#aye first drabble on the blog!

[moving-asfateentertwines]

quiet mornings

Aged up characters, sweet domestic fluff, mated couple, slice of life - Rotxo is about 25 and Spider 26

Rotxo X Spider Socorro Sully

Word Count - 778

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They sun has only begun to rise when Rotxo stirs. The early amber light is beginning to filter into the marui he has called home for nearly 8 years now.

He stifles a yawn and stretches his shoulders back with a satisfying crack. He's careful not to stir the warm body tucked into his side.

Spider isn't supposed to spend the night often, the shack a little ways from their home being for him to sleep in at night in order to keep his mask off for a few hours at least. Rotxo knows it gets uncomfortable at time and has seen the seemingly permanent indents on his lovers skin where it presses in.

Still, Spider is nothing if not stubborn and is hard pressed to make leave when he's decided he's spending the night. For a brief moment, he ponders scooping up the other man and making him return to the building the humans so kindly crammed into the limited space of Metkayina beaches, but the thought filters away as quickly as it came when Spiders eyes begin to crack open.

Gently, always gently - his hand is the size of his mates head, he strokes back the braids and curls that have fallen over his face.

He selfishly tries to lure the blonde back to sleep. He caresses the skin above the mask, stroking gently like he knows he likes after so many years together, and watches Spiders eyelashes flutter lazily.

Distantly, his ears swivel to pick up the sounds of the fisherman and cooks leaving the lazy warmth of their own homes to begin the day. Thankfully, and admittedly a bit smugly, he thanks Ewya for their marui's distance from the others.

Spiders shack needed more stable room than the majority of their structures could offer. As such, his marui was built a little ways back from the water in order to allow the couple the chance to share their home. The shack is only a handful of yards beside the marui with foliage tucking it into the treeline to remind him of his first home.

It is a bittersweet addition to be forced to keep the human they've known so long now separate, but they'll be damned if they don't reap the rewards.

"Ro?"

Internally, Rotxo sighs at the admittance that the day was unfortunately starting. Still, he can spare an hour before patrolling the nets and reef.

"Mornin', Nì’it fko."

Spider opens a judgmental eye and scoffs. Nevertheless, he burrows deeper into the larger mans warmth. A pale thigh wedges itself between his blue and soon he is on his back with the human splayed across his chest.

"The sun is just beginning to rise...we could spare an hour." He directs down a cheeky grin that only spreads at the matching one from his mate. "You read my mind."

He snickers softly and lays a hand on the others back. His fingers stretch from the humans mid back down to the base of his spine in a familiar sight. They have grown up together at this point but the realization still leads him with a bit of awe.

"Mmm...you're warm. Probably cause you stole my blanket."

Spider peers up with narrowed eyes and Rotxo knows the sort of day they'll have. "Na'vi don't even use blankets."

"Maybe we should. And your blanket shouldn't be big enough for me if you don't want me to use it." The blonde scoffs and lightly smacks his chest, right over the still-healing tattoo he earned a few weeks past. The na'vi winces.

"Its that big because my thief of a mate would take it even if it just covered his dick."

"So my dick is big?"

They stay still for a long moment before Rotxo cracks and lets out a loud laugh. Said blanket is pulled up and he wraps it around the man in his arms. "There. Now we both have the blanket."

Spider snorts and Rotxo thinks he'll sling another retort before the smaller man lays his head back down into the crook of his neck. With a quiet hum, he begins to trace the twirls of ink and the stripes of darker blue on his skin. "Tsireya is helping me make another one."

"Of course she is. I'm sure Lo'ak introduced her to them. They're fucking amazing."

Spider just laughs and closes his eyes. The sun is coming in fully now but they can steal a bit longer. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head down into blonde braids.

"Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer."

He can feel the other mans smile against his skin.

"Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer."

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Translations:

Nì’it fko - Small one

Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer. - I see you. I love you.

[etoilerrante]

munday - toa anniversary edition!

repost, don't reblog. tagging the rest of toa <3 ty neffi for the template!

Name: Red!

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthday (no year): October 13th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? I’m from the Midwest of the US, but I’m moving to New York in- less than a week! 

Roleplay experience: God... overall maybe 8 years? I’ve been playing D+D for about the same time :) 

Got any pets? Parents have 5 Adam Driver cats (which I post frequently) and two dogs. I’d like to have my own betta fish again after I’m settled in. 

Favorite time of year: Fall! I'm a halloween girl.

Some interests and things you like: D+D, Vocaloid, birdwatching

Some funfacts & trivia about you: I’ve been singing almost my entire life. I picked it up after my parents tried to get me to play piano but my hands would not cooperate. Also, I read tarot cards. 

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Pikmin, Project Diva/Sekai, Honkai Star Rail, Taiko no Tatsujin

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Flying type and Umbreon. 

How did you get into Fire Emblem? My friend was playing 3 Houses and told me he loved it. I had gotten some money for Easter and decided to use it on 3h. I didn’t really get into Fire Emblem until I pulled Reyson in FEH and instantly fell in love with his design. 

What Fire Emblem games have you played? I’ve only ever finished Engage and it’s my biggest shame. 

First Fire Emblem game: 3 Houses

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Tellius 

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 you know this already

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?- Awakening: I have plans to S-support Stahl because he took a crit for my Robin. Fairytale romance imo- Three Houses: Claude - Engage: Kagetsu!!! Silly guy... 

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Dancer

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Dancer again

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Golden Deer 

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? SIGURD!!!!! :DDD 

How did you find TOA? I wanted to RP Reyson, so I went looking for somewhere with openings. 

Current TOA muses: Just Phina for now. 

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Reyson. I would like to drabble with him again, but I feel his muse is pretty dead and it makes me happy to see other people writing him with such care. 

Have you had any other TOA muses? Yeah... I’ve had an embarrassing amount of muses here. Reyson, Janaff, Plumeria, Sanaki, Midir, Kagetsu. Most of their blogs are still up and their URLs are on my about page on Phina’s blog. 

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? People in love and The Horrors. Recently I’ve really wanted to write about the horrors. 

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? It changes all the time! I find my favorite writing happens when I'm in sync with where the muse is at, for better or worse.

Favorite TOA-related memory: I'll never forget the friendship between Barely's Ophelia and my Janaff.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔tee-oh-ay. Like the letters. But I do call everyone the Toasters. Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? 😉 I thought about writing Nephenee for a while? Weird. I also have an Embla blog lying around...

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

[marc-spectorr]

well, last time i wrote here i said i was going to catch up on all the suff i’ve missed and i am still doing that and you want to know why i’m taking so long? cause your girl caught fucking covid in the meantime😫😫😭😭

so yeah the past week or so has been hell for me, i had every possible symptom ever and i spent days just sleeping, nothing else. for real, everything i did hurt in some way, so yeah it was not fun. but i’m better now, thankfully. can’t wait to be fully okay and full of energy again ugh. now that i’m a bit better my catching up will continue and so be prepared to receive asks about stuff you most likely forgot happened lolol.

also in the meantime the exam results came in and it went well, so i'm super happy and extremely grateful to you and the book club for all the good luck wishes and all the love you guys showed me, that really helped me during the exam. i’m glad to hear that work is good (for the most part) and i hope your coworkers aren't driving you too crazy lately. remember, don’t stress or worry too much, don’t overthink stuff cause in the end it will all be alright. i promise you that. also take your time to recover, breathe, drink a lot of water and nurture your body. you deserve all the love in the world, for real💞💞

also aaaAAAAAAA i wish i could see your pets, i bet they are the most wonderful little creatures ever. just as adorable as their owner ;)🤍

i could never imagine my life without my pet either, it would be too empty, dull and sad🥺😭

i am still catching up but welcome to all the new nonnies out there (santi and vermillionsails and anyone else, i’m so so happy to see you joining our book club, loads of love to you guys!🧡)

also i can’t wait to see all the things you published in the meantime (like i see you posted a couple of the celebration drabbles and i am so so excited to read them and the future ones that'll come!!)🤎

ilysm callieee, i hope you are having a wonderful day and are feeling a bit better. i hope to catch up soon so that i can send in all my crazy thoughts and comments that no one asked for lmao🤭🥵.

it’s good to be back, this blog became my safe spot, my little comfort area so it’s always good to come back and talk a bit💓���

okay last quick random thing, if you don't mind callie, what is a phobia of yours? and what are your biggest pet peeves?

i want to get to know you a little more and these are the first questions that came to mind lol

okay that's it for now, loads of love my sweet callie, remember i'm always here for you💕💕💕💕

-🧸

ahhjdjdj oh no,,, hope you get well and are fully back to your amazing self soon teddy!! covid is brutal ugh but i’m so glad to hear that you’re feeling better! sending you a ton of good vibes, love, and strength ✨

AYE YAAAYYY!!!! congratulations on acing your exams honey 🥳🎉💕 you worked incredibly hard for them and i’m super happy that everything went well! at least you can finally rest and relax, and not worry about school for now :) hehe yeah work has fortunately been alright,,, it’s just tiring, you know? sometimes i wish i can take off a whole week but im saving my vacation days for a trip im planning later this year 😭 but thank you for the lovely reminder, darling! the stress and overthinking is no good at all and im really working on focusing myself for the sake of my mental health ksksks.

weeeeeee take your time catching up! there’s zero rush at all! i’m still taking it slow with writing but i’m crossing my fingers that tonight i’ll be able to work on the next prompt and post tomorrow. i know these drabbles have been sooo delayed i’m pretty sure others forgot about them lolol but i’m excited to write nonetheless. but feel free to send in as many messages as your heart desires haha!! submit one ask or spam me with fifty, it’ll make me smile either way!

okay now for your questions. hMmm… i wouldn’t necessarily call it a phobia but i am scared of heights :((( there was one time i visited this park that had a bridge and i couldn’t even walk through it without my legs shaking and my hands gripping onto my friend for dear life haha. i’m fine on planes tho which is great bc i love traveling. i guess i just have to be in an enclosed space that makes it look like im really not that high up to be okay with it LOLOL.

for pet peeves, i HATE it when im in the middle of talking and someone cuts me off 😤 like pls let me get my thought out first ksdjsjks. i also don’t appreciate it when people borrow my stuff and not return it to the exact place they found it. i go crazy when im trying to look for something and it’s not there ;-; this one mostly applies at work but i don’t like it when my coworkers assume that i’m not busy with my own responsibilities and dump theirs on me thinking i’ll be able to work on them just like that. rude. 🙂

but how about you teddy? what are your phobias and pet peeves, if any? and if you have any more questions, send them :) im pretty much an open book and would also love to get to know you!

ilysm sweetheart and it’s good to have you back! i hope you’re having a wonderful day/night ❤️

[yikesharringrove]

Hi! I love your blog and i check daily for updates because your fics/drabbles make my days! I wanted to request (if you're up to it) something with steve going deaf after the concussion in s2? Thank you so much! I hope you feel better soon and have a great day❤

So, I’ve broken my eardrums several times and that causes temporary hearing loss, so I based what Steve experiences on that as well as some stuff I read written by folks that lost their hearing.

I also wanna rec this fic, which has a similar idea, but Steve begins the story hard of hearing, so I tried to make them different!

Read on Ao3

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Billy doesn’t know what happened when the kids drugged him and left him there.

All he knows is that he was startled awake by the sounds of Maxine driving his own car and the kids fucking screaming.

Something about Harrington being bitten?

And they dragged Steve out of his car, and he was bloody, and unconscious, and had a big gash in the back of his head.

Billy helped them bring him to the couch, using Steve’s jacket to pillow his head, trying to staunch the bleeding from the wound there.

“Why the fuck didn’t you take him to the hospital?”

Everyone was quiet as Steve groaned, shifting slightly.

His eyes fluttered open.

They were hazy and unfocused, looking slowly around the room.

“Hey, buddy. How are ya feeling?” Steve stared blankly at Dustin.

“I, what?”

Steve felt like he was underwater.

The world was moving too slowly around him, everything was hazy and muffled and he didn’t know which way was up, which part of his body hurt more.

He barely remembers being in those tunnels, the ‘dogs rushing them, getting tossed against the cave wall.

And then, nothing.

Nothing but blue eyes and rough hands.

And Dustin asked him something, but he was too far away, or maybe he was being quiet for once in his life, but Steve just heard ay-u are-a ee.

And then Billy said something, and Steve could pick up osital before Billy was picking him up like he weighed nothing and putting him back in that car.

And Steve could sort of make out the sound of the engine through his underwater brain.

But it didn’t sound anything like it did that first day when Billy roared into the high school parking lot, didn’t even sound like when Max was driving earlier.

And Billy fucking knew something was wrong.

Every time he spoke, Steve didn’t acknowledge him. And he would chalk it up to Steve just fucking hating him, but he figured he’d get some kind of response, even if it was just a glare.

He took him to the emergency room, helping him out of the car.

“My friend hit his head. He’s bleeding and he’s really spaced out.”

-

Steve let the nurses and the doctors examine him.

He felt like he was only going deeper under water.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I can’t hear you.”

He couldn’t even hear his own voice.

The nurse’s smile slid right off her face.

And then there was another doctor, and he was wheeled into a new room, and had to lay very still in a large cream colored tube.

-

“Harrington?”

Billy hadn’t been allowed to accompany Steve back. No familial relation, and all that.

But he was getting regular updates as they performed new tests.

Last he heard, Steve was being taken for a scan, which Billy didn’t like the sound of.

“Our imaging has presented us with the cause of his loss of hearing. It appears that-”

“Sorry, loss of hearing?” And it made sense, it really did, but it also sent a fucking chill down Billy’s spine. Moreso than the unexplained animal bite that was oozing blood and puss from Steve’s leg.

“Yes, it appears Mr. Harrington has suffered a severe enough concussion we have classified it as a traumatic brain injury. Due to the location of the blow, his auditory processing has been affected. We believe he has lost approximately 90% of his hearing.”

“But this is like, just temporary, right? He’ll be fine?”

“It’s rare to lose hearing due to damage to the brainstem, so unfortunately, we don’t know.”

“You don’t, you don’t know? He could be fucking deaf forever, and you don’t know?” She gave him an unimpressed look, stared him down until he deflated, mumbled a sorry.

“Look, his injury is uncommon, not unprecedented. We hope for a full recovery, but at this point, it’s unlikely.” She gave him a half smile as he thanked her, and turned on her heel.

-

They gave Steve a notepad.

He didn’t like talking.

Felt like he sounded stupid.

Couldn’t hear himself to know otherwise.

And of course, he didn’t know sign language. Never had put much thought into learning it.

The nurses would give him pitying smiles, would write down their questions for him. They mostly kept to yes or no’s, allowing him to nod or shake his head.

Does it still hurt? Has your hearing improved? Do you need more pain killers?

He slept through the rest of the night, but he chalks that up to the morphine they pumped him with, the adrenaline draining from his body.

The next morning he woke up to a sweet looking nurse, writing him a note that he had visitors, and he was welcome to tell them no.

He sighed, and nodded, giving a vague come in gesture.

It was Joyce and Hop.

And Steve realized he was relieved the kids weren’t there.

Joyce scribbled something on his pad.

They told us everything. I’m so sorry, Honey.

And Steve stared crying. Started sobbing, because Joyce’s hugs were warm but her soft voice was gone.

-

Billy had never left the emergency room.

He had curled in one of the uncomfortable chairs, and dozed off until morning, when the Police Chief rolled in with the gaggle of kids and a short woman that gave him a shockingly tight hug, and thanked him for taking care of Steve.

“He’s deaf.” Billy’s throat felt raw. “They told me last night. Scanned his brain and the injury was real bad. They don’t know if he’ll ever hear again.”

“But they, there’s nothing they can do?” Dustin was pale.

“Not really. They said, it’s rare for how he was injured to result in hearing loss, so they just don’t know.”

The chief took that woman back to see Steve, told the kids they didn’t know if he was up for visitors just yet.

Dustin had an odd look on his face.

He set his jaw, rolled his shoulders back, planted himself in front of Billy.

“Take me to the library.” Billy raised an eyebrow.

“Not a chance.”

“Take me to the library.”

“Kid, no.”

“Yes! I need to do research! If I learn sign language, I can help Steve so we can communicate!” Lucas stood behind him.

“Take us to the library.” When Maxine stood as well, Billy sighed.

“Fine. Get in the car.”

-

Apparently Nancy and Jonathan broke into his house.

Nancy still remembered where he kept the spare key.

She had an odd look on her face as she passed Steve some sweats, a clean shirt. Jonathan scribbled a note and gestured to the bag he placed on one of the chairs.

We brought more clothes, didn’t know how long you’re staying.

He didn’t know either.

He told them thanks. One word was easy enough, and he’s pretty sure he saw Nancy’s eyes go a little teary at the sound of his voice.

-

Billy ushered the kids into the building, going over to chat with the librarian.

He had spent a decent amount of time here since moving to Hawkins. They had a decent selection, and plenty of the classics he liked to read.

He was too tired to flirt, but kept polite conversation as the kids rushed around.

“We need all the books you have on American Sign Language, deafness, and anything else on the subject.” She gave Dustin a pointed look.

“Mr. Henderson, you have five books checked out, as well as five you stole-”

“I’ll bring those back. This is urgent.” Billy put on his best tragic look.

“Marissa, the kid’s best friend has a, well he’s just gone deaf. Had a terrible accident. They just wanna be there for him, you know?” She looked at him. Her resolve was slipping. “You know, use my card for ‘em. You know I’m reliable.”

He checked out very few books, opted to read them in the library instead.

She sighed.

“I’ll show you what we’ve got.” And she grumbled all the way to the stack.

-

Steve was staring out the window when he received a note about more visitors.

He knew he’d have to face the kids at some point, he was just hoping to put it off.

He smiled as warmly as he could when they came in, his eyes going wide when Billy trailed in behind them.

He looked like shit.

Dustin scribbled something on the notepad.

Billy took us to the library and we got books on sign language and we’re all going to learn together so that we can all still communicate.

He wrote like he talked, run on sentences with rushed, sloppy, handwriting.

Everyone was staring at him weird, and he realized he had laughed. He took notepad scribbling on it quickly.

Thank you guys. Means a lot. Dustin smiled at him, nodding. He cast a glance over to Billy, leaning against the wall, staring out the window. Dustin took the pad.

He hasn’t left since he brought you here he slept out in the waiting room and took us to the library to get all the books AND let us check them out on his library card.

Steve nodded, clearing his throat. Billy’s jaw tightened at the sound.

“Billy.” His head whipped around, his eyes wide at Steve’s voice. Not too loud. He held up what Dustin had written down. “Thank you.” Billy just nodded at him.

-

The kids were picked up one by one, giving Steve tight hugs before they left.

Until it was Max asleep in a chair, Billy sitting in the other.

Steve watched as Billy took off his jacket, draping it over Max like a blanket.

He gave Steve a tight smile. Steve picked up the pad.

Why have you stayed? You didn’t have to.

Billy shrugged. Worried about you.

Steve flushed.

I’m okay.

Billy gave him a look.

Well, I will be. Billy gave him a little half smile. You really took them to the library?

The little mouthy one bullied me into it.

Steve laughed. Billy tried to stifle his own smile.

Love the image of Dustin bullying you into doing something.

Yeah well, it was humiliating. Steve smiled at him again.

So, are you learning sign language too?

Just the important shit. Princess, Pretty Boy, pain in my ass. The three P’s. Steve laughed again.

Right. Important shit. Remind me to learn asshole and piece of trash.

Steve had never really taken much notice to the way Billy laughed. But now that he couldn’t hear it, he studied Billy’s face. His eyes scrunched up, and had his teeth always been that white, and that straight? His Adam’s apple bobbed when he laughed and Steve didn’t even think, reached out and pressed his fingers softly against his throat, his palm flat on his chest.

Billy went still. Steve recoiled.

Sorry. Wanted to see if I could feel your laugh. Billy smiled sheepishly at him, taking his hand and bringing it back to his throat.

Steve could feel the vibrations in his throat, the way the air made his neck shift, his Adam’s apple moving.

He didn’t know what Billy was saying, just liked the way his lips moved, the way he could feel the words in his fingertips.

-

Steve’s face was soft as Billy spoke, his eyes big, his fingers soft against Billy’s throat.

“I guess I can say this now. Since you’re not ever gonna hear me say it, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I said to you, did to you. You just, you scare the shit outta me, Pretty Boy. I’m not, not allowed to feel this way about you. About, about any boy. Neil’s made that really fucking clear. But I saw you, and I wanted to be near you, to hear you laugh, be the, the cause of all your damn smiles, and I’ve made you laugh twice today. And that’s the best damn feelin’ in the world.”

Steve’s eyes flicked up to his face when he couldn’t feel words anymore, and those soft fingers retreated again.

Steve took the notepad.

Billy liked his handwriting.

I like the way it feels when you talk. He smiled all bright and Steve Harrington pretty. Never thought about feeling someone speaking like that before. And then Billy’s heart sank. What did you say.

Talkin’ shit on you.

That’s rude. I’m a deaf person now. That’s bigamy.

I’m going to assume you meant bigotry. Steve flushed.

Yeah, whatever.  Steve was all huffy. It was adorable.

Sorry, I’ll only talk shit in sign once we all earn it.

Thank you. I appreciate it. Steve reached out, slapping playfully at Billy’s chest. Billy had the overwhelming urge to take his hand, kiss his knuckles.

He was too scared.

When do you get out of here? I got an idea.

-

Billy was there to pick him and take him home.

Steve had been in the hospital for over two weeks, as they wanted to monitor the injury.

He had completely lost his hearing, and had given up hope of it returning.

But Billy had been by everyday, usually bringing Dustin and some of the library books, and they had all mastered the sign language alphabet, and had all learned a few words.

Steve had a few bags of things people had brought to him, everything fitting nicely in the trunk of the Camaro.

Billy had offered to drive him own, wanted to see something.

He made a beeline to the quarry, finding a spot overlooking the water.

He took the pad from Steve’s lap, writing I have an idea, tell me when you can feel it.

He rifled through the cardboard box in the backseat, holding up the tape for Steve to see.

It was KISS, Dynasty.

Steve made a face.

Billy rolled his eyes, pushing the tape in. He turned up the bass, cranking the volume.

The first song, I Was Made For Lovin’ You, had one of Billy’s favorite bass lines ever.

He turned up the bass some more, until his speakers sounded like shit, the song completely distorted.

But Steve’s eyes were wide, his hand on his chest. Billy stole the pad.

At concerts, sometimes you can feel the bass in your body. I thought that might work for you. Can still listen to music. I got a lot of bass heavy stuff.

Steve’s bottom lip trembled.

He sniffed, wiping at his eyes.

Billy doesn’t know what he had done wrong, if maybe it was insensitive, this whole music thing.

He went to turn down the music, but Steve grabbed his wrist. He took the notepad.

Thank you, Billy. You’re really nice. Not listening to music anymore was really making me sad. This was a good idea.

Steve smiled at him, his eyes still wide and gooey wet.

Billy didn’t think about.

Just put one hand on the back of Steve’s neck, and pulled him forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Steve was stiff against him, and Billy was about to pull back, scribble an apology on the pad, put then Steve sighed, and melted against Billy.

They pulled away from one another, and Steve was biting his lip, made Billy kiss him again.

Been wanting to do that for a while. Billy had tossed the pad onto his lap. Steve scoffed at it.

Why didn’t you?

Too scared. Steve just looked at him. The song clicked to the next, the steady kick drum of 2,000 Man made Steve’s hand flutter back to his chest. You like this one?

This album is good. Now that I can’t actually hear it. Billy shoved him. Steve huffed a little laugh.

Dick.

[breanime]

Idk if I’m breaking the rules (I really hope not 🥺) but my soul has been simmering on a drabble about an undercover FBI agent reader who is in a flirtationship with Johnny but is working a case in Rio’s gang. Both men are infatuated with her (as she is with them) and it’s Manny v Manny angst at its peak) My heart is not ready (but it SO is! 🙈) Prompt ideas, “We can’t keep doing this”, “Yell, scream, cry just say something, anything”, “I want you. Only you” but these are only suggestions. Thx🥰

Challenge accepted, for the first and last time lol...

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“We can’t keep doing this,” Johnny’s pretty brown eyes were so sad as he looked at you, “This shit has gone too far, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed, willing yourself not to cry, “Johnny, I know, but I’m this close to cracking the case—”

“Are you?” He questioned, frowning. “Cause it doesn’t look like it to me.”

You crossed your arms. “Well, what does it look like to you?”

“It looks like you’re falling for the guy,” he said back, “It looks like you’re falling for the charm.”

“Well, I’m not,” you lied. Johnny glared at you, and you sighed. You knew he was worried, and you knew he cared—you cared about him, too. Johnny was the best part of Graceland, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him. The two of you flirted, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you two took it to the next step, but… You couldn’t lie to him. Not to Johnny. “I slept with him.”

You were expecting anger, maybe shock, but all he did was stare at you.  “It was only once,” you confessed, “and it was a mistake, I know, I…” You hugged yourself. “Say something.”

You were met with silence.

“Come on,” you sighed, “Yell, scream, cry just say something, anything—please.”

But he didn’t, instead, he gave you one last, disappointed look, and stalked off. You didn’t see him for another hour, he texted you and told you to come to the place where you first met—the dock. You’d been working a case and ran into Johnny, who was on a case of his own, and the rest was history. When you pulled up, your heart stopped.

Standing side by side in the low evening light on the end of the dock, were Johnny and Rio.

“What’s going on?” You asked as you got out of your car, eyes wide.

“Oh, I think you know,” Rio answered, his voice low and smooth, “You think I wouldn’t find out?” He asked.

You glanced at Johnny, who was glaring at you coolly. “Find… Find what out?”

“He knows we’re together,” Johnny answered, his hands in his pockets. Your eyes widened. You and Johnny used that ruse a lot when you were under together, but this was not at all like a normal case. Johnny wasn’t even supposed to be around Rio, let alone talk to him.

“You got a choice to make, mama,” Rio said, rolling his shoulders, “Your low-level runner,” he glanced over at Johnny, unimpressed, “or me.”

You looked over at Johnny, shocked that he’d be a part of this. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” Johnny said.

“Completely,” Rio said back.

“Wha—what do you want me to say?” You glared over at both of them. “This—this isn’t fair.”

“Oh, yeah it is,” Rio said back, taking a step closer to you, “You do good work, mama, but I don’t share.” He looked over at Johnny, smirking. “And I’m betting he doesn’t either.”

“You’re damn right I don’t,” Johnny said, glaring at Rio.

You took a breath—that was not the way a low-level runner was supposed to talk to his boss, but Rio seemed okay with it, amused even, and so you guessed his life wasn’t in danger. “I don’t know what to say.”

“A name,” Johnny said, “say ‘“I want you. Only you’…”

“And then say my name,” Rio added, “if that’s what you want.”

You closed your eyes, your heart pounding. You were pissed and scared and confused—this should be easy. Rio was your case, your priority, you should say his name, just to preserve your case…but Johnny was right there, staring at you with those wide, soft eyes, and you couldn’t do that to him…

“Tick tock, sweetheart,” Rio said, no longer smiling.

You took another breath, and when you spoke, you knew you would be hurting them both and probably end up losing them both, but that was better than hurting one of them. “Neither,” you answered, watching the amusement dim in Rio’s eyes just as Johnny’s frown deepened.

“Neither?” Rio repeated.

“That’s—you—” Johnny spluttered.

“Neither,” you repeated, surer this time, “…because… Because…there’s someone else.”

Rio chuckled, shaking his head before looking over at Johnny. “Your girl’s got an appetite,” he said, turning to go, “might wanna reconsider wifing her up.” He walked off, opening the door to his car before turning back to the two of you. “Consider today your last day,” he said to you, his voice hard and eyes bored.

Your jaw dropped.

“And ay,” Rio inclined his head towards Johnny, “you got my number, homie. If you’re interested in a job… Gimme a call.” And with that, he drove off.

You turned to Johnny, about to offer him a weak congratulations on the offer from Rio—at least the case could still go on, but he was already walking off.

And you were alone.

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The Song

Part I - Kili’s Mistake

Part: I 

A/N: I know the imagine is five years old, but I always loved reading the works that came of it. This is my own spin on the prompt, and there will be multiple parts. This is just the first. This is also my first work for this blog, and I’m very happy to get it out there. It was a joy to write over the past week. Also, the song is the Celtic Women’s version of Mo Ghile Mear, which is originally based on a poem about the Jacobite Rising of 1715. It has an interesting history, but I picked this version because it was the one that came to me when I thought of what the reader might sing. Because it isn’t native to Middle Earth, I changed the meaning of the song a bit; although, if you look at the translated lyrics of the chorus, it could imply the meaning I have assigned to it. Please, give it a listen; everything about it--the vocals, music, lyrics--are beautiful!

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Pairing: Kili (Tolkien) x Reader

Words: 2447

Synopsis: Based on the following ImaginexHobbit imagine found here.

Rated: T

Warnings: Language, Nudity & Sexual Themes

Can you feel the river run? Waves are dancing to the sun Take the tide and face the sea And find a way to follow me

The soft lilt of your voice carried through the silence of the night, your only accompaniment the gentle whisper of leaves, the barely there hum of woodland critters, and the sound of drops, rolling down your bare skin to fall to the river from whence they came. Fortunately, the wind was forgiving, tepid against your cooled skin, and the water that surrounded your body up to your waist was the perfect temperature. Refreshing but not freezing.

Leave the field and leave the fire And find the flame of your desire Set your heart on this far shore And sing your dream to me once more

Lifting your arms to bring your brush through another section of hair, you resumed your singing, eyes falling closed.

'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo ghile mear

It was an old song but pretty, one your mother had used to sing to you when you were but a wee thing. Her ethereal voice combined with the melodic yet mysterious chorus were enough to soothe you to slumber. It was a comfort, even later on in your life, when you learned of the sad story the lyrics were weaving. A woman losing her love; a heartbreaking premise if there ever was one. And yet, it was as beautiful as the full moon’s reflection on this clear night.

Now the time has come to leave Keep the flame and still believe Know that love will shine through darkness One bright star to light the wave

Scooping up some water with your free hand, you brought the liquid to your right arm, rubbing gently against your skin and removing the dirt and grime that had built up from being on the road the past few days. You switched your brush to the opposite palm, repeating the process on the opposite side. It felt so good to be clean, which was why you couldn’t resist the opportunity to break away from your company of thirteen dwarves and a hobbit to come down to this river. You had known it to be here, having passed it earlier in the evening, just before Thorin had decided it was time they make camp. The lot of them had been so excited to finally sit in front of a fire and eat, but not you. Food could wait. You longed for a bath, knowing the last one you had was back in Rivendell.

'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo ghile mear

You began to braid together the locks of your damp hair, having learned your lesson about letting it fly free while you roamed about Middle Earth. As your fingers twisted in and out, you began to head back towards shore, the wind having a slight chill to it now as it hit more and more of exposed skin. You broke out in gooseflesh as your feet left the water for the fine sand that made the shore. Quickly, urged on by the sudden cold and your nakedness, you finished the large plait, securing it with a band before letting it fall limp against your back. 

Lift your voice and raise the sail Know that love will never fail Know that I will sing to you Each night as I dream of you

You waited a few minutes, using your hands to warm your shoulders as you walked over to the small towel you had laid out on a nearby rock. A tunic and trousers lay beside it, without dampness and warm and calling to you, but you took some time to dry yourself off, bending over to start with your legs before bringing the towel over your stomach and chest. Your arms were last, and the air would remove whatever wetness remained on your cheeks.

'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo ghile mear

Finally dressed, you gathered your towel and brush, walking back towards the campsite, using deep dwarfish laughter as your guide. There was a slight upslope towards them with trees littering the path you made, but now that you were in a few layers and shoes, you did not mind the walk, continuing to sing softly to yourself until you came to the end of the song. 

A few moments later, you were being greeted by smiles and Bofur asking about your bath.

“It was wonderful, and definitely something I needed,” you responded as you placed your items by your pack before joining the Company around the fire. A bowl was put into your lap, filled about halfway with some stew. It was still steaming, thankfully, and you immediately began to eat, your stomach aching now with the prospect of being filled with food, and Bombur’s food to boot!

“Perhaps we should all partake in a bath before setting out in the morrow,” Bilbo nonchalantly suggested from beside you, and you hid your smile behind the rim of your bowl. He had been complaining of the stench that seemed to permeate the Company; you weren’t the only one having gone without a proper cleansing since your time with the elves.

The golden-haired dwarf was the first to respond to the hobbit’s suggestion, his eyes going wide with mock outrage. “Why, Bilbo, are you suggesting that we stink?”

“You know what, Fili, I think he is suggesting such a thing,” Kili said, lightly hitting his brother’s shoulder with the back of his hand. “The nerve. Especially when he smells just as bad.”

“Aye,” agreed his brother, leaning towards him as he eyed Bilbo with a frown. “If not worse.”

The hobbit looked absolutely livid by the two young dwarves’ banter, and the scowl on his face with his glare directed at them had the opposite effect than what had been desired. The brothers bursted out into laughter, and the rest of the group soon joined in at poor Bilbo’s expense. Even you, who normally took pity on the object of Kili’s and Fili’s wrath were not immune to the infectious hysterics. And so, the rest of the evening continued on with small talk and howling among companions; nothing of any real note happened until you were settling down for the night.

The trouble started as you were laying out your bedroll beneath a tree, close to Bilbo and Kili, who was in the midst of doing the same. Fili was taking first watch, meaning he was away from his younger brother, and therefore, not being influenced to partake in his dastardly whims. The camp was quiet because of this, several of the company’s members already burrowed beneath their blankets, soothed to sleep by the crickets and frogs, voicing their own soothing lullaby. 

But they were not the only ones singing. 

'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear

It was the brunet Durin, murmuring the words to your song. 

Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo ghile mear

And there was only one possible way he could have heard it, as you had never, ever sung in the presence of any of the men you were currently traveling with. You couldn’t. Not knowingly. You had an awful case of nerves whenever asked to perform in front of others, so to have learned the lyrics to that song…

“Kili!” his name was a horrified gasp from your lips, and he froze in his work, his back still to you. He had gone silent, the rest of the words dying in his throat when he realized he had been caught.

You stepped over your bedroll before taking another long stride to find yourself leaning down into the young Dwarf’s face, hands on your hips. “How do you know that song?”

Kili audibly gulped, chocolate brown eyes straying from yours as he took a few moments to try and come up with some sort of an excuse, but having you this close to him, even with all your ire drifting off of your form in waves, was chasing away any coherent thought, let alone a proper explanation. And as more time passed in silence, he could feel your glare sharpening, as if getting ready to pierce right through him. His lips parted, having found his throat had gone dry, and he sucked in a bit of air to try and buy himself some more time. Of course, he had nothing to say. What could he say when it was quite obvious just where he had heard that song before?

But your patience had, apparently, run out, and more than anything, you felt the sting of betrayal. This dwarf, this wonderful goofy man-child that you had come to care for, clearly wasn’t the gentleman you had initially learned him to be. All those offerings of hands to keep you from tripping, giftings of his blanket to keep you warmer at night and all those questions regarding your well-being, where had they stemmed from? How could the same person that had been so kind and polite towards you--with the occasional, meaningless prank--peak on you while you were in the middle of a bath? You had told him where you were going because you trusted that he would keep the others from following; it most certainly had not been an invitation for a private viewing party. 

Unable to bear his presence any longer, you spun away from him, crossing the short distance to your bedroll and gathering it up in your arms along with the rest of your things. You walked around the Hobbit, who was currently feigning sleep to make it seem that he hadn’t been listening to your whole exchange with the young prince, and set yourself up so that he was your buffer. The whole while, you felt Kili’s eyes at your back, and when you went to lay down for the evening, in your periphery, you noticed that he had not moved from where you had left him, only now, he looked positively guilty, head hanging and bottom lip in an almost-pout. 

Your heart--infernal thing that it was--ached at his expression. He looked even smaller than usual--being a human, you were taller than him--but you couldn’t let that get to you. What he did was wrong. And the fact he had no explanation for his behavior confirmed the worst for you. He had really just come down to the river to get an eyeful of you; the performance was just an extra, one that had lingered in his mind. 

It stung, and you had trouble falling asleep that night, your back to both Bilbo and Kili. That next morning, it was Fili--not his brother--that had tapped your shoe with the tip of his boot, stirring you from slumber. Dazed, you lifted your head slowly, looking at him over your shoulder.

“Time to get up, Y/N. Thorin wants us to move out soon,” the blond dwarf said with a pitying smile; it was clear that he had woken you from a deep sleep.

Once he had walked off, you gave yourself a moment and a good stretch before getting to your feet and starting on packing. 

Beside you, Bilbo was just finishing up with his bedroll when he turned to you. The hobbit watched you for a few minutes, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally stepped towards you and said what was on his mind, “I, um, I know it probably isn’t any of my business, but your father did ask that I keep an eye out for you while on this journey. And I, obviously, saw what had happened between you and Kili last night. It isn’t clear to me what had transpired; all I gathered from the situation was that you weren’t happy he knew that song he had been singing. However, if you do feel like talking, know that I am more than willing to lend an ear, should you need it.”

It was a sweet sentiment, one that made you smile at him as you straightened to your full height. “Thanks, Bilbo. I appreciate you being willing to do that for me, but this is really between Kili and I.”

“Understood,” he responded with a nod, curls bouncing with the movement. “But if you change your mind, don’t be afraid to come to me.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Unfortunately for Kili--and Fili, too, who had to hear his brother’s lamenting whenever the two of them were alone--your way of handling the situation was to completely avoid him. If he brought his pony up by yours, you’d urge yours to go a bit faster, moving between two company members so that the brown-haired prince had no choice but to remain behind you. If he tried to talk to you once camp was set, you’d make your way over to Bilbo or Bofur and talk to them as if Kili hadn’t just called your name. If you woke in the morning to find his blanket over you, you’d fold it up and place it by him. But what killed the young dwarf the most was the fact that you wouldn’t even look at him, and you didn’t do it with such conviction, too, as if your eyes landing upon his features would cause you to turn to stone. That was preposterous, of course, but damn it all! He missed you!

For you, there was a simple reason for gazing everywhere but at Kili’s face. If you didn’t see the puppy dog eyes, they would have no effect on you. Plain and simple. Although, after a couple days of this, you were beginning to miss him, too. This had gone on for long enough. It was childish behavior on your part--both Bilbo and Fili had said so--but they did not know what he had done! And to fix things between the two of you, a talk would have to happen, one you weren’t sure you were ready to have since it would involve bringing up the fact he had been peeping on you down at the river.

So things continued to be painful for the Company, as neither of you could find the will to broach the subject with the other, until the two of you had no choice but to have that awkward conversation. 

The setting? Mirkwood’s dungeon.

[an-absolute-travesty]

Welcome to the chaos

Hi I’m a kotlc blog, if you want my other ramblings go follow my side @an-absolute-trainwreck

Alright here’s the deal:

My name is Oscar, I also like Oz or Ozzy

Plaguecore blog= @dr-leeches

Writing blog= @oscar-writes-stuff

Band blog = @an-absolute-ghoul

OFMD blog = @a-damn-travesty

Wattpad= Ohwowhatethis

AO3= an_absolute_travesty 

Master list below cut 

* means I like this one especially 

Guys these are almost all old… I’m not gonna take them down, but I can write better now <3

Fluff= pure fluff

Fluffy= light conflict

Angst= the characters are angsty but there’s a happy ending

Heavy angst= very intense angst, might make you cry, probably won’t be a happy ending

No angst or fluff label= neither fluffy nor angsty, a normal amount of conflict or just not super cute and fluff worthy

*Royal Screw Ups, Keefe x Dex royalty au, completed, like 11k words (aka my baby.)

Wattpad          Tumblr ch. 1  ch. 2/3  ch.4  ch.5  ch.6  ch.7  ch. 8         AO3

*Royal Screw-Ups: Side Stories, oneshot collection, three parts planned, currently 10.8k

Wattpad         Tumblr: Part 1 (Backup Plans)   Part 2 (Wedding Redux)          AO3: Part 1 (Backup Plans)   Part 2 (Wedding Redux)

Elwin’s house, oneshot, Dadwin hc, angst, first fic I ever wrote...stop reading it-

 Wattpad          Tumblr

Pet Shop Kam, oneshot, fluff, human au, Keefe x Tam

Wattpad            Tumblr

*Game Night Bonding, oneshot, fluffy, gay as hell, gang has a game night

Wattpad            Tumblr

The Night, oneshot, Keefe x Dex, fluff, Keefe and Dex have a middle of the night surprise date

Wattpad            Tumblr

*What cost?[aka ~That fic~], oneshot, keefitz, heavy angst, major character death warning 

Wattpad            Tumblr

The party, oneshot, sophiana, fluffy, Biana helps Sophie get ready for a party

Wattpad   (I can’t find it on my tumblr, tell me if you find it)    AO3

*Let me go, onehshot, heavy angst, Kam, major character death warning

Wattpad            Tumblr

Tam can’t bake, oneshot, fluffy, titz, title is self explanatory 

Wattpad            Tumblr             Podfic (narrated by Maya)

*Sick day, oneshot, fluff, marelinh, Marella gets sick

Wattpad             Tumblr

They’re gay disasters your honor, oneshot, fluffy, sophiana, unedited and not beta read because I needed it out quick thus thus the title

Wattpad             Tumblr 

*Smokey Skies and Pretty Fires, oneshot, marelinh, vigilante arsonist/firefighter au 

Wattpad            Tumblr         AO3  

Secret santa fic, oneshot, kam, coffee shop college au, it’s called ‘repressed smiles’ on AO3 literally just because I needed a title

Wattpad           Tumblr        AO3 

Game night bonding 2.0, oneshot, gen, the gang plays monopoly, fluffy, unedited and not beta read, written based on a prompt given to the keeper crew blog, written in one go bc I wanted it to go fast, aye first 2021 fic

Wattpad           Tumblr

Rainy Days, oneshot, kam, Tam aint vibing with his winnowing gala, fluffy

Wattpad          Tumblr

Elwin’s House - Revised, oneshot, Keefex, Elwin’s House if I had written it today, light angst

Wattpad            Tumblr

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other, oneshot, keefitz, historical/cowboy/country/farmer au

Wattpad           Tumblr        Ao3

Jolene, 2 parts, sophiana, same cowboy au extended universe

Ao3

Short drabbles (like under 5 sentences) are tagged “oscars drabbles”

So yeah, do tell me if one of those links isn’t working please. I don’t know how up to date I’ll remember to keep this but as of 8/9/2022 that’s what I’ve got. Anything pre Elwin’s House 2.0 was written in 2021 and before, there’s almost a year gap there. Maybe just don’t read anything before then. It’ll probably be a little bad.

[hawksmagnolia]

Third time’s a charm

Drunk drabble prompt fulfillment for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​!

Submitted by @littleredstarfish​

Fandom: Endings, Beginnings Frank (AU) x reader

Words: 1,411

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, speeding, hot cop

Tags and moodboard behind the cut! xoxo

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The first time you meet him, it’s accidental.

You weren’t even going that fast. It’s a deserted country road, one you’ve driven a million times. It’s also 2 am, about to storm and you’re completely exhausted and cranky from a slammed Friday night at work.

When you see the flash of blue lights, you swear colorfully and pull over to the shoulder. Straddling your bike, you cut the engine and kick the stand down a little too hard. You push your visor up, pull your backpack to your front, and start digging for your license. You grab the leather riding glove in your teeth and put it off so you can wrestle it from your wallet.

The cop walks, no, that’s definitely a swagger, up to you. He lights you up with his stupid Maglite, half blinding you and illuminating the glove still in your teeth. As the white spots in your vision fade, you get your first look at him. You’ve seen him before at the bar. He’s a friend of Jack, your co-owner, fellow bartender, and cousin. He’s also ridiculously good looking, from his brooding bad boy stubble and muscular frame in tac pants and bulletproof vest over polo. Not only is he a cop, but he’s also a damned detective. You can see the blue of his eyes even from where you stand and he has those long lashes that most women would kill for.

If Jack told him you have made comments about his ass in jeans then you’ll be the sole owner of the bar because Jack will be a dead man. Jack also failed to mention the whole “He’s a cop” thing.

You spit the glove into your bag as lift your hands and point with your elbow.

“I’ve got a knife in my pocket. I am telling you so I can take it out.”

He nods and you pull your switchblade free of your jeans pocket and set it on the ground before kicking it away from yourself.

“You know why I pulled you over?”

“Because you’ve got nothing better to do?”

He frowns and holds out his hand. “License and registration please.”

As you hand over both, his frown deepens. He glances at the little plastic cards and then back at you.

“Can you take your helmet off please?”

Sighing, you reach back and unclip it and pull it off your head.

“Jesus Christ. You’re a woman. You’re Jack’s partner.”

“Last time I checked. Are you going to give me a ticket or not? I’d like to get home before the clouds break and I end up pissed off and soaked.”

“I’ve never seen a woman ride like that.”

“Then you are hanging out with the wrong women. Can I smoke? Please.”

He gives a curt nod and walks a short way away, pressing the mic on his shoulder and you hear him calling in your tag and license number.

Using your beloved vintage zippo lighter, the flame casting shadows across your face as it lights the cigarette. Tired of standing uncomfortably, you swing your left leg over and lean sidesaddle on the bike. Unable to control yourself, you flip off the camera that is hidden in the grill of his car.

The radio crackles and you see him watching you. Or maybe he’s admiring the bike. It’s a fully custom Harley Davidson Roadster painted a matte concrete color. Her name is Vendetta she’s your prized possession.

The static dies away and he comes back over and hands over the license and insurance card as well as a folded yellow paper.

“You’re clear. I’m giving you a written warning. You were going fast as hell but you weren’t endangering anyone and you’re almost home so no ticket but slow down. Plus you’d probably spit in my drink the next time I’m at the bar.”

“Aye aye captain!” You give him a mock salute.

“You’re a real smart ass.”

“You betcha. Next time you won’t catch me.” You wink.

His cerulean eyes study your face before he turns to head back to his car. “Good night ma’am.”

Flipping the paper open you notice that inside the warning is another piece of paper with his name, Frank, and number. You snap the zippo back open and watch the flame eat at the phone number, knowing he’s watching. You toss the flaming paper aside before it burns your fingertips, right yourself with gear and backpack before roaring off into the night. The last thing he sees is the blur of taillights.

You forget about your switchblade, left forgotten on the roadside. He walks over and picks it up, idly turning it in his fingers.

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The second time you meet him, it’s just plain bad luck.

Sitting on the bar, booted feet bouncing off the wood, you’re icing your knuckles while a paramedic seals up the cut on your eyebrow when he walks in the door.

“Aw, shit.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I’m almost done.” The paramedic wipes some of the dried blood off.

Detective Frank the hottie spies you and heads straight for you.

And yeah, he’s definitely hot. You get a much better look at him in the light than on a dark road. He’s in detective gear tonight, polo shirt and khaki pants. You can see the muscles of his thighs through his pants.

“Well, if it isn’t my little speed demon. Jack.” He nods at your fellow bartender and co-owner. There is a weird moment of tension between them but it passes as fast as it comes.

Jack leans on the bar next to you, his stance almost possessive. “Frank.”

“I need to get a statement. From both of you.”

“I’ll go first.” Jack lifts the ice bag to check your knuckles. “You need more ice.”

“Yes, dad.” Rolling your eyes, you scoot across the bar to refill the bag.

The tension between the two is obvious as Jack gives his statement. Not much to it, the guy has too much to drink. Guy sees ex-girl, also drunk, with a new guy. Punches are thrown. Everyone gets tossed out on their ass. Normally you don’t have to exchange blows but stupid drunk girls don’t often come at you with acrylic claws and liquid courage running through their veins.

Jack walks back, a thunderous look on his face. “I’m going to go clean up.” He kisses your cheek and squeezes your hand.

You nod, puzzled about his mood.

Detective Hottie comes back your way. He reaches into his pocket and removes a familiar switchblade and hands it over.

“You forgot this.”

Scowling, you shove it into your pocket. “Protect, Serve, and give sharp pointy things to women?”

“Something like that.”

He gets the statement and before he closes his little notebook he scribbles his number on a page and hands it to you.

You accept but when he looks back, you’ve balled it up and shot it into the trash can.

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The third time, he comes to you.

When someone knocks on the door at 7 pm on a Wednesday, it’s a shock. No one comes to your home except one of your few friends or the family you speak to and you prefer it that way. Figuring it must be the kid next door selling something for a school fundraiser, you pull yourself off the couch and open the door. You’re so surprised you can’t even stop your mouth from falling open.

Detective Hottie is on your doorstep. But he’s not Detective Hottie tonight. He’s straight-up hot Frank in jeans and a simple t-shirt.

Finally recovering your wits, you lean on the door jam. “Good evening Detective. Are you doing doughnut deliveries?”

“Why do you keep tossing my number?”

“Because I’m not interested.”

“I think you are.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“Are you dating Jack?”

You sputter and laugh, clutching your middle. “Oh god no. That’s gross and totally illegal. Jack is my cousin. Our dads were brothers.”

His eyes scrutinize your face, pink from laughter. “I’ve never seen you laugh before.”

You shrug. “Maybe you weren’t watching close enough."

He leans closer, close enough that his jaw skims yours. “Why not give me a chance to make you laugh again?”

You hesitate. His cologne smells delicious and he seems to be radiating sin and promises of a good time.

“One date.”

He smiles and it lights up his entire face.

“You won’t regret it. Promise.”

You might even believe him.

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[ask-xayah-therebel]

What to do, what to do.

I feel like I really oughta do something with this account considering it’s existed under approximately seven different URLs, and this is quite literally the first post on it in.. Three(?) years of having the account.

Idk if anyone will ever even see this to be honest, it’s kinda weird. Part of me wants to get back into league RP stuff, but that shit was hella fucked, and so many people in it left such a sour taste in the back of my mouth. Like, probably over 70% of every encounter i’ve had with someone that I can still look back on and go “what the everloving fuck” in disgust is from that community.

But, it was kinda fun. Somehow.

The other part of me however is going “Why the fuck would you do that” and instead just wants to write, so this might just turn out to be one of those things where I’ll every now and then put a short drabble or some shit on and kinda hope I don’t hate it, just to keep myself writing and hoping.

The third and final part though just kinda wants to use it as a blog- I only ever really come on here now when i’m drinking anyway, so using it as an emotional outlet could be very interesting. Simultaneously though, I tried using that coping mechanism before and it was bad. Like, hella bad. 15 year old me was stupid.

Speaking of, holy shit it’s been a while since I first set out on here. Six years. I’ve made and lost so many friends since then- Through here, and outside of the site. Think about it, so many trends and people have come and gone over the last six years, to a point that I remember worrying if my writing would ever be good enough, and here I am at doing a university course to make computer games. Never woulda thought it’d be possible back then.

Of course, if you said to me six years ago “Kid, in six years time you’re going to have made some fucking terrible decisions but you’ll have come to terms with almost all of them. In six years time, you’ll be doing a course on something you currently dream of. In six years time, you’re up at 4am drinking and writing what amounts to a small essay on god knows what.” I’d go “yeah you’re talking out of your ass, now go away so i can fuck exams up some more”.

The world changes so much, it’s so weird. Kinda cool though.

Anyway, I’ll probably come back to this with some kinda answer in the next several days when I’m procrastinating doing my animation assignment that’s due in.. Three days time? And I still need to actually learn to animate, and create several game ready animations, then import them into a game platform. Christ.

Welp. To future me- I hope you fucking did your assignment and got it in on time.

To anyone reading this- I’m amazed you found this, and am very, very concerned that you did. Like i don’t know if you were stalking old blog names of mine and found this one with this post? Or if tumblr just recommended it because this website is a shithole. But congrats for making it through this far either way, I guess.

Speaking of.. Jesus I’ve had a lot of blogs haven’t I. Katarinaishyperashell, lady-of-clockwork, yasuothetempest, ask-xayah-therebel, adanceofbladesandblood.. That’s quite a few aye. And that ain’t counting the ones I’ve remade over the years, or can’t remember the names of.

So many people who convinced me to stick around on those blogs, so many of them that made me so happy. And depressingly, I can’t remember a single one of them.

Well. I remember them, but the ones I remember have already moved on as far as I know. A shame, but I’m glad they ain’t doing what I’m doing, sat here typing out their thoughts while being blinded by the white log that is this text box. Or maybe they are, and I just don’t know it.

Regardless, I should probably sleep or at least get my sorry ass in bed. Got lots of animation work to do tomorrow.

So, to anyone who has found this and read through it all, congratulations on getting through the ramblings of a man who really needs a sleeping schedule and to do their assignments. If you skipped to the end, I don’t really blame you either. But aye, if anyone who’s read this remembers any of those old blogs- I feel hella bad for you, but hit me up. Chat about memories n all that jazz.

Take care, and sleep well.

[mxtcha-tea]

[g ｕｉｄｅｌｉｎｅｓ　運ダゴ]

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✎but if my mind can't process more than a few scenarios for the request, it will be short.

✎i've decided to make this blog mostly self indulgent because i don't work well under stress, hope you understand :).

✎HOWEVER, as much as i would love to hear your requests, there's a limit on how many you can request so first come first serve.

—if you want to request something, make it ~unique~

✎i've seen a lot of writings that had already been writen over and over again, and i thought, "why not try something new?"

✎don't worry, i still take the normal requests but as i said just now, it'll be short.

—DO NOT STEAL/PLAGIARIZE MY WORKS

✎please just don't, you'll prolly get no benefit from it.

✎this includes either plagiarize, translate or repost in other platforms.

—as i said in my old blog, DO NOT SPAM REQUESTS

✎i'll put a list of what i have to write on the nav (requested and not).

✎if some of it are requested, i'll write who requested it (whether it's off or on anon).

—please specify the request

✎includes things such as gender, format, or others

—what do i write?

✎crack (obviously my favourite)

✎fluff

✎angst

✎horrors/dark fic (but without the other dark stuffs, will list down below)

✎hurt/comfort

✎anything that's bearable to me

—what do i don't write?

✎r*cist/p*do/inc*st/sexist contents

✎shaming in every way possible (race, religion, skin, body figure, disability, etc)

✎NSFW (only a few suggestive contents but other than just that is a no-no)

✎duncons/noncons/yandere themed

✎alpha/omega/beta things (it always been used in smuts right? even tho i don't specifically write smut, you prolly can use it for non-sexual subjects but i still don't understand it fully)

✎characters x characters (only on ao3) (watch me feel soft because of bokuaka aye—)

✎anything that i'm not comfortable writing

—who/what do i write for?

haikyuu

✎everyone lolol

jujutsu kaisen

✎itadori, sukuna, megumi, nobara, inumaki, gojo, nanamin, junpei, will add more...(i'm late to caught to the anime :'D, maybe i'll continue by the manga)

danganronpa (dr1 only) (yes, haven't finished dr2 and i can't find dr3 :'))

✎everyone except monokuma (if you like monokuma then please go see a therapist)

More to be added soon!

[r ｅｑｕｅｓｔｉｎｇ　日奥ト]

—headcanons

✎honestly no limit but if i get so self indulgent in it, i might make it into 2 separate posts or something. (limit : no limit)

—imagines

✎it can be scenarios about a few characters, teams or literally anyone. (limit : 5)

—drabbles

✎kinda short. prolly will only be the title, pairing and the drabble itself. (limit : 1 only)

—timestamps

✎the time and short story. that's all. (limit : 1 only, i think)

—songfic

✎won't post this type often. the title of the song as the title of the fic, some info about the fic and then the writings. (limit : 1 only)

—fic

✎the same kind like the song fic BUT without songs as titles and gonna add some panels *wink* *wonk*. (limit : 1 only)

—SMAU/Texts

✎title, pairings, maybe some warnings, and boom, dumb and unfunny texts B). (no limits)

[ f ｏｒｍａｔｓ　旺引や]

—not a lot for this one but no, i don't take request

✎i only take requests for small fun activity (like doodling someone as a cat hehe)

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[ d ｒａｗｉｎｇｓ　鋭ィニ]

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✎as i said just now, will make this place peaceful and won't have serious drama.

✎"but what if they attack you through dm's?"

✎well, they have to deal with the block button of course.

[ i ｎｂｏｘ　因岡ゴ]

[toomuchrobojunk]

AYE, first post. I'm gonna draw a bit of that good shit and write some self insert heacannons/drabbles because I have hands. This will be a very self indulgent blog, so 90% percent of it will be Megatron based because he's my comfort character. I've been fixating on him HARD. 💕💕

[emeraldbabygirl]

Aye so I’m newly smitten over UNVS 👏🏼 is it possible to have a fluffy to smutty moment with the brat known as Jen?🥺❤️ -🎨

Lmaoo I think I know who this is omgg we love this sudden ask. You have every right to be, UNVS are whole ass daddies. Um..ok I’ve never gotten a request before on fanfics so I’m not exactly sure how to go about it. Ok so, would you want a lil drabble/blurb type thing or a whole ass oneshot? Also would I be writing the bitch Jen as the brat or no? I would definitely love to take you up on this request but I don’t know how long it will take to finish. I’m very slow with my writing. I just don’t want to accept it and have you be disappointed that it took me 84 years to finish. AHHH IM SO SORRY I REALLY WANT TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU BUT IM NErvy about how to do it ugh.

I’ll tell you what, I can get to work on it this weekend. Is that alright? If there are any specifics you want in the fic feel free to message me however if you would like to stay anonymous that’s alright and when it’s up you can check on my blog. Usually when I post fics that takes all my energy out of me so you won’t have to scroll far on my blog to get to it. And of course you can just check the tags cause I’m an idiot. ANYWAY yes I will happily write this for you I’m highkey excited, my first request and it’s for UNVS uwu! Also also, not that I want to promote myself because yikes, but I also make moodboards so if there’s ever a time that you want to request a moodboard sometime please feel free to do so!

[kyoanikis]

– B A S I C S –

NAME:  quinn!

ALIAS(ES)/HANDLE(S):  ....quinn ! also saphriers sometimes!

ARE YOU OVER 18?    yes  /  No

IS YOUR MUSE?   yes  /  no

WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED?  mid-october 2019!

– W R I T I N G –

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people) /  Highly (few people)  /  Private (mutuals only)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all  /  A little  /  Some  /  Mostly ( though main verse is canon divergent )  /  Strictly  /  Not Applicable

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners /  Single-Para  /  Multi-Para  /  Novella

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No  /  Gifs  /  Icons  /  Yes

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No  / Yes ( discord, but only in servers really )

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted  /  Open-Ended Plots (set up a meeting and see what happens)  /  Semi-Plotted (one or two steps ahead)  /  Fully Plotted Epics ( plotted beginning, middle, and end ) i love to plot pls lets plot

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks) /  Average (1-2 weeks) /  Fast (less than one week)  /  Very Fast (less than three days)  /  It depends

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff  /  Angst /  Smut /  Violence / Tragedy  /  Domestic  / Family / Conversational

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy  / Supernatural /  Science Fiction  /  Historical  / Horror /  Comedy /  Romantic / Drama  / Action / Adventure  /  Espionage

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No  /  Yes ( kidnapping and slavery elements. i had a writing parter do this with me when i first started writing again and it made me extremely uncomfortable. i learned to say no from that experience. those elements were a core part of their oc and i refuse to write with any characters like that again )  /  Sometimes

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? none outside the typical triggers 

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial ( give me found family i’ll love you forever )

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic /  Platonic  /  Familial (Prior discussion for all needed)

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No  /  Chemistry Only  /  Yes ( kyou x happiness....living.....self-worth....lmao )

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No /  Yes ( i refuse to write romantic ships involving kyou x any of the kamabokos. adult x minor will die by my blade. )

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual  /  Heteroflexible  /  Bisexual /  Pansexual /  Homoflexible  /  Homosexual / Demisexual /  Sapiosexual  /  Asexual

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic  /  Heteroflexible  / Biromantic /  Homoflexible  /  Homoromantic   /  Panromantic /  Demiromantic  /  Sapioromantic  /  Aromantic

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No ( i wont write smut threads on tumblr, but drabbles i do sometimes! i will only do them for ships that the other mun and i have talked about beforehand though, and kyou wouldn’t sleep with anyone he just met so our muses need to know each other first ) /  Selectively ( perhaps on discord? ive not done it yet though. )  / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship /  During plotting  /  After a couple IC interactions  /  Several IC interactions  /  Slow burn ( aye hit me with that plotted slow burn )  /  Never

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No  /  Selectively, and it depends on what it is? / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (incest, canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No  /  Selectively /  Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No  /  Selectively /  Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? Never  /  Sometimes  / Yes ( i will only romantically ship with one version of a character )

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No ( well....maybe sometimes lakshgfkdh )  /  Yes

– T A G G I N G! –

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tagged by: i stole it from @dobushira

[bounteousmuses]

A New Challenger Approaches!

WHAM!

As clear light shined in through through the crystalline violet windows, bathing the central tables and its five ornate chairs in a vibrant glow, a certain woman dressed as a judge slammed her gavel down.

 “We will now commence the first meeting to discuss our strategy for getting selected as a muse on this blog. Does anyone have any good ideas?”

Seated in the other four chairs around her were a quartet of women that looked like her, well, without the mustache and judge habit thing. One had a pair of glasses that hid her eyes, another wore a worried frown, another a perpetual grin, and another had a determined glare. 

And the determined one was the first to speak.

She slammed her fist on the table. “I do!”

Judge nodded toward her. “Of course, what do you have to say?”

“Let’s just get out there and start writing!” the determined, Fearless one started, “Who cares who we write with, let’s just write! Let’s follow a ton of blogs! We’ll overwhelm them with the sheer quantity of our posts!” 

“But wouldn’t we run the risk of disappointing ourselves?” muttered the worried, Spineless one. “The last time the mun followed a ton of blogs, he didn’t exactly get many replies from any of them. We also don’t really have a lot of icons, people might get bored of seeing the same reaction over and over.”

“That wouldn’t really bother me, so why should we worry?” pouted the cheery, Happy one, “We wanna have fun and make friends, right? We gotta start somewhere, and I doubt people would be petty about icons!”

“Hmmm... what say you, Katarina Claes?” muttered the Judge, addressing the last of the women; the one with folded hands staring into the distance behind opaque lenses. 

The Studious one quickly adjusted her glasses and spoke, calmly, “Katarina and Katarina each bring up good points. We need to find a way to make the best use of what we have, while also setting aside time to gather more. If only our anime was fully out already and we could binge it, then we’d have a lot more to work with. Of course we should also balance our time. We aren’t the only muse on this blog after all, so we can’t hog all the limelight.”

Tapping her finger to her chin for a moment, Studious mulled over everything they had to work with. And that’s when an idea struck. “I’ve got it.”

“Are we gonna build a farm again?” Happy piped up, her grin peaking ear to ear. She tilted her head to the side in confusion. “Though I’m not sure how that would work on Tumblr... I don’t know how digital eggplants would taste... Maybe we grow something else?”

Fearless nodded her support in that, adding, “I’m all for trying something we haven’t before! Maybe we could grow icons or starter memes, something that would help out others that find this blog.”

“But what if people don’t bother writing with us? We do want to roleplay, right? People could just as easily take the memes and go-”

WHAM!

Judge slammed her gavel again.

“Settle down, settle down.”

“As I was saying,” started Studious, giving the other Katarinas a pointed glare, “I was thinking we could start a queue. Get some consistent content going. Maybe some in-character drabbles or other headcanons that will help our followers understand us and the other muses here. The mun can pepper us in here and there, get a feel for whether we would be a good fit for this blog.”

“Ooo! That just might work! I love it.”

“I guess that works for me...”

“It certainly is something new. Would be a nice change of pace.”

“All in favor?” muttered Judge, raising her gavel once more.

A resounding cry of “Aye!” filled the air.

Though just as Judge was about to slam her gavel, there was a soft pop-

One of Katarina’s Earth Bumps appeared on the table in front of the Judge, seemingly whispering to the mustachioed woman. It retreated with a foop not but a moment or two later. 

“It appears that the mun has already posted this entire council meeting. The muse page has already been modified to include us.”

“WHAAAAAAAAAAT?” exclaimed Fearless, shocked at such a fast development. It even knocked the grin off of Happy’s face!

“This is bad!” shrieked Spineless, “The few followers we have that are following for Rukia-san and Kyoko-san are gonna freak! We’re not even strong fighters compared to them! How will we survive on a blog filled with blood knights?”

“Katarina Claes!” yelled Studious, even beating out Judge’s gavel, “Don’t you see? This is a golden opportunity! The followers will see us in action, and if they’ve read this far, they might as well leave a like on this post and leave a comment in the reply thingy telling us whether they want more.”

“Oh! Let’s give them a special password!” Happy turned and addressed the reader of this post directly. “If you’re reading this, comment ‘Farming is how you converse with the earth’!” 

“I-I’m sure they’re too busy for that,” started Spineless, “But I do hope they like what they see. I-It would be fun to hang around this blog...”

“All in favor of moving forward with Katarina’s suggestion?”

Another resounding “Aye!” filled the room.

[wonderfulworldofwinchester]

Watch It Witch

Dean x Witch!Reader drabble

Requested by @witch-of-letters “hey there! Just saw the message of you looking for help, so I'm here to lend a hand.😀 Could I request a Dean drabble, where he realises he's in love with Witch!Reader (they had been friends since R was 17 and him 26). Set in season 10.”

Warnings: Language, age gap.

Word Count:538

**This was typed on my phone so lord have mercy on all the weird autocorrect/grammar errors that are bound to be in here lol**

Tens years has passed since you met the winchesters. More specifically since you became best friends with the elder brother. You were 17, and a witch. They made you the minute you locked eyes. Not that you hadn’t made them just as fast. You were harmless when it came to using your powers. There was never the desire to use them to hurt people, so you did everything you could to prove to them that you were good and not a danger. In the beginning it was to save your life, but after a while you developed a little bit of affection for the friendship.

Ever since you, in Dean’s words, “weaseled your way in”, you guys have stayed in constant contact. They would call you for help on a case here and there, but nothing could have prepared you for this one. You knew something was up when Sam called instead of Dean. Being the hero he often felt the need to be, he took on an awful mark that had an ugly impact on him.

For the better half of this year, you’ve been with them in the bunker trying to figure out how to rid him of it. He was your best friend how could you not spend every waking hour looking for the answer. “Y/N?” His gruff voice sounded from the end of the table, “Why are you still up?”

“I have to find it. It’s in here somewhere, I just know it!”

“It can wait until morning. Go to bed.”

You hand slammed down on the book, “NO IT CAN’T!” A defeated huff passed your lips, “I can’t keep seeing you like this Dean. I need that thing gone.”

Dean walked back to his room, your words bouncing around in your head. He thought of all the memories that you bad shared over the years. The day you met. The time you had accidentally splashed tequila all over your face in a pathetic attempt at a first shot. All the time you had picked up him when he fell. Your bright eyes, and gorgeous smile flashed across those memories as your bubbly laugh floated across in the background.

“Holy shit….” He sat up on his bed, mouth wide open. It just hit him like a mack truck going 90 down the highway. He loved you. And maybe, maybe you could feel the same way if this was tearing you up this much.

His feet pounded against the cold concrete flooring of the bunker’s halls as he headed back to find you. With one long shot of faith he, stopped right beside your chair, tilting your head back to plant a kiss on the soft lips he never knew he always wanted.

A small chuckle slipped past your lips, “Took you long enough old man.”

“Ay watch it witch!” He said with a smirk

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