#and it really really gave me a needed boost so i truly thank you

[cornsarts]

I scroll through my tumblr day after day and I see a post pop up and I think hooray, it’s my favorite artist tumblr user cornsarts with another banging slapping ground shattering post

you need to know this.

WAAAAAAH!!!! SO NICE TO MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so so much for sending this, I am glad to know it :'^)

[theemporium]

May I order a smut-berry daquiri with number 9: “you should probably hold onto something” with james potter? ❤️ xoxo love your writing and congrats on 10k!!

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

9. “You should probably hold onto something.”

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“Atta girl, taking me so well.” 

You would have flushed under his praise if he didn’t sound so damn patronising as he said it, as he leaned over you and sunk his cock deep inside you whilst he whispered filthy things into your ear. 

It wasn’t often that James got wound up or pissed off, not like this. He was a cocky, confident, arrogant guy who was as kind and understanding as he was self-assured. He gave people the benefit of the doubt. He gave people second chances. He gave people the boost of encouragement they needed. 

It was hard to really, truly piss him off. 

But you had accidentally managed to achieve just that.

And now you were paying the consequences of James’ anger and jealousy, not that you could really complain. The boy had practically manhandled you onto the bed, ass up and face down and his cock making you see stars before you could even try to remember what the guy’s name was that pissed James off in the first place. 

“You’re made for me,” James growled in your ear, his thrusts emphasising each word as you continued to whine and moan beneath him. “My hands. My lips. My fucking cock. Isn’t that right, honey?” 

“Mhm,” you whined, all high-pitched and breathy as you grasped the sheets beneath you in tight fists. 

“You should probably hold onto something,” James muttered in your eas as he grasped your hands in his, as he shifted and moved them to grasp the rails of the headboard instead. “Just like that, baby. Gonna keep them there?” 

You nodded.

“Words,” he demanded, his hand smacking down on your ass as you whined beneath him.

“Yes, yes,” you breathed out, your cheek squished against the pillow beneath you. “Gonna keep my hands there. Promise.” 

“Good girl,” he cooed, soft and mocking but his words still made you whine in delight, your walls clenching around his cock. “Such a predictable slut, hm?” 

You bit down on your lower lip. 

“What did I say,” he hummed, smacking your ass again and watching the way your body shivered in pleasure at the slap. “I don’t want you hiding your noises now, okay?” 

“Okay,” you whispered.

“I want to make sure that little dick hears just how good I make you feel,” James groaned in your ear, his hands squeezing your hips as he began to thrust again. “I want everyone in this fucking castle to know what a needy slut you are for my cock and my cock only.”

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[boba-beom]

All your posts are making me like 🫠 I think I reblogged all three keke

I need to shout about this... In the Miracle tiktok where Taehyun is dancing while SoobKai film with ILLIT... I don't know if he's eating or chewing gum but it looks like he's chewing gum and why is it so attractive to me. Now I've combined this with basketball Taehyun, thinking how hot it would be to watch him doing a solo practice, shooting and doing dribbling drills while casually making conversation with you, chewing gum the whole time. Am I crazy? Maybe, because before now, I'd probably say gum is gross.

WAIT but now I'm imagining this scenario is the first time you hang out after he sees you fraternising with the enemy (Yeonjun) and he's trying to act like it doesn't bother him that you gave him your number, only that you were clapping for the wrong team OKAY stop me and my imagination 😅 I love Taehyun

and I love you, so glad to see you're still around 💕

CEE I love you too! and I'm happy to see you around also <3 you have no idea how much I've been giggling to myself from your tags hehe :> thank you for the rbs and reading your reactions were fun too 🤭 and you saying that I make sport-centric fics fun for you to read is truly a huge compliment to me omg, I always get nervous because I'm not 100% sure about what I'm writing most of the time, so thank you ilysm 🫶🏼

ALSO reading this made my jaw drop because you're literally onto something with that omg. I noticed that too during soogyu's tiktok with ILLIT— it's the way taehyun does it so nonchalantly with the subtle chewing and it is kinda hot. I used to find people who do that quite obnoxious lmao, but like I can't stand if they're really smacking their gum, ygm? ANYWAY—

jealous bsf!taehyun x gn!reader, dialogue heavy

okay so, the first time you and taehyun hang out after the game is a couple of days later. he'd agreed to hang out with you at the park since you both had checked the weather in advance; it was sunnier than usual. you both decided to meet each other at your regular spot and you're not surprised to find taehyun already there, sitting on the grass and on his phone. usually he'd notice you when you walk up behind him, but it was almost like he'd purposely ignored you and waiting until you had to announce that you were there.

"tyun?" you sit beside him slowly leaning in to give him a usual hug when you greet each other but he gave you a lazy side hug. damn. "been waiting long?"

"no."

that's all you get? he pockets his phone, palms against the grass as he leans back chewing his gum nonchalantly and looking at the busy field in front of you. there seems to be a group of high schoolers training for soccer.

"um, are we good?" you ask quietly, heart pounding in your chest and a little afraid for the first time in forever.

he hums, eyes focused on the ball being passed from player to player.

"yeah, why wouldn't we?" his voice monotone but knowing taehyun, that was normal. "how's yeonjun. are you guys like text buddies now or something?"

now that wasn't what you were expecting. well shit. taehyun's mad and you don't know if that's all he has to say about it.

"no, tyun. he didn't even call me so I don't even have his number. I'm assuming he's busy is all. I wasn't really expecting much." you nudge his shoulder playfully, craning your neck in attempt to be in his visual field, but to no avail, his vision doesn't budge. you sit back in your original position, also watching the ball from afar. "does it bother you?"

you best friend scoffs, apparently he finds something humorous that you possibly missed.

"it doesn't. why'd you even talk to that guy anyway, you know he just does that to boost his ego because he lost the game." taehyun finally turns his head to look at you and you look at him within a fraction of a second, eyes holding eye contact for the first time that day.

"I'm sure he had good intentions-"

"good intentions." taehyun scoffs again, almost chuckles after he repeats it again. "that guy never has good intentions, ___. and I thought you were there to support me, then I catch you clapping for his three pointer."

your stomach churns a little from the guilt. you didn't know he saw that. and what do you even say? you thought it was impressive? you had a feeling yeonjun shot that shot for you?

"don't even try and think of some lame ass excuse because you know damn well I can tell when you're not telling me the truth." his voice assertive but his gaze on you softens, wanting you to be comfortable with him like you usually are.

you let out a deep sigh.

"he looked at me before that moment and I assumed he did that to impress me..." your voice trails off, trying to look at taehyun through your peripheral, not wanting to look at him directly. "I don't know tyun, he seemed pretty genuine and he's kinda cute too."

after explaining as honestly as you could, the air was filled with a short silence between the both of you and distant shouting and birds flying by.

"I can be kinda cute too." taehyun grumbles under his breath and you swear it wasn't some sort of auditory hallucination. that is what you heard, right?

"hm?" you turn to him, tilting your head to the side waiting for him to hopefully repeat himself.

"why'd you want him when I've been here all this time." his rhetorical reply left you blinking a couple of times, processing what exactly he's inferring. "in short, you have me. and I have you."

your chest starts heaving slowly. taehyun, your best friend, really said that. his fingers gently caresses yours, also supporting your weight on the grass while you both lean back.

the train of thought in your discombobulated mind is disrupted by him calling your name, now in a softer tone.

"so, what do you say? I'm willing to risk this friendship and try something more with you, ___. if you let me."

his says his confession, almost as if he's been yearning for you to be his for a while, but is it wrong that you still can't stop thinking about yeonjun?

"taehyun," you sit upright, holding his hand in yours. "I'm going to be honest with you, but promise me don't get mad."

the hope in taehyuns eyes disappears, feeling his heart sink to his stomach ready for your rejection. he nods.

"I love you, and always have, but that's because you're my best friend. and at the moment, yeonjun left quite the impression on me so he's still on my mind, but there's nothing much that helps him in his favour."

"so what you're saying is?" your fingers interlock with his, your thumb rubbing the back of his.

"is that I'm willing to try this with you, because, unlike you," you tease, "I like to give people chances."

you prod at his side as he exhales and rolls his eyes playfully.

"I couldn't risk you being whisked away before I even made a move on you." taehyun defends himself the best he could.

"no but really, from time to time I have felt like I've loved you more than a friend. so that's why I want to try, but can we take it slow?"

"yeah, of course. I'll just have to push yeonjun out your thoughts first." his comment makes you laugh.

taehyun's singular dimpled smile returns and it's contagious, he has you smiling back at him too. you didn't realise when you two ended up sitting closer to each other to close the gap, but you took the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder.

"and you are kinda cute."

© BOBA-BEOM ; all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, alter or translate in any way or platform.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

I have been reading your work for years now (living for the CYOA updates, truly), and I just need you to know what an impact your Lily has had on me.

I've noticed in multiple of your fics (Shelf-Awareness, CYOA, AOOUC, etc), Lily is this high-achieving person who reaches what "success" should be in her career, only to realize she's really unhappy with her work/life balance. And then she chooses something that is less conventionally seen as "successful", but it makes her happier and she has the time to devote to her passions & her family & friends (and she's still so good at her new path!). And it's so obviously the right choice for her and she's still the same wonderful and witty person (read it and weep, Kit) despite having chosen a different career path.

I just need to tell you how much comfort that has brought me. I, too, was a "high-achiever," but my high aspiring career goals didn't work out the way I thought they would, primarily because I realized I just don't value working all the time. But I've had the hardest time shaking that feeling that I'm a failure or that I'm 'not enough' because I'm not living up to some imaginary potential that I gave myself. But then I read your fic, and I feel better knowing that someone like your Lily could choose to walk away from her law career and still be this character that I absolutely adore; I actually get so proud of her for making that choice when you write her making it. I read your fic and love your Lily and feel proud of her choices and then lambast myself for making a similar choice??? That makes no sense! I'm being Kit, but TO MYSELF. Genuinely, the number of times I've been in a spiral and found comfort in the idea that your Lily is still valuable and good and brilliant after walking away from "The" career... innumerable.

So. Thank you for writing her. Truly, from the bottom of my heart. Her journey in CYOA in particular has meant so much to me.

Hey, this response is not going to be nearly as long as you deserve but I wanted to let you know that I read this ask right after I'd finished crying because I was feeling so ill and super anxious about it, and it was the nicest boost I could have asked for. I am so so so glad to have done you some small bit of good with my writing and I remain flabbergasted that it's something I'm even able to do. I genuinely think it's a real shame that we rarelyl see narratives in popular media around a character being brave enough to walk away from the thing they worked so hard for once they realise that it's not what they wanted it to be. I think we're sold the "work hard and achieve and your dreams will come true" dream too often, and that a lot of people feel trapped in gilded cages of their own making. Lily felt like the perfect character to explore that with, and the fact that it means something to you that I wrote it makes me feel happy and fulfilled beyond belief. So thank you for sending this to me, it means more to me than I can properly express, and I hope that you're having a truly wonderful week.

[luigisblueoveralls]

luigi doing oral on fem!reader, please.

You got it!

A Blissful Mess

Luigi x Fem!Reader NSFW

Summary: Luigi decides to treat you to a blissful evening.

Notes: NSFW, Luigi performing oral, hardly any plot, just Luigi being the kind and worshipping boyfriend he is.

I'm sorry if this is trash I wrote this at like five in the morning and wanted to get it out I just hope it is good for you and I also put a little bit of dominant Luigi in here too cause why not I feel like he would be dominant just once in a blue moon.

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Ever since you woke up this morning, you were absolutely horny for Luigi. You wanted him, you craved him, you wanted him to do his magic but unfortunately, he had to go to work and so did you. He had promised to make it up to you for tonight and you were going to hold him to that promise. You were counting down the minutes that Luigi would be home and since he was going to treat you tonight, you decided to make him a warm and hearty dinner as a way to pack him back before he even treats you. You just prayed that Luigi would have a decent day and not a bad one because if he is in a bad mood, then you didn't want to force him to give you oral. It was eventually time for Luigi to be home and by the time you finished his dinner, he had walked in through the front door.

"Ooo what smells so good in here?" Luigi asks as he hangs up his hat, gloves and takes his shoes off.

"Some hearty and warm lasagna!" You answer, bringing Luigi's plate to the dining table with a ice cold light beer.

Tomorrow would be Luigi's day off so you knew the beer was an okay choice.

"Why thank you, (Y/N). You didn't have to do this." Luigi reassures you but you place a kiss on his forehead.

"Well of course I did. You worked all day and it's only fair." You reassure him back and he smiled in response.

"You're so good to me." He softly said.

Even though you were doing this cause you really wanted him to get you off, but it is also cause you care for him and love him so much. He truly was the best guy you have ever been with. The two of you sat down and ate the delicious dinner you made. It was so good, that you were impressed with yourself. Once finished, you got up and started cleaning up the kitchen when Luigi came up from behind you and held your hips. You can tell he was hesitating for he hasn't done anything like this before.

"Yes, Lui?"

You can tell he was blushing because of his silence and his hesitation in his movements.

"You can touch me. I don't mind." You suggestively tell him, trying to give him a confidence boost.

You felt Luigi grab you by your hips softly and bring your butt onto his crotch. He was hard.

"I want to give you what I promised you this morning. You're still...horny, right?" Luigi asks you, with a hint of flustering in his tone.

"I very much am. I have been waiting for you all day, Lui."

You could feel Luigi's erection get harder from you saying that. It turned you on so much.

"I'll clean up the kitchen, my love. You have done so much for me so let me treat you for the night." Luigi told you.

You dropped whatever you were doing, turned around, and gave Luigi a deep, passionate kiss. Luigi softly moaned into your mouth from your actions, sending waves of euphoria to your body. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of his mouth. Luigi didn't even fight back. He let you have your way with him. You could tell by the noises he was making, though, that he was enjoying every second of this. You then ran your fingers through his soft, short hair. It was greasy. He needed a shower, but it still felt so soft. You felt Luigi grab your shoulders, lead you to the couch, and make you sit down without breaking the kiss at all. Luigi pulled away and looked deeply into your eyes. You were ready.

"My lady," Luigi starts as he gets on his knees and spreads your legs apart, "do you still want this?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." You were practically begging for Luigi to pleasure you at this point.

Your clit was throbbing for him. You wanted him so badly. Luigi then starts to take your pants off. You weren't sure if he was doing it slow on purpose or not, but you were mentally screaming for him. Your pants were finally off, and all that was left was your underwear.

"Luigi, please." You sternly said.

"Please, what?" Luigi questioned you.

You were getting slightly irritated, but you also didn't want to irritate or piss Luigi off, so you took a deep breath in and then out to calm yourself.

“Please sir.” You utter as electricity runs through your body from wanting.

“Good girl, Y/N” Luigi says with a tiny hint of dominance as he kisses down your body, causing you to get wetter.

He looks up at you, beaming his blue eyes at you as he notices you getting wetter and you’re squirming.

“What’s wrong? Can't take it?" Luigi asks as he goes slow.

Oh, so he was being dominant for once? Interesting. You moan and bite your lip as your eyes meet his, you give him the fuck me eyes. Basically, you were nonverbally telling him to fuck you and get on with it. Luigi just smirked as his teeth tugged on your panties, his big blue eyes peering at you.

"Luigi, please." You were getting frustrated.

"What?" Luigi asked.

"I want you. Please." You begged.

Luigi's expression softened, going back to his usual self.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself." Luigi softly said as he grabbed your panties and pulled them off of your body, the cold air hitting your wet vagina.

You were that wet for him. Luigi then touched your wet core, sending chills down your spine. You moaned softly at his touch. He wasn't even doing anything to you, but just feeling his touch made you feel so good. Luigi then stuck one finger inside of you, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

"L-Lui." You moaned, wrapping your legs around his head.

You brought his face closer to your core, wanting him so badly at this point. Luigi didn't mind it at all. He just wanted to make sure you felt good. Luigi began moving his finger all around inside of you, hitting every little nerve. He knew what to do to make you nearly cry out in pleasure.

"Is this good?" Luigi asks you for your approval.

"Y-Yes. More, please."

"As you wish."

Luigi then stuck another finger inside of you, filling you up.

"O-Oh. Oh, Lui." You moan deeply at his action.

Luigi twists and turns his fingers all around you, feeling every inch inside of you. He was going slow, whether it be on purpose or not. It still felt so good to you. Luigi then curved his fingers and hit your good spot.

"Oh, Lui!" You shouted at what he did.

Silently, Luigi chuckled to himself. He just knew what to do to make you feel good, and he was always proud of himself. Luigi then starts to rub his fingers roughly against your spot, making you twitch aggressively. He wasn't worried about being too rough, albeit you were so wet already that he was using you as a lubricant.

"Don't stop, Luigi. Don't stop, please." You beg of him.

It felt so great, the best ever even.

"I won't. I promise, my love." Luigi says deeply in a very romantic and passionate way.

Suddenly, you felt Luigi's tongue lick your entire core, making you cry out.

"O-Oh! Yes! Please!"

The feeling of Luigi's fingers penetrating you as well as his tongue licking your core and clit nearly overwhelmed you, but it didn't. It all felt right. Luigi went faster with his finger and tongue, and you could feel a deep, warm feeling building inside of you.

"Are you getting close?" Luigi asks.

"Y-Yes. Please don't stop. Hmhmm." You moaned, which nearly made Luigi cream in his pants.

He himself was super hard, and he nearly couldn't help himself.

"My love, is it okay if I relief myself while still relieving you?" Luigi asks.

The thought of Luigi rubbing himself while rubbing you turned you on so much.

"Y-Yes. Yes, you can." You approved his ask.

Before shutting your eyes from pleasure, you see Luigi reach his free hand down his pants while he continues to pleasure you. Your orgasm was coming strong, and it caused you to shut your eyes from the deep pleasure you were feeling.

"Oh Lui, oh Luigi." You moaned, which made Luigi moan into your clit causing you to nearly scream.

You never imagined that this would be how your night ended, but you weren't complaining at all. Suddenly, you were on the edge of your orgasm. Luigi's fingers were getting a little sloppy but his intense work on your clit with his tongue didn't change at all. He was getting close, too.

"Make me cum, Luigi. Please." You deeply moaned, which drove Luigi crazy.

"A-Are you close?" Luigi moans.

"Yes. Are you?" You ask, seeing that his body was trembling.

"Y-Yeah." He moaned, but immediately continued what he was doing with you.

He wanted you to cum first, so he slowed down his hand movements on himself to make sure you did cum first. The warm feeling spread out to your legs and your core. It was coming fast. Super fast. Oh there it was.

"O-Oh!! Oh Luigi, oh Lui!" You screamed out, your orgasm hitting you hard with intense pleasure.

You gripped the couch cushion and Luigi's hair as your orgasm continued to radiate throughout your body. As you caught your breath, you heard Luigi scream out in moans as he finished himself. You screaming his name out as you cummed was all it took. Your legs were so numb as well as the lower half of your body thanks to Luigi. It felt that good. It was perhaps the best he had ever done. Luigi pulled away from you, and you could see some leakage on his mustache.

"Oh damn, sorry about that." You shyly apologized, not thinking you could ever do that.

"No, it's okay. I'm just glad that I was able to make you feel that good." Luigi smiles at you.

Luigi cleaned himself up, as well as his face, and gave you a big kiss.

"Should we finish upstairs?" You suggest.

Luigi's face grows red. No matter how many times y'all have done the deed, Luigi still gets very flustered at the thought of it.

"S-Sure thing. Anything you want." Luigi accepts your request.

The two of you hurried upstairs and entered into a night full of bliss and love as well as for a possible noise complaint.

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I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for it being so late I had a busy week as well as a busy weekend but I hope you enjoy it!!

[azrielgreen]

hi lovely! i just wanted to take a moment to tell you that prism (as well as the rest of your work of course) means SO much to me. i am so thankful that you and brooke brought this story to life and that you’re going to be continuing it. it is, in some weird way, my comfort series.

as a survivor of some (at least similar) situations that are included in prism, the way you explore these traumatic situations truly does justice to the themes in my eyes. obviously i don’t speak for all survivors, probably not even most, but i honestly think that you have handled the darker side of humanity in such an awe-inspiring way. you inspire me to write in general, but especially about these darker themes.

i fear that i wouldn’t be able to do justice to these themes and scenarios as you do. i know a lot of criticism of these kinds of stories is that they seem to “glorify” some of these heinous actions, and that’s an extremely difficult path to navigate. i have these strong urges to write about topics that i’ve experienced in my life, but i struggle to get the words written while being so focused on doing it respectfully and tastefully.

obviously you don’t have to share anything you don’t want to, but is there something that helps you to write about these topics while still making survivors feel seen and respected? or anything you try to focus on in order to not be so completely zeroed in on doing these themes, topics, and scenarios - not to mention the survivors of them - justice?

Well firstly thank you SO so much!! To inspire anyone to write is an absolutely beautiful thing and it always makes me so happy! This is a wonderfully generous and very kind message.

I think writing about such brutal, traumatic and flat out dark topics can be an extremely fine line to walk especially in terms of not wanting to be seen "glorifying" anything. With Prism, we said from the start we intended to post a Warning Wall and be as in depth as humanly possible with the content warnings. This actually gave us both a fair amount of confidence to write and post without worrying every step of the way about bad faith interpretations. Because the story is SO heavily warned (probably over-warned) we felt we had done our part in giving people the information required for them to make their own choice about reading it. This was really important to us both.

But to answer your question more specifically, and speaking only for myself here, I think when it comes to writing traumatic themes and exploring them I really do follow my feelings. The first draft I write completely in my feelings and nothing else. It's always very raw, often painful and a total mess. In edits, I sharpen it up technically but I always stay true to the core feeling that drove the scene and never deviate or allow fear of criticism/bad faith interpretations to sway me into middling the intensity or god forbid, pussying out and adding a PG-13 layer of moral bias, I.e "Eddie knows it's wrong, but..."

If I'm writing a morally grey (let's be honest jet black) character, there's no point spending half my time pleading with people to see the shades of white. Go all in, commit and follow your feelings, always.

I do however have a critical process for checking all sides of complex scenes, especially rape scenes. I will always write it in the feelings, but I'll read and reread it many times, examining it from many angles, seeking out my own bias. It's very tricky and I probably can't explain it fully, I'd need to use a scene as an example to demonstrate, but suffice to say I analyse traumatic scenes from many angles and really do always try my best.

I do think detailed warnings are an excellent confidence boost for anyone writing a dark story, as is the disclaimer "Depiction is never endorsement". I've seen a lot of younger/newer writers fall over themselves to try and reassure readers of this but they end up doing so IN the narrative/story. You should always write whatever you want and let it speak to those who care to hear it.

Other elements that contribute include letting the story go long, exploring multifaceted elements, facing the "mess" head on rather than fading to black and not being afraid to add details. It's often the details that really give gravity and grounding to a traumatic experience. My own tendency to anthropomorphise as a coping mechanism is something I use a lot in trauma exploration of characters. When we see tiny shards of ourselves reflected in fictional characters, our empathy is triggered, and it is empathy that gives way to good faith readings of extremely difficult subject matter, so I believe. This is very much how we wrote Steve and the abuse he suffers. One thing I've noticed that so many people comment on is the time Little Steve braided the candy bar wrapper to hide it from his Mother. This being an experience of my own, I thought it was fairly niche and likely to go unnoticed but so many people seem to have empathic resonance with it and just that one small detail gives depth, meaning and effortless backstory. I've always found that to be so incredible, how much the little things matter to readers. But of course that's part of why we all love fanfic so much, i think.

Anyway, sorry to have rambled on! Your ask really means a lot to me. Thank you so much again.

~Az

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[supervillain-smut]

Hi, this is the same request I initially took to rains-rambles, and they were having a bit of trouble with the request and they said to take this to you, so my request is Stefano Valentini who is insecure about his looks, but the reader gives him a confidence boost via body worshiping him before they make love, because he deserves a lot of love!

Hello! I'm so glad you took this request to me, and I'm more than happy to write it! Stefano, despite his... ahem... art process, deserves all the love and affection! Enjoy the tooth-rotting fluff and the smut!

Stefano was cold and wet from the rain, had been harassed by his colleagues about his eye, all jokes at his expense, and all he wanted was to be loved. Thankfully, he was already on his way home to the one person that could help with that. You greeted him at the door chipper, until you noticed his demeanor.

"Get all of that off, go in the bathroom, and put on a robe. Trust me."

You took off in a hurry leaving Stefano touch-starved and somewhat confused, but he did it anyways, dragging himself into the bathroom upstairs and shedding everything, climbing into his favorite fluffy purple robe. It was helping, sure, but he wanted to be in your arms more than anything. A knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Here, fresh out of the dryer. Nice and warm for you." You spoke softer now. He opened the door, but before he got it open all the way you handed him his pajamas and took off downstairs. With a weary sigh, he got dressed. God, it was nice to have warm clothes, but it still wasn't what he needed.

He waited on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, thinking you might come back, mildly confused now, and when you didn't return he brought himself downstairs to find you at the stove working on something. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead on your shoulder, sighing deeply.

"Hello, dear, I love you, but I need you to let go of me, I have hot cups of tea to bring to the table for us." He released you hesitantly and watched dejectedly as you walked away from him, returning his expression to mere tiredness as you turned expectantly toward him. He sat at the table with his tea in front of him, and you hadn't noticed anything was off besides the poor state he was in until you noticed he was staring into his tea with sadness in his eye.

"Stefano, what's wrong? Is there something else I can do? I can run you a bath if you'd--"

"No, no, nothing's... You've done enough, truly. I appreciate it, I do. Thank you." "... There's something else bothering you." "Eh, a few coworkers thought it'd be funny to point out the obvious, and it didn't really bother me, but..." "But?" "But... I really just want to cuddle. I love this, I do, trust me bella, but all I really want to do is just lay on the couch, or the bed with you. I was warm and cheered up by the time you handed me my clothes from the dryer." You nodded in understanding.

"Alright. Forget the tea, then. Let's just go upstairs and lie down."

He smiled weakly at you and got up, following you into the bedroom, sliding under the covers and laying atop you as you stroked his face, kissed the scars around his eye, rubbed his back, and played with his hair. He breathed a deep sigh and felt completely relaxed and happy.

A little too relaxed, it would seem, as he hadn't noticed anything else until he shifted upwards to tuck his head under your chin and realized he was at half-mast. He stifled a groan from the friction moving against your thigh gave, and chose not to say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment because his body didn't want to behave and craved more. You began to kiss the top of his head and his face, before you pulled him up further towards you to kiss him properly on the mouth, feeling his member poke your thigh this time.

"Mmm, Stefano, something you want to tell me?" You crooned at him, rubbing your thigh against him as he groaned. "I hadn't planned on it, but if you're in the mood..." He looked at you with a half-lidded eye blown wide with lust. "Sure. But I have an idea. You trust me?" "Always. Lead." Stefano smiled at you, even as you swapped places with him. You kissed him deeply and he sighed as he caressed your face with the back of his hand, bringing it to the back of your neck.

You broke apart and began kissing his damaged eye, behind his ear, down his neck until you had to undo one of the buttons of his pajamas, Stefano now more awake and giddy with anticipation of what you were planning. "You're beautiful. You're smart. You're talented. And you're mine." You kissed down his chest and abdomen, unbuttoning as you went before Stefano finally caught on, sitting up and removing the shirt altogether, tossing it to the side of the bed, and leaning his head back.

You began to run your hands up and down his sides as you left kisses and light nips to his torso, before one drifted downwards to palm at his rock-hard member, Stefano moaning aloud with his head leaned back, looking down at you through his eyelashes. You had reached his happy trail with your kisses and held eye contact as you pulled his waistband down far enough to let his cock spring free.

Stefano groaned as he realized your intent, gasping as you began lapping at his head. His hand wound its way into your hair as you took his head in your mouth, tonguing the slit, making him moan. "Fuck, that feels good... Further. Please." He begged, sighing as you obliged and took him further into your mouth. You slowly but surely worked all of him into your mouth, and set a steady pace, bobbing your head and grabbing at his thighs as they shook.

"Fuck, amore mio, I'm-- ugh, I'm getting close... I-If you want me to fuck you, you... Oooh... Have to... Have to stop!" Stefano groaned, his pitch rising as he spoke. You shook your head and continued, picking up the pace. Stefano let out a broken moan as he came, body lightly convulsing. He panted as he came down from his high, and you crawled back up to him to give him a kiss before you got up to grab a towel to clean him up with, being gentle with his oversensitive member before pulling his joggers back up and cuddling into his side. He immediately wrapped his arm around you, pulling you further into him as he kissed the top of your head and you ran your hand over his chest and torso affectionately.

"I love you. So, so much. I would burn the world to the ground if anything ever took you away from me. You've no idea how much I long to come home to you every day. It's practically all I think about when there's nothing left to do."

"I love you too, Stefano. I miss you every minute you're not with me. I'd do anything if you asked it." "I know you would. I know."

[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Warming Up Freezy

Word Count:  1.2k

Warnings:  mentions of smut/edging, sexual interactions, slight angst.

“God damn it, Steve, talk to her.”

“You weren’t there, Buck!” Steve growled at his partner, “you didn’t see what she was doing with him.  She-“

“She’s been waiting on you to talk to her, that’s why,” Bucky grumbled, clearly angry that Steve was taking his time, “she’s been waiting on you to talk to her for two weeks and you haven’t so much as looked in her direction since the day we came back with the groceries.  I told you two fucking weeks ago to talk to her and you said that you would.  But all you’ve done is pussyfoot around!”

“HOW CAN I TALK TO HER?” Steve yelled in his boyfriend’s face.  Bucky’s jaw clenched in anger and Steve turned away from him,  “Every time I try she’s taking on another guy…how do you really know she wants to be with us, huh?  What makes you think she isn’t taking every cock she can to boost herself?”

Steve’s own jaw twitched as he looked away from his partner, but Bucky grabbed his arm, “hey…don’t act like that with me, punk.  She’s not letting us pay her way on her room, so what did you think she was going to do?”

“I didn’t think she’d go to him!”

“HE’S ONE OF HER REGULARS!”

Steve stood awkwardly at her door.

He knew that he had promised Bucky that he would talk to Bunny, and he fully intended on keeping his word.  He’d watched her most of the night at the bar with Dolly.  Watched how she interacted with the other girls. 

They truly did respect her. 

And the longer he watched, the more his heart fluttered.  The more that he felt like the insecure man he was before the serum; hopefully waiting for a dame to notice him.

That was, until he was pulled aside by one of the guys, wanting to discuss sponsoring a girl.  By the time he’d looked back to the bar, she was gone.  And Dolly had said that one of the other guys took her upstairs. 

So, with a clenched jaw he made his way up. 

And he stood there. 

Listening to it all.

He could hear the soft moans from behind it. 

He could hear the grunts of whatever man was pumping himself inside of his dream girl.

And he was livid.

He’d been working up the courage to talk to her about the chance of a relationship since the day Bucky first approached it with her.  But there was something about her that kept him from talking to her. 

She wasn’t intimidating.

At least, that’s what he tried to convince himself of.

But she did have his nerves on edge. 

He felt like he couldn’t speak when he was around her. 

He felt like she’d managed to know him without ever actually having to speak to him, and that set him on edge. 

And for most of the past few hours he’d been standing outside of her door, trying to build up the courage to knock on it, he’d heard a crescendo of sexual acts, leading up to quite a few orgasms from the man behind the door, but none from the woman he had eyes for. 

“Just do it, Steve…you can-you can do it…”

“Captain Rogers?” Steve cursed at himself, and turned, seeing a nervous looking Angel standing just across the hall, “What are you doing out here?”

“Shit…” he muttered, “I uh-“

“Bunny…” she trailed off, “you’re looking for her?”

“Yeah…”

“Sounds like she’s with someone,” she said quickly, her eyes trailing back to Bunny’s door and the noises coming from it, “is she-“

“she’s not mine!” he said quickly, “I just-I-“

“You want her to be?” she asked.  He nodded, suddenly feeling bashful as he spoke openly with one of the women he felt he could be vulnerable with.  Angel gave him a sympathetic frown, “you like her…don’t you, Steve?”

“Yes…”

“Sounds like Pronge…if you don’t interrupt them, he’ll keep her tied to the bed and edge her until morning while he gets off more times than a-“

“I got it…I don’t need any more of the mental imagery than I already have, Angel,” he groaned, cutting her off.  He held up a hand to show that he’d heard enough of her confirmation of the man behind the door, “th-thanks Ang…”

“Good luck..” she smirked, closing the door leaving Steve in the hallway once again, alone with his own thoughts. 

Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door. 

The squeaking from the bed didn’t stop, so he knocked again.

“FUCK OFF!”

“This is Captain Steve Rogers,” Steve said firmly, attempting to keep it together, “open the door!”

The noise from behind the door stopped momentarily, and he heard a few curse words being thrown around before the lock clicked on the door and it opened.  Steve frowned as he saw Robert Pronge standing there in all his glory. 

Over his shoulder he could see Bunny blindfolded and tied to the bed.  She was covered in sweat, and dildos had been shoved in both of her holes.  Steve’s jaw clenched as he noticed other assorted toys on the bed, as well as some light whips and floggers around the bed’s foot. 

“Can I help you, Captain Rogers?”

Steve’s jaw tilted up as he turned his attention back to Pronge, and he tried to keep a straight face, “noise complaint.”

Pronge chuckled and leaned against the door’s frame, “this is a whorehouse, el capitan…it’s bound to be noisy…”

“Beyond soundproof walls?” Steve asked, pressing what authority he had in his voice into the conversation as he tried to ignore the fucked out woman on the bed.

And then Pronge stepped in his line of vision, blocking Steve’s view of his little bunny, “is there something else I can help you with, Captain?”

“That’s all,” Steve lied, “just keep it down, Pronge…”

Steve’s jaw twitched once more as he glared at his boyfriend, “every time I’ve tried to talk to her, Buck…every single time…”

“Well, she’s downstairs bartending tonight…go talk to her…” Bucky mumbled, clearly more agitated than normal. 

“She was supposed to be bartending the other night too…”

“It’s not my fault,” Bucky grumbled, “she knows that I’ve been covering her expenses, so she keeps a private room…and she doesn’t like that I’m eating that expense even though I told her it’s okay.”

Steve felt the tension in the room rising the more agitated his boyfriend became.  He walked over to him, “hey….”

“Don’t give me those eyes,” Bucky grumbled once more as he shook his head, “I’m this close to holding out on you until you speak to her.”

“You really gonna keep that perfect ass away from me?” Steve asked, sadness tinging his voice as he leaned against Bucky’s frame, his already hardening erection poking into his side as he licked a thick strip up his boyfriend’s neck, “I know how needy you are, punk…you wanna fuck right now…dirty, sensua-“

“Yeah, well she’s meant to be with us too and it’s not fair to any of us, so stop trying to tide me over with your dick, Steve,” Bucky spat at his boyfriend, slapping his hands away, “go talk to her.  Tonight!  Until then my ass is off limits to you.  If you don’t talk to her soon, I’m going back to fucking Dolly again!”

[imaginespazzi]

GH Chapter 6 babyyyyy. Oooh girl, I needed this fluff! Feeling a little down in the dumps as our embryo transfer failed, and honestly this perked me up! No worries though I am remaining positive as we have a few more frozen embryos so we shall try again :) But truly reading this chapter yesterday gave me such a boost! Thank you :) REACTIONS - My only negative feedback/correction is that it is indeed, as easy for a literal child to buy alcohol in eastern Europe as it is to buy coke 😂😂😂 wild place. - The whole sequence of them in the gazebo, P bringing up the date, the angst, anticipation, butterflies brought me back to being 15. Which is a huge feat because girl, it was a while ago lol - "She does none of the above. Instead Azzi kisses Paige back." Oh thank the lord above Azzi Fudd LET YOUR LOINS LEAD YOU and chill a bit - Their hearts talking to each other. What a beautiful depiction of what it would feel like to be kissing your person again after all this time. Although I am firmly in the camp of them having had some sort of physical/sexual interaction either during Ps marriage or after her divorce teehee - “I- I broke your heart. I broke us. How could you possibly want that again. How could you possibly want me again?” AZZI does she have to spell it out in sky writing? She loves you and will always love you and will always want you. Forever. One step forward two steps back with this one eh - "Take it slow and see where it goes and maybe we’ll- maybe we’ll be even better this time.” See Paige is wise. Our dumb blonde is not so dumb when it comes to MATTERS OF THE HEART. And Vagina. - THE RULES. You been spending too much time w/ @pb524830 haha. Hopefully you don't EDGE US TO DEATH like a certain someone did for the first part of PnP. - I wanna know did they like sit down and have a formal conversation about what the rules are? Also what is within the kissing boundary lol Tongue? Little boob squeeze? Giving themselves blue-clits over here. Better buy batteries for their vibrators at Costco prob going through a couple double-As every 3 days. - But in all honestly the thought of them making out on Azzis couch after Stephie is in bed, then having to separate and have Paige go back to her house at the end of the night is very high school and precious and cute. - Ok girl you know the car seat thing was the highlight for me. You put a big smile on my face by including that I LOVED IT. And its pu-ple!!!! cute cute cute cute - “You look really happy today sweetheart,” Tim says softly. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 - Dying at the contrast of Stephie thinking the sun shines out of P's ass and she is the moral and Christ-like center of the universe while Jon and Jose are like um no this bitch is a menace you don't even know - Awwww are the 3 of them gonna sleep in a queen sized bed w/ Stephie in the middle. I can't. Lil family - “you won’t- you won’t run away again tomorrow morning will you?” make me cry again why don't you - I think hearing EVERYONE around her calling P 'Paige' has gotta switch up Stephies name for her at some point. Maybe hearing Drew call her Paigey will influence her? Overall this was such delicious fluff and perfect whisps of angst. Made my day- my week! Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Am I terrified for whats to come? YUP! But hopefully you can preserve our hearts a little bit by keeping up some tender fluff throughout 😭 <3 🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼

Aww bby sending you so much virtual love and hugs. I'm glad this chapter cheered you up and I'm manifesting so hard for it to work next time <3

LMAO I did actually think of this but then was like when would Paige have time to just walk around Minsk and find alcohol lol?

That whole scene is veryy vaguely inspired by my own first kiss so it was actually pretty easy to write and I just channeled my inner 15 year old (been a while for me too) into it

NOT THE LOINS LMAO I had a feeling you'd appreciate the "plot twist"

Azzi's just an overthinker BUT SHE'S WORKING ON IT! In the meantime I guess blondie has custody of their one shared braincell.

LMAO I don't think anyone will ever get to the level of edging that @pb524830 did like she's simply just the queen of sexual tension and making us suffer.

THE CAR SEAT SCENE REALLY WAS FOR YOU SO I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT

I'm so attached to Miss Buecks like I lowkey don't want to have Stephie call her anything else and I can't think of any other original nickname that only Stephie would call her.

[creampuffqueen]

I saw that post you reblogged about being open to followers asking about your fanfics, so I'm going to take you up on that. I wanted to ask if you have a favorite among the works you did for the Yangvik Week, but maybe that would be too unfair. So my question is: can you tell us what you, the author, like about each of those works specifically, or if you have a favorite line from them? (Bonus: was there a challenging part?) It's always so interesting to hear a writer be meta about their process! Thank you 🩵

Ahhh thank you so much for asking!!! You’re right, choosing a favorite would be very difficult and would probably end in like. A 3 or 4 way tie lol. But i would absolutely love to share my thoughts on my fics and some of the behind-the-scenes things about writing them!!

Gonna go ahead and put this under a cut because i have zero doubt it will get very long haha. Read on for even more yangvik ramblings :) 

Cover Story: 

The part about this fic that was the most fun to write and the part that was the most difficult to write happened to be the same thing - figuring out their secret mission. I truly have to give my props to f.c yee here; writing spy missions is not as easy at it seems! I had to figure out a realistic way to get Yangchen and Kavik alone in a room together, AND in a situation where their only way out was to kiss, without it feeling too contrived. Which meant I was having to think of backups for my backups. A lot of “okay, here’s a way they could get out - how can I make that way impossible?” I truly am quite proud of how it all turned out in the end!

Another favorite part was undoubtedly writing Kavik being absolutely head over heels the entire time. It was the first time I’d written from his perspective, and his head is quite fun to be in. His pining definitely created a few of my favorite lines from this one, such as “In this room full of beautiful things, she’s still the most captivating.” Or “The glow from the fire makes her gray eyes look like molten pools of silver. For a moment, Kavik nearly forgets where he is.”

Also, this entire interaction: ““I think we’re a bit past caring about how I feel about a plan; tell me what it is.”

“You need to kiss me.”

“What?!””

I made myself absolutely cackle with delight when I wrote it. It was so fun.

And then I’ve already shared in another post how I ended up entirely rewriting the entire kiss scene. It just wasn’t hitting in the way I wanted, and I’m much, much happier with how it turned out when I wrote it the second time.

I’ve also particularly enjoyed seeing peoples’ interpretations of this one! Some people think that Yangchen is totally oblivious to how hard Kavik is crushing, while others think she totally knows but is pretending not to. I won’t give an answer as to which is correct, because I think it adds a lot more to be ambiguous enough that it could go either way!

i can’t read your mind (though i’m trying all the time):

Little warning here because this fic is nsfw, so if you’re not comfortable with that topic of discussion feel free to hop ahead to the next section!

I think of all the fics i wrote for yangvik week, this one was the most challenging. I came up with the premise for this fic (yangvik bathtub sex) well before yangvik week, but planning out my fics for the event gave me the motivation to actually Write It. But even after decided I wanted to write it, I spent a lot of time waffling around with it, not totally sure how I wanted to take it. Add in at the time I was really struggling with my self confidence as a writer, and that led to me just being generally unhappy with the whole thing. 

What ended up happening was that I put it on the back burner for a bit, wrote some of my other fics for the event, and then came back to it. Having finished some other fics gave me the little boost I needed to push past the corner I’d stuck myself in (what felt like at the time endless dialogue) and finally write the whole thing. 

Random side tangent: i did not write my yangvik week fics in order lol. It ended up being Day 1-4-2-3-5-6

Anyway. Favorite bits? Quite a few haha

“Yangchen’s eyes don’t leave his, stormy gray meeting ocean blue. Kavik would drown in them if she’d let him.” <- I posted this one as a snippet but I still just love it so much. They’re so utterly whipped for each other it’s crazy.

““Kavik, I’m tired,” Yangchen breathes.

His lips still. “Do you want me to stop?”

A pause. Then, slowly, she drags their joined hands upwards until one of his palms is cupping her breast, showing him where she wants to be touched.

“No. Don’t stop.””

^ I had been planning out this specific bit pretty much since I got the idea for this fic. So I’d been hanging onto this for a few months. Finally getting to write it down was so incredibly satisfying. I HAVE to write my scenes in chronological order. Sometimes if I have ideas for single lines or specific words I want to use I’ll write them down just so I remember, but if it’s an entire exchange like this I force myself to wait for it.

I originally intended to write this fic going at an even slower pace, which looking back now is kinda crazy haha. It’s already got quite a slow buildup. But when I was writing I came to the conclusion that things needed to heat up at least a little bit, hence all the heavy making out that happens. 

“Seated above him, Yangchen has to look downwards in order to connect their gazes. A queen sitting on her throne.” <- I was very proud of this line and the imagery it evokes, and I was very glad to hear that others felt the same! I had several people point out just how much they liked this part, and it’s always very gratifying as a writer to hear that a scene created the feelings you were going for.

The premise of this fic is basically Yangchen going “I want that man on his knees and whimpering” and Kavik going “yes ma’am”

Another random fun fact: it’s a blink and you’ll miss it kinda mention, but the thing that brings them both over the edge during this is making eye contact with each other ;) 

And last but not least, I find it very funny that this fic is the most popular of my yangvik week fics, at least according to the stats on ao3. It has by far the most comments, kudos, and hits. By a long shot. 

Oh my god, you guys are so horny!!! (says the horny bitch who wrote the fic)

Anywayyyyyyy

i’m glad i get forever to see where you went:

So, although this fic was certainly the one with the darkest topic, I think I enjoyed writing it the most. It was an extremely cathartic write, and while I was writing it the words just seemed to flow nonstop. The whole fic came so easily to me, and with very little prior planning. Part of it might be that it was a very different writing style than what I usually use, with it being a more broad overview of an ongoing situation rather than one specific point in time. I really enjoy fics written in that style, and I was very excited to finally create one of my own!

Now for some random notes about the content of the fic itself. I don’t think I mentioned this in the end notes of the fic itself, but there is a reason that Yangchen and Kavik are living near the Eastern temple rather than the Western. In some random, older A:TLA media, it was said that Yangchen retired to the Eastern Air Temple, and she spent her last few years living in a hermitage near the temple. I suppose that narratively it makes more sense for her to live in the west, but I decided to go with it to sort of keep it ‘canon compliant’. I wonder if that will ever get retconned now that we have more content about Yangchen.

But I digress. A part I really enjoyed about this fic was being able to intersperse all the heavy moments with little tidbits that show just how much these two love each other. Even aside from the big, grand, devotion that they show, I also liked showing that they still flirt, they still banter, they still cuddle and watch the sunset together. Just casual moments of a long-time love. 

“Life continues on, though. The endless wheel of time won’t stop turning, even for the most powerful being in the world.” <- Very proud of this line. It just came to me right in the moment and it felt so perfect. 

“Perhaps a part of him is just hoping they’ll adjust. She’s still Yangchen, whip-smart and compassionate and always ready with a quick remark. She’s still every bit the woman he fell in love with, just a bit more forgetful these days. They’ll get through it, surely.” <- Again, very proud of this part. It accomplished several things I wanted to convey: showing the passage of time, as this isn’t something that just happens overnight. It’s a slow, progressive thing. Also adding in some more slightly positive views of Yangchen, as I’d just put her through a whole lot in the previous scenes and felt I needed to add a reminder that despite it all, she’s still Yangchen. And lastly, also adding in Kavik’s sense of desperation that things get better. Or, at least, that things don’t get any worse.

“He loves her, though. The world is always changing, and nothing is ever constant. The deepest truth that he knows in his life is this: He loves Yangchen with everything he has, for everything she is.

He loves her. He squeezes her hand while she sleeps, finally at peace for a change, and hopes that it’s enough.”

^ Yet another part I love. I just really loved my writing in this whole fic. I don’t really have much to add but I just had to put it here because I love it so so much.

Now, for the final scene. I was considering having this not be the last scene. I was going to make it worse. I had a few ideas, all incredibly angsty. Something like Yangchen getting hurt (working ideas were her leaving the fire on and forgetting about it or getting into a situation where she needed to bend a certain element but forgetting she could bend it) or her actually forgetting Kavik’s name for little bit. But in the end it didn’t feel right for the direction I wanted to take this. I wasn’t writing angst for angst’s sake. I didn’t want to end the fic on such a bitter note, on a feeling that all was lost for good. There needed to be some hope still left. Which is why I ended up going the direction I did with it. 

I was veryyyyyy proud of myself for the total genius moment I had in the final scene. Namely, Yangchen starting to return to herself when Kavik hands her the glider. It’s very subtle because in these kind of situations, it’s not like the person comes back to the present all at once. It’s very gradual. But, if you read closely, Yangchen begins to calm down when she gets the glider. Both because it’s something familiar and personal, and because it’s meant to mirror the scene in Legacy where Kavik originally hands her back her glider. Now, in order for this to happen, I had to backtrack very far to get this moment. Like; okay, Kavik hands Yangchen the staff and it helps. Why does he bring the staff with him? Oh, what if he’s using it as a cane! But wait, I never wrote him as needing a cane in previous scenes. Ah, he gets out of bed too fast and pinches a nerve in his back! (sorry Kavik).

And last but not least, the final scene, where Yangchen finally admits out loud how scared she is and she and Kavik both cry, probably has to be my favorite scene of this entire fic. Possibly one of my favorite scenes that I’ve ever written. It was so incredibly cathartic to write. I’m being completely truthful when I say I teared up while writing it. Yes, it was incredibly devastating, but very beautiful in its own way. It was just the culmination and release of all the heartbreak earlier in the fic, and gave way to the wonderful moment of Kavik promising to always be there for her, whether she remembers him or not, which is everything she needs to hear in that moment. I just really love it.

Breakfast and a Braid:

This one was pretty short and sweet so there isn’t a whole lot to say about it writing wise haha. I think the biggest challenge was getting them to the point where Kavik could talk about what he was doing while braiding her hair without the situation feeling too forced or awkward. I think I ended up doing okay, though!

Also while writing this and looking through the fic I realized that I mentioned the gong of Jonduri… the gong is in Taku. *facepalm* I’m gonna have to go fix that at some point. Whoops. 

When Yangchen says that she doesn’t remember breakfast being delivered, it’s meant to imply that she was sleeptalking again, the way she did to Boma at the beginning of Legacy. And I’m not sure why but I enjoy the way I wrote her waking up at the start of the fic. I think it’s just some funny imagery, of her startling awake and throwing her papers everywhere.

Another thing about the writing process of this one is that the part that goes “Tangles removed, Kavik draws his hands smoothly through her thick tresses. Yangchen nearly arches into his hand, like a cat-goose getting its back scratched. If she could purr she’d probably be doing it.” actually had a duplicate paragraph written a few paragraphs before it. I’m very glad I read through this one again, because that would have been awkward lol. I ended up liking the second use of it more, so I rewrote the paragraph earlier in the fic so I could keep it in this spot. Still not totally sure how I basically managed to copy an entire paragraph without realizing it!

“Still, she can’t resist reaching behind her to grab at his collar, dragging Kavik towards her for a proper kiss. He puts up no resistance, grinning softly as Yangchen presses their lips together.” <- and of course, writing kisses is one of my favorite things, so it’s no surprise that it’s one of my favorite lines in this fic :) 

Something Nice:

Not entirely sure why, but of the 6 fics that i posted for yangvik week, this is probably my least favorite 😭😭. Again, no idea why. Like i can’t even pinpoint what i don’t like about it, but whenever i compare it to the others i wrote i just feel. Kinda ‘eh’ about it.

I am however still patting myself on the back for the bit about the wool on the kuspuk being from Nujian’s older sister. I very clearly remember having this complete enigma while planning it out and being like ‘YES ITS PERFECT IM A GENIUS!!!’. So that’s definitely a positive.

Other positives include writing some team Yangchen shenanigans. I really love Yangchen’s team avatar in the books, and so whenever i can i try and include them in my writing, even if it’s just a little mention. But being able to include full on conversations in this fic was very fun.

Although I don’t feel completely satisfied with how this fic turned out (again, for reasons I’m honestly not quite sure of) I do still have a favorite line. That being “Even after she calms, a small part of her wants to stay there forever, held in the little bubble of Kavik’s embrace, safe from the needs of the world.”. I just loved showing how safe Yangchen feels when she’s with Kavik, and how she can just be herself around him. 

The other part i really enjoyed writing with this one was the PINING. Oh the pining. It’s always so delicious. And then the moment at the end where Jujinta interrupts them hehe. I’m definitely a sucker for the ‘moment interrupted’ trope… which i’m now realizing might be a bit obvious considering my other works… oh… oh dear…

darlin’, oh, you see i’ve never felt this way before:

Almost all of my writing is very ‘flying by the seat of my pants’ style as I very rarely go into anything with a concrete plan, but this one was EXTRA off the top of my head. I had a vague idea and a vibe to go off of when I started writing, and I’m pretty pleased with the results!

A few highlights of writing this include: contriving ways to get Kavik shirtless, letting the air nomads be the thirsty mouthpiece of the fandom, and pretending I’m back in middle school and turning absolutely everything into a ‘that’s what she said’ joke

I included this fun fact in the notes on the ao3 version but if you only read it on tumblr you might have missed it! When Kavik is playing the string game with the kids and he makes a shape called ‘the polecat-wolverine’ it is for multiple reasons. 1. ‘The wolverine’ is an actual shape that can be made during the real life string game that Inuit and other Indigenous groups play, and 2. The name ‘Kavik’ means wolverine! He was showing the kiddos how to make his name :) 

I also loved getting to include some more air nomad culture in my writing. The ‘holy day’ they are celebrating is completely made up, but loosely inspired by the Thai Buddhist festival of Songkran. As well, the nature of many of the conversations in this fic led me to basically do a deep dive into how i think the 4 nations view sex, desire, sexuality, etc. Which then led me to retroactively go in to throw in some demisexual Yangchen vibes, which is my personal headcanon of her sexuality.

I think the biggest challenges in writing this fic were, first of all, having little more than a vibe as my concept, and then also figuring out how to spin the ‘jealousy’ prompt into a way that I liked. I very much wanted to stay away from the usual interpretation of jealousy, as I simply don’t think it fits Yangchen and Kavik’s relationship with each other. So I did my best to show that Yangchen isn’t jealous of the other nuns because they’re ‘trying to steal her man’ or that she’s jealous and thinks Kavik will like another girl more than her or anything like that. She’s jealous because she already has to share so much of herself with the world, and doesn’t want to share what she has with Kavik as well. She isn’t at all threatened by other women appreciating his good looks, but she gets very bothered when the conversation starts veering towards more personal things about him. Hence why she stops the teenagers’ conversation when one of them mentions his ‘dreamy eyes’ when the other two had previously been saying far more suggestive things.   

Yet another challenging part of this write was when I decided I wanted to go down the love confession route. I wanted to make it clear that it WAS a love declaration, but without an ‘I love you’. Again, I feel very strongly that Yangchen and Kavik never fully define their relationship. It just… is. So it was a fun challenge to try and write something akin to a confession/declaration without going the typical route. I did consider having them say the Big L Word, but I couldn’t manage to fit it in where I mentioned it was the first time they said it, but at the same time didn’t make it this super huge deal. Of course they already know they love each other; they don’t need to be waxing poetic about it to make it clear, though. I’m pretty happy with what I managed instead!

There are so many standout lines in this one that i adore, but I think most of them come from the final part. I love a good ‘sleepy pillow talk in the morning after’ kind of vibe (in fact, I’ve been considering adding a part 2 to ‘the push' set the morning after) so it was lovely to get to include one here.

I’m very especially proud of the imagery right here: “Yangchen wakes up in shades, consciousness seeping into her bones with each exhale of breath. The pre-dawn light creeps through her window, casting the room in a soft, dreamlike haze.”

And again with this one: “He stretches, long and languid, yawning so widely that Yangchen can hear his jaw pop. His fingers tangle with those already on his cheek, bringing her hand to his mouth so he can begin to kiss his way up her arm, tracing the pattern of her tattoos.” (non-lip kisses my ABSOLUTE BELOVED).

“Rather than fall further into her trap, Kavik shuts her up by tackling her into the bed, making her shriek with laughter when his hands dig into her sides to tickle her mercilessly.” <- I really loved how I portrayed Yangchen in this whole part. She deserves to just let loose and be silly!!!!

“Avatar Yangchen belongs to the world before anything else. Yangchen will always be the Avatar; even in death her spirit will remain to continue the cycle. She holds the world’s biggest blessing and its heaviest burden. It will always have a claim over her.

But right here, her world is just this: the blue of Kavik’s eyes, the safety of his arms, and the love that she can feel pouring out of his very being.”

^ Made myself almost cry with the duality of it all. He’s literally her safe space. I’m never gonna feel normal about them.

This ended up getting… so long lol. If you stayed til the end, thank you very much! I hope you enjoyed getting some insight into my writing thoughts and parts I enjoyed about creating my fics! And again, thank you so much for the ask!!!

[tarnished-butsogrand]

I wish that Liam falsetto compilation included his falsetto harmonies from the acoustic version of One Thing! Tbh I vastly prefer the acoustic version of One Thing solely because of Liam’s falsetto harmonies throughout (first with Niall, then Louis, and then together with Niall, Zayn and Harry), it just elevates the entire song. especially when he harmonizes with Louis during the verse “cause I’m dying just to know your name,” istg hearing this part is like an instant serotonin boost for me every single time, it’s literally for just four seconds of the song, but it’s like the audio equivalent of the clouds parting and the heavens shining through lol, idk how else to explain the feeling, his voice is just so angelic and adds so much.

Also Little Things ofc and the acoustic performances of More Than This (the version the band used to do for radio stations back in the day, like for Radio Disney) Liam’s falsetto when he harmonizes with Zayn and Niall during those songs is ethereal! (Not falsetto, but since it can also be heard during the acoustic Radio Disney performance of More Than This, there is a note change Liam does for the verse “it just won’t feel right” that I will forever be obsessed with. I loved whenever Liam would do that note change, as well as note changes for live performances of other songs so so much, usually sounding even better than the official recorded versions!)

I’ve been binge watching a lot of their live performances lately, and it’s just insane how undeniable it is, how absolutely essential Liam’s voice is to their performances. I think for people to not see how important Liam’s vocal abilities were, especially during live performances, then in my opinion those people really had to have been making an active effort to ignore him (which unfortunately it looks like this was a common pattern with sections of the 1D fandom even since the beginning of the band, ignoring Liam and rarely giving him credit where it’s due, and to this day I still don’t understand why he was mistreated this way). Liam fr was almost always the main one providing support to the other boys, moving seamlessly between low and high harmonies (that huge vocal range tho!!) blending perfectly with the other boys’ voices, often right after or right before his own solos parts, which he would nail perfectly too, always so consistent (unless he was distracted by water fights and/or laughing about something, usually because of Louis lol). truly a vocal acrobat, he always made it all look so effortless.

This whole ask is so precious to me. I agree with everything you said, I hope I had some mad editing skills that would let me make some kind of audio oost combining all the performances you are talking about here.

Liam's range was undeniably unmatched by anyone else in the band. I remember that post which listed him as one of the best vocalists, along with Zayn, but even Zayn was praised more for his high notes while Liam made his mark throughout the range. I also remember that Zane Lowe interview where he said he believed Liam was the only one who could make it as a solo artist. He had tremendous talent, and I just- his potential remained untapped and that's one thing I will never be able to come to terms with. And that post where Liam's mic stopped working and everyone fumbled embarrassingly- that one always makes me laugh.

He gave so much, did so much, and people never appreciated him. I almost wish there is a reunion, and people get to see exactly what Liam brought to the band, because frankly speaking, there are some people who need that reality check desperately.

Thank you for sending this, truly. I love talking about Liam and his talent.

[stagred]

　I know it might be kinda weird to get sappy over some seriously fucked up content, but I'm gonna do it anyway. Mostly because it's 6:30AM and I've been awake for nearly 24 hours now, including an 8 hour shift in there. And I'm trying to stay awake at my laptop on the couch. Because I haven't enjoyed roleplay in so long. I'm in a private server with a few friends that really gave me the confidence boost I needed to really pour my heart in over here and my other two blogs, but guys... I haven't stayed up late, pushing through my body's need to sleep, solely because I'm that excited for the next reply since I was in high school. Maybe more than that. Maybe I'm jumping the gun, given that at the same time this is happening, there are people trying to ruin my fun, but I was ready to give up entirely on roleplay and possibly writing as a whole for a while. You guys have done what I thought was impossible and you've made me love a hobby and a fandom that I never thought I could feel safe in again. And I just really wanna thank you all so much for that.

　Now as much as I want to stay online and keep playing with my dolls, I'm gonna be a responsible adult and go to bed. But thank you all, genuinely, truly, from the bottom of my fucking heart. I really do love you all so much.

[thournewrites]

Status update for Price of Emeralds 5/5/24

Okay I’m putting on my big girl pants to write this, I’ve been dodging the reality of this for too long quite honestly.

Long story short I am putting this on an indefinite hiatus as many of you have probably guessed. I have a lot going on in my life atm and writing a story that will branch the way I want it to and be of a good quality with no team, no editor, no assistance and 2 jobs and other responsibilities is not realistic for me, but I am still writing, just in other formats. I should have said something sooner though and for not doing so, I’m sorry.

Long story long; This was a wayyy bigger project than I expected and as my life is right now, I simply cannot manage it. My goal has always been to create with a focus on art and writing and I love writing, but I don’t think this is the format that is best suited for my writing style as a solo writer at the moment. This is a project that has been weighing on me for awhile even as I try and move forward, I feel like I’m letting people down, but when I sit down to work on this? It’s just not working, it hangs over me as I work on new things and while I have been writing other things, I just haven’t been posting because quite honestly I’ve been running from the reality that I can’t handle working on this right now and typing this feels like admitting defeat. I haven’t mentioned anything about it because that felt too final and so I ghosted you all for a hot minute there and that’s no good either and I do apologize for that. Acknowledging this has to be done or I feel like I’ll just continue be standing still and trying to get back to something that I simply cannot manage. I am truly sorry for anyone who was invested in this and understand if people are upset.

As of right now, I am working on a book. I have been working in it for a little while, but I’ve realized that releasing my writing as I work is not too good for me, it gets me too in my own head and makes me nitpick which leads to me finishing -you guessed it - nothing! And getting overwhelmed. So yes I am still writing, what I am working on now is something that I plan to submit to a publisher because I don’t know myself without writing and I think I want to be serious about it at this point in my life. I will start posting again on other forms of media for those who have liked my writing style. I just have to accept where I am in my life right now and what I can manage and what sharing my work and my life with others looks like for me right now. Again I’m so sorry for those who were invested in this story, but I am one person with a lot on my plate and I hope that even if you are as disappointed in this reality as I am that you can find it in you to be understanding and if you want to stick around to see what I do next I do truly appreciate you. Thank you all so very much, because at the end of the day, seeing how invested people were to this silly little thing I wrote really made me feel like maybe I am maybe actually a decent writer, it gave me a boost of confidence that I needed and even if this is not how I’m sure any of us would like this story to go right now, I just didn’t want to leave you all hanging because that’s not right. Thanks again for reading and all of your support and I do hope that all of you are well and thriving~ -Thourne

[mysticbewitched]

MYSTIC AAAA OKOK I've been thinking of sharing this success story online but I feel like a lot of your audience need a serious self concept / confidence boosts and proof that mindset really is the goddamn KEY so here it is :))

this was YEARS ago, I was a teeny tiny middle schooler stopping by 7/11 on my way home from school. I grabbed my snickers bar and waited in line. in front of me was this reallyy cool and cute highschool guy. for some quick context: where I'm from, you can use your bus card to buy shit at certain places like 7/11.

I wanted his attention, to seem cool in front of him, you know? so like out of the blue I started scenario daydreaming. "what if the card machine (the one that lets you use your bus card to pay for shit) isn't working today? and the boy wouldn't have any actual money to pay for the thing he's got?" i have money "what if, in Cute Guy's time of need, I give him the money I was going to use for my beloved snickers bar?" middle school brain man she was so boy crazy. ANYWAYS I then think to myself "what's a cool way to ask someone if they need money?" because of course. immediately I start brainstorming on "cool" ways to ask if he needs money. I start panicking and thinking stuff like, "quick you have to think of something to say!!"

and guess what? seconds after that, when it was his turn in line, that exact scenario happened. the machine wasn't working, the boy didn't have money, I was all, "hey, you need cash?" and lmao yes that was what I came up with. I had hit maximum cool girl energy as I'd hoped, I gave the boy my candy money so he could pay for his bubblegum or whatever the fuck and I STRUTTED OUTTA THERE LETS GOO

now let me tell you, I did not fuckin know what manifesting even was. I literally thought I had had a VISION 😭 but looking back jt was so clear. I embodied the mindset immediately, I didn't think something like "ohh this isnt actually going to happennn" NO I submerged myself completely and anticipated it was already true, that it was just about to happen, that it was inevitable. and it manifested in seconds.

so bitches, embody the mindset, trust yourself, don't even acknowledge the "possibility" (because there is no possibility) of your desire not manifesting.

love you mystic!!

Little Bear, you are starting to become one of my favorite followers.

You are absolutely awesome as hell, my friend.

Thank you so much for sharing this with me, and reading this just blew me away. Wow, this was wild. Your reaction to this event going down must have been funny as hell back then. I'm sure you felt like you were in the twilight zone at this point.

Isn't it best the damn thing ever to be the operant power of your own reality? It is absolutely priceless and simply amazing.

It's such a beautiful thing to truly wake up from the dream and realize your power and the complete control you have over your entire reality. With all of that said, I'm so incredibly glad to hear that you realized the mindset truly is the key to easy and effortless manifestation success.

This is what I have been preaching about since day one, guys. I know exactly what I'm talking about here. I share my knowledge from deeply studying the law of consciousness for two years, being involved with witchcraft for five years, and looking back on my past successes with conscious manifestation.

It was *always* about the state of the mindset.

You just need to change your mindset to the mind of a confident manifestor, and all the struggles with your manifestations simply disappear. It's truly that easy.

Your self-doubting mindset is the only thing standing between you and your manifestations. Why are you doubting yourself? You are the creator.

This is all about faith in yourself.

Love you too and I send so much love to you. 🖤

[spicyraeman]

Well interacting with you makes my week too! **aggressive friendly fist bump**

I hope your holidays are going well 😁

Wolfheart is ending me. Can I pet that dawg? CAN I PET THAT DAWG? (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZGeN9U7kG/)

I love seeing the hairy SH art! PCOS / trans / wolf girlie, I stan all versions I see. We're not cowards here! The new band drawings are fire, still making my heartrate go jglcbxlw. And seeing the growth? Honestly it's magic to me, I think it's perfect then it becomes even more perfect and I'm just how?? How possible?

Veteran'zel, Baby'zel, Beam'zel, Horny'zel, Rat'zel, all I do is love'zel! The cheetah/dog doodle + wet rat'zel made me hiccup from laughter, we were blessed.

Buddy, Karlach's got her tail docked like the gith children, that's why! See, problem fixed **insert Flex Tape meme**

Also for Lae'zel's accent : yes, she would have such a harsh accent! As a foreign speaker, the pronunciation isn't always intuitive and is sometimes paradoxal. She probably never used some sounds, and it's hard to guess a lot of them. It's so inconsistent. I lack air in the middle of my sentences because of the tonal accentuations differences. Languages are crazy man. Lae'zel would have a stroke, struggling to say "library" with Gale correcting her.

I've been upgraded to bestie? Careful, I feel like the most specialest goblin in town now 😎

I also wanted to share with you my recent victory : I passed my exams with unexpectedly high grades! It's been 10 years since I succeeded in anything school related, I feel strangely proud and hopeful. I attribute this partly to the intense hyperfixation for BG3. I can come back to this fandom and get comfort when I feel burned out and in need of motivation. Thank you for being part of it and sharing your blorbos with us. Good soup for our cold starving souls. So yeah, you and your art matter even if you find it bleh sometimes and you doubt yourself.

I wanted to be brief but I'm incapable of shortening shit even if my life depended on it. Violently dumping my brain in your ask like I'm late on garbage collecting day. Sorry not sorry for the awkward emotional stuff. Take care of yourself, bestie ✌️

🫀🚑

Sry for answering these “backwards”, I just needed to get the conlang stuff out first before all my good braincells shut down lol

hope the holidays are going well on your end as well :]

To pet a werewolf truly is the dream isn’t it, wereshart is prob my fav hc for her it just fits so well. I've been trying really hard lately to figure out how to draw her recently bc despite the art disparity her and lae’zel are neck in neck at being my fav characters. Seeing the growth in the bass drawing really gave me that boost of confidence that I'm at least slightly getting there lol

I truly do love Lae’zel in every form, but wet rat’zel rotates in my mind more than it should, sadly its not a hc I could ever commit to considering I can’t even remember Karlach’s canon tail lmaoo I really should just hc that karlach got her tail docked at this point, that or I need to make a checklist for her so I can go through and make sure ive got all her bits when I draw her

Also Ive already posted my big rambling mess about Gith accents but yeah harsh accent lae'zel best lae'zel, it just makes sense

But yoooo big gratz on the exams! Def something to be proud of!! I can agree this fandom really is a huge motivator, I haven’t had this much drive to do anything I've been doing recently in years. Glad I could help provide a lil comfort spot full of blorbo soup for the soul lol

Dw about shortening shit as you’ve prob seen i’m prone to rambling and also every emotion I experience is awkward so that's just par for the course here.

Hope life treats you well till the next ask, peace ✌️

[pucktoxicity]

https://www.tumblr.com/pucktoxicity/759190193092902912/spill-nico-hischier-tea-please?source=share

thank you for this. such a level headed "tea spilling". its so irritating how some other blogs report "likes" and the "bracelet" thing as fact when nothing means anything ahaha.

like yes, the boy hooks up, of course he does. doesn't make him a slut, doesn't make the people he hooks up with sluts. christ.

just wanna say, it makes me so sad that he was privy to the few morons on social media who were questioning his captaincy.

I think he's probably the most consistently beloved current Devil. like I know outside of the Devils bubble, he probably doesn't grain much traction, but the majority of Devils fans really understand what he means to the team. I've seen him adored and loved and appreciated throughout most of the social media platforms from all types of Devils hockey fans. Its just that the people that don't like him are so loud and it sucks that he saw all of that, but I'm glad he's using it to get motivated. thats our captain!

i appreciate being considered level-headed😌 tell my mother that pls! jk, but honestly the bracelet thing was fun, and funny to see because it gave ship tea page vibes (such as, like, that 2019 era of ethma tea being everywhere online lol), and it’s nothing crazy at all, but since i knew the answer, i wanted to clarify 😁 and the likes thing is a smidge crazy at times, but also just so girls being girls of everyone that i kind of love it?

and yeah, my heart breaks for him knowing he knows what was said. i do know that being so dominant at mens’ worlds was a confidence boost he desperately needed after past season, which makes me extremely happy, like nico, you were drafted first overall for a reason. you were made captain for a reason. i hope he truly never doubts that almost all devils fans**, and the team, and entire organization know he’s the perfect captain for this team. ❤️

** except for 40 year old incel men (who couldn’t even skate the length of the ice if they tried) that sit their unathletic, fat asses on a definitely crumb-covered couch and complain that professional athletes aren’t good enough at something they could not ever do 🙂‍↔️💋