#god i dont have the energy to make another book when i dont even know if Traversées is ever gonna see the light of day

[kirbyddd]

barkbarkbark Riichi Book I's writing is like screeching chalkboard to my game designer's, translator's, and writer's ears all at once

it's got great concepts buried in there but it's in like the most anti-comprehension packaging conceivable

[maryhadalittlehobby]

Recap of IWTV Screening and Conversation at 92stY

(Please dont repost/reupload my pics or vids from here or IG anywhere else. Sharing/linkinh is ok. Thanks!)

I started the day with a fang gang meetup hosted by Black Girl Talks Fangs. The restaurant was cute and the food great. I'm not a big wine drinker but got a blood red Chateau in honor of the occasion. After, we headed over to the event space.

In my experience attending different events there, the actors typically come in just before the event starts or a few minutes into the screening.

In this case- it was both.

Eric strolled up super casual and had a convo with myself and a few other fans asking if we had read the books and what we were looking forward to. He gave a parting message that the season is amazing and he is not just saying that because he is part of it. I believe him. He was super personable and down to earth.

Delainey arrived next and again kind and generous with her time. She has a very chill energy. Her outfit was more casual this day but I thought chic and the face card never declines. Her makeup artist does her right! And can we talk about that sleek ass ponytail

She complimented my cosplay and said she thinks my beret might be the screen accurate one!

She asked to touch it and said mine was softer!

She also said Carol Cutshall gifted her the beret so she owns Claudia's.

I put this cosplay together in 3 weeks which is barely enough time. Thankfully I had the idea knocking around since October when we first saw this fit in the trailer that dropped at NYCC 23.

Myself and a few fans waited till about 15 minutes into the start of the screening before we gave up on waiting for Jam Reiderson.

While running to the screening I nearly literally ran into Rolin. I asked for a quick pic which he obliged.

The episode was amazing. Very much on par of season 1 so far. Can't wait to see the full thing. Delainey fit into Claudia seamlessly.

The panel itself was great as well. I have a few vids in my IWTV highlight on IG and a few others in an upcoming youtube video I will make AFTER the episode drops. There are some spoiler bits plus 92Y is dropping the full panel too after the ep airs.

Highlights include watching Jam Reiderson literally communicate telepathically- what was the fun on set story?!

Sam slapping Jacobs' lower inner thigh in front of god (Rolin) and everyone.

Working together is like putting on an old glove. An old sock?! Lol what. 'Is that dirty?'

Assad trauma dumping on main. "Armands lost...like me." "I'm intimidated by the cast" Sir please!

Assad also being spicy saying he thinks Armands memory of Lestat is pretty accurate. Drag him king😄

Delainey and Jacob gushing about how they immediately bonded and established their father/daughter/sibling vibes.

Eric calling Jam puppies and Jacob saying "I'm a grown man a parent"lol Sir you are a baby girl as evidenced by

Rolin saying that's a book and this is a show. To me that said was book lovers have the book and you always will but this is a new thing that respects the source but isn't tied down to every single detail.

Then Sam saying there are contradictions even within the series. Please lets talk about it.

And I love this new narrative everyone is spinning, even Sam, who seemed to be in the Lestat is right and Louis is lying boat last press go round. Now everyone is saying there is no right and wrong or truth and lies-the story is told by different people with different perspectives and that's all. Which yes! that's ALWAYS how I saw it! Just because Lestat became the main character and most favored doesn't mean he is infallible.

Jacob and that plushie. Who would have imagined he'd love it so much. Another fan was coming with their Lestat. I don't know if they had intentions of giving it to Sam but sadly they didn't make it.

After the panel I went back to the spot and aimed to get Jacobs signature on my Street of Immortality print which I managed.

I would have loved to get Sam's to but I also wanted to give other fans the chance to get photos and autos. I was already so lucky.

They signed for a loooong time. So long I thought our side wouldnt have a chance or only a few people would. Turns out fans were conducting mini interviews with them lol Someone needs to collect all the questions and answers.

Also they are the smallest cast you've ever seem. Pocketbsized. Everyone one of them is so unassuming.

Overall I had a super good time. The audience vibes were immaculate. The person beside me during the screening/panel was losing their shit then apologizing. But honestly I was here for it lol

Also you could 100% tell it was an audience full of the online fandom.

I ended the night checking out the Time Square ad. It was awesome to see our vamps represented. Hopefully we get a ton of new fans from all the amazing marketing this year.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

mythborning in the year of our lord 2024

do we think about how ryan and aster probably never fully accepted connor being dead. after the first day reset and shit i mean. theyd go to bed, silently hoping tomorrow theyd wake up and itd be like that day never happened, hell maybe they get set back again to the day of the big game. and they both just. they dont want to think of the idea that connors gone.

asters the one who trys to fight for him back. she makes up new reasons and such as to why hes not gone, ways they could possibly bring him back (it doesnt help that in this state she sounds so much like him about his brother). she looks through her dads artifact collections, seeing if any would make sense in any way to bring him back to life, losing care of its cost. she even tries to find his book or something of its nature, but finding that, if even possible, doesnt help because its a book made to kill not bring to life again. i dont imagine asters religious, not in the sense that she doesnt think gods are real (one is her mother), but that she never felt a pull to worship one. for the first time in her life, she tries to pray. she prays to her mother, reciting every word and performing every detail, squishing the tears from her eyes because god she cant let herself be seen so broken by this boy infront of a divine being and sure its the first time shes tried reaching out like this but she just needs one chance to talk to her. of course, whether or not it works and she sees her, she doesnt revive him. the day doesnt reset and he comes back to life. and somewhere inside her she knows this couldnt have worked, shes the daughter of a goddess and knows the balance of mortality and immortality. shes known he was gone the moment the rats attacked. thats why she fought so hard, because the small amounts of divine energy she held surely could beat what has been written by those above her just this once, just for him.

ryan doesnt let himself break. he has a floatball team to be on and an act to keep up and a friend who needs him. he doesnt have the ability to stop and let himself process how hed join in the bullying of "con-nerd" and how he gave ryan that hug before going to that gym and getting to see the vulnerable sides of connor when he talked about or even showed them (he probably showed him his friends) his brother. sure, he may know what its like to have lost family and connor was close in a way similar (might be a small shipper of those two. what of it. /lh they can be friends too ofc) and now hes gone and hell never get to hear him call ryan stupid when hes wearing his goofy grin or does something actually dumb. ryan, whos meant to be strong, let his friend get crushed by rats. and he wont break. he'll just tell gary to fuck off when hes caught tearing up after a floatball game because he had to look in the stands and know that connors not gonna be there selling hotdogs again. he can just put another lie in his act when hes looking in these history textbooks and say he wasnt thinking of olden magic usages and how they might be able to bring him back, closing his eyes so he doesnt gaze on them.

it takes ryan grabbing asters wrists and looking her dead in the eyes and telling her "i dont fucking like it, but connors gone. you know it. i know it. this is just gonna hurt you more. please. i cant lose one more person." it takes her looking in ryans eyes to see how theyre tired and dried out and his muscles seem to instinctively hold up a smile and how his grips just slightly too strong and yet he just is so tired and wants more then anything his best friend back. his breaths getting shakey and louder and he starts sniffling and she just grabs him down and they become sobbing messes of kids on the floor because god fucking damn it connors gone and nothings magically fixing this and nothing will be the same ever again.

it takes them a bit to figure out where his gravestone is. its empty. they should have honored him sooner, they know it, but they just wanted to hope that it wasnt just connors memory they had left living.

[dvmbgvtz]

who wants another scythe rant??? am i hearing a yes😍😍 (spoilers for all books includong gleanings, also this is copy and pasted from discord so it might be a little funky)

ok ok thinking about the end of the toll because it’s SUCH A GOOD FUCKING ENDING. also thinking about Volta because I’m never not, anways the Toll first because I’ve read that book twice and it’s SIX HINDRAD AND TWENTY FIVE PAGES. And that’s, like a lot of pages, times two, SO. I think the ending is so so smart because first off, the vault, it ends all the scythes but not like ends, like it ends their jobs and the fact that Faraday still helps well the people die from the plagues is so cool and ALSO a reference to the beginning of the first book which is like my favorite thing ever it’s so smart and UGHHH also the fact that all the tonist bodies got supplanted if that’s how you spell it, AND CURIE CAME BACK. which makes me want to know who else got brought back out of everyone, I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE that the Thinderhead supplanted Volta into one of the bodies because it saw that he didn’t want to be a scythe and liked killing people and then supplanted-Volta was on Rowan and Citra’s planet and met again and it was happy because JESUS CHRIST THIS BOOK IS SO SAD I NEED PARTS OF IT TO BE HAPPY, Also Jeri and Greyson dumb little part “I’m going to miss you” “Me too” “Better go to your ship” “I’m not leaving?” “Me either” THEYRE SO STUPID, NO ONE GETS THEM LIKE ME YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDD they’re so in love I CANT handle it and oh jdbdjsjbfjf my LORD, like Greyson not understanding the fact that “Oh! I don’t care if Jeri is a girl or boy, oh well it doesn’t matter” and he’s just actually confused about it for like half the book, also also ALSO. the Thunderhead. Because oh my god the way that it talks about Greyson makes me want to scream and cry and THROW UP because it loves him so much and spends so much time and energy and attention making sure Greyson ok, even just in the second book but especially in the Toll, then Greyson shuts it out which is so sad and the Thunderhead was so sad about it, it cried, it rained for so long then it was alone I CANT DO THIS Also in Gleanings with Cirrus when it didn’t understand how to greive because it didn’t have anything to make rain like the Thunderhead did so it dimmed the lights :(( then it was so scared the whole time AUUGHGGNGNHN anyways. But then the Thundehead was so so lonely and it’s so sad because it had never been lonely before and the book was like “The Thunderhead had never been devastated before, but it found out what it meant to be truly inconcosible” obviously not a direct quote but I can’t remember and jsbgjfbfbfh I can’t it’s litterely so tragic and the fact that I’ve cried over this book is dumb but JESUS CHRIST DUDE how does someone just write that?? I’m super excited for the show because I want to see how it’s gonna portray the Thunderhead (even though there isn’t as much of it in the first book but whatever) and UGHFBBG I can’t I quite literally can not, it might be my second favorite character because HFHFHGBG it’s so sad and so well written and the fact that it’s supposed to be this all powerful being and still acts like how it does is so special to me no one gets this book like me YOU DONT UNDERSTAND Hi!

ok so I’m not saying that Greyson SHOUDNT have shut the Thunderhead out, it was reasonable considering that the Thunderhead USED Jeri’s body and basically possessed her (it’s not cloudy) which I don’t think was talked about enough still, or it just isn’t talked about enough in the aoas community in general but there’s barely a fandom so it’s whatever I GUESS. but it was like “Greyson saw the Thunderhead in Jeri’s eyes” WHATST THATS SO COOL AND NO ONE JUST GONNA TALK ABOUT IT?? like the Thunderhead USED JERI AS A BODY, A BODY FOR IT TO DECIDE IF HUMANITY AS A WHOLE WAS WORTH SAVING. it’s so oh my god idek the right word for that scene to be honest, then RIGHTFULLY Jeri was upset about it, I mean she did fucking PASS. OUT. afterwards, imagine you meet some random twink you think is close then this all knowing AI that rules the world but its favorite person is the twink POSSESS YOU, AND JUST USED YOUR BODY TO WATCH THE SUNRISE, and also touch Greyson cheek which is technically the exact moment Cirri was made fun fact!! But then it leaves and you just, collapse then even after she wakes up the book talks about how she freaks out and flips Greyson off of her and, is scared, it scared her, and Jeri is barely scared in the book, even when the place they had been staying with Citra was getting attacked and people had died and were still getting revived, they weren’t panicking or anything, but after the Thunderhead possess them they were scared ☹️

[calebwittebane]

gaia update!

her next appointment is later today, still monitoring the new tumor before we decide on the next step... sure hope this time chemo ends up being enough, i really dont want her to have to go thru yet another surgery. its a risk every time for an older cat like her. plus its in a difficult spot this time, close to ligaments and stuff. also, and i know its a strange thing to say, in this case her loving me so much actually constitutes something a problem... she fully wakes up the second she hears my voice or smells my presence, when it wouldve been better for her to sleep off the nausea and grogginess for a little longer 😭 but at the same time i dont wanna wait longer to pick her up because i know she'd be very very upset to wake up while i wasn't there. babyyyy

right now shes feeling and looking okay though. she got some anti-inflammatory shots on monday to help with her teefies, cuz her gums had been hurting (probably its cuz her immune system aint doing so hot rn), and it really helped. she ate a LOT yesterday and seemed really content about it. full tummy gaia :) the problem with her and her teeth is that it's kind of a recurring issue, once again probably stemming from her immune system getting kinda overwhelmed, and it makes it hard for her to eat her kibble (even if the bikkies are small, and soaking them isn't an option because she will NOT touch soggy bikkies even if she's very hungry). while id love to just switch her to wet food full time, that makes her poops very soft (very bad news for her and her funny furry pantaloons) and i... dont have the budget for it... i wouldnt give her and amity anything with a vague ingredients list and without stellar reviews, and high quality wet food in the "full meals every day" quantity is just not something i can afford. so she gets a nice spoonful of her favorite wet food (or canned tuna! she loooooves tuna) after taking her meds and thats it. i love that since its a reward for swallowing her pills, and amity gets the wet food too, amity always stands close and bonks gaia beforehand, like she's encouraging her and saying good luck... amity has been very nice to gaia in general lately. i mean she's still a bit of a nuisance to her, just because their personalities clash a little, but shes been trying hard to be very gentle. i loooooove amity's new habit of kissing gaia's paws. it's so sweet and adorable... thats right amity, your big sister is very fancy and chic, with dainty pawsies that need to be kissed!

she's also been very playful, which is good. she's got energy! and a new favorite toy, once again its part of a larger toy amity customized for herself (ripped parts off of) and it's this soft fuzzy orb thing. she's also been a little whiny, but i'm pretty sure that's just her complaining about the heat, it's not uncommon for her in summertime. she feels better when the fan is pointing at her. oh and she hates the lawnmowers outside... i dont wake up from the noises i wake up from her yelling at the noises ajdhfbxkdj. shes so annoyed.

wish it were easier to get a pet groomer appointment in this doggone town. a lion cut would definitely help her cope with the temperatures. plus knowing how funny she looks when her fur is wet id love to see her BALD she would look soooo funny. all the places with good reviews are always fully booked though it seems. swear to god this is all such a scam, Back In My Day if your cat was in surgery you could ask the vet to go ahead and give them a lion cut while they were still under anesthesia lmao. my own clippers just don't work with her fur either, it's too fine and soft. the cons of being a fluffy cloud... a toasted meringue angel... a lovely tiramisu girl... a silly baby s'more... a caramel frappucino princess...

[zealotofthecrimsoncloud]

Position talk ;p

Okay so I truly feel like only a handful are viable. No karma sutra craziness here lol no pretzeling.

I'm just gonna shoot from the hip and you can add and discus as you'd like <3

Doggy is always a good go to for alot of reasons. I'm a lover of the body and it gives me a wonderful view of ass, back muscles, movements I soak up the little details! Plus being able to put my body weight down and really rutt into someone is other worldly. Not to mention the things they/I can do from the bottom (disclaimer I have yet to have the pleasure of bottoming or really ventured into that space unfortunately). I'm a sucker for matching the rhythm of the thrusts, pushing back onto them ugh!!! Reaching back and feeling them up, making out from behind all of it!

I'm also a big sucker for being ridden like just letting me lay back and be used and enjoyed while I get to absolutely admire and worship your body! Like I said details details details I'm looking at all of them, also hip grabbing no matter the position is the best thing to ever be ever. Reverse isn't something I've had any real experience with outside seeing other people do it but fuck if it wouldn't absolutely melt my brain. I'm a horny mess as it is so you give me anything and I'm absolutely addicted.

Oh oh oh big fan of bigspoon, littlespoon cuddleducking oh gods do I love that!!!! Cuddling on the couch and watching TV and suddenly pulling your bottoms down and slowly fucking them while hands roam bodies gods take me now lol. I truly am a slut and will match your horny energy as best I can!

Anywhere for the most part is game for me I'm not super shy when we get me to that comfort level. Whatever position we need to pull off to make whatever space we are in to work I'm 100000% down. Hell I know alpg of people consider 69ing to be impractical but holy hells do I absolutely love someone putting their weight down on me and letting me enjoy a full meal! Head is something for me that is so interesting to me, I haven't really had it done much at all to me. The partners I have/had just didn't have the want to reciprocate or even the desire to give me that solo pleasure. So I have this sorta obsession with it lol.

Mim a service switch so I'll do what you want me to lol.

Throwing legs over shoulders is always super fun! Like full mating press! (Breeding kink goes burr) I really tiptoe into the few sexual encounters I've had because I can become so ravenous with partners. I love sex so much and if you have that same energy I can't keep my hands off you. I just lose myself in it.

Oh another one that just came to mind but any form of standing/carrying positions!! While difficult at times oh gods does it do something to me. Like I always imagine someone standing behind me or vise versa perking me off and whispering just the dirtiest things.

Speaking of dont let anyone tell you hand stuff isn't worth doing! I use to be on that boat but I was fooling myself. Touch me, kiss me, lick me, suck me, bite me I do not care just as long as you make me yours!! Like if you actively show me that you want me physically I'm over the moon!

Not a position per se but texting, pics, phone sex definitely counts in my book. Super into it! Long distance relationships are something I have no issue with whatsoever, I will make time for you as much as I can :p. Finding ways to keep that flair alive is so so fun! You just get so innovative with ways to please your partner!! Ugh I'll for sure have to do a part 2 to this or if people respond I'll just continue talling there im on Like 2hrs sleep in 48hrs (sleepy sex is my favorite as well lol)

[7amonathursdayinoctober]

WE GOT THE FUCKIN NETFLIX PPL AAAAAHAHAHAHHAA

I DONT HAVE TO RELY ON MY FATHER FOR IT ANYMORE ITS JUST US YYYYYESSSSSSSSS

Spn here I come

Just random stuff abt my weekend that i dont wanna make another post for below :] (its a rlly long post and not spn related you don't have to read lol)

I won't be watching any (spn) tonight bc I've been working on my room for the past 2 days, (so glad i had music for all this) I haven't had a properly set up room in a long time, I had no dresser, still no bed technically (I sleep on a beanbag, out of choice) and no storage. Everything i have was shoved in 2 large Uhaul boxes and piled in my closet for the past couple of years, I've still got books shoved in said closet (no bookshelf yet)

Yesterday (friday) we got a dresser, a side table, and a desk/dresser thing with a mirror, also a headboard! (Bc of the headboard I'm being forcibly given a bed which is gonna take up a lot of space in my already cramped room but I'll make it work) so I was cleaning a LOT of junk, lots of de-cluttering, sorting, moving, storing, and trips to the garbage on the first day (Friday) then I had to organize everything I decided to keep, shove it all in one big box bc while i was fine for the first few hours of this endeavor, I drank an energy drink (monster) and an XXL mavrick slurpee (blue raspberry if you care) thing at around 3 after getting all that stuff (dressers) up a set of stairs and into a car and truck, I was so out of it by 11 that I would stare at whatever I was trying to sort for a solid minute before putting it back in the box I was trying to sort it OUT of, it was lots of fun/sar . Luckily, I didn't throw up bright blue slurpee

Sleeping wasn't the best bc even tho I kept sweeping my room, there was lots of junk that ended up stuck to my clothes, which then got into my sheets, very nasty

On the second day (Saturday) i had to take everything out of the box i shoved it into the night before so i cauld bring the dressers into my room and put everything in them, (the tote box everything was in took up to much space and had to be taken out so the dressers could be brought in) which was fun (one of them totally got stuck between the door frames lmao, small hallways yknow?) Next step was to put everything away, now organized, into and on the dressers, some stuff was put on the closet shelf/floor, and I even hung some stuff up on the walls. But we finally got to a good stopping point! (Thank god)

I need to wash my sheets and a shower, but im tired. Tomorrow, I'm just gonna relax :]

If yall want pictures (bc I defo took a few), let me know, and I'll make a separate post for them in the morning when i wake up and am more coherent :]

[elvencantation]

@thursdayplaid thoughts/predictions for harrow the ninth

harrows hallucination is not new. nice to know. (she had that question after the first bit. we just finished chapter two and paused to chat)

whether she’s actually hallucination or seeing the body in a vision (is it internal or external) it doesn’t rly matter cause of what they cause to happen narratively. the result is the same

the body isn’t the first resurrection?

what would be the irony if you kill an entire planet to resurrect someone and that creates a crazy beast and then the person immediately just offs themselves (she means the body, though she did add this was more of a fun theory)

doesn’t like jod. he’s now a villain

he doesn’t have to play nice. he’s the only person in the book who could pretty much do whatever he wanted

the fact that there is consequences to killing a planet- very satisfying. like our world is being killed by ppl we cant touch and even if we can they’ll be replaced

jod needs to get another hobby

very happy the planets are fighting back

he doesn’t deserve eyes that cool!! we need to invent a new color that’s bad just for him

what should happen is- actually killing a planet slowly also creates resurrection beasts except they take longer to show up

he doesn’t even deserve to look upon soup!!! and also broth. no broth for jod. or stew. banned

even tho now it makes sense in hindsight, she’s a little sad the body wasn’t Gideon and just that harrow couldn’t bear to say her name

harrows gonna resurrect the body. or gideon. or both. might be almost worth it to kill more planets just to have more creatures to go after the emperor

jod is like if someone took like a shell ceo and made him god

like to charge reblog to cast that harrow brings about the death of the emperor and does it like three more times

she said i could copy paste this as long as i also told everyone that i am the best

bonus thoughts/theories about gideon the ninth under the cut

we’re right before the pool scene she’s like- oh something about dulcinea is off not saying she’s the bad guy, not that this story really has bad guys and good guys, but the ways she react dont really add up

“also it seems too far fetched that gideon would be like- the kid of the emperor or something” 👀 “her eyes and her hair are just such a unique color and other characters seem to emphasize that and be like ‘i wonder where you’re from’ but i think it might be a bit too cliche for this story if she was the kid of the emperor”

also theorizing about all the ninth kids dying being a necromantic experiment “maybe they accidentally created a biological weapon?” “maybe gideon was the first person who was resurrected, and she like absorbed life energy. and when she was a child she accidentally absorbed the life force from the other children and as she grew older she became in tune with the planet so she didn’t have to absorb from other people anymore” (almost reverse lyctor?) maybe she was a created child, like the person wasnt actually her natural bio mom omg she just said “alternate theory- harrow absorbed all the children oh wait nvm forget that theory it doesn’t make sense”

“my theory is gideon finally ends up escaping at the end of the book and the next book is harrow trying to get her back, maybe not in a traditional sense”

“what’s in the tomb? a disease that killed the kids? the emperor? the first emperor? is it not a tomb at all but a prison??” is gideon the thing that used to be in the tomb? “i think what’s in there is the first and only resurrected creature and that for some reason it’s tied to the ninth house or the emperor or something like that. maybe it’s like the emperors power source or something’

the heads of the ninth house saw their kids were dying and tried to wake up the thing in the tomb that knows the secrets of immortality and resurrection and tell it to bring back the children only they open the tomb and oops it’s a baby (gideon) who isn’t really of use, maybe she has the secret in her but she can’t tell them or maybe they tried to synthesize a cure from the baby but were too late harrow opens the tomb and sees its empty, or sees the lock is broken, and when the parents are like- you’re in trouble harrow does uno reverse and threatens to call the emperor and tell him they released his immortality baby i dont actualy think gideon is the tomb baby, but if she was, it would make sense why they were so obsessed with not letting her leave

is this a plot to kill the emperor?

[flintox]

9-5 God.

"You uh--You look different today -Bill." Mitchell said after an awkwardly silent morning.

It was really the only thing he could say to describe how the goat looked. While Bill usually dressed very ordinarily for an office environment, the typical shirt and dress pants combo that society had deemed to be 'professional', today he'd forgone that for an ensemble that was comprised of a red bedsheet wrapped around his torso and three dress ties that had been tied together. Oddest of all though, was the fact that the normally 5'4" slim figured goat was now pushing nearly 13ft in height with muscles that could simply be described as 'massive'.

The goat, sitting haunched over his cubicle, having had to push the walls to the sides to fit his massive frame inside it to sit cross legged, sighed. "Yeah."

Mitchell took a sip of his coffee, trying not to seem like he was staring. The bobcat had done enough staring when the goat crawled into the office. "You've been hitting the gym?" Mitchell asked, trying to downplay the whole scenario.

The goat sighed again. "No uh-I uh--turns out i'm ascending to godhood."

"Godhood, huh?" The bobcat repeated.

"Yep." Bill nodded. "Happens to about on in every 5 billion people. It's genetic. Apparently one of my ancestors was a god." He looked up, craning his neck around and causing everyone staring to hide in their cubicles again before he locked eyes with his office neighbor. "It uh-It involves some changes."

"Yeah." Mitchell nodded. "You did seem a little bigger."

A slight shift of the goats thighs caused the cubicle next to it to move, scraping against the floor loudly before he stopped. "Uh-Yeah." Bill sighed. "I was eight feet tall last night."

He nodded solemnly, taking another sip of coffee. The bobcat stared for a moment as the giant moved, lifting one of those tree trunk sized arms to scratch his back, clearly struggling to reach spots there due to the new muscle mass. Even sitting down, his head scraped the ceiling and had already ruined the ceiling tiles in the bathroom and breakroom. "So uh- How big will you get?"

"Doctor didnt know." Bill admitted. "According to the history books, the last god was 'as large as a mountain'...whatever that means. They dont really give a specific mountain example."

"Should you be working since you're--well, since you're a god?" Mitchell asked, trying not to sound too direct.

Those chiseled, boulder like shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. "I asked for extra time off but i'm out of PTO and sick days." Bill admitted. "I kind of wasted those when Baldur's Gate 3 released."

Mitchell downed the rest of his coffee. "But how are you gonna work when you're mountain sized?"

"I asked the boss the same thing." Bill sighed, making the mistake of straightening his back for just a moment and dislodging more ceiling plates, causing them to rain down beside him. The goat didnt seem to have the energy to care. "He just told me that me being bigger just means i can get more work done."

"Ah." Mitchell sighed, twiddling with his empty mug in his hands. "Hey, since you're not gonna need it anymore, do you mind if I get your mug?"

The goat sighed. "Sure..."

[the-vibes-are-off]

The Stormlight Archive Volume 1: The Way of Kings’ Review: Chapters 20-23

link to contents page - https://at.tumblr.com/the-vibes-are-off/hey-hey/96xd9ohihrzs

Hello my dear sweet angels, it is me, I am back after a stressful ass week - final essay deadlines, dumb ass uni reading, consuming of alcohol, the touching of grass (pictured above as evidence to myself and everyone else that I do, in fact, go outside). While TWOK is definitely a reprieve from working, I have been so tired that I have found it difficult to muster up the energy to do read more than necessary so I have had to pick and choose days and only had time to write this up today.

Fret not! I am for sure still enjoying the book and these reviews will continue on :) I am thinking of writing up reviews weekly, every Sunday as it tends to be a more relaxed day of the week for me so expect these every Sunday unless stated otherwise (not as late in the day as this tho, I was napping ;P).

Spoiler Free Zone:

This part was majority Kaladin, including a cheeky flashback which you all know I love!

Its nice to see some wholesome bridge four interactions after so much indifferent to one another too, my little heart ;-;

I also got more of Wit, whose presence I will always be ready and waiting to receive. He reminds me of the vibe my friends and I have when were together and I think that’s why I love him so much as we dont see each other often with studying in different cities :((

***SPOILERS AHEAD***

Spoiler Zone:

Chapter 20 really had to start by ripping my heart out and dancing on it still beating with young Kaladin crying and the whole like was there a salve that stopped the tears thing after failing to save that kid. Like bro the chapter was like 2.5 pages long you cant be doing that Brandon :’’’’’)

To go from that to like giving me more reason to hate Sadeas even tho its not necessary by trying to make further example out of bridge four. Like ugh people who treat other humans as less than really boil my blood more than any other like villainous archetype bc its such a real thing and there is fully no excuse for it. Its becoming why I like Dalinar more and more as he is changing to become more progressive in his treatetment of others. Not to mention him roasting Adolin’s serial dating thats also a plus 

At least I had Wit in the next chapter to put more pep in my step. As a frequent roaster of the upper class with being a povo northerner, nothing delights me more than seeing others with the same sentiments as me :)) Plus the classis “oh *insert god or deity here*” “no just me” exchange is one of my fave ever since watching the shadowhunters movie as a kid so that was a welcome addition too.

The highlight tho has to be the bridge four relationships like by far. Rock and Syl friendship? iconic. Teft giving into helping and acc enjoying it to an extent? love to see it. Rock putting chull dung in Sadeas’ food? Literally cannot be topped ever.

P.S: This literally took so long to write bc I still had residual sleepiness from my nap omg this is to my future self to NOT write a review part just after waking up xD.

Tab Count:

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Lore - 1

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Cool - 6

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Hate this >:( - 4

Lore - 6

[bubblingstream]

been wanting to make another warriors blog for a while but i finally caved after writing up stuff about my new ocs and not knowing where to post it. im just copypasting this directly from an info dump i made so it's not extremely well organised LMAO but here are said OC ideas :]] im probably gonna spend quite a bit of time on this blog just building on them and drawing them tbh. that's the plan anyway

so imagine a cat becomes a medicine cat apprentice, and when they finally go to meet starclan at the moonpool instead of like.. awe, wonder, admiration etc. this idea of all powerful godly ancestors that can apparently predict fate and maybe even control it according to some cats, and watches them constantly.. fucking TERRIFIES this cat. like he is absolutely shitting his pants level afraid and he becomes gradually extremely paranoid about it all. he tries to keep doing the medicine cat stuff but eventually begs his leader to let him just become a warrior to try and get away from it as much as possible. and it helps but not.. a lot? hes still afraid and struggling.

it also turns out he's also had a pretty rough lot in life up til now, which doesnt help bc if these starclan cats control everything why has he suffered so much? what did he do to deserve it? bad things continues to happen and he questions it more and more. he feels like hes watched constantly and even like hes being punished for something he did, even though he doesnt know what his crime actually was. this makes things even worse.

at some point because of all this he runs off maybe? but he misses his family and clan and he also feels watched still no matter where he goes. and maybe something horrible happens to someone he cares for while hes gone and he blames himself for it because he left and thinks starclan decided to hurt his loved ones for it. so he becomes afraid to even leave the clans and doesnt attempt to run away again.

mind you, in the meantime starclan hasnt caused ANY of this. the things that happen are unfortunate coincidences. but he has no idea and after actually seeing what to clan cats basically counts as God Himself™️ hes a wreck. the books always show meeting starclan as a positive experience but i feel like it's something youd need at least some level of willpower for. youd need the right mindset. not just anyone can become a medicine cat and communicate with their ancestors. it's a big deal and some cats ,id think, just wouldnt be able to do it.

hes called whisperingstorm, he has a littermate called bubblingstream. his mother had other litters so he has many siblings but that's the one he knows best and grew up with. he also has an older brother maybe. dovesomething im thinking. bubbling has his own set of issues but im still figuring out how to make that work. another litter in his family is two more kits who are gonna have matching names, this serves to contrast bubbling and whispering who have conflicting names (they have rather different personalities but they also just. dont get along despite bubblings initial efforts to bond with whispering). bubbling as in excitable and upbeat, then when he grew up stream became his suffix bc hes actually rather.. not that basically. yknow how when ppl picture streams they see a calm, gentle stream that some would consider a relaxing visual? like that, as well as their family having a water/weather theme to their names. hes quiet and slow worded, not much to say. compare whispering, something quiet and soft, then when he got older his suffix became storm because of his explosive, high energy and honestly aggressive personality. so not only do they oppose each other in personality, their birth names themselves wouldve better suited them if theyd been swapped around as those are juxtapositions as well. whispering is loud and aggressive, bubbling is quiet and softspoken.

the reason whispering and bubbling dont get along is cause.. well, whispering is a prick, to be blunt. but hes like this as an active attempt to push people away bc of trust issues. he cares a lot about bubbling, he just also thinks anyone being close to him = him inflicting his 'bad luck'/'curse' (see: STARCLAN IS OUT TO GET ME) on others.

eventually it works and bubbling gives up trying to support his brother for his own sake because whispering goes anywhere from mildly mean to downright verbally abusive trying to get bubbling to go away and the guy cant really keep dealing with that. and whispering hates himself for it but he got what he aimed for so.. yeah.

not sure where im going next with this but i want. drama. but not murder. none of them are gonna be murdery. it's a very family issues and trauma and mental health kind of theme i want going on here. yeah someone will probably die bc that's just kinda a given in the clans but not from killing. i can enjoy warriors ocs that go and kill cats for one reason or another but between them and canon i want something different for once, and this is what i want to create to achieve that. plus running off somewhere and coming back to find out, say, a family member died of greencough or something? it's harder to pin a blame on anything material there. as opposed to a cat from a different clan outright killing them in battle or something.

this is where my blog url came from as you can all guess lol. that's all for now while i finalise things like the names of their other siblings, make solidified designs and come up with more stuff.

[doxiedreg]

Ask game: 2, 7, 22? :]

2. what's your favorite thing about your style I absolutely love the way I render things and how colorful and vibrant my art is! And! How I try to make the background a real environment for the character featured in it, even if abstract. I know that's 3 things but I think i deserve a lil confidence boost for myself 7. show us a WIP

god I have so many abandoned art pieces and also just concept sketches to visualise ideas. I'll throw in a few here, this is a question that can be asked multiple times

old thorn sketches im still very fond off, especially that big headshot

attempt number 300 to create a behemoth form for thorn that im satisfied with, i dont know why it's so fucking hard. I am not 100 percent happy with this one either. I just want him to feel unique, massive and heavy with some bull and big cat influence. I also want to include tusks since in mythology the behemoth is often elephant like

Vampire demon lord Thorn AU because i love putting my favorite boy in different constumes. again not satisfied with this design. Also haven't rped it in a while so my muse for it is gone at the moment but maybe it will come back some day. This thorn is so fucking angsty and bitter you have no idea. Has so many huge walls around his heart If you want to see more wips/unfinished graveyard pieces you guys will just have to send ask number 7 again 22. what inspires you? In my childhood, the dragonology books were a huge passion and creative influence for me. Especially the illustrations by douglas carrel. Another book illustrator that i was kinda obsessed with was chriss riddell, just love how detailed their illustrations are Ghibli studio's style I always love. Just watching their movies is such a treat, I always feel so full of inspiration. As for current inspirations? Honestly the artists I follow and the music i listen to. I always draw the best art when my spotify shuffle liked songs playlist has just the right flow and it fuels me! And when I see other artists share info on their characters or glimpses into their oc projects it makes me want to work on my characters!! And when my fav artists upload an art piece with such good shapes and colors and compositions?? Augh it makes me want to draw. Oh an animatics! I love watching animatics! Especially for musicals they are so fucking good and so many talented artists it fills me with joy. just gives me straight up shivers!! Another thing that fuels me is the reactions of you guys and my friends! I want to share my characters and art and use them to engage with people. Get them interested in my world, inspire them, just engage with the community, get talking! So yeah art is very important to me haha. Normally I get really mad when im in a dryspell like this but seeing how i drew 18 art pieces last month im cutting myself some slack haha, i deserve some rest after that, especially since my routine and energy levels are extremely wack right now, i need to recover. Heck that turned out way longer and more passionate than i expected, I hope you didnt mind the ramble! Feel free to send more questions owo

[worldwright]

good evening

i just learned that one of my friends (well, he's not, we're "worst enemies") is in the unit for the people who went to the psychiatrist emergencies. so the place i went after my attempt. so gonna see him with a friend tomorrow afternoon

i dont have any fucking energy and that'll probably trigger me tomorrow evening but we're not there now so im gonna see him and then im gonna cry alone in my fucking bed because when i was there he went to visit me, and im not a bitch for fucks sake

also. i somehow passed one of my classes last semester. fucking unbelievable but that's way too funny to inform my university lol. like i went only once in that class that last 2h and didnt even did the 2h because i had a horrible panic attack. so i passed my literature arabic class by doing nothin

i also made someone's day bc i doodled the design he went with for a character in his fic. i should be happy for him and all but rn im feeling next to nothing

i think, and i might be wrong, but the news about my friend may or may have not triggered me this evening. hopes it wont be worse tomorrow

but i didnt take my anxiety meds this evening so it should be part of why (my blister has an odd number bc my mother, that bitch, went and reorganized the part of my room where i keep my meds, and the blister ive started went into my bedside so i didnt see i didnt take my meds yesterday and since my meds are now in an odd number that's highly distressing for me so now i have to suffer bc a dickhead couldnt just keep her hands to her stuff)

have a wonderful morning my friend im gonna hide myself real quick from my emotions and read fanfics for the good of my pitiful life

oh god that sucks TwT I hope your friend (?) is getting the right care 🥺😭

& I also hope you'll take care of yourself-- if it would be too awful to visit, I hope you'll find a different way to support him

slightly obsessed with how your friend is also your mortal enemy lol

my friend is doing bad as well, still -- they figured out at least one of the problems & got meds for it, so that's a great step, but she's still having a terrible time while the meds do their work 😭😭😭 im just really glad that she's living with friends that can make calls for her and help her get places and bring her food n stuff. I'm not nearly as worried for her, knowing that there are ppl who love her in the same apartment

I met with the person who's catsitting for me this weekend, she's super nice and interesting :333 I feel really comfortable having her care for my kitties lol. unfortunately she's moving away next month :')))))))))))) so I'll have to find another new catsitter if I wanna travel overnight :'))))))

excited for the train ride tomorrow!! I need to bring that organization book again, I've been bad about reading it. lol. a book about organizing tips for adhd. hard to finish due to. the adhd

I hope you find some juicy fics to dive into tonight!! good luck tomorrow, take care of yourself <3

[kedsandtubesocks]

So im super stressed over my finals but reading you answering my ask made me giddy!!!

OMGS ANOTHER MYTHOLOGY GEEK WUUUTTTT

Im literally giggling rn!!!!!

Oh my gosh!!!thats so awesome seriously!!!!its rare to find people appreciate mythology!!!im so happy to find someone like me!!!!like,im always talking about mythology and my friends are like "holy shit how do you know all those?" And i have so many books about them!!!!

And your ideas are amazing!!!!omgs i cant wait!!!!! whatever you write I WILL READ WUTH MY SOUL!!!!

And about gojo,THIS MAN WONT EVER SHUT UP SPECIALLY IF HE FINDS SOMEONE HE LOVES!!!ITS JUST IMPOSSIBLE TO SHUT UP WHEN HE SPOTS HIS LOVE!!!

There are so many greek myths to explore with gojo!!!tbh,i dont usually read these kind of aus,or royal aus cause they kinda make me sad,but your fic gosh!!!!it didnt make me even slightly sad because i was giggling all the time!!!

Oh my the one part where gojo proposed??? I screenshot that part and sent it to my friend whining about whats the point if someone doesnt propose to me like that!!!

You're at fault for making my standards even higher

Ok ok im rambling but i seriously enjoy our talk about these stuff.

(imagine Calypso! Gojo waiting on that island for his love to come and get him :)))

I'll stop now!!!

(im picturing us in a cafe giggling over our favorite myths and having a cold drink gods its your fault!!!)

I hope you're doing well!!!with love,your number 1 fan

Ah hi sweet anon! I’m glad I could help ease the stress of finals cause oof do I not miss that lol but I bet ur gonna do amazing I’m rooting for you!!

Omg pls I completely understand and I’m glad i get to geek out with you about mythology cause I love it too!!

🥺 AND OH MY GOODNESS!!??? Please you really are too kind thank you thank you!!!!

And dude for real, I am the biggest believe of Love Sick Gojo™️, he’s a Sagittarius and yeah they’re big on being flirty but they love to talk and love fiercely and that is Gojo?? He’s ridiculous and loud but he’s lost so many people so when he finally finds someone, you said it perfectly, HE WONT SHUT UP LMAOO (and I hate/love him for that)

I get that AU’s even mythology ones aren’t everyone’s cup of tea and when I first started writing hades!Gojo I remember being nervous bcs it’s a niche thing too (all my ideas are usually weird / way too specific au’s as you will soon find out lmaooo 🤡) but I’m so happy you were able to get excited and enjoy 💖

OMG NOT U SCREAMING ABOUT THE FIC WITH UR FRIENDS I WANT TO CRY?!?!?! I’ve been in the exact same position with so many of my friends so to think you had that reaction to my little old fic?? I’m really honored 😭

And oooo calypso Gojo would be so interesting!! Look at you go anon I love it!!

I hope this giggling and warm energy keeps you going through finals! I’M ur biggest fan rooting for you and I’m wishing you a safe and wonderful rest of your day!! 🌸✨

[alkhale]

Favorite Muse (Model!Uzui Tengen x Photographer!Reader) Ko-fi Request

Sooo yes another request for kimetsu no yaiba with our flamboyant Tengen Uzui.Maybe an a/o/b fic (I like how you write them) or an modern au where Tengen is a model (instagram models?) And reader is sort of his personal photographer .I dont mind if you mix the two together.

I’m sorry this took so long, I hope this finds you with some good timing since season 2 is finally out and it is Uzui in all his glory. I’d like to write more stories and blurbs with a photographer/model relationship, this one was a fun one to write. thank you so much for the support! I hope you enjoy!!!

title: Favorite Muse

pairing: Uzui Tengen/Reader

rating: slight nsfw

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I have a new shoot idea I want to try.

You glance at your phone, blinking in surprise over the top of your energy drink. You glance at the familiar contact name and look back to your current editing project—the wedding photos should be done by the end of the night if you keep on track. You’re scheduled for a few more shoots in the morning and had planned to kick back as a little reward to yourself.

You consider your options briefly. A new string of texts follow the first, and you know it’s just him trying to incite you even further for whatever crackpot idea he’s come up with this time. You know with how he is, he won’t let it drop if it’s an idea he’s especially fond of, even if it means a half-nude shoot in the middle of the god damn Antarctic because somehow—

The one and only elusive model Uzui Tengen’s photos—they always sell.

You can tell him no, suffer the consequences of having him barrage you for the next few days, suffer the even harder consequences of having one of the girls try to persuade you into doing it—you’re particularly weak to Hinatsuru’s advances—and also miss out on a chance to make some extra pocket change for what you get as Uzui Tengen’s one and only private contractor and photographer. But, what you do get in return is a peaceful, stress-free night to yourself, which is hopelessly and utterly rare and your body is rather beat and haggard after all these back-to-back shoots and especially that god damn rock climbing advertisement, you shouldn’t have done that one. 

Or, you could say yes; get paid handsomely because Tengen’s photos always sell well, get to eat Hinatsuru’s cooking because she’ll have heard you’ll be stopping by the studio and would make sure something’s ready, get to partake in the luxuries that surround the Uzui household, get Uzui off your back for about forty-eight hours max…

Your phone is still being spammed with texts. You ignore them, staring at the happy couple smearing cake onto each other’s faces. When Uzui and the girls finally get a proper wedding in place, you’d take those photos in a heartbeat. You know they’d be the kind for the record books.

Your phone lights up now with a phone call. You suddenly consider turning down the offer out of spite, nursing your energy drink with dull eyes. Your gaze does stray, however, to the pile of take-out containers sitting on your work desk. You frown at them, feeling your stomach churn at the thought of Hinatsuru's warm porridge…

Your stomach wins. You swipe your phone, pressing it to your ear.

“Finally! What are you doing not picking up my calls at this hour?” you hear music blasting from Uzui’s side and suddenly wonder if you’ve made the wrong choice. “I know, are you getting off on my photos? You can just come and I’ll help you out. No need to play by yourself.”

“What’s this idea of yours?” you say, checking your schedule. If Uzui leaves you alone for the next two days, you can schedule a day-off after the male calendar shoot… yeah, this can work out! “If it’s the frosting idea in a different theme, I’m going to cut all ties with you—”

“You love taking my photos too much,” Uzui says, sounding bored. “I want to do something good for Valentine’s. A single theme, straight-forward, nothing crazy this time, actually.”

“The most flamboyant man on earth,” you say flatly. “And it’s nothing crazy?”

“It’ll be more than enough, baby,” Uzui says. You imagine him kicking his head back, lounging on some kind of leather couch tucked into a dazzling club somewhere or another. The man’s got too much energy, too much stamina, and you’re not really sure where he keeps it. “Less is more, you know?”

You do know. You always tell him those exact words. But for Uzui Tengen, it’s either go big or go home. That’s why his shoots always require you to clear out your schedule the day after because they’re far too arduous for you to do anything else.

“I don’t like how secretive you’re being with the whole thing,” you say, clicking to clean up another photo. “Give me something to mull over. I’ll be there after seven.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Fine, but you’re staying until it’s done.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it. You get the feeling he knows anyway though because he continues, “One word theme. Think about it however you’d like, sweetheart.”

You wait, tapping a finger idly against the minimizing key. You hear the music dull in the background, wondering if he’s moving away from the source of noise. His side quiets, and all you hear is the faint rustle of fabric, and then you imagine Uzui’s phone pressed against the side of his face, maybe held up in his hand, right by his mouth—

The husky, low alto of his voice nearly catches you off guard for a second. Uzui whispers it, sweet, like honey against your ears.

“Seduction.”

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You’ve been working as Uzui Tengen’s photographer since high school, before the guy made his big break crashing into the industry through his social media and photo outlets until agencies and businesses and yada yada were all clamoring for a chance to represent him.

You two were classmates. Simple enough. Uzui always had a pretty big presence on campus and you just minutely made your way by on the average. You guys weren’t close, maybe a word or two in passing with papers or asking about homework. You were a part of the photography club and loved the art with a passion. You were sure you’d just about photographed anything that could be photographed on campus until your club members urged you to try moving to people.

It’d been a simple convenience of interests. Uzui had been looking to try getting into more professional photography without the commitment of hooking up with some agency he didn’t really have the patience to deal with, and you’d seen the clear and utter potential in getting to practice your skills photographing an actual model.

So you approached him that fateful day, camera in hand, ignoring the eyes of all your peers as you walked up to the best-looking second-year in school and asked:

“Can I take your photo?”

Because Uzui Tengen, for all his low-key arrogance that sometimes comes barreling right into your face, for all his exaggerated moves and flamboyance and whatever he likes to call his method and style of living—is beautiful.

He’s gorgeous. Uzui Tengen had been made with love, blessed most definitely in some way or another by a god or goddess in his past life. From the symmetrical contours of his face, the sharp angles of his jaw, the fit, healthy shift of all his muscles—all of it, down to the way his hair could look anything like liquid platinum or pure moonlight—he was ethereal.

And you, with your camera and lens—you were like a sculptor called to the altar in the face of such potential.

Uzui Tengen, leaning back on his desk, uniform half-unbuttoned, staring right back at you had said:

“Sure.”

You’re not quite certain why Uzui had been willing to let you take his photos that first shoot—though you’re fairly certain it’s mostly from the devil-may-care attitude, what’d either of you have to lose except a few hours of time? Uzui liked your work, you liked taking pictures of him. You two would work together, doing shoot after shoot, trying everything and then some, studying late into the night for exams and taking the bus to school, sneaking into abandoned complexes to get that one shot…

And then the partnership had spiraled out from there on, even into your adult careers, even through the meetings with the girls and everything else—

Uzui had been offered photographer after photographer after crashing into the big leagues. His faces were on the more underground magazines, but never doubted renown or fame. The moment his issues went out—they were gone. You’d urged him before over a long conversation at an izakaya, despite all his loud, lazy protesting and rude gestures and kicking feet into yours, stroking your legs up and down and trying to stop you from talking—to try other photographers, people with more skill and experience, but after the entire affair, he’d shown up to your college dorm saying—

“No one else but you,” Uzui pressed his finger into your camera, pressing it back into your gut as he leaned over you, lazy, half-lidded and with intent, “is allowed to take pictures of this face.”

He placed a hand on his chest, dragging it down.

“Of this body.”

“Okay,” you said simply. “But we should get some papers drawn up, just in case.”

“You can’t read a mood for shit, can you?”

Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru all got along with you just fine, and you were fond of them just as equally. Uzui was fond of this whole open relationship thing, and you didn’t really care one way or another, even if you suspected he was merely standing in for the girls so they’d be left alone due to other familial circumstances and constraints, but that's none of your business. There was love there between all four of them, and it was more than most could speak for.

“You can join in,” Uzui said before, massaging your shoulders as he sat behind you, watching you edit his own photos. One of his favorite pastimes, the narcissist. “We’d love to have you. I think we could get up to some good fun.”

“Pass,” you’d said. “Unless Hinatsuru and I can be exclusive.”

Uzui cursed under his breath.

Now, after all these years, you guessed you could call each other friends. Very comfortable acquaintances as well as business partners. Being Uzui’s photographer got you many gigs, great offers, and good money—but most importantly you were able to do what you really loved. You got to experiment with him, try new things, break molds—Uzui was the perfect model, if you had to be honest, unyielding but moldable, and you—

You could only try to capture grains of that and show it to the world.

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It’s seven on the dot when the door to Uzui’s luxurious flat swings wide open for you.

The god himself stands before you in all his glory—his hair drips, just at the tips, hinting to his previous shower. It dampens the silk of his hair, gives it a darker shine and it makes the dark glimmer of his eyes feel a little more intimate, a little more bedroomy. He’s got nothing but a dark red robe on, splayed wide over his bare, muscular chest and parted a bit to show his legs are just as naked. Uzui’s eyes are on you, raking up and down, taking their time, long and languid like he’s undressing you just for the fun of it, molding you whatever way he likes—and he leans right up against the doorframe, one arm braced over his head.

Uzui Tengen drips pure sex appeal tonight, which makes sense for the theme. 

Meanwhile, your equipment is bursting at the seams from your heavy duty bags, piled over your shoulders like a mule and hanging under your arms. You dully meet his gaze, somehow managing to still be slurping another energy jelly pouch through a straw.

There’s a fire going on behind him, you hear low music too, smooth like silk, but you simply step past him into his apartment, waddling with your equipment, ignoring him completely.

“Alright,” you say. “Let’s do this.”

Uzui stands there at the door for a good few minutes longer before he lets the door swing shut. He turns, facing you with his arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t look the slightest bit happy.

“Well?” he says.

“What?” 

Uzui gestures to himself.

“Well?”

“You look great,” you say simply, knowing exactly what he wants. Compliments. Even though the damn man receives thousands of them on the daily. “Now this stuff is heavy, let’s get to the studio—”

“What’s the rush?” Uzui complains, walking right over to you and grabbing handfuls of your bags. They lift off your shoulders like they weigh nothing and you sigh in relief, rolling your aching shoulders. Uzui starts to herd you in the direction of his studio with his knees, even though you yap back in protest. “Here I was, ready to make some nice, lovely conversation because we haven’t seen each other—”

“I saw you two days ago.”

“—I even got wine ready, had a whole menu set to be ordered if you were hungry—”

“We never eat before shoots.” You pout. “I wanted Hinatsuru’s food…”

“She has a meal for you in the fridge.”

“Yes!”

“—and got all dolled up for tonight, just for you,” Uzui says, right at your ear, breath hot against the side of your face and you ignore him, opening up his studio. “And you barely even look at me.”

“Cry about it to Makio later,” you say, setting up your cameras. Uzui drops your bags with care, setting them aside and pulling out a single camera out of the many. “I’m on a bit of a time crunch tonight. I fit you at the last minute, remember?”

“I know,” Uzui says, running his thumb over the top of the lens. It’s the camera you always use when you can, your favorite one—your first one, with him. “I love that you can take me all the way in.”

You pause for a moment at his ridiculous wording. You raise a brow, continuing your work and ignoring Uzui’s movements behind you. “I’ve been thinking about your idea—it’s a good one. I think we can definitely make it work since you normally go so left field anyway. Something straightforward and intense… intimate, I like it. You’re good at that too.”

“Yeah,” Uzui calls from behind you, almost like a siren song, low, rumbling. “I know.”

He’s awfully playful tonight. You chalk it off to the fact that he’s got more energy and been too bored—he did say the girls would be out tonight visiting some old friends… Uzui Tengen has the attention span of a house cat—which means you’ve either got his entire focus or none of it at all, and when it’s all of it, you’re in for a bit of a rough time.

One big, stupid house cat. You think, assessing the studio. Uzui’s mostly set up the props himself you see, with a single, plush white mattress draped in dark red silks. There’s wine spilled into the corners of the paper sheet below, and the smell of it lightly permeates the air—you’re starting to get a better feel for this shoot.

“How’ve you been lately, (Y/n)-chan?” you almost jump when he appears right at your side, still playing with your camera. You glance up at him. “What have you been up to, hmm?”

“The usual,” you say simply. “You know, I just talked with you—it’s not like I’ve done anything more since then.”

“Maybe,” Uzui says with a wave of his hand. “But I like knowing everything.”

Yeah, I know. He’s been like this since high school. You just get the strange feeling that there’s something Uzui’s already got settled in his head he’s not quite sharing with you. It just better be about the damn shoot.

“Just finished that wedding shoot,” you say. “I’m still waiting to take yours.”

“The girls are waiting for you to join first.”

You roll your eyes. “Probably going to take a nice long break after these ones sell too. I think I’ve been doing too much lately.”

“Glad you finally agree,” Uzui says. “Now we can finally book that trip to—”

“Maybe go on a date,” you murmur offhandedly, considering it. Uzui’s talk about Valentine’s and seduction has got you thinking a bit. It has been awhile.

Uzui looks completely and utterly offended. Scandalized. 

“Excuse me? With who?”

“There’s a cute photographer from another studio who’s been hitting me up lately,” you explain. “Might give him a chance.”

“Cute,” Uzui repeats, like the word burns on his tongue. He places a hand on his chest, dragging it down and making a point to move so his robe barely hides— “You’d pick cute over this?”

You move away from the lighting, satisfied with how it looks. Uzui rolls his eyes hard enough for you to hear it.

“You have an idea of how you want me to start or do you want my pitch?”

“Oh, I’ve got it all planned out,” Uzui says, dripping extravagance. You blink in surprise when he pushes your old camera into your hands. “We’re shooting with this one.”

“...if we’ve got the red background,” you start, “my other one should be better for the—”

“I want this one.”

You roll your eyes. Uzui smiles, pleased with your compliance and he smooths a hand over his hair, stalking past you toward the mattress. You follow behind him, quickly adjusting the settings on your camera to get ready for the shoot. “How far are we going with this?”

You’ve shot Uzui nude plenty of times before, it’s a boundary you’ve crossed time and time again, but a minor heads up is always appreciated.

“As far as you want to go,” Uzui says. You raise a brow at him but he doesn’t say anything else, settling down onto the mattress and turning to lay on his back. He arranges himself, getting comfortable like one, giant jungle cat in the middle of a bedroom, considering his appearance for a moment before he parts a leg, letting his robe drape and tease against the moonlit column of his skin.

Uzui looks at you then. You pause. He’s getting into it today. The look in his gaze is already beginning to drip with heat, there’s a beckoning call in his face, a thin line of exasperation, like he can’t understand why you’re taking so long to come to him, until it slowly begins to creep into you the nature of what he’s going for.

“A POV kind of thing,” you murmur, sliding up to the edge of the mattress. Uzui tilts his head up to look at you, humming in agreement, “like they’re really there with you… okay, I like this. I can work with this.”

“I know you can,” Uzui says. He shows more skin, baring his neck, looking right up at you with those heated eyes. “It’s my idea after all.”

You lean over Uzui, quietly beginning to snap some shots. You start to warm up, moving around him a bit, testing the angles and pressing a little more forward. You keep your knees against the edge of the mattress, trying to find the spot that feels the most right—

Uzui’s warm, molten fingertips find the back of your neck like a vice. You freeze, camera in place by your head as he begins to guide you forward, forcing you closer. You get on your knees to quietly comply, kneeling on the mattress between his legs as you crouch over him with your lens.

“Like this,” Uzui whispers. His fingers stay and you consider for a moment telling him to switch poses, but relent and begin to snap away. “Yeah, just like that.”

“What sparked the sudden inspiration?” you ask, getting closer and leaning entirely over him now. Your hair shifts a bit over your shoulder and Uzui’s fingers brush it back. It’s beginning to feel more and more intimate, the air a little thick, and you think briefly that he feels like he’s on his best game today—he’s on top of it. “Feeling a little restless?”

“Wanted to do something special,” Uzui says, low and husky. He begins to raise himself up on his elbows, letting his robe pool around his waist as he rises, as though to meet you. You back off, sitting on your heels as he comes closer, half tilting his head, peering up through thick, long lashes. “Felt a bit… impatient.”

“About what?”

Click. Click. Click.

This is going to sell.

Uzui pushes forward, more, more. You snap off, moving with him as he begins to bend you backwards, leaning over you now. One of his hands slides down to your lower back, guiding you to unfold your legs and let them slide over his own. You adjust the angle, quick and move, trying to catch all the nuances of this position at Uzui’s dripping gaze, burning against your lens. Uzui gets closer as you bend back into the sheets. They’re cool on your back.

“I don’t think the nature of my photos,” Uzui says above you, like silk. “Are reaching my targeted audience.”

Now that’s a surprise. You almost ask more about it but this shoot is flying faster and smoother than you ever expected. These are all stellar shots. Uzui is killing it and it’s getting you a bit excited. Maybe you should try doing an angle from the other side with a chair and—

Uzui kneels between your legs, forcing you to part them to make room for him. You have to open them wide to comply with all of him. His robes pool around his waist, hiding the rest of his otherwise naked body from view. His hands come down on either side of your head as he pins you down into the sheets, licking his bottom lip and you click away, photo after mad photo while he looks down at you with a gaze that begs to devour, coaxes to allow submission and—

You pause, stiffening. One of Uzui’s hands is on the underside of your knee. You don’t mind if he’s just getting into character, but his hand is out of view and it’s not needed for him to touch you like that outside of the frame.

Uzui lifts your leg up and over his hip. You feel the hot, thrumming burn of his flesh against your leggings. You stop briefly in your clicking. “...Uzui, you can—”

“Don’t stop.”

You frown but quickly resume taking photos. Uzui’s free hand rest at first beside your head on the mattress, but once he leaves your leg at his waist, the hands switch as you adjust your angle and—

Uzui’s hand rests on the inside of your thigh. His large palm engulfs the inside of your leg, dangerously close to a boundary the two of you have not crossed. You pause again in your clicking, slowly tilting your camera to make it more obvious that his arm is somewhere it shouldn’t be.

You’re just imagining things. This is Uzui with three hot girl friends, the Uzui you’ve always—

When your camera keeps clicking, Uzui’s expression starts to change. His robes are nearly sliding off his waist now, almost exposing him completely. One simple motion and he’d be out of them. You raise a brow when he starts to look a bit… irritated? Impatient and restless, the corners of his brows edged with something like doubt until it clears.

“Alright,” Uzui sighs dramatically, “I’m done.”

You blink behind your camera, moving it aside to look at him. “Done? Already? Well, there’s probably plenty of good ones—”

Uzui grabs your hips with both his hands. You only have a second to blink at him before he gently but firmly, quickly pulls you flush against his waist, legs forced to part on either side of him and he pulls you completely tight up against—

You freeze. Your grip on your camera becomes shaky. Your mouth parts in surprise because suddenly—

There is something very, very hard pressed against the inside of your thigh.

Something you’re quite familiar with from past shoots.

But not like this.

“Um,” you curse your voice for cracking, trying to clear your throat. Heat flashes up your neck, starting to crawl up to your cheeks. “U… Uzui—”

“I don’t think that boy you’re even considering,” Uzui says, low, a bit dark. “Would be creative enough to do something like this, just to get his feelings across.”

Uzui loosens his grip on your thighs. He gives you the chance to retreat, but you’re caught in the earnestness of his gaze, the…

Want?

“I tried to be obvious,” Uzui says calmly. But his calm is dangerous, it drips with intent, guided purposefully as commands your gaze with a single look. You suddenly feel microscoped, forced under the lens of someone else’s camera. “Like Makio suggested.”

Uzui squeezes your thigh, his longer fingers reaching, covering pieces of your body with ease. He reminds you his hand is there, it’s intentional, and your jaw drops, gaping at him in disbelief. Did you drink too many energy drinks? Were you dreaming? Again? You’d washed out any dreams each time Uzui made those suggestions, lingered with those touches—you’d talked yourself out of it plenty of times before, there was just no way, keeping it professional was better—

“I’d tried to be cute,” Uzui says, dragging the word across his teeth, but one hand starts to dance fingers against the nape of your neck, following your collarbone, sending goosebumps up your spine. His expression is anything but cute. “Like Suma said.”

The heat, the hard, rigid press between your legs has not relented. Your head starts to spin, understanding and disbelief struggling for a stronger place at the forefront of your mind, chased quickly by your choices—stop this? Keep going? Let him finish? Run away?

“But I think being honest, like your favorite Hinatsuru said,” Uzui says huskily, “will work the best, won’t it?”

“Y-You,” you start. Uzui waits, with waning patience, watching you almost fondly. “You—are you saying—t-this, I mean, right now—”

You struggle for words. Uzui’s fingers rub distracting circles into your hip. They catch the outline of your underwear through your pants, tugging a bit purposefully. “I-I don’t know—a one night… we’re partners—”

“Oh,” Uzui says, looking a bit amused. “That’s cute. You think this would only be for one night?”

“Flings are—”

“Not very flamboyant,” Uzui says simply. He leans over you. The smell of wine still lingers. The sharp bite of his cologne. Your head feels a little dizzy. “I prefer something more… long term.”

Uzui lightly drums his fingers against your neck, following the bob of your throat with heated eyes. “Willing to consider a new contract?”

Uzui has always been your favorite subject. In a way, you realize, he’s probably always known. He’s your favorite muse. He knows it. Being able to have him through the lens has always been enough, you’ve never been greedy enough to consider anything else. What the two of you had has always been fine, it’s always been fun enough for you to just watch. Watch and see what Uzui Tengen does next but—

What’s next right now is—

(You’ve always found him interesting.)

You accidentally click your camera.

Uzui’s gaze seems lazy—it’s a poor disguise for the molten liquid dripping from his gaze, the heat searing under his touch and from his body between your legs. “One click for yes, two for no.”

Your fingers hesitate against your camera. Your breath catches in your throat.

(So why not wait and see, one more time?)

Click.

“That’s fine,” Uzui says. He smiles, pleased, and he speaks like each word is a promise for something else. “I want you to remember this night.”

Your camera slides out from your fingertips. Uzui calmly grasps it with one hand, raising it above your head, pulling the strap off from around your neck. Keeping his gaze locked with yours the entire time, he sets it down, away from the mattress, gently on the floor.

“I don’t think you’ll need a camera to remember it though.”

“T-This whole shoot—”

“I’m going,” Uzui says, “to kiss you now.”

And he does.

(And much, much more.)

- hope you enjoyed!

[glilboy]

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."