#hmm maybe I should have done a third one LOL

[heartillycore]

i really like that one rinoa render… so I added to it :3

the composition is so off but pls see my vision 🙏

[phagodyke]

I mostly just scroll thru blog subs when im on mobile bc I follow too many ppl on here so I add mutuals etc there n then turn off notifs so it's like the creme de la creme of the dash anyway if u see me in ur notes more its bc I forgor to add some of u on there until recently sorry 😭😭

[anonomouswriter-blr]

Oikawa x Reader: School Festival [a haikyuu one-shot]

Ok y'all, so my friends and I had an all-nighter where we write one-shots. The twist is, we each wrote down on different sticky notes a character, a plotline, and I think the third is a location. We did this a year ago and I forgot all about this, but I recently found it so I'm posting it here lol

I hope you enjoy.

1145 words

Story under the cut.

Being a foreign exchange student, experiencing life in Japan was a bit of a culture shock: different introductions, different eating customs, different school traditions. One school tradition you noted was that Japan had school festival days. For the past week, your class had been working on an idea and building the vision. Today was the final day where the booths would actually be open to people and you were kind of nervous. Why? Who knows. Maybe it was more excitement than nervousness.

Your class finished assembling the booth reasonably quickly, so you figured you’d find your friend Oikawa to see if his booth needed any help. It wasn’t long before you found his booth and he was waving you down. Oikawa was one of the first people to introduce himself to you. Of course, you now realize he was just trying to scope out the new girl considering his… following, but it ended up being a good friendship; mainly consisting of you helping Iwaizumi call him names and him being a weird flirt even though he’s pretty much a dork.

“Hi, Y/n! Couldn’t stay away for long, eh?” he asked, waving.

“No, actually I’m looking for your pretty friend. Hey, Iwa!” you responded jokingly, to which Oikawa feigned a sad pout. “How’s the booth coming along?”

“We're almost done. Just need to put up the last few banners,” Iwaizumi said.

“You may want to be careful, Y/n. As soon as we open, girls will swarm the area. You might get trampled and die,”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you guys doing anyway?”

“Kissing booth,” Iwaizumi said boredly as the title banner was hung up. You turned your head to Oikawa,

“What?”

“It’s the perfect concept! There's no girl in the world that wouldn’t want to kiss me! Just think of the revenue,”

“I wouldn’t count on it if it’s gonna be you, Oikawa. How is this even allowed in a school setting?”

“It’s just on the cheek. He does have a big following of girls at this school. It’s not like we can use his brain to help our booth,”

“I guess that makes sense,”

“How mean! Everyone undermines my intelligence,”

“Oh yeah, how did your game go Saturday?”

“It was fine. We won, of course, but it just felt too easy. I need a challenge in my life. You should come to my next game! You can wear one of my jerseys,”

“Hmm, tempting, but I’ll pass. Volleyball isn’t really my thing. Well, if you’re pretty much done, I’m gonna head around to look at the other booths. See ya around!”

“Bye, Y/n~!”

*

Everything looked amazing and you were having a good amount of fun before someone grabbed your shoulders from behind, making you jump. “Ya ho~!”

“Gah! Oikawa you scared me! Why would you do that?” you exclaimed and punched him in the arm.

“Ow! I can take the abuse from Iwa, but from you, it’s just too much,”

“Sorry. I saw opportunity and couldn’t resist,”

“The abuse I endure for you. Do you wanna go do something together?”

“What about your booth?”

“I’m all kissed out and on break. Girls wear a lot of lip product,” he said while rubbing some gloss and balm off his cheek. “But anyways, let’s go get some food or something. I’m so hungry,”

“I saw a teriyaki booth somewhere. Wanna get some of that? You’re paying,”

“Don’t I always?” The two of you walked the booths, trying different foods and desserts. The games were pretty fun too! It was nice playing games that weren’t rigged. You were clowning on Oikawa a bit at how much he sucked at some of the games compared to you, though you're sure he’d thrown some of your matches together. As your escapade continued, you noticed some girls you passed had their hands pressed to their cheeks while pointing and gazing at Oikawa, undoubtedly gushing over how they kissed each other on the cheek.

“I don’t understand how you can manage all the female attention. I’d get too tired of having to interact that much,”

“It does get bothersome sometimes. I used to love it, but now I think I’d prefer to have only one girl's attention, you know?”

“Ah, the development of a teenage male. From boyhood to maturity. All ready to settle down,” suddenly you gasped dramatically, almost making Oikawa drop the snacks he had bought. “A Ferris wheel! How did they get a Ferris wheel here!?”

“Y/n, I don’t think I’d trust that. It looks a little old,”

“Old shmold! Let’s go on!” Without a moment to protest you were dragging Oikawa by the hand to the big ride. “Woah! I can see the field yard from here!”

“Y/n! Please don’t lean out the side like that. You’re gonna fall!”

“Oh, you mean like this?” you asked and leaned out,”

“Y/n!” he said, reaching for you.

“What? Are you scared” you asked, and started rocking the box. He grabbed you and forced you to sit still beside him, like a mother to her rambunctious child.

“You’ve lost your fun privileges. Sit still until the ride is over,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. You wondered if rides were a fear of his or if it was just Ferris wheels. Either way, it was fun to be out like this. You guys only ever really interacted at school during classes or studying. “Hey, Y/n. I think you should rethink going to my next game. I think I’d play better if you were there,”

“Why would you need to play better? You already win don’t you?” by this time the wheel had stopped and it was time to get off. You left the ride with a ‘thank you’ to the person running it and continued on.

“It’s less about the winning and more about… Y/n, would you just listen for a sec?” he grabbed your hand and pulled you back nearer to him. You blinked twice, looking down at where his hand didn’t leave yours.

“Kawa?” he started running his thumb over your knuckles nervously, his eyebrows knitting together in conflict.

“I want to see you at my games. I don’t care if I win, I just want to see you wearing my jersey number at my games,”

“What do you…” this wasn’t… was it?

“Earlier, I was wondering if you were gonna show up to the kissing booth at some point today. But now I’m realizing I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because now it feels more genuine,” he looked up at you, into your eyes, it felt invasive, uncomfortable, but not altogether unwelcomed. “Y/n. Can I kiss you?”

“I…” but the decision was clear to you then. “Yes.”

Sure enough, you were at his next game, the number one displayed proudly on your back.

[sweetshire]

HI FRIEND (even though this is text I am waving so fast at you)

I hope you’re doing well! A couple questions but also please take this as a chance to talk about what you think is cool. Ok two questions: who is your fav lotr character?? If that’s too hard, maybe top 5? I am such a Sam fan, I love that silly little guy. I also love pippin. And I also love merry. And I also love Frodo. Can you tell I like hobbits.

Ok question 2: do you have a favorite sherlock holmes story? And do you have a favorite adaptation?

Secret third question: do you have a hobby that is not your favorite but that you do enjoy doing? Like if it’s on your list, one that’s solidly in the middle?

Ok that’s it!!! Thank you for being in my notifs, it always fills me with joy to see you there hehe <3

*waves back* HEYYY FRIEND AM I GLAD TO SEE YOUUU!! i was thinking about just yesterday bc GUESS WHO FINISHED READING E.W’S encyclopaedia of faeries? me! i did! this was goood. sweet and wholesome and utterly charming <3 and exactly the kind of book i needed to read atp, given that the next few books on my tbr are mostly classics or hard-hitters. u were so right they ARE giving howl & sophie!! these delightful fuckers- they have me squealing & smiling all day 🥺🥰

1. u should know that this is too hard a question for me & when u ask me anything abt lotr i could ramble for centuries but i’ll refrain from listing every one of my beloved characters, which includes the minor ones too obvsly because i’m me :) anyhow! woo *quivers excitedly* here i go: first would be a tie between frodo and denethor- i physically cannot (& will not) choose. also lmao SUCH a contrast in both their, well, character - lol well done, me! (yet they’re soo similar too. yes i find parallels between their narratives AND everything else as well what of it) then in no particular order- eowyn, faramir, boromir (basically all the gondor men <3), legolas, & as u know i adore the hobbits. all four of them -um 5, including bilbo- but MERRY!! i hate to see him brushed aside & unappreciated. justice for merry, and frodo too!! what selfless, sacrificing, lovely dear hobbits *cries* OH OH AND I ADORE SAMWISE TOO i’d be a fool not to. there’s not a person who’s capable of not loving him. no doubt i’ll be cursing myself later for forgetting other dear ones…

2. charles augustus!! god i’m obsessed w the milverton case. what doesn’t it have?? a master blackmailer. a lady killer (she slays -literally ajdksf). hand-holding. h&w being not at all hesitant abt committing a crime - a master detective who’s always used to solving one!! delicious.. it’s the story™ which perfectly captures the true essence of holmes’ character imho. and ‘a study of scarlet’ ofc. irene adler (nee norton) queen i love u. big shoutout to ‘the copper beaches’ also. i like all the stories with the ladies

3. hmm i do! fav one is - u guessed it - reading. to answer ur question: i looove doing henna!! every summer without practice i’d practice it on any hand i could find. i’m an amateur but still i like it. i haven’t been able to do it this summer :( on account of. me & my whole family has been sick/unwell in some way since the past month & a half or so. but i’m planning on applying mehendi or do a painting soon!! (i also liked to collect coins/stamps/buttons or some such as a child - i habit i’m always in danger of relapsing into but shh)

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️Love Comes Wearing Disguises

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1740 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Modern AU, Retail AU, Sex Shop, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Implied/Referenced Sex, Sex Toys, Past Character Death, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment AU-Gust 2024 Day 11: Retail Worker

AU-Gust 2024 Masterlist

Notes: Johnny feels like the kinda guy who’d try to hook two of his friends up just because he can lmfao. Just realised upon reading this back, the third guy with Hanzo and Johnny is Kenshi I just never really introduced him. 😂 He’s not really that important in this, but that is him. lol Title is from My Type by Saint Motel

Kuai Liang had heard just about everything he possibly could about his job.

Questions on if he got to test the wares, if he’d done certain sex acts, where the best local orgies met at. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was about working in a sex shop that made people decide that asking entirely inappropriate questions was acceptable, but it did seem to. He’d been slut shamed, hit on, yelled at, ogled at, sometimes all at the same time. Honestly, he couldn’t wait until he was done with his degree and he could find a new job.

Thankfully, his boss let him keep some pepper spray under the counter. Doubly thankfully, he had so far never had to use it.

He sighed as he opened a box, looking upon a new stock of brand new vibrators. It was from one of his favourite brands and he was quite interested in this one. He slipped one out, putting it behind the counter so he could buy it later, and then carried the box over to where he needed to display them.

As he placed the box down again, the bell on the door went off and he looked up just in time to see three men entering the shop.

“C’mon I’m telling you dude, this will get you back in the game,” the one man insisted, and he recognised him immediately. None other than Johnny Cage, famous movie star. He was, weirdly, a regular in the shop, and if Kuai was honest, he was definitely one of the more top tier customers in terms of how he acted. He was always extremely polite and never too over the top with his questions. Kuai Liang didn’t recognise the men with him, but he hoped if they were with Johnny then they’d be alright too. When Johnny saw Kuai, he waved and said “hey man, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well, thank you Mr. Cage,” he replied, placing a couple of the vibrators on the shelf. “Can I help you at all today?”

“Not me, but maybe my friend here.” Johnny pushed forward one of the men, who looked completely mortified to be put on the spot. “His name is Hanzo, and he’s trying to put himself back out there, so I thought maybe getting some stuff from here might spice things up for him.”

“I see.” That was actually incredibly common. Lots of people, upon going through a breakup, would find themselves grabbing a toy or two to keep themselves satisfied. “Well, what sort of thing did you have in mind?”

“I- I have no idea,” Hanzo muttered, trying to look anywhere but at Kuai Liang. “What would you recommend?”

“Uh.” That was a loaded question, because without knowing Hanzo’s tastes it was hard to know what to point him towards. Eventually he cleared his throat and replied “well, I mean, there are a couple of vibrators I really like.”

The group stood in silence, and Kuai felt himself start to panic that he’d said something wrong or offended them. Then Johnny began to laugh to himself, both his companions turning to look at him questioningly.

“Well, uh. Thanks for confirming you’re a bottom,” Johnny said in a jovial tone, and Kuai felt his face start to go hot. He hadn’t even considered how his statement could be taken. “I mean. I had a feeling, but… Y’know. Didn’t wanna ask.”

“Oh my god,” Kuai groaned, putting his face in his hands and bending over slightly. He wanted the Earth to swallow him whole. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”

“N-No I’m sorry,” Hanzo hurriedly assured him. “I should have clarified what I’m looking for better.”

“Hmm.” Kuai managed to stand back up straight, and brushed his hair out of his face. “So. Um. Y-You’re looking more for… fleshlights?”

“Yes. I think so,” he replied, and oh god, Kuai was glad that he was also feeling embarrassed right now. He couldn’t have coped if he was feeling it alone.

“We’ll leave you two to it,” Johnny claimed, turning to look at some of the porn dvd’s they had on display. “If that’s fine with you, Kuai Liang?”

“Absolutely,” Kuai replied, abandoning the vibrators and walking over to where the fleshlights were. He was joined by Hanzo, who was still clearly trying to not make eye contact with him. “So. Um. These are what we have. I’ve been told this one is pretty good as a first buy.”

“I see,” Hanzo spoke as Kuai pointed to the item in question. He reached to take a look at it. “I… Assume you don’t have many personal recommendations?”

Kuai coughed on his own spit, before groaning “I just outed myself so badly didn’t I?”

Hanzo chuckled slightly and said “you did.”

“Ugh. Johnny is never going to let me live this down.” He placed a hand to his head. Sure, Johnny was just a customer, but he was in the shop rather a lot. And this felt like the sort of thing he would forever be teased about.

“Knowing him, absolutely not.” Hanzo sighed dramatically. “How do you know him, by the way?”

“I- He’s a regular customer,” Kuai said with a shrug. He didn’t really know Johnny, especially given he was a famous movie star. They were friendly but he doubted they could ever be friends thanks to that.

“Huh.” Hanzo seemed confused, looking over his shoulder towards Johnny, before lowering his voice slightly. “Just, when he was talking about you, he made it sound like you two were good friends.”

“Wait…” Kuai tried to process that, wondering how to address what he’d just discovered. “He’s talked about me?”

“Well. Yes.” Hanzo straightened himself out, now acting like he was also discovering some new information. “I mean, he was just extremely insistent that you’d help me find what I need.”

Why does that sound almost like Johnny’s trying to get us to hook up? Because why wouldn’t he say Hanzo could find what he needed in the shop? Rather than straight from Kuai Liang. And then there was how he pretty much immediately pushed Hanzo forward to talk to Kuai Liang.

There was a light of realisation in Hanzo’s eyes as they widened and he whispered “oh my god, he was trying to set us up together, wasn’t he?”

“I think so,” Kuai giggled. Honestly, he was so used to guys just aggressively coming onto him, he was surprised he’d never had anyone bring their friend to meet him yet. This was a new experience.

“I am so sorry,” Hanzo reiterated in a devisated tone, placing a hand on his forehead. “I should have realised that he was up to something.” He sighed and shook his head. “I know he means well, but for fucks sake.” Hanzo held his hands up. “Please accept my sincerest apologies, and know you do not have to do anything more than sell me a sex toy.”

“Don’t worry, you are fine.” It was nice that someone actually apologised to him. But this wasn’t Hanzo’s fault. And this was far from the worst interaction he’d had at work. “Trust me, I’ve had some doozies.”

“I can imagine.” Hanzo looked down at the fleshlight in his hand. “I would suspect you get a lot of men who have no sense of boundaries.”

“You have no idea,” Kuai muttered under his breath. “There’s a reason I have pepper spray under the counter.”

“Thank you for not using that on me,” Hanzo said in such a serious tone it actually made Kuai Liang laugh. Hanzo himself ended up chuckling. “Like I said, Johnny means well. I’ve been trying to get myself out there in terms of dating but it’s… hard…”

“And Johnny thought your perfect match was the guy who works at the sex shop?” Kuai dryly pointed out, and once again he got a chuckle.

“Apparently.”

“Was it a bad break up?” Kuai questioned, since that was usually what people meant when they talked about getting back out there.

Hanzo gave him a sollom look. “I lost my wife about two years ago.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” It hadn’t even occurred to him that something so terrible had happened. “That must have been hard.”

“It was, I was in a dark place for a very long time.” Hanzo sighed deeply, but then smiled to himself. “But my friends made me realise that Harumi wouldn’t have wanted me to wallow in self pity. She’d have wanted me to find happiness, no matter what.”

“Well, I certainly hope you find that happiness,” Kuai sincerely told him, reaching to pat his shoulder. He did feel for the guy, definitely. And honestly? He was kind of good looking. If they’d met outside of his work, Kuai might have actually considered a date with him.

“Thank you,” Hanzo said with a nod. “Sorry about everything again. I mean, you are very cute, but I would feel bad hitting on you when you’re just trying to do your work.”

Out of all the guys who’d come in and called him cute, Hanzo had been the most respectful. His mind rolled back to his previous thought, that if they’d met outside of the shop, Kuai would have considered it. And well… Johnny didn’t feel like the sort of guy who’d just throw a complete weirdo at him.

“Well... I get off work at about 5ish, and generally stop by the sandwich shop down the street to get something to eat,” he drawled, watching Hanzo stare at him in confusion. “If we were to just happen to run into each other, I wouldn’t be at work anymore.”

Realisation seemed to hit Hanzo and his eyes widened. It took a couple of seconds, but eventually he began to smile to himself.

“Yes. I suppose you wouldn’t.” Hanzo chuckled to himself under his breath, actually seeming a little flustered by Kuai’s suggestion. “Well. I should probably pay.” He held up the fleshlight slightly as he spoke. “And then, hm, maybe around 5ish I’ll find myself hungry and showing up at the sandwich shop.”

“It’d be a total coincidence, of course,” Kuai continued the bit, giggling slightly as he did.

“Absolutely.”

They shared a knowing smirk with each other.

“Let me ring you up,” Kuai finally said, gesturing towards the cash register. As he continued to make small talk and take the payment, he found himself getting excited about their totally-not-intended date later.

[fatal-3nvy]

Ok, I've been thinking about the Wardlow ships post again so I thought I'd come back around and say my opinions and add a few of my ships.

MJF: (Anything post Pinnacle Era I just do as OOC/backstage. Is it weird I miss them being on better terms?) Hobbs: (So I've recently started shipping it and they need to team up when he returns.) Hook: (Ah, so that's how that happened, I think I've seen a few of their fics, they're cute.) Shawn Spears: (Even post Shawn's last return they were cute and that picture of them at that fashion show makes me miss them more) Cash and Dax of FTR (Funny, I go mostly Cash due to that one picture of Cash grabbing his chest so it's cool we're opposite like that.) Basically…the whole Pinnacle…I miss The Pinnacle (So. Do. I! How has no one that I know of done a 5 way fic, it's nuts.) Adam Cole (At the start of Undisputed Kingdom, they were quite adorable. I'm stil chuffed I did the first two fics for the ship tag on AO3, I should try and do a third at some point…) Matt Taven (Yup, makes sense to me.) Mike Bennett (Also makes sense to me.) Roderick Strong (Ok, it's ridiculous how hard I am shipping these two at the moment that I'm attempting two fics at the same time.) Once again Undisputed Kingdom is a weird polycule in my heart (Makes sense, I've been attempting a poly fic but having no luck.) Brian Cage (Hmm, interesting idea.) Beast Mortos (Undisputed Kingdom adjacent, makes sense.) Damian Priest (Can I have a link to this match please?)

As for mine (all crackships as you covered everything that makes sense: Willow Nightingale (Babes with the powerbombs, enough said. One of only two het ships I have for him that isn't his ex or curent partner.) Rhea Ripley (My other non actual partners het ship I ended up crackshipping due to a discord server I'm in.) Shelton Benjamin (I decided to mash my two favs together and ended up attached. Oops. Although now they're in the same company, maybe I can have an actual interaction…) Alexander Hammerstone (A crackship I have due to them being big MF's with an MJF connection.)

I'd have done this as a reply to that post but I yapped too much and I got cut off. (Sorry for yapping too much.)

Yap away friend! Yap away!

MJF: (I legit have so many gifs of Max grabbing Wardlow and Wardlow protecting him, it's unreal)

Hobbs: (Mostly due to their feud being, to me borderline homoerotic)

Hook: (I wrote most of those fics, including the very first one lol)

Shawn Spears: (THE FASHION SHOW PHOTOS! OH MY HEART SINGS!)

Cash and Dax of FTR (Yeah no, checks out)

Basically…the whole Pinnacle…I miss The Pinnacle (How tf is there no orgy fic or smth?!)

Adam Cole (I read one of those fics I think, very hood very nice)

Matt Taven and Mike Bennett (See, Matt jumping up to hug Wardlow and Mike being a giggly mess around him)

Roderick Strong (THEY ARE IN LOVE)

Damian Priest (got it right here)

All the crack ones I approve. Especially Hammerstone

[ofmermaidstories]

About blocked anon. In general i agree with merms. Howevre. Ok im a silent reaer too for the most part. Tried a sideblog, but i get sidetracked and end up not using it. If the writer has an ao3 i try to leave a comment there but i have more trouble reblogging and interacting on tumblr fro some reason. I have been blocked too for not reblogging fics! But honestly I don't feel particularly bad about it cause I feel like I can't really blame a writer for blocking ppl who don't support their fics.

Like, it's not about talking to the writer, it's about reblogging their fics and show appreciation to the work they put in them and posting them for others. If that's important to that particular writer and they don't feel good with ppl who just lurk (like me) then it's their right to deal with it however they see fit.

I still look at their blog thoughthey just don't show on my dash. If anon wants to put the work and reblog and comment fics on a side blog if they don't want to do so on their main, and ask the writer to unblock them i'm sure they will (unless there's a different reason, like maybe the writer saw soemthign on anon's blog and was like "hmm don't like that". Can't do anything about that.)

You’re allowed to disagree with me, Anon, LOL, I promise don’t mind it—a difference of opinion (on inane things, and I would consider anything that happens on tumblr dot com short of harassment to be inane) is good! Healthy. 😌 Mix things up a bit. But—okay, let’s talk about the reblog debate.

I just don’t vibe with it, LOL. I don’t vibe with sniping people for being lurkers. 💅🏽✨ I don’t respect it, actually, if we’re going to get serious—yes, people can (and should!) curate their followings as they need to. If someone decides to deny you access to their online space then, no, you can’t do anything about it. I just also happen to think it’s one of the more stupid reasons you can block someone lmfao.

I know that the general (touted) thought process behind blocking lurkers is generally a parroted, ��it’s about supporting writers”. And to be honest, I would respect the push more if people just admitted they wanted more comments LMAO. Because!!! I think that’s perfectly fine!!! It’s okay to be like, “hey I worked hard on this, and I would like to see a big fat number of notes or to have people in my inbox”. We are real people—real people taking the time and effort to create fun things for free, and it can be bitterly disappointing to have that met with silence or entitlement.

The solution to that though isn’t blocking people for being silent readers. Because that’s turning around and doing to them exactly want we don’t want done to us, as writers—it reduces them from being living human beings to numbers who are measured by how they can best serve (or “support”) you.

I can hear the “Merms this isn’t this serious, we just want more people to reblog fics” already but tbh… it is. I think it is because it lets the worst of us get away with treating each other really, really appallingly. You are absolutely allowed to deny someone access to your online space. But if you’re denying them that access and also making them feel bad (“you haven’t reblogged enough fics/you haven’t liked enough of my posts to fill the weekly quota/you’re not doing enough for me to be allowed to see this content I provide online publicly and for free”) then idk… sounds like ur the problem to me.

And look, I don’t say that easily. Tumblr has always been a site where mass hysteria breeds like mould; it tends to happen when online spaces become our Third Place for socialising. We don’t have the normal, social safety-rails that like, actual real-world Places like work or school have for us—we’re unleashed here in our downtime and feel protected by the anonymity of a screen. By the fact that we can’t see each other’s faces when we say things like, “you don’t do enough for me” to random strangers. I don’t like that! So I don’t police it on my own blog. 🫡

Fandom is one of the precious few spaces we have where anything goes. You can create whatever you want, however you want, and it’s all done purely for the love of it. It’s indulgent and silly and fun. So to come into this space and then directly make demands of the other people in it (“reblog x number of fics or else you’re not a real member of the community”) goes against the spirit of why we’re all in this shared space in the first place.

We can absolutely have a conversation about how to support each other—writers and readers—without fear mongering about lurkers being why “omg the community is dying”. I think the community is falling into a lull because people get obsessed with new things; a new show or game. New technology, like ChatGPT for instance, which gives maybe otherwise passive readers a chance to create their own fiction or pocket boyfriend, instantly. Maybe it’s even a generational thing—a change in how people socialise. We are in constant contact with each other, with constant availability—controlling what little we can, what we spend our energy on or how we engage with things in our third space is sometimes only control we have. I’m sure we could even dig digger about like, the consumerist behaviour and entitlements so many of us subconciously take on now—wanting instant updates or reading completed fics only or taking it for granted that we’ll be given an entire season to binge in one go.

I appreciate that writers want to push back against the audience entitlement that can come with creating readily available smut about popular characters. And yeah, reblogging does help showcase art and writing! But it can’t be demanded. It just can’t. Just how no-one has the right to demand you write how they want you to, or upload when they want you to, you don’t have a right to dictate how engage with your work (beyond not being dicks to it!!!!!! underscore!!!!!!).

Should we try and support each other, even through a small act like a reblog? Yes!!! It’s so so so good!!! Despite the essay I’ve just written, I am all for support being shown in whatever small way it can be!!!! But—there’s no entry fee, to being in a fandom. Not for lurkers, not for active readers, not for writers and not for artists. Demanding a fee like that just pushes people away and feeds them into traps like ChatGPT, which, while I understand and emphasise with it’s popularity (especially for younger readers), I will never support it. It’s using it’s current popularity as free training and when it’s learnt enough it will be monetised, but only after it’s stolen so much from all of us. And this is why we should protect the freedom of things like fanfic, and why we should say no to trying to turn each other into numbers or updates—we’re already products that are being sold, in so many other aspects of our lives. We desperately need spaces where we are free to be unhinged about little kissy stories and the characters they’re attached to.

I’m sorry Anon, I know you were just offering a counterpoint to blocked anon lmao, and I didn’t mean to unleash—but I am actually incredibly passionate about this topic, and the broader implications for the community a debate like this brings.

[so-litudinal]

about to rewatch orphan (esther) aka one of the classics of my adolescence, bc nostalgia but also bc somehow my tolerance for horror has lowered so much over the years that I don't trust myself to handle anything more intense esp before bed. gotta hate what the years have done to me :(

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6 mn in and my tokophobia AND fear of cars already triggered like crazy like what, your girl has no more tolerance whatsoever lol (side note: forgot how cute max was)

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man forgot how annoying vera farmiga's character was like not even my wlw eyes can let me pretend otherwise..... huh, I've really changed haven't I (for the worse) + they have a steinway in their house so yeah they deserve all the bad that's about to hit them in the face (except for max)

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vera farmiga's character be like: has trouble tolerating kids being kids behaviours, struggles to connect with her son, easily loses her calm around her kids, still obviously very affected from the trauma of a miscarriage, still struggling with subsequently developed addiction

also vera farmiga's character: hey, maybe we should adopt a third kid after all :)

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oh... oh man, this movie's making me uncomfy, maybe I should've watched barbarian or something after all (that sister at the orphanage looking at those buffoons like 'besties, you do not want to meddle with crazy esther over there' is killing me lol)

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NOT THE PIGEON!!! I'M SO CLOSE TO DROPPING IT RN!!!!

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jfc straight rich white people :/ yikes

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hmm turns out I'd blocked out parts of the movie and that's why I've been thinking I liked it back then... but hm yeah

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that's a wild fucking role for a child to play like, yeah I knew that, but sweet mary mother of god, maybe it's bc I was so young myself when I first saw it that it didn't make me feel so icky cuz rn it's the insects crawling all over skin level of icky that I'm feeling

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imagine making a big deal out of a kid saying the word fuck (ik esther's not a kid, not the point) instead of addressing the real issue and taking a good look at yourself in the mirror after you subjected said kid to the sight of you and your dear husband going at it in the fucking kitchen?? I know it's a movie but it's digging up some real uncomfy feelings lol

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correction: "I'm not your fucking mommy" will never not be hilarious to me (tho I'd shatter if vera farmiga ever said that to me ):)

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next day—overall not so good experience, not so much bc of the movie (well...) but bc I downed an entire pint of cookie dough ice cream and went to sleep at like 3:30 am so yeah feeling like crap now hihi

[withlovefromsimtown]

Okay I don't know if I'm an expert BUT! BIG RESPONSE TIME.

In the context of Sims, a lot of it is about plant choice & plant placement. The main reason why sometimes Sim gardens look "hmm idk this feels weird" is that your brain knows That's Not How Plants Do even if you can't fully articulate what the problem is. So let's turn on both quartertile & moveobjects & plant us a virtual garden.

(& then I put this behind a read more because I could go on for hours about plants lol.)

So we're going to need to categorize your plants by how they got into the ground. I mean, they got there because you clicked them there, but let's treat them like they're real actual plants. Figure out if these are plants that a Sim specifically planted there, or if they're plants that grew outta the ground on their own. It's okay to have a mix of both on the same lot. It's also okay to have plants that started off as something someone put there on purpose that have gone feral.

For plants that are planted by someone that are there to Provide Food, really all you need to do is rotate them & maybe plop some shrubs/grass around the edges of the garden plot, if your Sim is too lazy or busy to weed anything outside of the Food Plants.

For plants that are planted by someone that are there to Look Pretty, they should be at semi-regular intervals, maybe off by a quarter-tile or so from "perfect" placement. Make sure you rotate them in different directions for variation if you have more than one of the same plant on the lot. Think of a row of flowering bushes where one bush is just sliiightly too far forward or planted just half an inch too close to the next one. It's okay to make plant choices that make sense for the home's occupants rather than the area; while it's probably unusual to have a row of alternating cacti & rosebushes surrounding your patio I'm sure there's at least one Sim out there who'd do exactly that.

For plants that maybe were planted by someone but No Maintenance Has Been Done, plop the regular plants in semi-regular intervals as before, then add MORE PLANT in between randomly, making sure you rotate & use different types of plant. They can clip a bit, it's fine. This would also be a good place to use that wall ivy that everyone likes if those plants are near a wall or fence. When you're done with all the plant-spam, you can delete one of the "someone planted this" bushes/trees from somewhere in the middle of the row to make it look just a bit more uneven/unkempt.

For plants that grew outta the ground on their own, you have to consider several things: First, use a plant type that would either be found in this area naturally or could be an invasive plant species in the area. You're probably not going to have cacti in your North Pole neighborhood & you probably won't want to throw a bunch of lilypads on the ground in your Strangetown. You might have a nice town that's being completely overtaken by vines, though; that's a thing that happens. Second, position the plants in a way that makes sense for the area & also makes sense for plants that need to be maintained by a Sim. Plants in deserts & hot/sunny places will want to be at least in partial shade & in valleys & there might be just a couple of plants together with a lot of space between. Plants in rainy places will grow all clumped up together on top of one another, but make sure that anything that requires watering/trimming has space (or mods) for a Sim to get to it, otherwise your Sims will stomp their feet about the dead flowers & nasty hedges for the rest of time. The natural spread of plants is done in part by wildlife (wildlife pooping out the seeds, specifically), so think of plants that are nontoxic to local birds/bats/squirrels for the area & plop those plants mainly in places where those animals would be - along fence lines & under trees & phone wires. Third, consider the age & maintenance level of your building. Brand-new houses in a brand-new housing development will likely have had most of the wild plants cleared to put down grass & fences. Spaces under phone wires are likely maintained by the local government & might be very overgrown in poor areas of town but not so much in your McMansion neighborhood. For spaces in the backyard, ask yourself how hard it would be to get a lawnmower in there? If you've got a 1-square stripe between the tree & the fence, your Sim might not mow behind that tree, put some plants up in there. & Last, forests are all about the way you stack your plants. When you plop a tree, make sure that the next tree of the same type just barely overlaps the outer leaves of the first one & their trunks are not directly in line with each other. You can put some a little closer & some a little further away. When you have enough forest, add a couple other types of trees between (these can be closer to the original trees) & delete a couple of the original trees. This will give you a pretty thick natural-looking forest without being a treesplosion or an orchard. Then, you can put some bushes & creeping-vine plants near the base of a few of the trees to simulate overgrowth, & some flowers in the spots where the sunlight comes through. If you've got some ground-cover plants like clover, or anything that looks like moss, you can slap some of those down in the shady areas. Also blackberries are sluts (I am slut-shaming plants now lol) & will grow all over everything so if you have some CC of those in your game just go wild because blackberries do that.

I commend people who have any idea of how to fill gardens...

Teach me your ways 😳

[tedturneriscrazy]

Here we have Reaching Out, what I'm gonna call the first of the Rebecca Rose Trilogy (if you know, you know):

Oh, so that's how Luz is charging her phone

That reminder's gonna come up again later, isn't it

I totally believe Luz when she says she feels great. Yup. Absolutely.

Oh, so a light, relaxing day

Ah, Luz basically discovered Featherfall

...How often does that happen, King? (Who am I kidding, this is the Boiling Isles)

Something subversive about a house building a door

Lmao Luz stalking Hunter on Penstagram with Eda's scroll

Wait, "RULERZREACHF4N?!" Does he know who wrote that?

He's sending Willow pics of Flapjack wjtjoeowk

Luz, you've lived in this for too long to get away with that

Wonder what that ritual might be...

And here comes Amity with the convenient plot hook

Bonesborough Brawl? Well consider my inexplicable urge for a pro wrestling AU intrigued...

Didn't see or hear

Emperor's Coven tryouts? I thought we were over that...

Way to blow off an attempted moment of connection there, Alador

Uh, nice disguise

And there, Amity straight up saying she doesn't want to join a coven! Maybe now that one section of the fandom will shut up. (Spoiler: they won't)

I could go on about the details in that photo, but the fandom will have already done that many times over by the time this goes up

"You should know I always go for the chaotic route!"

(Good screenshot #1)

Of course Eda knows all about the Brawl

Hmm, voice imitation. Wonder if she learned that one from the twins?

Ah, Luz calling Amity boo

Oh, speaking of the twins

Oh, so their default appearance has been an illusion this whole time. Interesting...

Well now we know what's up with Emira's gem

Boy, Em and Ed are a lot more distinguishable without those concealment stones. Also, I like they both look without them

Oh Luz loves it!

(Good screenshot #2)

Oh hey, Wrath again

Way to rub it in, Eda

"Imprisioning my student/child" Ah, the Mama Eda fans loved that one

Also, we now know where that one screenshot came from

Figures she would have a backup plan

I hate that I mentally followed "You know the rules" with "And so do I." I've been on the internet for far too long

I'm getting some "Blind Bandit" vibes here. I believe Kevin Michael Richardson did a voice in that, too

"The Mighty Mittens" lol

That surfing in on the abomination goo was really cool, though

Luz being supportive gf in the crowd❤

Uh oh, the thoughts return...

There's obviously more to this "ritual"

*sigh* Luz, you are very clearly not okay

Ah, so she is entering

Avoiding discussing the issue until it comes to a head? Couldn't be

Good to know there continues to be blushing aplenty. Ooh, just thought of a joke! Those two must be a neighborhood in a New York borough, because they're blushing queens!

Anyways...

I think it's too late for that, Amity (Get it? Because of Luz's poorly disguised emotional distress?)

Ooh, Em knows healing magic!

Pfffft Batric

(Yes, I do know that that's the bat from Adventures in the Elements)

(Also, first thing that came to mind: "No, this is Batric!")

Ooh, separate twin development. I know of a certain fic author who would appreciate that

Skin badgers? Sounds gross

Third ooh in a short time frame: Edric knows beast keeping magic!

"Nah, too close to Eda" lmfao

Hooray, he gets to help!

Whoops. Oh well, Ed is from a rich family and he has a thriving black market fireworks business, I'm sure he'll be fine

Dang, Batric is very well trained to just hover there

Luz certainly knows how to make a dramatic entrance

Also, Spellraiser 10/10 name

And another promo shot

And of course Amity is loving the way Luz looks here

(Good screenshot #3)

Yes these Good Screenshots are all Lumity related, what of it?

Putting that new glyph to use, I see

A nice reminder that Luz is good at this

Alternaring montage scenes? Guess we got two sporty episodes in a row

Super Saiyan Goat Granny

King still calling Wrath Eda's boyfriend

I did not have Edric and King bonding moment on the bingo card, and I don't imagine many other people did, either, but it's nice

Oh dear, here we go again

This is starting to look more and more like a trauma response...

Well then, that thing is back

That was probably not the best idea...

Yup. Trauma response. Poor thing

This won't end well

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies...

(Okay, maybe a bit harsh, Luz isn't quite Todd Howard)

Final battle?

Or not

Yikes...

And still with the denial...

Wrath still filling the designated jobber role, I see

"I already have one" Well then

Oh, Mittens is pissed

"Either of you" ooooof

The way that line was delivered hits hard

That serum probably isn't gonna work as intended

So are we finally ready to talk about our feelings, Luz?

Oh, the Grom tree, that seems...purposeful

....oh

This is gonna be heartwrenching, then

(Also we finally find out what happened to Luz's dad)

God, this face. Drives the point home that it is, in fact, a Big Fucking Deal

Jesus Christ the way her legs gave out

I don't think I'll be over that for a good long while

To use an AO3 tag: Amity Is An Awesome Girlfriend

Oh, and just for the sake of evening things out a bit:

(Good screenshot #4)

The smallest change to a formula can have dire consequences. That was a lesson I learned while going to college for my chemistry degree

Hell yeah, Harpy Eda time!

Dick move, Al

Meanwhile Eda eagerly helps Luz. Slick contrast

Ayyy she gave the same look from Grom

"You're welcome" OHHHHHHH CALLBACK ECHO GET REKT

"Were you always able to do that?" I mean, maybe she had the potential?

Boy, Eda let him off easy, all things considered

Oh, Wrath you've fallen far since that first episode

"Not inviting to magickind" In other words, Philip/Belos fully intending to wipe out magic altogether

Niceeeee

(Good screenshot #5)

Hey, nobody said they all had to be Lumity related

Lol Emira

Ah, so Odalia did want Amity to join the EC

Also, Alador is deeply uninformed about the lives of his children

Oh my god he's expressing willingness to do the barest minimum, Dad of the Year! /s

Hug: Denied

Well, now we know how it works when glyphs are a bit off

Wow, Luz looks so exhausted, poor baby

This screenshot says more than I could about this part

And back at the Noceda household to drive the sadness home...

Holy shit, this episode...wow.

I wasn't sure if, when, or how anything was gonna top Knock Knock Knockin' On Hooty's Door, but they went and gone done did it! Just...the cute Lumity moments, the separate development of Edric and Emira, Eda being the schemer and mom she is, the badass action scenes, and the way it shows how someone grapples with grief even years after a loss! Just a few things off the top of my head I could list that made this fantastic! I've seen quite a few people say this was one of the best episodes, if not the best, and I'm inclined to agree.

This show just continues to deliver and amaze.

[imaginexxharry]

"Can you slow down?" For the writing prompts

Um Hi! It’s been awhile lol. I’ve been inspired to write again and loved how this turned out. Let me know what you think and send requests here. 

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You don’t remember how you ended up like this. With Harry kissing you as you sit on top of the check out counter you’ve worked behind for hours on end. One second you were closing the bookstore and putting the new releases out for tomorrow. While Harry was doing his job at the end of the night sweeping the floors and cataloging books that found their way in the wrong section. Everything was normal and routine. You and Harry were just talking and about to lock up when he leaned in and kissed you.

It at first caught you off guard and you were confused, but you didn’t object. But the one thing you did know was that you always thought Harry was sweet and charming. You instantly had a crush on him the first day you started working at the bookstore a couple of months ago. He was always helpful when he trained you on how to operate the computer system and where certain books go. He had patience and never got mad when you would mess up the order logs. 

But he also made you incredibly nervous whenever he was around because he was insanely attractive. You had to remind yourself not to gawk at him during work hours. But you never thought he would ever take any interest in you. For months now you have become close friends but that’s all just friends.  You never thought it was more than that. But here you were kissing Harry. 

Correction- Harry kissed you and you couldn’t help but smile into it making Harry’s heart leap.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this'' You panted trying to catch your breath. It’s not like you didn’t want to kiss him. You really did but you were supposed to be locking up for the night.

Harry pulled back just for a split second “It’s okay I'm pretty much in charge now since Ronnie is out of town for a few weeks.”

He looks down at your swollen lips and back at your eyes and smirks before cupping your chin to connect your lips again. But you stop him.

“I know but I feel guilty not getting the work done” You admitted and Harry laughed. 

He pulled back completely to look at you. His eyes scanned your figure as you sat on top of the counter where you guys have helped customers buy books a million times. And here you were all perched upon it, eyes all doe-eyed and lips red. He thought you looked cute.

“What?” The way he was looking at you made your face heat up but also made you feel self-conscious.

“Nothing” he shakes his head “That’s why I like you Y/N always so hardworking.” 

“You like me?” You say not believing him. It’s not that you don’t think of yourself as someone worth liking. It’s just that Harry was always just your co-worker and friend, nothing else. 

“No, I just full-on kissed you because I hate your guts. And definitely not because I wanted to do that since the first day I started training you.” His eyes never left yours as he revealed this.

The bookstore was empty and all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat. Harry just confessed that he’s liked you since the first day you came here and you were stunned. 

“Oh?” 

“Oh what? Is it really that surprising?” Harry chuckles at how confused you look.

“I just- ummm.... I don’t know I didn’t think you liked me like that. You never showed interest in being anything but my friend ”  You crossed your legs and fiddled with your hands looking down.  

“Hmm” he hums looking around the room in deep thought. You were about to say something else when he decided to speak again.

“So all those times I stayed back to help you organize the bookshelf when it was my time to check out? Or when I would always bring you your favorite latte from the coffee shop across the street? Or all the times I wanted to spend time with you even when I finished training you?”

Harry places his hands on your knees and spreads them apart so he is standing between your legs now.

“Just to be clear you thought I did all that because I just wanted to be your friend?” He was so close you could feel his piercing green eyes bore into your own. His cute dimple was in full view because he was teasing, and he thought you were the most adorable thing he has ever laid his eyes on. You just wanted to lean forward and kiss him again, but you didn’t.

You sigh before saying, “I honestly really did. I just thought that you were being your nice self.” You say truthfully.

“I see..Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove to you that I don’t wanna be just your friend.” He looks down at your lips and lightly brushes your hair from your face before he closes the small space and kisses you again.

But this time it felt different. Harry was trying to show you how much he liked you. How much he wanted you. 

Your head was spinning and your whole body felt like it was on fire. You’ve never done anything like this before. You’ve never had a boyfriend and you’ve only had one other kiss. If you could even call it that from this douchey frat boy in college and it was an awful kiss. 

But you were even more nervous this time because your initial reaction was shock but now his lips felt familiar. But you pushed your nerves aside and brought your hands up to his face and deepened the kiss. Kissing Harry was magical and it felt right. You didn’t care that you were in the middle of a bookstore and someone could see you if they walked past the window. 

Harry’s mouth traced down to your neck and you felt like you were gonna fall off the counter if he kept making these beautiful attacks below your ear. And suddenly your body lifted off the table slightly as you tried to control this urge to move closer to him. Harry’s hands found your waist to keep you in place as his lips found your collar bone at the same time his hand went under your shirt. 

“Har-ry” you tried to say but it came out more like a whisper.

“Hmm?” He asks while still kissing you. You felt the vibration of his response throughout your whole body. Harry's warm hands were tracing your skin making you shudder and your mind started to race.

Suddenly you felt extremely nervous. You’ve never done anything like this before with a boy. You didn’t know what you were doing and everything was happening so fast. Even though everything Harry was doing felt wonderful you were still new with all things intimacy.

“Can you slow down?” You ask softly.

Seconds later Harry’s hands left your waist and he pulled away from you.

“Of course, I’m sorry if I read the situation wrong your lips are just so kissable” He was far away from you now and you suddenly wanted to take it all back because you missed his warm body next to yours.

“No! I mean no... trust me I do like you too and I really liked what we were just doing. I just I've never...done anything like that I just got a bit nervous is all.” 

“I make you nervous?” Harry smirks making you feel embarrassed so you put your hands over your warm face. He laughed at your reaction and pulled your hands away so he could see you.

“Nevermind, It’s stupid. I’m just overthinking it.” You say shrugging your shoulders

“Hey no you're not. I understand what you're saying. Y/N We can go as slow as you want you just have to tell me what you want and I’ll do it for you lovie” 

Your heart swelled from the fact that Harry didn’t make you feel bad for wanting to take things slow. He was so sweet and that nickname almost made your knees weak if you weren’t sitting down.

“I do really like kissing you so can we do more of just that?” You say shyly

“Your wish is my command” 

Kissing Harry the third time was definitely your favorite. He cupped your cheek in his hand and this time he kissed you slowly and passionately it took your breath away. You weren’t shocked or nervous this time all you felt was an overwhelming desire to bring him closer and never let him stop. You forgot you were in the bookstore all you could think about was Harry.

So you grabbed the collar of his shirt  and yanked him closer. He was caught off guard but he smiled into the kiss and laughed making you giggle. Which made it easy for him to slip his tongue into you. At that moment you never felt something so heavenly that you couldn’t control the small moan you let out as a reaction. 

A loud bang caused you both to break apart. And you both looked down at the stapler on the ground that one of you must have accidentally hit in your heat of passion. You both start laughing.

“Maybe it’s time we actually do our jobs and lock up.” Harry said and you frown wanting to keep kissing him, but you nodded your head.

“Yeah..we should probably stop making out and finish up.” You slid your hands down away from his collar and brought your hands to your lap.

“Well, I never said we couldn’t continue this later.” Harry smirks and takes your hand to help you off the counter.

“But we still have so much more to do.” You say looking at the bookstore.

“The night is still young Y/N and you’ll be surprised how fast I can get things done with you as my motivation.”

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[nessinborderland]

Be Mine (03)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader / Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: You were able to stay unbounded throughout your life. You didn't want an Alpha; you didn't need one. You would rather die than to give yourself to some random male. But the man that saved your life thinks differently.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drama, Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Scars

Notes: Would like to thank everyone that has been liking, reblogging and commenting on this fic, I see ya’ll and I love you. It means the world to me <3 I’m so glad people are liking my lil Niragi work. My dm’s and ask box are open if you ever feel like saying hi and/or scream over stuff in general with me lol. Enjoy!

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You had woken up to an empty bed the next morning. You had laid there, staring at the ceiling and rewinding every moment of the last twenty-four hours in your head, over and over. How things had changed so fast. How so much had happened already. You didn't know if you should feel sad or relieved by Niragi's absence; you weren't sure if you wanted to face him after what had happened last night. You still remembered the look in his eyes, his promise, how he made you feel. It was all so...overwhelming.

A week has passed without you speaking with Niragi. You barely caught a glimpse of him beside the occasional moments where you see him from afar with his group of militants, usually coming from or going on raids. You tried to talk to him on several occasions, but he was out of sight before you could get close enough. You also changed rooms after that first night, and part of you was hoping to see him barge in to take you back to his room. But it never happened.

He is avoiding you.

That or maybe he is usually that busy. Either way, you don’t like how this whole situation makes you feel. Yeah sure, maybe you aren’t exactly being the most approachable person either, but you are...scared. This is all so new for you. His scent has practically disappeared from your skin, and you can feel yourself getting restless again. Especially when he is close.

You don’t see him, but you can feel his eyes on you. You can smell the peppermint in the air every time he is close. You usually walk around the hotel alone or just stay in your bedroom. Walking around by yourself is nerve-wracking; the constant whispers, the stares, the way people either avoid you or get way too close to you. But you can feel him always close by, watching you.

Chishiya.

You honestly don’t know if you should feel safe or afraid. Afraid that he will use his influence as an Alpha to take you as Niragi did the first time you met. At least Chishiya hasn’t tried hunting you down yet. Even though stalking you around like a cat chasing a mouse isn’t much different.

You’re now in a car with Ann, exhausted, wet from head to toe, but alive. Another game where your skills were evaluated; another game where you won without particularly impressing her. You always feel like you’re alive out of sheer luck and the help of others. It bothers you more than you dare to say. You have already been evaluated in games of Clubs and Diamonds, and you’re sure you would be dead if it wasn’t for Ann and the other players.

You can’t understand how people can be so smart at these hell games. Yes, you were successful at solving the riddle that allowed you to win the game of Diamonds, but since when was that impressive? You would still have been eaten by that shark in the game of Clubs without everyone else’s help.

“How are you holding up, Kenji?” you ask the young man sitting beside you. His arm is bandaged with a t-shirt already drenched in blood and his face is pale. He turns to you with a half-smile.

“Alive, thanks to you,” he says, moaning in pain when the car rides over a bump. “Thank you for that, by the way. For coming back for me.”

“It was the right thing to do.” you shrug with a smile, “Besides, I almost got eaten too.”

You can feel Ann’s eyes on you through the rearview mirror. You wonder what she’s thinking. It’s like you’re back in high school, waiting for an important evaluation. You hate it.

The car finally parks in the Beach’s parking lot and you get out, helping Kenji to his feet before two men come to take him to the infirmary. You’re walking away to get inside when Ann calls your name.

“A lot of people wouldn’t have done what you did,” she says. “That was brave of you. And stupid.”

“Uhh, thanks?” you stand there awkwardly as she seems to assess you through those big sunglasses of hers. “I just-”

“What do you see in him?” she asks after a pause, interrupting you. “You have nothing in common.”

You don’t know what to answer; shared interests and personality traits are not exactly what attracted you to each other. You shrug, “Wolf things I guess.” It’s not exactly something easy to explain. You also would rather not give it too much thought.

Ann hums, shaking her head. “Just be careful,” and walks away before you can even think of an answer.

You’re about to make your way inside when the sound of tires screeching makes you look back. The militants arrived from the games. You instantly see Niragi as he gets out of a vehicle, and you desperately want to approach him. He makes his way to the entrance at a fast pace, rifle on his shoulder as he’s followed by the rest of the militants. His pace falters when his gaze falls on you, but he doesn’t stop as he passes by you without a word.

“Niragi!” you’re calling before you can think twice.

He stops in his tracks, making everyone behind him stop too. More than twenty pairs of eyes lock on you as you stand there, heat growing on your cheeks. Why the hell did I call him, you think to yourself before clearing your throat.

“Hmm, could I speak to you? In private?”

He sighs. “I can’t right now. I’m going back out,” he says in a dismissive tone. You can’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes; you worry if he’s been getting enough sleep lately. “We’ll talk when I get back.” and with that, he turns his back on you and walks away, followed by his group.

He’s definitely avoiding you. You wonder why; was it all the rejecting? Maybe he finally realized you are more trouble than pleasure. Maybe he regrets his promise to you, made in an inebriated state?

It was your disgusting scars, a mean voice in your head whispers.

You flinch. Whatever it is, you hope that he will at least be straightforward and honest with you. Eventually.

You try not to overthink it as you get to your room and go straight to the bathroom, getting rid of your wet clothes before jumping in the warm shower. The thing you probably like the most about the Beach is the showers. That and the good food; there’s always a tray of delicious meals delivered to your room three times a day. You can definitely get used to those small luxuries.

You finish your shower just in time to receive your dinner tray. You eat your meal in bed, a book you found while outside laying open on your knees as you take occasional spoonfuls of your rabbit stew. The sound of laughter and loud talking makes you frown for the third time in half an hour. One of the things you dislike the most about the Beach; the constant partying.

You give up on the book and decide to sleep, hoping that your exhaustiveness will win against the noise of your next-door neighbors.

It does not.

You’re knocking on their door moments later. A man opens the door, clearly beyond drunk, if his breath and slurred speech are anything to go by.

“Could you guys please keep it down?” you ask. "I'm trying to sleep." The man stares you up and down with a smirk, and you give a small step back.

“Yo, guys guess who came to pay us a visit!” he says behind him. You can see three men sitting at a table, playing what you guess is poker, several beer bottles scattered around them. You think you recognize one of them as part of the militants. Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea after all.

“Isn’t that Niragi’s bitch?” “Ask her if she wants to join us!” is what you hear them say above the laughter. Yes, bad idea. You put your arms around you, wishing you were wearing something more besides your cotton shorts and Niragi’s shirt.

“Listen, just keep the noise to a minimum, that’s all I’m asking.” you quickly say before turning around to walk back to your room. A hand grabs your arm before you can take more than a couple of steps.

“Why don’t you join us?” says the man. His friends stand behind him, a look in their eyes that makes you shiver with apprehension. “We could show you a good time.”

“Thanks but no, thanks, I’m just trying to get some sleep.”

“You can sleep here, we don’t mind.” he retorts with a pull to your arm. “C’mon-”

“Haru, this isn’t a good idea,” warns the guy you had recognized. “She’s with Niragi.”

Haru laughs and pulls you closer, ignoring your struggle. He sniffs your hair. “Then he has been doing a shitty job at fucking her.” he pulls at your shirt, “Isn’t this his? She doesn’t smell like an Alpha at all,” he chuckles, “And didn’t you say that he ignored her today? I don’t think he’ll care if we get his sloppy seconds.”

“Let me go!” you pull your arm from his grip and face the taller man. “Niragi is not here to kick your asses, but I am.”

“Oh look at this, the little Omega has claws!”

“So do I.”

You freeze. So do Haru and his friends.

You smell him before you see him. Peppermint and rain.

You turn around to see him a few meters behind you, standing casually with his hands in his pockets. He looks bored; like he’s just passing by and there’s an inconvenience on his path. But his eyes…

“Chishiya-”

“You aren’t very smart, are you?” he interrupts, walking slowly towards you. “Harassing an Omega when there’s an Alpha around. It’s not acceptable back in the real world, what makes you think it’s acceptable here?” his eyes flash with something you recognize. You also notice the golden ring on them, giving them a more animal look. “Now you can either let her go or-.”

Haru releases his grip on your arm and takes a step back before Chishiya can finish his sentence.  

“We didn’t do anything to her, man,” he says, hands raised. The man trembles slightly, eyes cast on the ground. “We were just messing around, that’s all.”

Chishiya chuckles and nods, “Of course, of course. Just remember what can happen if you mess with her again.” one of his hands leaves his pocket to scratch his neck, almost mindlessly. You gasp when you see the claws, the changed hand. “I would hate to get blood on my white hoodie.”

The men scatter back into their room without another word, tails between their legs. You stand there looking at him, involved in his scent. After more than a week without an Alpha, having him so close is not doing you any favors. His presence is unmistakably wolf, his scent stronger by his show of dominance. He barely had to try; Betas just instinctively know not to mess with Alphas. You start feeling hot, and you curse yourself; please not now.

“Are you okay?” his voice gets your attention.

“Uh-hm, yeah I am,” you stutter a little, “Th-thanks for the help.”

He takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel hypnotized; like you’re under a spell. He smells so good, and you’re so horny, and he’s the only thing making you feel safe now. You think of Niragi for a moment, until your wolf pushes the memory aside with a huff; Niragi is not there, you’re still unclaimed, and there’s an Alpha right in front of you.

You jump into his arms before you’re able to overthink things even more. His arms envelop you as your lips touch, and you feel that amazing electrifying sensation every time you touch an Alpha. His lips are soft on yours as he kisses you. His hands are surprisingly warm against your skin.

“Alpha- ” you moan into the kiss.

“Bedroom,” is all he says as he pulls you with him to your room. His lips are still on yours as he closes the door with a kick before making you lay down on the bed. His body covers yours in an instant, his hands roaming your body while his lips suck the skin of your neck. Even his kisses make you feel pleasure, and you whine as his hands go under your shirt to fondle your breasts. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispers with a pinch to your nipple. “I have been wanting to touch you since I first laid my eyes on you.”

“I- I want more,” your pussy clenches around nothing as you feel him hard against your stomach, “Please, Alpha...more,” you don’t care about how you sound. You just want that sweet release only an Alpha can provide. Niragi’s face shows up in your mind’s eye, but you ignore it; he wasn’t there for you when you needed it. Chishiya was.

His hands move to untie your shorts, sliding them down your legs to uncover your wet cunt. He sits back on his heels, hand on your thigh as he stares right at your naked core. He’s more expressive now than you’ve ever seen him before; his eyes burn with lust, his bottom lip between his teeth. You whine as he stays still, pushing your hips up; you want him to fuck you, not to stare at you.

He chuckles and licks his lips. “Open your legs wider for me,” you immediately do as he says, craving his touch. His hand slides lower until his fingers are tracing your slit in up and down movements, making you moan and instinctively close your legs. “Open,” he says with a glance at your face before leaning over your center. His breath is warm against your swollen clit.

You shiver as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud; it feels so good, and you want more. Your hands grip your pillow as you moan in time with his licks, almost letting out a scream when he sucks on your clit. No man had ever touched you like that; they were all inside you and over after a few minutes of thrusting. Even Niragi had gone straight to business. But fuck, does it feel good.

“Chi- Chishiya, oh my god- “ you manage to say before you’re interrupted by two of his fingers entering you. They curl inside you as his tongue keeps working wonders on your clit. You can feel an orgasm growing, toes curling at the pulling sensation in your core. You’re so close. “Please keep going, don’t stop.” you practically beg as he finger fucks you.

He stops.

You open your eyes with a displeased grunt to catch him looking at you, lips glistening with your juices. He smirks, “We’re just getting started,” he says, pulling you by the legs so your center is pressing against his crotch. You moan again at feeling him hard against you with only his swim shorts in the way.

You sit up to undress him off his hoodie, something he lets you do as he devours your lips. He suddenly pulls you up against him until you’re practically sitting on his lap. You grind against him, trying to put out the fire inside you. His mouth kisses down your neck to your breasts, without fully undressing you. You try to take off the shirt, but he makes you pause.

“That’s his shirt, isn’t it?” you nod and he huffs out a laugh, unbuttoning the first buttons only, “Keep it on,” he says before closing his lips around a nipple. You close your eyes and just enjoy the sensations he provides you. Your mind goes back to Niragi; how his tongue piercing felt against you as he sucked on you too, or how his hands never stopped pleasuring you. You almost grunt in frustration at the memories; he doesn’t matter now.

“Alpha, I want you inside me,” you beg as you keep grinding on him. It’s starting to feel like torture. Your hands slide down to work on his shorts, “Please...please.”

“Easy there,” he chuckles, pushing you back down on the bed. “We have time. Be a good girl and stay still,” he says as he gets rid of his shorts in a swift movement, now completely naked in front of you. You glance at his cock, hard as wood in between his pale thighs, a bead of precum sliding from the tip. Your mouth waters; you desperately want him to fuck you, you think as your pussy clenches around nothing.

You open your mouth to say something but hesitate, trying to follow his command. You wonder how can an Alpha have so much self-control; he should be deep inside you by now. It’s beyond frustrating. He finally covers your body with his, and you smile at the sensation of his skin on yours; it feels so good. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you kiss him with ferocity. It hurts how much you need him.

You finally feel his tip at your entrance, and then he’s inside you with a sharp thrust of his hips against yours. You scream at the sensation; so warm, so full, so unbelievably pleasurable. His thrusts are slow but firm, each hit of his pelvis against your clit making you see stars. His face goes to the side of your neck, and you feel as his teeth graze the skin, sucking and biting; right over the fading marks Niragi left on you a week ago.

“Go faster,” you whine as you push your hips up against his. You want him to fill you up to the brim; like Niragi had done. “Please Alpha, fill me up. Make me yours.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his pace gets faster, and you finally hear him make a sound since he started fucking you. His face is still hidden in the curve of your neck, but his hands clasp around your thighs, pulling them up until you’re practically folded in half. You finally feel him deeper, hitting your g-spot as his shoves get gradually harder.

“Tell me how much you want me to knot in you,” he grunts against your ear. “Tell me you want me.”

“I- I want you,” you whine. “I want you to knot in me, and fill me up with your cum. I want you.”

He kisses your jaw, thrusts getting even faster. You can barely think; all you want is to come and for Chishiya to do the same inside you. You want to feel him as he shudders, hear him as he moans and you milk him dry. His hand goes to cradle your cheek, and you finally see his face as he locks eyes with you; his white hair sticks to his neck and forehead due to sweat, and his eyes are more gold than the usual dark brown. However, an uncomfortable realization sparks in you; there’s only lust in his eyes. No care, no adoration, no imitation of something resembling love. Nothing like Niragi’s eyes had looked at you. Your wolf pushes those thoughts aside once again, and you close your eyes as you focus on the man currently thrusting in and out of you. He’s what matters now.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, toes curling behind his back as you clench around him in pleasure. You feel him as he comes too, hands squeezing your thighs with enough force to leave a bruise. However, you gasp when you feel him pull out with a hiss, and he finishes spilling on your belly and breasts.

You lay there as he finishes with a grunt before laying down beside you, both of you panting furiously. The fog in your brain soon evaporates, and you have to control the impulse to run out of your own bedroom. Why do you keep doing this to yourself? First Niragi, now Chishiya. All those years of self-control wasted. They meant nothing. You were just pushing back the inevitable; the day you would be claimed with no real ability to even choose by who. Your wolf doesn’t care, but you do. The last thing you want is a relationship like the one your parents had.

But you still ended up fucking two different Alphas in a week; it’s not like you have a choice.

Chishiya moving beside you pulls you out of your thoughts. He’s looking at you with his usual expression; cold and with a pull at his lips that gives the impression there’s something that only he’s smart enough to understand. It annoys you just a little. You guess it shows on your face because he’s full-on smirking as he sits up.

“Feeling regretful, are we?” he says as he retrieves his shorts, putting them on, “I figured you would.”

“Then why didn’t you stop me?” you say in a low tone, sitting up with a moan. His come sticks to your thighs and runs down the skin of your breasts and belly. You sigh when you notice it stained Niragi’s shirt too.

“Why would I?” he shrugs, putting his hoodie on, “I can’t control this thing much more than you do. Besides- ” he says, shooting a glance at your torso, “Thought it might be fun.”

You furrow your brows at him. “This isn’t about me, is it?” you ask. Things kind of start to make sense now; his constant presence near you, the shirt he wanted you to keep, “This is about Niragi.”

His eyes lit up with something like amusement. “If I get to claim an Omega while pissing off Niragi then I’m doing something right.” he starts walking towards the door, “Don’t misunderstand though; I will fight to claim you when the time comes.” He closes the door behind him.

What have you done? You feel a sudden urge to cry, but push it back; you are done crying about this. So you just let a few tears fall before standing up and heading to the bathroom, wanting to get cleaned up as soon as you possibly can. You groan when you see yourself in the mirror, covered in love bites and cum.

You wonder how Niragi will react when he finds out; because he inevitably will. It wasn’t unheard of Alphas to fight to the death over an Omega; you just wish that isn’t what is about to happen. You don’t think you can live with that.

You step in the shower for the second time that night and vigorously rub your skin, trying to erase any and every sign of Chishiya off your body. Mission impossible, of course; his scent is still all over you as you get out of the shower. Next, you try to clean Niragi’s shirt. At least that one still smells faintly of cinnamon and wood.

As you should too, remarks the voice in your head.

You barely sleep that night.

You feel like a zombie the next morning and, as per usual, you stick to your room. You’re particularly into avoiding people today. Well, two people. So you keep to your room and jump between reading, to napping, to overthinking until you get a headache and then fall asleep.

A sudden knock on your door wakes you up, and you notice it’s almost night outside. You trip on your way to the door, opening it to reveal Chishiya on the other side. You scowl and move to close the door in his face, but his foot stops you.

“What?” you ask.

“We’re in the same group tonight,” he says, raising a piece of paper. “And before you say no, remember that you’re still under evaluation.”

“I have enough visa days,” you say, forcing the door on his foot. He doesn’t budge. You sigh and count to ten. You can do this; just another game. “Fine. But tell Ann that after this I’m only going out when I need to.”

You grab your jacket and get out, following Chishiya. You don’t say a word and neither does he. Your body feels his presence though, and you’re sure he can smell it in you. Smell himself in you.

You get in a van with your group, a bunch of people you faintly recognize but know no names. Chishiya seats right at the front, and you cringe as everyone else in the vehicle clearly knows everything that happened between you two. You hear Niragi’s name being whispered around, but try to ignore it, focusing on the road outside as you drive around looking for a game.

“Look there!” someone exclaims.

Koishikawa Botanical Garden.

The whole place is completely dark as you walk through the main gate, the familiar sound of the barrier closing behind you making you tremble with apprehension. A sign at the front says no weapons allowed, and you watch as two of the people in your group leave their weapons behind. Not really a good sign.

A single street lamp casts light on a table right next to the reception. You follow your group as they approach the table, but your attention is focused on your surroundings. You remember being there as a kid; hard to imagine that the beautiful open space full of trees and flowers of every species is now a game arena; a place of death. You wonder what exactly is the game that awaits you.

You focus your attention on the table, retrieving a phone and staring as it does the facial recognition thing it always does. It’s apparently a big game; there are already more than ten people waiting to play, and at least fifteen phones are still on the table.

You sit on a park bench while you wait, bracing yourself against the chilly night air. Chishiya is leaning against a street lamp right in front of you, and you know he’s staring, even though it’s dark and he has his hoodie up and covering his eyes. Your mind keeps rewinding the last twenty-four hours and you try to focus on something else with no success. If you’re not thinking about that, you’re thinking about the imminent game; both make you want to cry and run.

People slowly keep coming in, and you notice as the phones vanish one by one that the game is almost at its full capacity.

A sudden ruckus at the gates snaps everyone’s attention to the entrance, and you swear your heart stops as you see Niragi running in your direction with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him. He looks furious. Absolutely terrifying.

“I’m gonna rip your fucking heart out!” he screams as he gets closer. You notice his eyes are locked on Chishiya. His eyes; they aren’t human. Neither are his hands, now curved into claws. The other man doesn’t seem scared in the slightest; on the contrary, he looks like he’s having fun.

“Niragi, don’t- “ you scream as he lunges himself at the shorter man. Chishiya is fast though, swiftly dodging the punch before kicking Niragi in the stomach and stepping away.

Niragi huffs and doubles over before standing straight with a growl and trying another swing at the other man. Two men that got in with him try to corner Chishiya, but he just dodges them like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Not so bad without your gun, are you?” asks Chishiya in a mocking tone.

“With or without a gun, I’m still going to fucking kill you.” Niragi growls, “You fucked with the wrong wolf.”

Chishiya huffs a laugh, “Actually,” he says with a smirk, nodding in your direction, “I fucked the right wolf.”

Niragi’s eyes finally lock on you, and it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. Only now his eyes are filled with something that resembles betrayal and pain. You hate it. You look down, trying to make yourself small; you don’t want him to look at you like that. Never.

“I’ll deal with her later,” he says in a cold tone, and you can’t help but flinch. He approaches the table and retrieves the last phone, eyes still on you. “Now I- “

You’re startled when cheery music starts playing all around you and the big screen you hadn’t noticed at the roof of the reception lits up.

“Registration has closed,” says a feminine robot voice, “The game will now commence.”

You look at your phone as it lits up.

Difficulty, Ten of Spades.

Game, “Akazukin: Red Riding Hood.”

Next Chapter

[compoundhero]

A couple of haru-related doodles done over the past day or two! Two AUs and some parents :D

Details and image description under the cut!

First of all thanks to @jetsam-kisa for the idea to do pokemon au stuff!! I LOVE pokemon and seeing jetsam's adorable starting team made me want to do one too so here he is :D haru's two first pokemon both have meanings in that growlithe (and subsequently arcanine) are known for their loyalty and bravery in the pokemon universe, so haru's pubby symbolizes his dedication to rules! his magneton on the other hand is just hanging around because it's a fusion too (just of magnemites instead of people) and it likes him for it

second of all: don't worry the villain drawing will never be canon! I know the phrasing in the image is Vague about that but our canon haru is too ingrained in his morals to ever go evil 😅 he's just fun to draw that way (and it's fun to consider what would make him snap and what he would do as a villain.... hmm maybe I should make another post on this one)

Finally, we have designs for haru's parents!! looking at their quirks it's pretty obvious where haru's comes from lol (they're also very good parents and haru loves them both a lot and if you give either of them the chance they Will adopt you)

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[Image description: three separated sections of a page, each with a different set of drawings.

The first one is labelled "Pokemon AU", and has a drawing of Hiroharu in a chibi-like art style similar to the one used in Pokemon. It is captioned: "Haru originally planned to have a full team of powerful Pokemon perfectly combined for maximum type coverage and offensive capability, but he took one look at a bunch of lonely delinquent Pokemon and couldn't help adding them to his team instead."

The comic strip next to it is three panels long. In the first panel, Haru is in the middle, and two Pokemon labelled "Childhood Growlithe" and "Magneton who didn't sign up for this" are on either side. In the second, four menacing Pokemon are labelled "Pangoro", "Krookodile", "Weavile" and "Golisopod". The last panel features an enthralled Haru saying "I can fix them", while an unattributed speech bubble pointing off the page says "Haru no".

The second section is labelled "Villain AU", with a head shot of an older Haru in his mid- to late-twenties. He is gaunter than his canonical Pro Hero self, with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. His hair is cut short, and the jaw scar he grows up to bear in canon is doubled, both of which now extend all the way across his face. He is labelled "Villain name: Assimilate", and the caption reads: "Haru's Quirk often puts him in the (literal) shoes of a variety of villains, where the only thing keeping him on-track is his training. However, if he ever slipped up and saw the villain's point of view too well..."

The third features two head shots of Haru's parents.

The leftmost is an Indian woman with a square face, long hair in a bun, and earrings. She has Haru's nose, and is labelled "Garima Malik: Haru's Mom. Quirk: Bodyswap. By pressing her fingers to another person's temples, Garima is able to temporarily switch bodies with her target!".

The rightmost is a taller man with buzz-cut hair, a beard, and glasses. He has Haru's eyebrows and longer face shape. He is labelled "Jin Aki: Haru's Dad. Quirk: Empathy. Jin isn't the wealthiest businessman in Japan, but he's definitely one of the best liked; by making eye contact, he can feel exactly what his target is feeling and act accordingly!". End image description]

[mandilflorian]

Laws of Motion

Marcus Moreno x Reader (fem)

Rating: +18 (minors do NOT interact)

warnings: light smut, dry humping/making out, egregious physics jokes, if i’m missing anything i’m sorry!

word count: 1.8k

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! My resolution is to write more and I’m happy to kick off the new year with a smutty little marcus one shot! I haven’t posted fic in a long time and I apologize if my grammar is off. I have a basic understanding of physics lol so if it’s not accurate then I also apologize for that. I hope you all had a happy holidays. Enjoy!

• • •

Marcus Moreno had been on you all day. A lingering touch as you exchange files and cups of coffee to each other at the office. A hand on the small of your back as he passes you by in a hallway with more than enough space for two people to walk. It’s deliberate. You’ve been craving his touch for a few weeks now. Both too busy with work to truly feel each other. The want has been building and you might just combust if you wait another moment to have him.

He stops by your office during your lunch break, sitting on the edge and playing with the Newton’s Cradle on your desk. Stopping the motion of the cradle in it tracks before gently lifting a finger of one side and allowing it to fall, continuing its demonstration. You watch his ministration while sipping on your coffee, lost in the thought of his hands working you in similar ways. He can read you very well, and he takes note of your distracted state.

“Did you know,” he interrupts your thought and you look to find him staring into your eyes with a glare you can’t quite read. “By lifting one side, you are creating potential energy. And when you release it-“ He releases the ball and the cradle begins its demonstration again, all while keeping his eyes locked on you. “It converts to kinetic energy and transfers that energy to each ball until it gains the momentum to propel the last one forward. And the cycle repeats. Creating a seemingly infinite motion.”

You hide your smile behind your hand, trying to hold your giggling from him. He is prone to scientific tangents and you are in constant fascination with the Heroic, but the simplicity of this is just too cute. “Marcus, I am well aware of the mechanisms of a Newton’s Cradle.”

He drops his hand into his lap and fiddles with a loose thread from his jeans as you set your coffee mug down next to him. Before you’re able to move your hand away he quickly takes it into his and intertwines them.

You look back into his eyes to find them dark and serious. What you couldn’t read before, becomes abundantly clear. He wants you. While the direction of the conversation only serves to confuse you, Marcus continues.

“Maybe we should turn our potential energy,” he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “into something kinetic.”

The contact sends a jolt to your hand and up your arm. Your chest tightens until you realize what he just said. It’s a moment of silence before it’s filled with your laughter. Loud and booming through your office as you try and fail to contain yourself. Marcus drops your hand and stands next to you. “Alright, Geez. It was corny, I get it.” He pats your back as you wipe the tears pricking your sight.

“I’m- I- Oh my god, Marcus, I’m so sorry- I can’t- I- Did you just u-use a physics pick-up line on me?” You hold your palm to your chest, taking a deep breath and letting a few giggles escape.

“Yeah, Yeah I get it. I was trying to be romantic.” He shakes his head and adjusts his glasses. You stand and wrap your arms around his waist. “Baby, I love you, but that was a little too cheesy to be sexy.” You tell him as you rub between the planes of his shoulders.

“Hmm.” He grunts and pushes his tongue against his cheek. “Guess it just needs a little momentum.” He smiles down at you and you raise your brow.

“Was that another pick-up line?” You grin up at him and he meets you with a kiss, pulling away reluctantly and walking toward your office door.

“I’ll see you after work, baby.”

• • •

Finally, you’ve found yourselves back at Marcus’s house. Your relationship wasn’t new by any means. It wasn’t a secret, but you were still being slowly introduced to The Moreno’s family dynamic. You didn’t want to freak Missy out, so you both kept any and all public displays of affection to a minimum. This, mixed with your busy schedules, has left you both high and dry. Tonight, however, Missy was attending a sleepover with her new friends, which gave you the perfect opportunity to be intimate.

You’re barely through the door before Marcus has you pressed against it, pulling you against his chest and pushing against your hips with his own. You wrap your arms around his neck and card your hands through his hair as his tongue glides along your lower lip. He sucks on it and releases it with a graze of his teeth, drawing a moan from you. He grins, knowing he has you in the palm of his hands. Growing impatient with his teasing, you grip the curls by the nape of his neck, dragging him back to your lips. Your faces meeting in a clash of lips and teeth, and your noses pressed to the other’s cheek. His glasses push at an odd angle against his forehead and you take a moment to lift them and set them aside, safely.

“Couch?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

He turns you around and guides you backwards, his lips attached to your neck as your knees meet the cushions and you fall into a tangle of limbs, only separating long enough for you to kick your heels off, pull your pants down and toss them over the side of the couch while he shucks off his leather jacket.

Marcus grips your thighs and pulls you so you fall, unceremoniously, straddling his lap. The zipper of his jeans rubbing deliciously against your clit through your panties. You move at a steady rhythm against each other for a few minutes and he groans beneath you, feeling his cock harden through his jeans.

One particular thrust catches on your sensitive nub and you throw your head back. Marcus takes you in with lust-blown, nearly black eyes. He clenches his jaw, baring his teeth. He wraps his leg around the back of one of your knees and pulls on your hips, flipping you over and onto your back. He then pins you hands above your head and pauses to study you.

His show of strength has you clenching your thighs to ease the loss of pressure from changing positions. “Baby? Why’d you stop?” You try to grind against him, but he takes one of his hands from above your head to pin your waist to the couch.

“Have you heard of Newton’s Laws of Motion?”

You give him a curious look. What is going on with him today? “Marcus, we are in the middle of something a little more important, so it’s kind of hard to remember-“

Marcus moves a strand of your hair behind your ear and leans in to whisper. “Sweetheart, when i’m done, you’ll be reciting them.” The feel of his lips along your neck is the olive branch he extends from your brief disruption.

He grinds against you with a slow and steady pace. Not quite enough pressure, but at least you’re moving. “The first law states that a body in motion stays in motion, and a body at rest-‘ he stills your hips and you whine at the loss of friction. “will stay at rest unless a force acts upon it.” He releases your hands and you tug on his belt loops in protest as he begins to move again to your relief. He grabs your hips and holds your center against his thigh, applying a little more pressure, but still keeping that slow rhythm.

“This brings us to our second law. The acceleration of an object is dependent on force and mass. Try to move against me.” You rid yourself of your lustful daze long enough to listen. You try to grind up into him. You’re barely able to move him, much less yourself. “Not quite.” He tuts. “I am the mass. You have to generate enough force to move me. Try again.” he says in a raspy voice that drives you to do as he says. This time you grind against his thigh with enough force to move him and pick up the pace. “There it is, baby.” You nearly fall apart at his words. This is so much hotter than you imagined and you are quickly reaching your peak just from rubbing against him.

“Now for the third law.” He grasps your thighs and holds you to him as he starts to move in tandem with you. “Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.” With every push of your hips, he returns in kind. dragging his restrained cock against your clothed center. Your vision is blurring and you’re not sure you’ll last much longer, surprised that Marcus has managed as long as he has.

A husky moan escapes Marcus’s lips as he stills your movements to control his own strokes. “I-I’m close, baby. uuuhhhhh F-fuck.” He pushes your shirt over your chest to reveal your pebbled nipples. He kisses up your sternum and nips under your breast. Your breath hitches as he takes a nipple into his mouth and pulls it taut between his teeth.

“Oh, Fuck! Marcus!” His thrusts, just the right speed and pressure, paired with his mouth on your tits. It has you seeing stars. Your pussy constricts with blinding pleasure as you cum. Marcus is not far behind as his steady stride becomes erratic. He grunts and his hips stutter against yours, gripping your biceps while he rides the high of his orgasm.“Fuck.” he collapses on top of you, knocking the wind out of you.

“Ugh! Marcus, baby…” You push him into a more comfortable position for the both of you, his torso between your legs and head resting on your chest. “Sorry, we didn’t make it past the living room this time, honey…” He huffs, rubbing next to your panty line over the dips of your hips.

“Hey, you won’t see me complaining.” You pull his shirt over his head to get you both more comfortable. “Hey, Marcus?”

“Yeah, baby?” He tilts his head to look up to you with those beautiful brown eyes that you’ve fallen for countless times.

“That…. was sexy as hell.” you bite your lip. His smirk grows to a toothy grin.

“Yeah? You think so?”

You nod your head, mirroring his expression. “Yeah, you were really cute at work with those pick-up lines, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t into any of it. But this was something else entirely.”

He chuckles and starts to stand. You groan at the loss of him, not wanting to part just yet. But he has other ideas. He leans over you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal in protest and he smacks your ass. You realize he’s leading you to the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, baby, we still have plenty of energy to transfer, tonight.”

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FRUITS BASKET S3 EPISODE 8 RECAP AKA THE KYORU CHRONICLES PART 2 (plus a quick recap of eps 3-7)

aaaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! I gotta get it out of me otherwise I won't be able to concentrate on work and I will be scrolling through the tag till the day I die. Everything from episode 3 of Season 3 literally hit me like an avalanche - literally cos I marathoned 3-7 over the weekend which I wouldn't advise unless you want an accelerated heartbeat - and I'm starting to realise... maybe I just wasn't ready for season 3. Despite asking for it, haha. Not gonna put as many screencaps for this one cos tumblr editing bay be trippin and I just don't have time nor emotional energy to be fighting with the picture uploads, sorry lol

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Episodes 3 - 7

I spoke before about how (despite my feelings about the characters) the English dub VAs for Akito and Shigure pair up really well audibly. And I think I feel the same way about both Yuki and Machi's English VAs! They both have the same soft spoken yet scratchy element to their voices almost like they are holding slightly back. Although, I'd argue that Yuki has been losing the element of slightly holding back as the anime has gone on which I wonder if the same would be included for Machi's performance?

I really like the presentation of Machi's trauma through her family's expectations to be perfect and how physical it is? How Yuki kind of encourages her to let it out in a healthy way? (Btw the whole chalk breaking scene in the meeting was SO FUCKING SMOOTH. YUKI IS A NERD BUT HE IS SO EFFORTLESSLY COOL A LOT OF THE TIME)

The age gap between Isuzu and Haru for sure isn't the worst age gap in this anime/manga but it's still a bit... hmm...

Episode 4:

In all seriousness, I know Akito deserves some sympathy but it doesn't change the fact that I still see her as a villain. Hurt people hurt people but it doesn't mean they should get away with it, I was honestly pleased Haru got that big confrontation with Akito to tell her WHAT'S WHAT but it was also somewhat... merciful?

Hiro's growth has been so beautiful to see, him realising there are bigger things than him from the event with Rin to his relationship with Kisa to then the birth of his little sister.

Kureno choosing to get his hands a little dirtier and paying the ultimate price for it (as far as we know so far in the anime lol) was great, he is the moon side of Tohru's sunshine.

Shigure... I still don't really get him and Akito's relationship. It's clear he's waiting for Akito to grow the fuck up but at the same time he's not creating an environment for her to grow and develop. He's decided to go with the 'tough love' route which I'm still deciding whether I like it or not tbh. Sometimes it feels necessary, at other times it feels shitty. I respect that he knows he's a scumbag and I don't deny that there are people out there who take revelry in the fact that they are awful but at the same time, him remaining unchanging despite everything feels... unrealistic. But considering throughout this story he doesn't seem affected by trauma, it's understandable, I guess?

Also... that scene where Shigure ponders about whether he should've been with Tohru is THE creepiest creeper shit he's EVER done in this series. No. 🙅🏾‍♀️

Momiji is best bunny boi regardless of how tall and 'manly' he becomes. 🐰His scene with Akito was so authentically him and he really did that shit. We love him. <3

I love the way that the curse breaking should (on surface) be a happy event considering all the trauma the zodiac went through because of it but it's presented mostly as loss as well as happiness. It's the realness of getting out of a bad relationship

Shigure basically laying it out to Tohru how Kyo means nothing in a very taunting way was an excellently painful scene and I choose violence. It was heartbreaking seeing how worthless they all saw Kyo compared to how Tohru saw him but... by this point I was just living in the pain so 🤷🏾‍♀️

The story visually showing how Isuzu is more willing to be soft after her whole ordeal through her fashion choices (e.g. the pastels, the cardigans) was really nice. And Haru being happy about Isuzu making friends with Tohru was cute!

It was nice we saw that Kazuma was still wary about whether Tohru loved Kyo for the right reasons, you'd assume after everything Kazuma would love Tohru as a match for Kyo but he's so emotionally intelligent and also just a protective Dad! Yay, good parenting!

Tohru's confession to loving Kyo was amazing however I still adore Kyo's confession a little bit more. Just a bit. Lol. However, if you add the moment later in episode 8 it trumps it completely. Ethereal goddess.

Kyo and Tohru's grandfather having a scene together was great and nice

Now that I think about it, I wish there was more a visual link in the story between Tohru adapting her speech to imitate her Dad and Momiji adopting his Mum's German accent. Albeit for slightly different reasons, it just adds to the unique connection Tohru and Momiji have. In short, I'm seeing this ship with my third eye now. I get it lol

I don't wanna screencap the scene where Kyo is haunted by both his deceased mother and deceased Kyoko and potentially deceased Tohru because it's the stuff of nightmares. But, it was a wonderfully done scene. You definitely understand fully and clearly why Kyo buried all of that trauma under his hatred for Yuki (I CAN'T WAIT FOR EPISODE 9, YOU GUISE!)

If Akito is a villain, Ren is the final boss. Although, with her type of villainy... I feel like I can kind of enjoy a bit more. She reminds me of a Greek God in the ways she master manipulates people and her desperation for control and power (I just read 'Mythos' by Stephen Fry, it's a great read lol)

It lowkey feels like every female character who's comfortable in expressing their sexuality in this story is punished in some way for it... this is an incomplete thought

Shigure as a child feeling like they should all be pitied is so... mature... I feel like I need more of an explanation for why Shigure is the way he is

Akito's ego death with Kureno? Amazing. I loved that she was at least aware enough to realise how Kureno had been coddling her all this time but again... doesn't excuse her crimes

But anyways...

EPISODE 8

Honestly? I really don't have much to say about this episode besides 3-5 points I wanna get out of my head. It's not a bad thing at all, it's just that there's still a lot left to play out from this 'arc' and this season in general that I wanna complete my thoughts on.

But I'll start with this:

Lol, isn't it funny?! Isn't it heart-wrenchingly funny how the relationship between Kyo and Tohru has kinda reverted back to how they were at the start of the series? The coldness of Kyo at the beginning of this episode (and throughout) was a bit of a gut punch considering all the light and fluffy moments that we've gotten between the two since the True Form arc.

Talking about the True Form arc, I feel like this episode is somewhat a repeat of the same emotions, same trials of the True Form arc. Kyo still 'runs away like he always has' but this time we get him being the most honest and confrontational with his own emotions and trauma than he ever has been during the course of this whole story. While trusting someone (Tohru specifically) for the first time with the whole truth of his story! He always seems to move one step forward and then three steps backwards and while it's a tad bit frustrating, it feels very... real. I'll probably complete my feelings how this arc reflects the True Form arc when we finish this section of the story in future episode(s).

Considering the fact that 80% of this episode is Jerry Jewell monologuing as Kyo and I never got bored really just sells his performance. Kyo was being incredibly cold this episode and yet the range of emotions through his performance made it feel understandable enough for you to empathise with it.

BrattyKid!Kyo to lighten the mood 😹I still wish he and Hiro had more of a relationship, I feel like they could have taught each other a lot. Well... mostly Kyo teaching Hiro tbh

Kyo rejecting Kyoka for her honesty and kindness and then later rejecting Tohru? Oh... kid...

Wow, I felt so good about that whole episode of Kid!Yuki helping Kid!Tohru get home and then it's slightly soured knowing KID!KYO was running about the streets alllll night into the morning?!?! I really did feel Kyo's frustration at not getting that win to actually do something right. And the irony of that being linked to him being unable to save Kyoka from the oncoming car?

Honestly, I don't know what my feelings are on Kyo being unable to save Kyoka. I don't even know what my feelings are on Tohru pretty much pushing that aside in favour of her feelings for Kyo. It's... complicated and I've been mulling it over in my head for the last 10+ years hahah However, if I was in Tohru's position I think I'd eventually come to a point where it feels like it's too late to really do anything about how bad I'd feel about it. Kyo's intentions weren't horrid, if anything he was just being a scared kid and he's allowed to be that. I just wish Tohru had a bit more time to evaluate it but considering she knew her mother well and assumes that wouldn't have been the full scope of what she had said, I don't have much of a problem with it in general

Lol, I love when Tohru gets a 'FUCK YOU, I LOVE YOU' moment with Kyo. 😂Another reflected scene from the True Form arc... only thing is that this time... it doesn't quite work. 😕

(Again, I love how all of these reflections are resolved in later occurences in response to the duality but I'll get to it next week when it shows hopefully)

Laura Bailey only had a few sentences in this episode but she killed it as always. Comparing her performance in 2001 to now is just... growth!

Ok, so Yuki automatically gets Best Boi in this episode for meddling and chasing after KYO of all people. Showing how he's personally done with hating Kyo. Realising Kyo is pretty much the only person who'll make his mother happy. I think he also lowkey wants to understand Kyo? But, we'll get to that next week.

....Oh yeah, Akito is there.

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In total, I liked this episode even though it has me anxious for the next one. We finally get the full picture of why Kyo is the way he is! Ahhhh - a weight off all our chests, I'm sure. I kinda don't like that they put the ending theme at the end of these episodes - the joyfulness doesn't really match up with the intense theme? But, that's just a minor gripe. And hey, maybe they just want the audience to know... it's all gonna be okay :)

See you next week!!!

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AO3 Ask Game

I was tagged by @themarshalstale which, thank you so much! I feel like I always get missed on these (I know why, it’s been 84 years since I published anything but still). 1. How many works do you have on ao3?

46 it seems. Which...look I’m slow man so that’s not surprising. lol Also crippling depression does not make for much production, at least for me.

2. What’s your current AO3 wordcount?

309662 according to the stats.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

So do I could only AO3 or in like life? lol I suppose it should only be on AO3 since this is an AO3 ask game. Hrm. Basically AO3 can be summed up as: Marvel (in several iterations - all Avengers related) Torchwood Highlander But isn’t it more fun to consider my entire fandom life, which, I’m sorry, I’m old so...yeah. Not all of this is was published and beyond that a lot is not available anymore...which is likely for the best. Highlander Star Wars Babylon 5 Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers Marvel (again, several iterations also of note Avengers and X-Men both count) Torchwood Star Trek LOTR Stargate (SG-1, SGA) Mortal Kombat I dabbled with the idea of Potter fic but never got past the ideas stage.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1: You rearrange me till I’m sane Clint finds himself spiraling into a deep depression after the Battle of New York...until the Winter Soldier ends up saving him and inadvertently giving him a new purpose – to save the man that the Soldier had once been – Bucky Barnes. Not one to be outdone, the Soldier decides that his new mission is to ensure that Clint remains alive himself. Protecting a blonde man with a self-destructive streak is somehow very familiar to him. Through the back and forth of who is saving whom they cross the country and learn more about themselves and each other – and perhaps find a reason for living. 2: Five Dates Bucky Didn’t Realize He Was on And the One He Planned Himself To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they'd been dating for months without him realizing it.Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can't help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.

3: Puck Luck Bucky Barnes is used to the ups and downs of an NHL season. He's used to the unpredictability of the game, knows that bounces don't always go your way, but that doesn't make a broken hand in the final third of the season any easier to deal with. Especially not when he ends up with an impromptu roommate/personal assistant in the form of one Clint Barton - his agent, Natalia Romanova's (rather attractive) friend he hadn't known existed before his injury.

It's just for six to eight weeks - what could possibly happen in that span of time?

4: Loose Lips Launch Ships

Based on the following prompt: “We go to school together and I think you’re cute and apparently you’re also the pizza delivery guy and my little sibling opened the door screaming hey sibling! you know that kid you’re in love with? you really weren’t kidding when you said his jawline could cut steel holy shit-” Bucky is the pizza delivery guy. Clint's younger (foster) brother has a big mouth.

5: Indelible Bucky Barnes has a pretty decent life – a good job, good friends, a cat that adores him - but something is missing. He’s always found body art to be beautiful and inspiring, and on a whim (and with the hope that maybe he can find what he’s missing) he decides to take the plunge and get a tattoo. That's how he meets Clint Barton. Clint's talented and compassionate and there is an instant spark between the two of them. It's not long before Bucky finds himself wondering and wanting more from the relationship despite the ghosts of the past that crop back up. Because Clint makes him feel normal in a way he truly hasn't for years...

(this was pre-Alpine so I was totally chuffed when canon confirmed Bucky’s status as a crazy cat lady (affectionate).

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not.

I really really really want to do it but I often times don’t end up doing it. There are a few reasons. First, I am akwward AF and bad at interaction adn I feel like just saying thank you would be...not enough? Second - I often times tend to like...turtle (aka retreat into myself) when life gets Too Hard/Busy which happens a lot to me (sigh) and then I miss the vague window in my mind in which it would be okay to respond and then it’s even more weird. I do love and cherish all of them. Like there was one months ago that made me go “hmm...I didn’t think I was going to do a sequel to that fic (You rearrange me till I’m sane), timestamp glimpses sure but a sequel hadn’t come to mind” but then the comment made me think! So...who knows? lol Anyway, I literally have been rereading some in an effort to try and get myself going again. Know that if you have commented, I love you.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

At the moment? Probably: Look at you look at me Bucky's in love with Clint - problem is he's really not supposed to be. For Winterhawk Week 2019 - Forbidden Love (I really don’t want to give away the spin in the fic but...if you’re familiar with the Secret Avengers Vol 2 run circa 2013ish (aka when SHIELD initially ‘took control of the team’) that’s a bit of a hint as to the spin). Were it done, Torch Song would be up there. ;) Torch Song Clint is sent back in time, via an alien device, to 1938. While he tries to figure out how to get back home, he takes up singing and entertaining to make ends meet and does his best to not disrupt the timeline.Then he meets a 21 year old Bucky Barnes. --- A torch song is a sentimental love song, typically one in which the singer laments an unrequited or lost love, either where one party is oblivious to the existence of the other, where one party has moved on, or where a romantic affair has affected the relationship.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Does *wanting* to write crossovers count? lol I want, so badly, to do more crossovers and fusions (which...are kinda deeper versions of crossovers in a way). The only one I do have posted is a crossover between Highlander and Torchwood -

The Immortal Mr. Jones A series of vignettes (some long, some short) in the life of the newly immortal Ianto Jones. My most ambitions project that I have been working on since late 2011/early 2012 is a fusion of the Avengers with Stephen King’s the Stand. I will get that done at some point *shakes fist*  The Stand, for those who don’t know it, is an epic 1000+ page novel about a flu epidemic (I know) that wipes out over 99% of the population and then two figures representing Good and Evil pull the survivors in two directions for a showdown. So basically it’s a non-powered modern AU set in that universe. It’s a passion and comfort project. lol

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. Well, minor bitching back when I was in a prior fandom because I tagged a pairing in a fic but it was pre-slash and not labeled as pre-slash. I got hate on...I think it was Torch Song? And I’ve gotten hate on tumblr re me and my fic in general as well. Fandom! *jazz hands* Oh! And I’ve also been hit by those reviewers within Winterhawk (among general Clint pairings actually) who like rate you on either number scales or the “meh” scale. Which isn’t hate exactly but...it’s passive aggressive bullshit because I can’t believe none of them realize at this point that the authors can see their bookmarks - you know?

9. Do you write smut?

Yes. Do I write it well? I have no idea. lol

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of. Well...there was, I think, one of those reposting sites that had a few fics on it but I don’t think it was being passed off as someone else’s? I can’t quite recall. It’s why I have a note on AO3 about reposting my work anyway.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not entirely, but sort of. Let me explain - I am part of a PBEM game; which for those unfamiliar since it’s a term that was most heavily in use 15-20 years ago, in which you basically do a round robin type writing thing but rather than everyone writing the same characters you write your own characters and you play off what other people have done. Another way of looking at it is  it’s basically DnD without dice and written down rather than done out loud. You also don’t have to all be around at the same time. It’s a lot of fun and yes I have been in it for 20 years even though there aren’t many of us left but they are some of my dearest friends and fabulous writers. Wins all around.  One of the other writers and I have actually toyed with the idea of doing a co-written fic actually, mostly because we work super well together and keep getting ideas for things but can’t really do them as rpgs since the pbem style isn’t used much anymore.

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Winterhawk probably. Though, let’s be real - Han & Leia are epic and amazing as are John & Delenn (from Babylon 5).

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Does wanting to expand The Black Stallion books as a wee child count? lol Not much of that was written save for world building ideas but there was a great oral tradition of telling stories to my friends. Otherwise...maybe a tie between Star Wars and Highlander. Star Wars was a love since I was super young but the writing bug didn’t hit me until around the same time Highlander was a thing as well.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? You rearrange me till I’m sane for sure. Though Torch Song, if it were finished, would be tied I imagine (I suck at picking favorites). Honorable mention to Puck Luck and Indelible. Tagging: I have seen this like a million times (okay 5) so I feel like everyone has been tagged already that I know. But...I guess... @vexbatch @crazycatt71 @heartonfirewrites and @disruptedvice sorry if anyone has been tagged before.