#avoided doing this cause sharing my writing freaks me out

[lilac-lemonade]

Additional Tags: Jamie Tartt Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Episode: s01e10 The Hope That Kills You, Canon-typical language, Bad Parent James Tartt Sr., Jamie Tartt-centric, Panic Attacks, Ted Lasso Acting as Jamie Tartt's Parental Figure, No Beta We Die Like Earl the Greyhound

Summary:

“What do you want?” he snapped, his voice trembling almost as violently as he was. “I thought we were done ‘ere.”

“Well, I just wanted to see if I could have a little chat with ya,” an unexpected voice replied in a tone that was so gentle that it made Jamie’s chest ache. “And I’m thinking that I’m probably not who you were expecting, but I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

What happened once the match against Richmond was over and Jamie's dad pulled him aside? Ted walked away after seeing him with his dad in the treatment room and Jamie thought that was it, just one more person on the list of people that had abandoned him. But what if Ted came back? What if Ted was the one to give Jamie the letter after Richmond's match against Man City?

[suhsweet]

whatever you want ⟡ kmg

wc: 2007 | pair: bf!mingyu x afab!reader | genre: smut (18+, minors go away), established relationship | tags: somnophilia, half-asleep mingyu, kinda sub!mingyu?, reader happily does all the work, unprotected piv, barely a hint of a size kink, mention of reader having longer hair, pet names: baby, angel

summary: when mingyu’s tired, but you’re needy, he lets you use him however you please

author's note: i didn't realise that i started this blog, and this little drabble on mingyu's birthday cause i forgot about it… what a wonderful coincidence lol. happy birthday to my first kpop bias, and my dream husband <3 please enjoy my first piece of writing on tumblr EVER

It must’ve been around three in the morning when you woke. A thin sliver of moonlight peaked through the windows of your shared bedroom with Mingyu. Beside you, your lover slept peacefully. His light breathing, evenly paced, reached your ears. His lashes fluttered lightly as he slept, and his hair was mussed from the tossing and turning he often does to get comfortable.

Your hand gently came up to cup his cheek— light enough to avoid disturbing him, but heavy enough to not tickle him. You ran your thumb over his cheek while your eyes travelled over his features. The mole on his nose, the sharp slope of it, to his jaw, to his soft lips.

You carefully snuggled closer to him, close enough to kiss said mole, and said lips. Being so close to him, with his breathing caressing your face suddenly had you feeling needy for him. He should be awake, kissing you back, and running his fingers through your hair as he slowly rolls you onto your back as he breathily groans your name, and brings his large hands down your body towards your—

Sleep was keeping him from you. And you, with your wild imagination, now feeling extra needy, couldn’t possibly wait until morning.

You and Mingyu, little freaks, had spoken about fantasies and kinks once you were well into your relationship. Somnophilia was one of his, and you knew he was happy to have you touch him while he was asleep. He said, and I quote, “That is the hottest thing I can ever imagine you doing to me.”

So, with the sheets pushed off of you, and you now upright, you bent down to kiss your boyfriend’s cheek while adjusting him onto his back. The mix of Mingyu’s bodywash and cologne clouded your senses and you found yourself draping a leg on either side of him. He was wearing his ridiculously hypnotizing grey sweatpants again, alongside his oversized white t-shirt that hid the toned body underneath.

For a few moments, your quiet breaths and whimpers filled the air. You felt a hand slide up to cup your ass, which was busy grinding on his cock. The friction of your core pressed against him was both easing and heightening your desire for him.

“Baby?” Mingyu’s words came out as a husky whisper.

You smiled softly, “Gyuu.”

You were a siren, Mingyu decided—a succubus. The way you had whispered one word— his name, with so much sensuality had him aching for you instantly. But a glance at the clock told him that he would have to be up in less than four hours for work. He wasn’t in the right mind to please you; he hadn’t been awake for long enough.

Mingyu’s eyes closed once more, both from pleasure and sleep. You began kissing his neck again, then slowly trailed them up towards his sharp jaw, to his smooth cheek, to reach those lips… A throaty groan came out of him, and he lazily reciprocated your kisses. His hand came to cup your cheek and he slowly pulled away. His words came out slurred. “Gotta get up for work in a few hours.”

You rose and planted your hand on his chest, you hadn’t stopped grinding against him. You added more pressure on the point where your bodies met. Mingyu watched you helplessly, groaning with pleasure.

You smiled sweetly, a gleam in your eye that had Mingyu’s cock twitching. “I’ll be quick. I need you.”

“‘M too tired, baby.”

That was a no, and you immediately stopped. The fog in your mind cleared slightly, and you realized how selfish you were to put your lust over his rest. Thank God for the night’s shadows that veiled your flushed face. You smiled, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” you kissed his cheek gently. “I was-”

His hand was on the back of your head, stopping you from pulling away. Mingyu’s head turned to meet your lips once more. “I didn’t mean that you should stop. You’ll need to do all the work.”

“Are you sure?”

With his eyes on you, you recognized the lust hidden behind the sleep in his eyes. They were still half-lidded and would remain that way while you smiled at each other. He looked so dopey that you couldn’t hide your giggle. You had your answer.

He smiled at the sound and sleepily kissed your jaw. “Do whatever you want with me, baby. I’m all yours.”

Giddy, and buzzing from the idea of using Mingyu like a toy, you resumed kissing his neck and reached your hands under his shirt to feel his warm skin. His eyes, still half open, watched as you lowered yourself to the foot of your bed to face his arousal. You palmed it through the fabric of his pants, eyeing his reaction. He smiled softly, encouraging you.

Pushing down his sweatpants and boxers, his erection rose to greet you. You kept your gaze on him, to watch his face scrunch up with want as you slapped it against your tongue. He hissed as you filled your mouth with him, running your tongue against the texture of the head and veins. As began to bob your head up and down, making the filthiest sounds, Mingyu moaned even louder.

Yes, a succubus indeed. Mingyu watched in fascination as you pleasured him. The sight of you and your siren-like eyes was more than enough to make him explode. He flopped an arm across his face. In his head, he tried his best to recount the entire roster of players of his favorite baseball team—anything to distract himself from the angel between his legs.

“Are you falling asleep on me, Gyu?” Your voice was the definition of innocence. You were well aware of his little trick to lasting longer. Your right hand remained on his length, stroking it with your saliva glistening in between your fingers. The slick, wet sounds filled the room.

“Never,” was his response. His arm stayed over his eyes. “Want to be inside you.”

You weren’t one to deny him. Your right hand kept stroking him as you rose on to your knees and pulled down your panties. Mingyu, now watching you once more, tugged at the shirt you wore. His shirt. The perks of having a giant as a boyfriend: oversized sleep shirts. You looked at him, and he blinked at you drowsily. His fingers ceaselessly tugged at the shirt, and you gave in, taking off the shirt in one swift go.

“Finally.” Mingyu immediately let out a deep breath at the sight of you. His hands lazily traced the sides of your body, ending up the swell of your breasts. “My baby’s so sexy.”

You preened at his words. Back to straddling him, his cock still in your hand, you began to lower yourself onto him. Mingyu dragged out a long groan as you lowered yourself to the base of his cock at an achingly slow pace. You swirled your hips, enjoying the sensation of him literally stirring your insides.

Fatigue had Mingyu’s arms fall back to his sides, and he watched you with bleary eyes. If he wasn’t careful, he would’ve drooled. Every stroke you made on his cock had him panting audibly. “Yes, baby. Use me. Use me.”

The words caused a hot flush of desire to run through your body, top to bottom. You pushed the hem of Mingyu’s shirt upwards to reveal his toned stomach and ran your fingers over every ridge, the sensation making him shiver.

“So deep Gyu, so full,” you whimpered. 

“I told you that this is the hottest thing ever.” Mingyu looked up at you with a toothy grin. “Waking up to the most gorgeous girl in the world, so needy for me that she uses me when I’m sleeping… You’re making my dreams come true, angel.”

His words spurred you on, and you could feel your incoming climax. You fell onto him and buried your face into the crook of his neck, your favorite place. You almost wanted to cry from the pleasure. “I’m so close to coming.”

Mingyu turned his head to kiss your jaw. His hand cradled your head, the fingers carding through your hair. His breath was warm as he groaned right into your ear. Your pussy clenched at the feeling of it. “Please, baby. I want to feel you soak this cock with your pussy. I need you to use me like a toy.”

“My toy,” you mumbled thoughtlessly.

“Yes angel, your toy. All yours.” With your head buried into his neck, you didn’t witness Mingyu’s face scrunching up in pain. His jaw was clenched. He was so close to coming, but he needed you to come first. He wanted to be good for you. “Make that pretty pussy cum with my cock baby. Then I’ll fill you up.”

“Yessss,” you hissed and rode him harder and faster. Your head was spinning, and in your gut that knot that built up with every stroke on Mingyu’s cock started to unravel. You trembled on top of him, and your sweet moans caused Mingyu to start chasing his own release.

He held onto your hips as he planted his feet on the mattress and started thrusting upwards into your heat. Like a madman, he moaned deliriously. They were long, dragged-out raspy groans and pants that matched each thrust. The onslaught of his movements had you moaning desperately, and the sound was music to his ears. Such soft moans that contrasted with the deep bass of his groans.

“Cum with me Mingyu,” you rasped, bouncing on his hips with as much fervor as him.

He nodded like an obedient puppy, so desperate to please you. He pulled you back down towards him to make your foreheads meet. Mingyu loved looking into your eyes, loved being so close that he could melt into you. He loved the way your hair created a curtain around yourselves. It was only the two of you in that moment.

His head tilted back as his lips searched for yours. You met his lips, and allowed your release to take over. Mingyu held your head in place as you moaned into his ear, causing him to tip over the edge with you.

He pistoned himself faster into you as your legs gave out. You heard him babble nonsensical things as his bliss took over. He mumbled something about how much he loved your eyes, and your hair, and how cute you were. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you. His other arm, which was wrapped around your waist, tightened while he gave three final strokes. You felt it, the warmth that filled your core and heard his moans fill the room.

Soon enough the room fell quiet agin, leaving just your heavy breathing. Mingyu looked up at you in wonder. His fingers pushed your hair back to gain a better view of your beautiful, flushed face. “We should do this every night.”

Smiling to yourself at the thought, you cleaned yourself up. Once you returned, Mingyu had already wiped himself down with a tissue, and fixed his clothes. You opened your mouth to say something before noticing the soft snores that came from him. He must’ve been really tired, or you literally sucked the life out of him like an actual succubus.

As you clambered back into bed, and wrapped your body around him like he was a body pillow, you decided you would have to make an extra strong cup of coffee for him in the morning.

[ribena59p]

I've seen a lot of people try to paint Orcatstra / Maowzarts as problematic, and I believe much of it stems from misinformation or misunderstandings, often because it's being spread through word of mouth. I'm not making this post because Orcatstra asked me to—because they didn’t. No one is forcing me to write this; I'm doing it of my own free will. I really hope that #orcatstrahaters will take the time to read this carefully before dismissing it just because Orcatstra is my friend. I'm writing this to clear up the misinformation surrounding them, as I’ve seen people unfairly group them with genuinely problematic figures like Mawthe (who, by the way, draws necro art!!!).

Yes, there have been times when Orcatstra could have handled situations better (I'll try to keep my personal opinions on those situations brief), but let’s not forget—they’re 17! Some people seem to think that just because they’ll be 18 in a few months, they’re suddenly supposed to be all-knowing. Meanwhile, others are excusing or even babying older individuals like Criminalx3 and Parsnipling, both of whom, to my knowledge, are in their twenties! THEY should know better.

(Because someone asked) I bring up Parsnipling because they were called out for posting a fanfic where Dave from DSAF had animal genitalia (a cloaca). They then accused me of being the reason people sent them death threats, even though all I did was share a thread showing what they had posted. I didn’t even tell anyone to block them. Parsnipling lied to me, claiming that the tags with "cloaca" were meant as jokes. Afterward, they left Twitter (due to death threats, unfortunately) and went back to Tumblr, where they posted about how fandoms used to be spaces for "freaks." Take that as you will.

(I’m not debating the morality of referring to non-human genitalia with animal terms. Personally, I find it strange, which is why I made the thread in the first place—to draw attention to it. People are free to come to their own conclusions and decide whether to block or avoid interacting with them as they see fit.)

This post isn’t made to say you can’t..not Like orcatstra as a person..cus u can…everyone can dislike anyone for any reason just to reiterate this is just made to clear up misinfo

I exclusively use they/them pronouns for Orcatstra in this post specifically so that people don’t get confused about who I’m referring to, but please keep in mind when discussing them that they use any pronouns (besides from she).

The main points for why people deem orcatstra as problematic (that I’ve seen) are:

* Running a 15 year old off of their own tumblr blog

* Accusing a rape victim of liking and supporting rape + accusing the same person of being a groomer

* Comparing phone x Jack to slave x slave owner

* Blocking people for shipping things that they don’t like

I’ll be going through these one by one and explaining what happened to my knowledge.

Running a 15 year old off of their own tumblr blog

The 15-year-old in question ran a DSAF confessions account, where they posted anonymous confessions from people within the DSAF community. These confessions were typically related to DSAF topics.

I've seen people claim that Orcatstra harassed this person because their blog posted confessions about people disliking Davesport. However, that's completely inaccurate—Orcatstra doesn't, and never did, care if people dislike Davesport, so that part of the accusation is blatantly false.

(This is Orcatstras own words)

“I didn’t like harass them to the point they had to quit at most I made like 2 posts publicly and kept the rest of my disdain of a confessions account private”

“and I only disliked them 1) bc they’re a confess account which is inherently made to post and stir up drama like what. and 2) they DID post stuff that would cause drama so I was like dawg wtf”

“and then ppl from that blog started harassing ME 😭😭😭IN MY ANON ASKS 😭😭”

“Not (the 15 year old) I think but just ppl who followed the blog or were one of the “anons””

I believe some people are upset because Orcatstra was venting about the account on their private account, but I’m not really sure why... They're mad about that? Orcatstra’s private account only has about 50 followers, and most of those are people who follow with both their main and private accounts.

“I also think ppl were mad because I made a (admittedly dramatic) post talking about why I didn’t like the confessions account ,, but again from what I remember the points were just the og mod posting stuff that’s clearly gonna stir the pot YKWIM ..”

“and I only made that post because someone asked & for some reason you can’t comment pictures on tumblr which I think is quite stupid ☝️”

Accusing a rape victim of liking and supporting rape

(I do not know this persons pronouns so I will be referring to them with they/them pronouns, if they do not use these pronouns please tell me and I will edit this section to display the correct pronouns)

I believe the person being referred to is Cr1minalc1minalcr1minal, who has read and bookmarked non-con fanfics on AO3. Non-con stands for non-consensual, which is essentially the definition of rape. Orcatstra believes that if someone regularly consumes this type of content, it’s reasonable to assume they enjoy reading it. However, Orcatstra has never claimed that Criminalx3 supports rape.

“OH WAIT is it ok if i add that when i did point out the fanfic thing i genuinely was not aware at the time that guy was a victim, ..i dont rlly go on his acc bc i blocked him for my well being (i think thats the right way to use the phrase) … and i didnt/dont wanna be super creepy and stalk him. .. U CATCH MY DRIFT ..”

+ accusing the same person of being a groomer

(This is Orcatstras own words)

“So .. criminal ... I got this info from oomf so keep that in mind, but l've been told that he mains posts nsfw and encourages minors to consume nstw media and to my knowledge hangs out with one specific minor who changed ever since they became friends or something like that I NEVER! Explicitly said anyone was a groomer! ☝️ but it is very weird to see someone do that as an adult”

So they’re (minor and criminal) writing together but it’s not smut

“it’s not but like for a brief second we (orcatstra and oomf) were worried it was because. yk. that seems to mainly be what that guy makes 😓😓😓 (from what I’ve gathered)”

“And then I had to delete my replies bc I was replying on main and someone on tumblr (who does not follow (*oomfs) priv) took the links of my replies so I was like ‘erm what the freak this is kinda supposed to be a private convo’ and deleted them”

From what I understand, Orcatstra was having a conversation on their main account with someone on their private account, and they were discussing something about Criminalx3 that they believed to be true. However, it turned out not to be accurate. Unfortunately, someone on Tumblr took this conversation out of context and framed it as if Orcatstra was accusing Criminalx3 of being a groomer.

I don’t believe that Orcatstra ever made a public post stating that criminal was a groomer.

(I tried looking, but I may be wrong, feel free to correct me and I’ll edit this section)

Comparing phone x Jack to slave x slave owner

I believe this was stated in a now private youtube video where Orcatstra ranks dsaf ships, it may also be said in some tweets.

By definition, the DSAF 3 phone guys are slaves, regardless of the route. They are legally owned by Jack and work without pay. I understand that "slave" is a very strong and impactful word, which is why I'm personally hesitant to use it, but by definition, that’s what they are. You literally see Jack buying Harry in the DSAF 3 intro tapes. I've also seen people try to defend this by saying, "Well, Jack can be nice to them!"—as if that somehow erases the fact that he still owns them.

Blocking people for shipping things that they don’t like

There's nothing wrong with blocking people, even for no particular reason. It can be a little upsetting to get blocked over a post about a ship, but try not to take it personally—it’s just the internet. Unless you were doing something genuinely awful, Orcatstra probably blocked you simply because they didn’t want to see a ship they don’t like. They're just curating their online experience, which is totally normal.

And yes, people are bringing this up as an actual point against them.

I know that many people who dislike Orcatstra also dislike me for being their friend and sharing similar opinions. However, if you haven’t blocked me, please share this with others who might be misinformed.

There have been additional things added on by other people in reblogs if you would like to hear their side of the story.

I am more than happy to engage in neutral and respectful discussions, but I will not be willing to continue if you begin the conversation by being extremely rude or using offensive language. In any other case, I’m fully open to a constructive exchange of ideas, thank you.

[simpywriter]

Flames (Bonus Chapter - 2)

Hot fire

Pairing: Zuko x Reader Universe: Canon Words: 3.2k

Flames - Main

Summary: With his new position of Fire Lord, Zuko is so stressed that not even you can calm him. After a big fight with him you both need to reconcile, what a perfect opportunity to finally take that step. (This is a bonus chapter for my three-chapters fic ‘Flames’, but you can also read it separatly)

Warnings: emotional sex, kinda bossy Zuko, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

‘I’ll kick his ass’ You kept thinking as your clenched fists were surrounded by flames, crankling your toes to get rid of the sand between them caused you to constantly lose balance, losing control over every technique you tried. Frustration and anger stiffened your arms, making your movements clumsy and unsuccessful.

This all started a little less than a week ago, when you and Zuko moved to Ember Island together with Katara and Aang, in order to have a quiet and calm place to discuss some matters about the four nations; Sokka and Suki caught up with you a day later, Toph shortly following. The first days were peaceful, you spent your mornings on the beach, writing down ideas you discussed over lunch and in the afternoon, while the evenings passed while sitting in front of a bonfire, telling each other about your lives now that you weren’t all together anymore.

But then the topics became heavier and more complicated. And Zuko started to freak out. Every word, every doubt you tried to bring into conversation was an excuse to get mad and lash out on you or the others; his role was difficult and his father left on his shoulder a big burden, but it couldn’t be an excuse to treat poorly the friends trying to help him. So, you decided to hang out more with Katara and Suki, train your bending on the beach and ask Sokka for help in hand-to-hand combat. But avoiding him seemed to make the situation worse, Zuko started sending you digs whenever he could, the little gestures he usually reserved for you, like pouring your tea first or intertwining your fingers under the table, were gone, replaced by huffs and clenched fists when you stood up to get away from a discussion.

«You know what? Tonight you stay alone», you once bust out during dinner after yet another contemptuous comment about your laziness. «I’m done with you for the next twelve hours» «Oh yeah? And where would you like to sleep?», the others were looking between you two without a word, their eyes scanning rapidly your expressions in turn. You were almost embarrassed to be fighting with your boyfriend in front of all your friends. Almost. «It’s not of your business. And you made clear that you don’t care about me. That wouldn’t be the first time either», you could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes and immediately regret saying those words. However, you didn’t had time to go back on what you said because Zuko quickly got up, sending you and icy glare. «Then I won’t care» He stormed out of the door without a second thought.

«So… are we still going to the theatre tomorrow?». Katara quickly summoned a wave from her cup, showering her brother’s head.

You tried to convince Toph to let you stay with her since she was the only one with a free spot in her room, but the little girl was strict about sleeping alone; after nearly an hour of prayers and promises, you found yourself forced to knock on the door of your and Zuko’s shared room. ‘Spirits, that girl is so bossy. Ugh.’ «I don’t want to talk Aang. Just leave me alo-» «It’s me».

You could sense him freezing just from the soft gasp he let out. You impatiently waited for him to open the door, dreading the thought of sleeping on the little couch in the living room. Just as you were preparing yourself to relight the fireplace, Zuko opened the door, leaning against the frame with a tired expression. You regretted your previous words even more: his hair was a tousled mess, the robe asymmetrically tied on his waist. «I…», you couldn’t look at him in the eyes «Toph wouldn’t let me stay…». Without a word he moved away, letting you in. You nodded in gratitude and quickly found yourself climbing into the bed next to him, facing the other side. At first both of you remained silent, listening to the waves shattering on the beach; then, you sensed him moving on the mattress, leaning closer to you «Y/N… Can we talk?», he brought his arm around your side, squeezing you lightly against him, but you moved away, standing up quickly to prevent him from trying again (also because you knew you would give in easily, especially when he was giving you the puppy eyes… Focus).

«I’m still mad, Zuko. You’ve been awful to me these days» «Excuse me??» He got up, harshly throwing the blankets away «I may have treated you badly, but you told me that I don’t give a damn about you. Even though you know how bad I feel about everything that happened!» «Don’t scream» «I know», he took long steps in your direction «And then it’s you who is… well…». «I what?» «You know it…» «No, I don’t», you said, crossing arms against your chest.

You could see his cheeks flush even with just the little light coming from outside «It’s not important» «Evidently it is!» «Don’t scream» «I know», you sighed «Tell me» «No» «Zuko» «You’re… You’re always clinging to Sokka» «It’s not… huh?»

You blinked, replaying his words in your mind two or three times more before you really understood what he was saying. And when you did you had to turn to all your self-control to not start laughing right there in front of him, Sokka came here with Suki, they were like glue and the water tribe boy always looked at her with heart-shaped eyes. You couldn’t believe what your boyfriend just said. «Oh Spirits… you’re jealous». Zuko felt even more ashamed hearing the amusement in your voice «I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine», he muttered the last part, face twisted in a pouting frown.

«You just… always ran to him and… ask to practice together, on the beach. And that happen every single time I can’t stay with you because of the work or after a fight, a-and… maybe you think I’m not enough and-» The words died in his throat as you took his face in your head, delicately holding his gaze «Just calm down». His golden eyes stared into yours, the pupils were shaking in a whirlwind of self-doubt. When he saw the corners of your lips curl up, his ragged breath calmed. «I’m not going anywhere», thumbs traced gentle circles on his cheekbones «I know it’s hard for you, but don’t you ever think that you might not be enough. Okay?», Zuko nodded shyly, never making a move to distance himself from your grip. «Even if sometimes you piss me off a lot», you stifled your laughter as you saw his skin turning crimson, from neck to ears. «You’re so cute~», you teased him, giggling even louder when his eyes widened and he hurriedly hid his face sinking it into your neck, muttering a ‘Stop’ against your skin. The boy felt the vibrations of your laughter across his chest, making his heartbeat even faster; but along with that familiar feeling that came over him when he heard you laugh he felt something else, something heavier.

«I’m sorry», he whispered, and you closed your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your sides. «I’m really sorry for everything I said to you», his voice trembled and you could feel him seeking refuge in the warmth of your body, just like you had done with him years before, when your family abandoned you: «It’s ok», you reassured him «I’m sorry too, I know you care.». His hands moved from your hips to both your cheeks as he rested his forehead against yours with shaky breaths. He gave you a little peck and you couldn’t contain a soft smile, «I love you», he whispered before kissing you again, and again, and again until your lips were glued together; you could feel the passion Zuko was conveying in his kiss, the previous softness left space for something warmer. His hands moved from your cheeks down your neck, caressing you back until encircling your waist. His naked forearms were hot against the soft fabric of your nightgown.

Before you knew it you were pressed against a wall, Zuko’s finger kneading the skin of your hips, moving awfully close to your butt. You ran your nails through his hair, shivering at the sound the boy made when you scratched his nape. He muttered your name, being quickly silenced by your tongue on his. A leg found its way between yours and you let out a trembling moan, a warmth in the pit of your stomach, forcing you to clasp a hand on his shoulder. «Are you alright?», he slightly pulled away, just enough to leave your lips touching. Your mind took a bit to regain control over your body, the way his breath grazed your skin didn’t help. At all. «More than okay». Your hand traveled across his robe, moving the hem to expose his skin, the soft light from outside highlighted the muscles of the chest, tensing under your lingering touch. Zuko had to summon all his willpower to hold your gaze; he was sure he was red all the way to the tips of his ears but at least your cheeks looked flushed too (he just didn’t know it was because of his sudden exposure).

He was gathering his thoughts when you spoke, fingers timidly going their way through his hair. «You know all those times we… we kiss» «Yes» «And we kind of… kiss really…», you moved a hand between your two bodies, trying to push the concept out of you without words. But you just got a quizzical look from your boyfriend, making you let out an exasperated sigh «We kiss hard, Zuko» To this the Fire Lord’s face burst out in flames «O-Oh yes. Yes! We kiss h-hard», the way his stuttering was interrupted by an embarrassed cough was nearly enough to make you forget your own uneasiness. Nearly.

«We’ve never gone further than… your hands» «M-my…», he gulped «Hands» «On my body» «On your body» «Over the clothes» «Over your clothes» «I think I might want them under» «You think you might want th- what?! Oh Spirits». He tried to escape, turning his head toward the wall, the bed, the window, anywhere but you. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if you saw smoke coming out of his ears; his lips moved hysterically, but you couldn’t really get what he was trying to say. With a small chuckle you cupped his face. 

«Is it because of Mai?», you asked, as gently as you could. Zuko opened the mouth to contradict you but was quickly silenced by your soft look, he just couldn’t lie to your sweet gaze. With a sigh he leaned forward, pecking your lips, and caressing your cheekbone he whispered «Yes. I know you’ve never done anything and I don’t want you to feel forced by the fact that Mai and I…» «I don’t feel forced», it was your turn to kiss him «I appreciate your caring and I love how thoughtful you are. But if I’m telling you this it’s because I want this». It was as his golden eyes lit up for a second, the warmth from his body completely overwhelming yours. «Are you sure?», he asked, lips grazing yours with every word. «Yes»

And the same heat from before was back in a second. It was back in his kisses, in his touches around your body, in the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth. It was back in the way you two stumbled across the room, trying to find the bed without distancing from one another, as both of you pulled on your night clothes. When you finally felt the blankets under your back Zuko’s robe was completely off, the hem of your gown rose as the boy moved his leg between yours, straps sliding down your shoulders. Both your hands explored his body, drawing imaginary patterns on his exposed skin; the goosebumps raised with your touch made him shiver with a sigh, hot fingers tracing your sides, playing with the silky fabric, lifting it until you helped him taking the piece of clothing off. You always thought that on this occasion you would’ve been ashamed as hell, that you would’ve wanted to grab the sheets and hide from every gaze. But you were proved wrong. You didn’t feel the need to cover yourself, you let his eyes scan every inch of you that was uncovered.

«You are beautiful», Zuko wasted no time before kissing you again, taking your breath away before trailing his lips down your neck; a surprised moan left your lips as his teeth and tongue played with your skin and his hand kneaded your left breast. The lower part of both your bodies began to move in unison, making the desire of both of you evident, «Can you feel what you’re doing to me?», you heard the boy whisper and you couldn’t respond with anything other than another moan. You could feel how much he needed you against your thigh, his erection pressing to be freed from the boxers; your skin was on fire, you could feel the heat that spread from his hand as it traveled down the valley between your breasts, tracing the curve of your abdomen until he hooked two fingers inside the hem of your panties.

You could feel only the warm and pleasure he was giving to you, trying to let out only whimpers and soft moans, not willing to risk the others hearing you. «You’re so wet…», Zuko’s fingers traced your slit under the panties, his mouth glued to your neck. The others might not even hear you but certainly the marks the boy was intent on leaving on you would be very visible the next day. It would’ve been difficult to hide even those on your chest, considering the hunger with which the boy sucked the skin of your breasts. He inserted two fingers inside you and another moan, higher than the others, left your lips. «Zuko…», you whimpered, hips moving on their own to follow his pace «I need you» «I know». He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow and giggling breathlessly when he saw the look of frustration on your face when he pulled his fingers out.

You kicked off your underwear as he slipped off his boxers, stroking his shaft before aligning it to your entrance.

Zuko bent down to kiss your neck, moving up your cheek, towards your temple, the heated passion temporarily replaced by his usual sweetness as he intertwined the fingers of one hand with yours «It'll hurt a little�� tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”, he whispered against your skin. You nodded, bringing a hand to stroke his hair, grazing the back of his neck with your nails «I trust you Zuko». He pulled away just enough to peer into your eyes, leaving his body on yours, careful not to weigh on you but close enough for you to feel all the comfort that the warmth of his body gave you. He smiled and immediately entered you, leaning in to kiss your temple as you let out a pained moan. He continued to enter, slowly, feeling your walls tighten around him with every inch.

«Zuko…!» you breathed out, clawing at his back almost in panic, torn between pleasure and pain. The boy squinted, cursing «Fuck, Y/N… you’re tight» The way his expression changed made your cheeks heat up. His mouth was half open, neck muscles tense and eyebrows furrowed in a pleasured expression, your whole body reacted to the idea of being the cause of what he felt and you immediately warmed up. The burning you felt between your legs began to ease and when Zuko narrowed his eyes to look at you, his breath caught in his throat. «You’re beautiful», he whispered. His lips assaulted your neck, leaving a trail of rosy hickeys up to the front. «Zuko…», you moaned, scratching his shoulders with your nails «Move». «Yes», he smirked before starting to rock into you.

It was like something exploded into your chest, the pain disappeared almost completely, just a small hint that made the pleasure stronger. You were overwhelmed by him, by Zuko. He was on top of you, inside you, all over you… His hands were grabbing the pillow next to your head, tightening at each thrust of his hips inside of you. He moaned against your ear, making the tightness you felt in the pit of your stomach even tighter; you felt the need to feel him deeper and before you knew it you had wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him with your heels to go deeper. Zuko let out a surprised noise, immediately broken by a more pleasured one, his knuckles turning white as he bent down to take a nipple between his lips. «F-Fuck! You’re… mh… good», you murmured, causing a chuckle from him that vibrated against your skin. «Thanks, love», he whispered flicking his tongue and making your walls tighten around him.

His hands left the pillow to grip you thighs in a way that would surely leave visible bruises the next day, but you would worry tomorrow about which bathing suit to wear to cover them, what was occupying your mind at the moment was the way Zuko spread your legs, holding your pelvis up and starting to rock again leaving you to appreciate the new angle. His thrusts hand become erratic, his labored breaths sent shivers across your skin. He leant into your neck again, hiding in the crook of your shoulder. «I’m close» he whispered trembling against you, his tone was enough for your entire body to shake with a jolt of pleasure. «Me too», you panted «Please Zuko, I need you.. ah!» You were interrupted buy your own moan when he brought two fingers between your bodies, rubbing against your clit. The combination of his thrusts and fingers sent you over the edge, soon followed by Zuko, who moaned your name before pulling out and coming right away.

You fell into bed next to each other after cleaning yourself up, letting each other’s bodies warm you. You had a happy smile as you absentmindedly caressed Zuko’s chest, cheek resting on his collarbone. He had an arm embracing your waist, two fingers grazing your skin. «How was it?», he asked in a whisper and you felt yourself blush, instinctively snuggling into him. «Perfect. I didn’t think you had such a dominant side inside. You’re usually so shy…» This time it was his turn tu blush, you could tell simply by how he held his breath for just an instant, it wasn’t necessary for you to look at him. After a few more seconds of silence Zuko called your name, softly, his grip on your hip tightening almost imperceptibly. «What» «Let’s not fight anymore for these things»

You turned slowly, lifting your head to get a good look at him. The boy had a few strands stuck to his forehead and reddish cheeks. But you stopped with your gaze on his eyes, shiny and insecure. You immediately leaned towards him, kissing him slowly but deeply; he kissed you back, flicking his tongue against yours and stroking your cheek with his free hand. When you pulled away it was only a few inches. «Let’s not fight anymore for these things »

| The End |

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aaah yess thank you!!! can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to poison them? putting too much salt/pepper, sauce, etc! i don't know if you're ready to write yandere for andteam, tell me if that makes you uncomfortable.. i hope you're having a good day!!!

「 YANDERE! &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO POISON THEM 」

WARNING yandere, poisoning, attempted murder, profanity.

AUTHOR'S NOTE yeepiee let the empire of &team fics rise upon the top of the pinnacle lmao. requests r always open for &TEAM (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ also this is my first time trying out a reaction lol, tbh I had fun and I hope this turn out well for you anon.

K

“Ha, darling.” Kei crouched before your helpless form on the ground, a pathetic scene after being yanked by him. “What’s this?” his hand clutches the bottle he caught you pouring it in minutes ago. Yet he didn’t say anything, he even waited for you to serve it before him—with that grin splattered on his face, you didn’t even have a tad bit of regret.

You just wanted to be free. Free, that’s all you've ever wanted.

However, he’s too cruel, too cruel. Just why won’t he die?

“Trying to murder me? How cute.”

Your dark orbs rattling in terror yet glaring up to him cause him to chuckle, yet even those oh so innocence on his plump lips ceases to exist, tugging your hand up making you stand up on your feet. “Tell me, who brainwashed you to do this? Would it make you happy if I’m dead in front of you, love?”

“Yes! I want you dead! You– you freaking m-monster,” stuttering as you saw his eyes darkened even more, yet you don’t care, proceeding with the words you’re going to say. “I’d be so happy to see you fucking lifeless, just so I can be free!”

A menacing silence of terror consumes the space you two were in.

“Well then, too bad.” He leans in forward, a few inches close to your face. “I’d be so happy to see you limping through the floor, just so you can no longer be free. I wouldn’t mind.”

FUMA

His face contorted into rage, ultimately pushing your feet backwards in attempts to avoid his hysterical form at the table, smashing the plates and utensils—it’s broken pieces scattered all on the red carpet. You were beyond terrified, Fuma has never acted like this. Even when he threw you in the basement for the first time, he was gentle and caring, even when you spat insults at him—he was patient.

This was the first time.

“I’ve done nothing but be kind to you,” Fuma snapped his rattling orbs, red veins popping around his neck, his once properly brushed hair now messy to no return. “Yet this is what you repay me?”

“Fuck, babe. How about we have dinner together then?”

“No- no!” you screamed at him as he got a spoonful of rice, approaching you.

“I thought you wanted me to die so bad? Then join me, we could feast as long as we want in hell, darling!”

YUMA

A hum so delighted as he placed the spoon on the tip of his tongue, but as desperate as you were to see him chew it and consume it. Long finger grabbed ahold of your jaw, and your orbs rattled in beyond horror as he pushed his lips against you, forcing your mouth to open and the beads of rice blended into your wet flesh.

You fell on your knees, splayed fingers clutching your mouth trying to get the poisonous dish off your esophagus.

A sheer giggle emits from the male standing beside you, hands grabbing a fistful of your hair—forcing your face to meet those psychotic gaze.

“I can see you want me to eat it, so I was thinking that it would be nice to share it with you too.”

NICHOLAS

“Pfft.” a menacing giggle emitted from the older boy, causing your arms to snap in fear after he dropped the rice-filled spoon onto the table. “Can’t you be any more dense?”

“See, guess I haven’t taught you enough under there? Tell me. I would be happier to spend more time with you.”

Glint of a blade flashed through your eyes causing you to squint almost immediately, horror splattered on your face as he twirls it around his fingers. Sadistic is what you call him, Nicholas lives on in your pain regardless of how much he says he cares for you. Grabbing the Polaroid camera, he did—as he approached you in a leisure manner.

You shook your head as you trembled before him, unable to utter anything to save your life.

A fit of laughter emits from Nicholas, as he crouched before you. "Babe, you're the reason why my head—" he tapped his fingers against his forehead, "Isn't functioning anymore. All it thinks about is you... crying actually."

"Now, say cheese."

EJ

He went hysterical of it, throwing you off the chair and yet immediately apologised like crazy. Constantly repeating how sorry he was for hurting you and stuff which immediately guilted you, like what the actual fuck?

“I get it that you want to kill me, but could you atleast give me the chance before you try to do so?” his teared up orbs held so much affection in it as he rubs your arm gently.

It threw you off, “I-i…”

“Next time, I’ll make sure to let you go. Just please, give me a chance. Give me time, if you still don’t like me then I'll let you go.”

You didn’t utter anything, only nodding over how desperate he was and how bliss replaced his contorted expressions in a swift speed as he pulled you in a tight embrace. Yet oblivious you were as the boy in your arms, smirking to himself. Sure, he was beyond pissed over your bold actions but how could he destroy his hard-earned innocent image? Yes he kidnapped you, restrained you against your wishes but it was because you were so oblivious.

His teary doe eyes fell on the floor, meticulously calculating the next step of his plan.

JO

“I could’ve saluted you if you tried harder, you know.”

“What?” you bit your lip against the peering of the male sitting on the couch, the bowl of soup left unattended on top of the table. His slouching back facing you, however his voice laced with something you couldn’t comprehend only fuels the shivering on your hands as you tried to stop it.

Jo stood up in silence, turning over his shoulder where a gentle smile remained on his lips—approaching you ever so slowly, holding the plate on his other hand. “Did you put something in here?”

“W-what do you mean?” you lowered your eyes, avoiding his dark orbs. “Why does it taste salty? If you want, I can—”

“Nothing, it’s just nice. But I think that maybe, we could let someone have this.” Jo’s lips pulled up menacingly. “Let them have the soup you made, that’s how kind I am, right?”

HARUA

Harua stayed silent as he chewed, ultimately spitting it off to your utter horror. You could only observe as his heavy dark gaze fixated on you as he wiped his stained lips off with the white cloth as gently as possible—as if his initial reactions weren’t scary enough.. Quiet he was, but the dread consuming you had your knees tremble as an unnerving giggle emits from him, hissing at last.

“I-I’m sorry-”

“I don’t need your sorry.” He spat out, eyes widening and eyebrows raising in mockery. “I’ve given you enough chances, I guess you are just an ungrateful brat.”

“Do you think I'm dumb enough not to see how fucking excited you were to see me eat it?” Harua lifted his finger up to his lower up, pouting like a child. "I got to admit, though. That look, absolutely looks wonderful.

"However, do you think you can hold that look as I break your arms apart? You wouldn't need it anymore anyways, right?"

TAKI

“Say,” Taki turns his attention to you, chewing supposedly a dish you've poisoned. "How about you beg before I count to three?"

That alone was enough for your chair to screech against the floor, falling on your knees. "I- I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"

"Tsk, tsk. How foolish, are we, princess?" Your face received a harsh blow against the cold wooden floor, a stark contrast from his gentle voice. "I don't think begging is enough—"

Whimpering as you clutched your stinging cheeks from the impact.

Ogling his eyes out akin to a madness spiralling out from it, "You should at least show me how sorry you are by letting me carve my name on you, atleast?"

MAKI

“It tastes so good, I wonder what you put in it!” exclaimed Maki, a grin so wide and bright that it made your stomach churned. You felt sick around him, his puppy vibes.

"I- I just added some extra spices, you know..—" you waited in desperation for the poison to kick in, searching for the signs on his face.

Then came a giggle from the boy himself, "What are you so intently waiting for? If you're waiting for me to die then it's game over."

You found your tongue tied immediately when you caught on to what Maki uttered out loud. Yet despite that, that wide grin never ceases to exist.

"Cause love," that huge grin on his face only grew menacingly wider—yet those fluttering eyelashes lifted it's veil off the pitch black orbs peering into your soul. "It's on your food."

You hold your mouth as soon as he uttered those words, trying to vomit it all out. However the boy hummed in delight, placing his chin on his hands. "It's a joke, darling."

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ahh!! awesome! could you write a miniseries stozier x FTM reader smut that takes place post them defeating pennywise the first time? (obvi a good while after so they’re an appropriate age) like the reader notices that stan is pulling away from the group and that richie is being avoidant about it/deflecting a lot and decides to talk to the two of them and things escalate from there

or if you’re not comfortable with ship x reader: a miniseries richie x FTM reader where the reader saves richie from a beating by henry bowers and comes out to richie (bonus points if you can work in a reference to the teenage werewolf in the basement incident into the fic <3)

1960s!RICHIE T. X 1960s!STAN U. X FTM!READER

Warnings: mature language, penetration, blowjobs, cunnilingus, unprotected smut, threesome

Summary: They had defeated Pennywise for years at this point, but the haunting presents of the clown had yet to leave them. They are now exiting their finale year of high school, when at Billy’s graduation party, Stan and Richie enter a private argument. Or what they thought was private - until y/n stumbles into the room to declare peace.

Notes: Never in my life would I think I would be writing a Stozier fic, but I found it as a challenge to overcome. All characters are 18/19, so no underage private time. I haven’t written is so long so please excuse typos or just shit writing. Long intro, and I kind of altered the story from the request slightly. Enjoy my readers!

There was never the intention for y/n to become an ease dropper, but he had somehow ended up as one. Eddie was freaking out over spilled punch and Billy had used all the downstairs towels for cleaning up a mess earlier that night that y/n took on the responsibility to hunt for some replacements. Which lead him to finding Richie and Stan in Billy’s room - whisper shouting at each other.

“I told you, Richard, everything is fine with me,” there is a pause in Stanley’s speech, “I’m just…I don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t know how else to move on - except to just leave.”

Richie grabs Stan’s shoulders, forcing him to look each other in the eyes.

“You don’t think I feel the same? But that’s not what this is about. You know that. The other’s keep asking me about you, and I’m always left with no response-”

“I’m sure that’s new for you.”

“IT IS! I tell them you’re at Boy Scouts, or bird watching! Because I can’t just tell them that you can’t even stand to look at any of them anymore since all you can see is that stupid clown’s face!” Richie’s face starts to turn red.

A beat of silence until another word is spoken.

“I apologize that my absents causes so many issues for you.”

“Don’t, Stan. Don’t turn this into something it’s not. I’m asking you to stop running. You have no idea the affect you have on me. You ignore us- me, and I feel like I’m loosing a part of myself.”

“Maybe it’s for the best-” Stan is about to finish his sentence when all of a sudden the door swings open. Y/n stumbles into the room awkwardly catching their balance.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” y/n tries to say casually. He doesn’t want them to know he was listening for so long. But they both look at y/n with a suspicious stare.

“You’re not,” they say in unison and then smirk at their actions.

Stanley pulls away from Richie’s grip, and heads for the door. But right before he brushes past, he is grabbed by y/n’s firm hands. A shiver runs down his spine excitedly. Y/n leans into their shared space and whispers, “Don’t go, Stan. Let me talk first”. Y/n leads Stan to sit on the bed, and shoots Richie a look that says ‘you too’.

Y/n stands before the two boys and begins his speech, “Ok, so I was definitely listening before I fell in. Which I am sorry for doing, but I know - we all know that something is wrong with you two. Stan, you’ve been MIA for weeks. Even when you’re in the same room as us, you’re mentally a million miles away. You saw shit that some of us didn’t but you’re letting it drift you away. We miss you. I miss you.”

Y/n sees tears start to build in the dark haired boy’s eyes and something in him shifts. Y/n can’t help himself as he bends down to wipe the boy’s tears away. He shares a smile as he does so. Their hands intertwine as y/n shifts towards Richie’s direction.

“As for you carrot top,” a giggle leaves Richie’s mouth at the name, “you’re always a loud mouth but recently- everything is a fucking joke to you. This is the first time in a while that I’ve heard you have a serious conversation. You criticize Stan for running away but don’t pretend that you’re not avoiding the pain too”. Y/n takes his free hand to run his palm softly across the other boy’s freckled face, “Now, please, tell me what I can do to help relieve you both of these feelings?”

Stanley hums to grab y/n’s attention, and leans forward to connect their foreheads. Before any more questions can be asked, both of their lips are touching. Stan moans into the kiss while he slides his left hand on to Richie’s thigh. His thigh shakes at the touch like a jolt of electricity runs through him. Richie moves into action, running his own hands over y/n’s hair and shoulders. He begins to leave kisses on each piece of skin he touches.

Y/n pulls apart from the kiss to catch his breath, and bends his neck to open more room for Richie’s mouth to suck. Stan rubs his hardening cock through his jeans while watching the show before him. The sucking comes to a pause so a whisper could be shared, “I think this is us showing you our gratitude”. The sucking instantly continuing. Y/n smiles at Stanley and can feel himself start to get wet.

“Don’t just sit there, baby. Show me what you want,” y/n request.

Both of the other men guide y/n onto the bed, with his face towards the ceiling, they begin to undress him until only his underwear remains. Richie begins to undress himself while Stan kisses the happy trail leading to y/n’s wet entrance. Stan shoots a look up, asking for permission, which is granted with a moan and a nod of the head.

“Your body is beautiful, y/n. I can’t wait to feel how good it is to be inside of you,” Richie is rubbing his cock right in front of y/n’s face while speaking pure filth, “But first, Stan the Man here is going to get you nice and loose. I bet you like his tongue.”

The only sound Stan makes in response, is his tongue sliding into y/n’s pussy to then slide out so he can suck on the clit. The minute he begins to focus on that area, a deep groan leaves y/n throat. But before he could make any more sound, Richie grabs his jaw and slides his long cock into y/n’s mouth. A sweet bliss washes over all of the men.

For a few beats, the only sounds that could be heard are the sucking sounds of skin and moans that sound like a choir. Y/n’s legs are shaking around his lover’s head while Richie gasps with pleasure from the friction of the tongue against his dick. The edge of his climax creeping upon him.

“I’m going to fucking cum all over your face, baby” Richie purrs.

All of a sudden, Stanley pulls his head up and lays a hand on Richie’s shoulder to pause the action. Stanley demands, without saying a word, for Richie to lay on his back while positioning y/n on top of the laying boy’s stomach. Stanley once again shoots a questioning look towards y/n - asking for consent. The request is eagerly accepted.

Richie is heard whinnying as Stanley leads the boy’s slim cock into the soaking entrance of their shared lover. A sigh of relief leaves y/n’s mouth as they finally become full. A sudden new sigh escapes him when he feels his cunt stretch perfectly to fit another cock inside. Both of the other men are gripping and kissing any flesh available to them.

Finally, Stanley utters his first words, “We’re going to cum inside of you. You’re our angel.”

Richie is sucking their lover’s nipples while reaching around to grip Stanley’s ass, helping the man to thrust deeper inside. Y/n is moving his hips in the best direction to feel his g-spot getting hit repeatedly. His nails scratching the surface of Richie’s scalp - Richie groaning and thrusting like an animal in response. Stanley, on the hand, is fucking like he has it all mapped out. Every move has a purpose and direction: making everyone cum.

“Fuck me harder! I’m close…so, so fucking close,” y/n demands.

Richie is there too, leaking inside the other’s hole.

Stanley slams his thick cock in the perfect spot that y/n jolts forward, climaxing as Richie’s cock slips out. His cum covering Stan’s stomach and y/n’s ass. Richie quickly moving his hands to stimulate Stan’s nipples - just enough touch to get the dark haired boy to groan out his sign of climax.

Y/n didn’t need to hear the groan though. He felt the warm fluid coat his raw insides. Finally feeling complete and fulfilled.

“Goddamn that’s Stan the fucking man!”

“Shut up, Richie.”

[lokisgoodgirl]

hiiiii do you have any tips for someone who is just starting to post fics?? I'm an author but haven't posted ff in literal years and never on Tumblr, so I want to make sure I don't step on any toes or break some kind of fic etiquette first!!! <3 tia

Hey sweet!😍 How exciting that you're dipping your toe in the tumblrsphere!!!

Since you're a seasoned writer, here are some tips about other things:

No.1 Piece of Advice - Talk to people!!!!!! Be nice!!!! Let your freak flag fly!!! You sent me an ask apologising for being all over my posts ATM...DON'T!!! That is literally the best thing you could do. It's how you get to know other users, how you recognise each other, how you build little in jokes and suss out your people. Please please involve yourself in your fandom. Fics, silly things. Exposing yourself (careful...) and getting to know writers is honestly the best thing. Results will vary depending on other users you approach, but it's the best way to feel like you're not posting into a void. And reblog things you read, or that make you laugh! Especially if you're a writer, and you read fics... do unto others as you would have done unto you or naff off with the right to complain when people don't share yours, is my view (not you personally, just in general) (If you weren't aware, on Tumblr, reblogs are the best way to show appreciation/ share work - but comments are also great.) The read more button. You need to insert this on your fics (it's what causes the 'read more' line to appear at a certain point you choose.) A couple of paragraphs/lines/whatever in, press enter and this button will appear on the bar

It's the black squiggly one at the far right. This means that your post won't be 3 miles long and is more shareable - and also it means anyone who shares it won't have a huge long post on their dash :)

Tags/Warnings As well as your fandom # tags a lot of people add warnings at the top of the fics (for things ranging from smut, to various kinks, to anything triggering) Approaches to this vary, no ones perfect - but especially where things are obviously sensitive topics, include these to avoid upsetting people.

Headcanon Etiquette If someone's thought/headcanon they've posted inspires you, and it's very specific and inspires an idea - drop them a message to ask if they mind you writing something about it and credit them in the post because I've seen some absolute audacity in my time and it's never ok. I'm in no way saying you'd do this, but it's my biggest pet peeve. Just be respectful of other people's imaginations, basically. It's literally all we have here 🤣

Feel free to pop me a message if you think there's anything I can help with and I'll do my best 💖

[dragon-queen21]

Okay, I just had a thought about more shenanigans that some other characters would get into, but I realized that some of these characters would be a tippy toe from bursting into song if given the chance. I know this isn’t agere related, but I felt like sharing anyway because why not

Characters that would burst into song at the drop of a hat:

Jigglypuff - Everybody run before you fall asleep and she puts marker all over you if she starts singing! Either that or pretend to sleep because she won’t stop singing to breathe

Mitsuri - Never give her a music playlist unless you want to sit for hours while she rambles on about each of the songs in a musical, ESPECIALLY HAMILTON, THERE IS TOO MANY SONGS TO MAKE IT A SHORT CONVERSATION!

Maya Fae (Ace Attorney) - Abby Trott voices her, I’m not gonna be surprised if she starts repeating Baby Shark out of nowhere

Tanjiro Kamado - Give him 10 minutes and he will not shut up, much to Zenitsu’s chagrin

Tengen Uzui - The last person to ask for music suggestions unless you’re okay with him being super critical about any song you bring him if he doesn’t like it

Clefairy - IDK, they just seem like it

Kyojuro Rengoku - Look up a video of Jonah Platt & Mark Whitten (first person not someone I’m familiar with) singing “The Riddle Song” from Floyd Collins, and you’ll see why I put the flame flavored Kirby on here

Side note: Mark Whitten is Kyojuro’s English VA for all his appearances in Demon Slayer

Sanemi Shinazugawa - Not in public, but he probably would

Shinobu Kocho - Her English VA has done a cover of “Soldier, Poet, King” and did a hand puppet short musical about why she loves Kingdom Hearts, there’s a chance Kocho would at least hum

Hu Tao - She will do it for free

Mona - Will do it to get money

Venti - He already does it for apples. See Shinobu above.

Paimon - She will get bored, she will find some way to make it a scene, do not test her, SHE WILL DO IT

Beidou - Give her whatever alcohol you have that she likes and the whole crew is doing it

Childe - You can thank Griffin Burns for this, he’s already made meme song covers

Kagome - She probably had an iPod in her time period, it’s not like she wouldn’t do it

Klee - FOR THE LOVE OF BARBATOS, DO NOT LET HER WATCH COCOMELON, IT WILL BE THE END OF JEAN ;W;

Kaeya - He will be like “This is the song that doesn’t end, and it goes on and on, my friends, some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they will keep on singing it no matter what because this is the song that never ends and it goes on and on, my friends, some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they’ll keep on singing it forever just because-” just to annoy Diluc, and poor Diluc will lose his mind within the hour because the song will keep going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and eventually he will freak out and then Albedo losing control is gonna be the least of their worries with the way Diluc will start causing problems over not wanting to hear singing from anyone IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN

Kazuha (I know he’s from Inazuma, but he has to frequent Liyue often with Beidou and the Alcor, he’s getting that exception) - While it won’t be often, he’d most likely hum a bit if the mood strikes him; DO NOT INTERRUPT HIM WHILE HE DOES IT

Itto - The most obvious pick because he already does it XD

Yoimiya - Not sure if this is a character you know much about, but I’m willing to bet that if she got a chance, and convinced to do so, she’d probably do it

Cyno - I know he’s from Sumeru and that’s not a region you’re familiar with, but hear me out: search for We.B song covers, and then get back to if you think he’d be singing or not (PS: Same VA as Kaigaku from Demon Slayer)

I have a lot more than just the ones listed that I think would be singing at any point, but they were part of stuff that weren’t in your fandom list, so I avoided mentioning them in case to avoid confusion. It was kind of a slow day for me at the time of writing this, so this was super long. I hope this ramble is something fun for you to read, Mayliz!

Hello again friend!

~I used to be like Mitsuri lol. Not in way of Hamilton music but just over explaining the meanings to the song lyrics that I liked.

~The audible gasp at finding out you know ace attorney. Maya my beloved. Best girl >:3 She would annoy Phoenix to no end. Just finds the one song that he hates and will not stop singing it.

~Tengen would be so judgmental. And I feel like even when he’s trying not to be, he just raises an eyebrow like “oh, this is what you listen to? No clearly you need flashier taste)

~I couldn’t find the song with Shinobu’s va that you mentioned sadly :<

~Hu Tao is another one who will do it just to annoy Zhongli

~Assuming you mean Kagome from Inuyasha, can’t think of any other characters I know with her name lol- her and Miroku would be music buddies. Sharing earbuds to listen to the same songs together. Annoying everyone else. Idk it’s just a cute idea.

~Bdjsjjdbsk oh my gosh. Kaeya would be the one to show Klee cocomelon.

~All I am imagining is the hero of Mondstadt getting called in, over the threat Diluc poses from the sheer rage of hearing that song one more time. And Paimon would start in singing too until she’s met with Diluc’s weapon swinging just a tad bit too close for comfort.

(Also go look up the annoying pigeon meme. I can imagine Kaeya, Venti and possibly Rosaria doing that to Diluc)

~Kazuha and Beidou- look up the song ‘my mother told me, gingertail cover’ and tell me they wouldn’t be singing that together. Or at least I could see Beidou doing it.

~Since we are talking crossovers anyways, thought I would being up the random fact that Yoimiya reminds me so much of Kohaku from dr stone. Just in character design at least haha

~Random side note, the characters I know from genshin are all over the place as I don’t actually play the game. (I tried too but my ipad can’t handle the storage needed to play it and that’s the only device I have that even had the possibility of running it, so yeah >\\\< hyperfixations are weird sometimes)

But I do know Cyno or of him, anyways yeah I could see it >:3

This was super fun to read through! I always look forward to all your headcanons they are always so fun. Thank you for sharing! <3 If you want to share more I would be more than happy to hear, even if I don’t know the characters :3

[atthelowestfromao3]

So guys today a funny thing happened and I would like to share. Have y'all seen that movie Yesterday? So yeah me and my uni bestie decided to watch that and y'all in the movie suddenly the Beatles disappear from nowhere and that caused me to freak out because a new deep fear unlocked like what if someday sunddenly ao3 doesn't exist ???? That's like my biggest fear so I decided to as soon as possible to go to a store and then download In the dark from ao3 my favorite of my favorites in my favorites list of fics ever and make a book version to be sure and that's my level of paranoid. That's how much I love something I really take it seriously. By the way, if haven't already read that masterpiece y'all the world could end tomorrow go do it

alsoooo I finnished another chapter but im not posting today because I have to read it again to try avoid mistakes or like make sure I didn't use a quote twice (I tend to do that a lot I like to write a quote and then mix the order until I find one I like)

Hope y'all had a wonderful day and sending love as always,

Ya girl, Alice

P.S: I love writing in here like a letter

[eds6ngel]

my way of life ! ˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚

summary: six months into your relationship, you teach eddie how to help change your stoma bag -- a huge part of your everyday life.

warnings: gn!reader. modern!au? (i don't know the history of stomas). mentions of illness. mentions of hospitals. mentions of procedure. mentions of food. mentions of scars. swearing. established relationship. fluff. comfort. eddie being a gentle bean and extra supportive!! [1.9k].

authors note: hi everyone!! i thought i'd take it upon myself to do a lil bit of education and write a fic which is very important to my life. i got a stoma fitted last year and have always had fears of relationships since then. so for my one year stoma anniversary last week, i thought i'd write a fic of eddie learning about how to change a stoma bag as well as everyone reading to gain a little bit of knowledge. hope you enjoy and hopefully learn something!! by the way, this is my way of changing my stoma bag. i do not speak for all ostomates and our bag change routine can vary from person to person!!

ulcerative colitis. noun. : a chronic disease in which abnormal reactions of the immune system cause inflammation and ulcers on the inner lining of your large intestine.

stoma. noun. : an opening on the abdomen that can be connected to either your digestive or urinary system to allow waste (urine or faeces) to be diverted out of your body.

“Okay, could you pass me the can of spray over?”

Living with a long-term health condition was not the easiest. You got taken into hospital at the age of seven when you started having violent nausea. You couldn’t stomach a thing, even water was an issue by the end. After running many different tests and scans, it turned out your colon had become super inflamed, leading to your diagnosis of ulcerative colitis. Usually, it can be kept under control, but you were unfortunately too far gone, your colon on the brink of bursting from its inflammation, which could have led to your potential death.

So, after emergency surgery and a wonderful three weeks in the hospital, you returned home with the end of your intestine permanently sewn onto the outside of your body with a bag attached. You were thankful it wasn’t anything too harmful, if anything, you could still live a regularly normal life. Yet, there was always one worry at the back of your mind. Future relationships.

The worries starting coming in at the age of thirteen, as soon as you hit puberty. All your girl friends were gushing about boys, kissing and dating, whilst you contemplated whether anyone would even want you. That was until you met Eddie.

Eddie Munson was well-known around the town of Hawkins as the residential freak. He was accused of sacrificing teenage girls to young children, even babies to the Devil. Yet, he was always confident within himself, never letting that label drag him down. And that confidence made you fall for him hard. And at the time, you didn’t realise that the metalhead was also eyeing you lovingly from a distance.

After years of pining, you two finally got together. You couldn’t hide your condition, especially in the way that it limits the types of foods you can eat. When you were sat at Benny’s Burgers for your first date, Eddie ordered a basket of fries to share between the two of you, but when they came with the skin on, you sat there munching away at your salad-free burger, avoiding the food that could potentially cause you a lot of pain.

After freaking Eddie out for not touching the fries, feeling as if he did something wrong, you went on a mini rant all about your condition, leading to Eddie not caring in the slightest and ordering you two baskets of onion rings in replacement.

You always assumed that your extra planning would become an issue at some point in time, but it never did. Eddie would call you up, ask you out on a date, and follow up telling you the place name with the food available and accessibility of the venue. The first time he did this, you sobbed down the phone at his caring nature, the words of “I phoned the place and they have a disabled bathroom and lots of pasta options, so it’s not a problem for you,” still ringing in your ear to this day.

Today was your bag change day. As the years went by, you went from changing your bag every single day to every four days, much more manageable in your hectic high school schedule. However, since you sometimes got the odd bag malfunction, either through tears, overflows or the material not working correctly, you decided to teach Eddie how to change your bag with you, as it’s always better to have two people than one in an emergency.

Eddie hands you over the can of spray, you shaking it and taking off the lid, “Okay, so what I do, which I’ll probably do myself anyway, is just grab the corner of the sticky part and spray at it. It doesn’t take much, I can usually do a quick spray, peel it back, and then repeat. Pretty much how you would use any spray to peel off anything in life.”

Eddie mumbles an “Okay,” watching with intent as you spray and peel, taking the bag off and throwing it in the waste bag you had sat next to you. “Right,” you begin, “Now, one of these dry wipes, I’ll just stick over the top of the stoma, just in case it becomes active and wants to release anything. You never know with this thing,” you softly laugh.

“Okay baby, your time to shine,” you say to him, Eddie fully ready to become a helping hand, “Take one of those dry wipes and dunk it in that warm water for me, and then just wring it out like you would any old towel.”

He copies your steps, the dry wipe becoming wet as it absorbs the water, Eddie grabbing it in the palm of his hand and squeezing the water out. You smile at him, passing him back the can of spray, “Great, now you see this residue here?” you ask, pointing to the black ring on your stomach where your stoma bag had been placed, him nodding as you continue, “We need to remove this. So, just spray the wipe for me and then gently scrub off the residue.”

He wraps his hand underneath the unfolded wipe, gripping it in a comfortable position and spraying the end, leaning over, his tongue poking out in concentration, as he tends to the black residue. He places one hand softly on the side of your stomach, scrubbing away at the stain, before looking up to you with the biggest doe-eyes, softly asking you, “Is that good?”

It was a bit rough, some patches still having some residue, so you encourage him to spray multiple times, one attempt usually not enough to tackle the entire black ring, and how it could cause a slight rash if you scrub too aggressively, something you learnt the hard way.

“Next job, we need to actually clean the stoma itself, because it’s always a little yucky,” you tell him with a laugh, “So, just wet another wipe and then we’re just gonna wipe all that crap away, okay?”

“Seems pretty simple,” he shrugs, dipping another wipe in the water, ringing it out as you lift up the dry wipe and discard it in the waste bag. He attends to your stoma as carefully as possible, you giggling as you say, “The actual stoma doesn’t hurt baby, it doesn’t have any nerve endings.”

“Oh,” he lets out, “That’s kinda badass.” You laugh at his statement, nobody ever complimenting you in that regard before. It was a strange compliment, but it was Eddie, so not only was it very him, you also enjoyed every bit of it.

Two wet wipes later, and the stoma is clean, him discarding the dirty wipes in the black, waste bag and you putting a fresh dry wipe over the stoma. “Okay, the final two steps are kinda a ‘watch and learn’ type of thing. So, I’ll just talk you through it if that’s okay?”

He smiles, “Of course my love, teach me the ways of the stoma bag changing,” he dramatically acts, pressing a quick peck to your cheek. You laugh as you ask, “Could you pass me that yellow-coloured ring please?”

“As you wish, m’lady,” he speaks in a posh accent, bowing and holding out the ring between both of his hands, as if some sort of luxury.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you replicate him in his voice, peeling off the two plastic outers, “Right, so you kinda just mould this, I suppose. You press it down,” you demonstrate, using the base of your fingers to increase the area of the pelican ring, pressing it down so it is flatter, and stretching it slightly. “Now, you just put it right around the stoma,” you state, placing the ring perfectly snug around the red stub.

“How did you even get that right first time?” Eddie asks in a confused manner, questioning how you placed it around your stoma so perfectly.

“Practice makes perfect. How do you manage to play Master of Puppets with no mistakes?”

“You know what? Good point,” he says with a grin, “So, what is the final step to this perfect routine? I assume it is this wonderful thing,” he says, holding up your black stoma bag between his fingers, shaking it with a content smile on his face.

“You would be correct,” you confirm, taking it from his hands, “Again, peel off the plastic back. A lot of excess plastic in this process,” you laugh, taking off the back and throwing it in the waste bag for a final time. “Now, watch and learn baby. I fold this part, so the hole is split down the middle, I line the bottom of the fold up with the bottom of the stoma, and boom! Fold it over so it fits around it and we’re done!”

“Is that seriously it?” he asks, checking to make sure there’s no more extra steps.

“Uh huh,” you brightly say, “That’s all. I just press down on it to make sure it sticks to my skin well and then get dressed like any other normal human being.”

“Hey,” he points a finger at you, staring into your eyes, “You are normal, okay? You’re no different to me than any girl who wouldn’t have their beautiful red, stubby intestine on the outside of their body,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, grabbing the waste bag, tying it up and heading out to his kitchen to throw it in the trash.

“You know, you’re the only one making intestines sound like gorgeous things,” you giggle as he returns to his bedroom, running up to the bed and jumping on top of you, playfully nibbling at the skin on your chest and littering kisses all over your face.

“They are beautiful! Why on Earth are you suggesting otherwise?” he questions, laying his head on your stomach, directly next to your stoma bag.

“Because they are gross!” you exclaim with a laugh, “You haven’t touched the thing! It’s so odd!”

“Well,” he places a kiss on your stomach, “Whenever I next see you change this thing, I wanna touch it. Prove to you it isn’t that gross.”

You stroke his hair as you look into his chocolate brown eyes, whispering out an “Okay.”

“Besides,” he vocalizes, stroking the scar that covers right down the centre of your stomach, “You have this beautiful, badass scar that I get to worship every time you take your shirt off. One of the most gorgeous things about you.”

“Thought the actual stoma was the most gorgeous thing?” you tease.

He looks up at you, pretending to think, “Hmm, stoma comes a close second. The scar definitely takes the top spot.”

“I agree,” you say, softly laughing as you kiss the crown of his head, leaning up as you lift yourself off of his bed. You head over to his closet, his trailer now becoming your second home, half of your clothes now filling up his space, “Now, what should I wear today?”

You always found it easier to change your stoma bag in just your underwear, so in typical Eddie fashion, he is enjoying the view of your ass currently on display, him asking you seductively, “You got that cute ass skirt I love you in hiding in there?”

You turn around, copying the smirk that was situated on his face as he lays down on his front on his bed. God, this man was gonna be the death of you.

i really hope you enjoyed this and learnt something new!! up to an estimated one million people in the usa have stomas, so you never know when you might meet someone with one!! remember: it's an invisible disability (or chronic illness for that matter), so you might have already met an ostomate without knowing it!!

[iturnlemonadeintolemons]

what is henious bitch of a wip and can we get a sneak peak

i know from experience if a wip is causing such suffering it's usually because it's one rollercoaster of a fic 👀

Heinous Bitch Of A Wip (capitalized!) is just so, so, so

exhausting

I really want to finish it, it's just so damn hard. I swear, I take a break from studying and I open my laptop and the file, and I just sit and stare at it like a moron wondering what to write and what's going to happen while fully knowing what's going to happen because I am the one who is writing it.

I've been writing bits and pieces of it for years, and I've passed the 12k limit without actually publishing any of it, which sucks. Like I said, it's a HP au, with KC through the years. However, I am nearing the end of the bits and pieces stage (I think) so I'm going to start doing the middle parts now. I'm not going to be optimistic and set a schedule for myself, because there's no way I'll actually end up following it. *cackling*

HOWEVER, I will share an excerpt of a conversation between Enzo, Bonnie, and Caroline a few weeks ago. It's incomplete, but it's one of my favourite pieces that I loved writing.

“He’s a dick.”

Bonnie looks up, startled, while Enzo doesn't look up at all, furiously scribbling his charms essay instead. “Indeed.”

“What?” Bonnie hisses.

“He’s a dick,” Enzo says monotonously, not taking his eyes off his parchment, his eyes spitting fury at his quill.

“Who is?” Bonnie asks, completely lost.

“Just agree and move on so she’ll leave us alone and you can help me,” Enzo hisses, holding his quill between his teeth and scrambling for a new one.

Bonnie frowns. “She’s our friend.”

“We’ll be down a friend if Flitwick gives me detention because I will kill her, love, so don’t say anything to her, and tell me the wrist movement for brackium emendo, quick.”

“Who’s a dick, Care?” Bonnie asks Caroline loudly, shooting a dirty look at her boyfriend, who groans and collapses onto the common room floor. “Do you need me to hex him?”

“Did you have to?” Enzo whines, yelping when Caroline kicks his shin. Bonnie glares at him and turns back to Caroline.

“What happened? Who’s a dick?”

“Him,” Caroline growls out menacingly.

“Yes, I understand it’s a him,” Bonnie says patiently. “Who is him?”

Enzo sets down his quill and lets out a snarl. “Girlfriend and best friend as you both may be, I’d like to take this moment to remind the both of you that I am very well versed at the Langlock charm and I won't hesitate to use it on the pair of you if you don’t shut up.”

“Klaus Mikaelson,” Caroline growls out, something akin to danger in her eyes.

“Should’ve kept my mouth shut,” Bonnie mutters forlornly.

“Is that right?” Enzo snarls.

“I cannot believe that freaking asshat—” Caroline rants, completely ignoring Enzo as he curses and flips open his charms textbook.

“That pile of dragon dung—”

“Oh, bloody hell,” Enzo says irritably, letting out a curse when he can't locate his quill. “Bonnie, love, quick, give me a new quill.”

“He’s a disgusting, pompous, entitled asshole—”

“Care, what did he do?”

“BONNIE! QUILL!”

“It’s not what he did, it’s what he’s been doing for the past year,” Caroline complains.

“I NEED A BLOODY QUILL!”

“SHUT UP!”

Caroline swears and rummages in her bag and throws him a quill, which Enzo lunges for and dives for his parchment, resuming his furious scribbling.

“You're being such a bad best friend right now! You're supposed to make supportive noises and nod sympathetically while I rant, you ass.”

“Gorgeous, as much as I would absolutely love to listen to you prattle on about blokes, I have a charms essay to redo and a detention I hope to avoid. For fuck’s sake, please, either help me or talk to Bonnie.”

“You know, he asked me out two weeks ago,” Caroline huffs. “For the third time. And he made all these grand declarations of love and everything, that he fancied me and stuff—”

“Well,” Bonnie says unhelpfully, “he does.”

“I told him that if he wanted to date me, he was going to have to be more mature, and show me that he was worth it, and he said yes, and today, I find him hanging Jeremy Gilbert upside down by his socks because he stole Kol’s green scarf and turned it red today at breakfast. Him and his cronies, giggling while Klaus drawls at Jeremy—and when he saw me, he went all pale and stopped the spell and ran after me. Like he actually cares about me. As if, Klaus Mikaelson, screw you, with your I fancy yous and your stupid dimples. You can just give them all to your stupid girlfriend with the pretty red hair and her perfect skin and the annoying voice and the way she calls you baby—honestly, if you can't handle monogamy don’t promise it, you don’t have to lie—”

“How do you spell densuago?”

“Shut up, Enzo. Care, I know it was stupid of him but he’s always been a prick, right? Why are you so surprised—oh.”

“What?” Caroline snaps.

“Yes, what?” Enzo asks, now suddenly interested.

“You're not upset because of Jeremy,” Bonnie says slowly. “You're upset because he’s hanging out with Aurora De Martel. You're jealous.”

“I am not,” Caroline snarls, “jealous.”

“Well,” Enzo smirks. “This just got a whole lot more interesting.”

“Don’t you have a charms essay to finish?” Caroline snaps.

“Don’t you have Mikaelson’s dimples to moon about?” Enzo taunts, quickly casting a shield charm to block Caroline’s hex.

“Stop it,” Bonnie says hastily, casting a pitying look towards Caroline. “Care, I get it. It's not like I can't see the appeal. He’s smart, and he plays Quidditch, and he’s hot—”

“He is not hot.”

“I'm attracted to girls and taken and even I can see it,” Enzo says lazily, cackling when Caroline's second hex is blocked by the shield charm.

“There’s nothing to be jealous of because I don’t like him! He’s a smug jerk—”

“Who fancies you,” Enzo pipes up, unable to stop himself from butting into the conversation he’d wanted to avoid.

Caroline shoots him a filthy look. “I hope Flitwick makes you clean the bed pans in the hospital wing for your detention, fuckwad.”

“I hope Mikaelson snogs every girl within a five kilometre radius, Gorgeous,” Enzo retorts.

Bonnie sighs, rubs her temples.

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[hellsdisneyprincess]

Charlie sat on her bed in solemn contemplation. She felt that it was probably for the best that she made notes to people, just in case she didn't make it. Things left unsaid. Regrets. Appreciation. Love. Hope.

She spent a long time writing loving letters to everyone she knew. It was peaceful and cathartic in a way. It was helping her as much as she hoped it would help those behind. She didn't have any notion that she would be the only one who died, but she wrote on that way, not wanting to think about having to reword things for all manner a combination of survivors.

Though a mishap with an open window meant that had to start over. She still wrote. Just... Maybe a bit shorter this time. And with the window closed.

When she was done, Charlie carefully folded each, wrote the recipient's on them, and sealed them in a box labeled 'In Case I Die.' She didn't want them lost in case the hotel got destroyed. Again.

((MUN NOTE: I'm posting this now since the present is her state of mind as she writes these. Also I couldn't help myself. I have them under a read more not only for length, but also so that if you wish to read them only in the event Charlie does, you can do so. But if you want to read them ahead of time, you certainly can.

Everyone: I'm writing these for in case I die. I'm not naive enough to think that nobody will die or that I would even be the only one. But it would be impossible to account for all scenarios. So I'm writing these as if I really am the only one that goes. Any references to those also lost... I can only ask you do your best and support one another as needed. I'm sorry that I don't have a note for everyone. I guess I only have so much specific things to say to people. But it doesn't mean I love and appreciate you any less. I can only hope that most of you survive and those that remain are able to remember the allyship between Heaven and Hell. That both sides are able to broker peace and rebuild together in the wake of this disaster. Be kind to each other. See each other through your grief. Heal. Also, if any of my teacups manage to survive, I want each of you to take at least one to remember me by. Some of you even have ones specifically meant for you. Take them, please. Tea is meant to be shared with others.

Dad: There is so much I could say, but none of it could ever be enough to prevent the pain that you will be in if you are reading this. But if there is one thing I want to ask if you, and it is not going to be good and will be easier said than done. I want you to keep moving. I don't want you to avoid things anymore. That's how things fester and rot from the inside. The problems and the pain don't really go away. But if you confront them. Give yourself the space the feel the pain, but then keep moving forward. To be there for your remaining people. It still won't go away, but it will be manageable. You won't be causing more pain by your absence. One of the things I would have wanted to talk to you about after all of this is that when you had your own griefs, especially when it came to Mom, it was like nobody else in the universe had ever existed. Including me. I know you weren't consciously trying to keep me out. I think you genuinely wanted me to not feel that pain. And that is a noble quest. But I did and would feel the pain regardless. The difference is if I was forced to go through it alone or if we went through together. All of Hell is going to be grieving now. Be their for them. Grieve together. Then rebuild together. Also, I told Adam he can have my guitar so don't freak out at him over it. You will still have my violin.

Mom: Mom, I know that things were weird when you returned, but I really have cherished the time we did manage to spend together. I know both of you are going to be going through a lot in the aftermath of all of this, but I know you can all come through it the other side. I just worry that Dad will hid himself away again. Please don't let him do that. I'm sorry I wasn't able to keep him from folding when you were gone, but if anyone can help with that, it's you. And also, please don't destroy everything I've worked for. I'm not expecting you to be involved, but just... Give everything a chance. Also, I told Adam he can have my guitar so don't freak out on him if he takes me up on that. My keyboard is in my closet for you. Assuming the hotel doesn't get destroyed again.

Adam: I know my parents would be going through a lot and you unfortunately are one of the more qualified people to help guide them through this. That said, I hate to ask you to do that since I know you would be hurting too. You've suffered for so long and I can only hope that you are not lost in the shuffle of everything. I know we didn't get off on the right foot when we first met. I'll be the first to admit that I really didn't like you at the time. But since then... I think, or at least would like to think, that we've made amends and a bond. I just wish I had more time to see you as my cool uncle and not my Mom's first husband, you know? I want you to have my guitar. You'll know it's mine because it's in my room and covered in stickers. I had stopped playing music for a while when Mom had disappeared, but I've only in the last few months gotten back to it. I started with getting back to violin but I wish I could have gone back to the guitar. The cringey songs I wrote in my emo phase were done on that thing. It will have a good home in your hands.

Lute: I wish I could have made proper amends to you for everything that went down before, during, and after the hotel attack. I think just as much as I did, you were doing what you thought was right by your people and those you love. There's no fault in that and I don't think I could ever hold that personally against you. I just wish I had the time and opportunity to let you know that in person. I apologize I didn't make the effort that you deserved. I know you don't need me to say to look after Adam as I know you would. But also make sure to look after yourself too. I sincerely hope that the allyship between Heaven and Hell remains and that you find happiness within that.

Eve: I wish we could have gotten to know each other better, but I appreciate the time he did have. I thank you for looking after all of my lost people in Purgatory. I'm sorry that I couldn't remain long enough to have fully figure out redemption, but I hope you will be able to support my successor, whoever they may be, to make that dream a reality.

Alastor: I can't thank you enough for all you have said and done for me over all this time. I know you didn't actually believe in my cause. But the fact that even despite that, you stayed anyway and earnestly tried to help me with my dreams says more than action-less belief ever could. You have taught me so much and I can only hope that you are able to fulfill your own goals to the utmost. You are not obligated to stay at the hotel, but I do as is that, if you can, help whoever succeeds me in running the hotel and redemption program. I trust you to know who would be fit for the role, either singularly or I conjunction with another. Off the top of my head, I think Vaggie or Emily would be good choices. I know you haven't met Emily, unless you did in one of these battles, but she's a lot like me and has just as much faith in this dream of mine as I do. Only real difference is she's also a seraphim. There's probably a lot she needs to learn about Hell and it's residents. But all that said, you don't have to do any of that if you don't want to. As I said from the start, you can work here as long as you want to and I mean that. And do take care of Rosie. But I figure I don't need to ask that if you.

Rosie: I want to thank you for giving me the chance and support I sorely needed. I know Alastor sought me out, but you gave me a chance that I don't think any other Overlord would have. I don't think Alastor would have were he in your shoes at least. My biggest regret is that I couldn't have been the leader your people needed to see more of them through the defense of my hotel. I wish I could have been better at that but also properly honoring their sacrifice and offering my condolences. That is my truest failing as a leader and I don't think I can ever truly lift that sorrow from my heart. I will say that it truly was the greatest honor to officiate your wedding to Alastor, rushed as it was. It was only a drop in the sea compared to the kindness you have shown me. I can only hope that your life is fully of happiness in your life with Alastor. If you ever need to rant about him, you're welcome to my grave any time. I'm always up for having tea.

[carbondioxda]

Instincts and lovebirds (p.1)

Sokka x firebender!OC

c/w: swearing!! this is my first time writing an oc x canon so this may or may not be the worst thing you’ll ever read??, basically Sokka and Zuya making fun of Katara’s crush on Jet. This is also pretty long by the way. Written in third person and I usually avoid using adjectives that have informations regarding looks but I want you to have an idea of how Zuya looks like.

a/n: first time writing in the atla universe<33, english isn’t my first lanuage, please tell me if I make any mistakes

also just like in my previous posts, my way of writing dialogue might be different than what you’re used to.

I haven’t introduced my oc Zuya on this page at all, so maybe I’ll do it in a separate post. I hope you like her.

This whole encounter was weird. First, Sokka swore on his instincts that they all should walk instead of flying on Appa and then suddenly they’re being saved by a bunch of kids from being ambushed. Yet somehow, even though they were saved, something didn’t feel right. Zuya felt as if they were still ambushed or captured in some way. It was plainly uncomfortable.

Jet, Smellerbee, Longshot, Pipsqueak, Sneers and The Duke. They didn’t seem like a usual vigilante group. More like, wild children mixed with pirates. Zuya noticed some dirt on their necks and hands, they must’ve hardly ever bathed. Only Jet seemed to vaguely know what hygiene is. Even if Sokka’s instincts proved to be incorrect, right now the bad gut feeling he had was shared with his friend, Zuya.

- Psssst. - the brunette hissed to Sokka, while Jet’s friends were looking through the fire nation’s supplies.

- I’m right next to you, idiot. - he hissed back, but louder. - If you wanna talk shit about them I’m here for it, just don’t hiss like a wild animal. - the boy crossed his hands, looking at his friend.

- Okay, okay I just wanted you to get the goddamn hint.

- I know what you’re gonna say. - he begun.

- They look suspicious as hell. - they both said at the same time. Zuya tried her best not to point it out, so that he wouldn’t feel too special about guessing what she had on her mind. That would get into his head. Everything goes right into Sokka’s head, actually.

- Katara doesn’t think so. - Zuya choked out, pointing her head to the girl’s direction. Katara was thanking Jet for their help. Sokka seemed to run out of ideas on commenting this whole thing. He rolled his eyes. - I mean, it’s nice of her to thank him but her voice is high pitched and she’s kinda getting red.

- What? What do you mean? - Sokka squinted his eyes to see better, as if that was supposed to help in any way.

- Seems like your sister has a little cruuush. - Zuya teased, twirling her dark hair around her finger to mock Katara.

- Hell no, why this freak of all? Why couldn’t she perhaps, I don’t know, have a crush on Haru?

- We were in that village for two or three days, it’s better for everyone that she didn’t.

- We’re not gonna be here much longer either.

- It’s best if none of us has a crush. Any kind. It would only slow us down.

- Same thing! This whole Jay, or whatever his name is, isn’t all that. Just look at him. What the hell is that in his mouth? A straw? Grass? Is he a cow? - Sokka tried to come up with a creative insult.

- You’re just bitter because your life-saving instincts didn’t work. We should call them life-ending instincts, cause you know…cause we were ambushed.. - Zuya giggled. Sokka’s glare was digging into her. Even if he wasn’t very intimidating, she wasn’t going to test his limits right now. - No, but seriously. We should get out of here before we even have the chance to meet those guys closer. I know the type of mr. nonchalant, it’s not gonna end well. It’s for Katara’s own good.

They followed the group, because Katara and Aang wanted to see their secret hideout. It was pretty obvious their spot wouldn’t be on the ground, given that the trees were the tallest they’ve seen and tents or houses would be too easy to spot. However, Sokka didn’t really think about it.

- Soo, Zuya, right? Are you from the Earth Kingdom? - Jet asked. She was in the same attire she left her village, Kyoshi. She was taken in by the village’s members when she was just a young child, nobody really expected her to grow up to be a firebender.

- Yeah, I’m from The Kyoshi village. - she replied.

- Are you an earthbender?

- Actually she’s- - Katara begun.

- A non-bender! Just like Sokka. - Zuya corrected her quickly. The rest of the gaang didn’t question it.

- A, nice to know. Explains a lot. Hey, you two, grab those handles. - Jet suggested, turning to the ,,non-benders”.

- What does this thing d- - Sokka was cut off, being plunged into the air. Zuya couldn’t react in time, sharing the fate with her friend and soon grabbing onto the thick branches for dear life.

- Look, shit, look! - Zuya tugged on his arm.

- What?! - he asked, just now getting his head out of the leaves. She grabbed his chin and pointed him to look down, where Katara and Jet where smoothly flying upwards to the hideout. - I’ve had enough, we’re getting out of here as soon as possible. - he commented.

- They’re having their movie moment in there. - she said, noticing how Katara’s face is constantly red from all of the blushing. - How cute.

- You seem to be having a moment too. - Aang startled them. They didn’t notice him flying up. It slips their mind that Aang can literally levitate.

- A moment? We’re having a moment of hanging onto a tree branch. - Zuya said loudly, still recovering from the Aang jumpscare. Sokka turned away and climbed onto the wooden plank attached to the tree that led to the hideout.

They caught up with the group and Jet showed them around, talking about how amazing his ,,freedom fighters” are in being a pain in the Fire Nation’s ass. Sokka looked like he was in agonizing pain the whole time, and even more when they sat around the fire. That’s when Jet did his whole inspiring speech.

He sat down, separating Sokka and Zuya from Katara and Aang.

- Hey Jet! Nice speech.

- Thanks. By the way, I was really impressed with you and Aang. That’s some great bending back there.

- He’s great, he’s the avatar. - Katara explained. - I could use some training. - she was blushing again.

- The avatar? Nice. Very nice. - Jet seemed to be so pleased about that fact, it made them pretty uncomfortable. Sokka’s instinct must’ve worked at that moment.

- Sorry, but we need to leave tonight. - he said, cutting their conversation short.

- Yup, we should’ve left earlier, we can’t slow down. - Zuya added to back him up.

- Sokka! Are you kidding, I needed you for an important mission! - Jet whined.

- What mission? - Sokka’s ears perked up, even if he didn’t get too excited. A mission was enough for him to be convinced, knowing him.

- Tomorrow, we have to do a patrol and make sure The Fire Nation doesn’t attack or anything. - Jet tried to bribe him. - You could use a good night’s sleep for once.

- True. We’ll get to the North Pole, Sokka, let’s just use this occasion. - Aang spoke up.

- Only for one night. We can’t stay longer. - he gave in. - I’m going to sleep now, if you don’t mind. Me and Zuya stayed up all night to guard the supplies. We’re tired, right Zuya?

- Right. Exhausted.

- You can go to the hut on the left. - Jet said. - Goodnight!

- Goodnight. - Sokka spat out, before taking Zuya by the wrist and leading her away from the group.

- There’s no way you agreed to stay just to go on a mission, Sokka. - she hissed at him again. - It’s not even that important!

- Oh shut up, I’ll finally do something for once. Maybe they’ll give us some supplies for that.

- They won’t give us shit.

- Let’s just go. - he said, entering the small hut they were given to sleep in. They tried their best to ignore how annoying the newly met people were and just got ready for bed.

- Why did you tell them you’re a non-bender? - Sokka suddenly asked, when Zuya was brushing out her long hair. She usually wore it in two long braids, but this evening was a good occasion to brush it all out and distract herself.

- Gut feeling. They hate the Fire Nation.

- You’re not from the Fire Nation though?

- And how would they know that? It’s better to tell them the short version instead of explaining myself. I’m not planning on using fire here anyway.

- Good point. - he put his hands behind his head and laid down. - I’d love to see you firebend the hell out of them, though. - he added with a smug grin. It made her smile.

- Maybe I’d do that if I could firebend better. I only know a few moves. I think I might’ve noticed something. Sokka? Can you braid my hair?

- Yea…what did you notice? - he positioned himself behind her. Gran gran taught him how to do Katara’s hair when their mom died, he never really forgot how to do it.

- All of the ,,freedom fighters” have strange outfits. They’re so mixed. Jet has parts of the Fire Nation attire mixed with the Water Tribe’s clothes, or The Duke? He has everything in green and yellow, traditional Earth Kingdom colours.

- So, what are you saying?

- I’m just saying…don’t get into any trouble tomorrow. - she sat while he braided her hair. - Or your outfit might be worn by one of them soon.

- Thieves are the last thing I wanted to encounter. Still, why would I get into trouble? I’ll just pretend to be their friend or somethin’- he asked, already aware why exactly.

- You know damn well why. You’re going without us on that mission, don’t try to act like a smartass.

- I won’t. I’ll try to, at least.

- Promise me you won’t. I don’t wanna have to run to save your sorry ass again.

- Again? Excuse me. - he tugged her hair on purpose.

- Ow! Yes, again. If I wanted go count all of the times where I had to drag you out of someone’s hands I’d run out of fingers. - she grabbed his hand to stop him. Sokka scoffed at that. - Can I braid your hair too?

- No, my head is pounding when you do my braids, they’re too tight.

- I’ll be more gentle? - she smiled, just as he was finishing her own braids. He sighed.

- Just this once. - he finally agreed. - Don’t make them so tight.

- I’ll try.

- You don’t look exhausted. Is Sokka hitting on you again? - Katara asked when she entered the hut with Aang. She was in a good mood, who wouldn’t be if they found themselves a love interest?

- Not today. - she pretended to be let down. Or she wasn’t pretending.

- Just for the record, I’ve never done that. Focus on hitting on Jet, Katara.- he insisted.

- Stop moving so much or else I’m making the braids tight.

- You can’t deny it. Back in Kyoshi, Omashu and when pirates tried to take us. - Aang counted on his fingers and then shoved them into grumpy Sokka’s face. - And that one evening?

- You forgot the boat thing. - Katara reminded.

- Right, boat thing too. - Aang smiled like the cute kid he is.

- It wasn’t intentional. My charm is unbeatable, what can I do about it? Happens on it’s own.

- All of you should go to sleep. - Zuya said, carefully making small braids on Sokka’s head. She finished up and for the rest of the evening, thankfully nobody brought up the topic of Jet and his friends.

Zuya was abruptly waken up by Sokka, right when he came back from the mission. Katara and Aang must’ve already gone somewhere.

- Wake the hell up Zuya, they’re psychos! - Sokka shook her by the shoulders.

- Stop shaking me! - Zuya’s green eyes were barely open and the boy was still blurry in her vision.

[hiroshotreplica]

i would love to hear about ur Hiro thoughts if u wanna share :3

hiro.... where do i begin...... (btw no coroika stuff sorry. from what ive seen the characterization there does not line up with any of my promo kid brainrot at all LOL. also they turned kayoss into an inkling there lol???)

love him so much you dont even know. i memorized his username (Hirooooo) i think he's cool. i like his inkless office drone title it implies so much about him. projected some of my traits onto him a very long time ago, so he's an autistic trans guy to me. maybe bi. ive mentioned it before but i think he wears his ocho octophones outside of battle and theyre noise cancelling. i think he needs that feature for battles cause oh my goodness there's so many noises in battles sometimes.

of COURSE he uses .96 gal, its iconic as hell. but i think he uses like.. 3 other weapons too. splattershot, mainly because he's been shown with ttek splattershot + he's on the trizooka card (or at least the octoling there has a VERY close resemblance). i think he uses range blaster and dark tetra dualies cause he's been shown with them (the range guess is based on like. 20 pixels from a millisecond of footage though). also i use range and dark tetra..and i thought it was funny

also fun little thought i had the other day: i think he avoids .96 gal deco like the plague. was excited to see it get splash wall but freaked out about kraken royale. picked it up just to find out about the kraken part mid-match and got jumpscared by the transformation. enough to shove somewhere and never think about it again

i dont think he has like, a set in stone team or anything (i dont think any of the splat 3 promo kids do, they all play matches with each other n theyre all friends) but he usually teams up with anemoneno1, takotruck, and c4l4m4r. they have the most toxic synergy ever but thats another story. my interpretation of ane is its own thing too. i think they and hiro hate each other in the friend way. say the rudest shit to each other as a joke then laugh about it.

SPEAKING OF HIS RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER PEOPLE. coming out as a hironika lover. i think he loves veronika so much its unreal. kind of boyfail type of way. they share an apartment w/ ane. sometimes i think about a poly thing between them but i like to think ane's just an onlooker to the frustrating chaos that is the two of them pining on each other in the most obvious way possible. theyre so t4t oh my god. (off topic but im a veronika she/they nonbinary believer forever. i think she's also a girl too but i dont know how to explain that. bigender, demigirl?? hard to label wish i could just let people peer into my brain on that.)

ALSO I LOVE NEO 3 VERONIKA BUT HIRO'S THE NEO 3 TO ME SORRY. my url gives this away so fast (hiroshotrepilca.. huh i wonder who hiro is). i think his smallfry friend would have the mohawk haircut. need more neo 3 hiro fanart in my life...

ok thats all i can put into words... a lot of this is going to show up in a thing im writing (I NEED A HIRO. posting it on ao3if anyone cares) but Yeah. sorry for this being sooo long these thoughts have been brewing in my head for like a year

[scarletsaphire]

I'VE GOT A BUNCH OF WRITING ASKS FOR YOU LETS GO

7, 22, 32, 36, 39, 40, 55, 56, 63, 64, 65

7. How do you choose which POV to write in?

Uhhhh that’s a great question honestly. Most of the time when I have an idea it comes with the POV built in; for multi chapter fics/things from multiple POV’s it boils down to “Who is close enough to the plot to make sense, emotionally charged, and not going to reveal everything immediately/throw everything out of wack.”

Putting the rest under a read more because it’ll be long.

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do?

I don’t like mind control, its an ick for me, so unless it’s 1000% necessary for the story I want to tell I won’t write it. I also tend to avoid first person, whether reading or writing. If its original fiction I’m more likely to be malleable with that, but for fanfiction, first person POV is an immediate turn off for me.

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

I’m going to make the decision not to include people from the pham, because otherwise it’ll just be people from the pham so >:p.

(Also to the author’s I’m tagging, sorry about the notification!)

@jackdaw-sprite is currently my favorite fanfic author. Their stuff is just creatively incredible, their writing style and prose is so, so, so well done. I can think of at least 5 of their fics by name that I am thinking about almost constantly. It’s all so absolutely incredible and I cannot recommend it enough.

@clockways has a lot of really good fics they are currently working on and every single one of them is absolutely incredible. The plots are well thought out and well executed, the characters all feel unique to their own stories while not feeling OOC, and they also do really good art.

@five-rivers is also on the list, which I’m sure surprises absolutely nobody. Obviously you have the Mortifiedverse which, as you know Hannah, I’m constantly freaking out over. It’s so so so well done, but also they have such a ridiculous quantity of other stuff and all of it is Top Tier.

36. How do you write kiss scenes?

Really quickly one after another in a weekend. Obviously.

The actual answer depends on the kiss scene itself. In general, I think my approach to kiss scenes is actually close to my approach to fight scenes? Unless there is something specific about the kiss that needs to be described, focus on the emotions its causing in the character instead. Even if you’ve never kissed someone you know what it’s going to look like, so spending time describing the physical appearance of the kiss is more often than not a waste of time. The emotions driving the kiss, or being caused by it, are much more important and interesting

39. Share a snippet from a WIP.

(From the gray ghost coffee shop story ;) (also tagging kad so she can get some gray ghost soup. @kadziduo

Laying in the rafters was Phantom. His ghostly tail was wrapped under the beam and back into his lap, so that the wispy end of it wrapped around one of his hands. The other hand dangled over the side, hovering in the air a good foot over the tallest patron. His head was leaned back against the post, and tilted to the side so that Valerie could clearly see his face, could clearly see that he was deep in sleep.

“He crashed here one night,” Mama Rose said from behind her. Valerie didn’t take her eyes of Phantom. There was something wrong about the whole situation, and she knew it had something to do with that ghost. You can never trust a ghost. “Literally, from the broken window. Found him asleep, just like that, so I made him a chocolate shake. He helped me clean up the mess, and he came back the next day.”

“I can chase the freeloader off for you,” Valerie said, her blaster whirring to life at her wrist.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

That’s a tough one. Daytime Stargazing, as much as that fic fought me, has a scene at the end with Sam capturing a picture pf Danny in the middle of an eclipse, phantom (ha) stars visible only around him, creating an aura. That one would be really cool to see.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has the choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers reactions to certain ones?

Its going to come as a surprise to absolutely nobody yet again that it’s Danny. He’s. So easy to put in situations man how could I not love him. Valerie’s a close second, but Danny is just so versatile. Something cute and silly? Danny. Crack dissection fic? Danny. Slightly angsty magic adventure? Danny. It’s like one size fits all and that size is a half dead child.

56. What’s something about your written that you pride yourself on?

I’m very proud of a lot of parts of my writing tbh and I’ve never heard of humility in my life so you’re getting multiple B)

I have a knack for coming up with and fleshing out ideas. I write incredibly quickly and do it well on the first try, which means I don’t have to spend a lot of time editing if I don’t feel like it. (Will editing make it better? Yes. But I don’t feel like it.) I also am good at emotionally charged lines me thinks.

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

I’ve spent a good long while thinking and frankly its the same things I hate in most writing: Poor characterization and bad spelling/grammar. Most smut specific things I can sit through if the rest of it is good, but I can’t deal with those unless Specific Circumstances are met.

64. Something you love to see in smut

Possessiveness. It’s fun in fiction.

65. Tell us about what you’re looking forward to writing in your current project, or a future project.

The ice skating scene. You remember the ice skating scene I told you about don’t you? I want to write it but I have SO MUCH ELSE TO WRITE BEFORE HAND. >:(