his smile has gotten wider, lightly touching the corner of his eyes.

"I'm flattered you think so fondly of me."

You rolled your eyes, raising a brow as you leaned your back against the door of the car. "And miss out? Please, I can never do this again now, hmm?"

The latter simply nodded, closing his eyes as he raised a hand to his chin. "You're correct on that assessment."

"Heh.." you huffed out. You got up and started walking towards Barbatos, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other caressing the sides of his face. It's as if no amount of emotions you poured out earlier would encompass all of what you simple adore of this butler. You could hear the distant complains of elder demons, though they are easily dismissed. For now, you leaned closer to give him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Happy Birthday Barbi," you cooed. "'Love ya."

Barbatos simply nodded his head once more. Grabbing your wrist, he softly leans his cheek closer, encapsulated in the warmth of your hand. Even in the faintest voice, you could make out a small "thank you."

You startled him at first, but now that you finished your bedazzling serenade, Barbatos needed a time to breathe. How you'd notice your own reflection within his glossy eyes — from waking up to early or from the awestruck faxed you put him on? We will never know.

Barbatos pulled you closer, the feeling of his soft lips on yours sent an electrical chill down your spine. It caused you to shiver from shock, but slowly melt into it. It's one to express your gratitude verbally, but the swelling of emotion you caused him may have required a different outlet for output.

"I love you most, dearest."

A couple seconds to spare is more than enough to satiate a lover's requirement, though he'd gladly be greedy enough to want more. You can't make yourself oppose it; that's what your baby said.

note.s : take a wild guess on what time did i start writing this because, looking back, this feels like such a huge... opportunity. i promise that i'm working on type i error, it's just my schedule for the past few days had fucked itself over- but nonetheless, i'm happy that i was at least able to make something special ^^

again, this is more self indulgent than anything but please, it's barbatos. anyhow, that's all for now hehe~! also as promised to a certain someone, @youngwonhee here's your ping <3

2024 © dear-tortured-adam | dividers by cafekitsune

[twice-inamillion]

Playing In The Future Home

Fluff and Smut

1.4 K words

(Jihyo and OC making new memories)

"I can't wait to see where we are going to build our future house," Jihyo said as she looked outside the window. The two of you are on your way to visit the plot of land that you showed her before through FaceTime. 

"Minji gave me the keys to the gate so we can park the car inside and walk around." Jihyo puts up her hands closer, "Look, my hand is shaking from how excited I am right now." 

"Don't be nervous. I know you are going to like it. We are almost there; just a couple more minutes."

You exit the highway and immediately make a left turn. Then drive down the windy road up a small hill and turn right into a private road. Only two hundred feet into a private road filled with trees and bushes, you are met with a large metal gate, "I'm going to open the gate; I'll be right back." Once the gate is open, you drive inside and close the gate around before driving again. The dirty road eventually leads you to a grass-filled field, "we're here." 

The two of you get out of the car; Jihyo walks around for a bit as you get your backpack and binder. "What do you think?"

"It's amazing, and it's big. I love the trees and bushes that surround the entrance." 

"Yes, Minji said that the previous owner fenced the entire estate so their animals wouldn't get out. Makes it easier for us because it ensures our privacy."

 You take out your binder and show Jihyo some sketches that you and Minji worked on for the past two days. "Look, here are some examples of the potential layout," as you point at the 2D view of the whole estate. "This right here is the layout of the entrance layout just came in front, and we are standing here," as you point at the spot you are standing in. "The lot is huge, and it does have a slight hill towards the back and trees throughout the lot. What Minji and I thought was to keep the entrance untouched, just grass and the house in the middle. Because the area has so much space, we have the option of a one-story house that has spread out or a two-story house. We can also have detached buildings like a music room and multiple guest houses away from the main house but still close. We can even have a large pool with a building on its own, but we would need to childproof it. We have a lot of options to make this place perfect. Towards the back of the lot are multiple trees and a small stream that runs across the end of the property." 

The both of you walk around, and Jihyo tries to visualize the house with the binder in her hands. "I like it, and I think the members will be happy. When do you think we can buy it and start building?"

"I talked to Minji about it, and she said that the owner has wanted to sell the property for a while since all his family has moved to the city abroad and has no more use for it. Regarding the building, we can talk to a few contractors and get the permits ready after we buy the property. Shouldn't be too long, but it all depends on the layout of the house."

"The faster, the better; I can just see the babies running around and having fun with each other. I want Jisoo to have a memorable childhood and grow up safe without the eyes of the public on her and the rest."

"She will; just imagine her playing with the twins on a swing or going down the slide. It's going to be perfect." You hold her hand and start to walk, "let me show you the best part." The both of you walk up toward the end of the property, where you see a hill surrounded by numerous trees. There is a special tree that is much older than the rest, and as you both get closer, Jihyo is amazed by its size, "Wow, the tree is huge." 

"The tree isn't the only thing; turn around." Jihyo turns to see a fantastic view of the landscape. Her future is right before her, and the rest of the world is in the background. "Omg, the view is wonderful. Thank you, oppa," hugging you. 

"Everything here is for us, our future. You deserve the whole world, and I will try my best to give you that." Jihyo tears up from happiness, and the both of you share a passionate kiss. 

"Thank you." 

After settling down, you both sit on the blanket and snacks you brought and enjoy a bottle of wine. Jihyo, a good drinker, enjoys the wine more than you and, little by little, gets tipsy. "Oppa, want to mess around a little bit? We're alone, so we can have a little fun," giving you a sexy wink.

"For you, I'm able to go all the way." 

She pushes you down, gets on top of you, and starts to unbutton your shirt. "Don't do anything; I'll take care of everything and just enjoy." With your chest exposed, she kisses every inch of you, "oppa, you have a manly chest; I love it." 

You give a soft moan as she kisses your neck, "Jihyo, it hurts." 

Jihyo looks down and sees the large bulge in your pants, "Oh wow, hard already?"

"It's just that you're too sexy, I can't help it."

She undoes your pants and fishes out your cock. "Don't worry, little fellow; you'll get your turn soon enough." Once she's done with your neck, she stands up and pulls down her leggings and panties. Jihyo sits on your shaft, causing you to moan, "Ahhh, you're bending my cock." 

"Hmmm, I can feel your cock throbbing, but it's not time yet," as she begins to grind on you. The feeling of her lips hugging your cock throws you over the edge, and Jihyo knows it. "How do you like that? You like it when I grind my pussy on your cock?"

"Jihyo, please don't tease; let me put in it." 

"Just a bit longer," as she increases the pace. She puts more of her weight on your cock, causing you to moan in pain. "Fuck, I can feel your hot cock throbbing. You're such a bad boy, but good job on holding on. Here is your reward." 

Jihyo grabs your cock and lifts herself, aligning it to her entrance. You watch as the head of your cock spreads her lips apart, causing you to gasp, "Fuck, you're so tight." She drops her whole weight, and her cunt swallows you whole, "Ahh… fuck, you're cumming already?"

You grab her waist and hold her tight, "take all of my cum!" She places her hands on your chest and digs her nails as she begins to ride you as you cum inside her. "Let it all out; I'll milk you of all you're worth." 

You see her lustful eyes, the eyes of someone who's found her prey. She rides you as you cum, her tits swaying from side to side, "come on baby, do you like how I ride your big cock? Your cock that's filling me up with baby batter. Stay hard for me, okay." 

Jihyo, with her head on your chest, can hear your heavy breathing, she knows that she has you in her hands. "You think you can go for another round?"

“Ye…yeah… I… I can."

She sits back up, ties her hair in a ponytail, looks you in the eyes, and begins to ride you once more. You can help you move your gaze, but she says, "Don't, look at me. You're mine." 

All you hear now is the noise of flesh grinding against each other, Jihyo's tight walls choking your cock. 

She rides you for about five minutes until you cum once, filling her womb with baby batter. "Yeah… just like that. Fill me up with your cum” as she tightens up her cunt. Once she's done milking you for the second, she lifts herself up and lays beside you. 

Haven gotten a happy ending you look at her erect nipple and attach yourself you it. "Aww, my poor baby, there, there. Suck on mommy's tits until you're full, okay" as she caresses your head. You fall asleep attached to her breast as Jihyo hugs you tight in her arms. 

[manlywitch]

How bout possessive Shigaraki & Dabi x male reader?

Where the reader has been hanging around other people besides the LoV and the two are getting jealous. Extremely jealous.

ahhhh, tysm !! this request makes me so happy, and i hope you enjoy this one!!! have a great day or night! (⌒‐⌒)💙.

I accidently posted it while I was still working on it, I love how cool my fast ass fingers are /J

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⭐️> A bit of a masochist Shiggy and Dabi...

🌱> Proofread ?- ❌️

⭐️> A tad bit of yandere- ish behavior.

🌱> Reader is kind of a male bitch.

⭐️> SFW(-ish)

🌱> Type - Not even sure (🫧)

⭐️> I'm not even sure if this makes sense, but we'll roll with it.

🌱> Reader has a teleportation quirk.

FEM ALIGNED DNI. ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ`✦ ˑ ִֶ

•◇ᵐᵃⁿˡʸʷⁱᵗᶜʰ◇•

A beautiful green landscape was next to you whilst sitting in the train looking out of the window, your friend sitting next to you chatting about whatever. You weren't listening at this point being zoned out.

It wasn't like you were thinking about anything or anyone at the moment.

Just the type of zoned out where you would stare at nothingness until it gets blurry.

"Uh...(M/n)-?"

"(M/n)?"

"Son of a b-" a pinch to your ear got you out of the weird ass trance you were in as you looked plainly at your friend.

"Okay, so like I was saying -" your friend continued <their> speech, and you responded with 'Yes' and 'mhm' occasionally.

The feeling of eyes watching you suddenly hit you when a man sitting opposite of the train directly looking at you grabbed your attention.

He looked away as soon as he noticed you saw him, not before noticing blue-ish hair from under his hoodie slightly drooping out.

You knew who it was.

'Fucking idiot' you thought knowing who this guy was.

The weird ass stalker who was also known as your 'boss' as you put it.

Ever since joining the LoV, you noticed two men both trying to gain your attention in 'subtle' ways.

"Okay...(M/n) I will literally cut off your dick if you don't listen to me -" Your friend cut you out of your thoughts, and your attention was back to <them>.

Half an hour later, you got off your train and parted ways with your friend.

You knew Tomura was behind you.

You could feel his eyes piercing through your skull.

You took a left turn into an alleyway, the skinny man following behind you.

You stopped at some point and used your quirk. Tomura, not sure why you stopped.

"Why are you still talking to- " you heard him say, you knew he was a dumb impatient brat but holy fuck.

Couldn't he just stay silent? Like... He was trying to be stealthy or whatever.

you teleported in front of him, face lowered to his and seeing red before he could even finish his sentence. “don’t you dare,” you breathe as you curled your fingers around the pale man's throat and pressing down with careful pressure. “if i so much as hear <their> name leave your lips,” you leaned closer, your lips barely brushing the stunned man's neck. “i will fucking castrate you in your sleep..."

Your tone was threatening and serious, but Tomura was still a bit giddy, feeling your hand around his neck still recalling the feeling.

It almost gave him a hard on.

He was trying to contain a smirk knowing that you touched him and not Dabi.

He just wanted you to also get the feeling you were about to get a boner if he were to touch you.

Maybe? He hoped, at least.

After he lost the giddiness and all that of being touched by his dear 'future husband', it only got replaced with jealousy and hatred from the thought of your 'friend' it gave a sour taste in his mouth.

He was still standing there the same way. You scoffed and walked away.

| 🌱💙🌱 『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

You walked back in to the usual stuff that happened in the abandoned bar that you and the other members of the LoV called a base.

Just Kurogiri cleaning glasses that already seemed clean to you

and Toga laying on the couch drinking some random drink that was blood with some random juice mixed while watching some random gorey film.

And Dabi-? Probably in his room doing. . . No one knows.

When you walked into your room, you found out you were completely wrong about what Dabi was doing since he actually was sitting on your bed.

He ushered you over and made you sit next to him

"I just got a call from crusty fuck..." Dabi said in a deep almost threatening tone.

"Me and him have decided to claim you. So you're officially ours now. You can not say no." He said, smirking most likely proud he got to claim his lil' 'bunny'.

When Tomura walked in, you were immediately sandwiched by the possessive men.

"Motherfuckers-" You couldn't say anything else before you felt hands wrapped around you.

|🌱💙🌱 『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

You awoke the next day, your body marked up with hickeys and scratches.

'Fuckin' assholes...'

In the background, you heard your 'boyfriends' talking about how handsome you looked with their marks all over you.

Guess this was your life now.

ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦

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I hope this is what you wanted.

I always love new requests, so absolutely send them in when you get an idea!!🌱

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- pregnancy, 18+ words and themes overall, Child Birth, Description of childbirth, Angst. Gender reveal!!!

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

previous chapter here.

CHAPTER 21

Winter fell as cold as it maybe in the middle of winter, is not nearly as cold as castle black, being on the absolute edge of the frozen waste land. You do not have to layer as much and once in a while a spot of sun peaks in from the frozen clouds. 

Although there is far less to do now with a full staff you still find a way to enjoy yourself. Playing little games with Sansa, or reading books from the library. You even enjoy watching joss spire with podrick as they’ve spent more time together, though you’ve been avoiding his lady Brienne of Tarth. 

You do so now as you watch the two of them spire with wooden swords as they laugh.

”your grace. It is an honor to speak to you once more now so at such a high standing.” A familiar graining voice hits your ears as lord petyr Baelish, little finger walks up beside you. 

“Lord Baelish..” you say he nods a bit before opening his mouth and speaking once again. 

“I want to personally apologize for the loss of your husband, Ser clegane. you are far too young and beautiful to be subject to widowing status.” He says. 

”you flatter me.” You say dully. Not really interested in what he has to say. 

“I try my best as i-“ 

“What do you want lord Baelish.” You interrupt him. 

“Nothing your grace, except for your happiness and safety.” He answers. 

“Mm I am safe. i'm surrounded by family and friends and I have joss and the other guards to protect me.” You speak.

“What about happy?” Baelish asks you turning his entire body to watch your facial expression drops. 

“Why arnt you happy? What do you want that you dont already ha-“ before he can continue his words you cut him off Turing your head to look his straight in the eyes. A sort of anger burning within. 

“My husband.” You speak plainly starring daggers into his soul. Heavy footstep sound through the frozen boards of the deck behind you interrupt the conversation. 

Baelish looks up slightly knowing its Breanne as she's the only as tall as where his gaze lands to be. Lord Bealish opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he gets the chance. 

“No need to grab the last word my lord…i will assume it is something clever..” you say turing your focus back to the landscape. 

He huffs before speaking. 

“My lady…your Grace.” He says and turns before taking his leave away from 

you. 

“Your Grace-“ Brienne begins. 

“I dont wish to speak to you.” You say as you turn walking down the platform

“Your Grace please, if you’d just allow me to apologize!.” She calls out to you following you. 

“What part about i do not wish to speak to you do you not understand?! I do not want to speak to you? Should i say it plainly for you to understand, shall i have to shout it out to you?!” You bark at her angrily. She drops, kneeling beneath you. 

“Your Grace please. I am deeply sorry that the fate of your husband was met by my hands. If i had known-“ 

“If you had known that it was my husband would you have ceased your actions? Or would you continue to ‘protect’ the stark girls. From any a threat?” You huff out.

 She dosnt speak just keeps her head low. Your anger is pushed aside by a painful flare as your hand places itself on your belly. 

“I know there might never be a state of pardon for my actions tword your family but i rest assure you i will do anything and everything in my power you try and make up for the loss.” She says you place your hand on her shoulder not as a console but to keep yourself steady as another pain passes through you rendering your knees to almost buckle. 

“Your grace..?” Brienne looks up at you seeing you in pain. 

She stands and takes hold of you to help steady yourself. You gather up your skirt slightly to see blood and liquid.

“Fuck..the babe is coming.” You say looking up to her.

”w-what? Are you quite certain?!” She asks worriedly. Another uncomfortable pain pulls through your body as it nearly takes you out. 

”JOSS! JOSS!” Brienne yells he looks up and drops everything running as fas as he can up the steps to you both. 

“The babe is arriving get the midwife and maester NOW!” Brienne yells at him. 

“Ive got you your grace. Can you take steps?” She asks you nod taking a few steps before the pain buckles under you. 

“Its alright.” Brienne says before carefully lifting you up into her arms hurriedly but carefully carrying you to your chambers when your ladies in waiting arrange everything as best as they can. 

”my lady.” You hear joss's voice as the master and the midwife rush in. 

“GET HIM OUT!” You yell 

“come along joss.” Brienne says. 

“NO! Him!” You yell about the maester not wanting to be examined or touched by a man, maester or otherwise. 

“Your grace i do not think-“ the master is interrupted by another groan of pains from you before Brienne shoves his out of the room. your ladies help out of your restricting dress leaving you in your under dress. 

“Your grace you need to lay down so i may examine you.” The midwife speaks. You let out a shaky breath as you take to the bed and lay back. Brienne closes the door and her and joss stand on either side of it watching outwards. 

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Your groans and screams of pain can be heard through almost every part of the castle, leaving everyone to stop in their business and wait in hopes for a baby's cry. 

You hold onto Lucy’s hand and the side post of the bed as you endure the worst physical pain. She tells you words of encouragement, but you know something is wrong as tears pour down your cheeks. 

“no… NO NO!” You scream.

“It’s alright your grace.” Lucy says pleading with you.

“n-no no.. something’s w-wrong.” You panicing, shaking.

“he should be out by now…something….s-someth-AHH!” You scream the pain overwhelming you.

You let go of her hand as you pull away and move to stand up. 

“Y/n?!” She protests. 

“let me up!” You say to your midwife. 

“Your grace you need stay.” she says. 

“UP!” You yell they nod and help you up the only thing covering your nude body is the blood stained cotton sheet wrapped around you. Yet even that falls to floor as you hobble to the edge of the room lucy following close behind waiting for any moment.

“Your grace you need to push!” One midwife says you lean forward against a table holding your self up looking down as blood drips onto the stone flooring. The weight of your self fall in as you drop to you knees.

“NO NO PLEASE!” You scream at your unborn child 

You scream as the pain surged through your body. You hand grips side of the chair so tightly your knuckles turn white and and the skin peels back on your palm. You scream murder into the air as your lungs burn. 

Your arms and legs shake leaving your muscles to ache. Sweat pours through your skin. Your vision is blurred, stained with teary eyes shut tight. Your hands and legs bloodied the fear you’ll die during this. A rush of the last bit of pain follow through your body. As you look down between your legs seeing a baby, purplish pink and pale only slightly misshapen from the effects of birth. 

Your midwife runs to you checking on you briefly before taking a hold of the baby and taking a towel to it before tying off the cord. Your worry fills your heart as you were told a healthy baby is supposed to cry. But just as your worry was placed it fades with the loud and hearty cry of your child. 

you sigh in relief as you sucsesfully gave birth but a soreness washes over over as the other women help you up and back to the bed to help ease the after birth. As your child is placed in your arms. 

“Its a boy your grace, you have a son.”

You cant help but begin to sob as he rests in a towel and blanket in your arms. You shakily breath trying to catch your breath from crying and the after birth pains. But they soon go away as your focus on your sons face is so perfectly combined of yours and sandors. He has his fathers hair color, but for now he looks like a chubby little new born baby, early, tiny but healthy. You can hear slight cheering outside your door from those celebrating the new prince's arrival. 

“May i get him cleaned up your grace?” Your midwife asks. You nod, handing him back to her carefully as she takes his aside in the room to begin cleaning him up a bit. 

“Well done.” Lucy says giving you a hug you hug her back. She helps you up a bit so they can help clean you off change the bed sheets and change out of wear putting you in something comfortable before making sure any residual bleeding will be taken care of. 

You rest in bed as the wife gives him back to you now all cleaned in the tiny nightclothes and a blanket. Fore the first time out side of his safe place in your womb, he has his first meal as he latches onto your breast with ease. 

Once hes done and you’ve rested you allow them all to vist first Sansa runs into your room and is in absolute awe of him his little hand gripping her finger. 

“Y/n he’s precious.” She says you smile proudly at what you and sandor created. 

“Hes going to grow into a strong man just like his father your grace.” The midwife says smiling. You nod a bit sad. 

“If only he were here.” You say. Sansa gives you a reassuring smile. 

“Lucy? Will you let joss in please?” You ask she nods and goes to the door opening it as joss enters. 

“Your grace.” Joss says giving you a smile. 

“Come here, come meet the little prince.” You say he smiles and hurries over to you leaving over as you show him your son. He smiles at the baby. 

“Hes got the lord cleganes hair.” He chuckles making you laugh and nod. 

“Would you like to hold him?” You ask. He looks worried at first but you place him into his arms and he holds him perfectly. 

“Oh. Have you thought up any name?” Sansa asks. 

“I did. I was thinking maybe i should name his after his father carryon the sandor clegane second of his name…” you trail off. 

“Perfect name your grace.” Joss says as he admires the little human in his arms. 

“Indeed…but then I remembered someone whose name I would love more for my son to have than his fathers…Joss.” You say. 

“Hmm?” Joss asks, humming as hes still glued to the baby. Sansa giggles as he hasn’t figured it out.  He looks to you confused for a split second before you nod to your son. His eyes begin to well up in with tears. 

“Wh-what?” He asks. 

You smile at him nodding. 

“Joss Dortain clegane.” You speak your brothers name as your sons middle. 

“Your gr- y/n. Im so honored.”he says you smile to him opening your arms and giving him a hug your son still in his arms. 

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[green-alm0nd]

[Echo X gn!Artist!Reader]: "You drew stars around my scars"

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Prompt: "you drew stars around my scars"

Echo has always been insecure about the way he looks, and he was very surprised that you adored him the first time both of you met. Your acts of love have made him feel again, and when he's at his lowest, you always help him out.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Sun/Moon type of relationship, reader having a messy room, reader being very bubbly and happy, angst, comfort, mentions of torture, scars, kisses. I'm not a Swiftie, I just like the prompt. A bit short, not proofread.

Enjoy!

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Echo is a very organised person.

Unlike his partner, who was an artist, and thus had a not so good cleaning routine. Despite that, he still loved you. He loves coming back from a mission and seeing you draw peacefully, not caring about anything else. One thing he wished he could do, was to forget about life with just a single brush and some paint; it was already hard enough to handle nightmares, after all.

What he loved the most about you was the way you showed love: you'd draw things for him, you'd associate his personality with a colour...those little things made him adore you. His scomp link had been resigned and painted over for around 12 times now.

Whenever he felt insecure, you'd always assure him that he was beautiful and you'd draw him to cheer him up.

All of those, however, cannot compare to what made him fall for you. It was just one single act, but that act made the feeling blossom, and it made him fall in love with you.

....

Echo had come back from a mission, tired and exhausted. The Marauder was quiet, besides the 'gonk' noises Gonky made, and the ordinary tool scattering sounds coming from the cockpit, where Tech fixed whatever he was fixing.

The clone felt really insecure today, and he felt a bit down for doing so. He wished, for once, that he didn't get tortured and he wished not to be a machine for once. Yeah, his scomp link was handy at times, but it was annoying to have it stuck on his skin 24/7.

He did have a mechanism to forget about his insecurities, and that was talking to you. Echo was surprised when you had complimented him for being a 'nice model for your art' besides being more machine than human. You also suggested for a few times to paint his scomp link, and give it a more 'modern' look.

He came into your barrack, and quietly sat down on your bed; waiting for you to finish a landscape painting.

Once you finished painting, you turned to face him.

"Echo? Hey, what's up?" You asked, getting a small towel to clean the stains of paint in your face.

Echo looked at the painting, and then at you.

"Nothing much." He replied, even though it was a lie.

You saw right through him, you always did. Whenever you looked at him as if he had ruined an artwork, he'd instantly tell you.

So he told you.

"Just... insecure. About my scomp link." He responded, curtly.

To this, you stared at him, deep in thought.

You grabbed a pencil and started playing with different patterns, before turning to face him.

"Could you remove your top armour?" You asked.

He seemed to hesitate, but he obliged and took his chest plate. With a nod, you lifted his sleeve where his scomp link was, and ordered him to sit with his arm upright.

You slowly took his scomp like off, and gazed at all the scars he had around it.

Echo looked away, deeply embarrassed. What would his brothers say when he explains how he lets nobody touch his scomp link but you're the exception?

He sighed, and focused in wall paintings, instead of watching you examining the area.

After a while, you spoke up.

"Is this what is making you feel insecure?" You asked, to which he nodded and let out a small 'Mostly'.

You grabbed your pen and your acrylic paint and started drawing different designs of stars all around his scars.

Echos eyes lit up, and turned to look at you.

You carefully drew with a pen a star, and paint it with a yellow colour afterwards. And so on, until he had a stars all around his scomp link base.

Once you finished, he was stunned for your actions, and let out a small smile.

"Thank you." He said.

You smiled back, but your grin was always brighter.

"It's nothing. You can count on me if you need anything related to art."

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And that marks the day Echo sold his soul to a disorganised artist that had once drawn stars around his scars.

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I am back! And finally inspired to do some work! I will try to post more often.

Stay safe and remember to drink water <3

Ps: I'm not a Swiftie lol

[louroth]

Hello hello everybody! It is time for another months progress, and I am so excited to share with you, all the things I have gotten my grimy little gremlin hands on. First off, what we are all here for; writing. I have been on fire, to be honest! Last month I churned through the last of the first batch of erotica stories (there's 6 (!!!) of them on my patreon already) and set them up for publishing along with two more unseen ones- I'm still going over the logistics of where to publish for the best revenue (I know this sounds boring, but I have to make an income somehow, and hopefully find another audience as a smut writer on other platforms 💀 I love writing it so why not!), and I am making headway, learning the ins and outs of self publishing. On patreon, there are also two Q&A's that are written in a bit more fictional manner, in character: a more fun way than just writing answers straight up and down. I have enjoyed those so much! There's a bunch of other stuff I haven't even mentioned- honestly, I have to say, I'm really proud of my output on Patreon even though I have been really anxious about writing full time. It's going great! I have to thank my new friends and support-network on discord; you make this all worth it. I cannot express how fun it is to shoot the shit with you in vc, gaming together, or seeing your shenanigans in gen or your in depth theories (thanks for the brainworms!) or memes or staring longingly at the fanfic channel or drooling over your art (ouro related or not) or... Gah. You are just amazing people, and I will waste no opportunity in saying so. Thank you forever and ever and ever an-

When it comes to OUROBOROS, I am happy to announce that the next chapter is damn near done! I was halted because of the discovery that dashingdon is no longer supported by it's creator, and have been working on the twine version ever since, earlier than I expected- it's tough work, but I am so excited to make this an actual game made entirely by myself, and not submitting to a company that quite frankly leaves a bitter aftertaste. It is taking long to make because I want to make it mobile compatible from the start, which there isn't a lot of resources for. But I'm doing my best! The plan is that I will be posting the next chapter for Patreons in the coming month, and then treat you to a full twine release here on tumblr. I haven't made any rewrites when porting the twine build, but I would like to do that too... so we will see; this plan is not set in stone. I will just have to see how it evolves over the next month. Yes, beta-readers is still on the schedule, just holding off a little while while I wrap my head around this new coding landscape.

Other than that, I have been working on the set aesthetic for ouro, which has been really hard, a lot harder than I expected. You all know I am no wizard when it comes to graphic design, but I want to at least develop a set palette and imagery and portraits that is cohesive to the story. The work is ongoing, and I don't have much to say about it- even though it is taking a lot of my brain power. I'm hoping I can come to some kind of set and in depth conclusion that I am happy with before the twine release, because I want the game to feel like a treat to open up and play; a world to get lost in.

That's it! If you want to see weekly and more in depth dev-logs, you know where to go. I hope you have an amazing day or night, and we will see each other soon. xx

[not-poignant]

Hello, I was wondering if you have any tips for how to start getting into writing?? I’ve always wanted to write the stories in my head down but I struggle with writing and am not very good in general haha. When I read your books I get so filled with inspiration but feel like it’s too late for me to start ( even though logically I know I’m still quite young, but being in my final year of university feels like I’m running on quicksand ).

When reading Falling Falling Stars for the first time, it was like being shown a new type of love, being shown that has changed me as a person, which is why I’m reaching out.

Thank you for your time and for sharing your wonderful stories.

Hi anon!

People can learn how to write - especially for themselves - at any age. In fact sometimes it's easier to start when you're a bit older, when you've read and experienced a lot more stories and have an idea of the kind of things you enjoy reading.

It's important mostly to just be patient and gentle with yourself. You don't have to sit down and write a contained story, free yourself from the idea that you have to write a chronological/sequential complete story when you get started.

Start with the things you want to see most. Say there's a show where you just want two characters to hook up. Write a page of that. Not even the reason why, just...start with what you're imagining.

At first it might not be exactly what you're hoping for. There will be lines you like, and dialogue you think 'oh yeah this is kind of what I wanted' etc. that's okay. Think of it like...when people start out in art, it's not what they imagined yet, but that doesn't mean it's bad! It's a 'sketch.' It's good to do lots of writing sketches too.

If you find you enjoy writing things that you've always imagined and wish you could read, practice other things too! You can look around your environment and write 'how would I describe where I'm sitting if I loved this place more than anywhere else in the world' and then write 'how would I describe where I'm sitting to an alien' or 'how would I describe how this place smells, or looks, or sounds (practice listening for the sounds outside too, it can be meditative!), or feels to the touch.'

You can do those 'sketches' anywhere - in cafes, in restaurants, on public transport, on your notes app at a friend's place, at a family dinner after everyone's eaten and you're just chilling.

And then often without thinking about it, you will use those skills to breathe more life into the things you want to see most in your writing. Instead of just a one page hook up, you might write four pages where you describe the bedroom, how things feel, what the 'mood' is etc.

All you need is an urge to see certain things in the world and wanting to write them down. Put down random lines of dialogue. If you imagine two characters arguing, or hugging, or making up, write down somewhere quickly: 'These two characters hugging' to inspire you later. Maybe something specific about it makes you happy. 'They're hugging but this one is grabbing the other one's jumper/sweater really tightly.'

Writing for me is a sequence of moments, and while I write chronologically / sequentially now, I didn't used to! I gave myself permission to write scenes because I found it freeing, because if nothing else, then I have a scene of something I always wanted to see in the world. Maybe I do nothing more than just read and enjoy it sometimes, well, that's what I wanted - to write something I wanted to see in the world!

Anyone can do that, anon, and age is seriously no barrier to that. Writing creatively is one of those things that, like wine, tends to age/get better with time, whether you're practicing it or not. Learning more about the world, other people, ourselves, and the things in it, reading more, watching more film and TV, that actually enriches our imaginative landscape, and that's what fuels writing (even if you don't have an 'imagination' in the classic sense).

Writing creatively isn't about writing 'books' - anyone can sit down and write a moment, and you can too. And if you don't like looking at a blank page, just put down a sentence. Even a sentence from another story that inspires you.

My favourite writing advice to defeat a blank page because it always makes me laugh is:

Write the worst sentence you possibly can. Like, go out of your way and make it bad and silly.

'What a dumb brown rug.'

There, you no longer have a blank page! And you can definitely write a better sentence than that!

'He hated that rug, the colour reminded him of mud, and it didn't suit the room at all.'

'He rubbed his shoes on the brown rug, locking his hands together, twisting his fingers and hoping no one noticed him.'

But you know, 'what a dumb brown rug' is fun too. :D

And ultimately, you just have to try and have some fun with it <333

[idv-sunsxin3]

Diggers // Dating Headcanons

Note// I gotta write this since i successfully managed to bring him home;;; 🥺

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Diggers is canonly a hippie. He is based on them, his voice lines often tell how peace is better than war- I don't have the mind to interpret him with many kinds of hippies stereotypes because I'm still skeptical about some things that I don't even know better- 🤔🫠

There may even be misunderstandings because it actually really happened to the hippies from the 60s sometimes -

Diggers cherishes the times he gets to talk with you, always looking forward to seeing every day and getting to know you...

He is even eager to share his passions while he learns to understand yours as well. He has always been accepting and non-judgmental, ever since you first met. No matter the flaws.

It's probably how he treats everyone because of his moral standards- but it's also more than that... because it's you.

He definitely senses something different about you the moment your fingers touched..

You're his muse, "the sunlight from the mornings, the starlight of the night.... his whole universe." Yes, he said that to you once once--- 😭🫠🥺

But well, he loves showing some of his works of art - well, only the ones he managed to keep. He most likely does graffiti and flower power aesthetics.

Imagine there is a time you two painted a mark of your initials inside a heart with a paint spray on the same bench you both sat in where you first met each other--- it would be fate for sure smh;;;;

Hangouts usually would be staying with him at the back of his van with the doors open, so the windy day can go through. You sometimes lay down on the carpet he places down. You would hear him play his guitar as he sits across from you, serenading you with his slow, soothing tunes.

The sight of the grassfield's landscape can be seen from the van's back seat, along with the small silhouette of London from afar. Once Diggers stops playing, he tends to place his hand on your head and give it headpats... slowly massaging your scalp after as you try to stay awake.

He loves pampering you in his own way, letting you rest with him during lazy days.

He is a sweet, laid-back lover... He trusts you enough that his jealousy levels are low to none just by simply thinking of the many things that can make you feel safe and happy with him- having himself being part of your life is already an honor to him.

But of course, I can imagine he would be like a kicked puppy whenever you ignore him for too long... like not seeing for 3 days can already make him feel droopy;;;

You'll do a lot of outdoor activities with Diggers when dating him-- he would always say things like like "be one with the forest" or "connect with mother nature" while making you these pretty flower crowns to adorn them on your head,,,

Camping in a forest is one of the common things you two do, Diggers knowing lots of things about how to survive in the wild while only having his van as a refuge.

Don't underestimate for his slender figure!!! He can even name you many kinds of herbs, flowers, and berries. Even point out the ones that are venomous or poisonous. He can't do math or this deep insight science, but at least he is knowledgeable in certain fields.

This is just me, but I love a Diggers giving his s/o the passenger princess treatment. No more questions/ih

He talks to you in a very honeyed and flowery voice, you don't even know if he's ever angry at you even while being this upset---(to be true, he never brings himself to be angry at you-- it wouldn't be cool) With how he calls you "Honey", "Baby ", "Love", and so much more, you'll probably need a sleeping bag because man, his voice;;;

He is very affectionate - maybe a bit touchy even. Lots of hugs, kisses, hands on the small of your back, waist, or hip - he always has this tendency of keeping a hand on you when you're around.

If you give him the consent(because consent is beautiful✨️), he doesn't feel embarrassed when pulling you to his lap or holding you so close from behind around anyone.

His holds are meant to be pure and innocent. Having your bodies touch helps him charge his batteries from any stress he ever has to experience in a fast-faced world you both are living in.;;😔

He always likes to carefully plant soft kisses on your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, hands, and shoulder,,, (neck if he really wants to make out with you;;; 👉👈 *gets bonked for not being normal *) Lots of smooching when he finds the lovely opportunity.

He is 100% honest with you, never lies at all. Even would tell you his honest opinions in a sincere, half-hearted manner. Otherwise, it would be against his principles of a peace and love relationship. He wants to love you unconditionally no matter the future struggles that may happen between you two. Always avoiding toxicity and any form of hate towards you.

He loves taking care of his body, eating natural and non-processed food as possible, and going on vegetarian diets. He wants to share his little routines with you, if you want to, of course,,, it is pretty much a way he shows that he enjoys living life with you and taking care of you if you allow him to once in a while. It's like a sign of building trust for him. 🥺

It's so cute when he wants to try and persuade you to try these vivid color clothes with lots of patterns on it, even having these flower matching Keychains.;;

No matter the path you want to go to, he'll always support you and your choices,,, he'll encourage you to do anything your heart desires to achieve, as long as you're true to yourself. 🥺✨️

Overall! He is such a walking green flag. What else can I say to support that? You probably might have more ideas, and the floor is always open for them, my friends 😌✨️💅

[beanghostprincess]

Buggy’s bed is probably full of pillows. An objectively luxurious beast of furniture. And yet he sometimes feels something is missing at times, so he keeps adding even more. Finest silks, the softest and nicest cotton you can afford, sheets that are so smooth and comfortable getting into bed feels like slipping into lotion.

And yet he sometimes thinks back on tangled limbs at night and stolen sheets. Elbowing someone half asleep to give back the blanket, only earning a grunt from his bunkmate. More often than not starting a fight, but also more often than not settling into a compromise, holding each other close under the covers, falling asleep with someone’s head on his shoulder or his forehead touching someone else’s. More often than not waking up cheek to cheek and red strands of hair in his face, getting a full dose of morning breath and grimacing, but not pushing that person away when he turns around to doze a bit more, their arm wrapping around him and pulling him closer with a sigh as soon as he stills again. Suddenly his bed with its luxurious bedding and massive size feels oddly cold even insuring summer nights.

Less angsty afterthought: after reuniting Shanks will always try to scooch closer to Buggy in his sleep, even tough Buggy is a very active sleeper and having a double Kingsize means he basically moves across the entirety of the bed at least once a night. Shanks has often woken up in a haze, noticing his precious clown is no longer right next to him. Despite his state he wasted no time locating him in the landscape of pillows, wading trough satin comforters and scaling the mountain of throw pillows just to be reunited with his love again. He usually manages to wake Buggy up, ignores the pissed glare he receives and shoots him a sleepy smile and hits him with a mumbled „Hiii❤️“, before Buggy scoffs and lets him scooch closer so they can spoon again.

haha you're so funny such a funny ask haha i'm so happy haha

My heart is completely shattered. The whole description of how they used to sleep together made my heart drop. Why would you do this to me??? It's just- It's so beautiful. I'm taking the soft ending you wrote there, honestly. I want Shuggy cuddling and Shanks pulling Buggy close. I want Shanks kissing him all over his face to wake him up. I want Buggy to stare at sleeping Shanks for hours before realizing he's awake and slapping him. I want them to kiss softly right after waking up, have lazy make-out sessions, and enjoy every second they have together. I want Shanks to run his fingers through Buggy's hair and Buggy embarrassingly falling asleep right away with that. I am completely heartbroken after this and I need them to be in love so happy so desperately it hurts.

[bohemian-nights]

your attitude towards Black queer women is nasty and there's nothing stereotypical about a Black (possibly) lesbian character. on top of that, yall was on here the other day talm bout some "taking stuff from black men" but who woulda been seated for a yet another Black man chasing after a yt woman anyway and tryna use sex to control her??? franchaela are going to have a happy ending even if a little bit unconventional (we literally don't know how bridgerton's societal landscape will change by then) but what's the difference between them already living out quiet lives away from the ton and.....continuing to do that? it wouldn't be out of shame but out of what they want while it just so happens to protect them? what exactly would be different than what benophie woulda had to do??? who also had to go to the country to limit the risk of folks inquiring about sophie. it's the same thing and yet your issue seems to be that it's not a Black woman with a white man who harassed her to be his mistress and refused to see her as anything but that. i have no doubt the show will change that part of their dynamic but that seems to be something you want to stay in tact and you need to unpack that cause it's pathetic. you should want better.

They aren’t going to change shit because their MO isn’t to uplift Black women of any kind. So what you really want me to do is cheer on what will be a promiscuous Black woman chasing after or romancing a married white woman(her cousin-in-law) who will have to end up hiding out in the country for the rest of her life to escape persecution. You want me to pretend like it’s somehow the same/a better story than a Black woman being chased after, who gets the marriage, the adoring spouse, the children, doesn’t have to live in hiding or else she’ll be jailed, etc.

You don't care that they also ruined a Black man’s image too? Fine, but this isn't being done for us. We keep getting handed the “unconventional” which is why our image is always a fucking mess in the media.

If you want to play stupid play stupid, but I'm not playing dumb with you.

I’m not happy that they made Marina half-Black when they know she has to die to give Eloise a happily ever after. I’m not happy that they had Lady Danbury get raped every five seconds in Queen Charlotte and tried to play it off for laughs. Or that she remained alone with her children hating her. I wont even mention Guinevere, who is only there either to be a sexual experimentation or a side kick to the non-Blacks. Not to mention she like Lady Danbury is just another iteration of the strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man.

Alice is another side character so I'm not happy that the best we’ll get in terms of a Black-ish main character is Queen Charlotte who unlike the Bridgertons doesn't exactly have a fully functioning marriage. Lastly I’m not happy that they pulled this stunt after pulling the other fifty eleven stunts when it comes to their Blackish female characters. They do the bar minimum and give us the worst shit so no I’m not going to pretend like it’s all hunky dory.

I’m absolutely disgusted by the treatment we have received by this show. I’m tired of the disrespect. It’s one thing to add drama it’s another to add unnecessary trauma which is all they have given us.

I’m sorry, but it should tell you everything that they refuse to show a Black woman in a loving relationship with a man where shes desired and wanted. Every woman is afforded that but us? No ma’am I’m not falling for this bs.

Sophie should've been Black and this character they've created should’ve stayed in the rough drafts. No ifs ands or buts about it.

Actually read the books and pay attention to this show rather than listening to a bunch of psychotic racist ass non-Black women who are trying to sell you shit on a platter cause they don’t really give a damn since they have and will continue to get theirs.

[thumperdaetime]

A Gentle Reminder:

if you feel like you're spinning your wheels, and stuck doom scrolling this week -due to the current political landscape. I highly recommend logging off for a bit and seeing if you have the stomach to call a loved one who has political veiws that clash with your own.

social media and news coverage is fantastic for getting info out to people who want to listen, but it is an ineffective tool for actually communicating with people you disagree with.

I'm not a people-scientist but every time i see "yelling at each other online doesn't actually help" and have the energy to look into What does actually help, experts always say that it's empathetic, long term relationships between people that disagree.

so if you have a bunch of nervous political energy and no clearly helpful place to put it right now:

go call your grandmother. talk about the weather, and the way you miss her cooking. give her a real living person to picture The next time a newscaster talks about the radical-left-mob. if you talk to her regularly consider asking what she thinks about the recent political thing. you're not there to debate or prove her wrong or even change her mind. just listen to someone you love confess their fears, and then share your own fears. you are probably actually on the same side when you get down to it. you both want a safe place to live and the people you love to be happy, (most people do) its just you dont agree about how to go about that.

text your little cousin a random meme, when they send back a thing about how voting is a scam, let it go. share a vine to find out if they know the deep lore. make plans to meet up and play whatever video game they're obsessed with right now. and if the vibe is right and its not going to become an argument, try talking a bit about why the whole not voting movement scares you. don't talk down to them, talk like your two friends who respect each other's opinion (Thats The whole goal actually) ask them why they think its a good strategy, collaborate on other activist things you can do together. included them in your politics instead of dismissing their points.

and its not easy, as wild as it is to think about having a deep but pleasant conversation with your worst Uncle. the fact remains that Your Problematic & Uncle is much more likely to speak up for gay rights. if you can get to a place where you enjoy each others company, and you feel safe talking to him about your struggles as a queer person. and to be fair, you are more likely to take into account the effects of a gun ban on the local wildlife balance, if you sit through your Problematic Uncle complaining about how local restrictions made deer season hard to do last year, and now the tic population is up and the food banks are empty.

divide and conquer is a long standing tactical strategy. and we have seen that fascist in particular like to divide people into a hierarchy of ""real people""" and an ""inhuman enemy"" . when we let their rhetoric turn our peers and neighbors into an inhuman enemy, we can loose sight of what we should actually be fighting for and against.

and if you spend all your time yelling at Doug Nobody who was taking an angry shit when you were typing out that essay, you take energy away from the real fight (the systems and actual active oppressors). the best way to stop that tactic is by standing together with people outside of the box you've been assigned (as much as ethically possible). and refusing to let the system make you perpetuate usless infighting.

When we let the political fandom (yes i mean the media made around politics and not actual political action) act as a wedge between us and people who could have been in our lives, we end up with weaker support groups and less per review for political ideas. it is easy to believe Q-anon if the only people you talk to believe in Q-anon. the same way it is easy to believe that Taylor Swift is a lesbian if everyone you talk to believes Taylor Swift is a lesbian. sometimes we need a person to stop and say "wait, can you run that idea by me again? it doesn't fit my perception of reality"

and Yes. it is probably unlikely at this point to convince someone who has voted one way their whole life to change their political views before November. but that doesn't mean we dont reach-out ever. there will still be politics in September and October, you will still need a diverse support group, and people you trust to bounce political ideas off of. and if you are as worried as i am about this upcoming election, it is very possible that having a community of people who are okay with working together despite political differences will be very helpful in the coming years. (and holding a meaningful, satisfying conversation with someone you disagree with on a fundamental issue is a huge skill to have if you want to take part in alot of activism, community building, or family gatherings)

a quick list of things Op is NOT Saying in this post:

it is your duty and responsibility to do this thing and you're a bad person for not doing it.

this is really easy and everyone should be able (and willing) to take on the emotional energy needed to do this for everyone they know who doesn't agree with them.

watching news or being on social media doesn't help anything.

this is the best way to help and there are no other things you should be doing with your time/energy.

the conversations will be pleasant and/or will always have a positive outcome.

any beliefs i listed together are some how morally equivalent.

you should compromise your beliefs for the sake of getting along with others.

the best answer is most likely centrist because both sides are extremists.

voting this one time will fix all of the things and you're evil if you are conflicted about it.

voting is the best way for a single individual to enact change in their country.

i love the president, and the candidates, and the voting system, and the two parties, and the electoral college, and the bombs, and the genocide and all the death and corruption and violence its all holding up and being held up by.

we should listen to "both sides" to get a fair and balanced picture of the issue

we should let nazis, and bigots, and fascist talk openly about their ideas openly as if its not hate speech calling for violence against marginalized people.

you Have to go reconnect with your abusers and toxic relationships from your past in the hopes you can convince them to vote correctly.

the current political thing that made me make this post is The Most Important Thing!!! that has ever happened in the whole world over all of written history, and we should all be talking about it for forever, otherwise you're helping the inhuman enemy!!!

things are already fucked so theirs no point in trying to get enough votes.

things will be fine and ok if nothing changes and we just keep on this projected path forward.

i know so much and am so smart and I've solved political discourse and if only everyone listened to me we would have world peace already.

Taylor Swift is a wlw

things I am saying. now. here. at the end of the post:

be kind. go look at the sky. i love you <3

[toomanytookas]

Pedro Pascal Fandom Bingo (+ April Reading Roundup)

@burntheedges is a genius and the creation of this bingo game is proof! I love how this has been encouraging me to reach out to people and broaden my reading, Kate. I'm posting this even though I'm late to the party because it's also helping me realise that I was actually quite active this past month even though I've been feeling down about not being as engaged! Here’s to an eventual board blackout. 🥂✨

I definitely did not plan to somehow fill so many squares without getting a bingo, it’s kinda wild. 🤷‍♀️

Spaces I’ve Marked So Far (as of 30 April)

This is just turning into my roundup of April reading because I couldn't handle leaving out any of the wonderful things I read this month!

I’ve tried to provide a super brief summary of each fic as a taster (obvs more info is provided by the author on each fic’s actual page). If you’re an author whose work is listed here and feel I’ve misrepresented your fic, let me know and I can change the little blurb/status! <3

List is alpha sorted by character then by author.

✅ Read and reblog a character that needs more love - Ben (my first!) visiting - @ladamedusoif - chaptered (ongoing) > Art history professor Lydia takes a visiting post that leads her to meet a certain lit professor, Ben Morales.

✅ Read and reblog a Dieter fic: park - burntheedges - oneshot > Reader encounters a snoozing Dieter in the park Recovery Road - @chronically-ghosted - chaptered (complete) > An epic-length tale of an ill-fated affair between actors (and their better-timed second chance at love). I'm Not in Love (If Wishes Came True) - @schnarfer - series (complete) > Dieter can’t help but sabotage his relationship with MUA reader (but first we get to enjoy the delightful, enchanting beginnings)

✅ Read and reblog an Ezra fic: be your hallowed ground - @kedsandtubesocks - oneshot (complete) > demon!Ezra lures reader off the beaten path and into a bit of delicious sin.

✅ Read and reblog a Frankie M fic: watch - @luxurychristmaspudding - series (ongoing) > Frankie and reader’s instant chemistry is brought back into play in their dynamic with Joel and Santi Be Good for Me - @pascalssbabyy - oneshot > Subby Frankie gets treated to some tasty pre-bedtime activities with reader. Up Sky, Low High - @undercoverpena - oneshot > Frankie and reader have a bit (a lot) of fun while on a helicopter ride. (Also a major shout out to Jo's Do Me Yourself. I'm an ao3 reader of Frankie & Rainy because of a weird mental hangup, so it doesn't count for bingo, but it's a story that means a lot to me!)

✅ Read & reblog a Javi P fic: Paranoid Heart - @goodwithcheese - chaptered (complete) > Two souls who are a bit too worldly wise for Laredo meet through their parents and fall for one another. 

✅ Read and reblog a Joel M fic: Maintenance Request - burntheedges - chaptered (ongoing) > Lit prof reader and [hey we know his job title now!] Joel meet as he works on facilities maintenance and landscaping around campus come morning light (safe and sound) - @janaispunk - chaptered (ongoing) > Joel & Ellie crash land at the reader’s home post Joel getting stabbed. Most Ardently (Nicest Things) - schnarfer - chaptered (ongoing) > Reader’s uncle’s neighbor, Joel, is everything her boyfriend isn’t—caring, attentive, and happy to help her read Austen while her hands are busy

✅ Read and reblog a Marcus M fic (my first!): Afterword - @secretelephanttattoo - chaptered (ongoing) > New-in-town reader makes an instant connection with local stationery shop owner Marcus

✅ Read and reblog a Marcus P fic: I'm Here - @davnittbraes - (open?) series > Reader discovers Marcus is the softdom she didn’t know she could ask for. in shades of gray and candlelight - @freelancearsonist - oneshot > Marcus meets reader at a gallery opening for a case. Raining in Baltimore - schnarfer - oneshot > Soggy Marcus angsts after a fight with reader.

✅ Read & reblog a Tim R fic: i don't wanna be me (bloody kisses) - @perotovar - series (ongoing) > Shane’s gay awakening is full of angst and a bit of getting into trouble. Good thing he has Tim Rockford to turn to as his gentle guide.

✅ Create & share a rec list: discovering lit through fic ✅ Send 3 people a fun ask: I passed this ask meme along! ✅ Send an ask to 3 people you never have before

The pie and bar charts are stowed away this month since I've got this bingo graphic instead, but for my own number-loving brain: In April, I read 320k words from 19 distinct works written by 14 authors. I made 47 comments across tumblr and ao3 (~13k words).

[cannebady]

I'm thinking about hands.

Perhaps, once the world has been saved again, apologies made and bridges mended, they may find themselves tangled up among soft sheets; demonic whip cord strength wrapped in the strong arms of an angel made to protect.

Crowley awakes to the feeling of soft, strong hands stroking his own long fingers. Up and down and back again, warm and solid and dearly missed. It's been awhile since he's allowed his corporation to feel things. Much easier to deal with an angry press of plump lips if one miraculously forgets what feeling is like all together.

For millions of years they've been leaning in, then drawing away, ending up mostly at arms length, and now Crowley can't name many parts of him that aren't drowning in contact and it's smashing his focus to shit.

It's more that he can't stop focusing on Aziraphale's damnable hands, which have not ceased to stroke his own (he tries not to think about what his spindly fingers feel like, mind a cloud of, does he like it, am I nice to touch, fuck), continuing to learn the landscape of Crowley's digits by fingertips alone, and sending Crowley's higher order functioning on a one-way trip to parks unknown.

He's never woken up with someone before, is the thing. Never had his latent hunger for contact so immediately sated upon waking. In the liminal space between sleep and dream, Crowley's corporation took the contact offered and reconnected his dulled out synapses and now he's awash and overwhelmed and, dare he say, happy enough that he might just yell or cry or pass out.

He's shivering, he realizes, which Aziraphale must be able to feel. Real demonic, him, shaking in the arms of one of the holy host (a former supreme archangel, even) but he challenges anyone to get this much attention, this much affection, after years of starving and not crumble to pieces.

Those awful, wonderful, healing hands grip him suddenly, lacing thick, soft fingers through his own (providing cushion for them, a safe place to land after so long untouched, it's been so long), and a deep, sleep-rough-but-proper voice speaks into his ear, "I've got you my darling, I'm right here."

It's like a balm on Crowley's fraying nerves and he makes a noise that hides precisely none of that thought.

"I won't be parted from you, my dear. Not again. Never again."

It's exactly what he needs to hear and it flays him a bit that he's this vulnerable. Again.

But maybe this is the way forward. Their way forward. Maybe he needs to have a little faith (hah!).

He remembers a stage in a bygone era, his trembling finger on the trigger and "Trust me," on the angel's lips. He remembers that he did, and that he was right to.

Decision made, he lets his fingers curl Aziraphale's in, tight, to hold and to keep.

His reward is a kiss on his jaw, right below his snake, and a sound of complete contentment from the being holding him close, safe from the world and his own insecurity.

Things are wont to change, Crowley muses as he drifts off again, not least of all himself. Perhaps now, he's not changing alone.