#author tingz

[stumacherstan]

Hello! Are your requests open? I saw that you wrote for the yandere greek gods, and I wanted to ask for a request for Hera, maybe her growing an obsession for a fellow god, someone who's happily married to their spouse and grows jealous from how spiteful her own marriage is? She deserves a good husband smh

Yandere!Hera x god(dess) of justice and loyalty!gn!Reader:

Queen Hera is your senior for sure

She remembered when you came to be.

Small. Cute. Truthful. Weak. Small. Quiet.

Your little scale had its pros and cons

but you always listened to her

it was cute really

but as time went on she went to doing her duties and you to your own

Hera hadn’t realized how much time went on

She kept dealing with Zeus’s bullshit for so long, time slipped by

She needed to talk to her good little fellow god(dess) the one who always listened

Hera was surprised to see you be married with another

and him at that? Seriously. HIM?!

she felt betrayed.

to be fair you didn’t know what went down between her and Dionysos but fuck her to the underworld

and even worse. it was a successful happy marriage.

The damn fuck was known for being rowdy and chaotic

what the hell

you were just happy to be by his side and have fun with him and everyone

being together was important

Hera hated it.

however she tries to be patient

choose her over him

Hera calls for you and Dionysus felt weird about it but let it go

what’s she to do?

You go and Hera is happy

she keeps you.

You are very surprised. Wasn’t this supposed to be a visit?

Hera weeps

She knows she’s married and she knows you’re married now

but whyyy

you don’t know what to do after trying to get away for a couples of days.

“you’re supposed to be with me!” Hera feels pathetic. She feels dejected. She always knew how lovely you were and now you’re with another.

“I’m sorry? i’m not sure what to say.”

“I won’t stand for it. You are to stay here. I do not care. I’ll deal with it all. I just need you. like it was before. I won’t even think about the damned Zeus. I never needed him. I always needed you.”

(because i’m sure you wanted nice domesticated headcanons we’re skipping the drama)

it took some time to get use to

but Hera is a really great wife

you don’t really get to see anyone but she’s all you need

she feeds you. you feed her

you both grant peoples wishes together when they pray to you both

Hera is very sweet when she whispers sweet nothings into your ear

she’s very soft and nice to hold. it’s like you two fit

you don’t think about your ex. that’s all the past like hera said

you’re all she needs and she’s all you need

time never exists with her because you two’s love is for eternity <3

And no one will come between it

[kevin-keller-artistic-director]

Y'all I'm doing Dawson's Creek meta shit and I found bomb mention.....

[salamisandcheese]

I feel like my lips need KISSING

I hate it

I wanna be loved as in I want my waist to be held to pull me closer I want forehead kisses I want my hair stroked through I wanna be held to sleep as a matter of fact I wanna be held and never let go of I want my cheeks to be gently caressed I want my soul to be emerged with someone else’s

[sweet-n-s4lty]

Winter's Warmer With You.

The coming winter season was always well welcomed, at least by you. Nothing compared to the content that came with the chilled gales and the childish giddiness that followed the first snowfall of the season, each ivory petal that danced through the sky acting as your own bundle of joy wrapped in icy comfort.

The ashen blankets that swept over the suburban streets of your town seemingly brought comfort with the inevitable nights by the fireplace, curled in jumpers much too big for you,  the knitted wool swallowing you whole— or the walks home from school, where the snow crunching under your boots was audible despite the soft melodies that lulled you into a comfortable stroll. 

But not everyone enjoyed winter. You knew that because your best friend didn’t.

Ino Takuma was a sucker for the milder seasons. The only cold he was able to handle was the soft whistles of chill delivered every Autumn. And Spring was, if anything, perfect. Despite spending most of it sneezing, the tip of his nose hilariously dusted a familiar shade of pink, he enjoyed the gentle rays of sunshine that melted away the ghastly icicles and brought forth the beautiful site of fresh blooms. 

He hated Summer too, make no mistake, but he could handle the sweltering hell. And at least summer was fun. 

But Winter? It was dull, gloomy, his days were filled with less time to get everything done as if the cold nights he hated so much grew greedier, swallowing the already short hours whole. 

Ino Takuma was, if anything, an avid winter hater.

“How cold is it, damn!” He chattered. He was wrapped in a huge jacket, engulfed by the black material. His mask that usually lay graciously on his head was replaced by a thick woolly hat, a courtesy of you. Thick gloves engulfed his fingers, ones that previously were around your own hands. For someone who hated Winter so much, you’d assume that he’d perhaps ready himself for the harsh climate well before the first snowfall had even started, but you’d learnt quickly that Ino hated planning maybe more than he did winter. 

“Forecast said 2 degrees. C’mon, it isn’t that bad, usually, it's worse, much much worse.” You hummed, smiling behind the scarf wrapped around your neck, the fabric coming up to cover your lips slightly.

“I hate December.” He grumbled.

“If you think about it, this is like our own version of the olive theory.” You hummed in thought, lending him an earphone. He took it gingerly and scooted closer to you, seeking a warmth you weren’t sure you could provide. 

“...We must have a lot of olive theories then, we disagree on a lot.”

“That coz you hate everything.” You laughed, resting your head on top of his as you felt a welcomed weight on your shoulder. He scoffed at that. 

He stayed with you after that. Refusing to leave the comfort of your home, situating himself snugly by the fireplace. You smiled as you walked over with a cup of hot chocolate which he graciously accepted with a wobbly “What would I do without you?” and a lopsided grin. You smiled and took a seat on the armchair, curling into a small bundle of warmth yourself.

“Thank you again for letting me stay, {Name}. I think I would’ve been pronounced dead if i stayed at my place— this is good cocoa too.” He added the last part with a boyish grin.

“What, heating doesn’t work?” 

“Nope. Shitty Landlord won’t do anything about it either— stingy pig.” He scoffed. Ino was always welcome at your home. Frankly, he was such a frequent visitor that your parents dubbed him their son, your mother fed him whenever he stopped by, and your father constantly gave advice to him, whether it was requested or not. It was sweet how his presence had wormed its way into your life, how every family photo had a little feature of him in it, whether it be him smiling alongside you, arm around your shoulder, or his skateboard in the background, aimlessly blending into the scene, or even you smiling wide, wearing a shirt he’d left during his last stay, so him here to seek refuge from the cruel sweeping gales wasn’t out of the ordinary, in fact, it was welcomed.

“You could stay with us—”

“Outta the question, ya Ma and Pa are already so welcoming, I don’t wanna intrude.” You shook your head,.

“No, stupid, they love it when you’re over, I think they like you more than me—” You chided, laughing slightly.

“ I still feel bad…” He sighed, taking a sip from his mug. You rolled your eyes, a little annoyed about how much he viewed himself as a burden than anything else. 

So now you were at his house, it was late at night and tonight, Ino declined invitation to your cosy abode— His work piling up so much, he was sure it’d take him a decade to finish it. So an unexpected visit was maybe a little more welcome than he let on. 

“Thought we could stay warm together.” 

“Wha— huh?” He chuckled through chattering teeth. You set down the many many bags you had held in your hands on the living room floor, setting down blanket after blanket, plushie after plushie, and brought a small mini heater, struggling to pull it out of your backpack. How you even fit it in there, he didn’t know, but he wanted to hug you close, so thigh you’d pop, just for even considering his hatred of the cold. “All o’ this for me?”

“Yep–” You smiled. “Thought warmth and company would be appreciated on this cold winter evening.”  He sat carefully next to you, his laptop tucked under his arm. His body was thick with the multitude of layers, it was like he’d morphed into a human pillow. You wrapped him in a particularly fuzzy blanket before covering yourself in one and resting your head, watching him work. In the next few minutes, the apartment was shrouded in snugness it lacked before.

taglist: @stillnotherapy

Lwk, not tewww proud of this one, but we move

[veryrealauthorthings]

[angelflms]

so i'm a writer. for the past three years, i've been writing a book series about this group of friends that live in the world of hollywood, with the first book being a rivals to lovers, fake dating storyline between two of the most popular young pop acts of their time. i'm so nervous to be more vocal about my book but my main end goal is to get this book adapted so i'm making a larger deal about it. for now, i wanna introduce the two main characters!

alexus johnson. she/her. 22. bi. black. singer-songwriter. six-time grammy winner.

fc: savannah smith

river addison. he/him. 21. queer. brown latino. singer-songwriter. three-time grammy winner.

fc: xolo mariduena

more details about the characters are featured on my instagram (acc name: angelflms_) and the first nine chapters of the rough draft are up on wattpad (acc name: angelflms). moodboards of them are under my "infuriating man and his viper" board on pinterest (acc name: angelflms_)

i will be posting random things and memes about river and alexus and excerpts about them from time to time so be on the lookout!

[murcielagatito]

crush on my manager still going strong help

[castle-dominion]

Are there no [hyperspecific search] fics out there???? Ugh I guess I will have to write my own.

[pottermoregays]

personal life update:

i work at a bookstore & a very popular queer YA author came in today & asked to sign some books, brings her books up, we realize it’s said popular queer YA author- my AGM & i FLIP OUR SHIT

we end up talking to her for like an hour and she was SO nice & then made this SUPER SUPER nice post on instagram and now we have SO MANY queer authors that i have known & loved and have books from, are following our work account & liking & commenting on ( including none other than THE ALICE FUCKING OSEMAN!?!? ) & i’m literally losing my marbles

this has been the best day ever we have more popular authors than regular people that follow our work instagram rn i just am still freaking out wow shit

[liass-21]

when the goal was “finish proposal fic before i move out” but i did 4 hours on google docs yesterday and still haven’t finished the last two biggest scenes. also i move out tomorrow morning.

[stumacherstan]

Hi!! I was wondering if you had or are willing to make a part three for the unrequited love for jasper in twilight I was looking for part one and found it from when you reblogged it and someone said there was a part three but I can’t find. So if there anyway you can help me find it I really love that. And Ty ahead of time for everything!!

i found part three and reblogged it for you! if you ever find part one and two, reblog them for me? i’d love to re-read my work that everyone has love for! i appreciate you so much :)

[sxthee]

The Girl In The Mirror

Okurrr, so another work from my creative writing class! The story will appear trash because it is rushed. This was written as our summative, so it was literally timed. I was surprised I was able to fart this out, lol. In this, our tone, diction, and style were tested. I’d say I have a better skill than average (but most definitely not the best-) but this wasn’t one of my best moments LMAO. Anyway, you be the judge of it ig

Over yonder the halls of an abandoned house hung a tale that’s decades old. It had been built with genuinety and passion — now though, it could only present itself in cracks and shards. The Frames no longer scintillate like that of a sun. People who have visited the place themselves described it as merely reflecting the people who have wronged her. Every now and then, as the past manifested itself against the reflective surface, a feminine shriek would emanate from the mirror.

Also additional note, we were told that we need to write it in 5 sentences. Can you imagine the pressure I had?? Especially when I had to rewrite my story LOL (it was a fun a challenge doe, 100/10 would do it again)

[salamisandcheese]

sense of self

give me it

[sweet-n-s4lty]

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MC, a total sucker for dad jokes.

MC x Obey me characters: mainly diavolo tbh

You love dad jokes. You don't know, why and the jokes are frankly terrible but it always has you laughing.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you walk over with weak knees to satan. He always laughs at your jokes, and he can feel another one you're brewing up as an exasperated Mammon trails behind you.

"Satan--" You wheezed. "What-- What do you call an angry carrot?" You stumble over your words as you try your hardest not to interrupt yourself with laughter. He sighs, shutting his book and giving you his undivided attention.

"What?" Mammon shakes his head from his spot behind you, trying to warn his brother of the corny punchline to come.

"A steamed veggie!" And then you'd practically double over in a fit of giggles.

Either way, it's cringeworthy. Some of the brothers laugh and endorse you just for the hell of it, after all your happiness is theirs, but some don't and rather give you a pitying look. Poor things can't bring themselves to laugh, but no matter, because you were always wheezing out a laugh, choking on your own giggles to notice the tough crowd. But either way, no matter how corny the joke, your laugh was sickeningly contagious

And then, on a particular dinner, you started giggling at your DDD in the presence of Diavolo. Lucifer knew that specific glint in your eyes and was mortified. He was so afraid of the outcome of your terrible jokes. "Daivolo! Wanna hear a human joke?" "I would love to, I have yet to hear some."

"Okay, okay, What do you call a fish without an eye?" "Why did the poor thing lose an eye?" "Just answer the question--" "Alright, why?"

You stifled your giggles with a tooth-rotting, sweet smile. "A--" You chuckled, eyes almost watering at the joke. "A fshhhh!" You extended the noise before practically falling over laughing. Diavolo blinked. He looked over at Lucifer with a blank expression before turning back to you. He held his gaze on your laughing figure.

Then it clicked.

He let out a boisterous laugh. The type that echoed and reverberated against the marble walls of the dining room.

The two of you would double over in laughs and from there on forward, he became what you liked to call your joke buddy, constant exchanges of notes and letters and laughter-filled whispers.

[veryrealauthorthings]

[little-lazuli]

The way these words piss me off is unmatched.