#dialogue is still my achilles heal

[labellefleur-sauvage]

could you please write something about cassian and nesta fighting about something and it ends up in very steamy sex???

I read the word ‘steamy’ and took that literally, so here’s a little drabble for you…

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After finishing a fierce private snowball fight between themselves, Nesta and Cassian continue their heated battle in the birchin.

Pairing: Nesta/Cassian

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.6K

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“That snowball grazed your wing and you know it!”

“It did not.”

“Yes, it did!” Nesta shot back. “ I can still see the snow on your wingtip.”

“It’s snowing out—of course there’s snow on my wings.”

“There’s a giant lump of snow right where my snowball—!”

“Nesta, Nesta, Nesta,” Cassian interrupted, shoving his hands in his pockets and slowing his walk to an infuriatingly slow pace as Nesta fumed at his side. “Just admit that I, the General of the Night Court, one of the strongest Illyrian warriors to ever live, and a winner of … uh, several snowball fights—“

“And a giant, self-centered ass—“

“Beat you fair and square in our one-on-one,” Cassian ended, giving his mate a condescending grin while she grit her teeth.

Nesta stomped her way through the snow leading to the cabin, her face twisted in anger. Cassian swore he saw the snow falling around her head melt. “And I think you’re an arrogant cheater who can’t admit that his wife beat him in a snowball fight.”

“Hey now,” Cassian said, holding up his hands placatingly, “I’d have no problem admitting that my gorgeous and sexy Valkyrie wife bested me in a snowball fight.”

“Then why don’t you admit it?”

“Because I won.”

Nesta groaned and stalked ahead of him. Cassian laughed. When he’d asked Rhys weeks ago if he and Nesta could borrow the cabin in the mountains for some quality alone time—“For Nes and I to start making our own traditions,” he’d asked his brother, while Rhys only smirked and told him not to break anything—Cassian thought they’d spend the time lounging about with warm drinks, cuddling by the fire, or making dinner together. Normal things.

Instead, as soon as they arrived and dropped their bags by the bed, Nesta twirled on him.

“A snowball fight,” she’d demanded, her gray eyes bright. “Right now. I’m curious to see how good you really are, since you usually lose to your brothers every Solstice.”

Nesta had strutted out of the cabin without a backward glance and Cassian trailed along after her, unable to resist her challenge. What followed was a furious snowball fight that reminded him of battles from the war with Hybern: intense, exhausting and draining, but without any bloodshed.

Their relationship, especially the start, could be summed up the same way, Cassian thought, watching his mate climb back up the hill towards the cabin, her firm backside flexing with every step. He felt himself twitch in his pants at the sight, imagining what else they could do to pass the time together in the cabin.

Right before she reached the front door, Nesta turned and walked to the edge of the house. Cassian grinned; he was also planning on relaxing in the birchin, and knew Nesta wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.

By the time he let himself into the birchin, warm steam had filled the room and heat smacked him in the face when he opened the door.

“Hurry up and get in, you’re letting out the warmth.”

Nesta was already naked and sitting on a bench, save for a small towel wrapped around her body. She watched Cassian with a bored look as he hurriedly undressed. An eyebrow twitched as he dropped his pants and reached for a towel.

“Are you always so excited after a fight?”

“Just when it’s with you,” Cassian replied automatically, sitting on the opposite bench facing Nesta, the thin towel around his hips doing little to conceal his erection.

“Well, I don’t fuck snowball fight cheaters,” she sneered, looking him up and down.

“What about snowball fight winners?”

“I wouldn’t know, since you didn’t win.”

“Get over it, sweetheart,” Cassian grinned, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. “Our inaugural snowball fight as a mated couple ended with me victorious and you the loser.”

Nesta’s eyes briefly traveled to the wide expanse of his chest before she returned her cool gaze to his. “Must be a nice change for you to win for once. I can see why you lose to your brothers every year. You barely beat me.”

Cassian clenched his jaw. “Needed to pull my punches, so to speak, to make things competitive with you.”

Nesta snorted. “Don’t lie. I saw the sweat running down your face. You were throwing snowballs like your life depended on it.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re just a sore loser. You can never admit when I’m better than you at something—which is all the time, in case you forgot.”

She scoffed. “Name one thing—“

“I beat you in boxing that one time we spared. I swept you three times, and you barely made me stumble.”

“You’re a giant and have more than a hundred pounds on me,” Nesta said, her hands gripping the edge of the bench.

“Or that one time I beat you at solving those Solstice riddles Feyre came up with.”

“You only won because you had Gywn as a partner. You were a bottle of wine in and couldn’t even spell your own name.”

“I’m better than you with a sword.”

“Is that what you call touching yourself now?”

Cassian couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped his mouth. The laugh turned into a groan as Nesta rose from the bench and stood in between his spread legs.

“Thought you didn’t fuck snowball fight cheaters?”

“Admit you lied and I wouldn’t be,” she replied, dropping her towel and climbing onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips. He groaned, his hands automatically gripping her thighs.

“Fuck, Nes,” he sighed, reaching up to kiss her, but Nesta shied away.

“Well? Did that last snowball really clip your wing?”

“Nesta,” Cassian growled in warning as she swiveled her bare core over his cloth-covered cock, his head swimming with steam and heat. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

“Answer me and we can continue.” She trailed a hand down between her breasts, lower and lower, skimming the fine hair between her legs. Cassian watched her hand, transfixed, as her fingers dipped between her thighs and he was hit with the sweet scent of her arousal, thicker than the steam surrounding them—

Nesta snapped the fingers that had grazed her cunt in front of his face. “Well?”

“Fine!” he snapped. “Your snowball hit me!”

“And…?” Her nimble hands worked at the knot on his towel and unwrapped it, freeing his aching cock.

“You beat me, you won, whatever you want!” He reached for her again but she batted his hand away.

“I knew it! Admit it—I’m the winner!”

He snarled. “Always have to have the last word, don’t you, Nes?”

“Yes,” she answered simply, and crushed her lips against his.

From there it was a different battle than their snowball fight: lips and teeth and tongues bit and stroked and soothed tender flesh. She caressed his cock, while Cassian groaned against Nesta’s plump lips when his hand dove between her legs and felt the wetness seeping from between her lower lips. Without warning, he thrust two thick fingers inside her.

Nesta’s responding bite to his lower lip made his body throb like drums beating during battle. She panted against his lips as she rode his fingers. Growing impatient, with the taste of his own blood on his tongue, Cassian withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock at her entrance. Nesta sank down without another word.

Cassian groaned at being enveloped within her warmth. Nesta raised up on her knees so only his cockhead was still nestled in her cunt, and he shivered slightly from the rush of air—colder than Nesta’s body, despite the steam—hitting his wet cock.

She took him to the hilt on the next stroke and set a steady pace of raising and lowering herself on his cock. “Isn’t this better than lying to say you won a snowball fight?” Nesta gloated, smirking down at him.

Growling, Cassian gripped her hips and lifted Nesta off his length. Ignoring her indignant shout, he positioned her so her knees were on the bench and her arms thrown over the back of the bench, her ass in the air. He spread her thighs apart and slid inside her in one thrust. “Isn’t getting fucked by your mate better than some dumb snowball fight?”

She didn’t answer, but based on the soft moans and pleas for more, he thought she agreed with him. Cassian fucked into her tight cunt, his hands holding onto her hips for dear life. Moisture dripped off their bodies; he could see water collecting in the strong curve of Nesta’s spine, and her knees occasionally slipped on the bench underneath them. She didn’t tell him to stop or slow down, instead gasping, “Harder!” when he readjusted his stance behind her.

Her ass bounced with every thrust inside her. He watched, transfixed, as one of Nesta’s arms reached between her legs and began stroking her bud, her fingers occasionally dragging along his cock until, with a strangled moan, she came, squeezing his cock so hard his release followed soon after.

Cassian wiped a hand down his face, unsure how much of the moisture was sweat or water. Bending over to kiss the back of Nesta’s neck, he slowly withdrew his cock from her body.

“I’ll have to lie and cheat at snowball fights more often if that’s the result.”

Nesta stood and stretched like a cat. Grabbing her towel, she walked towards the door, a corner of her mouth turned up. “Next time, just admit I beat you, so we can get straight to the good part.”

[elytrafemme]

SLEEPY ANNON ABCK AT IT AGAIN! here to share… thinks and thoughts :}  and goodness is this long so let’s get into it

“but Phil places his hand on his shoulder. And suddenly, Tubbo feels frozen, and it’s stupid how it can still make him freeze…but the worst part isn’t the hand on his shoulder, because that’s too easy of an act for Achilles to die to. It’s the way that Phil states in a clear tone, “Tubbo, the plan is to adopt you.”

okay i just adore the inclusion of the hand on shoulder moment here. because cs!tubbo is ya know overthinking his situation anyway and is already dreading tearing apart this family that he thinks he’s ruined. but how the hand on shoulder unearths memories and feelings surrounding cs!tubbo’s past adds another layer to cs!tubbo’s self resentment in relation to his family. and it adds onto the growing complexity of cs!tubbo’s perception of family as a concept!

“Tubbo’s trying to be different in all the ways he never could be.”

cstubbo sees himself in csshlatt to such an unreasonable extent and he’s still trying his best. and i wish that he could just realize he’s a million steps away from becoming like csshlatt and that him trying is a good step forward. but yea i just like seeing these small moments in cstubbo’s inner dialogue where he notes how he’s trying and such. because it almost feels really poetically desperate. like cstubbos so desperate to not be like csshlatt yet he can barely recognize how much of a good person he is. instead he forces his perception of himself to be the same as his perception of csshlatt. and he still, in the warped perception, is trying. because he really doesn’t want to be like csshlatt despite what his subconscious says! (didn’t mean for this not to get so long but ye)

(also csphil already looking to adopt cstubbo was such a heart-filled moment for me because it really puts into perspective how much the family actually cares about cstubbo, despite what he thinks)

“Tubbo sinks to the floor until his arms are around his knees, counting out the seconds in his head until he can convincingly turn off the shower.” 

I have so many notes about this one little moment. 1. how cstubbo felt like he couldn’t face cstommy, which i’m mainly contributing to the fact that his problem in this moment is not one cstommy could really understand and also cstubbo feels like he’s gonna hurt cstommy’s family somehow. of that cstubbo doesn’t want to make cstommy handle any burdens of his own because cstommy has a great deal on his plate from his own past. some combination of the two or something. 2. that cstubbo went and hid in the bathroom, which is quite relatable because bathrooms are just good at securing some level of privacy and quiet! 3. how cstubbo went and defaulted to texting csranboo. the fact that they are really becoming good emotional support for one another is great to see because that means one step closer to emotional healing! (i then glance at the chapter count and grimace knowing much more hurt is yet to come before the healing)

“there’s this prick of paranoia in his head telling him that he has to remember all of Tommy’s mannerisms, as if the other is going to disappear.”

this moment really made me think, and i think it’s interesting that cstubbo’s brain is almost still in the mindset it was before about being abandoned or kicked out. and he has to remind himself that that’s false, and then feels guilty for being part of the family. and then how his current relationship with cstommy has become quickly more complex with the csdream and csranboo situation.(and i’m hoping that for the sake of csranboo, that he is able to get out of that situation before anything escalates negatively with cstommy or cstubbo but that’s just my fears talking) there’s just so much complexity within this one bit and i’m refraining from going into detail and then repeating myself. but these little moments are what really make me think!

“Tubbo frowns, walking slowly as the call carries on, but after he hears Ranboo say, “Okay, bye Niki,” his shoulders relax and he rolls his eyes at himself for being so worried in the first place.”

cstubbo’s continuous concern for csranboo since the convo about csdream with csclingyduo has been very sweet. after reading i’m curious as to how csranboo’s claims of having done bad things during the lil breakdown will effect cstubbo’s thoughts sounding the csdream situation or if cstubbo will think nothing of it

“the comfortable scent of a vanilla tree decoration that people hang up in their cars to avoid the loom of petrol”

LITERALLY WHEN I MADE MY DRAWING THAT HAD THE INSIDE OF CSRANBOO’S CAR I PUT A SENTED TREE UP BECAUSE HE SEEMED LIKE THE KINDA GUY TO HAVE ONE AND YOOOO

“and Ranboo turns from smug to a bit flustered. Serves him right.”

this line made me laugh just a lil, a giggle ya know

“Tubbo needs to get a grip because he has nobody to serenade and if he doesn’t reel himself in within the next three seconds-“

i really liked seeing this moment where cstubbo prompts cdranboo into speaking for the sake of keeping himself from breaking down. just cuz there’s been several moments like this from csranboo and cstubbo’s pov, every moment it sort of adds to the complexity behind everything when this happens. like how 1. cstubbo likes to hear csranboo talk and 2. cdranboo talking is comforting to cstubbo enough to calm him down and 3. this also makes csranboo feel nice to be listened to about things and yeah maybe it’s not all that complex but i like these moments that reoccur in different ways (i suppose it’s a love of consistency)

“but in water… you like, have to exist. But not really”

okay so this moment there’s this really insightful information about csranboo and his relationship with existentialism but all i can think is “ha he doesn’t like water, lil enderman, lil cat boy” (also tbh water just feels awful to be surrounded by like no thank you. i know csranboo talked about waves and stuff and that’s probably like a metaphor for instability and the uncertainty of life. but also like being submerged in water is so restricting and rhsifkjejsofkr know? space is the good option here, i would choose space. just because water sucks infinitely) 

ALSO CSRANBOO’S FAV PLANET IS SATURN JUST LIKE ME FR 

“I thought it’d be kind of cool, y’know, to- to, like. Stargaze on a different planet. I guess.”

okay 1. csranboo encouraging cstubbo to speak about what he wants and not making fun of him. 2. csranboo also agreeing with the statement. 3. oml these two need to go star gazing together. 4. now i’m going to be thinking about stargazing from another planet for the rest of my existence

“I mean, I think you can just look out of the corner of your eye, if you wanted to. The stars are still there. They’re looking at a lot of stuff, and you’re looking at a lot of stuff, so you don’t really have to- really have to look at each other? I don’t know if that, uh, if that makes any sense, actually.”

thinking about how csranboo looks at cstubbo out of the corner of his eye and feels comfortable to just exist around cstubbo

“and doesn’t stop talking even when the car is in park and his feet hit the concrete of a parking lot.”

csranboo encouraging cstubbo to talk to help lighten the mood and also connect and understand cstubbo more! and cstubbo talks a bunch because he can! yea! seeing characters be able to ramble and be supported is great

“It’s interesting, because I don’t- this, uh. This sounds kind of weird to say, but. I don’t really… get romance a ton? Not really, anyway…I like reading about how people interact and uh- happy endings, and stuff.”

i feel this on a beyond emotional level like yea! now i don’t go out of my way to specifically read romance or anything but i like getting to see characters have positive interactions and have a happy ending and usually that means consuming sappy romance stuff! i wanna see people being happy!

“I like ciphers. Do you know much about them?”

ciphers like cstubbo trying to decipher his role in life and decipher the people around him to try and navigate life so he creates the least amount of damage and now i think i’m reading really far into things but choppers are cool. (i need to know if you know a bunch about chippers or had to do some research to write cstubbo’s rambles)

“Maybe he just fucking woke up wrong today. The past couple of days. Week. Year. Lifetime.”

okay from the progression where he stops himself from talking about ciphers because of of cswilbur and cstechno to cstubbo thinking really hard about all the people in his life deal with emotions is such a really nicely put together spiral/progression thingy. like there’s a good build up here that gives such *chef’s kiss* insight to catubbo. i think i keep repeating myself with these things but im picking at cdtubbo with little scientist tools like “hehehehehehe show me your complex human emotions” and failing to find anything because you can’t understand emotions by picking at someone with science tools.

okay and now the whole breakdown between csbeeduo was just done so well. like cstubbo comparing himself to csranboo and everyone else around him. and cstubbo revealing some of his issues and csranboo giving just a tiny bit of emotional insight to his own life. progress!!! i’m sensing progress!! (watch the progress be ran over due to some conflict or something like i could see it happening but also i just want them to be happy) and csranboo’s “what it i want you” to protest against cstubbo’s points was such a good decision and then cstubbo uses the same line when csranboo has his moment!!!! it’s all just *chefs kiss* and also the easing out of the more emotional/serious/idk what to call it moment was done well me thinks!

and finally i really like the light ending of their text conversation that night. i tried to decode the messages and failed and idk how i flailed but oh well! the hearts with their messages at the end was great because i remember like a while ago i think cstubbo sent a message with a heart and i’m taking that csranboo adopted that habit of sending hearts from cstubbo. (my friend uses the <3 heart all the time and whenever i message them i tend to use it too. it just rubs off!)

and goodness i finally finished writing this because oh goodness i had so many interruptions! but now it’s late so i’m living up to my name of sleepy annon!

i have to thank you again for writing this because it has made my day! i’m going to be thinking about this all tomorrow as i take a big english test! i hope you have a wonderful week/day/two weeks!

HI SLEEPY ANON MY FRIEND!!! :D

yes! it's something that came up earlier in the fic but i hadn't really expanded on so i wanted to make sure i rementioned it-- tubbo doesn't have the strongest aversion to physical touch but he does get triggered when people mimic motions like patting him on the back or on the shoulder. it's a specific motion and that's because it links him back to those sorts of interactions with schatt and schlatt's father-- it was used in a patronizing and threatening way, so when quackity/phil does it across the chapters, it disattaches him from what's happening instantly

one aspect of cs!tubbo that ive rambled about so much really wanting to incorporate is the pain of generaitons. and im actually gonna make a separate post to elaborate on that so i dont ramble for way too long here but basically everything u said ur so fucking right <3 (also yeah! phil's def been considering it for a while since they practically live with him, he had sort of assumed that whatever tubbo had waiting at home either was dead or was so absent that they wouldnt mind phil looking into custody but that's also really complicated and i already know that i oversimplify it-- but yes he was looking into it but just never knew if it could actually be a thing)

sorry if i dont reply to everything you add here just know im furiously nodding and smiling a lot at your commentary :DD /gen

YEAHHHH U GOT THE TREE!!! love those little scent trees obsessed w them they make me so happy

yeah!! something ive thought about a lot recently regarding your point about tubbo prompting ranboo to talk is the idea of like. how in relationships both people should like listen to each other. i know that sounds like a very obvious statement and honestly i dont know why i phrased it like that i can't think of what i'm meaning to say. just. it means a lot to cs!ranboo that tubbo wants to hear him talk, and vis versa, and it means a lot to me too.writing that has been a bit self indulgent but isnt the whole fic really?

SATURNS AWESOME!!! also totally fairs on the water thing, i realized when i started cough syrup i hadn't really transcribed over a lot of the water avoidance from canon and i implemented it in a few interesting ways. his opinions on rain are a very specific thing i think im going to at least allude to once later, but yeah water can be restrictive. i do miss swimming pools though its been years since ive been 2 one

youre hitting all these details in their interaction so so well :D and also the bit about looking at tubbo from the corner of ranboos eye...<333

its actually really relieving to hear people like the way i write about romance as a concept in cough syrup because despite being an arospec person who has been in what i had considered a romantic relationship therefore you would think i have good experience in this, i actually have like the worst concept of what the standard relationship process is like much less how to describe being arospec. like im just particularly really fucking bad with writing characters' feelings towards each other but cough syrup has helped a LOT

i did a bit of research into the ciphers because im nto super familiar with them and the one that i called the vinegar one, i forget the actual name of it but someone on tumblr and or discord helped me with it, i hadnt heard of before. im familiarized with ciphers in a vague sense though since i did an ARG with some people a few years back but yeah

im SO glad that had a good build up i think building things up properly is what i spend the most time agonizing over in my writing overall

the reason you might have struggled with the ending translations is because i disatrously fucked up but whenever i take the time to go back and figure out what the fuck those translations were meant to be ill add it to the end notes LOL

this is such a wonderful ask thank you so much friend hope you're doing well <3333333

[jrueships]

What wips do you have rn 👀 elaborate pspspspsp

Too many wips.. thats what I have rn.. too many...

WJBFJEBF so the ones I'm most focusing on rn is the spiderman! Donovan/royce au!! So far I wrote the whole exposition and I'm working on the 'enticing incident' LMFAO it's upgraded from my last summary so I have more to write because I'm insane but yeah! It's the one I want done the most but I'm also gonna go on a trip with my buds to this place without wifi for like? Four days so 😭 I might have to finish it there and wait forever until I can post it! And I'm still unsure about the ending!!! THE STRUGGLE

a shorter fic I have in mind still is the russell waiting for kd at a table for two but he never shows up fic! I just really like writing russell widjsbf but not much action happens there! Many just dialogue and a lot of pg fashion/life roasting from Russell's inner dialogue. He's very judgemental of people who give off douchebag frat bro vibes but can't help but feel intrigued by them JABFJWB oh and he makes fun of pg simping for gold diggers

The fics I have written partly but put back in the burner are my donovan/jaylen fic, marcus/giannis, pg/kawhi jealousy fic, pg/kawhi sm*t fic, pg/kawhi space au, and john/trae patroclus and Achilles au! Mainly because they're super long and I get nervous about writing them too much and wasting all my muse on one thing, so I get scared and back off 😭 but I'll tell u the basic summary of them!!

💙 donovan/jaylen fic is based off the idea of donovan going grocery shopping and getting all mad at the thought of the clippers LMFAO. Basically he's at a grocery store getting flowers for his sports medicine doctor for always putting up with his bullshit (never wanting to sit down and relax so he can actually heal. Playing through the pain). But as he shops, he keeps finding the simplest shit that reminds him of the clippers. Like he sees a claw machine and thinks about Kawhi and how collected that guy is, just chillin in the upper stands, while his team is facing a possible defeat. Donny gets all frustrated because like?? He can't just do that? Just sit back and chill while his team is playing without him? Donny HAS to help, has to GET OUT THERE!! kawhi Doesn't... but kawhi is the one who won a championship. And donovan starts doubting his leadership skills and if he's really good for his team.. if he let them down by being Too pushy and Too in their faces.

+ and then when he's getting a cute card to go with the flowers, he spots one that says "you're the man!!" And he thinks about terance Mann and his great game against them, how proud pg, basically his mentor, was of him. And it makes donovan think about his loss and how he couldn't get that same pride out of Dwyane Wade.

Overall, everything makes him feel useless af and he almost kicks a shelf out of anger. But he calms himself down and goes back to the flowers because he actually only got this little dinky green plant still struggling to bloom? He got it for himself because he felt bad for it LMAO but he still needs to get flowers for his sports medicine doctor. He's goes back to the flower section and who does he see? JAYLEN BROWN all gussied up in his depression fit LMFAO.. but they both are. Jaylen and him try to joke but they're both tired and awkward so it sucks IABDKSBD they basically just ask what the other is doing there. Jaylen is just traveling rn because he got nothin else to do IWBDKS but he bought Deuce a souvenir gift! And he asks Donovan if he can help him put it in his trunk (but really he doesn't need donovan's help. He can pick the toy up himself. He just knows that Donovan is too stubborn to accept help when he needs it but he'll always try helping others out! So he wants donny to think he's helping jaylen but in reality jaylen is trying to help HIm because at the car he invites Donovan to go meet up at a hotel with him where they kiss and have sad *** to make themselves feel better WKBFKSBX) that's basically it!!!! I have literally everything written but the *** scene they're literally my weakness.. I love the emotions they make but I hate.. describing the actions it takes to make them?? Idk I just feel cheesy writing it? It's very tedious and boring to actually crank my brain for a synonym to 'moan' because I'm tired of using that word but it's the only word that really applies to that situation without sounding weird, yknow?? Just very tedious

💙💙💙 OK so marcus/giannis idk bro like... it's just taking so long IWBKENF idk what to say except giannis makes a ton of small jokes at marcus

💙💙 OK so pg/kawhi jealousy fic... BASICALLY the plot is LeBron hosts some big rich guy party for the NBA because I need a reason to write all these people that live far apart interacting together OKAY??? But anyways it takes place after 2020 lakers winning the championship! Pg convince the clippers to come or else they'll look bad for being the only team not coming and they media will have a field day with them, so the clippers join the party. Basically everyone who later team up in 2021 are talking to eachother LMFAO like James hardon+kyrie+kd are talking while russell westbrook and beal are bonding over dance moves with a jealous John wall pouting in the corner. Obligatory Marcus and giannis interactions because I can. Kyle and demar are laughing together. It's all goood until LeBron waltzes over with his weird ass feet and starts talking to kawhi. Hes being all Handsome and Strong and lowkey flexing his win. Its starting to make pg suspicious so he keeps intruding upon the conversation. His inner dialogue is basically a ton of lebron hate KABFKWB. LeBron sometimes comments back to pg but ends up kinda tuning him outta the conversation and sly dissing him to kawhi like "how does it feel talking to someone who doesn't hit the side of the backboard lol"

Pg is starting to get nervous because he's trying to compete against LEBRON over who's the better teammate for kawhi.. and with his current playoff history.. he's not gonna win. He keeps trying to get kawhi out of the conversation, but lebron keeps drawing him back in and pg ends up giving up or he risks looking like an overbearing girlfriend.. So he slinks off in hopes of distracting himself. Originally, pg thought KAWHI would be the one standing all alone awkwardly in the room with no one to talk to, but it's slowly becoming HIM who's the lonely one LMFAO. He tries joining in bradley and Russ's conversation because HEY!! Everybody leaves russ! Russ must be SUUUPER lonely and DESPERATE for someone to talk to him‼ especially when his old ex durant is out there plotting with his two hydra heads!! paul thought, anyways, but finds out russ is actually having the time of his life clowning around with beal !! That just makes pg even more envious and he walks away with zero satisfaction of feeling superior JABDJSB he tries talking to John wall like "this party fuckin sucks bro" but John kinda barks at him and pg gives up. He tries talking to marcus and giannis but that was a mistake because the two smartiest smartasses in the room start roasting him together so he's shunned back to pretending like he's getting 700 thirsty women in his dms, AKA pretending like he got a text on his phone while he leans alone on a wall LMFAO. After glancing up periodically (and casually) to see if kawhi is still talking to lebron, he later gives up on playing popular and goes to hide in the bathroom like a fucking loser WHDJBFJEBD in summary he kinda broods and steams about how much he hates lebron and how he's 'so much better than him' and he's just thinking of petty insults against him to try and convince the kawhi in his mind not to leave him for lebron. He gets really mad and punches a mirror, but thank God lebron is playing bass boosted music so no one at the party hears it.

But, demar ends up knocking on the door. He needs to shit. So pg is like.. what do I do with this broken mirror and my bleeding hand.. so he tries to keep demar out and they banter and eventually demar notices its kinda weird for pg to be huddled up in the bathroom instead of partying.. he must be getting high or smthin. So he's like "that's fucking stupid. He can go get high in one of lebrons 700 rooms. Why The bathroom." So he just opens the door LANKDN and sees The Scene.

At first he's like "are u paying for that.." to which pg responds with "uhhh. I tripped and hit my head on it" (while clutching a bleeding fist) but then he realizes OHHH pg must be ... OH is he.. no.. he can't be limp wristed... blah blah they end up bonding over their funny situations: demar being jealous of kawhi and feeling like kyle thinks he sucks because of him. Pg being jealous of lebron and feeling like kawhi thinks he sucks because of him. Blah blah it's a bittersweet ending pg becomes a little less of a jerk blah blah I haven't finished it because I'm stupid and WEAK

💙💙💙💙 pg/kawhi space au is just too long I have to be in the mood to write it or I end up dismissing good details I could have included if i wasn't in such a burnt out mind!

💙💙💙 pg/kawhi sm*t fic I gotta be in the mood to detail the h*rny right 😭😭

💙💙💙 john/trae patroclus and Achilles is mainly just an idea but with no plot!

But yeah!!! Those are SOME of my wips!! This post is really long tho so I'll just shout out those!!!@ thank u for the interest tho that's so cute 😭😭😭 it helps me write more when I have a plot lined up to look off of and remember ideas so this is really helpful to me too!!! I'll be shocked if u read this far tbh!! But anyways THANK U ALWAYS FOR THE ASKS, ANON!!!!!

[zagisbi]

I played a run with the new update last night, here are some impressions (in the order I remember them happening):

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

ACHILLES IS SUPER HANDSOME AND NOW HE JUST EXISTS ALWAYS

New cosmetics in the house 😭😭😭 I'm too poor for this

THE WEAPONS... THE DARKNESS BOOST ANIMATION GOT A GLOW. UP.

New Daedalus Hammer options? 👀 Count me IN

The hand... Chain... Things? Awful. (But excellent)

The new miniboss? Suck my dick that fight sucked and was very scary 😭😭 (8/10)

Chaos still out here lookin like a SNACC and I can't wait to get all of their new boons

New rooms? GORGEOUS

CHARON REALLY BE OUT HERE GIVING LOOKS! MONSTERFUCKERS WON!

THE RAINBOWS WHEN YOU GET BOONS NOW???? HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

No seriously mfers said "give the gays everything they want" AND MEANT IT!!!

The new burrowing mfs and circle spread witches can honestly eat a brick Asphodel is truly a punishment now (9/10 tho)

LERNIE OUT HERE GETTING NEW HORNS 😭😭 KILL IT QUEEN (but that increased range almost killed me so 😶)

Okay but deadass the heads that spit out the things that make enemies spawn? Those suck. Hated that. (6/10)

WAIT THAT DIONYSUS BOON THAT MAKES THE FOUNTAINS HEAL YOU TO FULL? BITCH THAT CAME IN MF CLUTCH

I would Die for Hermes (this has not changed since he was introduced)

I've always hated Elysium. The new rooms are way worse (especially bc I was using the bow which isn't my best weapon) and I got my ass beat but the FOUNTAIN SAVED ME DIONYSUS IS 👌WE STAN LIKE 6 MEN

Okay also the fact that the shops don't give you death defiance until you need it? 😳 THAT IS SO SEXY OF THEM

NEW ITEMS INCLUDING THE CENTAUR SOULS YES PLEASE

Charon is still sexy

SUPERGIANT CALL ME I THINK YOU SHOULD ADD ISIS AS YOUR NEXT GODDESS AND I WILL GIVE YOU AN ESSAY EXPLAINING WHY AND ALSO WHAT ABILITIES SHE COULD HAVE

I found that shield guys were easier to fight and that's probably just me BUT I'll give it to them anyway

THANATOS IS STILL MY BOY(FRIEND) AND I LOVE HIM VERY DEARLY AND NOW KILLING ENEMIES WITH HIM IS ACTUALLY A COMPETITION

I love that they made Theseus such an ass because my drive to beat him goes up like 700% every time I talk to him so thanks for that and the new dialogue

ATHENA CAME FOR MY WIG DURING THAT FIGHT THO I'M SORRY I WENT TO CHAOS INSTEAD OF YOU

(Not really tho bc Chaos is 😳 if you know what I mean)

OKAY THOSE TUNNELS MURDERED ME I LOST 2 DEATH DEFIANCES AND I DIDN'T EVEN DO THE BOSS ONES LIKE- WAS I OUT OF PRACTICE OR WAS THAT SO MUCH HARDER?

ALSO HADES FUCKING ATE ME LIKE NO SHIT. I BROKE MY 6 WIN STREAK AND IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS GREEDY AND USED THE BOW AT THE HIGHEST HEAT I COULD BUT STILL... HE'S SO MUCH HARDER TO FIGHT THAN HE WAS BEFORE AND HIS BLOODSTONE (SKULLSTONE?) REGEN IS HELLA UNFAIR IMHO

Anyway after I got crucified and sent home, I bought the Dionysus poster because I love him and his new boons

That new bed is killer

I've been playing this game since before Asphodel even existed and before they added most of the weapons and I'm very late game but I have to say, this is probably my favorite update even if I miss some aesthetic things like the old god(ess) icons and stuff like that. This is one of my top 5 videogames ever so keep killing it Supergiant. There is so much I haven't seen and this was after just one run, so I can't wait to see more!

Anyway sorry I tried to make this funny and hope some people like it. 😘✌

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Ok, honestly I don’t know if you guys really wanna know even but eh, here it is!

Achilles Heart

So as you all know, I’m a sucker for my muses. For a very long time, this fic was only about JK. I’ve fairly admitted that Jk in this fic was dedicated to @yoonia. By the time I formulated the character for the reader’s MC, she was already going to be a product of her situations and not a person. Taehyung was added at the very end and I think he was the easiest one to come up with even if he took the longest to show up in the plan.

Originally, JK was the one in whose POV we were going to see the story unfold. Like I said, the story was just JK with reader responding to him and his decisions. we’d see her reactions through a filter of his guilt and emotions but i scrapped that because what kind of message does that send? I know it’s a story but still. So i created the piece with MC and yes, she’s still just a reaction but I want her to be active for her ownself. Which is the point of the work. You CAN ALWAYS LEAVE WHAT HURTS YOU EVN IF YOU LOVE IT. You can find love, purer love elsewhere - even if it’s from you.

I enjoy writing the friendships between the characters most. I ADORE Yoongi (heh, surprise?!) and MC’s friendship and he’s going to be so important if not he already is. It’s not still here but interactions between JK and Joon and Jimin an Tae are coming too wink wonk!

As a spoiler! There will be interaction between Tae and JK too...! 

Bed Bereft

Another swerve in the highways fic under my belt! This fic is extremely special to me because I think I carved Taehyung and Jin from a part of my soul, excuse the sap. I loved these characters even before they decided to come to life.

Alright, so firstly, the fic was supposed to be dirty, dirty smut. There was no essence whatsoever in this one. But like I said, at that point both TaeJin were just folks I was going to write ABOUT. Once they became actual muses (I swear they actually come to life, it’s a problem.) They told me to stuff it and get out of the way. Then they took over and you have the final piece.

Also, I know a lot of people have something against Joy’s character (yep, my friend personally told me she would hit Joy over the head) but like she’s one of the most important characters in the fic. If Irene is common sense, Joy is a kick in the ass. For both MC and Tae. Without her, MC would never grow a spine and without her, Tae would never make a move.

I almost miss Namjoon, even if he would only add to the Drama. Just a mention, but I’m such a sucker for those dimples.

Belladonna

For a very long time, (maybe i still am) i was on the tenterhooks whether I was actually going to be writing this fic. It is very personal and as a couple friends know, this is a fic documenting a very dark time in my life. Finally it was thrown at me that this could be treated as a self healing exercise rather than just a story.

Picking Yoongi for “him” was the easiest decision. Not because I picture him like that because again as I have said before, he is the easiest one I find to mold to the muse I want. He actually listens lol. Also, because I find with Yoongi, the angst comes off so much more painful and I really want to put a lot of pain in this one - just so I could ply it with some catharsis.

As reality based, this fic is, some aspects will of course be still be fictional. This is more to make it a make believe way to heal rather than anything else - although I think there’s also the part of trying to keep a modicum of my private life private.

Cheers!

[cinnamaldeide]

Left to his own devices, quietly pursuing an entertaining, innocuous pastime, Hannibal Lecter would favour the toughest readings. Warming himself in front of a brightly roaring fire with a light Chianti in hand and an esoteric book on his lap, he could contempt himself with his evening plans.

Considering his own uncooperative facial injury physically prevented the smooth course of their intense conversations, Will dreaded Hannibal would find their circumstances rather frustrating, insufferably tedious, an elusive yet not subtle incentive from primordial and cruel deities to search for creative ways to employ his destructive energies. With great relief, Will found instead himself silently admiring his convalescent figure, more often than not comfortably settled on the sofa, blanketed in unsightly plaid, antibiotics and Ovid.

Reading in Latin, of course.

Despite himself, Will couldn’t envision himself occupying the vacant spot by his still recovering side, peeking over his shoulder, commenting on his wine selection, until Hannibal deemed it appropriate to remove the stitches from his sore cheek and Will had to rest his head on his thigh, waiting for Hannibal to comply.

His skin required the application of an adequate medications at regular intervals to properly heal, Hannibal announced. He would administer the antiseptic for Will after dinner every night, massage his scar tissue for twelve minutes to facilitate its absorbing, establishing a routine that would inevitably relieve their recent diet of touch starvation.

To simulate a semblance of indifference for the both of them, Hannibal maintained his customary late night reading, offering to substitute his Metamorphoses with a novel of Will’s choosing to read aloud. “You pick,” Will acquiesced. “As long as it’s in English,” he specified briefly after, just to be safe. Will would have liked to believe it was superfluous, but he knew better.

Previous to their glorious dragon hunt, in an existence they left behind, Will never imagined willingly lying down on Hannibal Lecter’s crossed legs, relaxing to the circular motion of deft fingers on his own numbed face, gently soothed by his calm voice as Hannibal hymned the deeds of yet another fictional version of Achilles’ prowess. Redundancy hardly ever bothered him in any case.

“The fight calls for me once again to the battlefield. I want to tame that young, defiant god of war,” Hannibal intoned, borrowing fierce lines from threadbared pages to describe the Greek hero. “Ten thousand suns, melted in an orb of ardour, wouldn’t shine as brightly as my triumph, my triumph over him.” Will briefly stirred at the familiar image. Lovers on different sides of the field, prasing and yearning their opponent’s fervour.

“I want to see him at my feet in the dust, the reckless man that disrupted in this glorious day of slaughter my victorious elation, like no other before,” Hannibal continued reciting Penthesilea’s urgent words with enviable emphasis, as if those belonged to him instead of the Amazonian queen soon to rush into combat. “I want to plunge into the thick of the battle, where his sneering self awaits me, and submit him to me or not live at all.”

Loosening his rapidly tightening shoulders, Will allowed himself to close his eyes and absorb his passionate words, painting with vivid colours the gruesome scenes in his own lethargic mind. The ointment on his skin would dry shortly. He could be patient until then, even enjoy Hannibal’s performance.

Unsurprisingly, the evocative dialogues and tragic events didn’t become less dramatic in the course of the narration, love kept impetuously feasting upon the protagonists’ unsettled minds, but Hannibal’s wandering fingers slowly, steady migrated from his nursed cheek to his sideburn, before venturing in his hair. Lightly, kindly.

Conscious as Will was of Hannibal’s therapeutic need for tactile stimulation, he didn’t protest about the attentions, yet the juxtaposition of cruel vicissitudes and soft caresses remained stunning. It gave him a strong, staggering sense of lightheadedness, which preempted further complaints on the subject of the drama.

Will could admit his own dormant yearning for unthreatening physical contact, although expecting it from Hannibal without repercussions was probably more than a little bit insane. He felt like he needed to be distracted from such a line of thought. “I swear you sound like you’re translating right now and adapting it to our experience,” Will observed, expecting Hannibal’s correction for his unlikely assumption.

When none came, Will turned to stare openly at him. He briefly contemplated asking an elaborate variant of Seriously or What the actual fuck, instead opting for concentrating on the most obvious conclusion about their chosen drama Will could ever draw. “She eats him in the end, doesn’t she.” […]

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Imagine Hannibal reading a book, playing with your hair as you lay in his lap