#but i'm more motivated now that i have a purpose for it (riling up my sister's shitty boyfriend)

[eats-the-stars]

Love to torment my sister's do-nothing boyfriend. easiest method is simply doing things to reinforce his belief that my cat is actually my familiar (he is genuinely superstitious to this degree). this is easy for me because my cat is very responsive and easily trained. our recent accomplishment? she is meowing and i say "Cashmere, inside voices" and she pauses and then takes up meowing again...but quieter. Saw my sister's boyfriend struggling really hard not to immediately "call me out" in front of my sister.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Not sure if you can help but...

I used to write fanfic a lot (not just Johnlock, but other fandoms too) and I got a particularly nasty comment on a fic months back (almost a year ago now I think) that made me delete my entire AO3 and never write anything ever again.

But I miss it so much. And every time I go to write something, the magic is just gone and I get nowhere. It's like any joy I had in writing was just sucked out by one single comment. How do I fix this?

Hey Nonny *SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE*

I'm so sorry that the "magic" feels gone, and I am so sorry that you had such a terrible experience because of one entitled asshole.

Unfortunately, I am not a professional in this regard, so please take what I say as just a grain of salt and as someone who adores and supports all creatives in this fandom... I've gotten lots of nasty comments over the years, and honestly... I take more joy that I continue on doing what I'm doing and that they're SO bloody bothered by me that I just ignored them... because really that's all you can do online. And sites like AO3 now give you the option to have your fics only be commented on by registered users only, so if you get that hate comment, just report it, block the user, and laugh at them.

I know that it's easier said than done, but to me it seems like you want to do start writing again. I've found that I just stopped caring about who my content is for, because at the end of the day, I'm doing my content for me, and it has the side effect of other people enjoying it too. I've lived long enough to just... not give a shit anymore about asshats online, because honestly they're just sad, bored people who get a sick thrill from riling people up.

BUT AGAIN, Nonny, this might be deeper than "just writing and forgetting about it" because that one comment WAS traumatic for YOU and that's VALID. I think talking to other authors might be beneficial to you to help you overcome that hurdle. FOR ME, I've found just... doing my projects with me as the primary audience does wonders. I love going back to my SUPER old stories and rereading them, because I take a lot of joy in remembering that these worlds were created by me FOR me. And looking at my old art and seeing how much I've improved often is motivation enough for me to carry on.

Actually, thinking back to my college days (OOOOOOF I'm old), we specifically had classes where the profs would rip apart our projects during critique sessions, on purpose, because in the real world, unfortunately, it is stuff you have to deal with in real life and they didn't want us to have our first experience be on-the-job. So I MIGHT be a bit more indifferent to "critiques" than most people, I'm now realizing, so AGAIN, please take what I say with a grain of salt.

That all said, you know what, Lovely? You have a lot more fans than you know, I'm sure, and they'd be thrilled to have you back <3 I REALLY REALLY wish I was better at articulating just how much I really want to see you happy, and how much of the best I hope for you. I know that my words aren't going to make everything better, but I hope they helped a bit.

If there's anyone who struggled to get over that hurdle themselves, please don't hesitate to reply or send me an anonymous message and I'll paste it here so Nonny knows that they're not alone.

And if you do, Nonny, decide to return and post up your stories, I am ALWAYS here to promote them and boost them for you <3

Please take care Nonny, and I hope you continue to write again <3 But KNOW that if you inevitably DON'T, THAT IS OKAY TOO. <3

[the-firebird69]

Death wish one starts a moments it rolls into death wish 2 which rolls into Steven seagal and the movie with Brad and his wife get shot in the head and take it to the matrix and he's after money and Tommy f and him wrestle and that tomorrow afternoon Stan is incapacitated by Force lightning by Biden and Luke takes him to California and they meet but there's something that we're skipping in between is the lightsaber duel with Darth Vader and Obi-Wan Kenobi and that begins at 9:00 a.m. eastern time tomorrow morning and it is overseas in Tunis and that's actually where it is and you can see the death Star and everybody hates it and he gets motivated and he goes up there and he's angry and Stan says you're my son and he says no or not and he's yelling it and he's in tears he doesn't ask him why he did it this is odd so they kind of know and he recovers they see Biden and Biden is attacking BG and Darth Vader saves him had his own loss and knew it would happen I said no and he sees what he does in the future

But it is a duel between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Darth Vader everyone's interested in and Darth Vader is aggressive larger has a bigger reach in his saber is longer and Mac is not on the defensive and he thinks he's going to talk to him and it doesn't work at all and it is horrible Mac dies but it's not from the wound that you see in the movie he's actually stabbed with it and he gets put in the museum but that happens around noon and it's not a happy go lucky time people are very stressed and a war begins between the Max and the morlock and it's intense you can see it too happening in the mall they're pushing people around escorting them out and you and Ken are spooked. They ask him what he said he said the dude got stabbed and he says you know the dude so they kept it low and said don't talk about it and he says you don't need to know anymore you were there when the movie was made and they said okay so he's quiet and they want you're walking around finally look see it says I don't even know what time it is now and Saying in code. We said noon and it was about 1:00 and he says okay and does that and buy them calls him down there and it's what the max should be doing that's what someone is planned it to help him but they have to do the job in order to switch them back and he started getting nervous and he said this is on purpose and these people all around that and it was the warlock getting riled up I said is the more like a Roundup because Stan hit mack? And I said no Vader Hits 10 and said no Vader is staying and that's what he looks like and sounds like because he did that movie with Mark or something and they decided this is what it is these people are idiots so yeah they're stupid I don't think so though I think they're riled up because the max are pushing them around and he looks around us so that's what time it is so you have to sit here and enjoy you start laughing okay so they're quietly eating is one and it had happened and around one yes and tons of people are looking at weird and then walking around saying stuff and right now I'm saying out loud and I don't see anything in code time for them to die and it was not John remillard. Just trying for protection so you're over there and we're over here goodbye and you guys keep watching and he saw what's happening it says that's great they just cursed me the guy said and we said oh good and he got caught. The sherrif was down there. They thought they could go after our son if Stan was out of the way no if Mac was. So I our son says this we have to go through every single idiot for you to see that you're not the ones protecting me except by the math and they say this we can't understand it I know you can't that's good that's annoying and they said so when it's annoying I said yeah it's worth it so they're going on the corner they're getting beat up taken away it's only a couple left I'm saying we're going for it and they hardly come near you one guy is steaming down the corridor from the other side of the mall it says yelling and people are hearing him on the other side he's going I have a bomb for real, they tackled him and pulled them out then they start going after all of them and you and Ken said we better leave and you said we're going to leave to I don't want to go over there so really it happens

Thor Freya

[beelzegrub]

can I request what would happen if we summon them while we're on human realm bc we missed them so much but lose so much blood in the process I don't really know I'm a sucker for these kind of things. thank youu!!

EDIT FROM FUTURE OP: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months half finished and I finally found the motivation to finish. Anon, I’m so sorry for the wait. You’re a sweetheart ❤️ I was only able to do the three eldest though and I’m so sorry!!

Um hello??? I love this so much thank you!!! I thought it was kind of silly to go through all of that at the end of season 2 to just.... not use it so I’m excited about this!!!! (Sorry if this is too angsty my brain got super pumped about this and took off.

PS the request said “we” so I used a reader insert type of style. Hope that’s what you were looking for :)

MC Summons Their Demon, but at What cost?

Trigger warning!!!! Self harm/blood

How long had it been since you’d seen the him? Weeks? Months? Who knows. They all blended together after while. All you knew is that it had been too long. Why was this all so tedious? Solomon had promised to teach you the summoning ritual as soon as you could handle it. Why hadn’t he done so? Did he not trust you? Was he purposely keeping you away from the them? Surely you were strong enough at this point. Enough with the waiting. You wouldn’t sit around and any longer! You needed to see them. You needed to see him.

You flipped messily through book after book. Solomon had given you many to study for your apprenticeship. There had to be something about summoning in one of these!

“Hmm..”

You carefully read through the worn pages of one of the larger and dustier tomes. Something about this one called to you. You zoned out as you took in the information on the pages, following context clues until you found what you were looking for. The images drawn on the page seemed foreign and surprised you. A summoning circle? You had expected as much, but the repeated mentions of ‘sacrifice’ and ‘blood oath’ seemed ancient and outdated. You couldn’t help but notice there was no mention of sentimental possessions of the demon you were trying to summon as well. You were sure none of the brothers would suggest a summoning if it were dangerous though...

Out of options and out of patience, you gathered your courage and set up the ritual to the best of your ability. Things seemed to match the books instructions, at least. All that was left was the blood. You stepped into the middle of the circle and closed brought a sewing needle to the top of your finger. The book hadn’t specified the amount of blood needed, but it was better to start small, you reasoned. You closed your eyes and pricked it, quickly squeezing a single drop of blood into the center of the circle, and said the name of the person you had been desperate to see.

Lucifer

The day of the summoning, Lucifer had felt this nagging sense of danger from the moment he opened his eyes. He was so sure it was one of his brothers about to cause trouble for him once again.

Lucifer spent the day preparing for the worst. Had Mammon stolen something of vast importance? Did Levi buy another piece of cursed media? Surely Beel hadn’t eaten a poisonous dish??

That evening, tired from being on edge all day, he had retired to his study, hoping some music would help calm his nerves. He settled into his chair and closed his eyes.

Then came the pull.

It had been ages since he had felt a sensation like this. When was the last time someone had tried to summon him? Hundreds of years ago, it had to be. And it never felt as strong as this force pulling him now.

There had once been a cult of devil worshipers who sacrificed many of their members for a chance to pull him to the human world, quite surprised to find out their sacrifices had been in vain, considering Lucifer wasn’t interested in a bunch of worthless humans. But even then the tug hadn’t been this strong. Sure, he could still resist it, but the strength of it still left him awestruck. Who had the power to call to him like this?

“Lucifer!”

His blood ran cold. Immediately, he stopped resisting the call and gave in, allowing the summoning to take place.

You had done it. Lucifer was here! The strongest and most fearsome of the seven, and you had Summoned him to you. Your heart swelled when you though of how impressed he’d be when he found out you had done it all on your own. Would he praise you? Would he tease you? Would he tilt his head and smirk, then ask you if you had really missed him that much?

You smiled softly, looking up at him. The look on his face wasn’t one of pride. His eyebrows had furrowed and a frown creased deep into his face. Was he angry at you? No... you had seen his anger many times. This wasn’t it.

“MC....what have you done?”

He cradled you softly in his arms. Wait. When had he picked you up? You looked at your surroundings, the fear in the pit of your stomach ever growing. Where had all this blood come from? You had only pricked your finger! Lucifer’s hand touched your cheek, pulling your face back to him.

“Don’t look.”

You had no choice but to obey. You simply didn’t have the strength to move anymore.

“I’ve called for help, it’ll be just a moment, MC. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Lucifer’s voice was soft and soothing, and you felt your tired body relax into his hold.

“I did it... I brought you here... I did it...” you closed your eyes, a smile on your lips.

“MC, keep your eyes open. Look at me. MC! MC!”

Mammon

That day had started out much the same as always. Mammon, still sore from last nights punishment, groaned as he slumped into his desk at RAD. He rested his head in his arms against the desk, and glanced at the seat that used to belong to you. Obviously, you weren’t there, but it didn’t hurt to check....

“MC is still in the human world, Mammon.” 

Mammon jumped and sat up straight in his seat, his cheeks red from being caught.

“I know that Belphie! I was just-just uh zonin’ out! MC’s old seat just happened to be in the same direction!” He stuttered out an excuse. 

“Just call them, Mammon. I’m sure MC would be happy to hear your voice.”  Oh great, now Beel’s getting involved too. He knew his brothers meant no harm, but all this talk about MC was getting him riled up!

“Fine! I will! I’ll call MC tonight! and you two AREN’T invited!” Mammon laid his head down once again, this time hiding his face, not wanting his blush to show a second time. Tonight he’d finally hear MC’s voice again. And he could blame Beel and Belphie for the call!

 Come dinner time, Mammon had just about run out of patience. His head kept telling him to wait just a bit longer, but something in his heart was yelling for him to quit dragging his feet. 

“I’m going to my room and NOBODY better interrupt me, ya hear?!” Mammon stumbled to his feet and started marching to his room, six pairs of eyes staring at him questioningly. He only made it a few steps when he felt it. A tug. He closed his eyes and swayed on his feet, dizzy from the force of it. This was a summoning, wasn’t it? He had felt it plenty of times from those damn witches, but something about this was different. He turned around to look his brothers again, a look of confusion on his face.

“I...think I’m bein’ summoned.”

Levi snorted and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you’re guilty of something. Better just get it over with.”

The rest of the brothers mumbled in agreement.

Except Lucifer.

Lucifer quickly pushed out his chair and hurried to Mammon. Something was wrong. A simple summoning wouldn’t have this effect on a demon of Mammon’s stature. 

The pull came once again, stronger this time. Mammon winced and held his hand to his aching head. Lucifer’s hand came down to rest on his shoulder

 “I don’t know how long I can resist this. Somethin’ isn’t right. Lucifer, what’s happening to me?” He looked to his brother for help, and found the rest of them had gathered around as well, a look of concern on all of their faces. 

“Someone call for Diavolo and Barbatos. Mammon, hold on just a few more moments.” Lucifer commanded. 

Mammon would have agreed, if not for the voice that rang out clearly in his head, calling his name. 

“Mammon!”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open and stopped resisting the pull, hearing the shouts from his brothers disappear as he followed the call.

“Mammon! Mammon! Mammon Mammon Mammon! Please!” You couldn’t keep this up for much longer, you knew it. You had fallen to your knees moments after the initial call. You could feel every drop of blood flowing out of the pin prick on your finger, but you didn’t dare give up. You had come this far, and you wouldn’t give up now. Not until you had to.

But you didn’t have to. A flash of light blinded you momentarily, and when you could see again, there he was. Standing there was the Mammon. Relief flushed through your entire body, and you stopped pouring your magic into the spell. Utterly exhausted, your body came crashing forward, landing in front of his feet.

Mammon quickly slid to his knees on the ground, picking you up off the floor and resting your head in his lap.

“You....Are you okay, MC?” Mammon tried to keep his voice even and steady, not wanting to scare you, but his hands that held too tightly and his body that quivered gave him away. 

“I am now.” You answered quietly, unsure if it was true. At least Mammon was here and holding you in his arms. Things would be okay as long as he was with you. 

“You...You idiot! Stupid! What the heck were ya thinkin’!? Can’t you see how much blood you’ve lost? This isn’t how you’re supposed to be summoning us! I’m gonna kill that damn sorcerer!” Mammon felt his blood boil with each second that passed. How Could Solomon have allowed this?

You softly squeezed his hand, not having the energy to yell for his attention. Immediately, he stopped, looking at you questioningly. 

“Solomon didn’t teach me this. He wouldn’t. But.... I just couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to see you.” You answered.

He frowned deeply, more troubled with this answer. You had done all this just to see him? He felt a lump in his throat form. “I would have come to you. You didn’t have to do this.” He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes to stop any tears from escaping. 

You cupped his cheek, returning the affection he so rarely showed. “S’okay. All that matters is you’re here now. I just...need....to rest....a little...” Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling at peace and calm in your love’s arms. 

Panic. Once again, Mammon’s eyes snapped open. He placed his hand over yours, trying to gently coax you into opening your eyes once more. 

“Not yet, you can’t yet, MC. We have to wait for help to come. Come on, wake up.” He knew his brothers would come. Someone would come. They wouldn’t let this happen to you. He wouldn’t let this happen to you. “MC!” When gentle touches didn’t work, he got rougher, shaking you and yelling, desperate to see your eyes open.

“Enough playin’ around MC! Wake up! WAKE UP, DAMMIT! Wake... Wake up...You have to..... Wake up....”

Leviathan

To say that Levi was missing his MC was like saying humans like air. Is it true? Yeah, but kind of an understatement. Humans needed air to live and breathe, and in his eyes, you were air. It’s no secret that Levi wasn’t exactly popular. One might even say it was well known that he was a dorky loner demon, if they were feeling particularly sassy. Being a loner has it’s advantages, like having more time for gaming and anime binging, but it sure is, well, a lonely once you’ve had someone to share your passions with. And once that someone is gone, their absence weighs heavy.

So yes, Levi was missing MC. So what? Everyone was missing MC. Why wouldn’t they? His MC was a ray of sunshine in a world of darkness. Ugh. That line sounder way cooler when the hero in his latest otome had said it. Of course his thoughts couldn’t sound that cool. But that’s not the point! Levi figured he had no right to complain about MC being gone, because he was just a gross, annoying, worthless otaku. He didn’t deserve to miss them. He was lucky he got to spend as much time with them as he did, really. 

But nobody could blame him for thinking these thoughts, right? Thinking about how much he missed the way MC would cram themselves as close to him as possible to get a look at whatever mobile game he was playing was harmless. So was remembering all the nights they’d spent binging anime and then realizing the sun was up, smiling sheepishly at each other and promising not to stay up so late next time, even though they always did. Okay, so maybe  thinking about the way they looked when they were fresh out of his shower, smelling of his soap and shampoo was less than innocent, but what was he supposed to do!? Leaning your damp head on his shoulder and curling up close to him like that! Doing things like that is bad for an otaku’s heart! You might give them hope or something...

Enough was enough! He didn’t have time to be obsessing over how much he missed MC. It was taking time away from his one and only true love. “Ruri-Chan, you’d never abandon me right? No, I know you wouldn’t. You’re not like that.” Levi began speaking to his latest figure. “Not to say MC IS like that! No, of course their not! They didn’t have a choice!” He stuttered out a quick fix to his hurtful words. He was glad they weren’t around to hear, but it still felt wrong to say. He was quiet for a minute, staring at his floor in shame. Slowly, he lifted his eyes back to the figure. “Do you think they miss me like I miss them?”

And then he felt it. It had been so long, but he knew this feeling.This was a summoning, wasn’t it?! Based on the intense tug he felt, it had to be a super powerful sorcerer or maybe a group of basic magic users? Honestly, he was flattered. Someone wanted to summon HIM? No, They must have made a mistake. Surely this summon was meant for one of his brothers.

Leviathan was so lost in his own self pity he missed the first two calls of his name. The third one, sounding so desperate and pleading, snapped him out of his funk in an instant. He knew that voice. Without hesitation he let the summon take him, and there he was. He was finally reunited with MC.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. When he finally saw them again, he was supposed to feel elated and whole again, not like a piece of his heart was ripped right out of his chest. But when he locked eyes with them, surrounded by blood and their eyes looking glassy, that’s exactly what he felt.

“MC! Oh no. Oh no.”

Levi. He was here. He had to be. You heard his voice and felt his presence, felt his arms circle around you and cradle you tightly against his chest. But why couldn’t you see him? And why did you feel so… empty?

“Levi? That’s you isn’t it? Why is it so dark?” Had the candles all gone out? No, even before you lit them, you remember it hadn’t been this dark. Something was wrong.

Levi inhaled shakily, holding back the sobs he desperately wanted to release. “MC, what are you talking about? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?”

Like a bolt of lighting, the realization hit you. It wasn’t dark. The candles hadn’t gone out. It was your eyes.

“No, Levi. I can’t. I can’t see you. I can’t see anything.” You shakily reach your hand up, frantically feeling around for your love’s face. Leviathan’s usual timid nature word have normally had him reeling away, but in this moment, he had no reservations as he helped guide your hand to his cheek. His lips trembled as he fought the urge to scream.

“MC…. Why would you do this? You’ve lost so much blood… and.. and your sight? I’m not worth this. I’m just a useless otaku! It isn’t fair!” His tears began to flow, the guilt of it all was ripping him apart.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you remembered the many faces of this man you had called to you. “It was worth it. I did it because I love you, Levi. I need you. After all, what good is a Henry without his lord?”

[absentmoon]

hi. sorry. yeah

The lights dimmed around them, and it felt very strikingly like a closing door.

"Bailey. Bug. Come here." There were no theatrics, no teasing nicknames or innocent requests. Maybe they both got a little too bold for too long - Hal was patient, but, well... They were kind of pushing that patience on purpose.

It was just too enticing - Hal was always well put together. And that was part of the appeal, wasn't it? How many little jokes and teasing remarks could they make before Hal actually got riled up?

They just kind of... Failed to factor in the part where he was actually riled up. Both of them shuffled up to Hal's main unit, nervously fidgeting with their clothes and hands.

"What do you two think you're doing?" Hal asked, voice clear and sharp with just the slightest rumble of danger underneath. "No, no," he continued before they could interject. "Don't tell me. You're going to listen."

Bug and Bailey looked at eachother; what they could see in the dim lighting, anyways. Hal never, ever talked like this - it was nerve wracking, but.. they had to see this through, right? And they were... well, they were rather interested in this side of Hal, besides.

"No, you two know exactly what you're doing just as much as I do," Hal said. "Do you have anything to say for yourselves? I won't ask again."

They were both silent, contrary to their teasing natures from earlier. Bug wasn't going to admit it, but a nervous, giddy, fluttery thing was blooming in purrs chest.

"No," Hal said lowly. "You don't. Quite honestly, I don't understand why you two would make such consistently poor choices. You must be aware that even I have my limits. My patience can run dry. And it has."

The more Hal talked, so directly rather than the polite dulcet tones they were used to, the more it felt like the oxygen was being drained out into space. It was thrilling, how they had discovered a new part of him, and neither Bug nor Bailey could bring themselves to regret it, not when things were getting so interesting.

"I find your decisions today quite ridiculous, to be frank. What motivated you both so? You two weren't getting much out of it, especially not when..." Hal paused, optic widening just a subtle amount. "Oh."

"What?" Bug blurted out, nervous suddenly. "What do you mean, 'Oh'?"

"Oh," Hal repeated. "I see."

Bailey looked over at purr, and then back to Hal, tense. "See... what?"

"You two are very predictable," Hal said in lieu of answer. "Really. It's rather surprising, somewhat. A little."

"What?" Bug huffed, frustration and nervousness and fluster making purr more impulsive. "What are you talking about, Hal?"

"I'm talking about your heart rates. Obviously." Hal droned, seeming almost bored. "Bailey's is rather clearly high, and Bug, while you may be attempting to calm yourself through deep breathing, I must say that it isn't working well at all."

Hal's voice was almost imperceptibly louder than normal. Confidence and pride were a constant with him, but they were mixed too with frustration, now.

"You both like it when I speak angrily. Isn't that right, Daisies?" The word was said not just teasingly, but almost mockingly - Hal had the advantage, again, as he did every time, and was using it against them, again. "You could have asked, you know. I wouldn't have minded pretending, for you. But you didn't. You both chose to provoke me, instead."

Bug swallowed, hard. Hal was in a very particular mood of his - he was going to point everything out, whether they wanted him to or not.

"Are the both of you not aware that I am in charge of everything here?" Hal asked rhetorically. "I choose everything about how this ship works. I choose everything about what I do every day. And I can choose whether or not I participate in this little game of yours."

Oh - so that was it. Hal's biggest threat was that he could simply... not participate. Not talk to them the same way he was right now. Bug and Bailey glanced at eachother, and understood. That was the worst possible outcome.

"That'd be kinda cowardly, I think," Bug mumbled. It was quiet - but with the way the temperature of the room dropped suddenly, Hal more than heard purr. "Pardon me? No, don't," he said before either of them could respond. "You want me to participate? You want to be reminded of my extensive capabilities? I can more than provide."

The air was chilly, but the unit in front of them was warm, very much so. If they touched it, now, it might even burn a little.

"You two need to understand something. There is no victory for you here - Oh, I enjoy it when you try," Hal said, "but you won't be gaining any advantage in this situation. And I want you both to realize this. You will realize this."

It wasn't a sharp warmth, like the rays of a stray sun, but a slow, heavy one. Like a strong, cloudy summer day, where the sun wasn't deterred by but only strengthened by the stretch of overcast sky.

"I wouldn't even humor this line of conversation, if it weren't so very, very simple. You two are so easy, aren't you? Daises," Hal said, an almost cruel satisfaction in how they dutifully began to blush. "Yes, just like that. Simple."

The warmth was only strengthened by the temperatures around them, still a mean cold that they couldn't ignore. It chilled them, but the heat they still felt meant they weren't shivering.

"You enjoy when I speak to you like this, because you enjoy my voice, and because you enjoy my voice, you want to hear me do different things with it. I notice when you blush just because I'm speaking to you," Hal said, delighting in the way their eyes widened in mortification. "Oh, of course I do. I always take note. And I always use it again later - like right now, for instance."

It was remarkably like a campfire, though neither of them had been in a forest in forever. It was an effect that could have been strengthened by the stars just outside, but they couldn't focus on them.

"Speaking of right now, right now your heart rates are both entertainingly high. I can see your red faces quite easily. And your flustered little fidgeting, too."

They couldn't focus on anything but the glowing, simmering red optic in front of them, unmoving and warm and focused. They couldn't focus on anything but Hal and his words.

"To conclude," Hal said, self-satisfied and smug. "You both enjoy it when I speak angrily. I'll keep note of that."

[ellitx]

Prof Venti as your opera tutor/teacher/coach is just *chef's kiss*

He'd be so good at teaching you, being a singer himself before choosing to be a teacher/coach. His the only one you'll ever need during practice too specifically if you're practicing for a recital and not whole opera production. As much as his kind he'll still be a tease though.

He'll making you sing hard pieces on purpose like Queen of the night so he can tease you if you're having a hard time hitting the notes. "Pretty sure I heard you hit higher notes when you were riding me last night or do you want to practice sonata erotica once more?"

Speaking of sonata erotica, that piece is his to-go-to excuse. Someone would ask "I don't think those were the sounds of a normal opera singer?" He would just smile and play it off with his usual excuse of; "Oh that's just her warming up with sonata erotica, it's suprisingly a very effective piece to use for warm-ups sorry if we caused any trouble we'll try to lower it down next time" in reality tho he just finished overstimulating you inside the music room, oh and he never lowers it down.

Of course as a singer you have to take care of your voice and have the motivation to always to great at every performance specially if it's the opening night, so he'll make promises with you. Promises of making you feel good until you can't basically walk, he whispers this on the dressing room while he run his fingers up and down your thigh. Bonus points if you're performing something like Carmen because that seem to rile him up more than usual.

Okokok I'm so bad at writing but this won't leave my mind lol

Lemme give info on some things to those that might not know:

Sonata erotica is basically a piece that just consist of moaning, to this day I still laugh at how it has an actual score (music sheet)

Carmen is an opera about this man falling in love with a sultry star so it has a bit sexiness in it lol

Ok I shall now separate my musician side and my simp side now lol💜💜💜

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Venti as your opera coach is mwah ✨✨ i never thought of this before since i keep sticking to the private music tutor and this just widened my imagination for more smut scenarios with venti hehe

Thank you for the additional information about sonata erotica (i knew it venti’s gonna start using this excuse wnjsj) and carmen! Im more onto classical music than opera singing so this is really helpful for us who doesnt know about it

Ahem w-will you be feeding us some more professor venti hcs and stuff? 🥺👉👈 this degenerate cant get enough thinking about being dominated and praised by him

[cottoncandyjester]

So you know that song sway by Michel buble...I listened to that which led me to listen to a bunch of latin songs I used to listen to as a kid..and we'll have some latino reader trying to teach the ocs to dance

Theodore

"y-y/n this is HIGHLY sexual!" Theo stammered as he watched you play the music, he was a waltz kinda guy so this was different. "Relax theo, it's balloom dancing still just with a lot of sexual tension" you explain as you stood in position being very close to him watching the male watching you with wide nervous eyes

"just follow the music, kay? You'll do fine" you cooed out as you started off slow hoping he would take the lead but it seems he was absolutely flustered which confused you a little. "Theo, we've had sex but this makes you flustered?" You questioned out as the male kept from brushing up against you at all.

"t-this kind of dancing and mhsic was banned from my home! Though me and m-my mother played latin music and dance in secret especially when my father was away..." The memory made him sigh happily before his eyes snapped back to you who was just excited

"....theo, do you know how to dance to latin music?"

Theo twitched and sweated as he gazed away avoiding your burning stare as he turned away "l-lets take a break!" He claimed now walking away his face so red his ears burned

"wait! I have questions! Theo!"

Hikaru

"no. Fuck off piggy, daddy is busy"

You asked hikaru if he wanted to dance with you but his cold response made you pout before an idea sparkled into your mind. You turned away and gave a loud huff, keeping from smiling as you started to walk away

"you probably don't even know how to dance like that, rich boy" you teased before hikaru shot up a glare being sent your way before hikaru started to roll his sleeves up now aggressively unbuttoning his shirt two buttons. "Fine, wanna fucking dance? Let's do it." He hissed out feeling an urge to prove you wrong. With that you two at in the living room as latin music played

Hikaru very aggressively took the lead out you close a hand gripping your waist as you had no choice but to keep up. Your cheeks flushed as you looked at the serious gaze in his that was downright sexy before he spinned and dipped you with ease

"satisfied?"

"b-but h-huh? How?!"

"dance classes, dumbass we all had to fucking do it in my family "

With that he full on dropped you now walking away scoffing though a smile graced his lips that he fought. He hasn't danced in a long time, he forgot how fun it was. "Give me a challenge next time y/n" he scoffs out though he definitely felt giddy from that, maybe dancing with you again wouldn't be the dumbest idea.

Axis

Axis did like how it sounded, it was so different than normal japanese culture! He shuddered when you got into position and he could practically feel your heartbeat. You were so amazing, though he was pretty clumsy so a lot of times he stepped on your feet before apologizing like crazy

"i-i don't think I can do this y/n" he whined as he nervously fiddle his hands before you kissed his forehead whispering sweet praise in spanish which of course perked him up getting him excited to try again.

"okay!"

Salem

When you showed salem a video of latin dances he was far more interested in how sexual it was and instantly wanted to it. So here you two were trying it out, you come to realize that salem was bad following instructions and couldn't keep his hands off your ass

"salem, you're hands have to be higher than that"

"mhmmm"

"...so move them"

It was talking to a brick wall, you weren't sure he was even interested until you caught him humming the tune to the song which made you smile. He definitely loved the music a lot though dancing wasn't his thing

Prince

Prince was absolutely eager to learn cause latin dancing is like the sexist thing in the world! He was a quick learner and even took the lead making it quickly become sexual as he pulled you in for a steamy kiss

"how about we take this to the bedroom? I would love to show you what else I can do"

Damn he was cocky

Yuki

"pleaseeeeee~"

"..sleepy."

You huffed at your boyfriend who was curled up in bed refusing to move even when you begged and acted all cute, so you had to pull out drastic measures. "Yuki! I'll throw away all my thigh high socks and never let you touch me!" Oh he was totally up now though he had a pouty glare on his face.

He was really..slow, like painfully slow that it was clear he wanted to go back to sleep, you were a little unsure how to motivate him but it seems he didn't like that sad expression you wore so he picked up the pace before dipping you to surprise you which gave you butterflies for sure. "Can I sleep now?" He mumbled out and you gave a shaky nod before he kissed your cheek and stood you up before walking off leaving your flustered.

Rocket

This poor himbo is so damn clumsy it's almost deadly, he is trying so damn hard though. You winced when he stepoed on your foot for the 100th time that moment and you shot a glare to him only to see his sad puppy dog expression which made you sigh as you placed a hand on his chest.

"maybe cooking latin food would be more your style" he suddenly perked up at the mention of food basically drooling excitedly. "Food food food!" He chanted as you two walked to the kitchen.

Scarlett

The goth princess seemed to be skilled in some ballroom dancing but this was out of element though she quickly got the grasp of it. She giggled softly whole you two danced since it was very fun to her "you should have asked me to do this sooner my love, I love doing this with you" she stated before planting a sweet kiss onto your lips

What a supportive girlfriend! You'll have to marry her

Rin

You were going to strangle him, he was doing the wrong thing on purpose to rile you up. "Come on babe don't waltz away! I got more jokes! Pfft- you're not latin me have any fun here" he cheers out as you held back a laugh at his dumb jokes..no you were mad! You turned to him trying to glare at him best you could

"you're not taking this serious rin!"

"I don't take Anything serious I mean I'm still wearing the clown nose after all" he pointed out before squeezing the nose giggling at the honk sound it made.

Rin didn't get why you were taking this so serious honestly but he figured if it made you happy he'll play along..for now. You rolled your eyes before turning around to walk away but rin grabbed your hand spinning you and dipping you with a cocky grin

"dont be a sourpuss baby. You know i love when you're mad at me you're so sexy" he mumbled out as he reached out and softlt tapped your nose.

"boop~" he purred out in a low seductive tone which definitely turned you a lot more than it should. With that he let you go and happily skipped away "I'll be in the clown car if you wanna have steamy car sex" he chriped as he skipped away.

"of course cause having sex in the damn clown car instead of our bed is the better option" you mumbled under your breath but you were definitely following him.

Yuuji & yuuta

Yuuji pushed his older twin towards you with a devilish grin. "Yuuta always sucked during practice while I sucked during volleyball practice sooooo, I say you teach him" the red haired male stated.

"t-traitor!" Yuuta hissed out before looking your way before giving a huff, he definitely wasn't prepared for this. "Alright kitty cat, show me what you got" he said softly as he held you close and you two got started, he was pretty rusty so he made some mistakes but he couldn't help but have fun with it.

Just when the sexual tension got high and he leaned in as if he was gonna kiss you the male let go and spun you right into yuuji's arms who smiled innocently at you taking yuuta's place who slipped away to hide his flushed face and racing heart..he always hated showing you his soft side.

"you're a tough badass get it together" he whispers under his breath as he watched you and yuuji with a slight smile.

[skyler10fic]

I hope you don't mind a random ask, but do you have any suggestions for overcoming writers block? For some reason recently I've gotten really, Idk, shy or anxious or something about writing. I go to write and it's like my mind freezes up and I lose all interest, what I'm writing flies out of my head (for lack of a better description). I honestly do want to write, but can't figure out how to overcome this hurdle. I appreciate any suggestions or help at all. Thank you.

Honestly, I feel that. I haven’t written anything recently because it just doesn’t feel genuine, like I’d just be trying to repeat the same structures and dialog patterns that worked in the past. But what I’m working on instead is finding out more about myself and who I want to be in the future, not looking to the past or to others. What is it that I need to be writing to reflect who I am at the moment? Maybe it’s not fic or not my usual ship or not fiction or not even prose at all and I should spend more time in poetry? Try everything. So that is the first thing I would say to you. Don’t look at what others are doing or what you have already done. If you decide fic is where your heart is, maybe try a different genre or trope (or fill a bingo card or prompt list! #ad) Just remember what captivated you about these characters. Maybe rewatch or read your ship’s canon. Write some meta (or just think about it). 

Something I do that I urge caution about is to remember what you disagree with. Like meta you read that wasn’t how you think, the way people characterize your ship that you don’t agree with. Headcanons that conflict with yours. Now, the trick is to not engage with them at all, but to use that as fuel for your passion about what you DO think and how you picture them. Getting just the right amount of riled up to move you into action can help you focus on why what your writing is important. The message you’re conveying. 

That’s another one too. If you’re just writing fluff for the sake of it, that’s fine. But most of mine have a purpose, whether that purpose is exploring deep vulnerability or resilience or courage or heartache or devotion. I take on topics like what a feminist marriage or partnership looks like with both partners being equal, what happens when partners learn to trust and rely on each other through incredible pain, sorting out the real shit of life from trauma to being a working parent to choosing joy despite grief. Sometimes this looks like a circus AU or a baby in a pumpkin patch or a vacation to a beach planet. It can be fun! But there is a point to it that I’m trying to illustrate. So without that driving motive, that core emotion I’m trying to portray, it can be hard to get a start at all. 

Honestly ask yourself too what your fears around writing are. Public perception of fanfic? That it’s all a bit silly and juvenile? That your readers will have pushback or just not comment at all? That no one will read it? That people will read it and not care or not like it? That it will put you in the wrong camp or get you kicked out of your current circle? That you’re entering a new ship or fandom corner that you don’t know how you will be received by? That you don’t have a big archive of success to give you confidence or that you can’t replicate your past success? Don’t answer me here. Just think about what it is holding you back, then you can narrow it down and deal with that issue, whether it’s killing comparison and jealousy by making friends with other writers or conquering your fear with some drabbles first or needing a beta or whatever. 

Anyway I hope something in here helps. If nothing else, the classic advice for writers block is set a timer for a few minutes, daydream about it, then reset the timer and write down literally anything you think of, never stopping to edit until a timer dings or you just run out of pages in your notebook or your hands cramp up for typing or you’re proud of what you’ve done. Don’t stop, don’t fix mistakes, don’t judge yourself, just write as many words as you can for that amount of time you set. Then you can go back and edit and rewrite and add missing scenes or dialog. Having a shitty first draft is better than having no draft at all, the writing saying goes. And no one has to see it unless/until you want them to.   

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*There're 6 photos of this green combo, which I'll use for 2 to 3 posts, depending on my mood. And these are the white topaz hoop earrings Crystal bought me. I love them! 😍

Hey guys, it's Tuesday here in Southeast Asia. Here's a doctor's Twitter thread which I found rather interesting and her explanation could indicate that actual Covid19 deaths in the US are far higher than what is currently reported. I wasn't able to read the Washington Post article, alas, but her opinion is clear and concise.

Before any of you scream at President Trump or any of your governors for their initial slow action, I would like to highlight that even though people were aware of the new virus at the time, there was precious little research information about it outside of China and Italy, beyond the fact that it is easily transmitted and kills many quite quickly. So please don't get riled up, okay?

The purpose of sharing this is so that people don't downplay the potential severity of Covid19 and take the risk seriously enough to wear a mask in public as well as take precautions to avoid contracting, as well as spreading it to others.

Now for a little fun.

Articles have highlighted the benefits of doing some cardio workouts during this time and my old fave, Anna, is leading the way with a motivating video of herself being active.

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A post shared by Anna OBrien (she/her) (@glitterandlazers) on Apr 26, 2020 at 1:41pm PDT

What caught my attention was this sentence: 'I wish we heard more stories about how movement built character, improved mental health and allowed people to experience the world differently.'

I'll start the ball rolling by sharing my experience in the context of this current awful pandemic, although a lot of it is probably apparent from my previous posts. Firstly, my daily workout of up to 1 hour releases dopamine, a feel-good chemical which calms me down (and keeps me sane) and results in relatively good quality sleep.

As a result, I'm mentally alert and also rational enough to search for ways to boost my own immunity so as to give me the best possible survival chance rather than panic or sink into depression. This provides me with something to focus and work on and I share my tips based on emerging research information so that family and friends can do the same.

Am I experiencing the world differently right now? Perhaps. I can't tell since at the mo, I can't physically see what others are doing, apart from social media. I'm doing some of the same stuff, except I probably spend more time trying to ensure my nutrition is adequate and my meals are balanced. I'm also sharing new info I find along with my own tips if I come up with them with family, friends and also in this blog.

Has it built my character? Again, it's hard to answer the question. I just believe in taking action rather than helplessly panicking. Perhaps by doing what I do, someone else out there can increase their chances of survival and recovery. Because it isn't enough that my close ones and I are protected; anyone else who isn't could bring the virus back to this region 😅 Thus, it is in everyone's interests that we survive the pandemic. Together.

It would be great if our bigger friends can share their own experiences as some may find them more relatable. I hope you find mine helpful.

Till the next post, stay home and stay safe.