#but I think it’s a little weird to send me those asks considering I’m still a teen?

[hexcii]

Since I started TNG half a year ago, I’ve gotten a lot of asks like “what would it be like if Sun, Moon and Y/N had kids?” and other things like it.

And I’m just gonna go out and say that I’m sorry, but I won’t be answering these questions. I myself do not want kids and never have, and since I project a lot onto TNG this question has always made me very uncomfortable.

However! This is not to say that I don’t want people to think about it for themselves. You want to imagine what it would be like if they had children? Hell yeah! Great! More power to you! I honestly don’t mind the idea, I just don’t want to take part in it myself.

So, if you send me something asking how’d they’d be as parents or if Y/N had found Sun and Moon as caterpillars or anything of the sorts, please don’t be upset that I won’t answer it! I’m just not comfortable answering that.

Oki I’m gonna go to bed now goodnight chat

[keelt9]

Paper 2

Masterlist

A/N: Merry Christmas! I hope you spend this holiday calmly and the way it makes you feel at ease.

Remember to take your time, one step at the time. ❄️

From far away I send you a big hug!🍒

The table near the small tree and the window, the messages are in his phone still he keeps mumbling all his way until the restaurant. 

Why the hell is even sweating this much?

The restaurant is a little bit crowded with people having breakfast but his eyes fly right away to the table near to the plant and the window.

His heart drops seeing in the table a man thanking the waitress, who just left a cup of coffee. One more time the endless questions flow through his mind.

Who is he? Is the table correct? Daniel was right and it’s fake after all? Did she get married?

The man lifts his eye in time to smile at Max and wave his hand, insecure Max walks to the table gripping his phone tight, in his head the worst possible scenario is developing so fast. 

The man will introduce him to his little elf fiance, probably they are already planning on having a family, living in a nice house in the town, they could even have a pet.

Is she still the same little elf of years ago?

“Oh, please, don’t put that face on Max.” The man shook his hand. “I’m not her boyfriend or husband.”

Max sighs, but still feels tension over his shoulders. 

“Sorry, sorry, diaper issue.” Max recognizes the girl, is the one his little elf is hugging, her sister; carrying a baby girl in her arms. “Omg, are you ok? You’re pale as a ghost.”

Max feels like he just saw one.

“Yes, I… I'm just…surprised.” The woman smiles tenderly following Max's eyes to the baby she had in her arms.

“Oh, please, don’t be scared.” She extends her hand with a soft smile on her face. “I’m Isabell… your little efl sister.” Max grabs her hand. “My husband Gonzalo and this baby girl is my daughter, Noah.”

“She is so beautiful, just like her.” Max's eyes stuck to the baby, his pinky cheek and shiny eyes. 

Isabell smiles tenderly at her baby and caresses her face. “My mom said I shouldn’t be disturbed that much to my sister or my baby will be so similar to her.”

Max giggles observing Noah hide her face in her mother's shoulder. “She forgot to mention, I’ll give birth to her twin.”

Max laughs, feeling lighter and relaxed. “Why don’t we sit?” Gonzalo mentions carrying their baby so they can sit.

“I’m sorry if I make things in such a weird way, but I’m afraid I won't find another idea in my mind.” Isabell mentioned. “Listen Max, let’s be honest, my sister knows who you are.”

Max shallow, and call for a waitress, is too early for a drink? With this situation, he doesn’t think so.

“She found out about you, the first year you were in Red bull, when she saw your face on the screen I believe she could faint in any seconds.” She smirks softly. “From that moment on, every time she knew a race would take place, she barely moved from the T.V.”

Gonzalo laughs probably remembering those moments. “Every clothing item you release, she will have it by the end of the month. She never said but she became your fan no.1.”

Noah looks with all her attention to him making him make a funny face putting a smile on her little face. 

“When you have that accident on the track, she really anguishes, until you appear to be dizzy but safe.” Max quivers for a second but he needs to ask.

“She never contacted me.” Those words closed his throat. “If she…”

“Max both of you move on, or at least she's been trying.” Max notices the unease expression in Isabell’s face. “She refused to come back to Benasque, she is acknowledging about the radical new world you're living, that she's felt doesn't belong there, but also she refuses to move one, you know what I mean?”

Max shakes his head, this time Gonzalo speaks. “Max isn't a secret she stops considering you just as a best friend, you can tell by the way she speaks about you.”

Noah giggles as she tries to grab Max's hand. “But she met a guy a couple of years ago, he's an enchanting person with her, and even he confessed his feelings a couple of months ago…”

“No.” It was an involuntary response, Max felt his heart squeeze.

“She refused to give him a chance until I spoke with her.” Isabell bits her lips. “Reason why she went one more time to Benasque.”

Suddenly the sunny day of Barcelona feels cold making him shiver.

“In a way to say goodbye.” Max moves in his chair, he feels nauseous. 

“However you started to search for her, she doesn't know because after Christmas she stops looking at your accounts, she cleans all that resembles you.”

“Then…the..then how do you know?” He shutters and blesses God in that moment his drink came.

“I worked for a sports magazine, you make a big show of this, it's just a simple deduction, you are looking for my sister in law.” Gonzalo giggles. “You Max Verstappen looking for someone I see every weekend is something weird.”

Isabell gives her baby’s bottle to Noah. “Maybe I sound like a crazy protective sister but Max, I love my sister, and I want the best for her, that is why I'm telling you all this… I'm sorry but if you are only looking for my sister just for bringing back a friendship, trust me she will always consider you like her most treasured friend.” 

Max opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, but he's just empty. “The best for her is you keep going in separate ways, because having you in her life, I'm afraid she will be stuck one more time.”

Gonzalo perceived the conflict expression in his face and the fact his drink disappeared. “Don't worry Max, she's fine, healthy, making her dreams true, don't have to worry about her.”

Noah laughs seeing the faces her mother makes to her, this would be the last time to hear the closest sound of her laugh?

“What if I see her in the same way she saw me?” Isabell shakes her head.”What if I…”

“Max! You don't have to do this.” Max feels hopeless every second. “I didn't come here for an answer, I came to assure you she's fine, for you can be at ease.”

“No, no, no, I, me…I… I'm confused, sorry, it's just…” Max breaths slowly. “Every year, I travel with a backpack full of notebooks with importants things that happened to me to tell her, every special moment and the most random ones are noted there.”

Noah grabs his finger across the table. “I miss her like hell.” He carefully covers Noah’s ears. “Fuck, I been stupid.” 

The big eyes of the baby girl and the smile make him speak. “There must be a reason, right?” 

Isabell sees Gonzalo with conflicted eyes.

Max gets down his head. “Maybe I already know but I'm… what if I say something wrong?”

“Ok, let's do this.” Isabell leans over the table. “I won't rush anything, take your time, thinking about it carefully, when you are ready, give me a call, we can find out what to do after that.”

Max sees his empty drink taking a few breaths, what if that time is enough for her to finally leave him in the oblivion?

“Max, believe me, we have plenty of time.” It must be a thing between sisters, they look like they could actually read his mind. “She likes to take her time for important decisions.”

Max nods, unable to say another word, feeling so overwhelmed but happy and relieved. Isabell observes him unable to stop a soft smile.

“Well, it’s time to go.” She and her husband stand with their baby in his arms. “You have my number Max, call anytime when you have it all clear.”

Max stands, seeing the photo. “Do you mind if I keep with this one?” 

Isabell shakes her head. “All yours.” Noah mumbled, extending her little arms to Max. “You have a special charm Max, now I see it.”

Max grabs her little hand, shaking it, feeling shy for the compliment; the red cheeks with the top of the nose too, bring him soft memories and the concern that now, he has a lot to think about.

The summer break turns into agony, the past months he has been able to focus on the race leaving him zero time to think properly, he refuses to take a decision with the fuss of emotions of a race.

“So?” Daniel asked, sitting next to him cleaning the sweat of his forehead after a tough padel game. “You decided already?”

Max sits on the floor drinking a half of the water of his bottle. It’s the second week of the summer break and every time he tries to dig into the decision, he has a migraine after 15 minutes of thinking. 

His lack of answer made Daniel sigh. “Mate if it’s that hard, it could be a sign that maybe you see her as what it is?” 

“I don’t follow you.” Max leaned his arms over his knees.

“A dear friend of the past.” Daniel said, raising his hand waving it, Charles is walking right to them. “Just think about it with that perspective in mind.”

He can’t, Max simply can’t.

The next morning he postone all his meetings with friends and family, as he is making a small travel bag.

“It's summer?” Victoria mentions as they keep talking through the phone. “What do you expect to find there?”

Max didn’t even know but if there is a place where he always finds peace is in Benasque.

“Nothing, just a space to think.” Max sees Jimmy stretching on the window. “It will be a couple of days, don’t worry.”

“Max.” Max takes his bag standing in front of one of the trophies, next to it the photo of his little elf puts a smile on his face. “Take care, ok?”

The next morning he spent time walking around after having breakfast in the small hotel, his mind seemed to clear in every step.

“Look what the wind brings.” The old men from the clockmaker's workshop cross in his path. “Young boy, it’s early for you to come.” 

Max nods seeing him carrying bags. “Do you need an extra hand?” 

“Thank you.” He gives him two bags, as they walk to his store, talking about his life, 20 years have passed and Max feels he just met the old men who see every year.

He opened the door next to the shop, his house. “Want to come in? I have a nice limoned on the fridge.”

Max quiver for a second. “Or I have a tiramisu.” Max raises his eyes quickly. “The cute little girl mentioned it is… sorry probably it was your favorite.”

She remembers, that’s enough for Max to take a step inside of the house.

All in brown colors, a lot of photos hanging on every wall as he walks to the living room, where the old man asks him to wait a couple of seconds. 

He takes his time observing every photo, until his eyes find one that calls for his attention; it’s the Roman coliseum covered in snow.

He takes it as a memory that comes back to his mind.

“It’s almost impossible.” Max buttons the last ones from the neck part of her cape. 

The little girl rolled her eyes. “It has already passed! Why can't it happen again?” She stands taking the snow off her lap.

The night reached them and the cold is increasing, tomorrow Max must leave.

“You’re talking about snow in Rome!” She grabs his hands between her warming up before leaving. 

“Oh my God! You’re so pessimistic sometimes.” She rubs his hands, the gloves help to warm it quickly. “Ok, let’s say if it happens one more time, I swear, I’ll be there.”

Max scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Believe me, Mr. Frozen hands. I’ll make it.” She winks at him.

The old man finds Max with the photo in his hands; Max hears him unable to stop looking at the girl, well, the back of the girl.

“She made it.” His voice cracks unintentionally.

The man set the two plates on the small table. “Oh, indeed, she came back that winter with two photos, this is for me and the other one I guess it was for you…”

Max never came that winter.

“Fuck! How much I would love to be with her.” The man tilted his head. “She must look adorable.”

“I always knew, young boy.” The old man sat on his big sofa. “It’s true love what I saw in you two.”

“What?” Max turned around, unable to take his eyes from the photo.

“She said the same.” He takes a bite of the tiramisu. “She would love having you with her that day. After all she has something to reproach after all.”

That afternoon in front of the old clock downtown, the beeps of the phone seemed to last like an hour between each one. 

“Hello?” Max sighs, relieved, sitting on the closet bench.

“I love her.” Max whispers feeling the weight of his shoulders lifts. “That’s what I feel and I couldn’t say.” 

Isabell didn’t reply. “I love your sister…Please help me, don’t let her forget me.” Max panic fearing the worst. “I know it can sound stupid, we barely know each other, it has been 10 years, I changed, probably she did too. You may think I’m doing this in such a dumb way to keep myself in her life, but….” 

Max takes a deep breath. “I have been carrying a pen with a couple of notebooks for 10 years, more than one time I write about the fact I got stung by a bee! Omg, what a stupid man who isn’t in love does that? I’m frighten with the simple thought of losing her forever”

“Do you want to hear her?” Max held his breath. “We can coordinate things later, but we’re in the middle of a familiar reunion, you know? It will be so weird.” 

Max let go a breath that sounds like he’s had a hurricane inside. 

“Can I?” Isabell giggles with the fact that Max Verstappen is nervous.

“After you hear her I’ll hang out and I’ll call you later to coordinate something, ok?” Max stands excited walking around the bench, waiting. 

The sound of chattering and plates with laughs became slowly more audible, Max saw his hands, he’s trembling. 

“What are you doing?” Isabell asked. Damn it! Max is technically invisible and he feels so exposed every second.

Then the soft giggle drains the blood of his body. “Making a mojito, duh!”

She is there, she’s fucking there!

“See, ron, lemon, ice, mint and other things that dad said I will need.” Max imagines her in a beautiful summer dress. “Everything alright?”

“Well, I bet right now, yes, everything seems perfect.” Isabell sees her phone, Max is online. 

“Great, now, stop staring at me and give me a hand. I’m confused.” Isabell laughs while hanging out. 

Max looks at his phone with a smile that he’s sure will cause painful cheeks.

As he walks to his hotel, this time to write his brainstorm of ideas for meeting her one more time, he finds in one of the window displays a ornament for Christmas of a Santa Claus.

He stops in front of me with a smirk. “Give me a hand big guy, I swear that if you need it, I’ll be a good boy all these years. Just help me a little bit.”

He was caught by the reflection of a boy with a lollipop in his mouth looking at him with a weird face. 

He takes out his lollipop. “He doesn't understand.” Max narrowed his eyes. “You must send him a letter to the north pole with what you want.” 

Max giggles. “Besides, it's advice.” The kid is so confident. “Make sure to write in a pretty paper, with a pretty letter, make sure he fully understands what you want.”

“Louis!” A woman shouted a name, making the kid turn around. 

He nods. “I have to go, good luck!”

Max chuckles and screams as the kid goes with his mother. “THANKS FOR THE ADVICE!”

He focuses one more time on Santa, “Let’s make my wish come true.”

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Tag: @anilovessadbooks

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18

Eddie frowns. “Do you know why you were brought back?”

Steve shrugs. “Kinda. I know we knew what we were doing, when we were, but best I can figure, coming back in time messed with our memories and made them really hazy for a bit. It’s clearing up now, and I’m remembering more. Basically El found a way to send us back to make this all right from the beginning.”

Eddie nods, then seemingly changes the subject. “So Robin said you know? About her?”

Steve’s brows furrow in thought, then smooth out. “Oh! Yeah. She did.”

Eddie nods. “She knows, but… do you?”

“About?”

Eddie fidgets. “Me.”

Steve takes a second. “I didn’t know for sure, but I had an idea.”

Eddie nods. “So, you and I weren’t ever… we…”

“No,” Steve murmurs, then shrugs. “Maybe, if we had more time. And I know this probably sounds really weird to you, considering we officially met, like, two days ago, but…” Steve shrugs. “I can… I can lay off. If you want. If it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Honestly? I don’t think I’m going to process any of this until tomorrow at the earliest.”

Steve chuckles. “Fair enough. Just�� let me know, yeah?”

Eddie nods, and with that they fall silent for a little while longer.

Eddie’s the one to break the silence. “The tape you gave me. Have you listened to it?”

Steve smiles. “Once or twice. I didn’t get to hear you play, but Dustin told me it was the most metal concert ever.”

Eddie chuckles. “Are you hoping for a do-over this time? Hoping to hear me play?”

“And if I was?”

Eddie sobers. “Then I guess I’ll just have to play it for you.”

Steve smiles. “I’d like that.”

They fall silent for a little bit longer until Steve sighs. “I feel like I owe you an apology. You didn’t ask for any of this. For my feelings or to be dragged into this or-”

“Hey,” Eddie says, stopping him in his tracks with a soft hand to his arm. “I asked a question. I wanted honesty, and I got it. Admittedly I got a little more than that, what with fuckin’ Mordor,” he gestures around, and Steve chuckles. “But you gave me honesty. That’s it. You didn’t push me to accept it or reciprocate anything. You didn’t even push me for a reaction. Did your answer surprise me?” He chuckles, shakes his head. “Man, I’m not convinced I’m not still dreaming. Maybe I fuckin’ drove the van into a pole on the way to school and now this is a very weird coma-dream and I’m in the hospital. I don’t fuckin’ know, man.”

Steve frowns. “Do people in comas dream?”

“I- what?” Eddie asks, then considers the question. “I- I don’t know. They do, right? They’re just asleep, I thought?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not like you dream every night, right? Maybe comas are always on those nights. Or days. Or whatever.”

Eddie blinks at him, then slowly smiles. “Anyone ever tell you you’re weird as shit, man?”

Steve laughs. “Only all the time.”

His smile falls as he looks out at the landscape. “We should keep moving. We’ve been out in the open for a while.”

Eddie hums. “How far did the squirts say?”

Steve sighs. “They didn’t, just said to keep going this way until El tells us to turn.”

Suddenly, a shadow flits over his face. He freezes and looks up, then curses quietly and grabs for Eddie’s arm, stilling him.

“What the fuck is that?” Eddie hisses.

“Demobat.”

“Shit.” Eddie takes a shaky breath. “If i shoot it, will the gun scare off the others or bring them to investigate?”

Steve sets his jaw, mouth a thin line. “Only one way to find out.”

Eddie cocks the gun. “Shoot and run like hell?”

Steve nods, and Eddie smiles grimly before lining up the sights, taking a deep breath, and pulling the trigger.

The gun fires.

The bat falls to the ground.

Steve and Eddie run.

Eddie almost falls once, trying to run and carry the gun, and Steve grabs his hand, pulling him along, forgetting their hands are joined until the walkie crackles to life again and Mike’s voice comes through. “Turn left,” he says, and Eddie’s brow furrows.

“We’re getting farther from the lake.”

Steve relays the information, and they pause, catching their breath while they wait for a reply. “El says he’s not near the lake.”

Steve and Eddie look at each other, then shrug. “Alright,” Steve says. “How long?”

“She says you’ll know,” comes the cryptic answer.

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[wrathofrats]

Sits down cross legged on the floor

Consider; raindrop fucking, lazy and kinda casual about it while just musing about how badly they both wanna get their hands on the new bug. Phantoms so cute and sweet - Rain knows he'd be such a good boy, wants to prove it but Dew is convinced he's absolutely got a bit of a brat inside of him.

Dew wonders if he's weird like Aether and likes to play with his magic, Omega certainly did...Is it just a quint ghoul thing to be a freak??

Rain asks if his dick would be bigger than Dew's (Dew tries to pretend he's offended as if he doesn't share the same sentiment)

Just slightly provoking each other, a little bit of possessiveness hidden in there somewhere, while they talk absolutely nasty about Phantom...idk!

Is this smthn-

-Void

I’m honored I’ve finally been given raindrop writing privileges I hope I did them justice I know how important those freaks are to you

1.6k of exactly what it says on the tin folks. Warnings for degro, size shaming, mentions of physical punishments like bruises and blood, they’re a bunch of possessive freaks.

Ok have fun

Dew reeks of sweat and smoke.

His forehead is shiny, golden hair sticking to it as he tips his head back to allow Rain to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. They exchange heat in this position, Rain sat in his lap nestled comfortably on his cock while Dew massages his hips. He gets hotter the longer they sit, no real urgency to either of their movements, Dew would gladly burn if it meant being able to continue touching Rain like he’s a deity who has given him the grace of his skin against his own.

“Haven’t you noticed how he looks at us firefly?”

The words barely register in Dew’s brain as Rain lifts up off of his throat to speak coherently. Rain grinds his hips back lightly, causing Dew to suck in a deep breath. His grip tightens as he finally looks back up at Rain with a confused look.

“Who?”

“Phantom. Have you been listening to me or do I need to get up?” Rain sighs while Dew digs his nails into his hips, mumbling out a couple breathy protests.

“I’m listening I promise I- we’ve just been here for hours Rain cloud”

It had been more like an hour. The passage of time slowing as Rain moves at his own leisure. A casual pace to the roll of his hips even as Dew attempts to move them faster. Rain had already soaked the sheets below them anyways, can’t help himself, but Dew’s eyes cross every time Rain sits back to add another comment about whatever he had decided was the topic of conversation.

“Could get up if you’re not feeling it, thought you enjoyed it when I sit sweetly in your lap. Thought you wanted something pretty to look at”

“I do baby-“

“Then stop complaining”

Dew lets out another breath he didn’t know he was holding. He readjusts them in an attempt to relieve something about their position. At least enough that he can focus on what Rain is saying to him.

“Anyways, Phantom just looks so sweet doesn’t he? Probably would drop to his knees in the common room if we asked him” Rain repeats, a soft hand caressing Dew’s chin to force his gaze. He studies Dew’s eyes for any hint that he’s not fully with him, enamored with the way his pupils dilate. Finally Dew rolls his eyes and bats Rain’s hand away, grumbling about how he’s still there.

“You really think that freak is obedient?”

“More obedient than you are” Rain chides “besides, if he listens when you send him on stupid errands to annoy Swiss, I wonder what else we could make him do.”

Phantoms eyes spark when he sees Dew and Rain. A mischievous glint that has Rain wanting to drag him between them and use him as they please. A finger beckoning him over, pointing at the floor, hell Dew barely had to motion to the stage before Phantom had eagerly dropped to his knees while on tour. Something Dew has not forgotten, or let Rain forget.

“I’ve heard the opposite. Swiss gets chatty when he’s high” Dew snickers. There’s a hint of jealousy to his voice as Rain praises the new summon while seated on his cock. A petulant tone that only makes Rain bite his lip in curiosity.

“Is that so?”

“Said he’s a fucking brat, that he’s got an awful mouth on him” Dew groans as Rain bounces lightly just to hear that tone of his go breathy again.

“Well considering how often I let you get away with it, I’m not concerned”

Rain adjusts again with a wicked look. He loves watching the cocky attitude in Dew melt away as he clenches down on his cock. Dew is adorable when he’s jealous, Rain could work him up for hours if he didn’t think Dew may burn down the abbey about it.

“He’s greedier than you are princess, Swiss could spank the stupid toy raw and he would beg for more”

“Guess I enjoy the challenge. Swiss encourages the bratting though and you of all ghouls should know that”

More than once had Swiss worked Dew up enough to get smoke coming out of his ears. Laughing in his face before sending him back to Rain covered in bruises after taunting the one ghoul who usually couldn’t control himself. Always quiet and docile, but they all knew the work it took to get him there. Swiss dishes his punishments hard, that fucking sadist, purely encouraging a bad habit so he can have his own fun.

"Sometimes Swiss has to subdue him with quintessence just to get him to shut his mouth. Poor thing will apparently just talk and babble until he's fucked stupid"

Oh that idea intrigues Rain more than it should. The idea of Phantom being so loud and disobedient that even Swiss can't handle him sometimes? He licks his lips, quickening his pace bouncing up and down on Dew just thinking about it. His thoughts are awful really, the terrible sadistic part of him wondering if he could get Phantom to submit without having to use magic.

He knows how hard Swiss can go, he's left plenty of cuts and bruises on Rain to make that point clear. But Rain wonders if Phantom will allow him to go harder.

“I think we could take him firefly. Could just tie him up until he wants to be good if the bug gets out of hand.” Rain muses. Dew pants and curses beneath him, trying to grab at Rain to slow him down.

“Fuck baby-“ Dew moans. There’s an internal debate of whether or not to force him to still his hips, loving the way he looks bouncing up and down. His dark hair framing his face as he tilts his head back blissed out on Dew’s cock, small tits bouncing slightly, he looks ethereal like this and if Dew wasn’t about to completely ruin the moment he would've been more than grateful to continue to watch.

There’s a small pause that lingers in the air as Rain finally stills. He leans forward into Dew’s chest against, panting right by his ear.

“Hope he’s a bit nasty for us, hope he makes me fucking claw at his skin until he sobs. Get him real marked up and docile, see a bruised bloody thing at our feet hanging onto our every word” Rain huffs, breathy and a cocky lit to his voice that has Dew whimpering at the idea. One of Rain’s claws drags down the side of Dew’s abdomen for emphasis as he just nods and gasps at the sting.

“Do you think he’s got that awful quint trait of being a fucking freak with his magic? Do you think he uses it to get what he wants?” Dew screws his eyes shut as Rain clenches down on him again. Omega certainly has an awful streak of using his magic to his advantage, they’re sure that’s how aether got to be so bad. Just a taste of power and Dew’s convinced the kid will be hooked. Will play dirty just to get a cock in him.

“I think we can make a sweet boy out of Phantom. Won’t need any magic to get what he wants if he listens”

“And how do you expect to do that?”

Rain smiles almost maliciously at Dew, his sharp teeth almost reflecting the low light in the room. A sweet hand comes to caress the side of his face, a stark contrast to the filth Dew knows Rain is thinking.

“Oh I was hoping you’d be a bit generous droplet, I was thinking I could offer him the opportunity to fuck my cunt if he’s a good boy. Maybe if you’re good too you can watch”

Dew practically growls, “Id just have to fuck you afterwards. He can’t fuck you like I can, would love to see him try though”

“Oh is that so? You don’t think he’s bigger than you are?” Rain reaches below him to grab at Dew’s cock, showing how easily it slips out when he’s not actively grinding down on it

Shame burns in Dew’s gut, his face going bright red seeing how Rain’s fist almost covers him completely. A spurt of pre dribbles down his fist only adding to the embarrassment, not only feeling of seeing Rain actively coo over how small he is, both of them knowing how aroused it makes Dew.

“Shut up” he grits.

“Seen and heard a couple things that tell me otherwise. I think he could fill me up nicely” Rain sits back on Dew’s cock again, tsking in mock disappointment. He reaches down to rub between his folds, biting his lip as he circles lightly on his clit. Dew can see how wet he is, more slick leaking out of him as he touches himself.

“That’s even if I let him near you. Don’t even want him to look at your pretty cunt, should be all mine”

Rain spreads himself at the words, two fingers showing off his pink little clit, completely engorged. Strings of his own arousal connect his fingers as he shows himself off. Dew wants to drool, to beg to get his mouth on him. Needing the salty, heady taste of Rain on his tongue.

“Don’t get jealous on me now. Besides, you’re not in charge Dewdrop” Rain sneers.

Dew whines, Rain’s hand coming to wrap lightly around his throat. A final grasp at power that Rain knows will leave him helpless and quiet for him.

“If you’re so jealous I could just have you both fuck me. Get both of your little cocks in me and see if It even stretches me out. Sure mountain or aether is bigger than you two combined, would be a really sweet sight to watch you two try though.”

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hi hey it's me the Frank obsessed girl hello hi there

I'm afraid I need to have seconds if it's not much of a problem

I'm starving for a little sweet Valentine's Day fluff but like a rlly rlly rlly fluffy adorable cutie patootie Valentine's Day full of love could be a day in or a day out idm

In conclusion whatever u want to write but as a Valentine's Day special 💕💕💕

Sending love and good wishes and hoping you start the new year amazingly 🖤

Valentines - Frank Iero x Drummer!Reader

Word Count: 711

A/N: Just in time ;)

I’d always considered Valentine's Day to be a dumb holiday. There was never really any point, let alone anyone to spend it with–until Frank came along. I never expected him to be the type to celebrate the holiday, often citing those generic holidays as nothing more than quick cash grabs by corporate America. We’d spent years as friends, eating at diners every Valentine’s as we toured across the country with it quickly turning into its own little tradition. He had only just asked me to be his girlfriend a few weeks before, everything between us had slowly been growing, finally reaching its crescendo. “You’re not seriously telling me you haven’t planned anything for him?” Gerard mumbled from the couch, a coke with lemon in his hand. I tilted my head back and forth, thinking it through. “I don’t know, it just seems like if we were going to do something, we would’ve planned it already. It’s tomorrow,” I sighed. Gee had already told everyone about his plans for Lindsey and was practically bursting at the seams with excitement. “You’re overthinking it,” Gerard said, shaking his head. “Just do something simple. It’s your first Valentine’s together, right? It doesn’t have to be a big production.” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, but it feels weird. We never did anything before, and now suddenly, just because we’re together, I’m supposed to start caring about Valentine’s Day?” “You don’t have to care about the holiday,” he countered. “Just care about Frank.” I sighed. That was the problem, wasn’t it? I did care about Frank. A lot. I just wasn’t sure if he’d even want to do anything. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, and I didn’t want to be the one to force some corny Valentine’s tradition on us when we’d spent years laughing about how ridiculous the whole thing was. “Look, just do something small,” Gerard continued. “A card, maybe. Or grab takeout from that diner you guys always go to. Something that feels like you.” I nodded slowly, letting the idea settle. Maybe Gerard had a point. I didn’t need to go all out—Frank would probably hate that anyway—but acknowledging the day in some way could be nice. That night, I found myself at the corner store, staring at the rows of Valentine’s cards. They were all too much—over-the-top declarations of love, glittery hearts, cheesy poetry. None of it fit us. But just as I was about to leave, I spotted something tucked behind the others. A simple, black-and-white card that read, You’re my favorite pain in the ass. Perfect. I bought the card and grabbed some takeout from our usual spot. When I got back to the apartment, I hesitated before scrawling a note inside the card.

Frank—Happy dumb corporate holiday. You’re still my favorite part of every day. Let’s go eat some greasy diner food like we always do. Love, (yeah, I said it) Me. I sealed it up and shoved it in my jacket pocket before I could second-guess myself. The next evening, when I met Frank at the diner, he slid into the booth across from me, shaking his head with a smirk. “You know, I almost got you something for today, but then I thought, nah, she doesn’t care about this holiday.” I rolled my eyes, pulling the card from my pocket and tossing it onto the table. He blinked, surprised, before picking it up and opening it. As he read my note, a slow, warm smile spread across his face. “Damn,” he said, setting it down carefully. “Now I feel like an ass for not getting you anything.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my milkshake. “You got me dinner. That counts.” He chuckled, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “Alright, but next year, I’m getting you something so obnoxiously romantic, you’re gonna hate it.” I snorted. “I look forward to it.” And just like that, we had a new Valentine’s tradition. Later that night, as we packed up after band practice, Frank caught me by the arm. “By the way, drummer girl, I think you might just be my favorite pain in the ass, too.” I laughed, twirling a drumstick between my fingers. “Better get used to it, guitarist boy.”

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[wordstome]

Thanks for everything, but it’s time to close up shop.

Hello, everybody. Sorry for this post being a portent of doom, but I feel like you all deserve better than radio silence. Originally, I went on hiatus because I got busy with school and work. This is still true—real life is getting in the way of me being able to write creatively, which I haven’t done in a while.

However, I think it would only be fair for me to admit that I’m just not as into COD anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been into the games and always have been a fan of the little fandom of writers here, but I have to admit that part of my difficulty writing is just not being as into the content anymore. Most of it is just naturally moving on from something you used to like, but I also feel uninspired and weird about the idea of writing fanfiction about the military nowadays.

TO BE CLEAR: I don’t suddenly think that all my fellow writers are doing something problematic and amoral, and I vehemently do not want my departure from creating fan works to be used as some sort of gotcha to attack other writers. I don’t think any of us respect the military or US imperialism (I hope not) and I think the tumblr subsection of fandom is especially aware that COD is military propaganda. What we do here is writing about characters, not the institution they operate in. A lot of cod fanfiction doesn’t even take place in the military. I also haven’t drifted away because some writers make heavier/darker content, so I’m squashing that discourse before it has a chance to start.

It would also be disingenuous to say that I drifted away solely because of fandom discourse, but it certainly didn’t help. Thankfully, I only caught the tail end of a recent…controversy? Discourse? Involving other creators. It’s exhausting and disheartening to see this sort of thing happen, but I also realize it’s kind of inevitable that feathers will be ruffled when subjects like racism against Gaz are addressed, and that doesn’t mean we should just stop talking about those subjects. I don’t have a good solution to this and I don’t mean to complain about something that’s just a part of human nature. I just can’t pretend that it isn’t really demoralizing to see people acting poorly and the internet slapfights that result from it. I hope those involved in the recent incident are taking care of themselves. ❤️

Anyway, if you’ve gotten this far, thanks for reading. I have a lot of love left for this fandom, and especially my fellow creators who I have come to consider genuine friends. I feel a deep obligation to everyone who reads and interacts with my work, and I can’t continue to leave people waiting when I know it is, most likely, over. So, to be clear: this is the end of my COD writing journey. I won’t be writing any more or continuing any of my fics.

All of my works, both here and on AO3, will remain up, so you don’t have to worry about anything being deleted. I’m still grateful to cod for bringing my zest for writing back, even if it was only for a handful of months. And if you guys want to see unpublished drafts (like for kingdom come), have questions, or simply want to know my plans for fics that won’t be finished/want to know how they end, please send me asks or reach out! I would love to talk about it. Mutuals are, as always, extremely welcome in my DMs, and it means the world to me that people have been checking in on me during my hiatus.

TLDR:

I’m leaving for good. None of my fics will be deleted, but they won’t be updated anymore. I won’t be active on this blog, but I’ll still check in once in a while to answer any asks or questions about my fics.

I don’t think this will happen, but it’s worth saying: please don’t use my departure to make sweeping generalizations about the fandom or start more discourse. I just drifted away and lost interest. Take care of yourselves.

[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 37: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k hello i will never stop writing misunderstandings where it could be solved if either of these idiots were capable of just saying how they feel💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: minor angst here!!

“I have a surprise for you.”

You knew each of those words, but they still confused you, considering they were coming out of Eddie’s mouth. Eddie, who liked to plan and prepare, who had no notion of the unexpected because he was always ten steps ahead of everyone else on the planet. Eddie, who was the furthest thing from romantic or playful, as far as you knew (and you felt you knew him quite well by now). Eddie, who up until now had been perfect as he was, most of the time, but was now adding a new layer to himself that intrigued you.

“A surprise?”

“Yes. I did just say that, didn’t I? Is there an echo in here? Have you gone deaf?”

Rolling your eyes at his cruel sarcasm, you clarified.

“Usually, when people say that, they’re asking for you to offer them some more information, or they’re shocked by the suggestion that there’s a surprise for them.”

“Well, my dear, which is it? And why wouldn’t you just say that.”

You could hardly argue with his logic, so you indulged.

“Ok then. What is the surprise?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”

This felt more like Eddie. Back to the familiarity of the affectionate frustration. He filled the silence by providing you with a little bit more information, sensing that he had to offer something given that his attitude had slipped. Providing you with a smile and at least some sort of indication about what was happening that night seemed like enough of an apology.

“Let���s call it a date. One of my signature weird ones. Will you make sure to be ready to leave at midnight?”

You smiled at him, an eyebrow raised in a silent and unspoken question, nodding your head in agreement with his plans as he turned and left, in more of a hurry than he usually was to get away from you. 

A date. 

A date could mean anything, especially with Edward. You were excited by the prospect, the thought that he might have put into planning something in secrecy. Sinking into the sofa, you considered why it needed to be a surprise at all. Immediately, your mind rushed to the most unlikely of scenarios. 

Maybe he was going to express his emotions, properly, and fully. 

A date.

Somewhere different, somewhere, potentially, romantic. Where he might tell you how much he cared for you. How much he even… 

It felt so unlikely, you thought, because you couldn’t even let yourself imagine him saying it to you. It was ridiculous, the notion that he might be planning on telling you he loved you. A big gesture, a confession that would make your heart skip a beat. Despite that, you could feel your hopes getting set up for what you knew would be a disappointment. Yet, you managed to avoid pestering him about it all day. You were sure, however, that he could feel your eyes boring into the back of his head as you stared at him, trying to coax even just a hint out of him psychically. In fact, you had been so focused on figuring it out that he had caught you in a moment of concentration that night, shocking you out of your trance.

“Ready?”

“Ready? For?”

“I asked you to be ready. For your surprise.”

The time seemed to have flown by, regardless of how slow it seemed to have been to you earlier in the day.

“Oh! Yes, yes I’m ready. I’ve been ready all day.”

“Are you sure?”

He looked you up and down taking in the outfit you were wearing. It wasn’t exactly smart, it was just the clothes you usually wore to do work. You hadn’t really thought he might be taking you somewhere nice. You’d imagined this as more of an abandoned trainyard sort of surprise. 

“Is… this not appropriate? You didn’t say where we were going, so I didn’t think-”

“No, it’s fine. Please, let’s just go.”

Entirely silent during the car journey, Eddie remained quiet when you questioned him upon arrival at your destination.

“The Orphanage? Abandoned orphanage? This is the surprise?”

You were pissed at his judgement of your outfit. What difference did it make if he was bringing you here, to an abandoned, creepy building. He only looked back briefly, offering a strange smile before turning and heading inside the building, unlocking it with a large, rusted key. Something in his knowing grin, sleek and sinister, like he was about to wow you, made your heart giddy. As you rushed to catch up with him, your imagination ran wild. What was waiting for you inside? Candles? Hundreds of them? Or neon lights? A space decorated in true Eddie fashion, as romantic as he could muster. But what for? A special announcement? Maybe…

Absolutely not. 

You couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Whatever question you had briefly, for the smallest of nano seconds, allowed the idea of to slip over your apparently smooth brain was not going to be asked. Eddie wasn’t that kind of… You weren’t even sure that you were the kind who would…

“Hurry up then!”

Eddie turned to you as you hovered near the front entrance, staring at you down the short hallway to another set of double doors he was holding open just a crack. His quick, snapping voice was enough to convince you that this wasn’t going to be the romantic surprise you had hoped for, but you hurried to catch up with him regardless. It was still Eddie. He was still trying to surprise you. So you were still excited. But it all fell apart when you reached the door and he opened it wide. 

The large hall was scattered with debris, plant life growing on the walls which were covered in Eddie’s signature spray paint graffiti and notes, and gadgets, tools, and shards of metal lined the square floor. 

“Tah-dah!”

Eddie spread his arm out wide, displaying the room to you with an excited and smug grin. You weren’t quite sure how to respond, and your silence was enough to deflate him to the point of irritation.

“Well! Aren’t you going to say anything? Congratulate me? Faint in surprise and wonder?”

“I would… if I knew what I was looking at.”

Bringing his fingers to his face, he tensed them on the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath to control his imminent rage before he spoke to you.

“This is it. My masterpiece. The finale! My greatest work!” 

You took another long slow glance around the room, wondering what it was going to amount to, if anything, when he had finished working on it. And not willing to waste any more time waiting on you to congratulate him or to see the point, Eddie continued, offering a slow and patronising explanation which droned on and on. By the time he had finished, you had barely registered and had to quickly offer him something as he stood staring at you expectantly.

“It’s definitely… definitely… uh…”

“This is where I will defeat Batman. This is where I will entrap his feline frienemy, as you may put it, to lure that sentimentally burdened oaf into my web of danger. And you have nothing to say!?”

While you knew how important his ultimately futile attempts were, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had thought about anything beyond them. And though it really didn’t feel like the right time to ask, your words were passing over your lips before you could stop them.

“Eddie… do you ever think about the future?”

“Yes, obviously. I’m consistently at least four and a half steps ahead of everyone else, and it would be more if we weren;t tied down by chance and random opportunity.”

“What do you… plan for?”

“I plan to capture Batman. I plan to watch him die. I plan to be the most revered man in the world.”

“Yeah, but… other than that, what do you see?”

Eddie paused for a moment, clearly stumped by your line of questioning, but refusing to admit as much. He always had the answer, or at least he always pretended to, even if it was just buying himself some time.

“I see my legacy. I see-”

“Eddie, look where we are.”

Another brief second of consideration as his eyes passed over the surroundings. Children’s toys, rusted and broken, childish scribbles next to his own.

“I… children? As in, my own… chil-”

“Oh, god no! I just meant that this is a lot of effort you’ve put into one aspect of your entire being, one part of your masterplan. What do you do after this? And…”

You considered the vulnerability that your next question came with, the devastation it could cause, but you committed to it.

“... who are you doing it with?”

For the first time in his life, Edward felt truly stumped. His entire relationship with you, while it had always been a source of confusion, had always been fraught with his terrified self-awareness, the fact that he knew he cared about you deeply, even if he couldn’t face that answer immediately. But this? This was a question without an answer. One he hadn’t considered yet, because it might be the only thing he had never quite been secure about. So, disappointingly, his answer had to be truthful.

“I don’t know.”

Of course, Eddie had only been answering in response to the first part of your query. He felt it was a certainty that whatever he was intending to do next would include you, if you would join him, of course. But he neglected to express that much. So, as you watched him face up to the foggy, uncertainty of his future, you could only assume that he wasn’t sure how long he might let you stick around. 

“Well, this hasn’t quite been the great reveal I hoped it would be.”

Disheartened, obviously so, Eddie reached a hand out and placed it on your shoulder as he let his statement linger in the stale air.

“Perhaps an abandoned orphanage isn’t the romantic date location I thought it might be.”

You laughed, trying to force a smile onto your face. However long you might have left with Eddie, you were determined to let it be positive. 

“You stick to a theme, Eddie. I have to give you credit for that.”

Eddie was grateful for your smile, for the way you were willing to let some of his misdeeds go ignored, or at least placed to the side for the moment. Both of you were compromising, letting yourselves be happy instead of tense and on edge. He might be unsure about everything else in life, but he was steadfast in his determination to keep you by his side, and if that meant letting you be disappointed in him, or allow you to get away with not giving his grand ideas the recognition and praise they deserved, then so be it. You were worth the vain on his forehead protruding slightly as he held what he would secretly admit to be pointless anger inside. And in a show of “no hurt feelings”, he moved his hand to your other shoulder, pulling you closer to him, into his side, as he spoke.

“Would a detour to the drive thru of Bat Burger on the way home make it any better?”

“And I get to decide on the movie we watch?”

He sighed, furrowing his brows. He’d do anything for you, but you really tested his limits sometimes. 

“Provided you write me an essay on the impressiveness of my work here, due on my desk in the morning, then yes.”

Reaching out your hand to him, you waited for him to grab it.

“Deal.”

He took your palm and held it tight, not shaking it, just holding, looking into your eyes as though he were searching for resentment, disappointment, something that told him why you hadn;t received his genius the way he had expected, the way you usually did. 

“Deal.”

In confusion, with strange feelings bubbling under the surface of happiness you were both pushing to the top, you left the orphanage together, intent on having a pleasant evening. You hoping to create positive memories before Eddie let you go. Eddie hoping to create positive memories that might convince you that it was worth staying.

[newtthetranswriter]

infirmaries and feelings

Word count: 1819

Warning: gojo is a little shit, mentions of blood loss, choso might be a little ooc, i think that’s it if i missed anything please let me know.

Summary: Waking up in the Infirmary of Jujutsu Tech you are faced with more questions than answers. After getting the answers you get something a little extra.

A/n: Sorry it took so long to get this out, if you’ve seen my previous posts, I’ve been dealing with some stuff but hopefully soon I’ll be able to write more. Anyways, please enjoy. Parts 1 and 2 are linked below.

Part 1 Part 2

      I could feel my senses coming back to me slowly. It was chilly wherever I was, it also smelled sterile, almost like a hospital. I slowly opened my eyes only to close them quickly as the lights in the room blinded me. I let out a groan as I tried again to open my eyes and adjust to the bright room.

      Hearing my groan of discomfort, whoever was in the room with me moved closer to the bed. It didn’t take long to figure out that the person was the resident doctor of Jujutsu Tech, Shoko. I figured out from the faint scent of cigarettes that entered my senses as she got closer.

      “Finally you wake up. Those two have given me a headache about whether you were going to wake up or not.” She said with a roll of her eyes. “How are you feeling? You lost a lot of blood.” Shoko asked, reaching to check the bandages on my arm.

      It took me a second to register what she said but instead of answering her question, I asked my own. “How did I get here? Last thing I remember was the curse slicing my wrist, and crushing my phone.” I was really confused, I was fighting a curse that was stronger than I expected and had called Choso for help only for the curse to break my phone. Choso didn’t know where my mission was so there was no way he found me.

      Shoko just chuckled before unwrapping my wrist to clean and rebandage it. “That boyfriend of yours made Gojo send him to you because he was scared for you.” I looked at her even more confused. One I don’t have a boyfriend and two why did Gojo know where I was. Sensing my confusion she explained further. “Apparently after your call with Choso cut off abruptly, he ran off to ask Gojo for help finding you. No surprise to anyone Gojo already snuck the information about your mission from the higher ups and agreed to send Choso to you.”

       After taking a moment to process what she said, more questions arose. “Why did Gojo want the information about my mission? Also you expect me to believe Choso asked Gojo for help? Gojo extremely dislikes Choso, and he knows it.” I rambled as she moved from the fresh bandage on my wrist to the smaller bandage wrapped around my head. “But if what you are saying is true and Gojo helped Choso, How did they get me back alive? If I lost a lot of blood like you said I would be dead. Neither Gojo or Choso can use reverse curse technique on other people, so they couldn’t have healed me.” I was so perplexed by everything.

       Before Shoko could respond the door to the infirmary opened to reveal the messy haired half curse. It took him a moment to realize I was awake, and when he did he froze in his spot. Noticing Choso, Shoko quickly excused herself. “Well I’ll leave you two to talk. I need a cigarette anyway.” And with that left us alone in the room.

       Once the door was closed behind Shoko, Choso stayed frozen by it, unsure of what to do. I gave him a gentle smile before speaking to him. “Hey Choso, how are you doing?” I tried to play it cool and not scare him off, by asking questions too quickly.

       He shifted slightly on his feet before responding. “Okay, How are you?” Choso still hadn’t moved from his spot at the door. It was weird seeing him nervous, but I don’t understand why. Sure he can be quiet and closed off but he’s never been this way around me.

       I smiled at him as I answered his question. “I’m okay, all things considered. Why don’t you take a seat?” I motioned to the chair placed by the bed I was on. He slowly nodded his head before making his way to the chair. After he sat down I decided to start asking questions. “Can I ask how you found me, no one was supposed to know where I was going except the higher ups and me.” 

       “Gojo figured out the location of your mission, and sent me to you after your call was cut out.” The brunette said quickly not making eye contact, seemingly more interested in the wall next to me.

      “I’m surprised you and Satoru spoke without killing each other.” I said with a slight chuckle trying to get my close friend to relax a bit more. He didn’t respond to the comment and kept staring at the wall, so I continued. “Um, Could I ask how you managed to save me? As far as I know you can’t use the Reverse Curse technique.” I could see him processing my question. It was like he didn’t know how to respond, even if it was a simple question.

      After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. “I used my blood manipulation. You had lost so much blood, and your pulse was nearly gone when I finally exercised the curse. So I used blood conversion to turn some of my cursed energy into blood for you, I also manipulated the blood to harden over your wounds so you would stop bleeding.” His tone was even and anyone else would think there was no emotion there but I could tell. I could see in his eyes that he was holding back, even after knowing him for a month I knew he had trouble expressing himself.

      I processed the information he told me and the little bit I could read from his eyes. He was upset about something, I just couldn’t tell what. “Are you upset with me for going on the mission?” I asked, it was the only thing I could think of that could have upset the stoic sorcerer.

      That seemed to have snapped him out of his trance, as he immediately turned to look at me. Confusion was written across his face. “I could never be upset with you. I’m upset with myself for not stopping you, I'm upset that I didn’t push to go with you. But most of all I’m upset that those old bastards sent you out on that mission and lied about the grade of the curse. You nearly died because of them. I was nearly ready to go to the higher ups and kill them myself. Actually had you died I would have.” This was the most I had heard him speak in the short time I’ve known him, I was stunned. “Truthfully I don’t know what I would do without you. Other than being ready to take out the old bastards, I was terrified that I would lose you and then I’d be back to being alone. Sure I’d have my little brother, but it’s different. The way I feel about you is different from the way I feel about Yuji. It's the same but different somehow. I just don’t know how to explain it.”

      It took me a moment to process what he was saying. He felt that he would be alone without me even though he has Yuji. There was only one emotion that I could think of that felt that way, and I knew I felt the same. “Love, that’s the feeling. You love Yuji because he’s your brother and you would protect him from anything. You feel the same for me but it’s different because it’s like we’re a matching set. It’s hard to think of life without your other half because they make everything easier. You want to spend every free moment with them and experience new things together. I understand because I feel the same about you. If I lost you, I would lose part of myself. I know it’s weird to say after only knowing you for a month, but I feel it deep in my soul that it’s the truth.” I said giving him a name for his feelings, and informing him that the feelings were mutual.

      He looked at me for a second trying to comprehend what I had told him. “If that's the name of this fuzzy feeling I get every time you’re around then I’d say it’s safe to say that I love you, Y/n.” He said making eye contact and gently holding my hand, running his thumb across the back of my hand in slow circles.

      “I love you too, Choso” I responded, giving his hand a small squeeze. I was about to ask him if he’d like to go out once I was clear to leave the infirmary, when a certain white haired man barged into the room.

      The lanky man looked directly at our joined hands and rolled his eyes. “Now that you two have confessed and whatever, I want to have a talk.” Gojo said as he walked over to the side of my bed across from Choso. I groaned knowing exactly where this was going. “Cursed womb person, Y/n is like a younger sibling to me, so if you hurt them I hurt you.” I attempted to slap him, but was stopped by his infinity. He just laughed before continuing on his stupid rant. “You are to have them back to campus before 10pm whenever you go out, no exceptions. If they get hurt while you are out, it’s on you and I hurt you. And you Y/n, If he does anything to upset you in any way, you tell me immediately.” 

      “Satoru I swear to god, if you do not stop threatening Choso, I will make your life a living hell. Also you aren’t my boss and can’t give me a curfew so shut up.” I said making my own threats to the six eyes user. He just smirked and was about to say something else when Shoko returned to the room. She did not look happy with her friend, she managed to grab his arm in a split second when his guard was down and pulled him out of the room, mumbling about him being a dick and ruining the moment.

      I couldn’t help but laugh at the friends as they left before I heard Choso clear his throat next to me. I turned to look at him curious as to what he wanted to say. “Y/n I was going to ask this before we were interrupted by the albino idiot. Would you like to go out to dinner with me, once you are fully healed?” He asked, leaving me stunned. I thought I was going to have to ask him out, but it seemed that when it’s just the two of us he’s more confident, or comfortable, and it was nice to see him be open.

      “Of course, I would love to go out with you Choso.” I responded smiling. I can’t wait to see where this goes. 

[parabiota]

(No need to respond) the validation I admittedly feel seeing your post cannot be understated. I went through the same realizations because of her ai gen pfp where she said she was seeing if she could draw on her tablet again and someone asked for a timelapse and she wouldn't do it. Then i realized she was posting art she made using stock images (not really a crime) but claiming she drew them for wallpapers and inevitably I couldn't find any proof of her degree. It was maddening.

I couldn't find anyone else making these same discoveries so I wasn't sure if I was just going crazy over it. I think your post isn't really *that* harmful especislly if shes profiting off the lies. I dont even really care about the ai art on its own. I care about the way it compounds onto other discrepencies that accumulate into profit and is ultimately seeming to be built on lies. My only hope is she isn't lying about her financial situation. And she really does just need the money.

ultimately i believe you gave plenty of grace where grace could b given. And to me at lesst, i feel a little less crazy knowing I was seeing something fishy.

Arthur (the show) was right. Sometimes people can in fact just come on the internet and lie.

YEAH honestly Idgaf about any of this if she was telling the truth — if she was like ‘this is my ai generated art’ or ‘I used to study physics but I dropped out’ I would not care. Like that’s fine, none of those are inherently bad statements — the ai one is a bit tasteless but I’d be willing to accept it as just a difference in opinion. If she was honest while making donation posts, I wouldn’t have even raised an eyebrow. I probably would’ve tossed her a few dollars.

But noooo it has to be ‘this is my incredible art that I created’ and ‘I’m an astrophysicist with 2 phds’ like both of those statements are so utterly ridiculous. & it’s not like these lies have started recently — it’s been like 2 yrs of ai art and 8 years of claiming to be an astrophysicist. She started in 2015, when she was a freshman in college, and if my weird investigative journalism is right and she did drop out in 2017, then she has been lying for 6 years straight while not even being enrolled in a uni. I’m a bio student in my 3rd year and I feel weird about calling myself a biologist because I’m still a *student*.

The point I was trying to make w that post was ‘if she has been lying for 8 (or 6 if we’re being nice) years about X, and 2 years about Y, then she might be lying about Z too.’ I don’t really want to hurt her but girl how long do you expect this to go on lol. Genuinely.

I’ve said it before but I personally think people who are considering to send her a tenner should donate it to like. Palestinian relief organizations or one of the many actual homeless people who use this site. But like idk it’s your money you can do whatever you want with it !

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

I don’t know how to start messages (except like this), but hope you get the writing juice back soon! At your own pace of course.

Hope this isn’t somehow annoying (I overthink a lot and over-explain/apologize as a result, sorry), and that you take care of yourself, stay hydrated, and all that jazz! Also that you have a happy new year when it passes by :)

Also, bit unrelated, but seriously, how the fuck do you write so well? It’s like magic/witchcraft, and I mean that in a very complimentary way (hope it’s not strange, but same anon who left the long compliment message. Just for context, hope that’s not annoying). Feel free to ignore this bottom part but do you have any tips/advice for writing? Always wanted to but never knew how to start.

Again, and I’m not saying this to somehow be guilt-trippy (I SWEAR I’m not, just want to make sure my writing tone is clarified, I’m not good at telling it) feel free to not answer, but your writing is genuinely some of the best I’ve ever read, top 10 for sure!

ANYWAYS, hope you have a great rest of your day/night (even though I just said that at the beginning lol) and that I didn’t somehow accidentally mess my writing up and come off as offensive or strange or weird somehow (my overthinking is strong, I apologize in advance.) :)

-idk

Hi!! Happy new year!

I apologize for not being very quick at answering, I'm very lazy and not always online. But I have seen and read all your asks from the first one and appreciate them so much. <3 If you want, you can give yourself an anon nickname - for example, someone sends me the occasional anonymous ask with a strawberry emoji at the end, so I know it's the same person!

And oh gosh...I'm so flattered that you like my writing?? I don't consider myself particularly good but I enjoy it a lot and am at least happy enough with things to share them. One cool thing about this community is how responsive people are to the work they enjoy, for any writer or artist or creator that is such a gift!

So, it's worth mentioning that I minored in writing in college. I mention that because it contributed to my personal experience with writing but in no way do I think someone needs to formally study to become a good writer, nor does formal study guarantee being one.

Also, I didn't go into any jobs that involve writing, it has remained just a hobby, and I'm fine with that. I strongly believe that creating and enjoying art is for everyone regardless of skill level and without being expected to monetize it or gain popularity. We are so lucky to be able to read, write, draw, paint, etc, when through much of human history, and still in parts of the world, those things were only available to a privileged few. Now I can write and doodle in a cheap shitty Dollar Tree notebook if I want to and no one can stop me.

I don't feel qualified to give too much advice, but I can at least share some things that have worked for me. And I encourage other writers who see this to do the same!

Read. The more you read, and the more variety especially, the more you will pick up. The idea of course isn't to copy other people's work but to get a feel for different styles, learn new words and phrases, be inspired. My love of writing started with reading.

Practice. This is the most boring answer but also unfortunately the most important. Sometimes you just gotta do the thing to get better at the thing.

Daydream. This isn't for everyone, but I have always had an active imagination. As long as I can remember I would imagine little scenarios in my head, sometimes over and over to try out different versions of them or add details. Writing can just be having little stories in your head that you feel compelled to put down, and doing so can be really rewarding whether you share them or not.

Outline. This is pretty basic, I just love to outline. It doesn't have to be a fancy formatted one, just jot down the key points of the thing you want to write, in order. Then fill it out with notes, phrases, any other ideas you have. None of this has to be fleshed out, it's just to organize your thoughts.

Drafts are good, actually. Have a first draft and a second and a third if you need to. Move things around, delete, rewrite, reword, whatever. Nothing has to be perfect the first time through, sometimes it's nice to just let the words flow and figure out the details later.

Learn the rules so you can break them. Even if you don't take writing in school, there are lots of ways to study basic grammar, punctuation, writing tools like metaphors and similes and all that. The point isn't to write like a robot, it is to have a solid foundation on which to build your creativity. Lots of pretty words are pointless if the reader can't understand what you're trying to communicate. And once you know the 'rules', you can intentionally bend and break them to create a desired effect and develop a personal style.

And finally,

WRITE WHAT YOU WANT.

It's a phrase that gets thrown around a lot, and I'm glad because it's true but saying it and getting it are two different things. If you're writing as a hobby, it's meant to be enjoyed. Write things you would want to read. Write the things that feel right to you. Write things that help you express something. Write things that challenge you in a positive way, or write things that are comforting and simple, as long as it's coming from within you.

And if you aren't feeling it, it's ok to just...stop. Or at least pause. I am still learning that I don't have to force myself to write just because I think someone is expecting it, I don't have to fill a prompt that doesn't interest me just because I feel bad if I don't. I have piles of unfinished word docs and google docs and tumblr drafts that will never get finished and that is OK. Give yourself permission for that to be OK. When you let go of the projects that feel like a slog you give more space for the projects that spark joy!

Anyway, I hope any of this is helpful. However you do it, I hope you will create something!

[obsidianpen]

hello ObsidianPen! I am not sure if that is the right choice to reach you out but I’ll try my best!

First of all: thank you for your service to the Tom Riddle-Fanfiction community! I am a big fan of Tom Riddle since I was seven years old and grew up with little to no fanfictions of quality which was and still is very frustrating. It is still so very rare to find authors who can create realistic characters, so grey shadowed and flawed with a terrifying depth. I found your fanfiction Blood and Gold months if not years ago and although I am really ashamed to admit I propably never commented but your fanfiction is my anchor in not only hard times but also one of my all time favourite stories to read. (also it’s so refreshing to read a fanfiction of Hemione Granger x Tom Riddle which is not dated back to Hogwarts years, as I’m getting to my mid twenties and reading stuff and (half)porn about teenagers might be getting a little weird and creepy) but let’s talk about why I am out here bothering the shit out of you:

I am a german girl studying english as my subject, and for this semester I have a course that specialises in linguistic: register and genre. In that frame I need to write my term paper and I decided to look into the mining of the HP character Hermione Granger. My research questions are therefore: how is Hermione Granger characterised in certain fanfictions in comparison to the original book series? And how are these framing the overall perception of her? To analyse my thesis, I need samples of fanfictions to compare linguistic features of her portrayal to her type-token ratio in Half-Blood prince,

and since your fanfiction is what I had ultimately in mind, I wanted to ask you, if it’s okay to use your fanfiction for my analysis.

please take in consideration, that it IS an official research at my university BUT it is not intended to be published. To be honest, I just need to pass my course with that term paper, so it will definitely not be the next big research study in history, with only me and my professor as readers.

If you are interested in my mediocre product of research, I will of course send you my research paper to read through.

Please let me know your answer xx

A fan of you - Lilith

where to start!

well first, thank you for all your kind words, I’m so glad that B&G has held such an important place in your heart 💖

second, I feel compelled to comment on the ‘reading half porn of teenagers as someone in their twenties being creepy’ thing: it’s not. It’s fiction. You don’t need to be a teenager to write or read about teenage experiences. We were all teenagers once; we all went through those weird stages of life. Reading and writing about them is fine.

Okay so now to your point: I think this sounds so cool! Yes you can use blood and gold in your paper, though I imagine it’s not ideal since it’s currently incomplete. So long as that doesn’t deter you, you have my blessing! You might also want to consider some of the ‘big’ Hermione fanfictions that went on to be made into published works, for the sake of your paper (like manacled), though I know that doesn’t have Tom riddle in it much, which seems to be your thing. 😊 but yeah! If you write it I’d totally love to read it when your done, sounds fascinating!

💖💖💖

[ryuichirou]

The darkest possible headcanons for all your ships with Idia. Make him suffer, humiliate him, go all out

Anon, this ask is absolutely insane and every single day I look at it with the softest smile, thinking that I’m going to reply to it one day. And today is the day.

Thank you for your patience and thank you for sending it, because you basically gave me an opportunity to write something more dark and messed up than I usually do. We always talk about how much we love darker themes, but I always feel like I underdeliver in my art and headcanons, so I tried my best to allow myself be more mean this time.

Yeah, so obviously, beware, and please enjoy if you like seeing Idia suffer.

God I love this pathetic little fellow 😔

If Idia breaks Azul’s heart at some point, he’ll never recover the trust he’s lost, because Azul never forgets those who hurt him. He’ll just stop considering Idia his equal that moment, he is pretty much his plaything now, not even a pet. He’ll keep him in a separate room, punish him both sexually and mentally on a daily basis, never letting Idia forget that he deserved it.

Also, since all the blackmail material on Idia that he and the tweels have been gathering is useless now, because there is nothing to gain from Idia who was reduced to being his cum rug, Azul can be petty enough to just spill everything on the internet, just to see Idia tormented and humiliated. Idia is never going to touch or go near anything with the internet access on it again.

After Azul is done playing with Idia, he’ll just toss him to the tweels and tell them that they can do whatever they want with him. And while it’s annoying to get a hand-me-down from Azul, they are going to be very excited to tear him apart. If Idia thought that being Azul’s slave is horrible, hoo boy, Jade and Floyd are so so much worse. By the time they are bored with Idia, he’ll barely resemble a human. He definitely won’t act like one anymore.

Lilia has a lot of power over Idia, even as Crimson Muscle. He sees that Idia is very eager for him to like him back, and that he really wants to make him happy. He also sees that Idia is very sensitive to his mood and can sense that something is off. Sometimes he pretends to be annoyed or mad at someone, hinting that it might be gloomy samurai’s fault, and just enjoys seeing Idia trying to either cheer him up or apologize. This little game makes Lilia smile.

Ortho is usually very sweet to Idia, but after getting a “heart” post-chapter 6, he began noticing some new weird urges; for example, now he feels especially tickled when he sees Idia being miserable, teary-eyed, scared of others and clingy. He always knew that Idia was clingy, but this sadistic pleasure he’s feeling is something new. A lot of times Ortho either suppresses it, or does very subtle upsetting things, but one time he secretly asked his new friends from the movie club to act annoyed and disgusted by Idia and invited his niisan to hang out with them. He was ensuring Idia that everything was alright the entire time, gaslighing him into thinking that he was just imagining that everybody is looking at him, and surely, after about 40 minutes Idia was a shaking trembling panting nervous mess, gulping his own tears, He was clinging to Ortho’s neck so sweetly miserably the moment he said “alright, niisan and I are leaving now”.

But even before that, when Ortho still didn’t have as good of a grasp of the way humans interact with each other, he arranged a surprise gangbang for Idia to help him get along with others Ignihyde students. The students were very pleased, Idia was fucked out of his mind, and Ortho collected a lot of very useful data that day!

Sebek, being a young half-fae, is very horny and hormonal, and sometimes he is very bad at controlling his urges. And the fact that despite Idia barely leaving his room they manage to fight every time they interact, so one time the timing was just a little bit too unfortunate; one snarky comment from Idia, and Sebek ended up getting aggressive and jumping him, ripping his clothes off. Idia got too scared and passed out almost instantly, only waking up after Sebek had been long gone: still naked, scratched all over the place, with a belly full of cum and throbbing boner. It’s a miracle he wasn’t found by anyone before he woke up.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 124. brb x oc

a/n: my day is going a bit intense and I don't know how to feel about it. hah. just...send good vibes guys, pls. reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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Nicole loved going out with her parents, it was one of the few things her still developing mind could connect with fun. That and spending time with both of her grandparents. She was still six months old, still a baby but she was very alert.

Her doctors often told her parents how smart she was for such a young age, in fact they mentioned that she might expand her vocabulary really soon, maybe sooner than any of them expected. So to her, looking out of the window from her little seat as her father drove them somewhere was enough to catch her attention, “Aa?” she stares at the window, making Beatrice look at her then to see what she was so intrigued by.

There was a huge billboard with a dog on it, a pitbull that resembled Jolene a whole lot. “I know, honey. It’s a dog.” her mother says, “It looks like Jojo,doesn’t it?”

“Buh buh buh.” she giggles, kicking her little legs, those tiny Mary Janes were making their daughter look like a little doll, “Ha!”

Beatrice smiles, rubbing her daughter’s leg fondly before she goes back to her original position, “Well, at least she’s having fun.” she sighs, sinking a bit in her seat, “I’m so…nervous.”

Rooster hummed, dropping one of his hands from the wheel to land on her thigh, gently rubbing the denim covered limb with his thumb as he paid attention to the road, ‘I know,me too.” he says, “I don’t know why, considering the why was dealt with.”

“I think it has to do mainly with the fact we are coming back to the clinic six months after Nicole was born?”

A pause.

“That could be it.” was his muttered reply, followed by a clearing of his throat that turned into a short chuckle as he removed the hand from her leg to hold onto the steering wheel, it’s twin coming up to his face to hold his head up as his elbow stayed on the window, “It’s not that weird,there are people who had babies three months apart.”

“That’s…” she frowns, “I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“I mean at least we waited– well not waited because it wasn’t planned but uh…we didn’t did it so soon.”

The silence that followed was humorous and worrisome, because both of them just looked so confused by this situation it was hilarious. So much so that Nicole herself started giggling, even if she had no idea what was going on,”I mean I guess.” Beatrice’s mouth curved into a smile when she heard Nicole’s laughing, there was no way to be worried when that little girl giggled, she just made all the fears melt away, “I just hope it goes well, you know? And figure out how far along I am.”

“How far along do you think you are?” he asks, “Any idea?”

“I’ve looked it up on the old flier I got at the clinic and apparently it’s one month along…I think.” she didn’t seem to trust her own words, in fact she looked even more conflicted, “I’m trying to remember if I got my period last month….um…” she holds her forehead and clenches her eyes, “I don’t know if I did, I could check my calendar but I don’t know.”

“I think it’s better if we just check at the clinic,gorgeous.”

“Yeah…yeah you are right.”

Beatrice just chewed the side of her mouth in thought, still mentally counting the days in her fingers, calculating, moving her fingers in a square, then a circle, with her brows furrowed because obviously there was a way of knowing.

Bradley just offered his wife a little smile, then patted her thigh fondly because he knew she was trying to soothe her nerves. The rest of the week was…fine. People still questioned if everything was okay because both of them looked way too happy but quickly dropped it once they mentioned anything about Nikki.

Was it wrong?

Not really considering their daughter was getting bigger and bigger and achieving so much so soon.

Speaking of her, Rooster looked at her through the mirror, her sandy brown hair was pulled into two low pigtails and her pink dress with shorts made her look like a little princess. She just looked out of the window, with pure amazement because everything was so new to her, everything infatuated her so nicely, she was an amazing little baby.

And Rooster didn’t want to miss those moments.

He hadn’t told Beatrice about the…possible special mission after the holidays, whatever it was it needed a lot of research. If they had time to figure out how to do it, it meant they got the advantage…possibly. The last time they had at least a few weeks to prepare, maybe even a month if he wasn’t wrong and it was dangerous as fuck.

Whatever it was he had to mentally prepare for when he had to leave…which part of him didn’t want to, not really, he wanted to stay but he couldn’t. He had been having a lot of these thoughts lately, these conflicting moments in his mind that sometimes weighed too much for him to handle.

He decided to focus on always coming back home, as safe as he could be. It was what he could do at the moment, nothing more.

“We’re here.” his wife says, looking out of the window as he turns the car towards the parking lot, there weren’t a lot of people from what they’ve seen, “...well…are you ready?”

“I’m ready.Are you?”

“Hrrm.”

Her little noises always made him smile, he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her forehead, kiss that little furl between her brows and chuckling when she just blinked up at him in confusion, “We’ll be okay, gorgeous.” he reassures her, opening the car door and walking around it to open her own.

Beatrice smiles in thanks, standing to her feet and clenching the flier in her hand as she looked towards the building. How odd was it to see it again in…such a short period of time. The lady who scheduled their visit didn’t seem to judge either of them, she just laughed and said they were ‘always welcome’ there. 

It was nice…a bit overwhelming but nice.

She taps the flier against her palm, her anxiety climbing up to her shoulders and making them tense up. She paced around a bit as she waits for Rooster to pick Nicole up, looking back at him with a little frown when she hears the passenger door close and the obvious tinkling of her rubber monkey echo around the area.

Her husband shouldn’t look so good while carrying their baby girl and yet he was.

And he was just wearing his usual shirts, nothing out of the ordinary but she always said that Rooster could make a potato sack look nice if he wore it. He locks the car while holding Nicole on his opposite arm and pulled his sunglasses to his scalp after shoving the keys into his pocket, smiling up at Bea, ‘You good?”

“Hrrmmm…” she says again, rubbing her eyes, “I guess.”

‘It’ll be fine.” the tinkling gets louder when he approaches Beatrice, “You’ll see.”

Nicole babbled almost in agreement, shaking her little monkey in hopes to make her mother smile, which did work but Beatrice’s eyes were still nervous, she was wringing the little pamphlet in her hands with such force that the shiny paper squeaked under her grasp, “Yeah, okay…we better go inside.” his hand on her lower back was a comfortable reminder that he was still there, being her supporter every single moment of their lives and she couldn’t be more thankful.

He just pressed her back a bit harder to push her forward, never hurting but just enough to sign that she should walk and he’d follow. Nicole was mesmerized by the surroundings, the huge plants adorning the outside, large windows with colorful stickers from the children’s rooms and with the windchimes moving with the wind.

She brings her monkey to her mouth, turning her head to keep the windchimes in her vision until they got inside. And then she looks around again and this time she vocalizes happily because there’s a lot of fun colors in there.

She bounces a bit on Rooster’s arm, happily giggling at the different posters and pictures on the wall, making her father smile, “Yeah? Nice isn’t it Nikki?” he says quietly seeing there were a few people there “But, hey,shhh,” he brings his finger to his lips, “We can’t be too loud here.”

Nicole babbles a bit more, her tone going quiet but she smiles because her dad was so silly! Beatrice approaches the front desk with Rooster right behind her, tapping her fingers on the cold surface as the secretary looks up at her, already typing something in her computer, “You’ll be seen soon.” she says, “Please take a seat.”

“Thank you.” she is surprised at how stable her voice sounded, still holding the little flier in her hand as Rooster cups her lower back, guiding her to the empty black chairs tucked on the wall, “Hrrmm…”

“Bea, it’s okay.”

“Hrrmmm.”

“Baby.” he laughs, kissing her head and waiting for her to sit first, Nicole immediately wanting to trade places and stretching her arms to Beatrice, “Baby it’s okay…it really is.” she just remained silent, nuzzling her daughter’s hair and closing her eyes with a soft sigh as he sits down on her left, grabbing her free hand to bring it to his lips, “Gorgeous…come on.”

“I feel like…I don’t know what I’m feeling.” she whispers just so he could hear, holding Nicole up with her hand behind her small back, keeping her upright and safe as she shook her noisy monkey happily, completely oblivious to what was happening, “It’s…unreal? I think…or too real, or maybe both- Rooster I’m not making sense.”

He chuckles, kissing her hand again, “It’s okay,gorgeous…you are nervous,I’m nervous,Nikki isn’t nervous because she’s having such a huge blast with her toy she couldn’t care less,” cue to more shaking,”We’ll just…check how things are, see if everything is okay with the little bean and then we’ll go home and have something good to snack on.”

“Hrmm…”

“Maybe even Mr.Scoops.”

He could see the faint curve of a smile, her eyes meeting his, “They are having the Christmas Bundle again…I think it’s okay…” she whispers, “I just…I don’t know I…I mean,it feels more real now,you know?”

“I know.”

“Like,” she looks at Nicole, “Look at this. We made this little baby.” Nicole stops chewing her monkey to stare at her parents, “And-and we made another one that’s growing in me right now.” she blinks, ‘And I…I have been having symptoms and I ignored and I thought it was just because of,I don’t know, stress but it was just the birth control failing- I need to check with the ladies too,so I…I don’t know, figure out another type of contraception because this…was surprising.”

Rooster uses their interlaced hands to keep his head up, eyes so filled with love and care he felt like he was ready to explode from inside out. She still enamored him so much, nothing changed from that moment at the bar, at all, he still loved her and thought she was the cutest human being ever, “You are precious.” he coos, kissing her knuckles then her cheek, “You are going to be okay, one thing at a time,gorgeous.”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t trigger the anxiety now, okay?”

“I’m trying.”

He smiles, kissing her again and leaning back on the seat with his hand still latched with hers, his opposite one was on his lap as he looked around the clinic. In fact there were very few people there, just another couple not too far from them and another one that just arrived, the soft music over their heads brought him back to Nicole’s ultrasound.

Speaking of Nicole, she was moving her head around curiously, trying to focus on something in such a big space was hard but she was trying her hardest. She brings the monkey’s arm to her mouth and gnaws on it, the squeaking from her gums rubbing against the soft material making Rooster look over to her…and his eyes narrowed, tilting his head just a bit, “Nikki.” he begins, “Nikki, hey,look at dada.” she looked back at him, she could identify that ‘dada’ was him and mama was Beatrice, a huge feat for such a young baby, “Let me see your mouth.”

Nicole keeps on chewing, the question making Beatrice snap out of her thoughts and look down, “What?” Rooster gently pries the little girl’s mouth open and smiles when she giggles, moving her lips just a bit, “What’s wrong?”

“She’s teething.”

“What?” she tries to keep her voice down, leaning her head to look into Nicole’s mouth herself and seeing two very faint white dots on her lower gum, not breaking the skin yet but very close to, ‘Oh my God.”

“Yep.’ Rooster pulls his fingers away and smirks a bit more, leaning on his elbow against the chair, “You are growing,little bird, you are going to get your first teeth.”

“Aa!”

“Yeah! It’s exciting!”

“We need…to get fluoride and, and some ice,” Beatrice mutters, her eyebrows furrowing, “And some things to soothe the teething pain and…” her hand automatically coming up to her chest, “And to myself, she’s still drinking from the source after all.”

Rooster drops his eyes from her bust to her face,earning an exasperated glare from his wife, “What?”

“Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting anything.” he smirks, but then his face relaxes, “But no,you are right, we can get some stuff already and keep it saved up for when the chompers,” he gently wobbles Nicole’s chin, making her vocalization vibrate and her laughter get louder, “Come out.”

Beatrice looks down at Nicole, who once her father let her go, looks back at Bea with a gummy grin. Nicole reaches for her mother, grabby hands and all, and Beatrice pulls her up and tucks her against her neck, closing her eyes, “She’s teething.” she whispers, “She’s already teething,Roos…I-I’m too imbalanced hormonally to handle this, I feel like I’m going to cry!”

“Bea…” he smiles, even though he feels pretty much the same way upon noticing that yes, their daughter was indeed growing bigger and bigger every day. Soon enough she’ll be able ot walk and talk fully, have full on conversations with them and hell, in a blink she might leave for college.

He didn’t want to think about that.

Thankfully, they wouldn’t have to, because their names were called. Beatrice’s head snaps up then back at Rooster, her brows low,”It’s okay,gorgeous, give me Nikki.” she does, not before kissing the little girl’s head, standing up with her husband following suit. He coos Nicole, who whines because she was oh so comfortable in her mother’s grasp, walking alongside Beatrice as the two wander to the ultrasound room.

Beatrice already knows what to do, she’s already sitting on the bed as the lady tells them the doctor is coming soon. Beatrice huffs, adjusting herself while pulling the elastic of her sweat pants down the curve of her stomach, looking down at it, “Do you notice anything?”

Bradley looks up from Nicole to his wife’s stomach, then furrows his brows, “Not really? It looks the same, gorgeous, not that different.”

“Hrrmmm.” she sighs, dropping her head back down onto the bed and blinking at the ceiling, “We’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

“We will.” he looks around for the chair and immediately sits down when he finds it, thankfully it is right next to the bed so he could reach out for Bea and touch her hand if she feels too anxious, which he knew she would. “Nicole is excited.” he tries to distract her with a conversation and when it involves Nicole it really helps.

Beatrice turns to look at the two, seeing their little girl looking behind Rooster to a large Sesame Street poster, vocalizing and bouncing a bit in Rooster’s arms, “She is.” Bea smiles weakly, “She loves Sesame Street.”

“More than Dr.Chimp.”

“She might be into more…vintage stuff.” she says, “Like her parents.”

Bradley wouldn’t mind that. The thought that Nicole would share more of their interests was really nice to think about. They stop their chatter when they hear the door open, the same woman from before - when she saw Nicole in the womb - appears and she’s delighted to see that the little baby will join them.

After a short greeting she takes place on the little stool, pulling on her gloves with a grin, “Well,I guess I don’t have to repeat the directions,do I?” Beatrice laughs weakly but shakes her head negatively, pulling her shirt a bit higher to expose more of her stomach, “Let’s begin then.”

The first touch of the ultrasound was always the one that made her wince the most, it was cold and sticky and it was a bit uncomfortable but she could handle it. She drops her hand from the bed to reach towards Rooster’s, smiling when her husband grabbed her fingers and brought her hand to his lips, kissing her wedding ring.

He keeps his hold on hers, rubbing reach of her knuckles with a gentle brush of his thumb as Nicole chews on her monkey, watching the strange lady rub the strange thing on her mama’s belly. There’s silence for a few seconds, before they hear the woman say,”So, you want to know how far along you are,yes?”

“Yes,I uh…I was really busy these past months so my period wasn’t the greatest.”

“Right so,” the woman leans back a bit, showing the little dot on the screen, “From the size I’d say around six weeks.”

Beatrice blinks, “Six weeks? That’s one month.” she tells her husband who just looked confused, then arched his eyebrows when she explained, “Oh,huh,well,that explains a lot.”

But the woman kept moving around a bit, then pulled her stool closer to the screen and then smiled, “Ah���I guess the pregnancy was a surprise.”

“Yeah,” Bea laughs,”It was…we didn’t plan it.”

A pause.

“Would you guys like to know the second surprise?”

Both of them just stared at the woman, who pulled her head back and angled her hand on Beatrice’s stomach. It took a while for them to see through the blobs of gray and white, the little dot still looking a bit wobbly.

And then,suddenly, Beatrice’s eyes widened, “...No…no way.” she whispers, clenching her husband’s hand, “Rooster.”

Brad, however,was having a harder time figuring out what was going on. He had to stand up to approach the screen, all the while holding Nicole to his chest…and when he noticed it, his jaw dropped.

“...holy shit are those two?!”

[iamthecomet]

I‘ve had a terrible day and literally nobody I could contact so I’m honestly super Sorry for coming here but I just felt like going to the ask box of someone in the ghost fandom would be my safest bet

(There were just literally more childhood things triggered today than I even know fucking EXISTED and I had two attacks that were lots of fun /s)

Could I maybe get a bit of ghoulette comfort? Any pairing of your choice, and I’m very okay with comfort sex

Again, I’m very sorry if this is weird or overstepping any boundaries, or if you don’t take requests, I just really really felt the need to contact someone

Please don't be sorry for coming to my ask box--you're welcome here any time, really. I'm sending you lots of good vibes and hugs (if you want them). I'm sorry you're having such a shitty day. I don't know if what I wrote can really be considered comfort. But I tried and then everything got away from me (imagine that). It's a little angsty, a little smutty, and a little sweet. I hope it helps. 1.8k of ghoulette "comfort"--just for you, under the cut <3.

Sunshine keeps it together as best she can. It's for the best, she knows that. Knows that if she tried to go up on stage every night of this tour with her still healing knee (twisted, badly on a run through the woods with Mountain) she'd damage her vessel irreparably. Knows, that the way it still aches late at night is a sign that she wasn't ready. But it's hard. Hard to video chat with Cirrus, Cumulus, and Aurora and not wish she was on those plush looking hotel beds with them. Squished between them. Aurora's silky hair slipping through her fingers, Cumulus' heart beating under her ear. She misses them with every part of her body. Something she didn't realize was possible until they were gone. She'd never felt this in the pit. This connection, this love that seems to have dissolved into her blood. Her pack. Her girls. They're everything. The Abbey is so empty without them. Aether's here--and the other ghouls--the older ones. But they largely keep to themselves. And having Aether isn't the same as having everyone. And besides--he's distracted. More shifts in the infirmary. More time spent talking to Imperator. She thinks he's keeping himself busy on purpose. So that he doesn't have to feel what she does--an ache where her family used to be. And it isn't like they're not coming back. Not like she doesn't talk to them every day. Dew and Swiss are constantly sending her pictures of stupid shit from the road. Bad license plates. Strange tchotchkes in various gift shops. Rain sends her pictures from museums, historical sights, and gorgeous sweeping architecture. Mountain sends her pictures of flowers, and trees, and every animal he can. Cumulus and Cirrus talk to her on video every single day without fail. They are thinking of her. They are out there. They are coming home. But in the silent moments it's hard to remember that. The ghoul wing echoes like a tomb on some days and Sunshine feels like the caretaker. If purgatory is real, she's found it. It's late, several weeks into the tour. She hung up with the girls hours ago, and since she's been staring at the tin ceiling. Tracing the patterns in it. Stamped scrollwork, vines, flowers, a sunburst in the center of each one like this room was made for her. It's about the time of night that she'd usually crawl into bed with Aether. But she can hear him still on the phone with Dewdrop. A low murmur drifting through the walls. Her room feels too small. Like the walls are closing in around her. Too warm, stuffy. She thinks about throwing open a window but that isn't going to help. She wants the sky stretched out above her. Grass beneath her bare toes. She wants to be thousands of miles away from here, curled up in scratchy hotel sheets with Cirrus in her arms.

She stands at the window, looking out at the way the moonlight slants across the grounds, the way it glitters off of the lake. The moon is full, and it's the only reason she sees her. Pale skin luminous under that light. Mist.

Sunshine doesn’t make a decision. She lets the way her heart starts hammering do that for her. She foregoes shoes, or pants. She steps out into the hallway and head toward the door in just a button-down shirt she stole from Swiss ages ago, and her underwear. The grass is cool and wet against her toes. Mowed recently judging by the way the clippings stick to the sides of her feet. She walks into the Abbey grounds. Toward Mountain's favorite garden, and the lake just beyond it.

Sunshine and Mist aren’t particularly close. Mist doesn’t seem to be close with any of the newer band ghouls except for Dew. She keeps to herself mostly. But she and Sunshine have shared moments. In a cramped closet or Sunshine’s bed. Frenzied and quick. Mists teeth sharp on her lip. Her mouth tasting like clean cool water.

Sunshine feels like she’s dying of thirst. Mist is on the very edge of the dock. Her legs drawn up tight, toes curled over the edge of it. Pointed chin resting on her knees. Sunshine stops halfway through Mountain's flowerbeds and looks at her. The way her tail curls, serpentine, around her own arm. The strange blue tinge to her hair--her skin. Long fingers curled around her shin bones as she hugs herself. She’s so compact. Smaller even than Aurora. Slight but not fragile. Built of wire swimmers muscle. Sunshine once watched her throw Ifrit into the dirt.

She makes it a point to stay on Mists good side—for more than one reason. "Are you coming down, or are you just going to stare?" Mist calls out. She doesn't move. There's a musical lilt to her voice that always reminds Sunshine of Rain. Siren song. Inviting her closer even though her tone is cold, flat. Sunshine forces her legs into motion, ignoring the way her knee twinges when she steps wrong as the ground beneath her starts its descent toward the lake.

“I wasn’t—” she starts when she gets closer, but the words die as her feet hit the dock. She was. She was just standing there staring. Sunshine watches her more often than she’d like to admit. It seems easier than talking to her. Easier than asking for what she wants. It worked out the first time Mist backed her into a dark corner—and every time since.

She wants that again—doesn’t want to have to talk about the reason she’s out here in the middle of the night seeking Mist out. It sounds bad when she thinks about it.

Everyone else is gone. So, I came to you. Sunshine sits on the dock next to Mist, dangles her legs over the edge and finds the lake surprisingly warm. She leans back on her hands and looks at Mist again. Looks at the savage ridge of her spine where it sticks out from the low collar of her tank top. The shirt is loose, the armholes reaching almost to Mists hips, exposing the aqua tinged gills along her ribs. Borrowed clothing, Sunshine realizes, just like her own shirt.

“You like to stare.” Mist says, matter-of-fact. Sunshine winces.

“Sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” Mist offers with a shrug. She looks over at Sunshine then, for the first time. “It sort of feels nice to be seen.”

“I see you,” Sunshine whispers, “A lot. I—always see you. Why don’t you—”

Mist shakes her head. “You didn’t come out here to ask me stupid questions.”

“No. I didn’t.”

Mist slowly unwraps her arms from her legs. Lets them slip off of the dock and into the water. She sighs. “Bath water,” she says mostly to herself.

It isn’t the word Sunshine would use. Closer to lukewarm—body temperature. But she imagines Mist runs cold the same way Rain does. And it must feel warm soothing to her cool skin.

“So why are you out here? Isn’t it past your bed time?”

Sunshine bristles at that. At the way it feels infantilizing. She decides to ignore it. Knows Mist doesn't actually mean anything by it. “Couldn’t sleep. I’m…lonely. I guess.”

“What about Aether?”

“Not the same.”

Mist hums in what sounds like agreement. “No, I guess you’re right.”

They fall into silence, it’s surprisingly comfortable. Easy. Sunshine lays back, puts her arms behind her head. For a while she looks at the stars. Allows the gentle shift of the water around her ankles to lull her, to calm the strange ache in her chest. But after a while, she finds her eyes drawn back to Mist. To the soft curve of her breast, the slope of her stomach, all that skin visible through the side of her shirt.  The way her gills shift as she breathes. The ones on her hips are just barely visible, and Sunshine is hit with the nearly uncontrollable desire to touch them. To reach over and run feather light fingers over that delicate skin and remember what it feels like.

“I get lonely too, sometimes,” Mist muses. When Sunshine drags her eyes away from the shadow of Mist’s nipple she finds the water Ghoulette looking down at her. Sharp features drawn soft. Full lips down turned just a little, more of a pout than a frown. “It’s the way it is. You should get used to it.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Sunshine whispers, breath catching in her lungs. “I’m right here. I’m always right here.” She props herself up at the same time Mist bends. They meet in the middle, lips slotting together. It’s gentle—she’s never kissed Mist like this. This easy press of their mouths. Their tongues sliding together lazily. Mist reaches down to put her hand on the back of Sunshine’s head, sliding her fingers into her hair to hold her close. Mist slings one leg over Sunshine’s hips and putting the other knee between Sunshine’s thigh. Sunshine pulls her close, circles one arm around her waist and slips the other into the side of her shirt, cupping one of her breasts. Dragging her thumb over a pierced nipple and reveling in the way Mist gasps into her mouth.

Sunshine shifts her hips, presses down against Mist’s firm thigh. She has to pull away from Mist’s mouth on the first grind, her head snapping back against the dock as she drags her clothed cunt over Mist’s bare thigh.

She feels Mist doing the same thing to Sunshine. Little rolls of her hips. Sweet noises falling from her lips as Sunshine drags her hand down, ghosts her fingers over those gills she longed to touch. Feeling the way the delicate skin moves beneath her palm and the way Mist gasps just a little when she presses against them.

“So pretty,” Sunshine gasps, looking up at the way Mist moves above her. Sunshine can feel the how wet Mist is against her thigh. Cool slick pooling against Sunshine’s overheated skin. Sunshine wants to press her back into the dock. To bury her face between Mist’s pale thighs and drink her down.

“Mist—hang on—” Sunshine tries, gets cut off by the way Mist pushes her thigh against Sunshine’s cunt, by the way she reaches down to unbutton Sunshine’s shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Mist bends and seals her mouth around one of Sunshine’s nipples and every thought of pausing flies from her mind.

Sunshine cums first, pulled over the edge by the way Mist drags her thigh over Sunshine’s clit, and those sharp teeth on her nipple. Mist isn’t far behind her. Back arching, slick gushing onto Sunshine’s thigh, into the hem of her shirt. A high sharp moan falling from her lips.

Mist allows Sunshine to pull her down, to curl her warm arms around her. It feels like a gift. Sunshine nuzzles her face into Mist’s curls.

“You don’t have to be lonely either,” Mist says, breath cool against Sunshine’s clavicle. Her long fingers dragging up over Sunshine’s exposed ribs leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m right here too.”

[lokfeedsthegays]

Hi, hello. Posting like crazy rn but

I wrote a test snippet for a Mako fic I’m working on!! <3

The basic premise I’m thinking for this fic is Mako, a few months after the events of ROTE, becomes a private investigator, and through some turn of events goes to the Fire Nation, where he encounters his aunt he didn’t know he had.

As he investigates further, a case that he thought would be small and brief unfolds into a conspiracy with him in the middle of it. To boot, he’s been feeling strange, and has suspicions of its source being from his takedown of the spirit vine engine.

Any feedback appreciated 👀

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Mako sat in an unfamiliar position in front of the Pai Sho board.

The constant ticks of his aunt’s clock resonated throughout the room. It made a noise that was debatably worse than silence would be. It made him feel like every second mattered when there was no viable time limit to latch onto. His aunt was patient enough, sitting there with her fingers folded under her chin.

As still as the room was, with his aunt and the golden, ornate grandfather clock being his only company, Mako was having an unusually hard time focusing.

The reason for his negligence of what was right in front of him continued to elude him. Something in his core buzzed at him like a hit of coffee, or a bout of adrenaline when he was running. But there was nothing wrong in the house. Just a quiet game of Pai Sho with his aunt.

And yet, sitting there on the red floor pillow, leaning over the short table, he felt something was wrong. The feeling was persistent, yet unhelpfully vague. Every time he glanced up he could feel tremors in his energy, like waves coming off of her and hitting him, resulting in mounting suspicion and anxiety when there was cause for none.

And most unhelpfully, it made his scarred arm ache, which meant he had to move his pieces with his other hand.

Mako moved one of the boat tiles from its perch on the edge, testing the waters. His line was caught as he hooked a smirk from his aunt that meant he did something wrong.

“No, the boat tile can’t move that way, dear. Move it back and try again”.

Pai Sho being different for various cultures was no joke. Mako thought it ridiculous when Bolin asked Korra to standardize Pai Sho rules in the middle of their steakout all those years ago, but he started to consider his little brother’s perspective a lot more seriously now that plenty of his moves were wrong by Fire Nation standards.

And each critique his aunt gave him chipped away at his ego. “I’m afraid that would be a useless move here, Mako. You could do it, but that doesn’t mean you should”.

If it were an actual game, he’d surely be drowning.

“Sorry. You said that”, Mako sighed, moving his misstep back to its original position. The board was barely changed in what had to be nearly an hour. “I guess I’m just distracted”.

“By what?”

Mako hated the way he impulsively averted his gaze when his aunt looked at him. She looked so much like his mom, just aged. Which wasn’t a surprise; they were sisters. But it made him ache for the impossibility that he could ever see his mom older than she was in the pictures. Or his dad, for that matter.

The only victory of contentment he could have now was seeing Bolin grow old. But it wasn’t like it’d be the same. Bolin being around that long was a success Mako didn’t deserve praise for. It was a necessity; something natural and simple. Anything for his brother. But seeing his parents, just older…it’d mean his life would be a lot different. He was at the point where he was unsure if that was a good or bad thing. Maybe just different.

“I dunno. I’ve been having weird feelings lately. I mean, like, sensations. In my chest and my arm. I’m worried that there’s something Kya missed when healing me”. As he told her this, his chest buzzed at a harsher level, like electricity was trying to reach his mouth and get him to shut up. His wrist throbbed, sending mini shockwaves of pain through his fingers.

“You know, there are specialized healers here in the Fire Nation”, Keima hummed, reaching out to take his hand and examine it with a sharp gaze. “I’m sure they could help you sense what’s giving you trouble. We have resources. Maybe an Earth Kingdom acupuncturist would help”.

Mako shuddered at the thought of needles. “Uh, no thanks. On the acupuncture, I mean. But…’sense’ what’s wrong with me? These are reputable healers, right?”

Mako recalled when he and Bolin were younger, and one of their frequent betters got Bolin on a healing crystal stint. Luckily it lasted for about a week; it didn’t take Mako long to convince Bolin that rocks helping auras was stupid, and there’s no way they were spiritual. He couldn’t bend them not because a spirit made them, but because they were made of cheap plastic.

And, in his defense, a week was a very short time for Bolin to not listen to him on something.

“Oh, of course! They’ll just read your energy and determine what’s best for you in terms of medicine. If any. You may be fine, and just experiencing phantom pains”.

‘Reading his energy’ didn’t sound very reputable to Mako. He must have shown his doubt on his face, because Keima gave him a warm chuckle. “My dear, surely you know that we Firebenders have applications beyond battle, right?”

“Well, sure”, Mako grunted, “I used to use my fire to heat up me and Bo on colder nights. And I used my lightning in a factory job once”.

“Practical and smart”, Keima praised, only to immediately spin it around. “But brutish, all things considered”.

Mako couldn’t take the jab to heart. His mother’s side of the family was apparently pretty well-off. They wouldn’t have to use it for battle much, unless something like an Agni Kai rolled around. Mako never learned their formal styles of Firebending. Breathing and feeling the energy and warmth of the sun seemed like a slower process than what was ideal.

He could agree it had merit, but he didn’t have time to rely on the sun and take deep breaths. His desperation and sheer force of will seemed to be enough for him. When he trained with Zolt in Lightningbending, he was praised on how fast he could get a bolt out. That was all he needed. No seconds wasted.

He found his grit to have further benefits in pro-bending. Toza couldn’t give Mako proper training like he could with Bolin, but Mako still took to the teachings of Earthbending in as much as he could.

He heard how earth was an element that someone needed to face down if they wanted it to bend to their will. Hold their ground, keep a wide stance. Be unwavering and confident.

Mako initially found it tricky. How was he supposed to face down something that came from within? Fire was so reliant on him. But in a way, it worked. Fire was a part of him he could think about looking in the eye and telling it that it was gonna do what he said whether it liked it or not. It wasn’t gonna get out of control, it was gonna come out quick, and it was gonna keep him and his brother warm and alive, even if the sun wasn’t out.

It cut the time of his lightning generation in half.

But he saw how formal Firebenders moved. How normal Firebenders moved. They didn’t swing their arms around and punch and kick like they were forcing their flames to come out. Fire seemed to erupt from their palms, the arches of their feet, blossoming in a wide motion until they cradled it. They raised it. They let it go, then it died.

It was slower than what he did, but for some reason he envied it. Or maybe he just envied never getting the chance to learn it like they did. He wasn’t completely sure.

“We feel our chi- our relationship with the fire’s warmth. It relies and is born from our energy, and in that way, it connects to others. We can feel what’s tangled up and impure, and it tells us how to conduct those pathways into something better. Something healthier. That’s why I suggested acupuncture. It’s a natural next step”.

“I’ll be happy just to know what’s going on. For a while I couldn’t even Firebend in this arm, and it’s still giving me more trouble. I still can’t Lightningbend, and it’s hard to even write. My hand shakes”.

“Then we’ll see what the trouble is this afternoon. I’ll make an appointment with Yangun. She’s one of the best around this area. Don’t worry, we’ll get this worked out in no time”, his aunt said with a warm smile. Mako looked away, feeling like his stomach was doing somersaults, electrified by that buzzing from his chest.

“In the meantime, why don’t we continue? I’ll reset the board”.

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[padfootastic]

The most recent chapter was so fun!!!! Harry (unconsciously) feeling safe enough with Sirius to completely crash after a long tiring day>>> Just the idea of Walburga Black being a beater is hysterical yet strangely fitting in a way... Truly an enigma of a woman. I also need to know if Harry explained to Sirius what a blast-ended skrewt is. I can't imagine Sirius being happy with Hagrids way of teaching (concerning Harry's safety. Otherwise I think he'd love it)

Quick question: why would "the others" not approve of Harry and Sirius going flying in the quidditch room? Just general 'could get injured' or something else? Cause I read it like they were still inside so it's not like they're leaving the house right?

Almost need a little recap on all the times Walburga's portret went off and the others having to deal with her. Can't imagine they'll be pleased whenever Harry and Sirius turn up again.

Those two also really need to figure out how to not spiral at the same time. I think that would be very helpful for them lmao

(I'm also HONOURED my ask send you running to the doc??!!?!! A hot choco scene because of me??!!??!?!)

god ikr?? like with the order, our boy feels like he HAS to be strong and convincing and competent but the minute he’s around sirius, who has the most right to his answers, he’s like soz i’m out. no fear, minimal guilt. i love it. i love them sm.

hahaha maybe we can have a lil snippet in the end notes of the next chapter ab harry explaining hagrid’s lessons to sirius? it is a v amusing mental image i admit.

ahh so i don’t know how to explain it, exactly, but everyone in the order was so WEIRD about grimmauld place? like,,,why are molly and the kids manually cleaning the whole house by hand?? a house that is clearly shown as magically decaying and filled w dangerous items/creatures to boot??? and then theres the sirius aspect of it. even in canon, he was considered reckless and a negative influence, and i can see the order being worried ab harry spending unsupervised time w him. in FoD, they can see how much our boy has changed and are going to possibly be even more wary of him around sirius, esp in places they can’t access. and to some extent, i also don’t think they see harry as like. a person? let alone a child, but just. someone with agency who can do things for the heck of it. i think so many of them fall into the trap of picturing him like a symbol and they hold him to way higher standards. the way they acted around him in third year is the biggest eg of this for me. so yeah, i think that plays in here a bit too

god anon can i just say—i have SO MANY ideas regarding walburga’s portrait bc i honestly really wanna include her on the fic (partly bc we’re gonna have some sirius povs coming up, after harry goes to hogwarts, and i think she’s crucial to his character and partly bc i think she’s a criminally underused plot device) but it fully depends on which characterisation i go with because there’s a few. and it’ll change the trajectory of her presence.

but yeah, that’s still a little bit away haha

and yes!!! i’m seriously not exaggerating; i hadn’t touched FoD in close to a year until that ask and then suddenly it’s like i’m possessed by a manic writer ghost lol so im very very thankful to u haha