#having finished they made a bit of the complimenting i need to say this bc i’m neurotic abt people knowing i understand bits 👍

[callixton]

i just like hearing him talk too. i think he is genuinely SUCH an interesting person like thank god he does so many long form conversations and podcasts and stuff

[coconutdays]

emotion

s. you get stuck in your crush/study buddy's room during a freak storm.

w.c. 1.8k

w. gn! reader (I thought a fem reader when writing this, but then I noticed that I didn't really make it gender coded! so I figured it was a plus it came out this way!) , suna! x reader , fluff! suggestive! bc there is some steamy kissing and of the making out

a/n: Earth spun a wheel between Rin, Osamu, and Atsumu for me to write for and it so conveniently picked Suna Rin

Ending up in the same room as your classmate/crush during a storm, at night, with no electricity had never been on your bingo card for the year. Yet, here you were, blinking back into reality seconds after the lights just went out.

"Shit" Suna sighs. You can hear him start to move, making out the shadow of his body standing up and moving towards his beside drawer.

"I have a candle in here." He mutters, the obvious rummaging being heard before it ceases after you somewhat see a cylindrical shape in his left hand. The smell of paraffin going up into flames accompanies the slight bit of light coming from the match he just lit, it fades away the moment he blows out the match after getting the candle to light.

It isn't much, the light coming from the medium sized candle, but it lets you fawn over his face, his entire being. It's a flattering light and it sets a mood you wish you could do something about.

"You think the Professor will cancel the test?" He shivers a little when he sits down across from you again, rubbing his hands together.

That's the reason you were here in the first place, to study for that damn test.

Suna had sat next to you at the beginning the semester after getting there at the last minute and the last open seat had been the one next to yours. Ever since then, you had exchanged small talk and numbers with each other. It happened frequently, befriending the people sitting next to you in class, some days it was a great help to ask each other if the other had done the homework, understood yesterday's lecture, or if they had notes because one of you couldn't go to class that day.

But you only got excited when Suna asked you for your version of the notes from the previous lecture. Everyone always complimented your penmanship, but the first time he got your notes for reference against his, he sent a text:

lol you write really pretty

You smiled to yourself at it when he sent it and could only send a thank you back.

He didn't really befriend anyone else in the class and neither did you because of it. You didn't have the chance to when any free time in the class where the professor hadn't started lecture yet was taken up by conversation he tried striking up with you. It automatically made you study buddies by the time this first test came around.

"Well if it looks like the rest of the campus, or at least half of us lost electricity too, then it might be a no brainer to save it for another time."

He lets out a puff of air as a sarcastic laugh at the situation, "It's like that shit you say. Being delulu is the--"

"Solulu." You finish for him, giggling.

He lets out a 'heh' and leans forward while hugging himself even tighter, "Sorry you got stuck here. The storm really came out of nowhere."

"I'm sorry I got stuck here." You counter, your body starting to shiver at the increasingly cold air filling up the room with harsh cold rain storming just a window away and no heater to protect against it. "I'm in your room after all."

"It's fine," He says, his eyes acting a bit more fox-like than usual as he stares you down before he adds, "Let me give you one of my hoodies, it's getting cold."

And before you can interject and say that won't be necessary, which it really won't--you don't need Suna's hoodie, you're fine freezing to death if it means you don't have to breathe in his intoxicating scent clinging to your skin--he's getting up and walking to his closet.

As quickly as he gets up, he's coming back and handing you a hoodie, the specifics of it like the color or design not something your eyes couldn't register at the moment.

"Thanks." You meep out, basking in the moment your head first slips through it and you feel the hoodie envelop you. You didn't know what was keeping you warm now, the actual material draped over your body or the fact that it was Suna's and he had worn it before, it was his.

When you look back at him and squint a little, you can tell he's wearing one of his own too. One he rarely wore--yes you noted how frequently he wore his hoodies, you couldn't help but make the observation.

"Well if we think tomorrow's test is gonna be cancelled..." Suna drags on, "We can play Mario Kart on my switch?"

You weren't one to frequently come across the opportunity to play on a switch, so you asked, "It can work without wifi?"

"Yea, " He nods, "it's the only I can think of to keep us occupied while we wait to see if the electricity comes back any time soon."

You can think of something else.

And so does he, but he won't tell you that either.

While he gets up to get his console from his desk, you nervously near his bed.

"Hey, Suna, can I play on your bed?"

A shiver runs up his spine and his eyes go wide as he's disconnecting any unnecessary wires from his switch. Time stands still for him and-

"Suna?"

"Yea!" He manages to blurt out like it's not big deal as he comes back to you with the console in hand. When he joins you in sitting on his bed, next to you, propping up the little screen across from both of you, he says, "And you can call me Rintaro. If you want."

You lean over a bit to look at him curiously, noticing a slight change in his demeanor, as if he had something else busying his mind. His eyes seemed caught up in a thought.

"Sure."

That small observation of yours became a thing of the past soon after you had finished playing two matches against him.

He had become your worst enemy.

"You do not let me catch a break!" You laugh and yell at the same time, shoving him with your shoulder.

"Just because you don't play it often, doesn't mean I have to go easy on you." He defends himself, smirking as he looks at you from the corner of his eye while he picks a new map to play on.

You toss your controller to his side of the bed to throw an over exaggerated fit.

"Well now I don't wanna play if I'm gonna keep getting bullied like this." You haughtily huff and cross your arms

Suna jokingly rolls his eyes and is about to ridicule you when you're both suddenly enveloped in darkness again.

The candle must've gone out.

And for some reason, the lack of light made for a lack of noise in the space between the both of you. The rumbles coming from the storm outside filled the void between the both of you and eventually closed the space between you two when a monstrous crack of thunder and lightning made you yelp and grab onto whatever was near.

The shock of the sudden noise had you breathing a bit quick and with your arms around Suna's torso, who instinctively put his arms around you too.

It was quiet, yet not at the same time.

The roaring storm outside was noisy enough,

but you and your study buddy weren't saying anything.

Your hands can feel how sturdy he is underneath the layers of his shirt and hoodie. He's big, an obvious fact considering he is tall and a volleyball player for the school, but it seems so much more prominent when your hand feels so small compared to his huge back.

His breath tickles your ear and you move your head back when you shiver because of it.

His face is now in front of yours because of it. And now you're both in a position to kiss. You can feel his body and mind contemplating it, by the way his head moves a little and how his breath starts to sound. You don't doubt that you're probably doing the same.

When you feel his hand squeeze around your hip, you give him a small peck on the lips. It took all of your courage and some of the intensity from the moment to do it.

You have no opportunity to berate yourself for doing it when he chases after your mouth immediately when you're about to pull away.

And now you're making out with...

"Suna." You sigh, feeling him manhandle you onto his lap

"Rin." He breathes quickly before he reaches for your mouth again.

You can't help the mewl you let out from savoring the moment like the repeated relief of taking off your shoes after a long day of walking.

"Rin." You repeat after him.

Rintaro, Rin, is breathing just as heavily against you as you are. He's going as far as you are, whatever you do, he does in return. When you swipe your tongue against his lips, he does the same, except you open your mouth to him when he does.

And now you're both kissing with tongue.

You moan particularly loud and he juts his hips up into you right before he pulls away from you, the look in his eyes something you so agonizingly wish you could see right now.

"I like you a lot." He confesses, moving his hands down to slither across your thighs and hold them there.

"I like you a lot too." You say back, gripping onto the hem of his hoodie.

"Yea?" Rin breathes against you, going back in to kiss you

"Mhm." You sigh in relief.

"Fuck, "He can't help but push up into you, "You're so fucking pretty."

"You think so?"

"Know so." He groans and heads towards your neck for an assault, holding you in place by the back of your neck. "I want you so bad."

You grind your hips against him, turned on by the confession, "I want you bad too."

BOOM!

And you get scared shitless by the bitchy thunder again, dragging you away from the intensity of your increasingly intense makeout session with Rintaro and into a breathless heap of laughter with him. He had fallen back onto the bed, dragging you down with him and into his arms, snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"Does this mean I can finally follow you on Instagram?"

"Huh?" You're still dazed from the oxygen sucking of a makeout you just shared with him

"I found it a long time ago, but you never gave it to me so I didn't wanna seem like a stalker. You looked really pretty in your post last week though. I like pink on you."

"Stalker!"

[raventhebard]

More Poolverine Headcanons bc I have a problem :3

I imagine Logan having nice handwriting like pretty cursive, people compliment him on it, but he just doesn't think it's that big a deal cuz that's how he learned how to write as a kid.

Wade's handwriting is shit and even he can barely read it.

Logan is trans and had top surgery from the Muramasa blade and is on T.

Wade has housewife hobbies, sewing, knitting, etc.(He cannot ever finish something unless he does at least 3 dozen things during the process, watches some Reality TV, or if he's really motivated) Except for cooking and cleaning, he's almost burnt down their apartment multiple times. And he's just bad at cleaning. For him it's boring and an unnecessary task.

Logan's a bit of a better cook and can make food, he's fixed the apartment and basically stopped it from total collapse.

Wade's closet consists of T Shirts he bought off Amazon with crazy sayings(I wanna make a whole post just off this), some suits and ties just in case, surprisingly nice dresses, and different versions of his super suit he has made for himself.

Logan has flannels, jeans, white tank tops, leather jacket, jean jacket, and his suit. He doesn't think he needs more than that, but Wade disagrees.

Sometimes, Wade will make a joke about his past and trauma and Logan will be at a loss for words and genuinely concerned.

They love camping, Logan is very connected with the wilderness and Wade likes watching Logan connect with his instincts.

I'm thinking of doing an NSFW alphabet for them, and more headcanons are on the way

[johnwickluva]

Cleaner

Summary: you’re a cleaner and you fuck John Wick. Smut 18+

Word count: 1.6k

AN: whoever sent in this request god bless you bc this is what I do for a living. I posted this but wanted to tweak it a bit so here’s a reupload.

You were laying in bed when you got a text from your boss.

You know that big house in Mill Neck? Need someone to clean, you were requested.

You raised your eyebrow at the text. Requested? Well it made sense, you had actually become friends with the owner of the house, John. He was a widow who lived alone in a huge, beautiful house. It took you about two hours to clean the place. You were actually excited to go to work.

You got up and got into your ugly company uniform. It made you cringe when you wore it, you wished he could see you in your clothes that you wore everyday. You looked much better. Looking at yourself over one more time you decided you looked good enough. When you were ready you headed out the door and got in your car.

The drive there was twenty minutes and you couldn’t help but daydream. John was a handsome man that you felt like you flirted with. Everyone else at the shop, your coworkers, would say he was silent and didn’t speak to them besides to greet them and say thanks and goodbye. When you worked though, the two of you would have conversations, ones that would leave you blushing.

You pulled up to his house and grabbed all your supplies.

“Hello! New York cleaning!” You announced while walking in.

“Welcome.” He said with a smile. “You look beautiful today.”

Already with the compliments.

“Thanks and you don’t look too bad yourself.” You responded.

Something felt different about this time. You don’t know what it was but the atmosphere felt heavy. John was staring at you unabashedly, in a way you’d never seen him stare at you before. The two of you made your way into the kitchen and you set your stuff down. You were looking down in your bin for a rag and cleaner when he asked you a question.

“Would you like a coffee?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding your head yes. John made his way to his cabinet and pulled out two coffee cups.

“You don’t have to start yet. We can have a cup of coffee first.” He offered, sounding just a little shy.

“Okay.”

The two of you just made small chit chat while John couldn’t stop complimenting you. This wasn’t unusual but he was definitely more bold today. Every time he complimented you, you’d give one right back. When the two of you finished your coffees you grabbed both your mugs and started to hand wash them.

Although washing dishes wasn’t in the contract you did while you were here, liking to do extra for John. You grabbed the towel he kept by the stove to dry the glasses and put them away. When you turned to look at him he was really close to you. His hand came to caress the side of your face.

“Normally I’m not so bold, but you bring something out in me.”

“In this uniform?” You asked.

He chuckled.

“You still look like a piece of art.”

John came closer and grabbed your hips before bringing his lips to your ear.

“How long are we gonna play this game?” He asked.

You felt yourself grow wet.

“I haven’t showered yet I need…” you stopped as you heard him growl.

John’s dirty little secret. He grabbed the sides of your face and pulled you into a kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip before licking it. You gasped and he shoved his tongue into your mouth. Yours immediately came to greet his and they swirled together. His hand went down to rub you through your pants.

You groaned out and let him do what he wanted because it felt so good.

“So you’re a dirty man?” You moaned against his lips.

John twirled you around and pinned you to the island, bending you over.

“Yeah.”

His hands held your arms to the table. He pulled your pants down and felt yourself get wetter at the action. He let his fingers explore your folds before his hand came up to rub your clit. A moan left your throat as his fingers worked slowly. You couldn’t believe this was happening. When you were wet enough, he took two fingers and started to pump them in you.

“You like that?” He asked.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” You groaned, hitting your forehead on the marble.

This was not what you were expecting to happen when you came into work today but you were sure glad you took the call in. His thumb rubbed your clit every time he fucked you with his fingers. He sped up his pace and tried to get them in as deep as he could. You were a moaning mess.

If it wasn’t for him holding you up, you think you would’ve fallen to the floor. Your thighs and legs were shaking as he fingered you. You were so wet and warm, he couldn’t wait to put himself inside you. He almost groaned at the thought. After about five minutes you felt the coil in your belly tighten and snap.

You let out a loud moan as you thrust yourself against John’s fingers, essentially fucking yourself with his digits. He moaned at the sight before pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his lips. He licked his fingers clean, all while groaning. You tasted fantastic. Then you heard him zip down his pants and them hit the floor.

You fantasized about this all the time and it was finally coming true. Then you felt the tip of John’s penis drag from your vaginal opening to your clit before back down. You could tell he was thick and big. He was toying with you and you couldn’t help but shake your ass a bit, tempting him on. You pushed back and felt him enter you.

“Shit…” He shuddered.

Within seconds John was pumping in and out of you. You were moaning and groaning as you had never felt such pleasure and so full before. He was definitely the biggest man you had ever been with. It was a lovely feeling. His hands were on your hips as he pulled you onto him and then pushed you off. Your hands scratched at the marble counter.

John was grunting out with every thrust. The two of you were fucking like animals. You couldn’t help but wonder if your boss had any idea what was going on. Probably not and it just made the whole situation ten times hotter. You hoped this would become a regular thing. He picked up his pace and squeezed your ass.

The fat flesh in the palm of John’s hands mesmerized him. He leaned down so his chest was pressed up against your back and his hand snuck in between you to mess with your clit. You cried out and arched into him. His fingers and hips worked fast, trying to bring you to another orgasm.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He grunted out.

“Oh god…”

You felt the pressure again and grabbed onto the ledge, the fiery explosion running throughout your whole body. Your body jerked and twitched as he held onto your body, continuing to rub your clit. A squeak left you as you were extremely sensitive. You felt like your legs were going to give out and we’re glad he was holding you up.

Within seconds his hips twitched and he pulled out, jerking off fast before coming into his own hands with a long groan. You held onto the ledge of the counter and felt yourself sticking from your sweat. He helped you up and you stumbled a bit. You smiled at him and kissed him, deeply.

Nobody had ever made you feel so good.

John pulled away, letting out a chuckle and washed his hands. Then he pulled his pants back up and helped you pull yours up as well. He grabbed your ass one more time and gave you a quick peck on your lips.

“Do you fuck all your cleaning ladies?” You asked, joking but secretly hoping this was just with you.

“No.” He shook his head.

You felt your heart soar.

“Wanna go lay on the couch?”

“I have to clean.”

John looked at you like you had two heads.

“I’m not making you clean after that.” He said.

You laughed and grabbed his hand taking him up on his offer. You brought his wrist up to your hand and looked at the time on his watch.

“I have one hour.”

As the two of you made your way to the couch he looked at his watch.

“Maybe I can request a deep clean, keep you here for a few more hours.”

You giggled and slapped his shoulder.

“Why? So when the other women come here next they can make fun of how horrible I did because I didn’t do anything?” You asked.

John looked like he was thinking for a moment.

“I don’t even need anyone to clean. Do you want to come over for dinner sometime?”

“Isn’t dinner supposed to come first?” You joked and he laughed.

“Usually.”

You smiled at him and nodded your head.

“Dinner and hopefully another fuck.”

John laughed and pulled you onto his lap. Then it hit you.

“Oh my god you planned this! My boss told me you requested me.” You started laughing.

John’s face turned bright red.

“I didn’t plan… that. That just happened. I was just going to ask you if you’d like dinner sometime.” He shrugged.

Not that either of you cared. The fuck was good. You laughed again and laid your head onto his chest.

“I’m glad it happened.”

He just hummed in agreement and the two of you sat like that until it was time for you to go.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Hi! Love ur work btw.

But i was wondering if you could do a 141 + könig, alejandro, rudy headcannons/reactions or even short story of yn having gotten a tongue piercing? Or having one thats healed? Like yn just casually rolling the bar across their lips or their enjoying ice cream and theres a divet in the ice cream or whatever.

Could be funny, nsfw/sfw/etc. I could use anything tbh bc i legit bit my tongue bar today and it tugged hard enough to cause my tongue to bleed

I got my feb 7th bc they were doing deals where all piercings were 25$ so i went and got mine done, now i feel like a bad bitch and gotta change my tongue bar to a smaller size so im feelin the need to see work that shows yn w/ piercings that arent the standard lobes

Love that you feel like a bad bitch 😏 of course I’ll definitely do this feel like I’ll do different piercings for different ones but I will act the tongue one to each so there are two types also glad you like my work! :)

Ghost

The way he finds out is probably your both snipers and your both at the shooting range together

He’s watching you closely to see if you need any help although he’s proud to say you don’t need any help

He goes over to you after your finished shooting as he walks over you take your soundproof headphones off

As he walks over he’ll compliment you and how well you did

He’ll go for a kiss but before that he brushes a few strands of hair behind you ear to find a industrial piercing

He’ll raise an eyebrow and ask when you had it done

But once he found out you had that, for him it made you even prettier

With tongue he’ll probably find out through kissing you

Like you’d probably me making out and he feels something that’s a bit cold and ball like

So he’ll stop what he’s doing and ask you to stick your tongue out

You’ll smirk and show him your younger piercing

Definitely finds you even more attractive

He’ll probably ask you what it feels like and how you can eat with it

As he now realises that you have a tongue piercing he’ll start to see it more often throughout the day and he still questions how he hasn’t realised it

Soap

The way he finds out you have a septum piercing is when it falls down during combat training

He’ll say something like when the bloody hell did you get that piercing he is very questionable

As you tell him stuff about the piercing he’ll probably stare at it but he’s definitely into it no doubt

Finds it cool as it suits you he also looks for cool replaceable piercings as a gift

Loves the idea of you with piercings if you want more he’s definitely up to buy them for you and will go and hold you hand

For a tongue he’d find out through going on a date since he got back from his job and the date is at a ice cream parlour that recently opened near your house

You decided to go with a cone as he had a tub you got your favourite flavour of ice cream while he got his

You both sat in a booth and started up a conversation and eat your ice creams

You had licked a part of your ice cream and it had gone on your nose

You both laughed and you tried to lick it on of your nose

That’s when he realised he probably asked when you got the piercing done and if it was healed

You told him it was a spontaneous act with a friend and you both love the piercings

Gaz

The way he finds out you have a belly piercing is when you were both together

You were both outside on a hot day

You were lifting your shirt up to wipe some sweat from your forehead and he saw your cool piercing

He was shocked not thinking you were into piercings that much but guess he’s wrong

For a tongue he found out from brushing you teeth

You were both in the bathroom getting ready for the day and as you brushed your teeth he noticed a small dark ball on your tongue then he noticed it was a piercing

He likes the idea you have piercings he’s totally up for you having them and finds it attractive

Price

He finds out you have a Medusa piercing is at first he thought it was like some peculiar birth mark or beauty spot

But one day you had changed it to a different colour so he had asked what it was as he has never seen anyone with that piercing before

Of course he was curious so he would ask about it. The usual dad/husband type of questions. E.g did it hurt?, how did they do it?, how long did it take?, etc.

If you have a tongue piercing he’ll find out by using an old saying (think it’s a British thing idk if it’s anywhere else that say it as often)

One time he thought you were lying about something so he said stick your tongue out let me see if it’s black (lying)

And so you did and his eyes widen at your hidden piercing

Alejandro

He finds out you have nipple piercings by seeing the small balls bulge out of your white tank top/cami when it was a summers day

He was shocked to say the least yet felt attracted towards it even more

He asked about it and wanted to know if it had hurt I mean of course he’d as cause they probably did or well look like they would

He finds out you have a tongue piercing through showing him your new lip scrum that’s edible (had this for my birthday it’s so cool!)

You tell him about it then show him and as you licked it off you could see the bar running across you lips

Rudy

He finds out you have a nose piercing is well looking at you.

It was when he came back from his job you told him to cover his eyes as a surprise and also you had bought him a gift

He found it so beautiful on you it had suited your face so well he loved it

If you had a tongue piercing he’d find out by you little thing you did also like a tick in your head

When you’d be concentrating on something really hard you’d stick your tongue out not like complete out obvious 😂

But when you got a piercing you would do it and the bar would stick out and that’s when he noticed as he looked over to see if you wanted a drink he saw the piercing

Once again he loved it and found it beautiful on you

König

He found out you had a helix piercing done is by brushing your strands of hair behind your ear like Ghost

He said something like when did you get this Meine Liebe? (my love) it’s so beautiful

He’d make you blush and giggle on the inside at how amazed he was at the piercing

Same with the tongue when he found out he was amazed not just about how pretty you looked with it but also because of how strong you are as he’d never even think of sticking a needle through his tongue

Loves the idea of you having piercings whatever one you want you’d ask him if he liked it and wouldn’t mind you getting it and he’s completely up for it he’d even drive you but wouldn’t sit in the room cause he’d be panicking more than you would (even if you don’t panic)

Hope you like it!

If you feel or want to send me a request or message feel free I’m all ears even if it’s completely random I’ll try my best to make it work!

Have a good day/night! :D

[amethystfairy1]

Hi Amethyst! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask in, but I have been reading both fics every day (still obsessed lmao) (also I name changed btw, used to be ElenaLoo)

Anyways, I had written a whole ask waxing eloquent on all the wonderful things going on in ttsbc, but I accidentally shut off my computer partway through and frankly I can't be bothered to write it all out again lmao. Just. It's beautiful (wow isnt that so meaningful and deep? im sure you're feeling very complimented rn)

The REAL thing I wanted to talk about was Traveling thieves (which is by far my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME), and all the amazingness in ttsbc made me forget it even existed for the past few weeks. But the other day I was just like "oh yeah. Traveling thieves." and then i reread the whole thing. whoopsies.

Ummm anywyas there's so many thoughts in my head about all the little guys, but recently I've been on an Imp and Skizz obsession (just scroll on my page for .2 seconds and you'll see) and YOU. You left them on a CLIFFHANGER. >:((( (not actually mad btw). I just. so excited for them. They're out alone in the woods right now and Skizz is going to have the perfect opportunity to kill Impulse and get away and I just am falling apart thinking about them. (I drew them to cope lol, posted on my blog but also later here so that I can talk about it more). I can see this playing out a few ways. Obviously Skizz isn't actually going to kill Impulse, so he's either going to 1) make up some excuse as to why he can't do it right then, but still plans to do it eventually, or 2) he does it. but he doesn't. Skizz attacks Impulse when he's not expecting it, there's a scuffle, and Skizz comes out on top---BUT THEN HE CAN"T FINISH IT!!! and it's a whole thing where even tho skizz tried to kill him, imp is still so understanding and skizz cries and impulse just freaking gives him a hug and

sigh

Whatever you do will be beautiful, I'm sure. I think you mentioned you're switching to tt after this fic, so crossing my fingers it's imp and skizz. (Though, would also be very happy with Martyn and Ren :P) (or anything really i just love tt)

Anyways, I had the art on my blog but I'm also putting it here so i can say things about it to you

Mostly I'm just very proud of their expressions, with Impulse being all concerned glancing over at Skizz, meanwhile Skizz is completely deadpan staring forwards, also looking very tired bc he needs a break from this universe. Also I switched up my Impulse design a lil bit from last time (if u even remember that lol it was months ago now). you would think, just looking at them, that Impulse took way longer to design, but nope, I was messing around with Skizz for at least double the time, trying to figure out how to have him facing forward whilst still showing some of the scars on his back. I gave up eventually xD (all that means is that im gonna have to draw him again later, from different angles)

actually that made me remember a question I had: are you planning to ship Imp and Skizz? Ik you said Zed and Tango are going to be a thing far in the future, but... skizzpulse? plzzzz plz pretty please haha im not obsessed

aaaaaand that reminds me of another question, is skizz going to be in ttsbc? (pretty please also same question as tt, if he was in ttsbc, are him and impulse together? Im addicted to them all i care about these days is some good imp and skizz shipfics, and you're such a fantastic writer, both with plot and the vibes of the words themselves. u could write such good imp and skizz. just imagine the possibilites! (am i selling it?))

aaaaaanyways. im gonna go reread the old tt skizz fics because theyre delicious and painful, like eating knives. u have a good day :))

HIIIIIII

I ADORE THIS ART SO MUCH! I gave you all my rambles on the reblog but it's SOOOOO COOL!

I'm sad the waxing eloquent about TTSBC is gone 😭 but that's ok!

I'm so glad you're enjoying TT and all the drama going on in there! Imp and Skizz are definitely having a time and a half with all of this nonsense going on...I love all your theories! I won't confirm or deny anything of course, but I'm so happy you're excited for them!

I will not be shipping Imp and Skizz, sorry! I just personally don't ship them, so they're gonna remain platonic...I mean, in TT who knows what the hell they're doing to be fair 😆 but yeah, Zedango is going to be a thing in the distant future, but no Skizzpulse! Sorry!

Skizz is not in TTSBC at the moment, that doesn't mean he never will be! Just haven't found a spot for him yet...and no, he also would not be with Impulse, I'm so sorry I just don't ship them personally! I think it's a very cute ship tho!

Enjoy rereading the TT Skizz fics!!! Thank you again for the gorgeous art!!!! I love it!!! 💖

[eds6ngel]

okay I might send a few ideas for I kissed the teacher spin-offs bc I feel like I have a lot haha, but you don’t have to do any of them! so first idea: what if steve gets hurt accidentally and has to go to the hospital, so reader has to pick up alena, and they give her a hard time at pickup and then when they get to the hospital, they won’t let her in bc she’s not related or his wife. then after this happens, steve starts to think a lot more seriously about asking reader to marry him (but he’s definitely been thinking about it before) but just some good old angst and fluff pls! love your writing so much!

of course i'm doing this one!! i've loved your requests so far :)) and thank you so much for the compliment angel ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. food mentions. steve breaks his ankle. judgement over having kids outside marriage. judgement over alena calling reader 'mom.' mentions of hospitals. pet names. kissing. mentions of marriage. fluff. comfort. teensy bit of angst. also, alena becomes protective over her mom!! [3.2k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

You were currently enjoying your lunch break, catching up with the other staff as you chowed down into your poorly-made sandwich that you threw together at 7am that morning.

“I’m telling you Amelie, that kid makes me ache—” However, your conversation is interrupted by one of the front desk staff lightly tapping at the door, poking her head from around the corner.

“Sorry to disturb you guys, but Y/N, your boyfriend is on the phone asking for you.”

You gently place your sandwich down in its tin-foil wrapper, putting your hand over your mouth as you quickly chew the rest of the remaining food. “Of course lovely, give me two seconds. Amelie, just watch that for me a second?” you ask, pointing to the half-eaten chicken salad sandwich on the table, with a small nod from her.

“Great, thank you,” you say, following the front desk lady to her office, the phone currently on hold as she ventured down the hallways of Ernie Pyle to find you. She presses a button, turning off hold and passing the phone over to you. You press the speaker to your ear, calling out, “Steve?”

“Hey, honey. Yeah, you finish at three, right?”

“Yeah, same time everyday. Why, is everything okay?” you ask.

“Um… not really. Look don’t be mad at me…” Not a great start to a sentence. “But, I kind of broke my ankle, and I’m currently sat in a hospital bed at Hawkins General.”

You gasp, “Oh my God babe, how did you manage that?”

“Well, I was stocking some shelves, and I had to use a ladder. Some woman wasn’t looking where she was going and collided with the ladder. I lost my balance and fell onto the tiles. Fucking hurt like hell.”

“Jesus,” you hiss, imagining the scenario and somehow sensing the pain in your own body, almost as if a form of empathy. “How are you feeling, baby? Is it still painful now?”

“It’s better, but still hurts. It’s sort of more of a throbbing pain now. But, babe… I do have a request.”

“Of course honey, anything you need,” you reply, the worry starting to settle as a pit in your stomach.

“Could you pick up Alena for me? Robin’s at work later today, so she can’t collect her.”

“Yeah, sure! I’ll get Leanna to keep tabs on parental pick-up. I may be a little late, but I should get there before 3:30.”

“Thank you babe. Thanks so much.”

“Of course, baby,” you smile to yourself, “You want Alena and I to come visit you after I collect her? I’m sure she’ll want to see you as much as I do.”

“I would love that. I think opening hours are until six, so you guys should have time.”

“Mhmm,” you hum down the line, “Got it. Right babe, I would love to talk to you for longer, but I have to free up the line for other people.” You giggle, “So, I’ll see you later on? I would say around 3:45-ish?”

“3:45. Great. See you later, honey. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you softly say, “Hope you feel better soon.”

You drop the receiver, the front desk lady (also known as Sarah) looking at you with a raised eyebrow, intrigued into what was so important that your boyfriend had to disturb you during work hours.

You shake your head, rubbing your hands over your face and sighing, “Idiot broke his ankle. Needs me to pick his daughter up from school.”

She chuckles along with you, arms crossed over her chest, “Men, huh?”

“Yeah, men,” you shake your head once more, before heading back down the longing halls to the staff room, thanking Leanna as you collapse on the chair, chomping into your sandwich.

“So… what did Mr. Lovebird so desperately want?” she asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows, a smirk plastered across her face.

You let out a deep breath. You were going to be telling this story all day.

You arrived at Hawkins Elementary at 3:25, pressing the button on your car keys and entering the gates to the third grade classroom.

Many students were being sent out to their parents, you patiently waiting your turn, Alena smiling and waving to you from her seat inside, to which you reply with a wiggle of your fingers.

However, after a short while, all of the parents had seemed to have collected their children, both you and Alena sharing a confused glance through the clear glass window as she remained in her seat. You were standing right there, why wouldn’t her teacher send her out?

You could see her having a conversation with her teacher, the woman rolling her eyes as she opens the door, sharply asking you, “What do you want?”

You kept your cool, no matter how hard you felt like snapping back at her, “Hi, I’m here to pick up Alena.”

“You’re not on the list,” she simply states.

“Um… actually, I recently got added as an emergency contact for Alena, so I assumed it was okay for me to collect her.”

“I don’t care. I was not informed.”

You scorn, knowing that you were legally allowed to collect Alena. This specific teacher worked here when you did, the obvious tone being a pre-judged stereotype of your reputation.

“Why can’t I go with mom?” Alena asks sweetly, an undertone of sadness laced in her voice as her teacher blocks her from you.

You can see her roll her eyes as she turns back to Alena sneering, “She’s not your mom. She’s not even your step-mom. She’s merely a woman in your life.”

That made you snap. There was no way you would let her talk to your daughter like that. “How dare you! She can decide whether she calls me mom or not. You have no idea of our personal life and have no right to dictate that for her. Now, if you won’t let me collect my daughter, her dad is at Hawkins General because he’s broken his ankle. So, how about you call there and ask for permission from him.”

She shakes her head, scoffing, “Fine. Mr. Landbury, keep an eye on Alena for a minute, I’m going to call her father.”

The teaching assistant present was not a face you seemed to recognise, no sense of familiarity flooding your body. And by the lack of shrewdness, he too was confused by the situation at hand.

As the teacher powers out of the room, presumingly heading to the front desk, he tilts his head to the side, pointing to you, “Why can’t you collect her?”

You sigh, “You weren’t here when I worked here, were you?”

“No, I started this year.”

You lean your arm against the doorframe, “Basically, I had a thing for Alena’s dad whilst he was here, and I got fired because of it. So, now nobody here likes me.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, “But, she called you mom. Seems like it’s going perfectly well.”

You smile, “Yeah, two years this July.”

“Well, congratulations,” he replies, you quickly thanking him as her teacher returns, a sense of displeasure displayed on her features. “He said it’s fine. She can go with you.”

“Yes!” Alena cheers, jumping up from her seat and running over to you, hugging tightly onto your shirt. You could practically feel the teacher‘s resentment towards you in your own veins. Yet, you plastered a sarcastic smile on your face, burying your feelings of irritation, “Thank you.”

She simply grunts in return, waving her hand down as she turns away from the two of you. You wrap Alena’s smaller hand in yours, her skipping back to your car. As she climbs into the car seat you had placed in the front before you began your journey, you close your driver’s side door.

“What did you say happened to daddy?” she asks you.

You turn on the ignition, pulling out of the school parking lot and onto the main road, “He broke his ankle sweetpea. He was climbing a ladder at work and fell down.”

“Ow,” she hisses, almost sensing his pain, just like you had a few hours prior, “Can we go and see him at the hospital?”

“We are on the same train of thought baby, as that’s where I was about to head.”

“Yay!” she cheers, arms held up high above her head in celebration, “Will he have a cast?”

“I think he will bubs.”

She gasps, “Does that mean I get to draw on it? Because Tommy had a cast the other week as he broke his arm, and I got to draw pretty flowers on it. He wasn’t very happy about it though.”

“Well, that’s not very good, is it?” you reply, “I’m sure daddy will let you draw as many pretty flowers on it as you want.”

“I hope so too! As Tommy was really annoyed by it…”

And for the rest of your car trip to Hawkins General, Alena re-counted her entire story of drawing on her friend Tommy’s cast. She was at the perfect age where her mouth would start running and never stop. Not that you minded of course, it was very endearing. But, she sure could make a boring topic into a four-hour-long detailed presentation.

Hand in hand, you and Alena stroll to the front desk of the hospital, politely asking, “Hi. I’m looking for Steve Harrington. He came in here today with a broken ankle.”

“Name?”

“Y/N L/N, little nugget here is Alena Harrington.”

“So, you aren’t his wife?” she asks in a monotone voice, chewing loudly on her gum.

“Um… No, I’m not. But, I’m his girlfriend.”

The woman sighs, taking her glasses off the bridge of her nose and leaning back in her chair, “You can’t go in unless you are a relation. The kid can go in, someone can take her, but you can’t.”

You blink rapidly, “But, I just told you, I’m his girlfriend. Sure, we’re not married yet, but that’s my love you’re talking about.”

“I can’t let you in,” she states again, staring you in the eyes, “The kid goes and you stay, or you both stay. End of discussion.”

“No,” you put your foot down, “Not end of discussion. I shouldn’t have to be bound in by the law to see the love of my life. He’s hurt, he’s injured. I want to see how he is doing and whether he is okay.”

“Miss, if you continue raising your voice at me, I will get my colleagues to escort you out, do you understand?”

You sigh, realising there’s no way to get through to this woman. You would normally say she’s just following the required rules for her job, but from her attitude, it seems as if she was agreeing with the nonsensical attitude that love is only proved by two rings and a piece of paper.

However, the sound of a small foot hitting the floor and a huff shocks you to your core, “Let mommy see daddy!”

“Kid,” the woman leans over the desk, “Your mom, or mother-like figure I would call her, can’t go with you as her and your dad aren’t married. I can happily ask someone to take you up to see him, but she can’t go with you.”

You let your eyes naturally roll to the back of your head. People in Indiana were so judgemental. If Alena wants to call you mom, they should accept that. It’s your life, and you should be able to live by your rules, not bound by the critics of the outside world of strangers.

“Let her go!” Alena screams, the woman standing up and replying, “Right, I’m escorting you two out. You are causing too much noise for our patients around here.”

Growling out in frustration, refraining yourself from pulling your own hair out, you lift Alena up into your arms, “Come on baby, let’s go and sit in the car.”

You may have not been allowed in the building, but the parking lot was still an option. And you would stay there until six o’clock if it meant you got the chance to see Steve.

Steve’s sitting uncomfortably in his hospital bed, the bedsheets scratching at his back, his neck a little too low down for his liking, and the cast wrapped around his foot and lower leg itching away at his skin. He keeps checking the watch on his right wrist, practically counting down the minutes until you arrived. However, once the clock strikes 4:30, he starts to become worried, wondering where the two of you had gone. There was only an hour and a half left of visiting time, he was positive you wouldn’t deliberately miss it.

A nurse wanders past his bed, him squeaking out an “Excuse me,” alerting her from where she was scribbling away at her clipboard. “My girlfriend and daughter were meant to come to visit me around half an hour ago. Is there any chance I could use the phone to see where they are?”

“Oh, Mr. Harrington,” she rolls her eyes, knowing exactly which members of the public he was referring to, “Your girlfriend and daughter had to be escorted out of our building forty-five minutes ago for verbally harassing our front desk staff.”

“I’m sorry, what? Why?” He knew that wasn’t like you. Sure, you had more progressive opinions than most in the conservative town of Hawkins, but you’d never dare verbally harass someone.

“She was arguing in quite a rude manner about how she deserves to come up here purely for the fact she loves you, despite our rules clearly stating we only allow visitors on a relation-only policy. Also, on top of that, your daughter further escalated the situation by yelling at our front desk staff. We will not tolerate that kind of abuse in our building, Mr. Harrington.”

“Well, it is a bullshit policy,” he mumbles to himself, taking a sip of his well-brewed coffee a kind lady brought to him around ten minutes ago, a lot nicer than the current nurse he was dealing with. However, the nurse heard his remark, not that he was entirely bothered by it.

“Excuse me! What did you just say, Mr. Harrington?”

“I said: it’s a bullshit policy,” he firmly states, “She’s my girlfriend, I love her. I shouldn’t have to marry her for you to let her see me. Some people’s spouses in here probably don’t even love their husband or wife, at least my girlfriend actually cares enough to come and see me. I know for a fact Mrs. Black over there has a husband and he hasn’t been here all day.” He takes a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he relishes in everything he just blurted out. Maybe he was a little too harsh, and it seemed like the nurse completely agreed, a lot more so than him.

She sharply replies, “Mr. Harrington, you should be grateful we are even letting you recover here. I will not have you verbally attacking other patients for your own personal superiority. It’s not my fault you had a child out of wedlock.”

That was the final straw for him. He would not stand a stranger insulting his daughter. Not in a million years. He immediately lifts himself up off of the bed, grabbing the crutches that had been balanced by the side, and beginning to trudge out of his secluded space. “Mr. Harrington, you sit back down!”

He turns back, looking the nurse dead in the eyes, “If you’re going to insult my family like that, I don’t want your help at this hospital.”

And with that, he was hobbling his way to the elevator, pushing the button to take him to the first floor.

As Steve exited the building, followed by the constant yells of hospital staff, he turned to the left, about to head over to the nearest phone booth when the sound of the word, “Daddy!” caught his attention. He looks over into the distance, Alena hanging out of the passenger side window and waving to him. He can see you pull her back down into her seat, the car suddenly moving towards him. His girls were still waiting for him.

You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt, jumping out of the car and aiding to your boyfriend, “Oh my God, what are you doing out here? I thought you were supposed to stay overnight?”

Steve hisses as he lifts himself into the backseat, you grabbing his crutches so you can place them by Alena’s feet in the front. “Well, a lovely nurse decided to input her take on Alena apparently being born out of wedlock and also accused you two of verbally harassing people. I know what you are like, and you would never do that in a million years. So, I left.”

You laugh to yourself, shocked to the way that the staff exaggerated your actions, “They refused to let me up there because I wasn’t your wife. What bullsh— trash! What trash! I shouldn’t need that to care for you, our love should be enough.”

“Thank you!” he exclaims, “That’s what I said to the nurse!”

You pass the crutches forward to Alena, the metal rods looking massive compared to her small body, “Baby, can you just put them on the floor underneath you, please?”

“Yes, mommy,” she replies sweetly, dropping them down below her. “Mom, they don’t fit properly.”

You look over, the crutches too long to fit in the small gap between the door and the center console, “Just leave them balanced like that honey, it’ll be okay.”

“Okay!”

After Steve reaches over to protect himself with the seatbelt, you cup his face, changing your tone to a more serious nature, “How are you doing, my love?”

He sighs, “My back hurts, but they said there’s no injuries there, just strain. The cast is extremely itchy, I’m not gonna lie, but it’s okay.” He puts his left hand over your right, stroking the back of it, “I’m okay. I promise.”

You smile, whispering out, “Okay,” before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You part from him, placing one more tender kiss to his forehead before shutting the back door, climbing into the driver’s seat.

Before turning on the ignition, you reach back, grabbing his hand and softly saying, “I love you.”

Alena then copies you, whipping her head back and cheesing, “Love you, daddy!”

He smiles, trying not to let tears slip from his eyes, grabbing hold of Alena’s hand and bringing yours and hers together, placing a soft kiss directly in the middle of both, “I love you too, my beautiful girls.”

And it was in that moment, he was sure. The thought had been lingering at the back of his mind for a while. You had moved in with them a couple months ago, fitting into their daily routine. Being there to have breakfast with them in the mornings, being there to cook dinner together, being there to wish Alena goodnight and fall asleep in his arms. It all felt so… natural. As if you belonged as a permanent addition to their household, to their lives.

It wasn’t a question of thought anymore. It was a need. He needed to buy a ring. He needed to plan a proposal. Because he no longer wanted you as his girlfriend anymore, he wanted you as his wife.

i hope you enjoyed!! thank you so much for the requests! you've been an absolute darling. i'm not sure what to write about for your older!alena request, so i may not be able to write something for that. but, if you have other ideas, keeping sending them in! (and that goes for all you beautiful humans! send in your lovely requests!!) ♡

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[liberalk1tsch]

10 first lines

rules: share the first line(s) of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

ty @adsosfraser for the tag lol

seeing as many of my published fics have been scrubbed from the internet due to my mother stumbling across my wattpad in 2014 and forcing me to deactivate my account (i can’t blame her — i was 12 and hoping i’d get sold to one direction), i don’t have many that are actually public🫣🤗

so here’s a few published mixed in with unpublished/wips

1. Sparks Fly: (everlark, published, finished)

The frosty air around me has long since stolen the warmth from my hands and the once-steamy flask of tea they grip tight. My body is stiff all over, as if my muscles themselves have frozen in the harsh January weather. If a predator were to attack me now, the odds of me walking away unscathed are miniscule. I should get up, get the blood flowing through my veins. I should do so many things. Say so many things . . . But instead I sit, still and silent as the first rays of dawn begin to break over the horizon and the calls of birds begin to split through the trees.

2. Made of Ashes: (everlark, published, wip)

I slide a hand down to my swollen belly and stare at my shoes, watching as a fine layer of ash settles on the worn leather of my boots. A few yards away is where the bed I shared with my sister, Prim, stood. Over there was the kitchen table. The bricks of the chimney, which collapsed in a charred heap, provide a point of reference for the rest of the house. How else could I orient myself in this sea of gray?

3. Cruel Summer: (everlark, published, wip)

I try to scream, but no sound escapes my throat as my head is shoved under the surface of the slimy, foul-smelling water of the Capitol’s underground tunnels. I thrash against the two sets of hands holding me down, but it’s no use as the eerie, smiling faces of Coin and Snow swim into my vision.

4. The Loneliest: (everlark, temporarily re-unpublished, needs reworking and planning)

I grip my father’s hand tightly, dreading the moment I know he’s going to let go and push me towards the line of all the other 5-year-olds already forming outside the classroom door. It’s my first day of school, and I know I should be excited, but all I feel is an anxious pit in my stomach.

5. Exuent: (mrs. everdeen x mr. everdeen origin, unpublished)

I slump my head in my hands, the scorching summer heat starting to get the better of me as I shift uncomfortably in the apothecary stall. I hate summer. Really, truly hate summer.

6. untitled gtb (unpublished, NOT sparks fly related, peeta’s pov)

I find her laying on the sofa for the fourth morning in a row. Not eating. Not sleeping. Just . . . staring. At what, I have no idea. But her gaze is fixed on something outside the window.

7. untitled victory tour wip (playing with calling it temporary fix) (yes i have a fixation on them getting caught sneaking away and the whole «nights on the train» thing, idc) (unpublished, peeta’s pov)

“You wanna get away for a bit?” I whisper softly into her ear as the song we’ve been dancing to fades into another. She has that artificial, inauthentic smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. The same one she always uses whenever we have an audience. The same one that’s fallen ever so slightly with each question she’s had to respond to, every congratulating compliment she’s unwittingly received.

8. untitled random wip i started and never finished for my friends: (everlark, smut)

I wake with a start, but it's not the usual nightmares plaguing me tonight. The symptoms of a nightmare are all there — my thundering heart, my body breaking out in a sweat, shaking uncontrollably, my throat hoarse from crying out. But then there's the heat in my stomach I connect only with those kisses with Peeta in the cave.

9 and 10 are 5sos and 1d fics that somehow survived the wattpad purge by hiding in my google docs but will be remaining nameless and sentence-less bc i should not have been writing those things as a 12 y/o💀

anyways, they’re unnecessary — the common denominator is that i’m a Certified Yapper who might enjoy narrating a little too much

tagging: literally anyone who feels like it😅 i’m tired and can’t think of anyone rn

[welcometololaland]

hi lola! so apologies bc this is mostly going to be self-indulgent but i would like to ask about the ring-in. it is one of my comfort fics and i go back to it so often and i am just obsessed so i was wondering if you could talk a bit about the process, the collaboration between you and ifyoustay, where your ideas came from, just anything you want to say i want to hear if you don't mind?

also non fic related: what is your favorite time of year (based on weather or even just vibes) and why?

hi neha!

i love that the ring in is your comfort read! what a compliment!

since it was my first big fic in LS (i think it was my third fic ever in the fandom...) things were a little chaotic, but I'll try my best to explain!

first, let me set the scene. I was depressed as fuck during this time in my life because I'd recently dislocated my knee and could barely walk let alone do all the sport I love doing. so I was trapped inside, sad and in need of joy.

enter: @dustratcentral (well, to be fair, we had known each other before this and we had definitely conspired to write the morning part 2 but anyway). I pitched the idea of taking ronen's hawaiian honeymoon comment and turning it into something completely unhinged. basically, she said: okay, but what if we made it worse? and the fic was BORN.

we had an unhinged chat in discord, I drafted a plan in a fucking TABLE (WHY?! will never do that again), then rosie went through and fucking added 2 x the unhinged ideas and came up with the concept of maddysin (iconic!) and some of the more important moments of the fic: the room reveal, maddysin getting lost on the beach, the pokē scene, the airport coffee shop scene, the cereal mixing, and much more. I may have written the ring in, but literally more than half of the ideas in that fic were rosie's so she is truly a co-author no matter what she says.

in terms of process, it was insane. I wrote the first chapter, threw it at rosie and @rmd-writes and posted it before rae was even finished beta reading it (miscommunication lol). then we did this INSANE thing where I would write the chapter from Sunday to Friday, rosie would read it and rae would beta it in less than 2 days and I would post it on Sunday night.

idk how we did it, it was a bit insane when the chapters were 10k 😂

anyway, if I learned something from this experience I would say: communicate well with your beta reader, always listen when your slightly rogue friend gives you ideas and don't be afraid to laugh at yourselves after the fact. I've never had more fun writing something (aside from Unprofesh which i ADORE) and I think it shows in the writing.

I would encourage you and anyone else to give co creating a go if you haven't already! it's such a fun, rewarding and often ridiculous experience 💜

Edit!: my favourite season is autumn/fall because of the pretty colours and the warm (but not super hot) weather!

[bronanlynch]

ship ask meme: IBO ship or five of your choice

hi sorry I know you literally asked this long enough ago that we've started and finished another whole entire gundam show since then but

mika/orga

What made you ship it? I mean I was always compelled by their dynamic from the beginning bc mika is shooting people without hesitation for orga right away but. the moment when I realized how much I shipped it was when mika snaps orga out of his grief from biscuit's death by. picking him up by the collar with one hand and saying that orga needs to pull himself together and tell mika who else to kill. that's romance, to me,

What are your favorite things about the ship? the extremely intense level of mutual trust and devotion and also shared ideology is incredibly compelling to me, is the thing. a gay communist ship for gay communists. constantly thinking abt the bit where mcgillis tries to manipulate mika by implying that he's just going along with what orga is doing instead of doing what he actually wants and mika just completely shuts him down because they Are actually on the same page and they Do want the same things even if mika doesn't usually put his ideology into words the same way. also extremely tasty that for most of the show they're doing an extended gift of the magi thing where mika is turning himself into a weapon for the sake of the new world that orga is trying to build, and orga is trying to build a new world so that mika doesn't have to keep turning himself into a weapon

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? ok. listen. I know that the show did not handle mika's disability particularly well but listen. as a fandom we can and should do better. disabled people can and do have sex, I promise you mika can fuck without being connected to the robot

kudelia/atra

What made you ship it? well you see. sometimes I see a girl blushing and complimenting another girl and I simply think they should kiss (also I went in knowing that they were endgame so. I was primed to read into their interactions)

What are your favorite things about the ship? I like how often they're both like "so we're both in love with mika and also each other" and how they make it clear that they are all in love with each other and want to support and help each other. also I love the stuff (especially in season 1) that was like. kudelia being able to put words to things that she didn't necessarily have firsthand experience with but atra does like. theory gf x praxis gf. kudelia understands the relationship between imperialism and capitalism and atra understands that the first step to getting anything done is to feed people when they are hungry. also their ending is that one poem abt like. the long distance relationship between a city lesbian and a country lesbian (want by joan larkin) and I love that for them. I wish season 2/the fanfiction on ao3 had more abt them leading a revolution together bc I do think both of their perspectives are so important and I want to see them talking abt rhetorical strategies and supply lines while also kissing and making each other soup

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I mean it's femslash I'm sure there's plenty of bad takes out there for me to disagree with. like I have beef with whoever edited the wiki so that atra is listed as kudelia's wife in the family section but not as a love interest. every time either of them express their love for mika they also reaffirm that they love each other in explicitly the same way, it's really not ambiguous

gaelio/mcgillis

What made you ship it? well the vibes were there from the start, even when I was just like "who are these evil bureaucrats" so I always thought they were hooking up. and then we got to the bit where gaelio gets choked out by mika and mcgillis like. strokes his back comfortingly?? and I was like. ah. I see. they are Dating.

What are your favorite things about the ship? I love betrayal <3 I love it when a guy's grand plan involves killing the one person he cares abt and both of them are super normal abt it <3 also I love that gaelio isn't dead and wants revenge and also that ein is involved bc I love mess <3 (edit: I wrote before we finished the show and looking back on this. oof. rip to past me for trying to maintain some sense of detachment and just having fun at the tragic mess. current me is genuinely sad like. I do love the betrayal and that's def in the top 5 things I like abt this ship but the top spot might have to go to that final confrontation they have and specifically the bit where gaelio won't let mcgillis say that he loves him because otherwise gaelio will forgive him because he is still So in love with him and would have done anything for him if mcgillis wasn't um. specifically designed to be a foil for characters whose whole thing is solidarity and reaching out to others, so the point of his character is that he was marginalized and abused in ways that specifically isolated him so that he can't bring himself to trust anyone else and that's his downfall. communism could have saved him and also his relationship with gaelio (somehow. despite gaelio being fundamentally a spoiled rich kid. it's fine they would've worked it out. anyway)

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? who could say what the unpopular opinions are. maybe that gaelio is also definitely dating ein but then again this is a show with canon polyamory so maybe the fandom is also more chill abt that

and for uh. equality I guess. one I don't ship. merribit/orga

Why don’t you ship it? not compelled by the dynamic where most of a woman's screentime is her trying to tell a man that he's doing everything wrong and needs to be more careful. they both deserve better than that and I'm glad the show stopped hinting at the possibility of them getting together

What would have made you like it? see above. what if orga could ever give a speech to try to raise morale so that everyone didn't die without merribit interrupting to tell him how fucked up it is that these kids are fighting. I assure you he knows that it's fucked up, it's his life, he's also a child soldier, does he literally ever look like he's happy abt going into battle. what if actually their relationship were abt her teaching him the value of spreadsheets. that would be romantic to me

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? if I were still a straight girl I would have been obsessed with them in a very projecting way. I would be conceptually So into guy character I love x admin woman

extra bonus now that we're so extremely tieriapilled: lockon/tieria

What made you ship it? the bit where lockon puts his hand on tieria's shoulder and tieria Immediately calms down and smiles at him softly and everyone else on the bridge is like. what the fuck happened while you two were down on earth together. and then every single other time they interact after that

What are your favorite things about the ship? lockon constantly reaffirming tieria's personhood. the "you let that man too deep into your heart" line. the incredible potential of the mirrored character arcs they could've had if lockon hadn't fucking died, because god forbid a gundam show from the 2000s allow a disabled main character to actually live their life as a disabled person, where tieria is learning how to be a person and exploring what she wants her gender to be and coming to terms with no longer being able to do the thing that made her special/effective/valuable and also feeling guilty bc she thinks she cost lockon his eye and that saving her wasn't worth it, and lockon is figuring out how to live his life now that he's gotten his revenge and also coming to terms with no longer being able to do the thing that made him special/effective/valuable, and both of them learning that their worth isn't just in being a good gundam pilot in the specific way that they had previous been good gundam pilots

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? you already know my ten thousand word essay on the various ways tieria is (mis)treated and (mis)characterized but. y'know. fandom stop being shitty abt transfem-coded characters challenge

[corvusunnx]

mushy may day 7: dinner and a movie/compliments

I chose dinner and a movie

pairing: dew/swiss

going with the "dew can cook" stuff bc I think its so cute

summary: its movie night but everyone is exhausted from helping papa all day, so dew and swiss watch a movie together in the common area.

Fridays are always movie nights with the ghouls. everyone cuddles and watches something everyone somehow agreed to. usually dew is pretty stubborn, but they all sort out the movie in the end. today is a bit different, though. papa asked the ghouls to help him out, and everyone ended exhausted in the end.

"sorry, I plan on just going to bed tonight. I don't think I can stay awake much longer." cirrus spoke, her muscles aching. everyone had been cleaning the place up, since papa wanted to expand the ministry a bit. it's been getting so full lately that some people have to share rooms. swiss has been asking everyone, being declined every time. the only ghoul he hasn't asked yet is dew, who always full of energy, despite working hard for long hours. sometimes swiss just doesn't know how he does it.

"there you are," swiss smiles as he pokes his head into the kitchen's doorway, "is movie night still happening or am I gonna be alone?" He asks with a quivering lip and puppy dog eyes.

he's trying to add humor to his tone, though he's desperate for dew to say yes. he doesn't want to miss out on a movie and cuddles, it's his favorite part of the week. time to unwind with someone else to keep company. dew's tail flicks as swiss finishes speaking.

"what? is no one else watching a movie with us?"

"nope. I've been asking around the the past... hour, maybe?"

"welp. I guess they'll have this shit for breakfast." dew shoves a container of various foods into the fridge. he already has a plate set up- probably his- and was working on one just as swiss came in. if he came in a moment later dew wouldve made more plates than needed.

"what are we watching? I'll let you pick." swiss grins as he takes his plate from dew.

"hmm.." He stops to swirl ideas around his head, resting his free hand on his chin, "terminator. we haven't watched that one in a while."

"you're right! you picked a good movie for once!"

"shut the hell up." dew playfully swings a fist at swiss's shoulder. they twist their tails around each other's as they walk to the common area. swiss makes countless attempts to eat his food before they get there, earning a slap on the wrist from dew.

"stop it! you gotta wait until we at least sit down! are you some kind of starving animal?!"

"yes."

"..."

they sit on the couch, swiss doesn't miss a second and scarfs his food down. dew didn't even think it was possible to eat that fast. he turns the movie on, leaning on the larger ghoul's shoulder as the screen flicks through scenes and the movie begins. after dew finishes his food he sets his plate on top of the one swiss had, and cuddles up to him even closer. the two fall fast asleep after only a few moments, their tails gently slapping against the couch's soft fabric.

[gwaaaaar]

My Personal Ranking of the MazM Games

Lawd im going insane so. Making this ranking. Excluding Yellow Bricks of course. Keep in mind this will not inherently judge the quality of the games moreso my enjoyment so feel free to disagree :) i would love to hear everyones opinions

HYDE AND SEEK SWEEP!!!

Imo theres nothing wrong with HNS (a lie there probably is but shhh). The characters are solid, the plot can fall a little flat at times but MazM said they prioritized making memorable characters more as they can be taken out of the story and used in multiple re-imaginings. They were pretty successful in doing just that. If we didn't have hns we wouldn't have Alan... mai waifu...

Kate is a good protagonist! She's a smartass and an absolute hothead but a load of fun. Pollie is literally a sopping wet meow meow tumblr would love her if HNS was actually popular. I don't think you guys need to know my opinion on Alan (beautiful gorgeous all that is good in the world). Mihir is good South Asian representation:) hes witty and sympathetic. Shoutout to Crack for actually making him look South Asian... so real for that. Bishop is an amazing antagonist like holy shit it may just be my bias but idk she got me tweaking. Of course you got the OG characters like Jekyll and Hyde, although I must admit Jekyll was fucking tweaking lawd that wasn't Jekyll that was his evil brother Jackson.

Art is really good too! Crack was working solo on this project and their art is soooo good, not Maha's painted style but it definitely works for the setting. The watercolor makes sure its not visually boring. The gameplays really fun! If a bit difficult, but I managed to finish the game 3 days after release. It's refreshing after the previous interactive book style games we had before. Honestly I'd reccomend it to any new MazMians and it's very easy to get into :) It's like MazM's tribute to JNH which made them popular in the first place.

2. It's Pechka time. Pechkas all over the place.

Ok ok so. I'd actually say Pechka is a masterpiece. Like literally nothing wrong with it story/characterwise. The story isn't as weak as HNS and it takes itself a lot more seriously. It is MazMs first historical game and it is really educational! Korean rebellion in Russia is a very interesting topic to explore. I didn't even know about it till I played this game.

It was their passion project, it's clear they were very excited to share a story that dealt with their culture so personally. The love shows through the research and dedication they put into it. The characters are sos so so gooood like. Back when I was smaller, I used to scoff at Pyotr for being selfish but. Nowadays hes my poor meow meow malewife. He'd do rounds on tumblr if he was popular. Asya too theyre literally the malewife girlboss dynamic. Pyotr and Asyas relationship is so fucking complicated but lawd they compliment each other perfectly. Daejin, Lizaveta, and Kyuhan have such a sweet story together and just. Aughhhhh.

The art done by Maha and Crack is interesting. The art style uses hatching and it's more simplistic compared to the painted art styles of prior. They primarily focused on making sure the characters actually looked ethnic Korean. The colors assigned to each characters omg... I LOVE WHEN CHARACTERS HAVE A SIGNATURE COLOD THAT REPRESENTS THEM TO A T! The CG cards at the end though... THERES NO HAPPY ENDINGS!!! Some are more bittersweet/neutral. But I think the CG cards do have a wide range of emotions and effectively carry the endings well.

The only problem of this game is the coins which makes it rlly tedious. Pechka is a bit slow burn, so the fact you can only play 2 eps a day is a bit... of a drag. Theres like 10 endings and no log to keep track of what dialouge youve gone through. Like i get you cant replay it without replaying the entire story bc of the endings system unlike jnh or poto or hns but at the very least i wish there was a log to keep track. The footnotes too like, we cant even replay induvidual episodes to find more footnotes which is a bit infurating. It follows the interactive book style of the previous games but the 10 endings give it a new twist.

But yeah on a technical level i might rate it the same level if not higher than hns. Just with hns i found more enjoyment and not many faults :)

3. Thy Creature,,,

Lawd I think you all know how I feel abt Thy Creature. But I'll break it down. Early access Thy Creature had so much potential to be a modern masterpiece it's actually unreal. It was doing something new by being a midquel game rather than prequel/sequel/1 to 1 adaptation. The idea of the bosses representing concepts and characters is genius. They messed up once they realized they didn't have enough time to do all they could n its a shame. I wish it could've gotten delayed just so the writing would be baked properly. Story is a lost cause </3 With characters, the characters are good! However. In the new version, EA characters such as Noah, Justine, and Creature, have been character assasinated. Noah got away just barely because his new iteration is not all bad, Justine's character stayed relatively the same however her feelings towards the Creature have been tampered quite a bit. A lot of the Creature's moral dilemmas are stripped away and it is far more emotionless in the new version which SUCKS. Noah and the Creature had such an interesting dynamic in the early version and it had been removed in the final cut </3.

Character motivations have been completely hidden as the new memory system doesn't give them induvidual reactions to memories which SUCKS. Like. Noah lashed out at the Creature because he realized he had forgotten about his beloved orphanage. YOU DON'T GET THAT IN THE NEW VERSION </3333. They made 701 eviller rather than sympathetic in the final version too </3 The characters that were introduced in the final version are just fine though, perhaps because we didn't lose anything, only gained. Leon is a ray of sunshine, Hanna is a milf, Alex is a badass, Ben is sympathetic etc etc They're like a family :) The boss battles r so cool too... Only gripe is EL is a fascinating character and died too soon to feel attachment to.

The art is fucking gorgeous, Maha primarily worked on the art until Crack finishsd HNS and joined 6 months before release. Unfortunately this is the last MazM game the two worked on as they have left the company due to overwork. Their art is practically one of the lead contributions to why people like MazM so much. Thy Creature is beautiful. I like the earlier concepts better with the sketchy/horror aspects, but the new polished art is just as good. The bullet hell gameplay is a neat mechanic! If only it weren't so hard :(((. In demo traliers there was a concept for having text slide across the screen and scenes playing out during the bullet hell. The bullets would be words and you as a player would have to pay attention to the story thats playing out while dodging, which is a fascinating concept too! But, that sort of thing would be very difficult for certain disabilities and just in general hard to deal with, so I understand why they removed it.

This game was not meant to educate like Pechka, but rather be moving. There are no footnotes like the other game which is fine like it is its own thing. I still think it's a lot of fun. Team MazM put their heart in it just like they did with Pechka, it's worth a try if one likes bullet hells :).

4. Phantom of the Opera let's go!!! 🌊🐴 juan

Lawd you guys know how I feel abt it too. But I'll break it down. Story for the first half is book accurate but the second... The changes are uhm. A decision alright. Not a good one but they're there. I did enjoy it a lot but I will admit the quality is a bit meh. It was my first MazM game so there is my bias. Although shoutout to Daroga for going "shut up white boy" to Raoul when he was being a bitch abt SWA. MazM took an anti-racist stance and they are so real for that. The fact they added the Daroga in the first place is good but, they fucking blame him for Erik's actions when whatever Erik did was his own fault??? But also they made Eriks backstory darker and had the audacity to be like. Actually no one hates you for your face Erik lol. Like??? NO???? HE HAS CLEARLY BEEN SUBJECTED TO IMMENSE PERSECUTION FOR LOOKING LIKE THAT HIS TRAUMA ISN'T HIS FAULT??? But I unironically like the episode where they unionize against the shitty managers. First Pay and A Strike is one of the better episodes. They have two endings, one is canon compliant where Raoulstine run away together, and the other is where they go their seperate ways. I think the addition of that second ending is a cool one and brings to mind new opportunities!

For characters, I think the character added to background characters like the dancers and Remy are pretty fun though! The managers are eh tbh like they shouldn't have been that malicious + the accidental racism with Carlotta and Melek. Melek... dear sweet Melek... she is a good character on her own just not in the story she's placed in. Her existence defeats the purpose of the story. She exists as a prop to make Erik look worse which. </3 Erik and Christine are the most butchered characters here like Raoul took their character development. Erik lost all his compassion, becoming a whiny baby. This defeats the purpose in the og book where he shows mercy to Christine by letting her go because she gave him a single act of compassion. The point of POTO was showing compassion and mercy and he just has none of those???? Christine had been reduced to a naive girl that needed to be taught to be strong via Melek. And i know Melek was portrayed as the one in the right and all but they fact they made a brown woman tell a white woman to toughen up leaves a bad taste in my mouth. She shouldn't have been used as a prop like that. I think it's purely accidental how this came off. But yeah Christine in the OG book, she was strong! She told Raoul to piss off many times, her strength was by showing compassion. She threw her fear aside to give a kiss to her captor!!! Raoul here is the best like hands down. I can write an essay for him later but his character development is the best and he is oddly realistic. I think a problem with the og Raoul (reason ppl can't side with him) is the fact his character doesn't translate well through time. Someone made a wonderful post abt og Raoul here! Give it a read it's good. The way MazM translated Raoul is fitting, as he gets far pushier than OG Raoul to some degree, but his development at the end is quite cathartic. They made Raoul sympathetic in another way which could be relatable for some. The OG Raoul was "attractive" because he was willing to give his honod and status away for a lower class woman. MazM Raoul plays with that idea, by placing more pressure on Raoul and making him unhappy with his situation. He is forced by his family to be perfect for them when he is a child at heart. He loves Christine because she is freeing for him. He is a good person, he just lets obsession cloud his judgement. He is the perfect foil to Erik here and just. Yeah I'll get my essay going soon. Not here. Not here.

Art is fucking gorgeous, Maha and Crack worked on it together but IMO Maha takes more prominence with their art style as the painted looks of the cg cards perfectly match the aesthetic. The backgrounds are BEAUTIFUL. The character designs are lovely. Erik is book accurate minus for the color of his mask. He is monstrous and it's awesome. Christine is blonde, just like the book! The starry look of her hair is unusual to people but it's a game, like whatever looks cool yk? It's beautiful she's beautiful. And we can't forget Jimin Raoul. What a look. They were originally gonna make Christine and Raoul both blonde but probably changed hair colors to make sure they didn't look too alike. I think the pink hair does give Raoul the perfect sweet vibes, even if it's a bit outrageous, it's funny and iconic!!! It also puts a nice duality theme between him and Erik, pink and black my beloved. The dancers are cute, love you Jammes. Remy... lawd i want him. The managers look French.

For gameplay, you have the interactive book format, which again isn't too engaging for me, but it's a good casual game and I think good for newcomers as well because the art is appealing. Coin system is meh but tbh better than Pechka. The footnotes are a lot of fun! Interesting stuff to know like. What's in gunpowder, what the fuck is eugenics, etc etc. But it does hilight the footnote system which helps to provide social context and consume in a new light :)

5. Jekyll jekyll hyde jekyll hyde jeky

I don't hate Jekyll and Hyde, it just doesn't capture my interest like the others do. It's not bad at all and one can argue it's better than POTO but. Idk not for me. The story is pretty book accurate with the characters being canon compliant. It's not a bad thing bc POTO was kind of a shitstorm with the changes made, but I don't feel as engaged. Again it's all up to taste. It just feels like MazM didn't bring anything too new to the table which is alright. This is the game that brought MazM to relevance so ofc, it's a special lil guy :)

Art is done solely by Maha but lawd it is GORGEOUS. DILFS FOR DAYS!!! Cg cards are wonderfully composed, sells the atmosphere of the story. Chibis are so silly, it's like Don't Starve.

The gameplay is the interactive book style and uhhh, idk it's okay. Again nothing to write home about. It's a nice game to play on a rainy day :)

Honorable mention: Heartless

I found heartless on qooapp and while I can't play Yellow Bricks, I'll give my 2 cents on heartless.

I have heard the Wizard of Oz games MazM made are quite book accurate. I haven't read Wizard of Oz yet so I can't give my two cents on that. I'll give my two cents on how I felt.

Heartless/Yellow Bricks were MazMs first games. You can definitely tell the influence it has on their other games. How the story is paced etc etc. It's more child-friendly than their later games, but still has quite a bit of grimness to it. After all, it's about the tin man. Maha's art is so so so diff than it is now, YB/Heartless has a far cuter atmosphere where both the sprites and the chibi sprites are both, well, cute. Nicholas... sweet guy </3. Admittedly he does look like a child when he's an adult but they had a vibe to keep up. The witch is a milf. The gameplay is the interactive book style but it leans more into interactive imo. The minigames where you run away are reused in POTO where you run from the flaming skull. But uh in Heartless, YOU RUN AWAY FROM THE AXE THAT'S HACKING AWAY AT NICK. 😟

It's a ministory to explain what's with the tin soldier and oh boy with the short time it had, it pulled at my heart strings and never let go </3. Fun thing. Anyways. The footnotes system don't give any context metawise, just ingame stuff. Which isn't a bad thing as some people are unfamiliar with Wizard of Oz lore so it's good to fill them in on it.

[the-travelling-witch]

thank you so much ;^; i'm proud of myself too and i do hope to pass this last one too, otherwise it's a september matter lmao

i will make you accept compliments in a way or another 🤺 i'm sure i'm not the only one here, so it's an undefined number of people against you >:3 (also thanks for liking that awful pun, cyno got the better of me)

i think that, in a modern setting like your au, xiao would be one of those average tattooed people, they have their good bunch of drawings and writings but still got plenty of untouched skin, so the possibilities for tattooes are almost endless! but yeah arms and chest and back tattooes >>>>>>>>>> neck too ngl they're hot 👀

with scara is more of a "annoying x annoyed" trope (if it actually exists, otherwise i just invented it), but nonetheless even if he has good reflex one way or another he want flick my forehead unless he wants me to pinch his cheeks like a baby in exchange (or to offer me dinner)

anyway, just finished re-reading the piece cuz i needed the gut twisting feeling to sink just the right way and MAN HOW COULD YOU QwQ THE DESPAIR THE ANGER THE LONELINESS THE PAIN THE EVERYTHING GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH T-T kazuha the only one trying to cope in a decent way BUT TOMO QwQ

you're an amazing and cruel writer holly TvT

— ❄️

you can be proud!! and it’ll work out, i’m sure of it!! <3

too bad that i’m the sole authority on this blog and democracy means nothing to me /j; it’s not that i dislike receiving compliments, hell one of my receiving love languages is words of affirmation, i just don’t believe any of them are true and people are just being nice, bless their hearts i think i can go toe to toe with cyno on puns, albedo loves it

yeah i agree (again, i have my ideas that i will throw at people eventually, one of them is ofc angsty heheh just a smidge though) there’s still plenty of soft skin for me to touch doodle on; maybe i do have to write his second part next, i have some tasty ideas (i’m shooting myself in the foot with this bc how could anyone compare?? ㅠㅠ)

anyway speaking about neck tattoos, scara… every trope is valid as a trope even if it’s just made up but i think the “annoying (bc they care) x annoyed (but they actually care so much)” trope has been floating around; also let me tell you, scara already wants to buy you dinner, you’re just giving him excuses jshsh

HOW COULD YOU has got to be my favourite reaction to get on any kind of angst piece, it’s just funny; especially bc i can guarantee you that i was whining in my best friend’s chat about how none of the scenes are painful enough… oops (it happens every time)

xiao’s part is by far my favourite though, sorry blatant favouritism, but i had this very vivid scene in my mind for it + my two beta readers were yelling in the entire comment section which was very encouraging (also i hope we all caught that jade symbolises harmony, virtue and eternity, what a detail~ /lh); kazuha definitely copes the best but i think xiao is getting there, childe and aether on the other hand…

thank you, being a cruel writer means so much to me ^^ at least when it comes to angst what’s comfort?

“i promise, honey, i can feel your pain; and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit, does that make me insane?” me when someone says my angst hurt; sorry i have this song stuck in my head and i just kinda fits here hshsh

[pupkashi]

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😅- story or scene im a bit embarrassed by; on my old blog I wrote a mutant!reader x Bucky fic and the idea was there !! the execution was HORRIBLE I read it back a while ago and was so tempted to delete ,, but I was like 15 so ill cut myself some slack ig 😭

🥺- certain moment or common interaction btw characters that puts me in my feels; anytime I write anything of them giving the reader comfort and assuring them everything will be okay and they're hard working enough,, yeah ahaha

🤗- advice to fanfic writers just getting started; oh gosh im certainly not qualified for this,, I think just diving in and getting ur first work out there is a good start!! id say start w something you're comfortable with and then branch out from there :3 also don't get discouraged !! I got another ask w this so ill continue there :]

rest under the cut !

💖- what made you start writing?: I had so many ideas I wrote in my notes app and I was too scared to send requests to blogs (I still am ngl) so I decided to bite the bullet and just go for it! high school me was so brave (you go hs sophomore jess!)

💌- how do you feel about comments and feedback?: I LOVE COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 its quite literally one of my biggest motivations when writing :( as embarrassing as it is im always refreshing to see if anyones left any comments or anything on my works :( please leave comments and feedback I need it more than air itself,,

🎶- do you listen to music while writing? what song have you been playing on loop lately?: I usually don't listen while I write just bc Im not able to think straight when I do 😭 if im writing inspired by a song then ill have that looping though,, lately I've been obsessed with the opening song of jjk idk its so catchy ! also seven by jungkook, do it like that by txt and lucid dreams by aespa !

🛠️- what tools/programs/apps do you use to write?: y'all r going to think im insane and im not even gonna defend myself bc its true,, I literally just write on the Tumblr mobile app 🧍🏻‍♀️ I just start a post and if I don't finish in one go I save it as a draft and go from there,, yea....

✨- give you and your writing a compliment: oh im so bad at this uhhh,, I think my writing is very sweet and cozy ! and I think im a pretty okay writer :] !

[1d1195]

I would NEVER purposely skip a post of yours! especially Zipper! I love you and them too much to do that!

So Im not on the semester system, it's actually the quarter system! Which means I have 10 weeks of instruction and 1 week of finals! So I will be finishing up my second out of the three in the academic year. Truly hell lol midterms start the end of the 2nd week for some classes.... like today (Tuesday) I had my 3rd and final math midterm and our final exam is this Saturday. Truly insane lol OMG ALSO THIS WAS MY LAST DAY WITH MY HOT PROFESSOR 😭😭😭 so sad about that because I wont get to see that man anymore! LIKE WHERE IS MY MOTIVATION GONNA COME FROM NOW?! and we had our final presentations today and I got a compliment from him and dear god that sliver of praise made me dizzy😵‍💫

ANYWAYS! Im glad you have other writers as a support system!!! and yes! miss fireflies is so kind in general! and it's good to vent especially with someone you're comfortable with!

Im glad you're feeling a bit better about it! It's okay to have those feelings and sometimes you just have to feel them. I think overall tumblr has been a bit "slow" in general but maybe a middle of the week post may help? Like a little treat to keep going until the weekend? IDK either way you know your readers vibe so whatever you decided to do will be good!

ABAHAH OMG WE ARE BOTH BROWN HAIRED AND EYED GIRLIES CONSTANTLY OVERWHELMED!!! truly an accurate description of myself lol you're not alone at least!

and im kinda honored that you thought it was me?! liar is SO ME coded due to the lack of allowing myself to experience good things in life but that's a different story lol like Im about to fangirl for a bit but they did this podcast called song explore and they went into detail of how they made it in terms of instrumentation and all and UGH THIS WAS SO GOOD! i don't think ive ever mentioned it before but I was a musician so learning the details of the composition was a gift! Also if you ever need sad song inspo i got you bc the majority of my playlist is depressing lol

ANWAYSSSSSSSSSS im glad im back too! Hope you're well and that your week is good!!!-💜

Omg I would never think you purposefully didn’t read something! But still, you know I don’t expect you to read everything; I kind of thought you forgot and I sort of anticipated a follow up message! 💕😉

QUARTERS of course! I don’t hear of too many schools doing that so I totally forgot that exists. Well that makes more sense. That’s so overwhelming, V, I’m sorry :( I’m sure you’re used to it now but I would cry everyday so I have no doubt you’re doing phenomenally and I’m so proud of you!!! Omg RIP hot professor. I’m going to miss him 😭 you should go to his office hours if you need help with another class every once in a while just to say hi 😉😉

I would die without Miss Firefly having to put up with me all the time 😂

I didn’t know you were a musician!!! I’m musically DE-clined so I could never but that’s amazing. You have to be SUPER smart 😭 I can sing a little but I’m not good at instruments or composition or anything. God bless.

Every time I think my weeks can’t get crazier, they do 😂 but I’m alright. Excited to do NOTHING on Saturday

Xoxo

P.S. I think it’s cute we’re both brown haired and brown eyed 💕

[suckerforcate]

Hi there! can you write something where reader gets insecure bc she has thick thighs and Larissa realizes it bc once they’re about to get intimate for the first time reader asks her to turn the lights off, kinda angst but fluffy at the end ( maybe a bit smutty? )

love your work <3

Insecurities

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 747

Warning: insecurities, NSFW, 18+, slight but still relatively grafic smut at the end

A/n: Thank you!! Really liked this Idea, enjoy! <3

Larissa hungrily kissed you and ran over your lip with her tongue. She lifted you up, hands on your ass to hold you and carried you to the bedroom. Gently she put you down on the bed and hoovered over you.

Larissa and you had been dating for a few weeks now, and it felt like a dream. You were happier than ever and now you both felt you were ready to take the next step. You were about to sleep together. And as exiting that was you were a bit scared. You had always had problems with insecurities and never had you been so intimate with someone before. You knew Larissa loved you to bits, but still she hadn't seen you naked yet.

Larissa planted kisses all over your neck but just as she was about to take of your clothes, you stopped her. Her movements directly got to a halt, and she looked at you.

"Could we turn off the light?" You couldn't even look at her right now, that's how embarrassed you were. She immediately climbed off of you and sat down on the bed next to you. You covered your face with your hands. You felt extremely sheepish. You had ruined everything, the moment was wonderful until you made a problem out of it.

"Darling, please look at me." You slowly sat up and uncovered your face.

"Please, (Y/n)." She gently pushed your chin up, there was no way around it. You had to look her in the eyes now. She smiled comforting.

"Why would you want the lights off? I'd very much like to see you while loving you." You didn't miss the kindness and genuineness in her voice, still your mind forced you to ignore it.

"That's what you say now."

"And it's also what I'll say later." She was confused and that was clear on her face.

"Well, maybe not. Maybe you'll see me naked, and then you change your mind. I have very thick thighs, it's looks horrible. Also, there are stretch marks on them, it's just not very pleasant to look at." You broke the eye contact, afraid of her reaction. But to your surprise you were pulled into a tight hug. Larissa gently stroked your back and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Oh, love. That just means that there is so much more of you for me to love. I will most definitely not change my mind. I love you and that I'll do no matter what." She gently ran her hand over your cheek and smiled at you. Oh, how you loved that woman.

"Thank you, I love you. Really, I don't think words can explain how much." You hugged her, being pulled closer by her strong arms. Sitting in her lap, she looked down at you.

"If you don't want to do this right now, then that's absolutely fine."

"No, I want it. I do. I need you." Larissa smiled, a smile you could bathe in. Full of love and adoration, all directed solemnly at you.

Gently she pushed you down and climbed on top of you again. All while taking off your clothes and caressing your body with kisses, she complimented you. Every little part of you. From your eyes, over your breasts to the way your hips looked. And as she had uncovered your thighs, she didn't stop. She told you how beautiful they were, kissed then up and down and as she was eating you out and had your leg laying on her shoulder she constantly had a hand on your thigh stroking and caressing it.

She made you feel things you didn't think were possible. And in this moment, laying in front of her, completely exposed and a moaning mess, you realised what it meant to make love to someone.

As she was finished with you, you were completely exhausted. But in a good way, a very good way. This woman would be the death of you. The way she had towered over you, looking you in the eyes as you came, having complimented every little last of you and know mere seconds later, she was cleaning you up and tucking you into bed. For a second you wanted to protest, she had pleasured you, so why shouldn't you return the favour? But she immediately shushed you.

"It's okay, (Y/n). I can wait, next time. This was all about you." And with that you fell asleep, safe in her arms.