#but i am proud of the spin hehe

[kazzykatt]

you know those 4am ideas? yeah

maybe i'll redo it again later, maybe not, i just had to get it out of my head

[teddybeartoji]

SO MICKEY,, I am having thoughts. I don’t read hybrid fics Usually, but I saw your puppy Satoru post and,, as a fellow piss enjoyer what are your thoughts on him with that? Something something he wants you to pee on him to mark him as yours something something he begs for it,, I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS LIKE. GOOD WITH HYBRIDS but it just sounds yeah,, I don’t know if this is a request but I trust that you will see my vision ily

PISS ENJOYERS UNITEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HI REM MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!

OK BUT YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABT HIM WANTING YOU TO PEE ON HIM!!!!!!!!! THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! like yes puppy!satoru likes the idea of him pissing on you to mark you up (he does it too ofc) but something about YOU marking HIM up is just sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo crazy. it makes him crazy.

he begs for it. you're laying down on your back as he grinds into you - you're still both clothed, just humping each other like dogs (hehe pun inteded). he's nipping at your neck, he's sucking on your nipples, he's just fucking licking you - he can't get enough. you see his tail wagging from the corner of your eye and fuck, you just feel so dizzy already. but then you feel something else too, a pressure in your lower tummy.

you try to push him off, mumbling quietly about needing to go to the bathroom and his eyes fucking shine. he kisses the side of your mouth with a raspy "yeah?". he doesn't budge, he literally does the opposite - he presses himself flush against you, pushing your one knee up at his hips so he can be even closer to you.

"i wan' you to do it." he whines. you feel him smile against you and you feel a bit embarrassed at the thought. does he actually want you to do it?

"wan' you to mark me yours. c'mon, please... pretty please, baby."

he whimpers into your ear and it doesn't take long for him to convice you to do it. to let go.

and when you finally do... oh my fucking god. satoru creams his pants immediately. IMMMMEDIATELY. the second he feels the warmth spreading all over you and himself, he tears his eyes from you just to stare at where the two of you are connected with a slack jaw. he pushes his hips into yours as he makes a mess in his own pants aswell, your piss mixing with his cum through the material. he's fucking elevated. he has never felt this good in his entire fucking life.

when he looks back up at you with a bashful grin and finds you trying to hide your face into the pillow below you, he nuzzles his nose at your cheek. "i'm yours now. i'm your mate now." he licks your skin, kisses your jaw - he really can't stop touching you. "i love you."

he's as affectionate as ever, possibly even more so now. he cradles your face as he gently makes you look at him. you're so warm and he feels so proud. "don't hide..."

he litters your face with sloppy kisses for a while before starting to trail down your body. the smell of you and your piss is making his head spin and he can't stop smiling. he's just so happy!

his tail swings violently behind him, his ears twitch as you squirm when he kisses your completely soaked center. he locks eyes with you and licks the material, his own dick starting to harden again.

anyway!!!! hehehhehehe puppy!satoru loves you and he loves piss and he loves it when you piss on him, it makes him feel so loved!!!!!! he will eat you out after it to show his appreciation!!!!!!!!!

[honeysuckleharringtons]

any chance you could do Counselors' Lounge for steve please? 🫶🏼💫

hi, love!! i am so so sorry this took so long to get out, work stuff happened and mental health stuff happened but i hope this was worth the wait! it's also not technically workplace but they are working at a summer camp, but if you wanted something else, feel free to leave another ask and i write a new one hehe 🫶🏻💛

"Take Me To The Lake" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: In which Steve's last summer at his childhood summer camp becomes his favorite summer ever.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,048 (she got a lil wordy oops)

Content Warning: reader and steve are implied to be around 18/19, sexual humor and fade to black smut bc steve is a hoe, light mentions of food, mostly fluff but a lil angsty at times, possibly bad descriptions of volleyball bc it's been a minute since i played, reader from ohio lol, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: yeah i did name it after a taylor lyric, what about it??

Originally Written: 07/07/2024 through 0718/2024

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory 🫶🏻❤️

masterlist | summer celebration

“You're going down!” Steve shouted from his side of the sandy volleyball court, hands on his hips to further prove his point.

You simply shook your head. “You wish, pretty boy!” It looked a whole lot like he mouthed something to the effect of ‘Yeah, I do,’ but a children's summer camp wasn't exactly the place to unpack that.

Camp Clearwater was probably your favorite place on Earth, and it was the one place on Earth where you were guaranteed a month of wonderful bliss with your favorite person ever. To say it was your favorite month of all twelve in a year was probably a little biased, but when you were getting to see the one person on the planet you adored more than anyone else, it was hard not to pick favorites.

Steve Harrington had started out just like any other camper in your eyes: for one, your rival, considering you were never on the same team at camp due to gender differences; not to mention, he was someone you only saw that one time of year. But, thanks to raging hormones at the wonderful age of thirteen, a chance game of “spin the bottle” after dark had brought the two of you together and you'd been inseparable ever since. Sure, you were pretty much only guaranteed the month of July together, but after that fateful first kiss, you called each other every night and all but forced your parents to drive you to the other's city every now and again for a date or two.

“Alright, when the whistle blows, the Ladybugs will serve,” the announcer practically yelled through the bullhorn. Your bones rattled with the volume of her shout, but it only added to the excitement coursing through you.

The whistle blew, the ball went up, and Kimmy smacked it right into the back corner of the court. Was it cheating for you to pick your two best players for the championship set? Maybe, but with Kimmy's precise serves and Megan's ability to keep the ball in the air no matter how many times she had to dive or slide, it would feel wrong for anyone else to be on that court.

The girls met in the middle of the court for a high five, clearly proud of the serve. Cheering them on from the sidelines, you yelled, “Good job with the ace, girls!”

The ball went up again, this time a lighter serve that barely made it over the net, taking out the setter of Steve's team. Still, they managed to keep the ball up, even with the weaker of their players being the one to spike the ball back over to your side of the court. It went back and forth a few times, eventually ending when Kimmy's block went out of bounds.

Steve had definitely brought his A Game when training the two boys on his team, seeing as most of the round, both your team and his were neck and neck on points. Before you knew it, the score was twenty-three to twenty-three, and either team needed only two more points to win.

In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best decision to coach against your boyfriend. Sure, healthy competition was always a good thing in relationships, but it was Steve's last year as a counselor, and you'd hate for him to walk away sad. Although, from the crease forming between his brows, you could tell that he was more stressed than anything right now.

“Come on, guys, you got this!” he shouted from his side of the court, hands clapping loudly in excitement. You couldn't resist doing the same, turning to your own team and cheering them on.

The next point went to the Ladybugs when Megan surprised them with a tip that fell right over the net, giving the guys' team basically no time to bounce back. You were one point away, and the thought of winning the championship—even if it was only just at some summer camp—made your heart rattle inside your rib cage.

Then, the Beetles took the next point with a shocking service ace, keeping their team and the game alive.

Two more points and again, it was anyone's game. Your heart pounded and your hands shook at the exhilaration and thrill that this game was giving you.

The ball went back and forth, back and forth, until you'd forgotten you were a coach, not a spectator. You were just as entranced by the ball as the parents watching from the bleachers were, and you didn't even realize what had happened until all the girls on your team came flooding over to you, all squeals and cheers.

“We did it!” one girl, Britt, screamed as she jumped up and down. Another squealed, apparently incapable of forming words. Megan and Kimmy were all smiles as they did the handshake all the girls in your cabin had started doing toward the beginning of the month.

You couldn't help but be proud of your girls, not just Kimmy and Megan, but each of the girls on your team that had fought for this year's trophy. In a sense, it was your last trophy, since you'd now graduated high school and wouldn't be playing in college. Though, you definitely were coming back to Camp Clearwater every summer you could.

After your celebratory dinner in the dining hall and the most bittersweet of goodbyes as you sent all your new friends back home to their parents, you couldn't help but search for your ‘rival’ coach to see how he was handling things.

You found him back in his cabin, alone since all the campers had already been sent home. Walls that were usually filled with posters of baseball players and favorite movies were now bare, beds that normally housed pre-teens were now vacant, and the boy who usually wore a smile was now sporting a frown, one that displayed what looked like sadness and homesickness.

“Cheer up, pretty boy,” you said, catching his attention, his eyes darting up to meet your figure where you stood in the doorway. “You've always known I'm better than you at volleyball.”

He snickered, his frown slightly disappearing. “You wish.”

You stepped closer to him, shutting the cabin's front door lightly behind yourself. “What was that you mouthed at me today? Yeah, I do?”

Steve rolled his eyes, though his expression displayed joy at your words. “Thought you might not have caught that.”

Your hands met his hair, swiping through the brown strands delicately. “I'm a better lip reader than you thought, Harrington.”

“Yeah, that's not your only specialty with lips though, is it?”

A scoff escaped your lips. “Is that all you think about?”

“Sometimes,” he said, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “But mostly I just think about how pretty you are and how lucky I am.”

A smile pulled at your own lips, your heart nearly melting at his sweet words. Still, despite his demeanor, you still felt the need to ask, “Are we okay after today? No hard feelings?”

His brows creased. “Why wouldn't we be okay?”

“I did beat you at your very last Beach Bug tournament,” you reminded him, your hands moving down to his own and interlocking your fingers.

“Don't remind me,” he said dramatically, throwing his head back. Then, he met your eyes again, his expression sickeningly sweet. “Seriously though, we're okay.”

You held out your pinky finger, a pout appearing on your face. “You prommy?”

He locked his pinky around yours. “Yes, I prommy,” he replied sarcastically before pulling your hand up to his mouth and kissing the knuckles.

Then he was pulling you onto the bed with him, both your legs and his braiding together as they dangled off the side of the mattress. Steve's hand met your waist as he pulled you into his side while his lips met your head for a soft kiss.

“Weird how this is the last weekend I'll spend in one of these cabins,” he mentioned as his eyes darted from you to the roof.

“Don't remind me,” you parroted his words from before, only this time they were true.

His hand slid down to meet your bare leg, skin sun-kissed from all the time you'd been spending in it lately. You noticed his eyes avoiding yours, and the homesickness that swirled in them. The two of you still had another forty-eight hours before you had to leave each other, and yet he was already longing to be back in your arms.

“I do have some somewhat good news, though.”

Your heart raced at the possibilities, though your brows wrinkled in confusion. “What?”

“Well, I was gonna tell you over the phone when I found out but I thought it would be better to tell you in person. Just in case I don't get the reaction I'm hoping for.”

This only made you more confused. “Why would I be upset over good news?”

By now, the two of you had made your way back to sitting, his legs still dangling from the bed while yours were now pulled underneath yourself. Steve’s eyes were more serious now, his breathing speeding up as he got closer to his confession. “Do you remember how I said I was moving for college?”

“Yeah, your dad was trying to get you into U of Chicago,” you waved your hand as you remembered his words. “Alma Mater crap, right?”

Steve chuckled at your question. “I may have not been entirely sincere about the whole thing.”

He just kept adding to your state of confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Steve took your hands in his, watching as they intertwined once again. “He was trying to get me into UChi… but that's not where I'm going.”

“What are you…”

The next statement had your heart racing just as much as the volleyball match that afternoon. “I got into Bowling Green.”

Your mouth flew open as your arms wrapped around his neck, squeals flying out of your mouth left and right. “You're kidding!”

His head shook against your shoulder where it rested, and you swore you felt a tear slip against your tee shirt. “I know it's not Denison, but-”

“It's here. It's two hours away from me. Not six.” By now, tears were forming in your own eyes, your smile wider than the lake outside of that cabin. You pulled his face away from your shoulder, meeting his gaze again. “Why would I be upset over this?”

Those big brown eyes you loved fell down to the floor, his tears drying up in an instant. “It doesn't mean I can come back here.”

You wiped at a stray drop of water on his cheek, causing him to shiver at the touch. “Why not?”

“My dad made an agreement with me. If I promised him my summers at the firm, I could promise you my weekends during the school year.”

Butterflies shot off in your stomach like fireworks. He may not have been able to give you everything you wanted, but he could give you enough. And that was simply all you needed.

Hands made their way into dark brown, beautiful strands. Lips met skin, the pulse point of his neck to be precise. “Steven,” one kiss, “Otis,” another kiss, on his jaw, “Harrington,” one last kiss, underneath his ear.

“Hmm?” he asked. You could almost hear his eyebrow cocking upward.

Another long kiss, then a small nibble to his earlobe. “I love you.”

“You're insane.”

His tee shirt made a light thump against the floor. “Insane for you.”

Steve looked down at you through dark eyelashes, meeting you with a half smirk. “I take it you're excited about this whole thing?”

“Very,” you nodded, your grin outright showy at this point. “You remember earlier how you said I was going down?”

The man could hardly keep his composure as your hands met the button of his shorts. “You are truly insane.”

“Maybe…” You finally made your way off the bed, sinking to your knees in front of him. “Do you wanna find out how insane I truly am?”

“I've died. I'm in Heaven right now. Or Hell, one of the two.”

“Me too, Stevie,” you said, leaving a kiss on his knee. “Me too.”

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[gutterfuuck]

ok ok mark is amazing && all that but i’d really love to see our favorite absolutely - caring && perfect dad nolan grayson！

apologies if this is a bit much but nolan who slaps reader when they anger him but he says it’s so that they learn from their mistakes？ love it saaaur much！

maybe even reader develops a liking to it && purposely misbehaves､ nolan catches on quickly n well. things escalate

sincerely､ maimai anonnie ♥︎

i have had this in drafts since a long time!! i am so sorry for slowed production, hopefully it is explained by my exams hehe!! i am so exhausted and plus, my wifi has been out so it is hard to write when i cannot access files 😅 i hope you enjoy this, i am trying to release more and on time but it is quite hard to juggle long exams and my day and then to write!! there is only so much hours in a day, haha!! hope you enjoy!!

cw: mdni, smut, slapping/impact play, sparkie comeback era, this one is super short and i am not very proud of it, i am sorry!!! more stuff is on the way 😅😅

your face is rocked to the side as you’re thrown backwards off of your feet, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you instinctively rubbed the new red mark you had on your cheek. you hardly had time to recover before he’s stomping towards you, picking you up by the collar of your shirt and slapping you in your face so hard you almost see stars. he was going easy on you, obviously. you cried out, trying to pull your face away from his and shield yourself from any more attacks with your eyes closed tightly, trying to keep tears behind your eyelids as to not show any weakness.

“no, look- i said look at me, here.” nolan booms, gritting his teeth when you open your eyes slowly, still trying to prevent tears from rolling down your face. you failed as soon as you looked at him, piercing blue eyes staring back into your teary ones with a burning fire glowing behind them. you felt as if you didn’t obey him, you’d be torn in half in a second. you whimpered pathetically, bottom lip quivering as you let out a few heavy sobs expecting to be met with some sort of empathy.

you were so wrong, your hope dissolving as he tapped at your cheek with his palm firmly, slapping you lightly but just harsh enough to worry you, just enough to make you think any second he could just slap you so hard you’d hear ringing in your ears. “n-nola..n-! m’so s-sorr.- hgk-!” you’re cut short with a strangled noise as he wraps his hand around your throat effortlessly, holding you half off of the ground by your neck.

“crocodile tears, you weren’t this upset when you were misbehaving earlier.” nolan glared at you like he wanted to kill you and for a second you thought he would, flinching when he let you go and raised his hands to continue threatening you.

large hands plunged into your sides, pulling you up off of the ground almost violently, hardly letting you take a second to stand and gain your footing before nolan’s knee is pushing up between your legs, pressing it into your crotch while he stared down on you, face twisted up in disgust at you and your weak form. he could feel your wetness seeping onto his trousers, his eyebrows furrowing in a sudden anger, “you’re being messy. do i have to beat manners into you?” he asked, you shook your head in response.

“c-can’t-.. sorry, can’t help it..-“ you apologise, thinking about how you’d have a black eye by tomorrow if he kept slapping you so hard like that. you flinched again when he raised his hand up once more, though relaxed as you realised he hadn’t hit you this time. you sighed in relief before the impact, the harsh sting of his large palm against your face sending your head spinning and vision sparkling, a faint dizziness taking over you as your ears rang momentarily, soft and inefficient protests bubbling out of your bruised lips, blood slowly building up at the corner of your mouth.

he drops you and you crumple up onto the floor like a piece of paper, rubbing your neck and looking up at the large male that towered over you with his fists clenched, fearing that if you even breathed wrong he’d start punching you in your skull. some strange part about it made your hips gyrate ever so slightly, bringing a familiar twisting heat to your stomach and face. you were a fool to think nolan didn’t notice, he saw damn near everything you did whether big or small.

you’re such a crybaby, sobbing heavily with pained pleasure as he bounces you up and down in his lap, landing firm slaps to your ass every time you took him all the way to the base which made you jump up, sending shivers up your spine. your cunt stretched around his thick cock, so heavy that it curved downwards with the weight, thick veins throbbing. SLAP! “ow- owww..-!” you mewl, your head pulled back as he tugs on your hair harshly with his hips bouncing you up and down, small clapping sounds coming from the way your fleshy ass met his firm and muscled thighs.

he shoves his fingers into your mouth, coating his digits in your saliva as you stay moving in his lap, light squeal coming from you when he started flicking your hard clit, lubing it up with your own saliva, “ha, disgusting. so weak a mere stroke could be able to make you dissolve.” he notes, landing a light slap to your cunt with his cock still stretching you out painfully. his hand reels back a little more, tapping your pussy lightly. you can’t help but let drawn out moans slip from your lips hoping he hadn’t heard you.

“was that good? you don’t want it there, hm? don’t tell me how to treat you, pet.” nolan growls into your ear as he shoves his thumb deeper into your mouth which almost made you gag, pulling it out to circle the rim of your asshole before he presses into the tight ring of muscle, taking pleasure in the way you let out a high pitched squeal which inspired him to fuck you with your own underwear in your mouth, maybe with duct tape across your face and binding your limbs to keep you from wigging around and screaming like a little bitch.

[inkykeiji]

DAZAI AKU AND READER DYNAMIC AGAIN 😧 not a request but i’m wondering how dazai would punish aku and if reader would be involved like forcing aku to watch as he touches them or only allowing aku to eat the come from readers 🐱 after he nuts in it. 🥱

anonnnn thank u so much for this i have SO much to say oh my gosh

tw: mentions of caning + physical assault, daddy kink, overstimulation, noncon, cuckholding kinda???, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, toxic relationships, cum eating, honestly Daddy dazai is just brutal. 

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SO! the punishment that i had in mind at the end of that piece specifically was actually purely physical—it was caning! really fucking brutal caning that borders on physical assault. i’m not gonna talk about it much tho because HEHE between u and i, i am currently writing a lil piece that deals with like,,, the aftermath??? and the punishment itself is kinda gotten into in that oneshot so c: 

BUT I LOVE BOTH OF THESE IDEAS SOOOOO MUCH and i could totally see Daddy dazai definitely using either of these as punishment so let’s get into that because i have many Thoughts!!! 

okay first of all forcing akutagawa to eat reader out only after dazai has cum in her/you is so sick and sadistic i love it SO much oh my goddd especially since you know he’d be more than eager to do it, to please Daddy, to receive that precious praise dazai is so goddamn stingy with giving him. so he’d be so fucking enthusiastic as he sucks and slurps Daddy’s thick cream from your cunt, making a real mess of his face, cheeks and chin glistening oh-so-prettily with your and Daddy’s combined essence, tongue unfurling from his mouth to clumsily lick at his own stained skin, anywhere and everywhere he can possibly reach, slick muscle flexing as he stretches it as far as he can, desperate not to waste a single drop. 

and he’s holding your thighs open with such force that his fingertips are sinking into your flesh, nails carving deep crescents in their place, bruises blossoming beneath his grip, sowed deep in the tissues. your muscles ache from how unbelievably wide he’s stretched them, but he won’t let you close them, won’t even allow you a moment of rest at all, a man on a mission—your comfort doesn’t fucking matter, not when Daddy has a demand that needs to be fulfilled.

he eats you out until you’re fucking spotless, not a single ounce of Daddy’s cum anywhere, not even splattered on your inner thighs, because akutagawa, good boy that he is, sopped that up with his tongue, too. he’s almost obsessive with it, eating you until you cum again, until he’s sure your juices have flushed every last bit of Daddy from your body and into akutagawa’s tummy, safe and sound and where it should be. he’ll get in trouble for that, too, of course—you were never supposed to cum, he was never supposed to make that happen, and it’ll be his fault for allowing it, for procuring it, no matter how he tries to spin it. he knows better to argue with Daddy once Daddy’s made up his mind, but he just can’t seem to help it when it comes to situations involving you, whiny complaints spilling from his lips before his brain can even sift through them, voice stringy and thin as he cries about how it isn’t fair! and she should’ve stopped it herself! and it isn’t his fault she can’t control herself! 

at the end of it all, though, he’s proud of himself irregardless, proud of the stellar job he did eating you clean. and even though he scolds him callously, Daddy’s proud of him, too <3

ON THE OTHER HAND, i also really love the idea of Daddy dazai fucking reader over and over and over again and not only making akutagawa watch but also instructing akutagawa to not touch himself at all, in any way (and yes, this includes not shifting and twitching his hips up, rolling them into the air in tiny, pathetic little motions so the head of his cock grinds against the tight denim of his jeans). i love it, because it’s a double whammy in so many ways: in addition to the obvious, he also has to watch as his Daddy fucks the favourite, he has to watch as his Daddy plays with his toy, feeling left out and neglected and lonely. he has to watch as Daddy pushes his toy well past the point of pleasure and into a whole ton of pain, easily reminding akutagawa in that infuriatingly charming, slightly breathless voice that your pain is his fault (v touya-nii of him LMAO).

at first, he acts as if he doesn’t care, and he tells Daddy so, the words spit from his lips with such derision it sours his face, features screwed up tightly. it doesn’t matter to him, he says. he doesn’t give a fuck if she’s in pain, he swears. 

except by the third orgasm you’re sobbing out his name, dainty fingers grappling for him in cute little claws that scratch at the mattress in their haste and leave little divots in their wake, sheets ripping audibly, and ryuu! ryuu, ryuu, it hurts, make Daddy stop! 

but this, this pure emotional torment, is a part of his punishment, too, he realizes. 

because then Daddy’s shushing you, gentle and sweet and all of the things he never is with akutagawa, large palms cushioning your sweaty cheeks as he murmurs to you, voice silk and syrup. 

you can do it for Daddy, can’t you, sweetheart? you can cum one more for me, right? you want to be good for me, don’t you? 

and that hurts, too. watching Daddy be so fucking nice to you, watching daddy dole out praise to you the way he doles out punishment to akutagawa. it isn’t until dazai’s sure he’s fully broken akutagawa in every conceivable way that he finally stops, takes the shivering, snivelling man into his arms and onto his lap, akutagawa’s chest shuddering beneath the force of the sobs he keeps trying so desperately to shove down, long lashes scraggly and weighted with fat tears.

you did good, baby, he’s whispering as slim fingers pop the button of akutagawa’s jeans, hand wiggling beneath the material to pull his cock free a moment later. Daddy’s good baby boy, so precious, so fucking pathetic, aren’t you?

yes, yes, yes, he’s sobbing into dazai’s neck as Daddy strokes his aching cock, hard and fast right at the top, thumb grinding little circles into the slit. his words are nothing more than tangles of spit oozing all over Daddy’s skin as they leak, uncontrollably so, from his lips, but that’s alright, Daddy doesn’t mind the mess today, humming out condescending coos into inky strands as he encourages akutagawa to cum all over Daddy’s fist.

and, oh, he’s so fucking hopeless for his Daddy, cumming after a mere three pulls of his cock, thick and sticky and so much, it’s so much for such a skinny boy, almost embarrassingly, disgustingly so, don’t you think ryuu-kun? 

of course. of course it is; he’s disgusting and deplorable and so fucking desperate, but he did it; he’s Daddy’s good boy, and that’s all that matters <3 

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴

description: In which dagný's girlfriend surprises her with a sudden move and wonders how she didn't pick up on all the hints previously

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dagný brynjarsdóttir x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously, i am in no way saying Dagny is bi-sexual!

warnings: language, bad google translation, cuteness and so much fluff - so much

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blue has always been my colour, who knew claret was too?

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i'm a lucky woman

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I am luckier baby

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child of mine!

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of ours

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of ours, apologies baby

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username5: Alex called y/n mother and y/n called her 'child of mine' and dagny corrected her saying 'of ours' and y/n responded with 'of ours of sorry baby!'

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y/n hammer time!

(Vil taka það fram að ég á mjög erfitt með að vera DIY kærasta.)

(Would like to point out I am very much struggling being a DIY girlfriend.)

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username1: I love her so much 🥺🥺

username2: I am loving all of her west ham puns atm!! 😂

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username3: RIGHT?! but they are making me wonder...

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username4: omg do you think?? 😶😶

username5: HAHAHAHA

dagnybrynjars: þú gerðir frábært starf elskan! ❤️

you did a wonderful job baby!

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y/n: Ég grét þrisvar og fékk mér tveggja tíma lúr - bölvaðu aukaæfingunni þinni! Elska þig tho! ❤️

I cried three times and had a two hour nap - curse your extra training session! love you tho!

mackenziearnold: DIY SOS - proud of you!

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y/n: awwww thanks Mac! ☺️

hawacissoko23: Go on y/n!! Stick it to the mrs! 👏

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y/n: no ring no Mrs ! 🤷‍♀️

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kirstysmith.11: @dagnybrynjars

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dagnybrynjars: not mrs yet... 😏

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Dagny waited for their new arrivals with the rest of the girls, some of them were passing a ball between them while Dagny watched her phone, confused her girlfriend hadn't texted her.

A vibration makes the skipper look down and Dagny sighs when she sees it is just a new post from West Ham women, welcoming their new signing.

Flicking her phone open, Dagny lets out a call of shock at her girlfriend's face staring back at her, Mackenzie laughs, having known about the transfer and spins her skipper to face her girlfriend.

y/n was lent against the tunnel entrance, the new signings of Riko already talking to others with her translator. y/n looked fantastic in the hammer's shirt and Dagny could feel the breath leave her.

How hadn't she known, how hadn't she'd guessed? All the hints obvious now, her Hammer puns, her change in colour for her wardrobe.

"Ertu búin að ná þér, ástin mín?" y/n asked her girlfriend with a chuckle.

caught up have you, my love?

"Ég er þvílíkur hálfviti." Dagny gasps.

I am such an idiot

"Hálfvitinn minn." y/n hums making Dagny smile softly.

my idiot

The skipper sighs at her girlfriend and moves forward the two meeting in a soft kiss, still aware they were in public. The sound of gagging echoes.

The two pull away and turn to the team who are all mock gagging and y/n rolls her eyes before Mackenzie grins widely and runs at her happily.

"Macca!" y/n laughs as the woman scoops her up tightly and spins.

"Skipper's mrs!" Mackenzie yells and there is an echo of laughter.

"No ring no mrs!" y/n yells back as she is finally placed back on her feet the rest of the team coming to greet her.

Dagny only smiles softly at her lover before the group are called away ready for training.

"You're here." Dagny hums as she takes her girlfriend's hand softly.

"I'm here." y/n reassures as they join the group.

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y/n think she finally caught on...

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username1: COME ON YOU IRONS ⚒️⚒️⚒️

username2: so excited to have her omggggg!!!

username3: allll the puns make sense now! 😂

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username4: how did we not see the hints???? 🤨

dagnybrynjars: Took me a while, but I'm there!

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dagnybrynjars she does look good in claret

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username5: I miss her already (everton fan here!) 😭

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username6: I know she was so lovely and so good! We are going to go down without her! 😭

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username7: she's a snake for leaving Everton honestly 🖕🖕

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username8: why???? because she wanted to be with her girlfriend of 8 years? because she was offered a massive contract with West Ham for great money and better exposure?? She gave six years to Everton, she is allowed to move! 🙄

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love this woman

AND LOVE THIS FCKING TEAM xoxox

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Queenie xx

[p-receh]

Since my previous posts talked about elementals. I want to write an essay about them from my perspective and possible theories and headcanon I gathered so far. It might not be accurate so fill me in if you want to add or correct some of it. I love open discussion ^^

I've seen some people thought that in the early season, all elementals had not have characteristics but changed after Halilintar's incident.

Boboiboy's emotions under circumstances not only triggered the true self of available elementals, but it also awakened the other elemental powers as well(hence how the rest 4 were born) like what anon said here.

This is gonna be looooong ted talk so I have to spilt this in two parts!

What I want to talk about is how interesting their character development throughout the series. Starting with the original trio!

(That 3rd picture lasted for a few minutes... I didn't even notice their communication at first. :'()

Their development was that drastic in the youth era. The unstoppable "the fun, the serious and the tough one"(edit: more like, "The Striker, Tacklerer, and The Goal Keeper in soccer terms. Don't ask why I thought about this a lot) which sparks Boboiboy as the hero of Pulau Rintis. But, it's starting to decrease during Galaxy onwards.

I know I know they need to blend with the others as well. (They got most of the screen time in every series after all). I already talked about it here.

(People say this year indirectly the reunion of this trio I guess? Windara and Gentaraju animated arc? ...

but... aaah well... my head's spinning right now >_<)

Halilintar/Thunderstorm.

What more to say about this person? haha, I've already talked about it from anon in the first link I put on before and this one.

But still, from the very first moment he arrived till today, I am almost certain my hypothesis then and now is coming true. Being just created as "the cool, serious" side of Boboiboy, This 'talk less, do slash more' guy unknowingly becomes the tsundere eldest due to his tragic incident.

He is such a supportive person behind that murder mask. Seeing rare moments that he actually cares for others whenever he can is an absolute miracle. God, the season 2 comic and Sori continuingly showed his soft side from youth era. wtf my 12-year-old me is screaming right now! aaarghh! :3

(But that face in ep 5 when he's strangled lmaooooo X'D)

Taufan/Cyclone

One of my favorite things that I know about him is he enjoys whenever he's out. He truly loves all the thrilling fights, if not get the vibe, he instantly goes into a bad mood. Every poster I saw about him, always with his smile and never faded. That's why I was shocked when I saw his decision in Windara's arc. Finally, the man he always wanted to be, bravely giving it all in one v one fight. I'm so proud of him! T^T

His easygoing attitude reminds me of a certain hedgehog I knew hehe...both resemble the wind itself right? :] (I need to draw them in June)

Leading the Troublemaker trio is always fun to watch. And the fact that he looks at Hali as his role model is really cute! Despite him and Hali being the first two elements who had civil fights before, a bit sad these two are independent on their own from Galaxy onwards :'(

Gempa/Quake

Gempa got me confirmation that he is the leader of the elementals from the very first fight till now. I can see why he has the closest resemblance to Boboiboy himself (hence the hat position :] ).

To be fair, Gempa is the only elemental that I see no difference with Boboiboy. And with being one of the strongest elementals(with embedded two giant stone hands), he sure is a low-profile person and easily blends with other elementals. Now I know why he gets the title "Mama Gempa". He is unknowingly taking too much care of every elementals like a family ^^)' .

Even tho he's the last power to be introduced(in this trio) and sometimes people see him as a lone wolf in the group, he's natural at giving orders. The others actually listen to him and get scolded if they messed up! Like how parents do! X'D

How about the Temper Duo?

(Why monsta didn't put this dialog to Sori? :''(( )

How fitting the theme song of movie 2 titled Fire and water as well? Hehe.

Being the first two powers to be fused(the coolest name, "Frostfire" :} ), these two are what most people like to call "The polar opposites". The ones that used two hoodies in the youth era(except now only Ice wears it), the ones that had back-to-back introductions (exactly after Fire arrived, water showed up in the next episode, Galaxy season 1 also showcased the exact same pattern), the only two powers survived in movie 2, and even their own original masters lived in the same planet.

I'd say if these elementals do be brothers, these two were most likely born twins. (I know I may be late to this headcanon but hey why not? :/)

Blaze

The gremlin boi who got more screentime in sori than his partner. I absolutely adore this boy in Galaxy onwards. His wild and reckless traits are always the main attraction whenever I watch his combat style. I still think since season 3 and movie 1 He should've gotten a brass knuckle type as a weapon than the fire disc. He's a close combat brawler, right?

Anyway, he might be the one who hasn't changed much since his youth until now. In fact, I'd say he is a pretty consistent character from the start. Only gets wilder and cheekier to his fellow elementals tehee~. But that's the beauty of having a friend like Blaze. If done right, Blaze could shock you with his kindness and care deeply for others. Just like how he did with Duri once he accidentally broke Duri's plant in one of Boboiboy's official posts. (Sori ep 3 and comic made my day lmao)

Ais/Ice

If I can relate to one elemental, I choose Ice. He likes to eat yet is frightened to get fat like he did in his youth era; a very sleepy person; also an introverted person but he is confident when surrounded by his closest circle. And most of my friends are usually the Blaze type. So I can understand how to handle that person ^^)'

Ehem. Ice's first tier, Air/Water, got me confused at first. Mainly how he summons his power. Somehow Ice fixed that issue. Making his right arm purely made of ice is genius. My headcanon is every weapon or power he uses comes from his right arm. His cannon comes from his right arm, the same as the bow & arrow one. Even so, many scenes contradict that(Boboiboy is an ambidextrous guy).

Can I say I'm glad from Galaxy onwards he's a bit more open than in his youth era or just me? This doesn't count during the transition mode. All I see now is that he showed more emotions than Hali. (Also whoever decided Ice's tears become snowflakes, I salute you sir)

Last but not least! The Photosynthesis duo!

(I talk about this scene before but holy shit this scene is always mesmerizing to watch)

Duri and Solar were also made me adore them if not because of season 2 & Sori. Okay, I have to confess first to avoid misconception:

I was disappointed when Duri and Solar showed up in movie 1.

My selfish youth still took some time to get used to with Fire and Water in season 3. And all I think was negative reactions when Duri and Solar showed up. That's... also the reason why I went on hiatus.

Luckily, hence the word "was" I put it there.

I'm very grateful that they reset his watch back to start, so then they can at least make a proper debut with both Duri and Solar in Galaxy series. I much prefer that method. (That last episode was truly huge, I'm shocked they went that grand)

Therefore, Sori could continue to make the audience know better about these two! Pretty creative I'd say! I can see why the last three episodes are fan favorites. Me personally love eps 5 & 6.

Duri/Thorn

The most unique symbol to draw to, Duri truly shines in galaxy 2 comic and Sori. His debut in galaxy 1--oh wait, in Eid Fitri's short video after movie 1 made me confused with Taufan at first. Even though he's got more screen time than Solar, Duri still surprised people with the recent series. Who knew his childish and clumsy features could do unverbal damage to enemies by his words? Count me in! He might not do that to his friends and families, but he will delightedly do so with Solar :D

And thanks to Sori, I can now differentiate between Taufan and Duri more clearly. His design in Sori especially the last three is my fav. I love what Monsta did the effects on his arms. Since he doesn't has a signature weapon, they create a 2D flash-winded green leaf around his arm like a coil. That is a very cute detail for Duri.

A bit surprised when every elemental went to serious mode in Windara's arc, only Duri still managed to find fun in the battle. Heck even Taufan dropped his smile during that.

Solar

Being the trump card of the group, I can see why he is the last elemental to be introduced, both in movie 1 and galaxy series. The hardest one to obtain his 2nd tier that requires proper research and pure luck, Solar's traits are also what makes him interesting. To be honest I didn't expect his characteristic to be like this, at all. And somehow very matched with his design and attack as well. Every aspect is strangely in synch I'm astonished. (Adding a visor to his 2nd tier is uhh *chef's kiss B=) )

Also, I love that his attacks use his finger that's also kinda easter egg of the famous "Ray Gun!" shot attack from Yu Yu Hakusho(look it up, there's a live-action ver if you want to know the short ver of the series. The anime itself is legendary to all weebs out there).

Regardless of his limited screentime in every series. I'm very much grateful Monsta treats him equally. His timing in Sori is exceptional and his popularization bursting successfully. My only hope he didn't get cut in Windara and let all elementals showed up. When was the last time Boboiboy did that without splitting to 7?....

... Well if you count heptasplit part, the last time he did that was in Movie 1. That's 9 years ago.

Now we're done here? Nice! Onto the theory part in reblog!

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ITS 💌 ANON!! as per usual i come to you with a headcanon at ungodly hours of the night in my time. i’ve been playing too much honkai star rail…BUT!! fluff and angst combo again 🏃 ure the best :(( pls don’t follow my example and get proper rest !! thanks for always being cool hehe

Dottore making a medicine that actually does work!! you can move around like normal, no longer as tired, and ofcourse- Dottore is thrilled. He’s done it, he kisses them and he takes reader everywhere, every single place he wanted to- he checked everything, they were fine…until suddenly, they fainted and he basically finds out that the medicine could only make everything good for a short amount of time before putting reader in the most excruciating pain possible after, so sadly, zandik curses himself and gets back to work :(( he dosent care about the sacrifices, he dosent care what he has to give and what gets taken away as long as you don’t. He’s a committed man and he’s committed for until after life. Literally will reincarnate with you if he can because he will *not* let go.

TO THE FLUFF THOUGH! zandik taking atleast 1 hour everyday to do something that you like because he realizes that you miss him (and he misses you too). At first he was wary because he wanted to ensure that he could get you cured as soon as possible, but he couldn’t handle it if you were all sad and gloomy either. He didn’t want you to think of yourself as a burden and god forbid, you try to leave again (referring to that one ask where reader leaves bc they feel like a burden,, in feel like he’s be so damn scared…even if he won’t admit it). So reading you a book? sure, just be prepared for many side comments if it’s some cheesy romance novel or him reading a textbook. Drawing? hell, he’ll draw an anatomical heart with you holding it! Cuddling? he’ll wrap you up in his fluffy coat and hug you as much as you want.

- 💌 anon

AWW ILYY 💌 ANON!! Hehe I am trying my best to go to sleep earlier... it's a work in progress. Also i feel you on the HSR brainrot but I'm TBL 57, have no good artifacts since I haven't farmed, and stuck on the deer boss fight 💀 i gotta get on the grind soon 😫🫠 But you better get proper rest too!!! Or else- 💖💖

NOOO THE FLUFF GETS IMMEDIATELY WIPED AWAY TO ANGST- I can't imagine the sheer happiness you two would feel. Reader, of course, would be absolutely elated and very plainly show how delighted they are. You're running, hopping, Dottore even twirls you around and you do a pretty little spin as you fall back into his arms. You're so happy, you haven't smiled or laughed this much in ages. Dottore, as usual, doesn't show nearly as much emotion as you, but don't let that fool you. Internally, he's feeling something he has never felt before, so foreign that normally he'd be trying to get rid of it but this time he knows exactly why he's having this feeling. Thrilled, excited, proud, enthusiastic, words that could not even begin to fully describe this feeling. Centuries of work finally paid off, never to have to be repeated again. To see you so purely happy, makes him look forward to things going back to how they once were. Oh, how much fun you'd have joining him as his assistant again. The whole atmosphere and feelings of the clones in the lab are in sync for once.

Except... it all comes crashing down. Literally. When you collapse in his arms with ragged breaths, skin searing to the touch, actual tears begin to form from how badly it hurts. Immediately the mood from early deflates as he rushes to get you back to normal and ease your suffering </3 To have something he desires right in his hands, just to be snatched away from him with no warning is something he's never experienced before. He is a scholar, possibly one of the most intelligent beings in Teyvat. Such a thing shouldn't have happened to him. But it did, and he has to start over. He probably killed some people to blow off steam. No remorse. Just anger.

Sigh sigh I LOVE THIS SM. Normally, he'd scoff if it was any other activity. Especially when it's boring meetings. A whole hour? For nonsense? He finds it meaningless. His 24 hours are spent doing important things. Important things being research, experiments, notes... and you, of course. You're right, when Dottore has a goal or something he wants to reach, he just throws himself into it. No breaks, nothing, he just wants to make progress, progress, progress. Especially when it's you on the line. He'll refuse any and all contact. But he's come to realize your state deteriorates even more if your needs are not met by him. Not to mention the clones are sending messages to each other internally about how sad you are, which he decides he overhears way too frequently </3 So he knows he has to put a stop into it. (And yes, that ask was sad as hell, I still think about it 😭🥺)

Love how we agree he's a pro at drawing anatomical stuff hehe. You cut out the hearts he draws and put them on your walls or something ;( And also AHHHH THE FLUFFY COAT CUDDLING... No words can describe how much I love that scenario. It's so cute to think about both of you wearing it at the same time... you're on his lap, he's wearing the coat but it's swallowing your whole body up anyway since it's wrapped around, the fluff tickling your face!! <3 The book is in your hand, you both take turns reading it but Dottore interrupts whenever something dumb is said or done. Oh.. but you end up falling asleep since his voice is so relaxing and his chest is so comfy..

Ughhh eternal lovers with Dottore is hitting me right now ;( Especially when you talked about his commitment... hell yes this crazy doctor will not bat an eye at anyone else besides you it doesn't matter how long it's been. For you he has no limits. He always be intrigued and into this person who managed to worm their way into his cruel cold heart...

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Warning(s)/info: Post final battle, Zeno is @kimetsu-chan’s oc, and Kitari is my oc

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Zeno and Kitari are unconscious and he’s holding her in his arms tightly as the cure is injected into her body.

Her skin brightens up and her freckles become brown, her hair turns black.

A few days later, Kitari wakes up and sees Zeno at her side holding her hand in his warm hands.

Her eyes are now a beautiful shade of light blue.

Zeno’s expression brightens up the moment he sees his sweetheart awake.

He had woken up a few hours before Kitari did, yet it felt like forever as he stayed by her side.

“Tari, you’re awake!” He exclaims as he gently hugs her.

She smiles and gently hugs him back. “A-are you feeling ok, love..?” He smiles softly.

“Yes, sweetheart..” He softly kisses her forehead. “What about you?”

“M-mhm..” He gently lifts her into his lap then kisses her lips.

“I love you my lovely..” He says softly as he gently strokes her cheek with his thumb.

“I-I love you t-too…” She squeaks out shyly and he chuckles at how adorable she is.

~time skip~

After they’re both fully recovered, Zeno carries Kitari bridal style to their shared house.

Kitari has been struggling to get used to being a human again so Zeno is going to help her out.

“I know it’s been awhile since you last ate human food so how about we start off small?” He suggests as he gently lays her down on the couch.

She nods shyly, making Zeno smile softly as he leans down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

With Zeno’s help and guidance, Kitari is able to get used to being a human again.

“I’m so proud of you babe, you’ve done so well..” Zeno says then chuckles softly at how flustered she got when he called her babe.

“Th-thank you my love..” He blushes and smiles then pulls something out of his haori sleeve.

“I-…I uhm… I got you something and made you something…” He hands a very beautiful light blue haori to her and she gasps and smiles brightly before hugging him.

After hugging her back with a smile he takes her hands in his before leading her to a beautiful place near his house, it’s the flower field where they first met.

Kitari gasps softly as she looks around at the beautiful and serene surroundings.

She turns to look at Zeno then sees he’s down on one knee, holding a ring in one hand and Kitari’s hand in the other.

“Z-Zen-?” He cuts her off. “Tari.. I knew from the moment we met that you were special.. I knew you were different and that I just had to talk to you more.. I am so glad I was able to stop you before you could leave, because I have gotten to know the most amazing, beautiful, sweet, and adorable girl in the whole world.. That’s you my lovely.. So.. Kitari Melina, w-will you marry me..?” As he talks he starts to get shyer and shyer, starting to second guess himself. What if she isn’t ready yet?

Zeno locks eyes with Kitari and there are tears in her wide eyes. “Y-yes, of course I’ll marry you!” She exclaims excitedly and he smiles brightly as he slips the ring onto Kitari’s finger then scoops her up into his arms before spinning her around joyfully as both of their laughter fills the air.

“I love you so much Tari!” Zeno exclaims through happy tears then kisses her lips.

“I love you so much too!” Kitari exclaims after they pull away from the kiss.

~the end~

hehe, hope you like that ending Kimmie:3

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Fanfic asks! 3, 12, 25, 34, 36, 49, 57 (I realized I wanted to ask ALL of the questions, so feel free to answer only a couple of these if this is too much lol)

HEHE YAY THANK YOU FRIEND <3

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

I am very much in the camp of "if I tell anyone about this story it'll think that it was already told and then die." So I have better luck not telling people about the fic ideas in detail until it is written out. I like for those to read it to have an authentic experience of seeing it for the first time without already knowing what's going to happen next, although I will sometimes drop hints :)

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

I do prefer to outline my fics, but they're quite barebones to the point where I don't think someone on the outside, if they looked at it, would really know what I meant by them, but I do. I use singular or code words, and I sometimes stray! I had the habit of deleting outlines as I went, but since writing for Link Click have tried to keep them around just to look back and reminisce. Because once I write the outline, if I stray from it, I tend not to write that into the outline and just know it in my head, or I'll re-outline at the bottom of the doc. Here's an example of part of the outline of the first chapter of spinning silk and how bare bones it is:

25) What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

The writing, the writing, the writing. Oh, I love the writing. I love seeing it all come together, I love finding words and connections and motifs that I wouldn't have while I was planning, because something about the writing process and being in the moment makes the synapses click. I love discovering the story for the first time, and then making it better. I love reaching those character moments and emotional catharses. Oh, I love it.

34) How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

I like to think that all writers draw from a real and deep well of their inner being when tey write the stories that mean most to them, whether it's happening-truth or story-truth. That is to say, sometimes I will draw from real life of what has externally happened to me--events, moments, places, anecdotes, etc. And then there's also the story-truth--maybe I didn't go through X thing as the character is, but the emotions that fueled how I wrote their reaction may have come from a real place, albeit in a different context. I think I always write with the latter. It's hard for me not to.

As for the former, yes, but I think in ways only I can tell. Not usually one for one, but if you notice a specific detail come up more than once across stories, it's possibly drawing from a significant memory. Also, I always think about how much my sister shows up in my writing. Basically every moment or story that is about love, she's there.

36) What fic are you proudest of?

courage of stars (Link Click), hands down. I think that's the hardest I ever worked on a fic, and I'm so, so grateful for the journey and the way it turned out. I'm really excited for people to keep reading it and I am so hoping you guys like it. It was the story that, when I first thought of it, I thought over and over to myself, Gosh, can I pull this off? Can I? My first time tackling mystery, as well as being able to write the kind of story I've so longed to write in my life as a writer. Tying to the previous question, I've always wanted to write a magic realism fic about a place and family history so dear and close to my heart. I always wanted to write a story that reflects love. Getting to do that with this fic has been such a blessing and a gift.

I'm also really proud of spinning silk (Link Click), greater love has no one than this (Trigun Stampede), here be dragons (1917), Lovable (Avatar: The Last Airbender), and May you bury me (Avengers). The thing about the latter fic is that it's incomplete, and I admit I can't make promises whether I will update it anytime soon. But man, that fic really fought its way through. But for all of these stories, they're multichapter fics (and we all know how hard it can be to finish or tackle those!) that I genuinely would pray and thank God like thank you for letting me have the joy of storytelling through these stories. Thank you for letting me partake in a reflection of the beauty of creation. I guess that's sappy but that's how these stories have kind of been set apart from the other fics I've written. Deep gratitude.

With that definition, also want to shout out Seven Pieces of Chalk, where the gratitude runs deep. I would say I’m proud of it but I don’t even think pride is the right word. I can’t believe it exists. I’m so grateful it does and that I got to help it do so. I’m still blown away by its effect. I don’t quite believe it was me, in a way. I was a teenybopper at the time after all.

49) What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

Gosh that's a great question. I don't know?? I've written fic probably for longer than some of my readers have been alive lol (I'm in my late twenties) so I feel like my writing has evolved throughout time. What introduces me today might not introduce me tomorrow or yesterday, you know? That being said, I kind of want to say Lovable (Avatar the Last Airbender). Just based on vibes.

57) How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

I'm honestly pretty conscious about it. That's why I get so excited when people in the comments mention what they notice, or a detail that is slipped into the narrative that, little do they know, is going to become important later. It makes me so very excited. Also, I love a good callback and bookend. That being said, I still have moments where a reader makes a clever connection I didn't notice!

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Made some actual progress again! Been having a blast with the game but I'm also constantly waiting for everything to fall apart! hehe :3 I am in agony just thinking about it

Lots of interesting Kiryu stuff going on. This man is occupying a vast majority of my mental space right now. I'm putting him in a petri dish and observing him with a microscope in my mind. HUGE stream-of-thought thingie about him right at the start.

Edit: No, like 90% of this is just my incoherent Kiryu thoughts. You've been warned.

I actually kinda sorta found myself agreeing with Tsuneo(???) here a little bit.

Kiryu has this weird.... thought pattern about his relationship to Tojo. It's really fascinating to me. On one hand he vehemently denies having any proper association with Tojo at this point and claims he doesn't care what's done to it because he's a civilian. But then he turns around and says that doing XYZ would be betrayal to the clan and he'd be acting without the chairman's permission. And keeps dragging his ass back to these crises even though he "parted ways with the Tojo Clan. I'm a civilian".

He could just say he'd be going against his friends' wishes or that he doesn't want to be involved with the Tojo clan by taking action as the Dragon of Dojima, but no. He talks like he's still in the clan, still yakuza.

I was spinning this whole conversation in my mind like a rotisserie chicken until... I remembered him saying this in Y5:

So it feels like... despite him constantly telling people he's a civilian, he still feels like he owes the Tojo his loyalty. Because he will never truly be completely out of that life - out of the Clan - because he'll "always be yakuza".

Could also just be his loyalty to Daigo speaking here, but... why would he still be talking about betraying the Clan itself?

He tries to justify/explain his conflicting behavior here with it all being a part of "finding out the truth about Haruka's accident". It's definitely a MAJOR part of it, but I don't buy it being the ONLY reason. He doesn't want to see Tojo fall, no matter how much he claims he doesn't really care.

Kiryu also has very strong feelings about what being Yakuza truly is. He gets... peeved when someone behaves in a way that's against his values in that regard or talks about that life in a way he doesn't like. For example, saying this when faced with a claim that the tattoos are a relic of a past and only get in the way of profits:

Despite him not being proud of having been Yakuza or his actions during that time, he seems to still have... maybe not reverence, but respect/pride for the (old school version of) lifestyle in a way. And he doesn't like it when people don't behave respectfully towards it. I know being Yakuza was a defining part of his life for a long time, but this is a level of... emotional dedication I wouldn't expect from someone who truly doesn't feel like they're still living that life at all. What an interesting guy.

Very eager to see this conversation. Lo looks very intimidating and smart. Definitely feel a Kiryu assassination attempt coming even though he said it's "just the two of us". It's never true when someone says that.

>Someya: says Kiryu Kazuma is a relic of the past, an old man with no influence. Someone with no value to the Tojo clan at all.

>Someone else: calls Kiryu a 'washed-up has been'

> Live Someya reaction:

Like??? WHAT'S HIS DEAL? He's so strange!! I thought I had a good read on him but not anymore. First he insults Kiryu to his face at HQ, but then he goes apeshit when someone else talks bad about Kiryu. What a guy.

[bulletproofscales]

Hey there, hope you’re well! Love your work, it’s amazing. Hope you don’t mind me asking, but was really interested in how you started writing BTS wg fics and which member of youe favourite to write about? always love your work and excited for whatever comes next :)

omg hiii!! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ first of all, thank you soso much for the support?!!?!? it always makes me happy to see likes/reblogs/ao3 comments from blogs i recognize (ಥ﹏ಥ) and this ask,,, youre making my day.

i got inot a ramble so ill put one of these hehe sorry (ง ื▿ ื)ว

i dont mind the question at all!! even if i was a deep lurker in feedism communities of most of my fandoms. looking "chubby draco malfoy " into google images since 2012 (￣▽￣*)ゞ and later religiously following wg-writers of whatever fandom i migrated through. i would always send so many asks, and when i got into BTS i was older, and properly aware of what feedism was, and actively looking for it on tumblr. back then it was a handful of people with now deactivated blogs and @bangtanstummies (who as im writing this blog see has a deactivated blog as well :,) , i swear going through my dms is like going through a cementary) . i try to stay in touch with as many of the people now as i can!! but everyone will know im the suckiest at texts (@cookiesuga55 will know ) but id love to chat more and be more present

anyway back to the community in 2018, i really loved their stuff, and i felt like there was still room to add new ideas (which was hard in a fandom with as much fanficiton as BTS's) , thats what inspired to make my blog!! back then it was claled bangtangchub, and i didnt know how to activate my asks, bangtanstummies was the one to let me know and we even got into a discord all of us together!!! crazy times ( ◡‿◡ *) i remember being the oldest of the group👴 i was 15 at the time, some coudl argue it wasn't my place to be writing fetish fanfiction, maybe theyre right. but i found such a happy place in my fics. not only have i met some of my closest friends through here; (people ive met in real life!?!? ) but its helped me so much to find a safe place to explore my emotions, sexuality, and craft a hobby that was all my own. i dont think im that good of a writer, but i am really so proud of having stuck to something for so long, and having worked on it all by myself.

often times i feel like i lack the motivation to do anything with my life, and just all-around consider myself someone who lacks the strength and backbone to really do hard things. and i like to think of this blog, and my journey in it, as a place that proof i can... idk,, be good at things i worked hard on.

ANYWAY!! that was a long rant. As for the character i like writing the most about!! welli role play as jungkook almost daily! so i do feel a lot of myself in him. but i love writing all characters, over the years i really made an effort to not fall into a comfortable ship, because i really do think you could spin a wheel and whatever combination of bts members ahs their own unique loving dynamic.

as for things to come!! im working on a fic inspired by some art i saw recently by @gigichingado , jikook, im really liking how its turning out, and ofc because its me, its stretching out more and more in the build up ( _ _ ") . but i want it done over this week!! ps, i saw your obese tae requests, and i can definetly get something out after that (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

thank you for asking and giving me a place to rant!!

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ WVBA On A Snow Day ☆

hehe this is so jolly (i am writing this in the middle of august and it doesnt snow where i live)

Glass Joe

- layers and layers of thick & warm clothing, walking around with 5 layers of scarves, coats & sweaters, might as well wear the entire closet

- tried to make a snowman, it got knocked over insantly

- freezing, he is really shivering his timbers over here

- had some hot cocoa

- went iceskating, slaying it

- did some snow angels with Mr Sandman

- he doesnt tolerate the cold well but still having fun

Von Kaiser

- 2 layers of comfy & cozy clothing, the cold isnt getting to him today nuh uh

- so whimsy, so jolly, he is so thriving

- making snowmen with disco kid, ended up making a snowfamily for the snowmen and a snowdog and made them pay snowtaxes and busted their snowcaps if they didnt pay up

- worst iceskater ever but still having fun

- sitting next to a fireplace & reading a book, he looks like hes gonna tell you a bedtime story

- eating snow yum yum exquisite delicious delectable tasty

Disco Kid

- didnt wear enough layers, out here shivering like a kitten in a wet cardboard box out in the street

- made sure the snowmen paid their snowtaxes

- hes the reason why they call it iceskATEing, smoother than the ice hes skating on

- drinking iced coffee no matter the weather, -20 degrees celsius? At least his ice will last longer

- made a igloo, nobody except kaiser is invited

- fell asleep next to a fireplace like a street cat saved from the cold

King Hippo

- not going outside, ever, he doesnt handle the cold well, it isnt just a "my timbers are shivering i need a extra layer" its more of a "hypothermia is just behind the corner and i dont feel like dying"

- do not expect him to step outside, not even a foot

- drinking soup & sleeping half of the day

- Literally hibernating

- so many blankets & pillows, taking the longest nap of the world ever

Piston Hondo

- also needs a whole lot of layers, out here looking like a head of lettuce

- making really cool snow sculptures, so proud of them

- enjoying hot cocoa, wrapped up in a blanket

- snowball fight starter, he simply let the thoughts win

- keeps tripping while iceskating, has to hold on to bear hugger for dear life because he doesnt wanna faceplant into the floor

- joining kaisers snow eating, he just sat next to him & started eating snow as well

Don Flamenco

- forgot to layer up & regrets not wearing a extra coat, bull had to lend him one because he looked like he was on the verge of death

- making snow angels, keeps getting snow thrown at his face as he lays down

- put his forehead wig thing on a snowman

- sad because he forgot to take his plants inside & they died :(

- killing it while iceskating, out here spinning like a beyblade

- keeps falling asleep at weird places because cold weather + curling up in a ball really honks his shoos, ends up being carried to somewhere warm & not so inconvenient, everyones just playing a big game of "where has this bitch fallen asleep again?"

- laying down on the snow, hes just peaceful right now

Bear Hugger

- layered up decently

- he was literally born for this kind of weather

- rolled a snowball down a hill & accidentally made a small avalanche

- cold weather makes him really sleepy, unlike don flamenco he knows how to not fall in inconvenient places

- stiff as a statue while iceskating, one wrong move and hes on the floor along with hondo

- on a rocking chair next to a fireplace, christmas movie intro style

- feels kind of lonely since his fellow bears he likes to hug are hibernating (the animal ones not the gay ones smh, if i meant it like that he would be hibernating too)

- made a small scarf for his squirrel friend : )

Aran Ryan

- atrocious winter clothes, someone call the fashion police

- trips every 5 seconds while iceskating, his face is so bruised its unreal

- chucking snowballs and running away from people

- joined Sandman roll down a hill for fun, nobody spoke, nobody showed any emotions, but it was truly one of the memories of all time

- cold weather makes him energetic so hes a pain in the ass to deal with even more now

Soda Popinski

- wearing shorts & a tshirt, really good at tolerating the cold, soda popinski doesnt get hypothermia, hypothermia gets soda popinski

- also eating snow with kaiser & hondo

- tried to iceskate & chipped a tooth

- used as a human shield during the snow ball fight

- he showers in ice cold water on the daily so this doesnt inconvenience him at all

Bald Bull

- brought a extra coat because he knew don would forget to layer up & wouldnt listen to him if he reminded him

- in awe of soda popinski not being affected at all

- making huge snowballs and chucking it at aran ryan

- cold weather gets him angry & stressed a whole lot (same with any extreme weather condition) so tread carefully or this snow is gonna look like the flag of japan

- staying inside, mostly coming out when hes bored

- drinking tea & reading most of the time

- Just spinning while iceskating, cant seem to stop

Great Tiger

- has to also wear his entire closet, ends up getting sick anyway

- Just sadly staring out of the window

- making his clones play in the snow because just because he cant go doesnt mean they cant go

- drinking tea, hes so peaceful rn dont bother him

Super Macho Man

- not dressed up at all, got sick

- really pissed off he cant go out

- bitterly sitting in bed with a fever

- he is so gonna sob until hes no longer ill

Mr Sandman

- only person to tiptoe on that line between "you look like a pillow" And "you might as well go out naked" in terms of winter clothes

- Just making deformed snowmen

- suprisingly didnt fall on his face while iceskating

- he makes some killer hot chocolate

- tried to eat snow & got brainfreeze

- rolling down a hill for fun & climbing back up to do it again, with the most serious expression ever

[srasdoesthings]

[Wednesday 4:33 PM] - Wonder stage, Phoenix Wonderland :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

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Tsukasa pins and smoothens the carpet to the false balcony on one of their backdrops, slowly making way down each step of the staircase before rolling up the remaining span of fabric and attaching one of the machines Rui made to the roll. It was for the show they were to perform come next Saturday before they go on hiatus to focus on their new show.

He finds himself proud when he looks at the gadget. Rui was brilliant, coming with a way for the carpet to unfurl for when the reveal comes. It was dramatic and just wonderful, and it made Tsukasa excited for what his amazing mind would come up with for this show, given its more bombastic nature.

“Tsu-Ka-Sa-KUN!!!” Emu jumps on him from the back, locking his neck in an embrace and snuggling against him. 

“Ah- EMU!” Despite himself, Tsukasa finds himself laughing at her antics, spinning around to hear her giggle while playing up his dramatics. “I can’t breathe!”

“Yes you can, silly!” She holds him tighter, snuggling to his neck and-okay no he actually can’t breathe now-

“Emuuu” 

The girl pouts but giggles. All in good fun. She chooses to move her hold around his chest instead. “Okay, Okay, I’m sorry, Tsukasa-kun.”

He chuckles in kind, reaching to pat her head. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. Nothing I can’t handle!”

She grins, elated. “Hehe, of course! Tsukasa-kun is very strong! Hey, hey, carry me!” Emu maneuvers her way to his front, arms back to his shoulders as eyes plead with him to play along. And who was he to refuse.

With a less than audible grunt, Tsukasa grabs Emu by her waist and hoists her up, adjusting her to be comfortable. “There! How’s that?”

The girl was thrilled, hands clapping. “Amazing! Amazing! Tsukasa-kun is the best!”

“Oi, you two.” Nene walks by, arms full with a box filled with props. “We got a show to run, come on.”

“Ehhh, Nene-chan, no fun!” Emu pouts, but motions Tsukasa to set her down. 

“Yeah, no fun, Nene.” He can’t help but quip back. He walks to where she’d come from, and hefts up another prop box, carrying it backstage.

She stands by the box she sets down, waiting for him. “If you have time to talk, you have time to carry boxes, now come on.” Nene grabs him by the arm and drags him back to the box pile. Emu was carrying one now too. One by one, they return the prop boxes to storage. 

“Haaah, where’s Rui when you need him.”

“Script.” Nene reminds.

“Yeah, Kasa, he’s very busy making the magic magic story!” They were sitting on the stage now, the two girls leaning on him, the three exhausted. “Doing everything to make it all fuwaa fuwaa and bazaam!!!”

Tsukasa huffs out a laugh. “Yeah…Oh right, Nene, you’re finalizing the script right? How much is Rui making?”

The girl peeks up from between her bangs. “Rui’s just outlining major scenes and details he wants in the story, I think? Why’d you ask?”

“If we wanted to add something-”

“Eh? Do you have some ideas for the play?” Interrupting, Emu looks up at him too. Tsukasa pulls out his phone and opens his notes app.

“A few” He lets the girls read through his ideas, random things he’d typed out before bed. “It’s mostly schematics, but I wanted to run through it in case it affected the show.”

“The flying one,” Emu points out, lips jutting in a pout, confused. “Aren't we already doing that?”

“I was thinking of flying over the crowd. Make it seem more magical. By the way, do you think it would be better to have glittery or twinkling parts? I want to mimic fairy dust but am unsure of how to go about it.”

Nene “If you fall on a guest? Don’t want to cause the park any lawsuits.”

“Mm…That’s true.” 

“Still, it’s a good idea!‘ Emu smiles. “If we show it to Rui, then he can come up with something!”

“Heh, that guy would probably go “If that’s what Tsukasa-kun wishes~” Then break the laws of physics for it.” Nene perfectly imitates Rui, tilting her head just so, smiling only a little too wide, and eyes holding the tiniest bit of mischief. Emu giggles.

“He would, He would!”

“Guys.” the girls giggle and he can't help but smile, chest feeling light in the peaceful atmosphere. God he loved them. “Okay, what about the costume? Should it give a more sparkly or twinkly vibe?”

Nene pulls away for a bit, an easy smile on her face as she contemplates. Emu cocks her head to the side, cheek still pressed to his shoulder. “There’s a difference?”

“If we sparkle, then I was thinking about adding glitter or shiny fabrics so it seems normal at first but then…maybe we can shine light around it when we fly? And that can mimic the sparkling of the fairy dust. Though, it might be hard to get the lighting right, especially with how we’re meant to be flying around.”

Emu nods, going over the current plans for stage adjustments. “Mhm…We have lots of things for the construction bits, so it might add up and get too complicated…”

"Yeah. So I thought of maybe adding fairy lights into the costumes so it would twinkle. The only problem is it would make the costume bulky."

"What about lining the seams with it?" Nene traces the edge of his shirt, trying to visualize the wiring between cloth. Her brows furrow, and she sighs. "Not that great of a fix, but it's something." 

Tsukasa pinches at his sleeve edge (too lost in thought to notice Emu doing the same) and runs his fingers along the fabric. It could work. Will it be a pain? Absolutely. But it could happen. And Tsukasa was willing to make it happen. 

"Yes, that would be good." It will take a lot of trial and error, finding a way to let the light show up through the thicker fabric of his Peter costume (The Tinkerbell costume would probably be fine, as he planned for a few layers of tulle to give Emu an airy feel on stage. The light could be seen through them. He's sure… he'll have to check on that to be sure-) and the extra thickness with the seams may make it stiffer and harder to take off, which may slow him down during the monologue scene- 

But! He can push on to beat that. Maybe more or bigger openings so she could slip out of it easier? (Wait! If the seams are weighed down by the lights, won’t that affect the way it flows in the air-) No, no, he’ll figure something out! Maybe he’ll insert fishing lines to the seams too? If the hem is already uneven, maybe it’ll retain? The flowyness? (but if it doesn’t..? Agh, he’ll figure it out.)

…Does it even need to be inside the seam? Tsukasa bites his lip, trying to remember Nene’s wording. She just said line it, right? Not necessarily inside. He’s such an idiot. 

Just string along a few lights and then put it around areas with flaps. He doesn’t need to use the heavier duty string lights and he doesn't have to fiddle with the seams. He made it harder for himself for no reason!

“Tsukasa-kun?” He’s pulled out of his self-reprimanding by Emu, tugging at his sleeve. Nene looks at him in concern too, brows furrowed as she studies her expression. He went quiet for a bit, huh? 

Shaking his head, he files his solution for later. A small smile. “It’s nothing, I was just thinking about the costume, haha. Come on! We have other things to talk about. Like…” He scrolls to a different point. “Ah! Emu, this one is more of a stage thing.”

Her expression pinches slightly. Still, the girl leans over to read. “Oh! Rotatable ship?”

“Mhm. In the final moment, Peter grew older, right? We need to somehow make it so I can change, and we need to somehow include the room. So the ship would be outside for most of the show, until I sneak into the ship, take the journal and be surprised. And while I’m surprised, the ship turns and we’ll voiceover. Maybe Rui narrates Hook's diary while I change and I voice over my revelation?”

"Smart" Nene comments. A win for him. "There will be concerns about mobility though. We can't make the monologue go on for too long and rigging the ship so it can turn with ease is going to be complicated..." The girl trails off, deep in thought.

"Ah, so no then?" They can just employ curtains, that would be good too. 

Nene shakes her head though, leaning onto him more. "Nah, keep it. It'll be complicated, but we can try. You're going to give your all, it’s going to be the big moment of the play, might as well make it amazing. Besides,” She grins up at him teasingly, “It’s going to be so funny seeing you struggle to get change quickly.” 

It draws an abrupt giggle from Emu, making her hide her face against Tsukasa’s shoulder. “Hey!” He can’t help but find it funny too, though. The idea of him flailing about, trying to beat a timer. (He’ll definitely beat it! He’ll design a way to be quick!) “You’re always so mean to be, Nene” He pouts, earning a flick and an eye roll from the girl. 

Nene turns his phone towards her, scrolling through the other plans, absentmindedly biting at her lips as she reads. She hums at one of the items. “I like the idea of the screen.” 

“Ohh!” Emu stands up, jumping up and down in excitement. “That would be super duper cool! We can do cool transitions! And can make it seem much much more magical! Imagine how cool it would look at night!!!”

He smiles, happy they liked the idea. “Yeah, but there is the budget problem,” he can’t help but point out. They already were planning to go extra on costumes, and while Rui doesn’t use the budget for his inventions, they had non-negotiable props they had to commission. It can’t possibly stretch that thin. 

“I have my allowance-”

“No, Emu.” He sighs with Nene. 

“Then,” Emu smiles at them. At that moment, Tsukasa can’t help but see her in a different light. There was something in that smile. More mature, more understanding. And so, so loving. “I’ll ask for a raise in budget.” She grins at them.

“What?”.

“Raise!” She repeated. “I’m in charge of all the business stuffs, right? Then, I’ll do cool business things, make a proposal, and convince dad to let us add a screen to the stage.”

“For just one show?” He reminds.

“We can use it for future ones, too.” Nene argues. “Our shows already use a ton of technology, a screen in the backdrop would seem like a no-brainer.” 

“I guess…” 

“We really, really like it, Tsukasa-kun,” Emu stresses, with that wonderfully sweet smile. “It would be so cool! So It’s fine to try. Reach for the stars and all~” He hears, feels even, Nene huffing out a silent laugh against his shoulder. He smiles back at Emu.

“Yeah. Reach for the Stars.”

• • •

[bvckbiter]

For the Fic writing ask game: 10, 12 and 18

10 - Do you enjoy writing dialogue, expostion, or plot the most?

plot. PLOT. i am an outliner IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE because i'll literally have all these general big ideas that make sense only in a bulleted list... it's when i write to fill in the gaps with emotions and descriptions that i encounter mental roadblocks lol

12 - Is there a trope you haven't written yet but really want to?

given my inability to write anything without it suddenly sprouting an Overarching Plot, i'd really like to try and see if i can write fluff HAHAHHAHA like maybe a mortal au, no stakes meet-cute. i think i said this in a previous ask, but i love reading college AUs and i'd love to be able to write one someday hehe

18 - What is a line/scene you're really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

from 'your sweetest compromise':

When Alabaster enters, Annabeth is seated on the divan at the foot of Perseus’ bed. She’s wrapped in a large, firmly corseted dress of satin silver and black, the trademark clean look of Sthenias. Still, the iridescent pearls and gleaming white gold jewelry that drips off her ears, neck, and wrists are of the sea, of Atlantis. Her braids are piled atop her head, so intricate a maze that Alabaster’s head spins just looking at it.  Annabeth smiles at the sight of him, and for a moment, Alabaster’s the awkward, warm-faced adolescent overhearing his mother muse about his marriage prospects.  “If you’re done gawking at my wife, can you please come over here?” rings Perseus’ voice, and Alabaster rolls his eyes. The prince smiles genially at his staff. “You can leave us. Thanks.” Perseus turns to him. He’s dressed only a little better than a vagrant; this time, a waistcoat has already been thrown over his shoulders. “Do me the honor of closing me up?” “Shouldn’t it be your wife doing that for you?” Annabeth puts on an absent look on her face. “Dear me, I know nothing about men’s clothes.” Alabaster heaves a sigh, long-suffering. “Fine.”

writing this part flowed SO easily even i shocked myself lol. it's got everything i like in a scene: a good description, Emotions™️, punchy dialogue, a good snapshot of the relationship dynamics. annabeth's line in particular had me giggling, shes a hilarious especially when shes being conniving idk. also the whole trope of dressing your man up is SO indulgent but idk in the context of this scene, it works really well and i like that :3

[bittersweetresilience]

hi sunny!! what’s a line or scene (or a couple!) of yours that you find yourself thinking about? or are very proud of? 💘📝

HI AUTUMN!! you are the sweetest <3

i have a couple from omori and other fandoms i think about often but from miraculous, the first that came to mind was the scientist line from orbital departure i've talked about before. mostly because i am full of félix and émilie feelings. and in the same universe i am very emotional about a scene i haven't yet gotten to in watership down. just. yeah. bunny amélie.

if it's about quality of prose, i'd definitely say my favorite fic i've written is nothing ever stops you leaving. i really put everything i had into the reunion scene. i picked a few lines below in case the full fic is inaccessible due to content warnings.

Ornate eye feathers frame austere faces, drifts of barbules bleeding into each other, slowly spinning in a circulatory system of memory . . . The grief shocks him, a cold, familiar tide of it, hurting for relief. There’s a ghost on the piano bench, too, a hand over feverish eyes.

He sounds like he had in the bare streets of Paris, haloed by the claret red moon. The cracked stone beneath him had been the vertebrae of an exposed skeleton. His face had been young and just as open, as if he had no idea why Adrien wasn’t as happy as he was, why he didn’t understand.

Silence stretches between them, making the air feel thin, like the tissue paper crumpled on his floor. Félix looks away. Adrien breathes it in.

i'm also pleased with several lines in leave the whole world blind and the fic i wrote you, hehe

extra line from ghost félix au below the cut because it's. the ending

“Fin de la réunion,” Adrien says, and the hollow of his breath is his own answering confession, and then he is the only ghost who is left.