#and also to quit trying to change what I'm doing bc someone said there are better ways to do it

[dragonspiral-tower]

maybe in a softer world claire could've peacefully finished her sewing project, singing while she worked

[inkedinshadows]

Never Hold Back

Day 31: Squirting — Lucien x f!reader

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, insecure reader

Word count: 1.099

A/N: we've finally got to the end of Kinktober! This was so much fun, but it was also exhausting ngl. I'm working on new fics and I'm so glad it's not smut bc I seriously need a break from it. I didn't think I'd be able to write a fic for each day when I decided to do this and I have to say I'm quite of myself for making it. Thank you so much to everyone who read/commented/reblogged my silly smutty blurbs and if you've stuck around to read them all, I love you pls let's get married.

based on this suggestion

You didn’t have much experience with sex. Or rather, you did, but the people you had been with could be counted on one hand. And if there was one thing you learned after your first time, it was how to fake an orgasm just before the real one hit you. That way, your partner would relent, sparing you the embarrassment.

But Lucien wasn’t like your previous lovers. He was your mate.

When you arched off the bed and moaned louder than before, he pulled his mouth away from you and watched you with a furrowed brow.

“Why do you do that?”

At first, you didn’t understand what he was talking about, and your insecurities took over. What had you done? Did you have an actual orgasm? No, you would have felt that, and Lucien would have looked more grossed out than concerned.

“Do what?” you asked, trying to keep the tremor from your voice.

Lucien sat up straight and you immediately felt the absence of his head between your thighs. His eyes found yours and the uneasiness etched on his face made you brace yourself for what might be coming.

He was silent for a moment before he said quietly, “If you don’t enjoy what I’m doing, please just tell me.”

Eyes wide, you sat up too. “Why would you think that? Of course I enjoy it, Lu!”

“Then why did you just fake an orgasm?”

“I didn’t—”

“You did it last time too.”

Your breath caught, heat rising to your cheeks until you were sure you looked like a tomato. Unsure how to respond, you looked down at your fidgeting hands.

You always thought you were good at faking, that it looked real enough to not raise suspicions. None of the males you’d been with before had ever noticed. And now that your mate had realized it, you wished the ground would open and swallow you whole.

“Sunshine,” he called softly.

A slender finger hooked under your chin, and then you were looking into his eyes. He didn’t seem upset, which spurred you to finally say something.

“I’m sorry,” you stuttered, and words began pouring out in an incoherent stream. “It’s just… my body. When I come, it does— it’s really gross, so I just… I thought you—”

You stopped abruptly when his thumb moved to cover your lips. He searched your face, his brows still furrowed, before he asked, “What do you mean ‘gross’?”

You shook your head, resisting the urge to look away again, but his gaze was piercing, and his golden eye seemed to see right through you, so eventually you answered, voice just above a whisper.

“I… I tend to squirt.”

You expected disgust, judgment, maybe even rejection—the same reactions you had gotten the few times it happened, the reasons you had started faking.

Instead, Lucien smiled broadly. “You do?”

He sounded so excited that you frowned as you gave him a single nod. His hands traveled down your body, caressing your sides until they rested on your waist. You were still waiting for a rejection, and he probably read it on your face because he gently squeezed you.

“Y/N… did someone tell you it’s gross?” he questioned. “Is that why you say that?”

You blinked. “You don’t think it is?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Lucien’s posture changed. His back went a bit rigid, and his jaw clenched as he let you go. “Lay back down,” he said, or rather ordered. No soft tone was left in his voice, in his expression.

“Lucien…” you tried, but he cut you off.

“Lay down. I’m going to make you come.”

You did as he asked, though with a touch of hesitation. Lucien was quick to settle between your legs again. When you opened your mouth to try and talk him out of it one last time, he beat you to it.

“I am going to make you come,” he repeated, even more firmly than the first time. And then he was licking a stripe up your folds, his hands holding you open for him to feast on.

You decided to just enjoy it, then. What else were you supposed to do when he flicked his tongue over your clit and gently rolled it between his lips? Your hand shot out to tangle in his fiery hair, and you sucked in a breath, feeling his low chuckle reverberate against your cunt.

He probed your entrance with a finger, and when you squirmed, he pushed it in and curled it, hitting that sweet spot that drew a groan from deep in your throat. And then you lost all sense of time and space as the fingers became two and his mouth latched onto your clit.

The pleasure was rising fast—faster than ever, now that you weren’t worrying about waiting for the perfect moment to fake your orgasm. Yet as you felt it approaching, the thought that maybe you should stop before it was too late lingered at the back of your mind.

“Lucien, I’m… I’m close,” you warned, your voice a breathless murmur.

“Then come for me, sunshine.” He looked up at you through his lashes, and his next words were a low, commanding growl. “Don’t you dare hold it back.”

When he thrust his fingers in deeper and curled them once more, you didn’t hold it back, and after so long without such an intense feeling, you were utterly overwhelmed by it. A loud cry broke free from you as your whole body shook while you squirted all over Lucien’s fingers and chin. He held you firm, still working you until you went limp, spent and panting. Only then did he pull back, and you blushed at the sight of his face covered in your release.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Lucien only smiled. “Don’t be. Don’t ever apologize for it.”

He climbed up your body, and you wrapped your arms around his neck out of instinct. As he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You weren’t sure how you felt about it.

“It was amazing, sunshine,” he murmured against your lips. “Hot, even.”

His words warmed your heart and a bit of the shame you had grown accustomed to began to melt away. If Lucien, your mate, found it hot… then maybe it wasn’t actually that bad after all.

“And to think that you've denied yourself so many orgasms because of it…” he went on. A smirk blossomed on his lips and a mischievous glint sparked in his russet eye. “Let me remedy that.”

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[atinyniki]

when the love fades.

group: seventeen !

pairing: idol!minghao x gn!reader

genre: angst with a hopeful ending, kinda fluffy if you squint

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, minghao is referred to as hao sometimes, petnames, drowning (no one dies), mentions of choking and the feeling of it, kissing, crying (lots...), reader is pretty sensitive, themes related to the sea, communication + the fear that comes along with it, hugs, literally so much pain and regret, shua is mentioned once, reader loves seashells :3

authors note: um... hey. im back. its been a while </3 idk i kind of wrote this bc im trying to get my spark back so it's still kind of shit but i hope you all enjoy it anyways :))) pls lmk if i didn't use gn terms !!! i tried to make sure i did but then again i'm not quite used to it </3 this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1878

when the love fades, it’s not always noticeable.

maybe you start getting less text messages from them, or maybe you two go on fewer dates. 

maybe your contact name changes to something more generic for them, or maybe you don’t kiss as much as you used to. 

but with minghao? that’s not the case. 

it seemed to hit you like a brick, something had just changed. it wasn’t gradual, and everything just stopped at the same time. 

barely texting, kissing, going on dates, there was nothing there anymore. you found yourself living with a stranger, occasional hi’s and hello’s but nothing else. the two of you were barely able to keep a conversation anymore. 

a couple months ago, you and minghao couldn’t ever stay silent in a room. there was always something to talk about with you two, whether it was about your new office drama, or maybe just a little dream you had. 

but now, the silence was suffocating. as if it had a grip so tight on your throat that it bruised, but still let a bit of air out so you could breathe. not enough to kill you, but just enough to make you suffer. 

you feel like you’re drowning. like the water is rushing into your lungs and you can’t find your way back up to the surface. 

that is, until you feel it. the pain in your chest. but it’s not a heartbroken type of pain. 

the water fills up your lungs before you know it. you can’t breathe. you’re drowning, and you can’t swim. 

there’s something in you that wants to accept your fate, and you let yourself relax. that is, until you feel someone pulling you out of the water. 

you cough the water out of your lungs, your eyes burning from the salt. “baby? y/n, are you okay?”

slowly, your eyes adjust to your surroundings. to be honest, you can’t even remember what you were trying to do before you felt yourself sinking. 

“y-yeah—cough—i’m okay…“

“fuck, please be careful. i can’t lose you.”

in theory, it seems to be a normal thing you’d say to your lover. but small phrases like this have been so rare between the two of you recently. your heart pounds against your chest at the sudden confession. 

there’s a silence that washes over the two of you, and you try to swallow the lump in your throat as he helps you up. 

it doesn’t go away. 

it feels like that simple touch was the most you've felt from him in months, and you can’t even remember the last time minghao has said something like that to you. 

the sun is already setting, you realize. you’ve been so out of it that you haven’t really noticed the time.

you grab the bucket of seashells you left by the shore and walk back with him towards your small setup that you made earlier, following just slightly behind him. for some reason, you feel awkward being face to face with him nowadays. 

but something changes your mind. 

you rummage through the bucket to find a pretty shell. one that suits minghao, but one that’s still small enough for him to hold in one hand. you’re still not quite sure what you’re planning on doing, but you’re certain your heart has a mind of its own. 

and you trust it, fully. 

“hao?”

he stops in his tracks, turning around slowly. there’s no smile evident on his face, but he’s not sad either. you can’t quite place how he’s feeling just from his face anymore, it’s like that skill has faded as your love did. 

“are you okay?”, you don’t answer. not verbally, at least. 

you set the bucket down and take a couple steps towards him, grabbing one of his hands and placing the shell there. 

you watch as his confusion shifts to amusement. “you didn’t have to be so dramatic about it”, he jokes. 

but then you look up at him.

and his whole world shatters. 

you stand there in the dark, teary eyed and unsure if your relationship is even salvageable at this point. “i’m sorry… it was just a joke. thank you, it’s very pretty”

you reach your hands up to cup his face, leaving a bit of distance between you two in case he felt uncomfortable. it’s odd that you even think about that possibility now. you’re reminded of the times when you two were inseparable, always attached to eachother one way or another. 

that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore. 

tilting your head, you lean a little closer towards him, but you’re scared. you haven’t kissed him in weeks, and you’re terrified that it’s unnatural to him now. 

what if it doesn’t feel the same?

suddenly, you change your mind. you let your hands fall slowly, and you back away from him, clearing your throat awkwardly in the process. 

“sorry, i don’t know what i was trying to do there.”, you sigh. 

but he looks at you with a foreign expression that you can’t quite place. it’s like a cross between adoration and heartbreak. 

you want to let the tears fall, to tell him how you truly feel about your relationship. but before you can, he pulls you into his chest, tilting your chin up and kissing you ever so softly. 

his featherlight touches burn into your skin. touches that are so foreign to you now, but ones that you took for granted all those months ago. you pull away from him slowly, suddenly conscious of how your tears have escaped your eyes. 

you quickly wipe them away, praying that minghao won’t question you. 

your heart is beating wildly in your chest, you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt like this. hell, you can’t remember if you’ve ever felt like this. 

“look at me.”, he whispers. slowly, you tilt your head up to face him. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what happened to us, but i want it all back.”

you sigh deeply. “i’m not sure what happened to us either. i miss you, minghao.”

there’s another long pause, but it’s not as uncomfortable as it normally is. you can tell he’s thinking, there’s something important on his mind. 

“hao, what’s wrong?”

the nickname catches him off guard, and he shoots his head up to look into your eyes once again. he inhales deeply, it seems like he can’t find the words to express his thoughts either. “do you think we can fix us? it might not be exactly what we had before but… i just really don’t want you to go.”

there’s a slight shift in the mood after his confession, you’ve never seen him so torn before. you wonder how long he’s been living with the idea that you’re going to leave eventually, because it’s far from the truth. 

“i’m not going anywhere, minghao. i was never planning on it”

you hear him sniffle once, and your heart cracks. you know what type of man minghao is, and only the worst pain could ever cause him to cry. 

“are you crying?”

no response. you’re not sure why you asked, seeming as the answer is fairly obvious by the way his head is tilted down.

he tentatively brings a hand out to your arm, almost like he’s reaching for you, but he doesn’t know where you’ll take him. “can i hug you?”

the sudden question shocks you. minghao never really had to ask for physical affection. he would always hug you, sometimes not even letting go for a long while. 

had it really been that long? it’s terrifying how much can change in such a short amount of time. 

you feel that it’s better not to respond, and you wrap your arms around his torso again, kissing his jawline once for good measure. 

he clings onto you tightly, his nails digging into your shoulders. “fuck, i’m so sorry”

you can feel his heart beating out of his chest, and it terrifies you for a moment. you’re certain now, that this is a pain minghao has never felt in his entire life. 

your suspicions are truly confirmed, though, when minghao slowly loses control in his legs, bringing you down onto the sand with him. sobs violently rack his body, and they rack you along with him. 

“i’m sorry too. i never told you about how i felt. you can’t read my mind, and i know that. plus, work has been stressful for you, and you know it. you work so hard, i don’t want you to blame yourself so much all the time. it’s not all your fault, hao, it’s okay.”

“i had to find out through… fuck— how did shua notice but i didn’t? you don’t have to stay with me anymore i promise. it’s not fair to you at a—“, you shut him up with a peck. 

“y/n—“

another one. 

“why are you—“

another one. you smile. 

he understands your intentions now, slightly smiling and leaning in for yet another kiss. he forgot how magical your kisses felt, and now he never wants to go without them. 

“there’s no one else i’d rather be with than you, hao. so if that means we have to start fresh, then so be it, but i’m not ready to let you go, okay?”

he nods lightly, a little taken aback by your words. maybe it’s time for a change in your relationship. 

“baby, look at me.”

you cup his face in your hands to have him face you, wiping the drying tears from his cheeks lovingly. 

“i love you. so much. and i know we hit a bump in the road, but we’ll get through all of it, i promise. so don’t worry too much…”

he breathes a sigh of relief, kissing your lips passionately one more time. 

“thank you… so much, y/n”, he whispers. it’s so quiet that you’re certain you would’ve missed it if you were paying attention to anything else.

a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, your heart fluttering in your chest. there’s a different feeling in your heart, something that you haven’t felt in a very long time, but still something you didn’t realize you needed so much until now.

“let’s go home, okay? we can talk there…”, you whisper softly to him. he’s so incredibly close to you that you can almost feel your lips touching, the heat radiating off him. 

you can feel yourself blushing a little, and it makes minghao smile. he picks you up, dusting the sand off your legs and grabbing your bucket of pretty seashells. 

the two of you start walking back slowly towards your little setup on the shore, prickly small seashells poking the bottom of your feet along the way. 

you see minghao turn towards you in your peripheral, and you stop in your tracks, wondering what he could be thinking about. 

he confidently grabs your hands this time, interlacing your fingers together and gently rubbing along your knuckles with his thumb. 

there’s a smile on his face now, and a new look that you can recognize this time.

determination. 

he’s still not sure where you’ll take him, but none of that matters anymore. you’ll be okay. 

as long as you’re by his side.

<3

[ranhaitanisgf]

Hello Hana💖 Can i request Tenjiku Ran + dating app? lol. Something like:he gave it a try just bc rindou forced him to do it, he had no interest in dates/romance until he matches with y/n (y/n also felt the same way?) then they have a date and became good friends? and after a lot of time spent together & enjoying each other's company ,they realize they are in love? idk, do you magic lol change everything if you want. (i trust your talent and i love that man so much that i'll be happy anyway) Maybe it's an awful idea 🌚 but i'm not longer a teenager //.u. i go to college and i have no other way to delulu how can i met him if it's not through those 💩 apps hehe.

Thank you sweetie, have a wonderful day🥺💖

i guess i can try it out...?

synopsis: rindou signed ran up for a dating app...how is this date going to go?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ i i i... STRUGGLED WITH THIS .... this was such a cute req and idea omg but i have never used a dating app 😭 i do not know if i did this right but ! i hope you all still enjoy !! and thank you so much anon for requesting this !! xoxoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ ran haitani x g/n!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 1.8k+

masterlist 

❥ ran has never really found much interest in dating apps; why would he be interested in meeting someone in a fake way? maybe it’s the little romantic in him, but he doesn’t want to try to actually meet someone he wants to spend time with in a way that feels ‘fake’ to him. he wants to be able to meet someone he likes in an organic way, though he himself isn’t quite sure where this notion comes from, (maybe the romance movies his mom used to watch?). 

“here.”  “what’s all this?”  “you should find someone, aniki.” “oho? where’s this coming from all of a-” “you’re home too much.” 

❥ ran is genuinely hurt by this. 

❥ begrudgingly, he creates a loose profile, not putting a whole lot of effort into it. he doesn’t really see the point in all of this, so his profile consists of a single blurry picture of him with his brother, (not specifying which one he is) and his bio merely states his name, age, and that he likes to sleep. 

❥ surprisingly, he gets matches despite having such a bland and blank profile, but he doesn’t even respond to any of the messages asking to meet up or asking for more information about him. he leaves them all on read, feeling wholly uninterested in talking to any of the people who were trying to get to know him. 

❥ and so, rindou decides to take the matter into his own hands. he’s able to get a hold of ran’s phone rather easily, (the man does not wake up, so he was still snoring away while rindou entered his room) and proceeded to fix up his profile to a more suitable one, even going so far as to respond to at least one of the people who he thought might be a good match for his brother. 

❥ one can probably imagine ran’s surprise when he wakes up in the morning and sees his formal wear set out on his dresser, and you could most definitely imagine his surprise when he sees a ‘okay, sounds good! see you then :)’ message from the dating app on his phone. 

❥ he strides into the kitchen, his phone in hand as he pointedly looks at rindou, who is sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee while watching something on tv. there were no words said between the two of them for a few moments, rindou merely looking up at ran with a look that said ‘you got a problem?’. 

“rindou.” “aniki.” “dear brother…what is this?”  “you have a date today at 7.”  “i don’t think so.” “you’re going.” “no, i’m not. end of discussion.”

❥ it was not the end of the discussion. 

❥ ran ended up agreeing, but it was only because rindou promised to pay for his hair appointments for the next six months, (it was a pretty good deal; the salon he goes to is very expensive). he wasn’t too thrilled about this since he thought of it as more of a waste of time, but he decided to put on his nice clothes anyway, spraying some of his good cologne on his wrists and neck. he even left his hair out of its usual plaits, testing out a few different hairstyles before deciding to just leave it down. 

❥ before he left, he’d taken a glance at the profile of the person he was supposed to meet. despite the fact that he was annoyed about this date rindou had set up, he has to admit that his brother does know his tastes pretty well, so he starts to feel just the tiniest bit of amusement and curiosity, (maybe he should get flowers? nah, he’ll just play it casual and see where it goes). 

❥ when ran arrived, he wasn’t surprised to see it was a typical restaurant/bar type of place, though he was a bit amused at the fact that it was located still in roppongi, (he thinks it would be funny if someone came up to him in the middle of the date because they recognized him). 

˗ˏˋ𖤐ˎˊ˗

“hey, are you ran?” 

“hm?” ran looked up from his place at the bar, seeing a somewhat familiar face looking back at him. he leans a bit closer, his eyes squinting to get a clearer picture…ah, the person he’s supposed to be meeting. 

cute. 

he stood up from his spot at the bar, pasting a charismatic smile on his face as he held his hand out. “correct. you must be (y/n), right?” 

“yes! it’s nice to meet you!” you beamed, giving your hand for a handshake. ran was a bit amused when he noticed your rather firm grip while shaking hands, but it only made him just a bit more curious about you. 

the two of you went to sit down at your table, ran politely pulling your chair out for you, (he had been debating on whether or not to play the gentleman card, but he decided to go with it). after he sat himself down, he decided to wait for you to speak first, wondering if you were going to pique his interest. 

a few moments of silence passed by as he watched your eyes flicking around the place, examining everything before coming back to him. when the two of you made eye contact, your lips ghosted a polite smile, your fingers moving to fidget with a piece of your hair. 

“just to be clear, i’m not really into this whole…dating app thing. i think it’s kind of stupid, but my friends told me to go on at least one date, so i’m here. i’m sorry, i just…” you paused for a moment, pursing your lips. “...i didn’t want to give you the wrong idea. i hope we can still have a good time though.” 

consider his interest piqued. 

“well, if we’re clearing things up, then i’ll admit that these sorts of things are not something i enjoy. my brother is the one who messaged you, and i’m here because he said he would pay for my hair appointments if i came.” ran was curious as to how you would react at his words; would you make a scene by yelling at him and then leave? would you just storm out? maybe you would even cuss him out! 

what he wasn’t expecting was for you to let out a big sigh, seemingly of relief, as you laughed a bit, your posture seeming more relaxed and open. 

“hah! that’s so funny actually!” you mused. “i guess we’re the perfect match then, huh?” 

“seems like it.” ran answered, an amused smirk on his face. “maybe the whole matching thing on dating apps do work after all.” 

“right? this seems like too much of a coincidence to be true!” after a moment, you suddenly seemed to get an idea, leaning forward a bit with a grin. “how about we just hang out for tonight as potential friends? none of that weird polite romantic bullshit that you see in first dates. just two people getting to know each other, completely platonically.” ran let out a laugh at your suggestion, his lips upturned in a casual smile. 

“sure, why not?” 

˗ˏˋ𖤐ˎˊ˗

❥ for the rest of the night, the two of you had a pleasant time chatting about various topics, talking about the latest fashion and hair trends to how you secretly think that pigeons are spying on the people of the world, (ran wholeheartedly believes in your theory; you made a very good argument). he hadn’t been expecting something like this, but when the night ended, he realized that he actually felt a bit sad at the fact that the two of you were going to be parting ways.

❥ this fact made him quite amused, and so, he suggested that the two of you hang out again. as friends, he says, explaining that he actually enjoyed your company and chatting with you, (he felt a little bit more than that, but he could save that for another time). 

❥ when he comes home and rindou asks how everything went, he just laughs and says ‘it was interesting’ then turns in for the night, leaving rindou wondering what the hell happened, and does interesting mean good or bad??

❥ the next time he sees you is by coincidence while he’s out grocery shopping for the week. he happens to run into you in the ice cream aisle, though you see him before he sees you; he’s quite focused on which flavor of ice cream to buy. 

“ran?”  “hm? oh, (y/n). funny seeing you here.” “yeah, no kidding! which flavor are you eyeing?”

❥ the two of you decide to have an impromptu hangout after that, both of you going to your respective apartments to drop off your groceries before meeting at a nearby cafe. it wasn’t anything crazy but there was a comfortable vibe, casual conversation and playful jokes being exchanged between the two of you as you sipped on your drinks. 

❥ ran hadn’t expected to have enjoyed talking with you so much, but before he knew it, the sky outside had changed from blue to orange, the sun setting in the distance. now that he had hung out with you for a second time, he knew that he was definitely interested in you, your joking and fun personality being something that he genuinely enjoyed, (he thought that you were also pretty cute, but that was another thing). 

“hey, let me take you home.”  “haha, i thought we said we were just going to be friends?”  “i can’t take my friends home to make sure they’re safe?”  “hmm…well, if you insist! who would’ve known you were such a gentleman~” 

❥ there wasn’t anything romantic about it, but there was a bit of a palpable tension between the two of you as he walked you home; the way your hands were just barely brushing against each other, the way you two were walking much closer to each other than friends would normally do, the stolen looks in the silent moments…ran knew you were feeling it too, but neither of you said anything. 

❥ there were no words spoke about it when the two of you arrived at your apartment, both of you just saying your goodbyes and leaving. ran is for the most part a patient man, so there’s a part of him that wants to keep quiet and see where everything goes. on the other hand, he wants to bring it up to you and maybe see where it takes the two of you. 

ranh_18: you looked good today. are you free on saturday? let me take you out for real this time.

❥ ran supposes he can be impatient every once in a while.

[askinkiskarma]

Hii idk if you take requests rn but if you do can you please write something where you are showing Neteyam music videos from earth on a tv in the lab and when your celebrity crush appeared you said « he so hot » forgetting that Neteyam was there and he fuck us bc he is jealous (like he didn’t know what your type in human were so he is possessive) 😩😩😩

IS IT TIME FOR JEALOUS NETEYAM PART 2? I THINK IT IS BESTIES!

this got away from me, the horny is taking me over once more (she says on a daily basis) also it's 12am and i'm too tired to proofread so if you see any mistakes, pretend to be shocked when they disappear tomorrow morning and don't judge me too harshly okkk?? xxx

i hope you enjoy besties x smooches

wc: 2k words

warnings: aged-up!neteyam, female human!reader, jealousy trope, smut (fingering, edging), strong language, cursing, kinda mean!neteyam, praise kink, small degradation kink, i guess that's all light day for me

na'vi compendium: tewng - loincloth, tiyawn - love

As a human living on Pandora, your life was never boring. Anything that the Na’vi would ever find mundane or ordinary, anything that humans on Earth might think is just another thing in a vast array of distractions always present in their day to day lives, to you, it was all new. Everything was just another opportunity to learn and grow, to experience life in a way that you weren’t quite made for, but that was full of lessons, surprises, full of excitement and adventure, full of… entertainment. 

That's all it was. A... lesson. It was important for you to understand where you came from, or more accurately, where your parents came from, and that included looking at videos of what they considered art. And boy, was it art, alright!

A video that you've now memorised by heart was playing in one of the recreation rooms, because seeing it on a small screen just wasn't quite enough. The beautiful music video featured incredible vistas of Earth like you've never quite seen it before, a choreography that highlighted just how fluid and dynamic humans could actually be when trying, a symphony of voices blending together beautifully, lyrics that melted your heart, and the most beautiful human men you have ever laid your eyes on, and you were almost upset that that what was what was missing from Pandora, and instead was all you got was old scientists who even at the best of times were not quite the same... sight.

It pained Neteyam to admit that when you asked him to come and hang around the labs, something he didn't like doing in the best of circumstances (but always did because of you), he definitely didn't expect this. He didn't quite understand the feelings plaguing him, feelings that never tried him before, as he watched your face, completely entranced and mesmerised, looking at the big screen where human men were singing and dancing in a way he found silly, but to his massive shock - you didn't. You and Neteyam shared an opinion on most things, have done since you were but children, growing up together in this world that scared you both, but that you braved together. So why was it now that this was changed this little fact that he was so fond of, that he held on for dear life, that he cherished with everything he had?

Is this what he was feeling? Sadness? No... it didn't quite feel like sadness. The twitching in his eye and the way his hands balled up in a tight fist is not what he associated with feeling down. Anger? Neteyam didn't get angry too often, but the times he did, it felt hot, like burning embers pushed down his throat. So not quite anger, either. It felt... bitter, like a poisoned fruit. His stomach tightened at the way you were almost drooling over these men that you didn't know, that were just like you, and nothing like Neteyam. Is this what you wanted? Is that who you craved? A human, someone whose hands fit in yours perfectly and whose body was made to hold your own without towering over you?

Neteyam felt the ugly feeling surge through his veins until it was like iced-water replaced all his blood, and he suddenly recognised the feeling from a distant memory of the past, one he shared with his dad.

"Jealousy, son, is like... a wave, that comes and goes, and can ripple over your feet or can drown you in sorrow, and anger and pain. It's watching someone get something you want, it's feeling a precious thing slip through your fingers, no matter how hard you try to hold on to it. It's cold and powerful, it's the ugliest of emotions, and it's inevitable. Just don't let it consume you."

"Hey! I was watching that!" You screamed in Neteyam's direction in an attempt to understand what just happened, why he took the remote away from you and turned off the projector, leaving you a confused and dazed mess. Your already struggling mind got even more scrambled, as your friend placed a large hand on your chest, pushing you to the ground and getting on top of you, hovering until your faces were so close, they were almost touching, until his breath was warm and musky and deepening the quiet, steady haze overtaking you. Your eyes widened taking him in, flared nose and deep frown marring his beautiful face, but nothing held a candle to his own eyes, yellow orbs of molten gold, so precious and unique to you, so, so beautiful and right now, almost swallowed by his black irises that were more dilated that you've ever seen them before.

"Neteyam... what are you doing?"

"Why am I here, huh? Why did you ask me to come, so I can watch you drool over human men? So I can see how much you want them?"

"What are you talk-"

His words confounded you, almost as much as his tone did. He sounded... jealous. He couldn't be. Right? You and Neteyam were just friends... just friends. Sure, you've shared a few drunken kissess and flirty comments throughout your life, and you've found yourself catching him looking at you in a way that indicated something... more, but he was Neteyam. Neteyam, the prince of the Omaticaya. Neteyam, the future Olo'eyktan. Neteyam, the most intelligent, caring, kind, compassionate, beautiful, sexy man you've ever seen... and a Na'vi. He had a line of women at his beck and call, so in time, you've come to terms with the fact he would never look at you, merely a measly human, and why should he? There was so much separating you, so much you'd never be able to overcome. And yet still, here he was, eyeing you like he hungered for you, like he ached for you, and your core throbbed at the view, a soft moan barely contained as you felt his twitching cock brush against your thigh.

"Is this what you want, what you crave, friend? All this fucking time, I thought there was a chance you might want me, the way I want you, the way I need you. And turns out I never stood a fucking chance, huh?"

"Neteyam, no, I -"

"What, what do you have to say for yourself?"

His hand was tracing your body softly, inching from your neck and collarbone, down your chest and waist, ghosting over your hips, until he found your shorts, clinging to your body in a way that drove him crazy, that let little to the imagination, that made him wants to explore every inch of you with his fingers, and his tongue.

"Is this for them?" when his hand slipped in between your thighs, feeling the wet patch that formed there in the short time he was on top of you, you pushed them instinctively together, trapping his fingers as they started to move, the moan unable to remain trapped inside of you anymore. The shake of your head was so aggressive it gave you whiplash, but you wanted him to know, needed him to know that it was him, only him, always him.

"No, Netey-, fuck! No, it's for you!"

The growl that escaped him made your heart still in your chest, the raw, powerful emotion something you have never seen in Neteyam, who was always a calming, tame presence in your life. It took him no time at all to remove the shorts that he's dreamt of seeing around your ankles for so long, a reality that he would cherish later, once his mind was no longer poisoned by the bitter hold of jealousy.

"You're lying. I saw the way you're watching them, I saw the look in your eyes. You just want a little human man your own size, huh?"

He takes a second, just a second to admire your body, that he's seen in all his filthiest, most beautiful dreams as it welcomed him, spread for him, bent for him, arched for him, but nothing, not even the absolute best of them, compared to the sight that would be forever tattooed in his brain from this point on. Your disheveled face, parted lips and blushing cheeks, messy hair as you were sprawled on the floor, looking at him with blown up pupils through your long lashes, your chest heaving up and down, nipples poking through your tank top... it all drove him fucking crazy. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you, long and hard, and show you that you deserved better than a human, that he can make you come in ways you haven't even imagined before.

"I'm not lying, Neteyam. I never thought you'd ever want me, so I moved on. But I need you, I want you, please. Only you. Only you, please."

His cock twitched and hardened even more at your words, more than he ever thought was fucking possible, and it hurt, the strain caused by his tightened tewng, the desire to fill you up more overwhelming by the second.

"Is that so, baby girl? You want me to fuck you?" his hand pushes your lace panties to the side, smirking at how drenched they were, and his breath hitches in his throat at the way your swollen folds glistened with slick, at the way your smell inundated his senses and pushed him to a primal state, in which nothing else in this world existed but you, and the desire to fill you up with him cum and watch as it dripped out of your small, perfect cunt.

"Yes! Yes, please!"

"Have you been good enough to deserve to be fucked, pretty girl? Is this what you think good girls do? Acting like a little slut, salivating over men that could never satisfy you?"

You whimper as his pushes two fingers in you, curling them so they drag against the spongy part in your core in a way that makes you squirm under him. The stretch is just enough to feel pressure building in you, not enough to reach the height in needed to be released, and you start grinding, fucking yourself on his fingers, hoping to get yourself there, hoping to reach the orgasm you needed more desperately with every passing second. Your actions anger him, as he pulls his fingers out swiftly and straddles you once more, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes that felt like no light could escape from.

"Answer me."

"I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"That's right, baby girl. And why is that?"

"Because I'm yours. I'm all yours."

"Fuck, that's right, baby. You're mine. All fucking mine."

"Open your mouth for me." You do as you're told, and watch as he brings his fingers to your lips and pushes past them, until your mouth is coated in your slick, and you close your lips around them, swirling your tongue on and in between them, until you gather every last drop. He groans a wild, erotic groan, feeling the way your clean yourself off of him dutifully, and he lets his mind fantasise about the day you'll be chocking on his cock, your beautiful eyes drowned in tears as the girth becomes too much to handle, drops falling down your face as you try to take more of him, your tongue flat against him as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, as he comes down your throat. He slowly removes his fingers, even as you cling on, and they come out with a pop, and you smile at the sound, teeth finding your bottom lip as they sink into it, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to form on your lips.

"Such a filthy girl. Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna show you why I'm the only one for you."

"You took my fingers so well, tiyawn. Now let's see how well you take my cock."

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I'm Retiring.

Yeah, no. No funny openings, no witty banter, not even an easy way to explain the title other than: Yea. I'm retiring... kind of. More below.

As you guys know I've been writing for the Callyieverse and Tales of Mewni for quite some time. It's almost been 7 years. Seven. Years. As Callyie once put it, I'm literally one of the founders of the Callyieverse. I ain't the creator herself but I respect to her for inspirin' me all those years back to get back into writing fanfiction and all that. Having said that:

I'm no longer going to be writing anything Callyieverse or Tales of Mewni related. I'm just burnt out of it, truth be told, this has been one of my biggest hyperfixations for a long time and even though I never finished quite a few storylines, I just can't really bring myself to continue writing for it. Burn out's real and, honey, call me Icarus bc I've been flying by the sun these last few years.

What does this mean moving forward?

Well, simply put, the following:

All my current, on-going projects are cancelled.

Most likely any commissions, art or fic, will be all you see of my characters unless someone else writes them.

This blog'll remain active since it's my main but just be aware that any fanfics ya see will be other fandom related

I won't be taking commissions any longer.

I'd also like to share with everyone how the following storylines would've gone.

Protecting the Peace

First off, holy hell there would have been so much new lore pushed into Mewni. With the Southern Vale being a completely closed off area there was going to be a lot more "return to formula" type creatures and more of the original show's feel.

Also, it would've revealed that the Goliaths weren't actually nearly as extinct as I've said they were these last few years. An enclave of Goliaths, taking one of the old cities and rebranding it "New Janek City," would have been one of the final obstacles in Visas' journey.

How would it have ended? Well...

Visas, everyone that came down to help her (Petal, Nia, Sunshine, Luci, Higgs, Pearl, Sarasim, and Hava (whose disappearance would've also been explained), and Elza would've discovered that (a) Visas and Elza were actually sisters after Haku and Eboshi had a fling together a few years before Haku met Higgs; (b) Visas was becoming more Precursor than Mewman bc of Precursor genetics and that change was being accelerated by Precursor magic; and (c) there were Gods watching over Mewni this whole time. Yeah. There would've been an explanation that they were amongst the first gods in creation but they didn't vibe with the feel of many dimensions until they reached Mewni, in its infancy, wherein they staked their claim and ruled over this new land. However, by the time Mewmans started taking over everything they'd long been forgotten to the point of being myths of myths, but the ancient Precursors kept the belief in them alive in the Vale when they established the first Magic Empire. Despite their disconnect from Mewni and Mewmanity, the Gods would not have been happy with the fact Astro was king. Not because he's a Titan (they scoffed at the idea of Gods despising Titans, seeing themselves as "above petty ideologies") but literally because Mewni was established as a Matriarchy and they imply they had a hand in tipping the scales in the Mewmans' favor (via the MHC) in exchange for Mewmans modelling themselves after the Gods.

Visas and co. return back to the Sanctuary wherein Visas declares that, by divine right, she's the Empress of the Vale and the first thing she's doing is going home, taking her sister with her, and beginning to live her life for herself for once.

Tony and Stacie Q

Now I know this'll come as a shock, but... T and Q would've ended up with a happily ever after. The next big fic I was working on was a dinner date where Tony was going to meet her parents, but, like I said, burn out's a bitch and I just never got around to finishing it.

Ashur, Nenet, the Hydra

Ash trying to overcome his greatest inner turmoil would've been... a long thing coming. He'd have a lot of insecurities to work through and even having slip ups like him getting into a fight with Lars over Nenet. Eventually, his Hydra side and him would've realized that neither could exist without the other and Ash would've fully embraced that side of him, effectively getting rid of it and finally living his life the way he wants to.

Tales of Mewni: Ragnarok

Loki and Cordelia would've ended up together... kind of? And the story would've ended with the fabled battle between the Aesir and Jotnar with Loki finding out his dead wife's soul was being made to fight for Odin. That would not have ended well for anyone involved. Loki also would demonstrate his immense magic power, to stop the fighting, by holding the weather still across all Nine Realms and even Avalon itself. All to remind everyone who exactly he is, why he's declaring the battle over, and sending the Jotnar back to their respective realms.

And... that's all.

I wanna thank quite a few people in no particular order, but first I'd like to thank @princesscallyie for taking a chance at reading The New Kids when I first brought it to her attention back in January of 2018 and for creating this next gen verse as a whole. I'd also like to thank @kururu418 for being there along my side helping me figure out ways to make things work for the Tales of Mewni side of things. @laylaylamode, I love the Stacies and the way you encouraged me even in my lowest moments with writing for the verse. @onelastfic, thank you for being such an amazing friend and confidant, as well as someone who I could always share and work on ideas with.

And to all my friends whom I talk to the most @princekaiofstars @aj-thegreatest @omnitheleader @yah-gurl-ari @des-the-girl @froppy-butterflyfan2000 @cooltmoney95, I cannot thank you guys enough for your support.

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Harris Dickinson (actor)...... Personality Reading

Idk of he's in school or going back to school, but he is a guy that is constantly learning, studying a subject, reading, and just simply curious in mind and soul. Tapping into his energy, I was speaking aloud about something, and my vocabulary suddenly changed. I started using more big/complex words than I usually do, so I definitely think that was in relation to how he may speak. May come off as an intellect to most (it's interesting bc I looked him up, and it's said that he dropped out of high school. But this is the energy of an undercover genius....it's possible he was one of those smart brainiacs that was like "Ik more than any of the people in this school, and thats including the teachers....I don't need to be here, I'm meant for way more".)

He does have a very romantic and flirtatious spirit. Can be quite physically affectionate (hugging, publicly wrapping himself around his friends/lovers, etc...). He can be demanding with his loved ones, especially when he sees their not taking care of themselves (I just heard "Enough with the coffee. Here! Drink some water").

He seems to be very literal in the way he thinks and moves. It's like, " I thought this, so I did it," and that can be good at times. He probably tries (or will try) everything he ever thought to do. But the negative side to this is that he can speak impulsively with no filter, and he can really end up hurting others with his words. Harry also isn't very self-aware, so even when he's verbally digging himself into a grave, he probably wouldn't realize he offended someone until they've decked him in the mouth.

Ik he's been getting attention lately for playing that Fifty Shades of Gray 2.0 role, where he's being dominant. But irl, I feel like he's more submissive than he seems. He has this mutable energy to him, where he can fill any role/behavior needed of him in the moment, but deep in his core, I see a more submissive nature. A simple desire to please the ones he loves. Even in relationships, I see him actively being a pleaser and needing the validation of his partner. He may put on the mask of dominance if that's what is needed/wanted from him, but he's a pleaser.

Harry has a sexual mystique about him that may draw ppl in (Idky I'm getting vibes of an incubus). And when it comes to his lovers/partners, he may get SUPER wrapped into them and obsessed with them (damn near do anything to please them and make them happy). And he pleases very well, quite a sexually adventurous guy, not afraid to make moves in public, even if it's a first meeting/date....he don't care, he about that life. The problem is that when he is obsessed with his lover, he actually does want a relationship, but the wild shit he does give off the exact opposite vibe. Most ppl would automatically assume, "he's willing to munch on me, and we just met??? Oh, he is definitely a hoe just looking for a fun time, not a long time. " But he may actually want a committed relationship with the partners he expresses his freakiness to.

I'm also seeing he could be one of those celebrities who is willing to sleep his way to the top. Doesn't have a lot of boundaries, especially sexually.

God's and Monsters by Lana Del Rey is a song that fits this reading's energy

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dazai and flirting

NSFW Minors do not interact. Mention of suicide ( It's dazai ) And this is just an Observation of how dazai flirts with women, why and when.

It's your girl Mina Posting I'm nervous-

•I know it seems silly But when dazai flirts most of the time and what we have seen so far, is that he always wants something from the women he flirts with.

• It is either related to go and Do a double suicide with him or that he Plans something ahead already.

•for example when higuchi was there for the first time, he flirted because he noticed there was something wrong and decided to spy on her. And he was right.

• or with the nurse, I know there is a big discussion how he and the nurse must have had Sex but I think he was A too injured to do it ( without him being hurted ) and B it didn't (at least for me) came across like they did it lol.

• Anyways I think he used his charm on her to get his Phone so he could do a call.

•LMAO he always becomes a Poet when he flirts LOL.

• He ALWAYS makes poems.

• dazai knows how to Deal with women.

• he is skilled in flirting lets not forget that he does has one night stands (comformed by chuuya)

• but I do believe that he respects women.

• he never flirts or ask for a double suicide with yosano or any of the women in his work place, I think it Shows how much he respects them.

• (I'm also not saying he dosen't respect women whom he ask to take there lifes with him btw)

•( if he would offer ME a double suicide bye guys i would have said yes)

• but we are all like this that we have extra respect for some and not for some others.

• if however he ask a women to make a double suicide with him and they turn him down he dosen't pressure him. He might be like " but a double suicide dosen't work alone Belladonna " but let go after that. ( as we saw with him and the waitress lol)

• I also think he notice If a women is not into him in that way he'll not pressure her or try to Manipulate her into doing smt she Dosen't want to.

•I think he notice right away if she is into him or not.

• so like he walkes into a Bar and sees how a women looks at him he knows.

•when he Talks to her he knows if she really wants to or not.

• i think he is the typ of guy who likes someone who really wants to sleep with him just like how he wants to sleep with them.

•I think if he sees a women being harrased he probaly do something. He is not an ass just a big tease who likes to annoy people.

•i also don't think he would try his shoot to them after helping them ( he isn't an idiot as we all know he is super smart)

• i think he has a normal Sex drive.

•now lets go to the suicidal part.

• I think we all overlook how it is very selfish and greedy from him to want a women to take her life with him.

•he is basiclly asking to throw her life away for him and her future with that. I think if she changed her mind he be like : what serious ?

• I think he would let a big shign pass his mouth and be like : well It's your choice after all...

•tbh I think he, deep down, he know he can't die bc he promised oda that he will do something that will help people around him.

•I think dazai has a big disconnetion to himself, aka his feelings and the World and humans in generell.

•I think thats why he dosen't see a good point in living cuz he is so disconnected from the World and he Dosen't understand why or perhaps Dosen't even know.

• not to mention the mafia really messed with him and his moralitys. I know he himself is already messed up but imagine he grew up in the ADA like ranpo.

•I'm quit sure he would have been a bit different then.

• Perhaps deep down he dosen't wants to Die but he sees this as the only chance to something better. To be free from all this pain he dosen't even get.

• Dazai dosen't realize that the people he cares for also care for him equally.

• but have you noticed whenever he tried to end his life it was bc he Planed smt ahead ALL THE TIME ( ok maybe almost all the time)

• idk if it was intentional but when he jumped into that Lake he met Tiger boy remembere ?

• Or how he was there durning the investigation of the death of that women where he told Tiger boy that ranpo dosen't has an ability acually.

• now this was intensional, when he, like I said, ask higuchi to kill hersef with him.

• or why he was so overly friendly with Nobuko Sasaki.

(I read that sasaki was more dangerous in the manga )

• He KNEW there was smt wrong

• Poor kunikida tho...

[droodlebug]

thinking about tokyo debunker again big surprise i know. but im thinking about,, the concept of the ghouls' stigmas being directly based on whatever they wished for. im going to go in order of house and just through everyone bc i like thinking about it

Frosty

Jin– stigma is to be able to literally command people for a time. it seems it is directly tied to his mental state whether or not he can use it (outside of the enhancement of the ring). hes the son of the president of anamolous research; it could be he wanted to be listened to either by a parent thats too busy or be listened to Over his father. With its connection to his mental state, maybe it has to do with an event where something happened specifically because he was unable to get people to do as he said because of an internal conflict. or it could be as simple as "i am the son of an important person i want everyone to do what i say"

Tohma– her stigma is described as being able to "send vibrations." this allows for destruction and for sending what are essentially radio signals to be able to telepathically talk to people, though its unknown if it allows for being able to hear anything back or if its just a one-way system. My idea is tohmas wish was to make an impact. To "make waves." Vibrations allow for this to happen literally and physically as well as allowing social influence via sending messages straight into peoples heads. We also know tohma used to be in vagstrom, the house given to those that pursue change and freedom. Shes now in frostheim, the one for ambition and unchanging goals. These also both happen to fit really well in line for someone who wants to make things change, make waves, make vibrations.

Lucas–it is probably the Most straightforward one. He wears his heart on his sleeve we dont have to guess too far. Lucas wants to protect people. It Wants to be a protector that is his goal in life. To use his power to help and protect. His stigma is to be, essentially, a shield. With him carrying around snacks and implying he used to always keep them specifically for its brother, we can infer that he was always protective of its twin. Maybe it was even a wish specifically to protect his brother that was painfully twisted by whatever demon granted that wish.

Kaito– We don't know Exactly what Kaitos stigma is. Hyde says it has to do with seeing auras, but Kaitos ability to see Luca's powered up stigma, to see usually far, and even to be able to near perfectly read lips can be inferred in our time with her. Taking into account her want to fit in with crowds and be up to date on trends and gossip as well as kaitos staunch awareness of how shes treated, we can guess the wish may have been along the lines of wanting to see more. Depending on what all Kaito can see, it may be a wish given vaguely and twisted. Or, it could be more specific, like wanting to be able to see people better, to see things first, to see how people are feeling, to see why people treat her differently, etc etc. With as vague as it is now, there's quite a few different variations that could apply. Given Kaito's clear lack of self esteem thats made up for by desperately trying to fit in, I'm inclined to believe it was something along those lines.

Vaggy

Alan– his stigma is unnatural strength. a wish to be strong. That's a pretty common wish, and a common feeling. Even if it wasnt meant literally, this is a really clear way to turn that wish into a power. Especially when it's someone like Alan, who is to the point and wouldnt add flowery language. Even assuming the demons just inheritly Know what the wishes theyre granting for someone are, wanting to be stronger physically is, again, not uncommon. Especially not for someone with an implied (and stated) tumultuous past like Alan.

Leo– Also realllly self explanatory. Leo has amplified hearing. personality-wise, he's a rat–a snitch. he thrives off using information to get his way and blackmail people and to presumably further his online career. Of course he'd wish to be able to hear people and eavesdrop on shit.

Sho– their stigma is ??? to jam stuff?? which includes opening doors and pushing ghosts and a myriad of other loosely connected things? Keeping in mind their implied estrangement from their family (and leo, especially since we dont know if theyve known each other before the demon pacts), it could be a wish to want to keep people away, or to make it easier to run away. If he knew leo before make the pacts and, considering how leo treats sho and how sho doesnt Really seem fond of leo, was pressured into it, maybe it has something to do with wanting to get away from leo ? hard to say on this one

Jabber

Haru– his stigma is to move fast. of course the ball of restless energy would want to be able to move fast and do a bunch more stuff. this stays in line whether we think of them now as they are in jabberwock, or as of his how he was in (presumably) sinostra. haru is a buzzing busybody. No stretch to say hed wish he could Do More.

Towa– another nebulous stigma. Lets put all the individual information of what he can do under an umbrella and say we know towa can control weather. Specifically, he seems to have a strong handle on lightning and wind in particular. Focusing on lightning, we know via conversations with Ed that towa used to have a disdain or hatred for humanity. This is also something we can still get glimpses through in her lack of care for people (and anomalies) being or getting hurt and their flippant attitude toward death. If we think of someone who has no care for life and a sour attitude toward people, well, wanting to hurt or cause destruction would be a good wish, wouldnt it? Which falls in line with Towa's reliance on lightning, which in many cultures and religious mythologies symbolizes anger, destruction, and vengeance. retribution.

the bigger question is whether or not towa is human (likely not), if being nonhuman is a source of some (still a ghoul) or all (not even a ghoul) of his powers, or if she has multiple stigmas giving him multiple powers, or a combination of any of the above. if we go along the line of them having multiple stigmas, his control over the wind may be indicative of a second wish to be able to help who she cares for (haru, most likely). Wind pollinates, carries, cools, and in many places you can see wind symbolizes healing and positive change. Alternatively, if all of towas powers come from one wish and he was a mortal being before making a pact, the powers of weather as a whole are great forces of destruction in enough capacity. and we have seen how destructive and scary they can be when they are upset.

or maybe this guy is just an anomaly, a forgotten small god such as the one in chapter 13, and darkwick has been keeping her there and haru was the first person to treat him like a person and "wish" to her which restored their faith in humanity to a degree (and is why he seemed in pain right after haru prayed to the other god) and this is where all her powers come from no demon input. or maybe still some demon input. who knows! i love him. so much to chew on.

Ren– SO. all we know for his stigma as well is that it's "good for cleaning messes." ok. whats good at cleaning messes (and is often a mess itself) that ren also happens to have an intense phobia of and avoids at any cost. water. i dont see ren being the kind of person to just go along and make a lact with a demon. Unless. It would help him avoid water. To never have to go near it, especially since it is explicitly not just the ocean, but Any body of water he fears. What better way to grant the wish to avoid bodies of water than by giving someone the ability to conjure or manipulate water?

not directly related but this would be a fun tie in to the hints of ren being the mermaid whether or not he even knows it, and that his fear of water is connected to that. (and if Ren doesnt even know what he is, that would be why he isnt in obscuary. clearly the guy doesnt go swimming so it wouldnt be a stretch at all)

Sinostra

Romeo– bomb stigma. the things he values most blow up the biggest. if we take into consideration his family having been passingly mentioned as losing their designer brand, we can start to connect some dots. romeo is materialistic, hot-headed, and prideful. so, in the fall of his family's brand, its easy to picture him in a rage at incompentence costing him what he is owed. Then, he wishes to make sure that he never makes the mistake of blowing up his assets. Then, he's given that in the most purposfully literal way possible. His most valuable assets are the ones he can blow up the best

Taiga–Also one of the easy ones. Heavily implied that its stigma allows it a glimpse into the future at the cost of his memories. the guy is a gambler and a generally risk-taking criminal. wishing to see the future to ensure you never lose, never miss a mark, it's very classic. and coupled with its memory loss is a fun bit of irony

Shinjo– another straightforward one! she can harden her body to take any blow. her goal in life is to be the most prestigious lawyer in the history of ever. so. you want to be able to take anything that can come at you. especially if we keep in mind the rumors of shinjos father being corrupt, which could mean dangerous clients and associates.... protection is important. she already has the legal knowledge and smarts to stay protected there, so the physical is the only flaw to fill. this would absolve the work of having to train, giving more time allotted to work and study. its the inverse of luca, she wouldnt be considering the protection of anyone but herself. wish to cast a shield on the only part unprotected–the physical.

Hotorubi

Suburu– his stigma is being able to see all te thoughts and memories of everything and everyone he touches. Whatever shady shit he may or may not be doing, subaru is unequivocally an anxious mess. what is a common wish during anxiety? wishing to know what everyone is thinking. and now he does, whether he wants it or not.

from here on is where it gets a bit dicey due to lack of knowledge

Haku– ok this is the one i have Nothing on. no clue what his stigma is other than he is almost certainly the one that conducted the stigma test for the MC. no idea what his desires are. other than the lack of information, haku is already the exact kind of character/person i struggle to understand on a base fundamental level tbh. moving on

Zenji– ??? dont know their stigma or of they can even use it as a ghost

Obscuary

Rui– His stigma allows him to ease other peoples physical pain for a while. we see through every interaction with rui that he is a person who is constantly thinking of other people and trying to make things better and easier for them. it stands to logic that he would wish to be able to help. well. ease people's pain. thank goodness he doesnt have to touch people to do it i suppose. small mercies

Edward– Unclear if anything hes done is his stigma or if its all just been old vampire knowledge and powers only so another harx ???? for now

Lyca– his stigma is ? following smells. the only reason we know thats not a werewolf thing is because he verbally activates it. but. we also know a lot about lyca. much like alan, he is a very straightforward thinker and doesnt mince words. he knows exactly what he wants. it os unclear if he was a ghoul when taken by darkwick, but he was taken and immediately imprisoned on a murder accusation so that does seem unlikely. (and also does like ? does darkwick even Know lyca is a ghoul or do they think he is still Just a wolf boy) Itd stand to reason Lyca was taken advantage of in the vulnerable state of a prisoner by a demon. We already know what lyca has been wishing for this whole time. To reuinite with Neros. And what would help that wish come true? Being able to follow anything and anyone hes smelled before.

[theartisticapparition]

genuinely would love to know anything & everything u can tell me about every single character bc i am Completely Enthralled by this au, but if i had to pick one ig i'd say tyzias :)

Okay so Tyzias right? We love her. Awesome character we meet at Hiveswap friendsim, hopefully even cooler in AtlaSwap So I don't really have a detailed idea of what her background story was like. And, I say this quite often but i'm not very good at writting but hell I could try maybe? Maybe make it a hobby and make a fic of this Au on Ao3. Gotta be good at being bad at things sometimes.. Also because Im p much content starved so truthfully, I appreciate the asks in my inbox even though it took me a month to respond. sorry asker; Anyhow, so upon making this Au I want it to translate almost identical or what makes sense to their original selves in the Hiveswap Universe. That being said. I'm thinking Tyzias Entykk be a council member trying to influence the Earth Kingdom into being a bit more involved in maybe taking in refugees from other tribes and yes even fire nation refugees. Unfortunately, and understandably so, other earth kingdom council members would not be fond of that idea.

I really like Tyzias in friendsim where she is doing what she can to 'improve' the Alternian system into maybe being a bit less brutal and racists. Like she knows she can't make a significant change by herself. She mentions this in her good ending route. How she might not be able to do it but she trusts someone out there can.

Viola, freak of nature lost air nomad/ avatar MSPAR. I hope this makes sense!

[madaqueue]

Dripping in Gold | Chapter 3

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, fluff, smut. kissing, brief fingering (f receiving), car sex. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the way i've given up proofreading this lmao lemme know if y'all find any errors bc i'm simply not looking for em anymore! anyways eat up :)

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What the hell did I get myself into?

The question repeats in your mind while the cool air in Gojo’s car blasts against your skin, still hot from earlier, as his hand returns to its natural place along your thigh.

After your little encounter, he promised to take you to one of his favorite places for lunch. He also promised to wash your soiled panties for you as he shoved them into his pocket with a smirk, citing how “gentlemanly” he is.

The events of less than an hour prior replay in your mind as you remember how his touch felt, how his lips pressed against yours, how badly you wanted him to bend you over and fuck you then and there. But instead, he just picked up all the dresses you had tried on and marched them out of the changing room to the front of the store, setting them down and paying without a second thought. “Oh, and we’ll take the yellow one she’s wearing, too,” he chirps to the attendant as she rings up an amount you can’t even fathom.

You get pulled out of your thoughts as the car stops, your door opening suddenly as Gojo once again holds his hand out to you. He has brought you to an adorable restaurant you’ve never even seen before, with yellow flowers lining the walkways and windowsills of the old building, perfectly complementing the new outfit you have on.

Once again, the date is actually really lovely. He orders you both champagne and tells you to get whatever else you want from the menu, and conversation flows naturally between you two, almost like old friends. Wanting to learn more about him, you direct the discussion to his past, probing to understand more about his background. While he often acts like an open book, you find that there are three things he will absolutely not talk about: his family, his home, or his money. Whenever one of these topics comes up he maneuvers the conversation elsewhere, often deflecting back to you.

That said, holy shit does this man love to talk - you bet that if you put him in an empty room he’d speak just to hear his own voice. He seems to know something about everything, and he wants to make sure you know it, too.

“Do you ever shut up?” you tease after his fourth time interjecting a random, unwarranted piece of information into a story you were telling him.

“Hmm,” he thinks, bringing a hand up to ruffle through his hair. “Nope, I don’t think so,” a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

While the time you spend with him is nice, his inability to be forthcoming does put you slightly on edge. You can’t help but find yourself wondering, in a tiny corner of the back of your mind, what’s the catch? Why is someone who seems so perfect possibly interested in you?

You push the feelings of unease down as you continue your meal. Eventually you look up and see his eyes locked on yours, taking in your every move. The cerulean pierces through you like a cold wind, and you can’t quite place the feeling it sends through you until you feel his fingertips brush against your knee from under the table.

Desire.

“You know,” you say, a grin slowly forming on your face, “I love this dress, but I almost feel like it’s getting a bit uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah?” he tilts his head, knowingly playing into your little game. “Well, that’s a shame.” He sighs dramatically. “I guess you could take it off, if you really need to.”

“Mhm,” you hum, “I might need your help with that, though.”

Leaning forward slightly, his words come out airy, “Anything for you, princess.”

He stands up and holds his hand out again, your fingers intertwining with his as his free hand pulls out his wallet and drops a few hundred dollar bills on the table, more than enough to cover your meal. Leading you back to his car, you feel your heart start to race in anticipation.

Pulling open the back door, you hop in first and get comfortable against the seat before he joins you inside. You hadn’t noticed how spacious the back of his car is but you’re grateful that it at least won’t be uncomfortable; you expected him to take you back to his place or yours, but this will do just fine for now, as your need for him was increasing with every second he wasn’t inside you.

Immediately upon closing the door his lips crash into yours, soft and warm against the lingering cool air inside the vehicle. As you sit in his lap his arms reach around your body to undo the zipper of your dress before sliding it over your head, tossing it somewhere into the depths of the car.

Since your panties were already stuffed into his pocket and you hadn’t worn a bra, you were now fully bare in front of him. He pulls away from the kiss for a moment, allowing his eyes to slowly cover every inch of your body, taking you in as a smile curls at the corners of his lips.

Gojo lays down with his back against the seats so you can straddle him, legs around his waist as you start to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With your eyes closed and hands shaking slightly in excitement, you take longer than the man would like as he sighs against your lips and simply rips his shirt open, muttering “I’ll buy a new one,” as it slides off his shoulders.

Your eyes open for a moment to take in his body beneath you - his firm chest, abs surrounded by a v-line that dipped below the waist of his pants, practically begging you to trace along it with your fingers. As you do, you hear Gojo’s breath hitch momentarily at your touch.

“Aw, are you nervous?” you tease against him as your fingertips brush along his waistband, slowly fumbling against the buckle of his belt.

He smirks at you through the kiss. “Just impatient.”

Before you can quip back, he has undone his belt and zipper, allowing you to pull his black slacks down to his ankles, sitting up slightly to let him kick them off. Your hands find the top of his black boxers before his hands wrap around your wrists.

Pulling his mouth away from yours for a moment, his eyes open to meet your gaze. “Are you sure?” he asks through a breathy sigh.

You nod eagerly, starting to lean back down before a hand reaches up to stop you.

“Say it,” he commands, voice suddenly low and raspy.

“I want to fuck you, Satoru,” the words barely leaving your mouth before your lips crash back into his, a new greediness between both of you as your tongues glide against each other’s.

Your attention turns back to undressing him as you pull his boxers down, revealing his fully erect cock. The tip flushed, needy, drawing your hands to it as you use your thumb to drag the leaking precum around his tip before sliding your hand loosely down his length. Satoru sighs into your open mouth at the feeling, reaching his own hand down between your legs.

As soon as he touches you, you feel electricity shoot through your body, his fingers barely brushing against your clit. Maybe you were still horny from earlier, maybe you just needed him that badly, but something in you couldn’t wait any longer.

Your hips move so you’re hovering above him, using your hand around his base to align him with your entrance. His tip slowly enters you, the feeling already threatening to send you over the edge as you envelop him in your warmth.

He moans your name softly as you drop your hips to take all of him inside of you. His cock stretches at your walls, the mix of pleasure and pain better than anything you’ve felt before. You fit him perfectly as he fills up every last inch of you, your wetness allowing him to glide in and out with ease.

“Wanted you so bad,” he murmurs against your lips as you grind your hips in circles up and down his length, “needed you.” One of his hands grips at your waist while the other snakes behind you to grab the thick flesh of your ass.

You continue your movements, using one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, his cock pressing into every last part of you. “S’good, you feel s’good,” he babbles, a never-ending stream of consciousness leaving his mouth as your body moves against his.

Damn, he really can’t shut up, can he? you think to yourself with a grin.

You don’t mind though, the silky lightness of his voice only adding to your pleasure. As you feel yourself approaching your release, your pussy clenches around him, eliciting another moan from the man underneath you.

His grip tightens on your waist as he suddenly begins thrusting his hips up into you, adding to the pace. You open your eyes slightly as he reaches even deeper into you, glancing down to see the veins in his arms as his fingers dig into your skin.

“F-fuck, I’m close,” he whines, desperation dripping from his voice as he continues pumping into you.

“Me too, ‘Toru,” the words leaving your throat in a hoarse whisper.

You don’t even process the nickname, something simply spoken out of ease as sounds struggled to escape your lips through moans of pleasure, but it sends butterflies through Satoru’s body as he is suddenly pushed into his climax. You follow almost immediately, your body racked with pleasure as your legs shake and cunt flutters around his cock as he finishes inside of you.

The humidity of the car finally hits you as you try to slow your breathing, realizing both you and Satoru are covered in a thin layer of sweat as you peel yourself off of him to sit up.

“Wow,” he pants, reaching a hand up to brush white hair off of his slightly damp forehead, “that was amazing.”

“I know,” you reply slyly, leaning down to place a peck against his lips.

He chuckles, “So cocky already? And here I thought we could have a sweet post-fuck cuddle or something.”

You can’t stop yourself from giggling. “Oh yeah, in the comfort of the back seat of your car?”

“Aw, are you saying you don’t like my car?” he fakes a pout. “Guess you can just walk home then.”

You roll your eyes at his teasing. “You and I both know damn well I’m not walking home, and we aren’t going anywhere until you find my dress.”

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he smirks, sitting up and wrapping his arms tightly around you, placing a wet kiss on your cheek as you laugh and squirm in his lap.

–

For a while, things with Satoru are easy. You find yourself slipping into a rhythm with him: he calls you, he takes you out somewhere, you fuck, and he pays you. It feels nice to finally be able to afford to live again and not stress about your job hunt, and you start to genuinely enjoy the time you spend with him, looking forward to your weekly dates.

Between the times you see him, you also find yourselves communicating more often. He starts sending you pictures of himself trying on clothes in that all-too-familiar dressing room, asking for your opinions on what he should get so he can match you whenever you go out somewhere. You start video calling each other too, getting to see that stupid grin on his face whenever you pick up. Usually you just talk about your days or what shows you're watching, but you slowly start bringing him more into your life, telling him about your family and whatever gossip you hear about from your friends. A few times you’ve even invited him to come out with your group, but he always declines with a vague excuse. A part of you wants more, to have him in your life fully, but you also know that it would bring with it the complicated explanation of how you met and how your relationship first started.

You also begin to notice that you never hook up in your apartment or his - it’s always in restaurant bathrooms, his car, or the few times he’s gotten you a hotel room to stay with him overnight. You don’t particularly mind, since your apartment is still not the cleanest, although it’s certainly gotten better with your newfound free time, but it does seem odd to you. Whenever you try to bring it up, he just shrugs or brushes it off with a wave of his hand. “It’s too personal,” he always reasons, and you decide that you either have to drop it and accept how things are or push it and risk losing him.

Around six months after your first date, something changes. He drops you off at home after an amazing dinner at a new steakhouse and even better sex, this time in the private lounge of the restaurant. Inside your apartment you shower and head straight to bed. When you awake the next morning, you see two notifications on your phone: one from your bank informing you of a deposit of $6,000, and one from Gojo.

Gojo: Sorry about not paying you right away last night, I must have been a little distracted after our dinner and dessert 🥰 (the dessert was us having sex). I sent you a bit extra as compensation for any emotional damages I may have caused <3

You roll your eyes, a smile involuntarily forming on your lips as you read his message. Suddenly, it hits you: you didn’t even notice that he didn’t pay you. For months, that had been the routine, the expectation you both had set and agreed to. But last night, you didn’t notice. And maybe, you didn’t care?

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[acourtofthought]

One of the more ridiculous things ewriel have said is that in that BC they love the yearning between ewriel. Yearning WHERE? They just want to bang because they are attracted to each other. Ewriels really don’t understand romance and we all suffer for it.

For a group that says we don't care about what the characters wants, they seem hell bent on forcing emotions onto both Az and Elain that just do not exist in actual canon.

Az is struggling, that cannot be denied and yes, he's spent a year staring at headache powder. But we KNOW he's spent much longer than that brooding and pouting over not having Mor and that means his feelings and self-loathing go way beyond Elain. When they try to act like this all stems from him not getting to be with "his one true love", it's a bit of a joke. Since book 2 we've heard how he has always struggled to know where he belongs, since book 2 we learned of how he wanted Mor from the moment she walked into the Illyrian camp over 500 years ago and how the fallout from her sleeping with Cassian was really bad, since book 2 and all the way through SF, we've been given mentions of him staring at Mor with yearning and longing (because "few and far between in SF does not equal zero which means he is STILL looking at Mor with longing at times), since book 3 we witnessed him pouting / being aloof after Mor was upset with him, only softening when she sat next to him at dinner or after he'd had time to recover from it, since book 3 Rhys tells Feyre Az has most likely been asking himself why he didn't get a mating bond with Mor for the past centuries and in SF Az refused to address his very known feelings for Mor with Rhys (avoidance is telling).

Az now wondering why he didn't get a mate like his brothers has a lot less to do with Elain herself and a lot more to do with Az's personal issues and the canon PROVES that considering he did not tell us or think a single thing he actually likes about Elain. A mating bond should be irrelevant if Elain was enough all on her own. He knows she's Lucien's mate so shouldn't he be focused on how to be with her without a bond rather than pouting how his brothers got a bond with her sisters and he got none? Gwyn got his admiration and encouragement, the belief that she could handle something dangerous, the acknowledgement of how far she's come since he first met her and Elain got his....pity? His dagger? His White knight rescue syndrome that he also gave to Feyre and Briar in the exact same scene? Oooooh, so super special! I'd rather take someone believing in me and thinking I'm impressive over them giving me a physical object and thinking I'm too helpless to save myself..

As far as Elain. Where is the canon proof that Elain wants a relationship with Az? That she has feelings for him the way she did for Graysen? Where is the canon proof that she yearned for Az? In fact, we're shown quite the opposite what with her going out and doing her own thing helping elderly fae with their garden. SF showed her in a better place than the novella and none of that was thanks to Az since he avoided her which she really didn't seem bothered by. If she was bothered then why did she not bring it up on Solstice? "I've missed seeing you". "I've been hurt you've stayed away for so long." Instead we got nothing of the sort with Az instead thinking "she was aware why he's been avoiding family dinners" and Elain seeming pretty cool with it all. That does not give me vibes of yearning. And where is the canon proof that Elain has any interest in Az after Solstice? At this point the E/riel ship is no longer a canon event. Can some hope they come back together in the next book? Definitely! Just like I'm guessing some hoped Aelin would end up with Chaol or Dorian after their parting of ways but at this point, Elain and Az are no longer romantic love interests based on the characters current feelings, feelings change and there is nothing to currently suggest Elain and Az would go down that path again.

I'm not sure why E/riels have decided that crush in a SJM book equals endgame considering zero of her pairings started out as a cutesy crush.

The best SJM situationship I can use to compare the E/riel setup to is Dorian and Celaena (and they even shared way more than E/riel). Dorian was the first guy Celaena wanted to kiss after Sam's death and Az was the first guy Elain was willing to kiss after Graysen. Celaena definitely had a crush on Dorian, lots of looks and glances and they were definitely forbidden. Dorian gave Celaena a puppy and Az gave Elain a necklace. But once Celaena became the kings champion, she close to walk away from their relationship even though Dorian was willing to find a way for them to be together, even though Dorian thought he loved her. Celaena realized that despite the things she was feeling for him, it wasn't right because of who she was and because of who he was. After her decision, she never looked back. Sarah chose not to go down the path of forbidden love and instead focused on Celaena's destiny which it seems like she's setting Elain up for, what with the mentions of her scent being a "promise of Spring" and Nesta thinking how "the Spring Court had been made for someone like Elain" and Elain saying she needs sunshine, with Elain sitting by the sunniest windows all the time.

Elain gave Az his necklace back, a very symbolic gesture of things ending between her couples, just like we saw with Celaena and Chaol (and no, Nesta refusing Cassian's gift is not the same thing because Nesta did not accept the gift and then return it) and Elain has never looked back in the 4- 5 months since. Not only was there never any canon of yearning or Az on her part (we have seen what Elain yearning for someone looks like), but there is no canon of her remotely being interested in anything with Az since Solstice. If she got over her fiancé in half a year, then moving on from her crush on Az is easy.

[osarina]

helloooo miss Carina!! first of all I just noticed your new header with the claw machine header, the gif is soooo cute and creative! it feels kinda like those mini shorts before and after a commercial break in anime if you know what I mean >.< secondly I have a few questions I'm curious about and because you said you didn't have anything to talk about >u< so!!

question one: what were you up to today? c: question two: you write sooo much and with tons of different aus! what is your writing process like from idea to posting? o: question three: what drew you to Osamu when you first met him?

(no pressure to answer all of them! <3 but I am excited to see what you have to say ^u^)

WAHHHHHHH ZE I LOVE U. ISN'T IT SO CUTE IM STILL SO OBSESSED WITH IT DAUFHASIUFHD EVERY TIME I LOOK AT MY BLOG I GIGGLE <333 AND DOUBLE WAAHHHH THANK U FOR LETTING ME YAP IVE LITERALLY BEEN SITTING HERE ANTSY WITH NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT DFUHASDFIUSAHDFI

today i had WORK blah and what was even worse </333 i got a surprise assignment and now im stressing over it </333 but now im trying to relax and forget about all of my problems because im avoidant HAHAHAHAH what about you?? how was your day??

omg HAHAH my writing process is pretty chaotic at first. its just like . a few vague ideas for scenes and then try to build a plot that pulls them together aifuhasudfih once i have like a general idea for a plot, i'll start to fill out everything around it. and THEN my favorite step, i drag myself to the SPREADSHEETS. i love my spreadsheets. once i get my spreadsheets (if it's a series), ill decide my chapter limit (which usually changes. see: civzai, what was supposed to be a 3 parter and became a 12 chapter fic with a sequel LOL.) but i always do try to start with a limit dfuahsudfhsa. once i get the general chapter count, ill decide what the main conflict of each chapter is/what changes in the plot in this chapter. i try to limit myself for four scenes to get to that progression otherwise fhauisfhudsa it would get ridiculous. i don't usually go into detail about each chapter while planning though. when i do, i usually get bored and don't finish things, so i just leave it as the general plot progression and then when i get to the chapter itself, ill just go in and write the chapter, and then go back to the spreadsheet to add in the details so that i have a reference to go back to for future chapters IF THAT MAKES SENSE LOL there is a method to the madness i swear

and omg. im gonna answer this in two ways. 1 being like actual real life watching the anime and 2 being selfship. but:

1) i was repulsed by him at first LOLLL. i dropped bsd because ppl hyped me up to him and told me id like him, and i met him in episode 1 and just couldn't continue because i didn't like him. when i picked it back up again 2 ish years ago, i managed to like . stay strong until the mersault arc. but then i finally gave in like ugh i kind of like fyodor ...... and then the walls i had up for dazai crumbled quite quickly after that LOLL. could u imagine, me accepting that i like fyodor led me to accepting i like dazai . he's forever bitter about it.

2) BUT FOR SELFSHIP . i hc in my selfship (ill go main au, so its my wykyk/pmreader universe) that i was like . very conflicted about him at first. like i was instinctively drawn to him - we were both very lonely & found like a kindred spirit in each other, but both of us were also wary of letting our guard down around someone. i was on my own because of mori for a while trying to hold my own in kyoto, and he was making his name in the port mafia & always having to watch his back and could never trust anyone. so it was quite a bit of dancing around each other for a few weeks. + a part of me was resentful and bitter cuz i felt like i'd been cast aside by mori for him. but . one thing led to another and LOL he ended up literally moving into my apartment and we ended up getting close to each other bc of that. casamu is the epitome of "never casual" i fear. neither of us can be casual about anything.

[hb-writes]

Update re: Requests/ WIPS

Hi y'all! I'm changing the way I do requests. Unless otherwise specified, they'll be open anytime with the caveat that I'm a human being with real thoughts, feelings, opinions, and responsibilities, meaning that I may not have the interest/ ability/ motivation/ time to write everything received, and requests may take an exorbitant amount of time (think, literal years) to be written because that's just how it is. 🥲

Please just indicate in some way that the ask is a request. Sometimes people send a string of dialogue or a random quote with no other info attached and I’m not quite sure what it’s supposed to be for.

Fandoms I currently write for/ would write for: A Discovery of Witches, Bridgerton, Daredevil, The Family Stone, Fifty Shades, The Haunting of Hill House/ Bly Manor, Marvel, One Tree Hill, Peaky Blinders, The Punisher, Sherlock, Suits, Supernatural, True Blood, Twilight, The Vampire Diaries, White Collar, ACOTAR, Throne of Glass Series, The Empyrean Series (Fourth Wing), the Pitt

Upcoming:

Comfy-vember 2024 - Requests closed (PAUSED - will continue posting in May)

April Additions 2025 - Requests closed

I'm including a list below the cut of everything I have on my request radar and will try to update as new requests are received (I usually only respond to the ask once I complete/ post the request)—updated as of April 23, 2025.

Masterlist

Pending Requests:

Peaky Blinders:

Part 2 to Gestures of fairness? Where perhaps Tommy is doing something which warrants Clara to utilize her ‘discovery’. For some reason I’m imagining tipsy, fun Tommy for this, with the other brothers there too, just a sweet family moment in the garrison or the house or something, before everything goes to shit

46 and 32 from the parental writing prompts with Tommy saying them! I just want some soft Tommy with a very scared Clara (note: this one is already written, but is actually going to be included in an upcoming chapter of LLB).

Part 2 for pretty in pink

For an angst one shot could you please do one where clara and grace has a huge fight and it ends up with clara wanting to leave the arrow house but tommy doesn't allow her and it will be a situation where he has to choose between clara and grace

could you write something about tommy and clara having an argument?

clara having huge fight with her family or getting into trouble and getting hurt something along the way

one shot with tommy and clara like a huge fight and fallout.

One-shot where Clara is a teenager and gets called into Tommy’s office to be scolded and she gets punished and it evolves into an angsty fight between Tommy and Clara but with comfort in the end? Like maybe she really pushed his buttons, he’s decided to punish her, she gets upset, they fight, she runs up to his room, he comes up and they talk it out and hugs in the end?

Arthur is the first to protect and stand up for her, Tommy is who she goes to when she doesn’t feel safe, and John is who she goes to when she already feel safe/just needs a little love and comfort

S6 - Clara finding out about Tommy's "brain tumor."

Suits:

Reader is married to Harvey and is also a lawyer and maybe during a big important case the reader gets shot in the middle of court and Harvey has to try to keep her alive and begs her to not leave him and their new little Boy at home. But thankfully the reader survives! 💗

"That's why I didn't tell you in the first place. I knew you'd react like this.", for Charlie and Harvey

Darvey? but like with charlie? maybe they're having a date at home or something & charlie promised to hide away in her room all evening but she goes out of her way to purposefully ruin it (why? for the giggles ofc, & because she loves messing with her big brother)

teenage charlie and Harvey notices she hasn’t really been eating breakfast or dinner with him as often and it turns out that she was upset about what someone said to her

Maybe if Charlie is so stressed Harvey has to intervene bc she stopped eating and sleeping? & High school ? “ Charlotte just because you’re 16 doesn’t mean I won’t goddamn spoon feed you if I have to. Don’t test me on this. This is not a battle you will win little one (or little sister).”

Charlie: "Marcus said I was his favourite."

Can I request a Charlie specter where she gets caught at home with a boy like she skipped school or something and Harvey catches them together!?

teenage charlie (14-15) and mike and harvey are going to meet a client and they catch her skipping school on the street! not really like in a angsty way yk like in a funny way if that makes sense?

I would love one where she has a boyfriend and protective Harvey

something where Charlie has a really bad day and just bypasses Donna and runs into Harvey’s office? Maybe when she’s still adjusting to her new school or high school or something?

Charlie getting the flu during flu season and Harvey taking care of her?

a younger sort of trouble maker charlie after harvey became her guardian!

Part 2 for It's On You

Harvey had to pick Charlie up drunk and Donna having to step in and say something like “there’s no use in lecturing/talking to her like this she needs to sleep it off”

one night they’re at the office late and she’s asleep on the couch in Harvey’s office and Harvey and Luis are getting into it and Harvey says something like “if you wake her..” and goes over and settles her back down to sleep because she stirred and her eyes opened?

Twilight:

"I'm very lucky to know you." For twilight

“I didn’t know they were drugs!” and “Oh my god, it’s so pretty!” With Twilight?

“I prefer not to be disturbed.” & “I don’t feel like it today.” For Twilight

mia cullen in eclipse when she and jacob finally meet again

some sort of part two for drifting (but it can also be a new ff) where Mia maybe has depression or a depressed phase (maybe because the family is drifting apart like in your last Carlisle fan fiction) And Carlisle and/or Esme help her through (maybe she dosen’t even has the energy to brush her hair or get out of bed)

Mia drank Alcohol and used marijuana in new moon

Mia Cullen just doing stupid stuff and (accidentally) pushing Carlisle to his limits, like he’s not angry but more like because it’s stupid?

A moment when one of the Cullens got Really Mad at Mia and screamed at her.

The story behind Mia getting her nose pierced.

Mia talking in her sleep.

Maybe she dislocated her shoulder and it has to be popped in and she’s hysterical maybe falls asleep on Emmett after? Maybe from playing too rough with someone?

a cute/comfort scene between Mia and Jasper

Mia is with Rosalie. Something like them gossiping or have a girls night with Alice.

Fifty Shades:

Elliot & Emma : "You can't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."

One Tree Hill:

“All I wanted was your honesty.”

Allie overhears Dan say something mean and Nathan comforts her

The Punisher:

“Something is wrong.” & “Get down on the floor!” For The Punisher

Sherlock:

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" Watson sister with Sherlock? Perhaps during the season 3 premiere where John is kidnapped and they try to think of a way to save him.

Sherlock deducing Lucy getting bullied

Daredevil:

Matt and sister angst to fluff one-shot

Bridgerton:

Bridgerton sistercousin having an argument with Anthony or someone else and going to Benedict for comfort/to rant.

True Blood:

a guy around her age (human or not) is really friendly/flirty and Eric starts to get overprotective but won’t admit it.

The Family Stone:

None

Marvel:

Marvel OC’s heart got broken by a guy but Bucky and Sam are there for her

Supernatural:

None

White Collar:

None

A Discovery of Witches:

None

[aro-culture-is]

Hey, I’m still a minor but I’ve been really stressing about this lately. I really want to know if aromantic is the right label for me, since I previously identified as a bisexual.

I’ve, like, NEVER had a crush. I want to. I love romance novels, couples, the idea of romance. But then I talked to my friends and family and realized that what I thought was a crush just…wasn’t.

I didn’t feel butterflies, or nervous, or ANYTHING. I genuinely thought butterflies in your stomach was something that people made up, like getting nosebleeds when something is sexually implicit or shirtless ppl r shown (stupid, I know, but heteronormativity is really ingrained in me). I wasn’t even INTERESTED in the person. Examples, if it would help: first grade, I saw pretty boy, tried to play with him and followed him around at recess, looking back I just wanted a friend and he just happened to be attractive. Third grade, saw pretty boy, literally did not interact with him nor did I want to, but called him my crush bc I thought finding someone attractive=crush. My friend got with him, I wasn’t heartbroken and even tried to set them up and tried to tell them of the other’s feelings (despite the two of them being aware) like I was a little Cupid. Third grade pt 2, saw second most pretty boy imo (notice a theme here?) had dreams of both of my third grade crushes saving me from monkeys and I was a princess and they were in knight armor until the end where they’d take off the helmet n kiss me, but I had to consciously change the face after my friend got w the guy bc I felt bad. BUT I NEVER TALKED TO EITHER OF THEM????? Like, with pretty boy 3, let’s call him C, I didn’t really talk or try to get close with him or even was interested in him, same w the previous two. I thought I had fictional crushes on both boys and girls (hence the bisexuality identification) only to realize finding someone attractive=/= having a crush. And now I’m so confused and devastated????????

I am interested in both romance and sex, but I just don’t have crushes??? I know that, most likely, there is nothing wrong with me, like rationally, but I don’t feel that way???? I’ve always wanted a wedding n kids, but I’ve never imagined it with another person, like having a wedding n there being my partner. I always imagined going solo in my beautiful dress, never stopping to consider that a partner would be there. I also think I want kids, but that might be my parent’s pressures talking. My dad has also said that “there’s only one natural orientation” and says there’s nothing wrong with having a crush (I don’t think he realizes that I genuinely never had a crush) so I’m also really upset on that part. All I want to do is fit in socially, to make my parents happy, to do what I love, and have someone to love. I’m upset and confused and I took a quiz, twice, got cupioromantic, searched up the definition, realized it was me, got scared, so I’m just fishing for validation at this point. I hope I’m at least grey romantic, because I WANT to have romance, and be happy with one person. I don’t want to be a single cat lady (no hate if that’s you, keep slaying). I want someone to love me, and I’m scared that I won’t be able to love them back.

If you read this far, thanks, it means a lot.

So, I have a few thoughts after reading this, and I'm just gonna do my best to lay out some of them

All that introductory section about never having had a crush? Absolutely classic aromantic life story. Completely the sort of thing where if someone told me that IRL, my immediate thoughts would be "oh, they're probably aromantic", and "I want to let them know we're community in some fashion, and I get it."

Secondarily, on the note of finding someone attractive: folks so frequently discover their a-spec identities by starting with "I'm equally or similarly attracted to all genders, so I must be bi/pan/etc", and then get hit by the phenomena that 0=0. Also, aesthetic and sexual attraction are typically experienced quite differently - despite not being talked about as such, usually because it's not socially acceptable to talk about sex except when shaming others for interacting with the concept from any angle, including not wanting it. Yay society! (/sarcasm)

Next: yeah, cupioromantic absolutely fits what you've described so far. But I have some news for you: you can be aromantic and still have a wonderful, healthy romantic relationship with others. Some of the very, very early first followers of this blog - and i'm talking first 30 out of over 10k - have openly talked about being married as aro people to alloros for longer than I've run this blog. It's possible, it's been done, and if that works for you and any future partners, fantastic!

But. That said, I don't get the impression that your approach to this is coming from a place of necessarily wanting romance? I could absolutely be projecting, and that's on me, but between what your dad said and the desperation in your message, I have to wonder if what you want is a close, healthy relationship where you are able to feel safe discussing yourself, where you feel like your emotions are validated, and you can engage in a kind and mutually open hearted way. And y'know? Especially as a minor, that can be so hard to handle. You deserve to be listened to, for your feelings to be validated, and to know that who you are is as natural as anything.

Side note. natural is such a cop-out word. Speaking as someone in a multidisciplinary STEM field: natural means it happens. Not 'is the norm', not 'comes from plants', not 'works exactly the same way every time'. Consider the platypus is a natural creature, despite being a wild abomination of every 'normal' trait it could fit in its weird little body. Consider that even in humans, sex is not a dichotomy and for the most part, sex is a socially defined set of characteristics. Consider how many birds and fish have 4 or more sexes. Consider the fungi, weep, and learn that defining them by sex is an absolute nightmare of thousands of possible sexes and matches and honestly, what even??? Consider that even if we only look at similarly sexed creatures to us, dolphins, penguins, so many birds, octopuses, dogs, spiders, cats, and more that I can't name in the literal 10 seconds I spent on that list, engage in clear same-sex sexual and romantic bonding. You ever seen a boy dog just jump anything that exists? I don't think Fido gives a shit about "natural orientations". Unless he can eat it and poop it out, and eat that. (/affectionate)

Some final thoughts: you will be okay. Being a minor is so incredibly hard, and the more you grow into adulthood, the more clear it becomes that literally everyone is following all sorts of rules that they learned once upon a time because it's hard to change the system, hard to change your thoughts, and not because it ever made sense to follow those rules. The idea that two people have to love the same way to enjoy each other is bullshit. The idea that you can't just experience all sorts of weird things, even though the human brain is among the most complicated things known to science and does so much we'll never live to know, is wild.

You will be okay. Everything will get better, and I believe you. Teen years are a lovely blend of the worst and best decisions you'll ever make because your brain and body are doing some phenomenally complicated things, and society said "hey, what if we shove all of them into an institution because labor laws say we can't put them in the mines anymore?", and this is understandably a really terrible idea. Promise you, the tigers and lions in the average zoo get better enrichment than teens seem to be allowed.

The longer you have to experience the world and its weird and inconsistent ways, the more you learn to just... be. You don't have to question it every step of the way. Maybe you do get a crush. Maybe you don't. Maybe you find yourself being visited by the cat adoption fairy, and oops, there's another, and suddenly there's several creatures who bring you warmth - and maybe being a crazy cat lady is for you. Adulthood is weird, just to be honest. This has actually happened to several people I know. So many "oops I have a cat now? help?" messages.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

@tired-writer-in-progress -> trans!sanemi lil sanemitsu ask compilation

cw blood... bc hes on his period

naturally, being a demon slayer usually entailed in having terrible health, in both body and mind. besides being well skilled in fighting, demon slayers had a tendency to lack sleep, or nutrition, or a myriad of other things. which was likely why sanemi's period was so irregular—sometimes occurring for two weeks in a row, other times being absent for months only to hit him in the middle of a mission. he'd never minded the blood too much, and most of his periods were pretty mild, so beside the light discomfort it was alright. but, unfortunately, that couldn't be said about every time he got it. such as now.

having taken the chance to sleep, able to squeeze a couple hours in because he'd finished his mission quicker than anticipated, sanemi had immediately passed out in his girlfriend's futon, fast asleep. mitsuri had been training or something, possibly buying food, or anything out of sanemi's business, but she's let sanemi stay at her place before leaving. he'd gratefully taken the opportunity, exhausted to the bone. he ended up sleeping only two or so hours, waking up at one point feeling as if someone was stabbing his abdomen.

genuinely believing someone had run a knife into his stomach, he'd jolted up, hand shooting out to his katana which he'd left beside his bed, only to double over on himself. one arm wrapped tightly around himself, the other clutching the handle of his sword, he peered around, gritting his teeth. nobody here, although he did smell blood, and he was still in excruciating pain. it took him a moment to realize that, 1) the blood was not from a wound, and 2), the pain seemed internal.

reluctantly removing his arm, letting go of his katana, he lifted the blankets. he cringed at the red stain that had bloomed on the blanket, the futon, and his clothes. "how fucking long had this been happening?" he hissed to himself, irritated at his lack of awareness. before he could be properly annoyed at the fact that he'd ruined mitsuri's things, a wave of nausea hit him and he had to sit there for a moment, the back of his hand pressing to his mouth. god, fuck, he hadn't had a cramp this bad in ages. if... at all.

somewhat luckily, but also unfortunately, mitsuri decided right then and there to return, the sound of her happy humming making her way to the bedroom. sanemi squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply to try and regulate the pain before she came in, but she was already skipping to the room. he was feeling in no ways better when the door slid open, revealing her content figure. the moment she saw the blood, she squeaked, frantic concern creasing her forehead.

"a-are you okay, what happened?" she asked, hurrying over. she seemed to understand the source of the blood immediately after her questions, however, looking mildly less worried. "are you on your...?"

sanemi nodded, swallowing twice before managing to speak. "yeah. fuck, i haven't had it in, like, two months. or something. maybe three. i wasn't paying attention, sorry," he muttered, trying to discreetly shift his weight, his abdomen constricting with the movement.

mitsuri caught on anyway, because he was apparently not subtle at all, and her concern was back in full force. "what's wrong? does it hurt? i thought it didn't usually hurt?" she fretted, brow furrowing as she moved her hands vaguely over his body, trying to figure out what to do.

"i'm fine," sanemi said feebly, which only confirmed mitsuri's worries. she was up and off to get a change of clothes and some tea. sanemi slumped back against the futon, hoping she wouldn't mind too much about the mess. he wasn't a stranger to pain—in fact, it was quite a constant in his life—but this was different than what he was used to, and fuck, it hurt. half of it, he thought, wasn't even necessarily pain. it was this strong ache in his abdomen that made him want to throw up and knock himself unconscious at the same time. although he doubted he could sleep properly like this.

a few moments later, mitsuri was back, putting the tea to the side and scooping him right up into her arms. she was uncaring for the blood, holding him closely and trotting to the bathroom. sanemi was placed carefully into the tub, and mitsuri helped him out of his clothes, putting them aside to wash. whilst he cleaned himself (although it ended up being more like half-heartedly swiping at his legs, watching the warm water swirl pink), mitsuri laid out the new clothes, and a cloth pad (a/n: idk what they used lmao). once sanemi was free of blood, mitsuri helped him into the clothes and brought him to the spare bedroom, bundling him up in the blankets and pillows. she handed him tea, which was warm in his hands, and told him to sit tight.

as sanemi sipped at his tea, curling up on himself and occasionally resting his forehead against his knees, he heard bustling around the house. (mitsuri was likely cleaning things up—once sanemi got rid of this stupid cramp, he'd cook her some food as a thank you, and an apology). at one point, he put the now-empty cup aside, breathing slowly and deliberately. it helped, a bit, with the nausea, but he still felt a headache budding in the back of his head.

mitsuri joined sanemi, after a while, and when he looked up she was sat beside him, clad in more comfortable clothes than her previous uniform. she smiled as he peeked up from his arms, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "how do you feel?" she asked, petting his head.

"shitty," he huffed, pressing his cheek to his forearm so he could look at her. "how do you deal with this every time?"

she hummed softly, leaning back slightly and wrapping her arms around him. "they're not that bad, sometimes. also, moving around lots helps a bit! and since that's our job, it helps fight the pain," she mused, closing her eyes. "but if they're super bad, shinobu-san gives me something for it. oyakata-sama lets us do paperwork instead of active work, too, on the worst days."

"oh. fuck, i forgot about my missions," sanemi said bitterly, scrunching his nose up. "this better die down soon, or i'm going to hunt down kibutsuji and make him fuck off into the sun because i will not fight in this state."

"ne, lay down, sanemi," mitsuri decided, after a beat. sanemi looked up, arching an eyebrow, but reluctantly complied, toppling over onto the futon, arms still wrapped tightly around his legs.

mitsuri smiled at that, then coaxed him to relax, bringing his legs down. she pressed a hand to his abdomen, rubbing gently, until he was soothed into her touch, eyes fluttering shut. "better?" she asked, taking one of his hands into her free one and kissing between his fingers.

"bit," he agreed softly, and snuggled closer to her. "'m gonna try to sleep. don't stop that."

she laughed, but complied, continuing to rub circles over his stomach. she wondered if, whilst kyojuro had been training her, if he ever thought she'd use it to help get her boyfriend to sleep. either way, it worked, and mitsuri found herself cradling sanemi, whose breathing had steadied out and the pain that creased his forehead had smoothed out. she kissed the top of his head, bringing him closer and wrapping the blankets more snuggly around him. maybe later, if he wasn't better when he woke up, she could send a crow to shinobu for help. she made a mental note to take over his missions, seeing as how it'd be lovely if muzan was tossed into the sun but she wouldn't want sanemi to overexert himself in his state.