#going through ma drafts for no reason

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werid etho headcanons include. can climb up walls. not very reliably but if a normal person and etho had to try to scramble up a wall etho would have a higher chance of getting there. he could’ve had that winter/summer coat hair. but alas. he lived in the Very Really Cold until he was like. idk seventeenish so atp it was like brah ur hair is Staying White. I totally subscribe to team canada brotherhood. not a single one of them is actually blood related it’s a state of mind. they were like the we bare bears. let’s just be bros now.

etho couldn’t talk for a week because he was Oh So Sick and he could only talk in game chat so now he can do sign language ^_^ yay.

pause and beef meet etho and he’s all alone in the very really cold but he’s like oh a people. he talks to them in sign though and pause is like okay I can do that. a little. eventually it’s like okay brah I’m not that good and he’s fumbling and etho clears his throat and goes I can talk too and they just stare at him. he just chose not too. bro rarely sees people and therefore rarely talks so he’d mostly sign when he’d encounter visitors so he can not get made fun of for Extended morning voice keep his no talkies streak.

ethos still a lizard I just decided he’s like. backwards. a tad. like cold blooded is usually COLD BAD warm good ^_^ but I flip that actually. cold very good hes more productive that way. if it’s warm though it’s just so cozy he’s gonna go take a nap ^_^

pause and beef very accustomed to etho face. etho always wore his mask but he didn’t start committing to Mask Always until after he made more friends because it’s like hey etho what do u look like without the mask and he’s like . I can do a little trolling with this. and this it became a bit. team canada ctms though he doesn’t wear it all the time so he can chug potions when Uh Oh The Bad

pause and etho r insufferable they chase each other around in circles in my head because it’s funny. they Will team up on beef though to make fun of him.

[cherrysnip]

just that — chwe hansol

pairing: vernon x afab!reader

prompt: "are you guys dating?" or that one time you strongly denied your relationship and he got sulky(?)

a/n: another fic for my fave secret dating x brother's bestfriend trope >.<. this was initially posted on another site before i decided to take it down and let it sit on my drafts for a year lol.

It was already two in the morning but you were still wide awake. With all the things you have done the whole day, it was expected that everyone, including you, would doze off as soon as you get on your beds. Unfortunately, you didn't.

The guilt that has been consuming you since earlier is what's actually making it hard for you to sleep. You had been rolling on the bed too many times as if that would help ease the regret you had been feeling (spoiler alert: it didn't).

When you arrived at your vacation house this morning, you and Vernon had tried to be as discreet with your relationship as possible. You going on a trip together wasn't a new sight, anyway. Vernon and your older brother, Wonwoo had been friends since freshmen year of college so the former is usually invited in times like this and so you both thought you could just let this three days pass without anyone knowing what you really have. However, it seemed like Wonwoo already had a hint about it and had been watching you the entire time. And alas! While you were having dinner, the million-dollar question was finally dropped.

"Are you guys dating?"

Vernon was about to answer but you suddenly panicked and was the one who replied instead, "Of course not. He is just like an older brother to me!"

As soon as you said it, you already wanted to take it back. But it was too late. Vernon may not have said a word but the disappointed look on his face spoke volumes. After that, you avoided each other for the rest of the night.

To be honest, this had been a subject of your arguments a couple of times before. Vernon wanted to tell your friends and families that you have been together for four months already but you're against it. It isn't because you were embarassed about your relationship or afraid that your family would say something negative (if anything, they're very very supportive). It's just that you wanted to enjoy the privacy you had without others minding your business, especially your brother Wonwoo who had been protective of you since your fallout with Joshua, even though it had been years and you have already moved on. He's also the reason why your past suitors had immediately scrammed away after going through the interrogation stage.

"Stop scaring them, will you?" You remembered complaining one time but your brother just shrugged.

"If they get scared of me and give up that easily then they're not really willing to fight for you. People like that are not worth it."

You knew you brother means well but sometimes you just want him to tone down the scare meter a little bit. Because if this continues, you might end up being single for the rest of his life.

But then, Vernon happened.

You already knew who Vernon was since he was a senior in high school. Vernon lives alone because the rest of his family is in another country. That's why when he gets a weekend off from the university, he would tag along with Wonwoo to your house to hang out. He is basically a part of your family now. However, the both of you didn't really got the chance to talk to each other because you were busy studying and usually just stays in your room the whole day when Vernon visits.

That set-up lasted for months until your first day in college. Wonwoo was supposed to give you the tour but had to cancel since he had to attend to something urgently. Of course, knowing you would whine about it nonstop, Wonwoo sent another person to guide you.

It's none other than *drum rolls please*, his best friend, Vernon. Surprise, surprise!

"Hi," that was just the first word that Vernon said to you (while sporting that smile that YOU swear would actually make anyone melt if possible), but you already knew you would fall for him. HARD.

You wouldn't admit it at first. The guy's nice (and freaking handsome and hot too) but you didn't want to give meaning to that kindness because you thought Vernon might just be doing it because you are his bestfriend's sister. However, it wasn't easy to supress the feelings when every time your eyes meet or when you smile at each other, butterflies would fill your stomach.

Not to mention, Vernon would also never forget to buy you your fave Iced Americano every chance he gets.

Luckily, it isn't a one-sided affection. Because apparently, Vernon is feeling the same towards you. The confession was nothing grand but for you, it was romantic and perfect.

It was in the middle of the crowd, during the Music Festival as your university's resident band was playing Enchanted by Taylor Swift, when Vernon looked at you directly in the eye and told you, "I like you so much y/n. I know this might be too sudden for you but I've been keeping this for a while and I just want to let it out. It's alright if you won't like me back ---"

"Shut up. I like you too," You replied while chuckling. You found Vernon blabbering cute because most of the time when you're together, you did the most talking and he would just agree and smile at you every now and then.

That was also the night that your relationship became official.

What followed was the happiest four months of your life. But now you're afraid that it would be cut short if you won't reconcile with Vernon as soon as possible.

You weren't able to take it anymore so you finally got up and carefully tiptoed as you went out of the room. You were just about to go to the next room but you heard a soft mumbling sound from the living room. That's when you realized that someone other than you were still up and is watching the television.

At first, you thought it was your brother but when you saw the brown hair peeking on the couch's headrest, it was a confirmation that it was him—your boyfriend.

Biting your lower lip, you walked towards Vernon who still haven't noticed that you were there. It didn't seem like he was focused to what he was watching, he was more like 'spacing out".

"Nonie?" You called softly and poked at Vernon's arm. The latter automatically looked up to you and blinked multiple times, probably making sure if you were really there or just his imagination.

"Why are you still awake?" Vernon reached for your hand and squeezed it lightly. You resisted yourself from crying because of how sweet your boyfriend is right now when he should be mad at you.

"I'm sorry about earlier," you said but Vernon shook his head.

"I should be the one saying sorry, babe. I told you I would respect your decision but I still acted up."

"But I know you're upset about it, Nonie."

"No. A little disappointed, I guess. I just don't want to hide anything anymore, especially our relationship. I don't want this to stay like a dirty secret because it's not."

You nodded and came over to sit on Vernon's lap. Your boyfriend was obviously taken aback but he just let you be eventually. He even encircled his arms in your waist to pull you closer.

"Okay. We'll tell them tomorrow."

Vernon's eyes widened. "Tomorrow?"

"Why are you so surprised?" You let out a laugh. "Are you still not ready?'

"Of course, I am. I've been preparing for it for months,"

"So you're not scared of Wonwoo-oppa?"

"As my friend, no. But as your brother, yes. I can even imagine him strangling me the second he finds about us."

You both knew that's far from Wonwoo's personality so he would most likely not do that but who knows? It could be worse.

"You'll be fine, Nonie. But if ever you get broken bones, don't worry, there's a nearby hospital, we can just--aw" you tried teasing him but Vernon was already pinching your nose before you could even finish your sentence.

"You're lucky I would do anything for you."

—♡—

[tteokdoroki]

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — KATSUKU BAKUGOU. homemade love.

about. katsuki takes the pain of his middle-born daughter to heart, and does anything he can to fix it.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up, bakugou is a girl dad of three, reader is referred to as ‘ma’, their daughter is quirkless like deku lol, he makes her pasta, pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader, … a draft from a long time ago!! enjoy please <3

katsuki who cooks and makes his middle daughter her favourite pasta recipe whenever she’s down.

she comes home from middle school with scraped palms and knees, teary eyed and with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“they don’t like me ‘cause ‘m quirkless.” she says as soon as she’s through the door — the authentic bakugou twang thick in her shaky voice. her face is pressed into your torso when you make eye contact with katsuki, who’s emerged from the kitchen down the hall and to your left.

you see it all flash before his eyes — his childhood, his high school career and the day he died. the way he treated the number one, uncle izuku, for so many years. it’s all reflected in the familiar red of his middle child’s eyes and it kills him.

“c’mere squirt,” katsuki calls to her, drying off his hands with the red riot tea towel slung lazily over his shoulder. he’d been washing dishes before she got home. “we’re makin’ dinner together.”

“but i—“

“i wasn’t askin’, i was tellin’.” the older blonde nudges his head towards the kitchen, reaching a hand out for his daughter which she tenderly takes. when she sniffles, bakugou tucks her into his side as if to protect her from the horrors of the world. you let them go without interrupting, knowing the importance of this moment for the two.

it’s not easy, being a bakugou when you’ve got dynamight’s reputation to live up to. he’s fearsome and fiery, confident and calculated. your husband and the father of your three beautiful daughters is one of the main reasons why japan is safe today. the burden and weight of his reputation that your children carry is unimaginable — only made worse by the fact that your middle is quirkless.

and yet, dynamight’s love for her doesn’t falter. since the moment he first held his baby girl she’s been his entire world, his moon along with his sun and now his stars. he’s adored her before she even became a twinkle in his eye — no amount of power or special ability would change that for him.

she’s katsuki’s girl, not just dynamight’s daughter. he’d tear the world apart to find anyone who ever hurt her.

“hold the knife properly. you cut your finger off ‘n yer ma will have my head.” his gruff voice, holding no malice, makes your sweet girl snort with laughter — a change from her earlier wobbly bottom lip and teary eyes. “we’re tryna mince garlic for the sauce, not yer little hands, squirt.”

she sticks her tongue out at him, bright blonde curls bouncing when she narrowly misses a playful swat from her father. “i’m trying,” your middle child wails with faux upset — her nose scrunches all too similarly to how yours and it sends an arrow of love straight through katsuki’s chest. for a moment, the kitchen falls to silence and the elder of the two turns his attention to the pasta dough in his large floured hands — focusing on shaping them into little bow ties just how his daughter likes, on occasion adding them to a boiling pot of water.

“i’m trying,” she says again, but quieter. “but daddy, everythin’s so hard.”

and like pot simmering away on the stove, her emotions start to boil over — tiny hiccups forming a sad symphony with the sounds of a working kitchen.

bakugou instantly springs into dad mode, dropping everything that he had been doing to take your daughter’s hand in his. despite how messy it may be. “hey now gorgeous, don’t cry…tell me what’s wrong, yeah?”

“i-i don’t want to disappoint you by not havin’ a quirk n not bein’ a hero…” she manages to get out through her blubbering — digging the heal of her palm into wet eyes. “i jus’ wanna make you proud!”

katsuki’s face softens, everything except for love for his daughter melting away. “‘nd i am proud. fiercely fuckin’ so…ah, shit, don’t tell yer ma i cursed, kay?” he stumbles over his words, he’s never been the best at comforting people but when bakugou’s child needs him, he’ll be damned if he leaves her in any pain. “from the moment y’first came into this shitty — i mean — crappy world, i’ve been proud of you. you’ve always pushed yourself beyond anythin’ i could achieve, you’re kind to people when they don’t deserve it, you smile whenever things get tough…”

taking a moment from his passionate rant, katsuki slows his breathing and composed himself — squeezing his little girl close. “yer the best thing that’s ever happened t’me ‘n yer ma. my proudest moment… i love ya so much. you’d never disappoint me.”

“really, daddy?” your baby sniffles, rubbing at her snotty nose.

bakugou nods with a gentle smile, cupping her face between his two floury hands before kissing her forehead z “really.” he affirms. “now get yer choppin’ skills together, this pasta sauce ain’t gonna make itself.”

the two blonde’s return to cooking, a comfortable silence settling in your family kitchen, also full of love. that night, your family of five sit together munching on homemade pasta bow ties in a sauce that your middle daughter had worked so hard to make. she grins brightly between her sisters, staring at her father with her shining red eyes thankfully.

in that moment, she knows that she is loved no matter what the status of her quirk is.

you link your fingers with bakugou’s under the table. “you did good, dad.” you whisper to him, stabbing through your pasta with your fork. “

“so did you, ma.” he whispers back gruffly, thumb running over your wedding band as he eats his pasta too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[caffeineforbucky]

Cruel Summer

Summary: After a two-year absence from your family, you return home for your father's birthday and unexpectedly reconnect with his friend, John Price. A serendipitous attraction emerges, leading to a challenging summer.

Pair: 'Captain' DBF!John Price x AFAB!Reader

WC: 2,008

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+, Age gap. Reader is 26 and John is 37, swearing, longing, some fluff...? Lemme know if I missed any

A/N: I fear it's been a minute since I wrote anything for this blog. This fic might be a few parts. It's been sitting in my drafts for freaking months and I was too excited to get the first part out.

BY CLICKING KEEP READING, YOU ARE CONFIRMING THAT YOU'RE 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Come on, honey," Your mother's voice resonates in the emptiness of your small kitchen, and the sting in your eyes makes it hard to focus, vision blurring with a haze of murkiness.

With the heel of your palm, you brush away the lamentation on your lashes, heedless in your movements, as you shove a couple of hoodies, books, and other insignificant items into a box—a box of your ex's things. The things he left behind.

"Your dad hasn't seen you in two years. His birthday is coming up in a couple of days, and the only thing he talks about missing his little girl."

That manages to make you smile, if only for a moment. A fleeting glimpse of happiness amidst your heartbreak. "Ryder's there. Dad can have his little boy there instead."

Ryder—your older brother. He was only five years older than you, but while growing up together, you two were inseparable. There was the occasional bickering and fighting, but like all siblings, you grew apart.

He had his life, and you had yours.

"I can hear your dumbass, you know that, don't you?" He tuts through the speaker of your cell phone, and it causes you to snort. He was already with the rest of your family since flying in the night before. Ryder's remark is met with hushes from your mom before she playfully shoves him to continue the phone call with you. Just like old times.

"I don't know, ma..." You mumble, trying your bestest to make it sound like you aren't crying. You knew she worried about you. More than you would've liked, but she was your mother. My job is to worry. She would say. "I've got a lot going on over here and—"

She cuts you off before you can finish.

"Please? I will have to tell your dad when he asks, and he'll start crying and... just come. Even if it's for a day or two. He really wants to see you, and so do I. I miss my baby."

A heavy sigh escapes you, letting your face fall into your palms to wipe the rest of your tears with the tips of your fingers. As badly as you want to refuse, the guilt of not seeing your family in so long starts to creep in, trying to gnaw its way into your conscience.

"Okay, Mom," You finally relent after a couple minutes of silence. You knew how much your parents missed you, and you'd let the lust for independence take you away from the people you loved most, and that was something to feel guilty about. "I'll come."

Your mother's excited squeal makes you flinch, and for some reason, her felicity causes a few more tears to slip down your cheeks, even if you manage a soft chuckle. "Oh, I'm so excited. Your dad is going to flip. I gotta make up your room and—Ryder! I'll talk to you soon, baby. We can't wait to see you."

There were a plethora of responsibilities John had to fulfill when he agreed to attend his best friend’s birthday. He had a job; a task force to forefront. A war to conquer. Nevertheless, he was here, in the backyard of said friends' beach house.

He was used to noise. The bustling crowds of civilians, obnoxious music, and the occasional yelps of children chasing each other around. It all resonated as white noise; his ears filtering out what wasn’t of import.

The smell of grilled hamburger patties permeated the air, his eyes focused on the finesse of each flip.

The tap of his fingers drummed rhythmically against the neck of his beer bottle, smiling and nodding as your father went on and on about his endeavors during his time in the Army.

A broken record; really. The stories weren’t new, at least, not to him—having been a part of those tales himself. The hardships and challenges of having to partake in such horrific adventures. If you can even call them that. Your father had such a colorful vernacular.

John’s eyes looked up in a lazy sweep as he heard the sound of your mother’s voice emitting as the back door slid open. As he took another swig of his beer, there you were.

The man almost choked. The beer comes back up in a fit of coughs, earning a few swats on the back from your father.

“You okay, John?” Your father eyed him humorously, chuckling as he flipped a couple more burgers.

John couldn’t speak, solely nodding as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, mindful of drying off his facial hair.

Fucking hell…

Clad in a cream-colored sundress, every dip and curve of your body was accentuated, the swell of your assets making his mouth water. You were an absolute dream. A fantasy he couldn’t imagine ever thinking of. You were stunning.

He let his eyes trace the outline of your body, from the cherry pattern on your dress to the pretty little red ballet flats you had on.

John had prided himself in being devout to his career. Nothing came between him or it. In his thirty-seven years of being alive, he never once tried to settle down or even dabble in a relationship for fear of never giving enough or never being present. He’d have the occasional fuck, but that was once in a while.

His life wasn’t promised; not in the way he had any control over. Then again, who does?

For the first time since joining the Army, he thought of marriage, and he immediately shook that thought away.

He nudged your father, making him turn toward the profile of his face. With his hand still wrapped around the neck of the bottle, he gestured towards you. “Is that—“

“Ah, there she is!” Your father rejoiced, setting down the spatula as you headed towards where they both stood, your mother trailing behind. John stood idle as he watched you move into your dad’s arms with a semi-forced smile.

“Hey, Dad.” You greet him, letting him rock you back and forth in a tight embrace. “Happy birthday.” Regardless if you’d arrived the day before, your dad was still excited that you were here.

"Thank you, pumpkin."

John watched the interaction from the corner of his eye, a strange feeling tugging at his gut. You were no longer that little girl he remembered—you were a woman now. He took another swig of his beer, curiosity and desire brewing within him.

Once your father had released you from his bear hug, your eyes met with John's. A surprised expression graced your face, recognition flashing across your eyes as if you had completely forgotten that he could also be there. "John?" You questioned, your voice softer than he remembered. 'That you?" There was a hint of a tremble, but it was quickly masked by a polite smile.

"Hey there, sweetheart." He greeted, his voice firm yet gentle. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over you once more, drinking in the sight of you. It was almost as if he was seeing you for the first time. "Aye. It's me."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head in disbelief. "I can't believe it's been fifteen years. You haven't changed much, you know."

John couldn't help but chuckle at your comment, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through him. Fifteen years…

You had to be around twenty-six now.

"I would say the same about you, but—" he replied, letting his gaze linger on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "You've grown up beautifully."

The compliment seemed to take you by surprise, your cheeks flushing a soft tinge. You quickly turned your gaze away from him, focusing on your father who was grilling the patties. "Thanks, John." You muttered, the unease in your voice not going unnoticed by him. Neither did that color on your cheeks.

You could recall the little girl crush you used to have on him all those years ago, when it was adolescent, innocent, and pure. Something to laugh off because it was cute.

But now, standing here as an adult, the feelings that stirred within you when John's gaze lingered on you were anything but innocent. It was a confusing, frightening, yet somehow thrilling realization—one that you knew you would have to confront sooner or later.

Your mother, who had been watching the entire exchange with the sharp eyes of a hawk, nudged you gently, whispering something about helping her out in the kitchen. You took the opportunity to escape, excusing yourself from the men's company. As you turned to leave, you felt John's eyes on you, following your retreating figure. A shiver ran down your spine, but you forced yourself to ignore it.

After you'd left, an awkward silence fell between the two men. John took another swig of his beer, trying to shake off the strange feelings that your presence had stirred up within him. The tension was palpable, a thick fog of unspoken words and hidden desires. It wasn't like him to be so affected, and yet, there was something about you that left him in a state of bewilderment.

His gaze lingered on the spot where you had stood moments ago, the image of your flushed cheeks and the softness of your voice etched into his mind. He raked a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. This was dangerous territory. He knew it but seemed powerless to pull himself away from the allure.

Your father, completely oblivious to his friend's internal struggle, continued flipping burgers, a contented smile on his face. He hummed a tune under his breath, his eyes bright with happiness. Every now and then, he would glance towards the kitchen door, awaiting your return.

"John," He started, his voice pulling John out of his reverie. "You've gone quiet on me, mate." Your father’s jovial tone contrasted starkly with the turmoil raging within John.

John managed a weak smile, forcing out a chuckle. "Just lost in thought, I guess," he replied, not meeting your father's gaze. He took another sip of his beer, the cold liquid doing little to ease the heat creeping up his neck.

Your father simply laughed, shaking his head. "You've always been a bit of a daydreamer, haven't you?" He said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just don't go getting lost in your thoughts. We've got a party to enjoy."

John nodded, forcing himself to focus on the present, on the sizzle of the burgers, the sound of laughter from the crowd...anything but his best friend's daughter. But no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts were preoccupied with you.

As the sun began to set, the party continued in full swing. The laughter and chatter grew louder, the music more upbeat, and the atmosphere more festive. But amidst the sea of faces, John's gaze kept drifting back to you.

Your laughter echoed in his ears, your smile imprinted in his memory. Every now and then, he would catch glimpses of you, your silhouette illuminated by the setting sun, your face glowing with genuine happiness. You were like a beacon of light, drawing him in, and he found himself unable to resist.

You were everywhere he looked, in every corner he turned. With each passing moment, the pull he felt towards you grew stronger, more potent. It was like a magnetic force that seemed impossible to resist. It scared him, baffled him, yet excited him in a way he had never experienced before.

He watched as you interacted with the guests, your laughter filling the air. Your eyes sparkled with mirth, your cheeks flushed with excitement. You were the life of the party, and he couldn't help but be captivated by you.

And as he watched you in the warm candlelight of your father's birthday cake, your smile wide as you sang along with your family, he knew he was in trouble. Because for the first time in a long time, he found himself wanting something he knew he couldn't have.

You.

Oh god. It's so embarrassing how long this took to actually write. Please please lemme know what ya'll think. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Should I continue this? ;) Enjoyxx

[lanabuckybarnes]

40s Bucky with childhood best friend reader who’s got a PHAT crush on him but he walks the world with tinted glasses on and doesn’t even notice how differently she acts around him. One day she finally decides to go on a date with a guy her Ma’s been nagging her about and Bucky spots them through the diner window. There’s an uneasy feeling bubbling up in his stomach, making it churn and flip, his jaw clenching and eyes hardening at the sight of you smiling gently at another man.

He shrugs off the “you’re jealous Buck,” from Steve with a huff and continues on his way. But he can’t stop thinking about you. And that man. He doesn’t like the fact that there is another man touching you, that your arms are looped around the others man’s arm, that he’s kissing your temple, that you’re laughing.

“Are you even listening to me?” Steve asks between a mouthful of bread and cheese. Bucky just scoffs and shoves a sandwich into his mouth.

On your way home from your date you walk through the park you, Buck and Steve usually frequent. The man was nice but you don’t think you got a word in all night, it was all about him.

“Oh hey, you enjoy your date?” Steve’s voice pulls you from your stupor, you catch Bucky glaring at him before turning to you with his usual cocky smile.

“Uhmm yeah, I-it was nice I suppose,” you tuck yourself further into your jacket, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Steve cocks his brow at you, knowing better.

“Cmere, tell us what you really think.” Steve pats the grass and you sink down, uncaring of the marks you’ll get on your dress.

“Well he was kind and all but…all he ever wanted to speak about was himself, how he was getting big in the factories and that he might be a manager soon enough. When I tried to speak he just made it about him.”

Bucky made an indignant sound, rolling his eyes and sipping his beer. Mumbling something about ‘that’s what you get when…’

“Forgive him,” Steve interjected as he noticed a pang of anger and hurt float across his face “he’s been bitter all day.”

Steve should’ve known it would’ve been redundant to try to solve this calmly.

“I’m sorry James, couldn’t hear ya mumbling about me,” you spat.

“I said that’s what you get.” He growled in return, shucking down more of the alcohol. Steve looked around at the curious people that pass with a sympathetic smile.

“Oh that’s what I get? Why huh?” Your jaw clicked as it clenched.

“Because you go on dates with assholes like Jimmy Brooks that’s why. He ain’t cared about anyone since he looked in a mirror” Bucky’s eyed you angrily.

“Oh and what other assholes would you have me date, You, Bucky?” His heart skipped a beat at just the thought. Then slipped a beat for a very different reason.

“Yeah maybe.” Fuck. He’d put his foot in it now thanks to his jealously and anger.

When you didn’t respond right away he sighed through his nose before giving you a softer look.

“Listen I’m sorry alright, I didn’t mean that-”

“You mean you wouldn’t like to go on a date with me?” You looked up at him through his lashes and he almost died because of your cuteness. And, You wanted to go on a date, with him?

“Well I mean I’d love to if—if you’re interested,” he stuttered. Great going Bucky you big doofus. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I think I’m interested,” you smiled at him and he flashed you a toothy grin in return. Steve’s poor heart thumped heavily in his ribs as he watched the pair.

He had a whole plan to get you two idiots to realise you liked each other.

-

So little life update that I thought I’d share as it will probably affect my posting schedule. I got a puppy!!! He’s a cutie patootie but he is a lot of work rn which means less time to write. I apologise for that 😭🙏 but I do have a few drabbles in drafts that I will be posting ^this is one.

Thank you so much for understanding 🤭😚

[astrowaffles]

#bornthisway

General Audiences | Crack/Fluff | JNT bonding

“HINATA!” Atsumu yelled over Lady Gaga. “RESCUE YER BOYFRIEND!”

Hinata, though he clearly understood who Atsumu was referring to, immediately refused to take another step forward. “WE’RE NOT DATING!”

“OH, BE SO FER REAL RIGHT NOW-“

“HE’S GOING TO DIE!” Yaku screeched. Hinata swivelled just in time to see Kageyama almost get knocked unconscious by a wayward stilt.

“Don’t say that, he’ll start attacking things,” Sakusa huffed. “And by things I mean innocent performers.”

“Since when were ya the voice of reason?” Atsumu asked, slightly unnerved.

“You have known me since we were sixteen years old, Atsumu, I don’t see how you’ve only just realised-“

“Oh god, someone save Kageyama,” Aran interjected, watching the athlete be whirled between the performers.

“We just told Hinata to,” Yaku argued. “MOVE IT, GINGER!”

“Woah,” Aran said, hands up in surrender. “Now I’m not passin’ judgement or anythin’, but one could say, Yaku, that yer hair is a bit-“

“Not now, Aran,” said Yaku dismissively, cupping his hands around his mouth. “HINATA, SAVE HIM!”

“Who knew getting a grown man to cross the road was this hard,” Sakusa commented.

OR: JNT do pride!

“My Ma had a sayin’,” Atsumu observed, fanning himself with a rainbow flag. “’They’re about as welcome as a rattlesnake at a line dance’. It’s the same with those idiots.” He gestured vaguely towards Hinata and Hoshiumi, who were watching the stilt performers and asking them irritating and slightly invasive questions like ‘how tall are your stilts?’ and ‘could you fit me under that skirt if I really, really needed to hide from the cops?’

“She’s never said any such thing,” Aran scolded. “Ya got that from a list of cowboy sayin’s on Tumblr.”

Atsumu gasped. “I would never!”

“Ya sent me the list.”

“False accusations,” Atsumu sniffed, and gave up on trying to gain a draft from the flag. “It’s just so hot yer hallucinatin’.”

Aran pointedly sipped from his water bottle and tipped his eyes upwards to his wide-brimmed hat. “Ya think I can’t handle a little heat?”

Atsumu, who had only just taken the time to don SPF at Sakusa’s insistence, chose not to comment.

Sakusa himself, dressed head to toe in protective gear and sunscreen, stood slightly menacingly in a shaded corner of the street. He held an umbrella over his head, presumably in case the roof of the shop he was sheltering under suddenly disappeared without a trace and left him at the mercy of the UV rays. Beside him, Yaku offered him a sip of water, which Sakusa refused with a face of disgust. Yaku shrugged, chugged the last from his paper cup, and sat on the ground to wait for Hinata and Hoshiumi to come back. Sakusa moved away in case the floor germs spread.

Atsumu waved at them cheerily. “Should we join ‘em?”

“Sure,” Aran agreed, already moving for the solace of the shade. It was by no means the hottest day he’d experienced, but the energy it took to wrangle just a single teammate was enough to compensate for another several hundred degrees.

“When are the others coming?” Yaku asked when they got close enough, having evidently given up on making small talk with Sakusa. “It’s getting too warm to stay out here and wait.”

“Aw, don’t ya wanna see the floats go past?” Atsumu protested. “That’s my favourite part.”

“That’s not happenin’ fer another hour,” Aran reminded him. “The others’ll be here by then.”

“Oh, on the next train, then?” Yaku guessed.

“Yup. Well, Bokuto will be here fer that because he’s bringin’ Akaashi, and Akaashi only comes on the train,” Atsumu nodded, quickly scrolling through his messages.

“Kageyama was supposed to already be here,” Yaku tutted, following Atsumu’s lead and examining the team groupchat. “Think he got caught up in something?”

“Probably. Ushi’s not here because he’s in France, Suna’s with Osamu-“

“Komori’s on his way,” Sakusa interrupted. “He’s bringing bug spray.”

“So that’s everyone.” Yaku stood and dusted himself off. “Oh, there’s Kageyama.”

On the opposite side of the street, Kageyama stood looking completely lost. He clearly didn’t feel confident enough to cross in case he walked into one of the performers, who were doing their best to edge away from Hoshiumi and his accomplice. As they couldn’t fully escape without moving too fast (or running), and therefore ruining the performance, they could only lead the duo further down the road and into Kageyama’s path. Kageyama, terrified of anything he didn’t understand – like snakes, or Fanta – was frozen and unable to either reach the group waiting for him under the shop awnings or join Hoshiumi and Hinata’s adventure. In fact, he actually just looked likely to be swept away among swathes of fabric and stilts.

“HINATA!” Atsumu yelled over Lady Gaga, who was booming from a speaker held by the lead performer. “RESCUE YER BOYFRIEND!”

Hinata, though he clearly understood who Atsumu was referring to, immediately refused to take another step forward. “WE’RE NOT DATING!”

“OH, BE SO FER REAL RIGHT NOW-“

“HE’S GOING TO DIE!” Yaku screeched. Panicked, Hinata swivelled just in time to see Kageyama almost get knocked unconscious by a wayward stilt as the performers tried frantically to both retain their grace and get as far away from Hoshiumi as physically possible.

“Don’t say that, he’ll start attacking things,” Sakusa huffed. “And by things I mean innocent performers.”

“Since when were ya the voice of reason?” Atsumu asked, slightly unnerved. “I don’t like it. Stop it.”

“You have known me since we were sixteen years old, Atsumu, I don’t see how you’ve only just realised-“

“Oh my god, someone save Kageyama,” Aran interjected, watching the athlete be whirled between the performers like a bowl between the chopsticks of a street magician.

“We just told Hinata to,” Yaku argued, and lobbed his paper cup towards Hinata as best he could. “MOVE IT, GINGER!”

“Woah,” Aran said, hands up in surrender. “Now I’m not passin’ judgement or anythin’, but one could say, Yaku, that yer hair is a bit-“

“Not now, Aran,” said Yaku dismissively, and cupped his hands around his mouth. “HINATA, SAVE HIM!”

Hinata, who had been sulking in the middle of the road for the past few minutes, finally decided his point was made and began to make his way towards the performers. This only made things worse, however, as the performers began to panic that a second Hoshiumi was now coming to harass them with questions about how to avoid the police, and what the toughest wood was (for the purpose of making innocent-looking-yet-deadly swords). In their haste to get away, they began moving faster, making Kageyama spin so quickly his eyes were almost visibly swirling.

“Who knew getting a grown man to cross the road was this hard,” Sakusa commented, though he was just as invested as everyone else.

When Hinata eventually managed to get a hand on Kageyama’s arm and drag him, practically kicking and screaming, away from the whirling colours, almost the entire group broke out into cheers. Sakusa refrained, sniffing snobbishly at the (definitely homosexual) reunion hug.

“I hope someone tells ‘em,” Aran noted, watching Kageyama pick Hinata up and spin him around aggressively. “I hope a drag queen stops ‘em and congratulates ‘em on their marriage.”

“Why marriage?” Yaku asked.

“Well, they’re not just datin’, are they?” Aran pointed out. “They’ve been married since high school, in my opinion.”

Atsumu nodded sagely, and opened his mouth to add something, but instead a different voice said-

“Who’s married?”

“Komori!” Yaku welcomed. “Finally! Tell these morons they’re engaged.”

“Kiyo, Atsumu, you’re engaged,” Komori said solemnly.

Even Lady Gaga couldn’t salvage the awkward looks that followed, as Sakusa and Atsumu edged slowly apart and Aran bit his lip to avoid a grin.

“We meant the star-crossed lovers over there,” Yaku clarified, as Hinata grabbed Kageyama’s hands and started dragging him across the road.

“Oh, my bad,” said Komori cheerfully, without a shred of remorse. “Those two, too.”

By the time everyone had managed to regroup, Bokuto having been rescued from the sperm bank people (or was it the other way round?) and Akaashi having been rescued from the train station, there seemed hardly any point in trying to remove Hoshiumi from his riveting conversation with a stray kitten.

“I vote we leave him there,” Komori said, as the kitten left a long, red scratch across Hoshiumi’s face.

“Aw, but then he’ll miss the parade!” Bokuto pointed out.

“He’s a grown man, he’s perfectly capable of findin’ the parade by himself,” Atsumu shrugged.

“But why bother gathering here if we’re not going together?” Hinata countered.

Sakusa side-eyed him. “We’re all third wheeling you two anyway, it’s not exactly a bros trip.”

“Never say the words ‘bros trip’ again,” Komori admonished. “I’ll take away your bug spray.”

Sakusa hugged the small can close to his chest in defiance and turned his pleading eyes on Aran. “You have sense. You’ll leave that demon here, won’t you?”

“Well…” Aran hesitated. “We did all come here together…”

“Besides, what if he gets lost?” Bokuto agreed.

“Only you could get lost here, Koutarou,” Akaashi sighed. “All the streets lead back to each other, it’s not like he can end up on the other side of town. Unless he really tried…”

“I think we should take him,” said Kageyama, unexpectedly.

“For some reason, I didn’t think you’d want to,” Atsumu observed.

“If we take him, nothing bad will happen because it will all happen to him,” Kageyama reasoned.

“We’re taking him,” Aran said immediately, to a chorus of nods.

“HOSHIUMI!” Yaku yelled, because apparently he was the foghorn of the group today. “We’re leaving.”

Hoshiumi stood up, still holding the stray kitten. “Okay. Can I keep Jeremy?”

Jeremy hissed and struggled.

“No,” Yaku told him. “Pick something else.”

Hoshiumi obediently linked arms with Kageyama. “I’ll take this guy, then.”

Kageyama scowled. “I don’t want to be taken.”

“Yeah,” Hinata agreed, sporting a matching scowl. “Pick something else, Hoshiumi.”

Hoshiumi shrugged. “No.”

“Don’t bother trying to convince him,” someone called from another table. Surprised, they turned to see Iwaizumi, subtly decked out in pride converse and a pin badge, as well as Oikawa (pride flag cape & rainbow crocs) and two men they hadn’t seen before, one with startling pink hair.

“Iwa!” Oikawa hissed. “You promised not to talk to them!”

“I couldn’t watch any longer,” Iwaizumi said apologetically. “I just couldn’t bear it. Someone’ll get killed if they keep provoking Hoshiumi like that.”

“Ever the sensible one,” the man with pink hair sighed, though he didn’t seem upset.

“Couldn’t stop him from parenting if we tried,” the other agreed, and drained the last of his drink. “Still, he did promise it was our day…”

“Exactly!” Oikawa exclaimed, pointing triumphantly. “Even Mattsun says so!”

“It is our day,” Iwaizumi argued. “I just don’t want any deaths on the team-“

“Blah, blah, anyone would think you wanted to win the Olympics,” Oikawa interrupted. “Makki and Mattsun have come a long way for us, you know, at least spend time with them.”

Hinata, ever lacking in social skills, chose this moment to wave enthusiastically at Oikawa. “Tooru!!” he greeted. “I didn’t expect to see you here!”

“You didn’t expect to see me at pride?” Oikawa snarked, but he stood to hug Shoyo with a grin. “Iwa, I’ve decided. We’re joining these guys.”

“What about us?!” ‘Mattsun’ complained, helping Oikawa to disentangle their chairs and drag them over to join the bigger table. “We don’t even know them.”

“Volleyballers, this is Makki and Mattsun,” Oikawa introduced quickly. “Makki and Mattsun, this is the Japanese volleyball team. You know them already.”

“They’re Hanamaki and Matsukawa,” Iwaizumi elaborated, pointing at each in turn. “Sorry for the intrusion.” He made no effort to dissuade Oikawa from inserting himself into the group, knowing full well there was no stopping Oikawa. Ever.

Another group walked by the window, blasting Super Bass. Oikawa immediately began chanting the words; Sakusa, who had removed his mask to sip tentatively at his drink, started to mouth along too.  Iwaizumi, looking very close to killing himself, said, “Let’s move on, shall we?”

-

The parade began happily enough. After Bokuto managed to grasp the concept of drag queens, he immediately became their biggest fan, screaming and cheering whenever one went past. Akaashi simply kept a hold of his hand so he didn’t run out into the road and trample anyone, and smiled agreeably whenever Bokuto pointed something out to him.

“Simp,” Atsumu muttered under his breath; Sakusa looked at him questioningly, but Atsumu just flashed him a grin and offered to top up his friend’s SPF.

Oikawa, meanwhile, had tugged Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa into a circle to dance. Hanamaki appeared to be doing his best, but Iwaizumi and Matsukawa were just observing - Mattsun was multitasking by recording, snickering, and daring Makki to do stupider and stupider moves. Oikawa looked like he was about to start breakdancing, as Iwaizumi covered his eyes and tried very hard to become invisible.

Hinata and Kageyama had somehow found a row of vendors and covered themselves in pride flags, from pin badges to face paint to literal flags stuck in their buttonholes, pockets and collars. Kageyama was finding it especially hard to move as he was encrusted with rainbows, but seemed content to stand still and watch Hinata, who was constantly being offered people’s numbers. Kageyama gave a satisfied nod every time Hinata turned one down, and every moment of hesitation deepened his scowl by another millimetre.

Yaku looked ready to pass out from heat on the sidewalk, leaning heavily on Komori, whose eyebrows seemed to enjoy Dolly Parton immensely. Aran had been sent on a mission to find more water.

“You’re going to be 60% water by the time you’ve finished,” Hoshiumi commented.

“All humans are anything from 45-75% water,” Bokuto recited, and beamed proudly. “Isn’t it amazing that I still remember that from university?”

“It’s so amazing,” said Akaashi, before anyone else could react. “You’re so smart.”

“Thanks, Keiji! Never as smart as you!”

Atsumu gagged.

“Homophobia,” Oikawa accused, seeing him. “Two people being innocently gay, and you’re gagging?”

“Oh, please,” said Atsumu. “Me? Homophobic? Me?”

“Yeah, he’s gay too!” Hinata agreed.

“Bi, thank you so much,” Atsumu corrected.

Oikawa gasped. “A woman kisser!”

“You’re a woman kisser, moron,” Iwaizumi said.

“Only in theory!”

“Just say you don’t like women,” Atsumu advised. “Less embarrassing than admitting it’s them that don’t like you.”

“Everyone likes women,” Hinata disagreed.

“I meant romantically.”

“Oh.” Hinata shrugged. “Well, I like women in all senses, anyway.”

“That’s not the point, Shoyo, because women like you back.”

Kageyama made a discontented noise. “I wish they didn’t,” he muttered.

“What?” asked Hinata. “Did you say something?”

“No.”

“He did,” Atsumu teased. “He said that-“

Kageyama threw a flag at him. “Stop!”

“Chill, dude, I didn’t even hear you,” Atsumu assured him.

“I did,” said Komori idly. “Do I get a free flag too?”

“No!”

“Guys, shut up,” said Yaku. He’d finally collapsed onto the pavement. “You need to hear my last will and testament.”

“You’re not dying,” Iwaizumi dismissed, but he knelt down and felt Yaku’s pulse. “Oh. Well, you’re probably not dying, but maybe we should-“

“Hospital?” Yaku asked.

“Hospital,” Iwaizumi agreed.

-

-

--

“…So who gets his money?”

“Bad timing, Koutarou.”

A03 | Exclusives | Tip Me | Commissions

[submissivegayfrenchboy2]

18 / 08 / 2024

🇬🇧🇺🇸 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇸

MY RETURN ON TUMBLR! 😁

This is the first post from the blog @submissivegayfrenchboy2, formerly @submissivegayfrenchboy.

I told you I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye, which means my disappearance has only one explanation: my previous account was deleted. Have I been reported? For what reason? I don't know the reasons for the deletion of my account, but I only know that I was not informed of it.

And that this resulted in the loss of all my published stories, that is to say almost 500 since 2019, which amounts to around a hundred per year for 5 years. Tumblr was part of my life before 2019 and the start of my account, and I had a wonderful time there, started to become known and have hundreds of subscribers.

I will not forget the good times, the exchanges and the wonderful encounters. If I came back it is largely for my readers, my subscribers and my friends, including @leftprogrammingroadtripdean, @tidodore2, @roro29sstuff, @fartfagoutlet, @theleomarspt2, @bat-woodfeet-us, @thejwolf24, @jamesfootphag, @whiteboicuckie, @antoniomatosxd2, @houseboi999, @bdsmaistories, @tidodorearabgodsfantasy.

Feel free to send me a message 😁 though I can't answer you. Come to Deviantart and we'll figure a solution to interact.

I can't receive or send a message, so please go on Deviantart to text me 😁

Writing on Tumblr allowed me to be part of a community, and to discover myself through exchanges, and to flourish sexually.

I could have chosen not to try to return to Tumblr, but I experienced my disappearance very badly, as if I had never existed.

I don't know what caused me to be deleted, especially since I had more than 250 drafts of stories, articles, games, collaborations waiting to be published.

I still have lots of story ideas, but I lost the messages that people sent me privately asking for certain stories, as well as the ones that I wrote with people, which have disappeared.

I don't know how quickly I'll post again, and how often, since I can't unfortunately interact yet.

But I hope to benefit from your support ♥️

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🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

MON RETOUR SUR TUMBLR 🥰

Ceci est le premier post du blog @submissivegayfrenchboy2, autrefois @submissivegayfrenchboy. N'hésitez pas à m'envoyer un message 😁 Je vous avais dit que je ne partirais pas sans vous dire au revoir, ce qui signifie que ma disparition n'a qu'une seule explication : mon précédent compte a été supprimé. Ai-je été signalé ? Pour quelle raison ? J'ignore les motifs de la suppression de mon compte, mais je sais seulement que je n'en ai pas été informé. Et que cela a eu pour conséquence la perte de toutes mes histoires publiées, c'est-à-dire près de 500 depuis 2019, ce qui revient à environ une centaine par an depuis 5 ans.

Tumblr faisait parti de ma vie avant 2019 et le début de mon compte, et j'y ai passé des moments merveilleux, j'ai commencé à devenir connu et avoir des centaines d'abonnés. Je n'oublierais pas les bons moments, les échanges et les belles rencontres.

Si je suis revenu c'est en grande parti pour mes lecteurs, mes abonnés et mes amis, parmi lesquels @leftprogrammingroadtripdean, @tidodore2, @roro29sstuff, @fartfagoutlet, @theleomarspt2, @bat-woodfeet-us, @thejwolf24, @jamesfootphag, @antoniomatosxd2, @houseboi999, @bdsmaistories, @tidodorearabgodsfantasy

Écrire sur Tumblr me permettait de faire parti d'une communauté, et de me découvrir par des échanges, et de m'épanouir sexuellement. J'aurais pu choisir de ne pas tenter de revenir sur Tumblr, mais j'ai très mal vécu ma disparition, comme si je n'avais jamais existé.

J'ignore ce qui m'a valu d'être supprimé, d'autant que j'avais plus de 250 brouillons d'histoires, d'articles, de jeux, de collaborations attendant d'être publiées. J'ai encore pleins d'idées d'histoires, mais j'ai perdu les messages qu'on m'avait envoyé en privé me demandant certaines histoires, ainsi que celles que j'avais écrites avec des personnes, et qui ont disparues.

J'ignore à quel rythme je vais publier à nouveau.

Mais j'espère bénéficier de votre soutien ♥️

[zombiedumbie]

I was not planning in post this because it's too long and it's just a draft, BUT I need to get used in posting smut here so...

here's a draft about you and sanji in a hot day. ~1,600 words.

afab!reader, pet names (english & french), ice cube use, not proofread. mdni!

you always secretly loved it when sanji flirted with you, even though you knew he did it with every girl he saw. nami swore there was something special about the way he did that to you, and robin added that sanji really liked you. all you wanted was for it to be true.

but you couldn't deny that the late night conversations you had when you woke up in the middle of the night had something special, just like nami had said. several times, you sat at the kitchen table and chatted with him as he expertly cooked everyone's meal; or sanji came to you, you lying near the Belle-mère's orange trees, to talk in a boring late afternoon, and you spent hours there. but none of those times were you able to express what you felt, never daring to say anything that showed an interest in him.

but the night before, while you were drinking for some reason invented by Usopp and Luffy, your conscious barriers were knocked down just for that moment. in a conversation between you, robin and nami, you revealed that no man had ever made you cum, and sanji couldn't help but overhear that, his ears always listening to the three of you's conversation, looking for any mention of his name by your mouth.

"oh, sanji hasn't come into action yet, apparently," robin commented jokingly. his face filled with a slight pink and his mouth curved into a smile.

"he could do something," you said, laughing. which made nami look at you with twinkle in her eyes.

"look, Robin! a confession!" the navigator said, smiling. "I knew it! I knew it!" meanwhile, the cook's cheeks took on a red hue that rose to his ears. he took advantage of the fact that you were looking at the bow of the boat, sitting over the deck, and left before you saw him. poor sanji needed a few more minutes of air to be able to return to his friends.

the next day, after lunch, you faced a draft so unbearable that you could barely stand on deck, so you walked to the galley, to find your favorite cook doing the dishes. you practically didn't talk that day, since you woke up later than usual, with a slight headache from last night's drink; he was also acting strange, but you didn't have the patience to ask what had happened, only now, after lunch and a few liters of water in your body, you wanted to understand what was going on.

you walked over to the empty counter next to the sink, lifting your body to sit there.

"sanji," you called, but he didn't answer. he seemed distracted by his cigarette, but what you didn't know was that he was making a huge effort not to look at your bare thighs because of the skirt you were wearing. you tilted your head, leaning your cheek against your shoulder. "why don't you talk to me? did i do something?"

sanji looked at you finally. the way your hair fell over your skin, yout parted lips and bare legs seemed to scream at him. sanji looked away, feeling that you would drive him crazy with all this. the truth is, after hearing that, all night sanji couldn't stop thinking of thousands of ways he could satisfy you and make you feel what you deserved.

his eyes darkened just thinking about it again.

"I'm sorry, ma fraise. I was just busy," you didn't believe it, but decided not to say any more.

next to him, there was a bucket full of ice cubes, which he was using to cool the water he was drinking, you crawled across the counter, trying to reach the bucket to get one of the cubes. sanji had to be quick to wipe the blood from his nose, his mind already wandering with thoughts again.

your voice walked freely through his head, repeating what he had heard before. naughty thoughts would start to creep in, the idea of his fingers between your legs, or how you must taste, or...

"ah!~", your voice caught his attention, you were lifting your hair to run the ice cube over your neck. "it's hot today!" your voice, which should have sounded like a complaint, sounded like a tease to him, and he couldn't help himself.

"let me cool you down, love," he said, and you could only laugh, thinking it was yet another innocent comment, but his voice sounded so lustful.

"I want to see how you're going to do this," that was enough for his eyes to darken even more. he was already done with the dishes, so he just dried his hands and grabbed the ice bucket. holding your hand, he looked into your eyes and said, "come down and follow me".

you hesitated for a few moments, mainly because of the thicker and more bossy tone his voice took on, that one didn't sound like sanji. when you realized they were heading towards his room, your heart wanted to stop at the same time that it accelerated.

what was he going to do?! sure, he'll probably find a way to cool you down, but why in his room? and why did he look so… weird?

anxiety was a key part of yout excitement at that moment.

he opened the door and made room for you to pass. he calmly walked in and closed the door behind him, setting the ice bucket down on a small table and motioning for you to sit down on the bed. he walked over to you, the serious expression on his face made you swallow hard.

with two fingers, he lifted your face and leaned in, his face approached yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but his mouth came right up to your ears.

"princess, you already know what's going to happen in that room, so if you want to stop it, just leave," you gulped. of course that possibility had crossed your mind, but you thought there was no chance he really wanted to have sex with you, nor could you understand the reasons behind it. maybe nami said something to him? or maybe robin? neither of them would do that. maybe you accidentally told him when you was drunk and didn't remember. "if you stay in this room, you're giving me the right to do whatever I want with you", so you gulped, not caring about his motives anymore.

"I trust you, sanji," you said.

then he turned away from your face, looking at you from above. "very good". then he knelt down between your legs.

you took a deep breath, trying to relax from it all.

his hand reached for one of the ice cubes in the bucket. his hand hovered over your thigh, running the cube close enough to your skin that you could feel the chill.

"nami said that we are passing through a very long current of hot air," the ice began to melt between his fingers, and a few drops of ice water began to fall on the inner part of your thigh, causing your legs to involuntarily close in a spasm, a slight sigh left your mouth when your skin felt the thermal shock of the cold water. "we'll probably only leave it at the beginning of the night," the drops ran down your thigh, sanji seemed to be just preparing your skin. "so we'll have the whole hot afternoon."

then he pressed the ice against your leg, making your body shudder. his fingertips were soft against the sensitive skin of your thigh, he moved the cube slowly, brushing the ice away from you every now and then so it didn't burn your skin.

"hmmm!" you groaned, throwing your head back. having sanji so close to your panties was a new feeling, but addictive from the first contact, you felt your pussy starting to throb. the cube soon melted, so sanji grabbed another one, you prepared to feel the ice on your thigh again, but he brought it to his mouth. you looked at him confused, but he just looked back at you and gave a smile.

he climbed onto the bed, sitting beside you. his fingers was still cold, so he brought it to your neck, caressing it before bringing his mouth down, kissing your neck with his icy cold tongue. you would have collapsed on the bed if he hadn't held you with his other arm. leaving a few kisses along the way, he moved up to your ear again. "no need to worry mon ange, I'll take care of you". you closed your eyes and threw your head back again, leaving room for him to continue kissing you.

sanji was capricious with his movements, and his tongue had the surety of someone who had done it many times, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed, of course sanji had done these things to many women before. you thought it would be just one more.

impatiently, you opened your bra underneath your shirt, sanji couldn't help but notice that and smiled against his neck. "calm down honey, we still have all afternoon," and then he traced a path from your collarbone to the bottom of your jaw with his icy tongue. your head felt so light.

"sanji...", you looked at him with pleading eyes, begging for more. sanji would like to give you everything he could, but your desperate look also made him want to take longer and longer. "please..." you said low, like a lament.

you saw his erection in the tight suit pants, and your hand ran there as your mouth watered. but he stopped you before could even reach him. "what did I say, sweetie? calm down," his eyes looked darker. your fingers straightened before retracted and sanji let go of your hand. "this is to cool you down," he pulled his face from the crook of your neck, looking at you.

[catchingbigfish]

writeblr re-introduction | catchingbigfish

hi! call me elle (they/she). i'm in my 30s, work adjacent to the legal field in my day job, and i'm studying for my MA in english! i post more about my life over at my main, @prettytothink-so, which is also the account i follow from!

i'm a david lynch obsessive, hence the url/pfp, but i love death bed: the bed that eats as much as i do blue velvet. my primary literary influences are shirley jackson, carmen maria machado, janet fitch, confessional poets, and more recently, a healthy dose of knausgaard.

i write prose & poetry with a heavy emphasis on the body, the darker sides of life, and relationships. my fiction is character-centric, driven by ensemble casts of weird and fucked up people, and characters tend to go through exquisite and grotesque things like body horror, warped and broken time, hauntings, posessions, and sex. my work is definitely 18+ and i try not to engage with minors.

i'd love to get to know other writers, esp if you write/read any of the following:

dysfunctional relationships (particularly with ensemble casts and found or of-origin families)

horror and gothic literature

body horror, nightmares, and dream logic

romance, including sex, and relationships, esp. in horror themes

i like to say i'm always open to ask + tag games, but i'm most likely to respond to an ask game than a tag! if you wanna know more about my wips, see below the cut:

click the titles for the wip intros!

conversion

status: w/ beta readers short synopsis: Rosalyn arrives to the U for her MFA in fashion-making and falls into a group of sick women artists bonded by a disputed diagnosis. She starts faking it to fit in, finds the friendships she'd always wanted, and ends up with a choice between the unthinkable and her new ride-or-die crew.

dark academia/litfic/cult novel. this project has had me in a chokehold for 18+ months and it's the most fun i've ever had writing something. stay tuned for my query journey, coming to you probably near the end of this year!

might've been, never was

status: drafted short synopsis: Lily and her friends thought their thirties would be different. They find a way to adopt new bodies, but one of them takes it too far, and the rest have to decide whether to stop her or join in.

a satire in the same vein as conversion. currently vying with the next two WIPs for main focus while betas work through conversion. project playlist is 2 songs: teen idle and celebrity skin. the closest i'll ever come to autofiction because the idea to write "a love letter to being mentally ill in your 30s" came up when i was a teensy bit manic.

seed of the woman

status: drafted short synopsis: A woman goes on a Christian yoga retreat hoping to return to some sense of her self. Instead, she's bitten by a snake and goes on a tour through the choices that led her here.

body horror/religious horror novella. nightmare/dream-logic story that's my latest attempt to write something explaining how rational and reasonable a choice it would be for a woman to choose satan over god.

the awakening re-telling

status: drafting short synopsis: The Awakening by Kate Chopin, but set it in the modern Quiverfull movement/fundamentalist Christianity circles.

i've called this the awakening x duggars but it's not really about them; i'm just obsessed with the religious theme lately

so it goes

status: hiatus short synopsis: A multigenerational saga about women who see Death.

my trunk novel/magnum opus. will probably never finish. about sex, death, what we fill the void with when we let go of religion, the violence of inherited trauma, and the bridge between two states of being

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

MoaH Dungeon Design Principles

I know I talked about this over on Wattpad, but I haven't talked about it here. I'm gonna copy paste a chunk out of the post-GoS update I did on why MoaH is absolutely massive first, and then I'll add more.

Ok. So. I might have been a little overly ambitious with MoaH. When I first drafted MoaH's arc, I was trying to offer a response to BOTW's dungeon design, which I, as a classic LoZ enjoyer, did not think lived up to reputation. TOTK also didn't really address this problem in my opinion, but was an improvement, that came out after MoaH was on hiatus. I have a lot of thoughts on how classic and Wild duo dungeon design differ and why I prefer classic design, but to summarize those thoughts, BOTW/TOTK design focuses on the world as an interactive landscape, classic design focuses on the importance of location. I felt like a reasonable compromise to the shrines vs dungeons discussion was to have a number of shrines working together to explain a dungeon's core puzzle before you did that dungeon, along with the smaller number making the dungeon locations more integrated into the settings they were in, bridging both location and landscape. The BOTW/TOTK tutorial sections do this and the Ballad of a Champion DLC also does this, and those were the elements I applied to MoaH's dungeon design. I also, quite frankly, wanted to see if I could do a bigger setting than BOTW, and now, TOTK.

I do want to expand on the nature of MoaH's dungeon design though because when this is being written, the second "shrine" is going out for book 1. And I want to discuss that some more. And I promise this isn't going to be a shit on the Wild duo hour, but I am gonna be critical of the design for a bit.

To expand on my thoughts on BOTW/TOTK dungeons, I know a huge part of why they are the way they are is because of asset limitations. Nintendo made 120 shrines and then the dungeons, and there's only so much memory the Switch can handle. And in looking at the Wild duo by design, so much of those games focus on the concept of "Ma," which is a Japanese concept on the appreciation of empty space. And that's so much of the Wild duo. Navigating the Wild duo is about experiencing the wilderness of Hyrule. In an example of the exploration of landscape, of the appreciation of nature and Ma, it excels, in spades.

But. I think that comes back to why it feels so strongly off from classic design. Because classic Zelda dungeon design is about the importance of place. About how this location being cursed/taken over directly impacts the world, on multiple levels (grand quest, regional quest, personal quest). To which you might say, that's there too in the Wild duo, and you're not wrong but the framing is different. Let me provide an example:

In Wind Waker, the first full dungeon you go to is Dragon Roost Caverns. Progressing through and solving the issue in Dragon Roost hits all three. Grand quest, you gotta get Din's Pearl. Regional/local, Valoo being upset means that the local Rito can't get the scales they need to get their wings. And then there are multiple personal levels in which that affects; Komali getting his wings, Medli being an attendant, and the relationship between the chief and his son.

Let's compare that to the regional quest in TOTK with the Zora. Seems like it would check off the boxes: need to get to the temple to find Zelda (grand), get the sludge to stop (regional), and help Sidon uncover his role as a Sage (personal). But, there are two other elements that I think these stories fail on.

One, the temple itself isn't impactful to the world because of how removed it is. This is better with the Divine Beasts, but they're still not quite the same kind of impact. The rain and the sludge negatively impact the Zora, absolutely, it's a hazard to them. But the loss of Dragon Roost Caverns impacts the Rito's culture, part of their identity. The temples in TOTK are all so ancient there are barely stories about them. Dragon Roost Caverns is part of the Rito's ongoing lives. It doesn't have that same impact. I get a few temples being like that, but all of the dungeons are like that in the Wild duo, removing some of that connection between the two. It makes it feel too game-y and less connected narratively.

Two, in making the games open world in the way they are and taking out the metroidvania of Zelda games, it also takes out the interconnectedness of the world. One of the joys of Zelda is getting new items and then going back and seeing an area recovered. Better, it's seeing how the people once affected are engaging with the world now. Less in big identifiable NPCs, more in "Oh, we fixed the Dodongo Mines, now the Gorons are scattered around the map." The Wild duo made the peoples so regional that, outside of Lookout Landing, we don't see them interacting with each other as a kingdom. It made sense in BOTW why that would be. By TOTK, it made less sense. It also removes the impact of you as the player's successes in overcoming the dungeons. And personally, because I wasn't faffing with Korok seeds, after I got the shrines in a region, I found very little motivation to go back to areas because of how big the world was. The size of it all actively made the world feel more disconnected and there was no real reward in the world that made completing the dungeons unite it more.

Look, again, I'm not saying that it's bad design. I am saying that it is a hard shift from pre-existing Zelda design. And the series has done more open world settings before without this being an issue (both Wind Waker and A Link Between Worlds I think are better examples of open world Zeldas). I said this before, and I feel less strongly about it now, but if you took out the Zelda names, how easy do the Wild duo maintain their identities as Zelda games? How easy would it be to change them to a new IP? That doesn't make them bad games. It does highlight I think that the jump from where the franchise was to where the Wild duo games took it was a huge leap. All of that to say, this is where MoaH's dungeon design starts its iterations.

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Break because that was a lot. I said in the earlier blurb that I thought a good bridge to that design choice was something halfway: a handful of shrines that teach the mechanics of a dungeon OR a bunch of buildings connected together to collectively make a dungeon. I'm leaning towards the former because of MoaH's scale and that would be tedious if it were gameplay for the setting.

I know technically this is spoilers, but also technically going into a Zelda game one will assume there are dungeons. The fun of it is seeing what they're like. The Hyrule arc/book 1 has three shrines, a dungeon, and a bonus dungeon/shrine (scale here is smaller than a dungeon but larger than a shrine). The three shrines (Farore's, Nayru's, and Din's) all serve as examples to the puzzle mechanics that will be in the main dungeon (for now, Hylia's Temple). For book 1, easy puzzles, it's the first dungeon. That's where we get to explore more in the further books.

I also wanted to change how the characters interact with puzzles as they go through the world. That's why each of the shrines has a mini boss and an item (side note, MoaH Link is gonna be kitted to the nines, there are over 40 dungeon relics planned, not counting ordinary items he gets too like the bomb bag and lantern). The expanding arsenal changes how the party is going to be able to tackle problems. I imagine that, fitting for the D&D comparisons, each of the characters have two item slots for relics they can easily carry on top of their own weapons. So the dispersement of that kit across the party changes how the characters are going to be able to confront puzzles and monsters moving forward as they get more. But more kit, more problems, bigger monsters. This is why the moblin comment is in the early chapter. I had to watch my power scaling early. Moblins are serious threats in this Hyrule.

You will also note that most of the shrine arcs are proceeded by chapters on how the situation in the shrine is troubling the locals. And there are always local named "NPCs" affected. Further, NPCs come back. Book 2 has an arc resolution that requires a character from book 1 to come back. The stories of people being affected are not forgotten for the main quest. Now, MoaH also has to balance the party's interpersonal stories as well as the three levels I already outlined, that's why some of the shrine arcs don't all have very in depth NPC stories, they're going on setting assumption that there is a monster there that needs dealing with (and they're right). But all of the temples are still attached or are places that losing directly affects a local area.

On top of all of that, I can't keep this stale. You'd assume after a bit, three shrines, one dungeon, bonus dungeon, that's the formula. You'd be wrong. Not only does the order need to change, but the number of shrines changes when we get into the local religions and how they choose to honor the pantheon (now that 40+ number is adding up).

Further, original mini bosses and bosses for every single one. My creature creating has never been more flexed. And so far y'all have only seen mini bosses. I'll let you ruminate on what that means for bosses.

Look, I'm not trying to toot my own horn here. I'm not saying MoaH is the perfect response to this problem I've outlined. It is a response, and I don't have asset limitations like a console does. But this is the basis for which MoaH design begins. I'll leave the rest for y'all to discover. That's part of the adventure too.

[frost-eyed-autumn]

21. What helps you recharge when you feel burned out writing?

Mun Preferences

{--Its kinda hard to say that there's any one specific thing. It kind of depends on the reason for the burnout, I guess.

I think the one that's the easiest to deal with is just pure writing burnout where I know already what I want to write, but the motivation to actually write it just isn't there. That one can be as simple as just doing something else for a while like play a video game, or putting on some white noise or study music to help my brain get into the right flow. Sometimes recharging from writing burnout is as simple as give yourself permission to do something else not related to writing.

Or maybe the problem is what you're writing. Sometimes I can't write IC things or stories for jack or shit, but set me down to write about some sort of non-fiction passion of mine and I could draft you an entire encyclopedia on it in 5 minutes.

Then there's other writer's block that comes from being stuck. Kind of a "how do I respond to this?" / "how do I turn this into something of substance?" or just generally not knowing what to write.

I find for me at least, that kind of writer's block comes from not having worked out a solid idea of what my goals for the interaction / thread are. Of course you're not able to write, because there's no clear vision.

I usually take a step back from actually trying to Write The Thing and spend some time turning over different ideas in my head. What am I or the character hoping to get out of the thread? Do I want to continue things longer or keep the interaction short and sweet? Do I want/hope for a certain kind of relationship to form between the characters involved? What's the most satisfying tone for that interaction for me? Happy? Sad? Funny? Angsty?

Through this sort of self-drilling, I can start to take "nothing" and put together "something" one lego brick at a time. Its not necessarily that I'll achieve any of those particular goals, even when more heavy plotting is involved between me and another partner, but it at least gets things moving again instead of just being stuck in place.

And also, is there any specific thing holding back my ability to respond to or write something? Like for instance, a situation that really just doesn't vibe well with the particular muse, or irreconcilable barriers in the interaction between characters (think of it as, one muse wants to go left, the other wants to go right, and neither has a good reason to change course even if it means going separate ways and ending the interaction).

Chuuya in particular is one of my more stubborn muses when it comes to doing things "By The Book". Specifically, his and the Port Mafia's book. He's an Executive for a reason. Everything he does has some level of rhyme, reason, and thought to it even if he seems like a loose canon. Good luck changing his mind about certain things, so the challenge with him as a muse becomes finding the right justification to make him go along with something he wouldn't otherwise.

Sometimes that might be something like an off-screen intervention by another character (see: Mori giving orders, as an example). Or it might be throwing a new wrench into the circumstances of the thread so that a good reason to Do The Thing has been introduced.

Mind you though, trying to force it too hard and throw in total nonsense just to get from Point A to Point B doesn't really work for me or certain muses I have a lot of the time. That sort of redirection in a thread, for me at least, just makes things feel cheap and unsatisfying. So coming up with something that has genuine, honest impact is key, imo.

Also! Sometimes the problem of the writer's block is you're just not managing to scratch a particular itch. For instance, if you want more meaningful and long plotted threads, and all you're really getting is shallow asks that go nowhere, that's going to kill your writing motivation imo.

Or sometimes its something like you're doing too many long, complicated threads and your attention span is just "No" at anything longer than one paragraph.

Sometimes the solution to burnout is to scratch whatever itch you're not getting already. Obviously you can't really control what your RP partners/other people want to write or send you, so worse comes to worse, you can always write your own little drabbles or headcanons or whatever that has your interest and basically get it out of your system enough that you can then focus on whatever other things you're stuck on.

Also! As a last thing, sometimes its because you're too distracted or inundated by a bunch of other shit. Like scrolling a website, watching videos on youtube or tiktok, et cetera. Sometimes what you really need to do is just sit with yourself and let your thoughts flow. Like take a shower or lie in bed or meditate and just do nothing.

You know how people always talk about having "shower thoughts"? Its because its one of the few places where most people these days having nothing else to do except be with themselves and think. Sometimes the problem is that you really just need to shut down everything else going on to clear your head and find the answer.--}

[ge]

🎭— i've been craving for an au thats like, instead of cm going to the future like the novel originally goes, he's instead transported to the past. because listen, just imagine the fucking whiplash he gets when he sees everyone who died just a few minutes (in his time) earlier, alive and well. like oh my god would i eat that UP... the angst and hurt/comfort that i'd get is insane. because once cm realizes he's not on par with the heavenly demon and that years from now everyone he loves would die, he would train SO intensely that hwasan is both surprised and incredibly worried. because hes so obsessed with it that he barely even comes out anymore

and i'd also love the contrast between how cm was before (a littl more carefree... sillay... you know..) to how he is now, obsessed with being more powerful for a reason nobody could ever guess

like, they'd do everything to get him to cheer up or do something else because its getting worrying, but it doesn't work because like... really who COULD stop cm.... and it gets worse and worse that cheong mun has to step in and bla bla bla... YOU KNOW!!!! THAT BOY NEEDS THERAPY!!!!

i need 2 see him cry so bad too in the fic. LET HIM BREAK DOWN!!! LRT HIM CRY AND SOB !!!! HE DESERVES IT !!!!

now actually, i do in fact have a rough draft of this idea (around ~1.5k) but i ended up dropping it to write the other fic.. maybe i'll continue it if i feel like it

teensie excerpt from the fic:

Flashes of red pass by the corner of his vision— bodies being piled up into a mountain of corpses one by one, Cheong Mun dying in front of him, his blood splattering on his clothes that were covered in red—

And Tang Bo, Tang Bo, dying in his arms.

Cheong Myeong bites his lips harshly, the taste of metal spilling across his lips as he clutches his stomach, feeling the burning feeling of bile rise in his throat as more visions pass by, each vision cruller than the last.

(Cheon Ma's eyes stare at him with pity.)

(It's infuriating)

There's a few visions which did not appear from the war— of the happier days when the Heavenly demon did not yet conquer and destroy their world to the brink of death.

It was the days when he would lay side by side with Tang Bo under a clear sky, or when he would run with him hand in hand in green fields with blood not of their own. Of Cheong Mun's furrowed brow when he had to take care of Cheong Myeong's antics. Except it was muddled and overlapping with the red of his mind, his memories, his hands.

(It hurts.)

if the writing is a little iffy... dont mind it... i havent revised it in like 4 weeks ... THIS ASK IS GETTING TOO LONG!!!! 🎭 OUT!!!!

I LOVE THESE AUS GAHH chung myung coming back and probably trying to pretend as if nothings wrong but the sect members see right through his act immediately but unsure how to approach him about it because hes never behaved this way before, all of a sudden he is so unpredictable and unapproachable.. one day before, he was goofing off and sneaking out to drink and to cause trouble but the next, hes tense and haunted, bags under his steely gaze and fists clenched tightly to the point of trembling, as if he's a sparking live wire and chung mun has no idea how to defuse him.... it probably hurts him even more when chung myung refuses to speak about whats troubling him, brushing his concerns and worries off with a strained grin and shifty eyes, because chung mun only ever known chung myung to speak his mind, and loudly at that, so to see him suddenly so reclusive, closed off and hurting himself by training nonstop to the point of bloody handed exertion..it scares him

[tastesoftamriel]

Need your work edited and proofread? Can't seem to break out of those nasty writing habits? Just looking to add some oomph to that pesky fanfic that's been sitting in your drafts for two years? I'm here to help! Message me for more information and let's make 2023 the year you hit all your writing goals! ~Tal

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*Why are your prices so high?

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*How do you organise your rates?

-Depending on the project, I tend to work at about six to ten pages per hour, as I go through meticulously and tidy up spelling and grammatical errors, suggest rewrites, and even do backup research. My rates will therefore vary from project to project; for example, a 60 page novella ranges from £300-400, shorter stories from £120, and academic essays from £180-250. Of course, I negotiate all my prices with my clients beforehand, to make sure that this is something that they can afford. On request, I'm also happy to negotiate payment plans to something more affordable and suited to my clients' needs.

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*What is your work process like?

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Over the editing period, I will make detailed timestamped comments with explanations. Every day, I will make a new document copied from the previous one to track my progress. Once I'm done, I will send through a final copy that the client can download and edit freely, and accept the final payment. I am available for further advice and questions after this final payment at no additional cost.

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[periodically-puzzled]

20, 28, 47

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

Answered.

28. handwritten notes or typed notes?

Some of both! Usually typed, though, for writing. This is going to sound insane, but it’s my actual reasoning: if I drop dead one day, folks are way more likely to read through what I have on paper than what I have on Docs. And I don’t particularly care to have people remember me by my least coherent draft attempts.

47. what story are you most proud of?

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like %@$&*mas, better known as the Chanukah fic or the Hallmark fic. It was this whole undertaking. I published one chapter a day over the 25 days leading up through the holidays (like an Advent calendar), and for the most part, I wrote it in real time. Not only did I manage to get every chapter up on time, I think it’s the best writing I’ve ever done, and I had the best time with it that I’ve ever had with a fan project or a fan community.

A related announcement: I’m doing another Spideypool holiday project this year! It’s very tonally different - not at all a Hallmark movie this time around - but it’ll be the same publishing structure. The Time of Miracles begins December 1st at midnight GMT.

[secret-third-thing]

Fanfiction writing ask, all the ones that end in zero goooooooo!

OMG THAT'S SO MANY. Thank you thank you thank you

10 -Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Multiple ones, but I "limit" myself to max 3 fic at a time. My biggest challenge is finishing things, so I’ve been really pushing myself to balance some short pieces with only one long one. That being said, I have an idea document that I keep updated, so I don’t lose anything that I really like.

20 - Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

Canon is easier for some reason? I think that’s because I like working within confines of a pre-existing world rather than having A TON of possibility. That being said, I am warming up to AUs and have been trying my hand at them.

30 - How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

A ton. I try and get everything out at once. Then I read for plot…does it make sense (hopefully)? Then I edit for specific word choice. Then I go back and do this bit over and over until I get so sick of the chapter that I would rather clean my apartment. THEN I run everything through grammarly and pray it catches everything. Then I post… and then I find errors. : ) 

40 - What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?

I don't have a lot out but BITW is my fav...which is just ACOTAR 2.0. SJM didn’t give us a lot on Montesere so I basically built an entire nation/economy/politics for several months so I’d have something to work with. It’s not perfect but I’m proud of it. 

50 - How would you describe your writing style?

I’m cheating here a bit. My writing instructor from when I took a class this year says that I like to write with visceral sensations err… like “feel it in your body” kind of things. I don’t know if my fanfics really embody that, but my original fiction definitely leans on sensations being a major component of my writing. I also am very plot driven.

60 - In [insert fic], what inspired the idea for the plot?

I’ll do a 2 for 1 on this one You’re going to laugh at this, BITW was inspired by The Cruel Prince, Natasha, Pierre, and the War of 1812 (aka War and Peace), St. George and the Dragon, and my desperate need for Eris to get laid by someone who will give him hell first. Heatwave is just inspired by Rockport, MA + My late cousin who had Elain’s job.

70 - Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

GreenZeus and LadyTess (both not on Tumblr????? idk). I need to use this feature more often. I didn’t start actually “USING” AO3 until recently so I’m still discovering how this site works haha. I am certain that in a month I will have about 30 writers on this list.

80 - Free space - asker can come up with any writing or fic-related question they want!

You didn't give me a question so I'll ask a random one I just thought of <3: What's the longest thing you've ever written?

Back from 2015-18 I co-wrote a fic with a close friend. It was this very CW-style (like riverdale) queer drama about slightly supernatural-ish teens living in a mansion in the woods. I still have all of it. I wish I could do something with it one day, but the timing isn't right. It's two hundred typed pages...single spaced.

[1d1195]

I would never just leave without at least saying goodbye! I know I’ll probably leave at some point since life happens but I cherish every interaction we’ve had so I wouldn’t just leave you hanging💕

Also hot TA was kinda crazy one day he came in carrying on his bike into lecture and bestie… this man was wearing his button down open and I could see his muscles! I was I freezes up again😭

I’m so glad you are feeling better! Hope that during this break you can rest and get the much needed self care time! I understand how writing series can be a bit discouraging since people do tend to not want to commit for various reasons. I don’t think though that the stories aren’t worth telling. While I do think it can be time consuming and it is a lot of work, I think you’re series have been so amazing and sometimes it’s hard to come up with ways to say how great they are! But of course bestie whatever you decide is what’s best! Plus December has rough so inspo or brain power can be hard!

I’ve never knew that about Massachusetts, that’s so cute! Omg I love apple pies! We don’t really bake(lowkey I could have been a baker but my mom is crazy about the kitchen lol) so we go to this very small town where they make the best pies ever, I die every time lol also kinda crazy your sister almost destroyed your family’s history with pressing flowers 😭(love pressing flowers so I get her lol) also love that you guys have a cookbook! Can’t relate as in everything is done through memory and I was not blessed with that lol

I think at this point basketball bf is just top tier! I’ll definitely be surprised if any new book guys take his place!

This full moon was actually so pretty and it was probably the first clear night we’ve had in a while! -💜

I dread the day I leave tumblr lol. I love it here honestly. I love our interactions so much. It will be tragic. 💕

He so did that on purpose. Men are the worst. Then you're supposed to focus on school? No. Impossible. Some weird form of torture to just look at muscles when you're supposed to be learning.

I do really love baking. I don't think I'm THAT good at it or anything (thinking of Miss Cupcake in Ding) but it's nice and I'm good at following a recipe. I'm def feeling much better. A little lacking in Christmas spirit to be honest now that it's really upon us, but I'm going to do some cleaning as soon as I wrap up these messages so maybe that will help. I will def be finishing The Lottery but I might take a break from writing new series for a while (which is probs good, because not sure I have any ideas for series in mind right now--oh that was a lie, I have like two in my drafts lol. But still). I know I need to not harp on it, but anyway. The third part is scheduled for tomorrow and it's Christmas themed so I am excited about it!

Yes! The woman who invented chocolate chip cookies is actually from a nearby town from me. I think MA has like the coolest history and I'm so nerdy and die-hard about all things MA lol I'm honestly not really a pie person but my aunt used to make us these chocolate pies that were so good I became a pie person.

My sister is a wrecking ball when it comes to her projects.

The moon was super pretty this time around and my kids were only slightly unhinged, God bless, this time around. I think Peach would have loved it! 😉

xoxo