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[meganlpie]

It's the Little Things

Based on this request: would you be able to write Gotham Edward and pregnant wife, and ed just being super soft and protective when they are both at work. She works with ms Kringle in the archives, hopefully that makes sense. from @sirlsplayland

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are not mine! They belong to the writers/creators of the Batman Universe and "Gotham".

Warnings: Fluff! Mentions of pregnancy, early season 1 Kringle. Protective Edward and Protective reader

Pairings: Edward Nygma x fem!wife reader, Kristin Kringle

You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes when you sank down into the not-so-comfortable chair in your and Kristin’s office. While it wasn’t your ideal seat, anywhere you could get off your feet was a blessing at this point. The door opened, but you didn’t bother to open your eyes until the smell of peppermint tea hit your nose. 

“Your morning sickness is always the worst around lunch,” came the voice of your husband. You smiled and let your eyes open to look at him. “Thank you, Ed. You didn’t have to do this.” Edward rolled his eyes as he always did when you said things like that. You took the mug, noting that it was Edward’s favorite one with the green question mark. A gift from you in the early stages of your relationship.

  “Have you eaten?” You shook your head, “I haven’t been as hungry today.” Edward kissed your forehead. “Something small then. I’ll be right back.” 

Edward practically ran into Kristin as he was leaving the room. He mumbled out an apology, knowing that your co-worker didn’t like him, and left to grab your lunch. “I still don’t understand what you see in him,” Kristin said when she sat in her seat across from her. You glared. “Watch it, Kringle.” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N! He’s just…strange.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re all strange. You just haven’t met someone to match your strange yet, but if you insult my husband again, I will personally make sure you can’t breathe through your nose for at least a week. Got it?” Kristin’s eyes widened briefly, but nodded. She’s seen your temper before and didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. You went back to your paperwork.

A few moments later, Edward returned with food and a smile. “Lunch, my lady.” You giggled and thanked him. Then you groaned a bit, causing him to nearly drop your food. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby?” You bit back a laugh at his sudden frantic energy. 

“I’m fine, Ed. Your child just decided to play soccer for a moment, like they do every single time you speak.” Edward placed a hand on your stomach, instantly calming the child within. Another happy sigh escaped you and Edward chuckled. Kristin tried to ignore the two of you, but she was honestly jealous. She wanted what you had.

 “Can I get you anything  before I get back to my own work?” Edward asked and you shook your head. “No thank you. But could we get takeout for supper?” Another kiss to your forehead. “What baby wants, baby gets,” he replied before nodding to Kristin and leaving your office yet again.

You turned to Kristin. “That’s why I love him. It’s the little things. Knowing when my morning sickness is the worst and bringing me tea to soothe my stomach. In his favorite mug, no less. Bringing me lunch and checking in on me even before I got pregnant. We know each other’s hobbies and favorite foods. I can be completely myself with him and he with me. I know I don’t have to guess what Edward is feeling because he feels safe enough to tell me. We don’t have to face this dark world alone. Edward is my rock and I’m his.” 

Kristin said nothing and you stretched. “You know what, I think I’m gonna head out for the day. Maybe start my maternity leave a little early. When I come back, I expect you to have a better attitude surrounding my husband, ‘kay?” With that, you got up, grabbed your food, and waddled your happy, seven-months pregnant self out of the office only to find Edward right around the corner. 

Without giving you a chance to speak, Edward gently cupped your face and placed a kiss on your lips. “I love you.” You smiled at him. “I love you too. You heard that, huh?” He nodded. “I could tell you had been arguing before I brought your lunch. I wanted to make sure you were okay. But you started talking and I didn’t want to interrupt. Thank you, for everything. For standing up for me. For us.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that, Ed. I adore you and all your strange idiosyncrasies.” Edward wrapped his arms around you and gave you a little hug. “I’m going to the captain and putting in for my maternity leave right now. I need a break from that woman in there.” 

“Want me to go with you?” You agreed and Edward took your hand in his as the two of you walked toward the captain’s office. Edward gave little glares to anyone who looked at you strangely and you laughed. Once in the office, Edward guided you to a seat and then slid something toward you so you could put your feet up. As you spoke with the captain, you felt Edward’s presence, making sure you were okay and your heart felt full and light. It really was the little things.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

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Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV 

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he?  Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back. 

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall. 

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?” 

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face. 

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask. 

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink. 

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell. 

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head. 

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night. 

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks. 

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head. 

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?” 

I simply shake my head ‘No.’ 

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me. 

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through. 

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism. 

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down.  Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.  

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay?  Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s  still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both. 

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD.  This may be a more potent drink than usual. 

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob. 

“No, it’s okay, really.” 

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises? 

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good. 

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?  

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things. 

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping. 

“Jacob!” 

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle. 

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game. 

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met. 

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top. 

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket  and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away. 

Jacob ❤️:  i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours. 

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine. 

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes. 

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar. 

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin. 

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send. 

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better. 

Jacob ❤️: holy shit 

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky? 

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus. 

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

The way he drops his head back when he’s struggling makes me giggle. The next thirty minutes need to fly by, or I think one of us may explode.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me. 

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?” 

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.” 

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his. 

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. 

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall. 

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Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life. 

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god. 

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about  he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.” 

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.” 

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”  

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck. 

 Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with. 

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that. 

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back. 

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display. 

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him. 

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly. 

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What.  “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly. 

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly. 

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob. 

“I need you,” I finally squeak out. 

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention. 

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast. 

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.” 

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief. 

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me. 

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.” 

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd. 

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane. 

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling. 

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in. 

“Shit,” I mumble. 

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter. 

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.” 

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down. 

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him. 

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me. 

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me. 

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips. 

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair. 

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling. 

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good. 

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed. 

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.” 

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down. 

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder. 

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out. 

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap. 

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds. 

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink. 

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places. 

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven. 

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.” 

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head. 

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes. 

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks. 

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My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent. 

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.” 

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it. 

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile. 

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.” 

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body. 

“And who said I can’t finish it?” 

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

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I gotta admit, I kinda wish they'd shown more character development for Light in the beginning. It didn't convince me enough that "god complex" was a way with coping with the first two killings. IT CAME OUT IN FIVE DAYS. There was something else that made him like that and we never get to see it.

I don't buy it, and I honestly roll my eyes every time someone goes on and on about how Light was really such a good person and he was "traumatized" by the murders he "accidently" did, as if jumping through hoops with speculation requiring meta-analysis is necessary to properly understand him and is a more reasonable interpretation instead of just taking what he says at face value and reading what's plainly written on the damn page.

The whole process reminds me of how at the end Light, as a last ditch effort to save himself, goes on a giant multi page rant about how Kira was necessary and he was the only one who could do it, laboriously explaining his motivations....and Near very succinctly and correctly tears it down and distills the truth of it: "no, you're just a murderer."

Hm, I don't quite agree with you. I'd argue that there IS character development for Light (in the manga, at least) in the beginning as illustrated in these posts. As for "God complex" being a way to cope with his killings- I didn't say anything remotely close to that. Rather, Light copes by convincing himself that he's doing the world a favor by killing criminals and sacrificing his peace of mind imo.

The narrative Light feeds himself is that of a martyr about to die (he genuinely believes that he'd die before Ryuk's arrival) for his cause. Yet, this all changes when Ryuk comes, tells him that Light's destined to die at his hands, there's no heaven or hell, and last but not the least, that he dropped the Death Note because he was bored.

What are the things that stand out to Light? That if Ryuk decides that Light is boring, i.e., not interesting enough, he'll kill Light. Since there's no heaven or hell, Light now knows that he's got only one chance at his life, the length of which will be based on Ryuk's wishes. So he has to make the most of it.

Light starts by establishing that he is, in fact, interesting; hence, it would be a waste to kill him. He tells his story of using the Note, following the truth, except for the parts he leaves out. That, he had honestly thought he'd die for the sin of using a Death God's notebook, which is why, being an ambitious guy, he had mentally prepared himself to sacrifice his soul/life for the betterment of the world.

He fills the blanks in his motives for using the Note as in:

He was bored too (to bring forth a common ground with Ryuk),

He plans to become the God of the new world (which is infintely more entertaining than the truth (i.e., him covering up his fuck-ups (his first 2 kills) by intentionally fucking up more (killing with intent) AND him sacrificing his peace of mind and other people's life for the sake of making the world a better place).

Light starts seeing himself as an actual God (not in a religious way tho, he sees God as the position of absolute power) wayyyy after the first chapter, namely, chapter 55 of Volume 7:

So no, Light doesn't see himself as a God after just 5 days of getting the Death Note. It develops more gradually than that.

I'm honestly surprised that you don't think that accidentally killing 2 people is enough to change someone (Light) as a person. The situation is highly stressful, if not traumatic, for any individual to come out unscathed. I do personally believe Light was traumatized (anyone Not being traumatized by that would be an anomaly imo).

Light was a good person prior to finding the Note. I wouldn't exactly call him law-abiding (his hacking skills) but yeah. You can roll your eyes, I don't mind haha

The curtains were blue because of an underlying cause or not is a debate for a reason. I just find analyzing my favorite fictional characters fun and that's a hobby of mine so there you go. I will say however that if one takes Light's words at their face value, then one's understanding of Light wouldn't be very interesting (anime!Light I'm looking at you lol).

Idk I find reading what's written on the page and passively absorbing it without employing any of our critical thinking skills boring.

As for the warehouse scene, I agree with Near. Light is just a murderer. What's different from Light (a real person in that story) laying down his motivations and me (an irl person) explaining his (a fictional character's) motives is that I'm not trying to justify any of his actions. It's fun if we understand a fictional character's personality and why he behaves the way he behaves. I'm not being his apologist or anything haha

[tvchi]

TVCHIVERSE: Where Fandoms Collide and Stories Ignite

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#TVCHIVERSE - the universe where all of my fanfictions live. I will also be posting my short prose and poetry here as well.

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[worldheadcanons]

☆ stalker au: them calling you!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and america, england, france, + canada. warning for stalking (in general), minor descriptions of manipulation, and mentions of nsfw in every part except (loser) england’s.

author notes; silly weird idea of mine. i sort of want to make this into a full fledged au and include other characters and maybe develop a plot but i’m not sure.. let me know what you think and any thoughts or ideas you have! matthew’s part is the freakiest because i think the quiet ones are the weirdest.

alfred f. jones!

— he calls often because he just loves your voice. it’s alfred’s favorite thing to get off to after a long day. he likes the way he can, to an extent, hear you inhale and exhale on the other side of the phone. another thing jones enjoys about calling you is how easy it is. he could be calling from his own line at home or from a burner phone. he’s made sure that you won’t be able to tell the difference.

— alfred has a schedule. he’ll call you at least once a week and at most two or three times a week. occasionally you’ll ignore him which drives him to call you more. the phone will ring and ring and ring all day and night until you pick it up. he’s stubborn like that. you block one number, there’s at least seventy more calling you. in the end, you have no choice but to give in and pick up the phone.

— his calls are sly and almost flirtatious. they’re far too short though. jones loves the hint of curiosity in your voice the more he flatters you, cooing about you how special you are to him. then he says something creepy, something about how he wants to see you from a better angle than the one your window provides— suddenly you’re scared. you’re threatening to call the police. you ignore his next phone call and the one after that… eventually you come around though. you always come around. alfred likes that about you. 

— he enjoys calling you just to watch you talk on the phone with him. he’s on edge when it comes to taking in your every response, physical or verbal. your expressions are addicting, he swears. sometimes you’ll put the phone to your ear, talking into it as you do some sort of housework. laundry, perhaps. jones will keep conversation light during this time so that you don’t mess up your work. he’d hate to get in your way.

— he’s got a voice fit for radio. his voice is hot on the phone and he knows it. sometimes alfred feels like you’re more into these calls than he is.. unlikely. but not impossible. he likes to ask questions often about you, your family, and your hobbies. it doesn’t hurt to ask things, even if jones already knows the answers. it’s funny when you lie and he has the chance to correct you. he’s sure he knows you better than you know yourself.

— “you know i love you, right? the cops won’t stop me from loving you,” alfred pauses slightly from where he is in your backyard, smirking to himself in the dark, “you know that too, don’t you, y/n?”

arthur kirkland!

— his voice is pretty distinctive so he calls less often than others might. kirkland would honestly rather not deal with the consequences of what might happen if you recognize him. he works with you, after all. it would be all too easy for you to put the pieces together, given how smart you are. arthur loves your intelligence.. and hates it at the same time. 

— his schedule is sporadic and somewhat impulsive. most of the time he calls once every week although there are exceptions. when he’s feeling more desperate he’ll call once a day, recording it so he can listen to your voice over and over for comfort. when kirkland feels more paranoid he’ll drop all the way down to once a month. that was rare though.

— his calls are long by stalker standards. he doesn’t speak like a complete creep which keeps you on the line much longer. in fact, arthur presents himself as more of a secret admirer who’s too shy to face you. he loves the reassurance you give him, telling him that he seems like such a nice man and you’d love to give him a chance. you’re too sweet for your own good. he’ll slip every now and then, revealing personal details he knows about you but he’s quick enough to recover without you being too suspicious.

— kirkland doesn’t like to call and watch you, preferring to focus on one thing or the other. if he’s calling, he’s putting his full effort into the phone call. if he’s watching then he’s watching intently, taking note of your every move. alongside his call recordings, he has videos of you taken from outside your window or on a public bus ride. 

— he’ll often try to muddle his accent when he’s speaking to you. if you ever happen to notice his accent and compliment it though, arthur will quickly drop the act just to hear you giggle through the phone. his first question is always ‘how was your day’ as he wants to scope out the mood of the call. if you’re sad then he’s consoling, if you’re happy then kirkland is cheering you on, if you’re angry then maybe he’ll be angry too and agree with you. whatever makes you happiest. 

— “don’t let me keep you up, love. you’ve got a long day at the office tomorrow—“ arthur began, only to be interrupted by you asking how he knows you work in an office. “oh, you’ve mentioned your job many times before. you’re just too tired to think right now. rest well, sweetheart. goodnight.”

francis bonnefoy!

— calls a decent amount, enough for you to expect his calls but not enough for you to get bored. one thing francis will never let you get is bored. each call is slightly different from the last, making them special even if he’s openly flirting in all of them. he likes your voice a lot and doesn’t hesitate to coo into the phone about it.

— calls twice, maybe three times if you’re lucky, every week. bonnefoy just doesn’t want you to start thinking of his calls as harassment, even though they technically are. there’s no ignoring francis, as even though you’re sure you’ve heard him mention watching you go into work, you can’t seem to block him out for longer than a week. you hate the fact that you’ve grown accustomed to his voice and that you miss him even though you shouldn’t. 

— his calls are full of flirtation and it’s not at all one sided. sometimes you’ll pretend you’re not interested and then you’ll start jabbing at him, calling him a creep and worse names. it’s competitive almost, a battle of wits hidden under the guise of romance. he likes to let you think you’re winning. it’s cute. he can almost hear your smirk over the phone.

— he likes calling you from the comforts of his own home, twirling his phone cord around his finger as he trades flirts and insults alike with you. his insults are fine tuned and specific so they hurt a lot, but he’s quick to comfort you before you can realize anything. “oh, *mon coeur! why must we fight *mon amour?” he’ll complain into the phone, stretching out on his bed before continuing on, “you know it hurts me to hurt you.”

— his french accent is rich. it translates nicely enough over the phone, sending a tingle down your spine whenever he speaks in his mother tongue. he’ll talk to you about his love for the most part but he also asks about your current health and whether or not you’ve eaten. you’ve lied to him once or twice and each time ends the same— with a meal delivered to your front porch within minutes. 

— “you want to see me in handcuffs? you’re so cruel, y/n,” he puts on an upset tone of voice at first.. then he shifts to something more seductive. “you don’t need the police for that though.. just let me into your house, *mon ange.. and we can do whatever you like.”

matthew williams!

— matthew calls regularly, specifically in the early morning or in the evening when he knows you’re both free. he’s even worse than alfred when it comes to enjoying your voice in a sexual manner. you sound like an angel to him. he’s not above jerking himself off or humping a pillow while he’s on the phone with you. he can’t help himself. it’s unfortunate that you don’t know his name. he’d love to hear you say it, just once.

— he tries to contact you every other day but sometimes he skips because he finds himself busy with other things. he doesn’t get too upset at this. it’s not like calls are his only way of interacting with you. by the time he starts calling you like this, he’s already watched you sleep at least once or twice. not to mention the clothing he’s taken from you— don’t worry, new clothes will appear on the porch the next day. clothes that he hopes you’ll wear for him sometime soon..

— his calls are, at first, rather shy. he gets bolder as time goes on though, going as far as to mention the color of the delicates you’re wearing that day. he enjoys teasing you with the knowledge he has. he’ll sit there, watching from the bushes, and tell you openly how cute you look when you’re cooking or cleaning. whenever you threaten to call the police, he sighs into the phone. “you’re so mean to me, y/n, playing hard to get.” you hang up, he calls again and again and, well, you pick up. the cycle continues on.

— he doesn’t mind when you’re mean to him, calling him a creep or a freak. he’s into it, really. it won’t change anything for you to pick up on this and start praising him. he’s a simple man. your attention is what he craves. negative, positive, he honestly doesn’t care. it’s part of why he’s willing to admit every once in a while that he’s watched you sleep. things like that quickly grab your attention. he chuckles as he listens to you gasp and ask him to repeat himself. “what do you mean, you ‘saw me dream’ last night?”

— william’s voice is soft and gentle but husky still. it has a certain attractiveness to it, unfortunately. he enjoys having people deliver gifts to your porch and then asking you what you think of them. it’s so frequent, you can’t tell which packages are ones you’ve bought and which ones are ones he’s bought.

— he chuckles into the phone, “i take it you like the clothes i’ve bought you.” you ask him what he’s talking about. his response is simple. “i can see you wearing them right now.”

☆ TRANSLATIONS.

— *”mon coeur” means “my heart” — *”mon amour” translates to “my love” — *”mon ange” means “my angel”

[konigsblog]

15-19-22-24-25-30! I know this is a lot but for me you're an interesting person to mee (,,¬﹏¬,,)

Questions.

15. Favorite weather for writing?

Rain! It's the only time I'm thankful to be living in Scotland, considering it's raining all the time, no exaggeration. I prefer it if it's thundering, but we honestly don't see a ton of thunder over here.⚡⛈️

19. The most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic?

Honestly, I don't really do a ton of research for a lot of fanficfion. Mainly because it's pure horniness or me portraying the characters as immoral, horrible morons. Maybe I have in the past, but I can't think of anything at the moment...

22. Do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

Not really. I mean, sure, at the start when I started to upload darker content. But, it's their own fault if they choose to read something unpleasant, especially if they know it'll trigger them. Go take a nap or something, don't hate on random dark fiction writers because you made a mistake!

24. How do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

I force myself to write at least something every day, even if it's just one paragraph. If i didn't, I wouldn't be able to upload every day. Writing every day is a routine I follow, that's why I'm usually pretty consistent with my uploads. If I'm not feeling creative, I look for some form of inspiration. Or, I'll do something I enjoy to give myself some energy, like listening to music.

25. Besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

I enjoy art, although I don't draw as often as I'd like to.

29. How easy is it for you to come up with titles?

I dislike coming up with titles. I'm not the type to usually write lengthy fanfictions which means I don't have to struggle with titles as much as others. Although, on the rare occasion that I do need a title, I just summarise the plot of the post, or take two of the main themes and combine them together.

I'm alright with coming up with ideas, but titles are a weakness of mine.

[sheisobvious]

some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

Picture 1 

“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model” 

Q: What type of music are you into right now? 

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.  

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera  

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain” 

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COSMOGIRL 2009 

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!" 

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Seventeen Magazine (2008) 

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played. 

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”)  contacted you?  

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore. 

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself? 

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic. 

Q: How did that make you feel? 

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with  them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that. 

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look? 

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change. 

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise? 

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything  in the world – I would never change what I do. 

Picture 4 

“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)  

Picture 5 

YOU (2009) 

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that. 

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week. 

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles. 

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy? 

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.” 

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PEOPLE, 2009 

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools? 

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back. 

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30? 

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30. 

(midnight rain vibe)

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Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ? 

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends? 

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TIGER BEAT  

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.” 

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

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BOP 2012 

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak." 

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

[starrybouquet]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged several weeks ago by @doodledrawreblogs - thanks cy! and sorry this is late lol

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? counting drabbles, 77 works!

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 127,611 (yes, most of the works are oneshots)

3. what fandoms do you write for? I have AO3 stuff for Stargate SG-1, NCIS, Top Gun, and RPF!

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

I thought this would just be all the multichaps I've written (or started) but I guess there's something to be said for older stuff because it's actually all Stargate! I suspect penny!fic will eventually appear on here if I ever get off my butt and finish it

In All Duty and Service (T, Stargate, S/J, 13k)

4am (G, Stargate, S/J, 2.4k)

for here I am sitting in my tin can (strike him down) (G, icemav, 7k) - 964 kudos

and ease my mind (G, icemav, 533) - 947 kudos

so put me where I belong (G, mavdad, 3k) - 853 kudos

5. do you respond to comments? Originally, I responded to every comment. Then I started getting the inevitable daily/weekly "please update" or "update" or "are you going to finish this??" comments and now I don't respond to every comment. If your comment says something nice, though, I'll do my best to respond to it eventually!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhh...nothing yet, I think? I'm really way worse about saccharine-sweet, syrupy, TERRIBLY FLUFFY endings.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I wrote a 200-word ficlet that is literally only the happy ending! Just Like in the Movies

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, but all my more ~controversial~ stuff is safely in my GDrive still, so....*shrugs* all my current AO3 stuff is pretty bland.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope. Every year I threaten to do it and then I just get all embarrassed about it and never share anything.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not yet, but if I had a good idea for one I'd absolutely write it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Stealing Cy's answer for this because it's so true lol. I don't...think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of! (If you would like to translate anything of mine, please go for it! There's not much to work with right now though lol)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nothing that's on AO3, only super-secret stuff that may never see the light of day!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? is this question asking for an OTP? Because I have two: Sam/Jack, SG1 and Janeway/Chakotay, Voyager.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Gah, all of them. Uhhh, there's a marriage-of-convenience SJ AU where Sam and Jack have to be married to be on the same SG team that @carothepoet and I brainstormed years ago, and I doubt we'll ever finish?

16. What are your writing strengths? Silly dialogue, short fics! That's...um...it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? WRITING VOLUME. It's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't ever prioritize my writing enough to find the time. In terms of actually putting words on the page...description is hard. Plot is hard.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Honestly, I'm just insane and "what the hell, it's a hobby not a job" enough to Google Translate something if I really need to have some dialogue in another language. Obviously I'd put a disclaimer that I have no idea if it's correct. I like making fun of the "everyone speaks English" TV trope though, so I'm far more likely to just have the aliens randomly speak English XD

19. First fandom you wrote for? The first thing I published was for Stargate. The first stuff I wrote before I knew what fanfiction was? God, probably...actually I have no clue? percy jackson? chronicles of narnia? who knows.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I am choosing to be an optimist today: I don't think it's been written yet!! I do, however, have a special fondness for Chapter 3 of Letters to Archie for, yes, its pettiness and fluffiness, and also for in for a penny, in for a pound because it's fun!

I haven't been on here in ages so I have no idea who to tag. I'm just gonna tag a bunch of people and hope some of them are actually active. Uh, no pressure tagging @malewifebillcage @tommyjop @curator-on-ao3 @mylittleredgirl @mrv3000 @delicatelie89 @ladywaffles @sluttyhenley @redbelles?

[marvelstoriesepic]

Tag Game 💎

I was tagged by my lovely @elixirfromthestars

Last song you listened to? That would be ‘Shadow Of Mine’ by Alec Benjamin.

Silver or gold jewelry? I like both, honestly. Can’t tell which one suits me better.

Do you have any tattoos? I don’t have any tattoos but I surely will be getting one some time. I want it to be meaningful though.

Piercings? On my ears but that’s it. Perhaps I'm gonna think about getting more at one point.

Currently reading or favorite book? I actually started ‘the Cruel Prince’ by Holly Black a few days ago.

A hobby you would like to try? I wanted to try fencing for a while now and I'm genuinely curious as to how that would turn out to be.

Coffee or tea? Love both, but I prefer coffee ☕️

Favorite video game? I don’t exactly play video games, but I enjoy Mario Kart every once in a while lol

Star sign? Libra 💙

Who is your hear me out? Alright, so, perhaps he’s not really a hear me out but… Aaron Warner Anderson. I would do unimaginable things for him.

no pressure tags: @artficlly @winterslove1917 @chickenfics @avengerofyourheart

[matenrou-fan]

Hello, there!

Could I request Sasara, Ramuda, and Dice with a toymaker girlfriend?

Sasara, Ramuda, and Dice with a toymaker fem! s/o

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh! Sasara actually loves original people with interesting hobbies, always finding new inspiration for his jokes in them.

-"Hehe, do you know what my favorite type of toy is?" - Sasara smiles widely, not able to hide his small giggles. - "Ahh, come on, I'm a rapper, after all..! It's yo-yo..!"

-But honestly, he's very appreciative of your work. Just from his point of view, deep feeling is easier to bring when he's joking about it, so it doesn't sound so awkward and he doesn't get too embarrassed.

-Also, as a fellow comedian, he knows how hard it can be to use your imagination to come up with something new and interesting that people would enjoy.

-Watching as you sew new toys in the evenings while he sits near you is Sasara's new favorite way to relieve some stress. It's just so soothing and mesmerizing, the way your arms move so quickly and elegant.. He very much looks like a cat in these moments.

-Oh yes, about cats. Make a small maneki-neko for your boyfriend and he would melt, all giggly and blushy now, can't even think about some awkward pun to hide his embarrassment. It's surprisingly easy to confuse Sasara with just a small affection from your side.

-There's no way he would leave him at home even for a day now, carrying his new talisman everywhere. And yes he talks with his small fella before any performances, in the same way he talks with his furniture. (I totally can see him kissing a small toy lightly sometimes, thinking about how long your hands working at this gift for him..)

-He can't return you a favor with something physical cause he's kinda bad in all this diy stuff, yet Sasara's always ready to support you with his kisses and cuddles, as a reward for all your hard work. Oh, and his casual small jokes, of course..

-"Hmm, want me to help you to come up with new ideas for your work..?" - your boyfriend mumbled, thinking for a second then grabbing your shoulder. - "Ahh, darling, why don't you just make a classic one? Let me think, balls have got to be one of the oldest toys.. They’ve been ‘round a long time.."

-Ahh, so you are not only sweet lovers, but also colleagues by profession, as you both need to come up with different designs for your works..! Doesn't that mean your match was made in heaven?!

-Definitely waiting for you to give him one of your toys on the first few dates, as a sign of your unbreakable love for your angelic boyfriend..!

"Ahh, come on, I already gifted you such a cute outfit as a proof of my sincere love..!" - Ramuda whines, clinging to you with his whole body, begging in his casual childish manner. - "Now it's your turn! Your turn! I want matching toys with you, aren't two cute little rabbits wouldn't be just great? I will keep the one who's looking like you and you will admire mine..!"

-Yes, he absolutely loves to help you with new ideas for your works, bubbling with you for hours about it. Most of his designs are just sweet small animals in lovely dresses, yet they all look so different and interesting so you can't help but promise your boyfriend to make them even if it's not really your style.

-And vice versa: Ramuda is always waiting for your opinion on his new clothes line, showing you all his drafts, as now you're the first person who gets to know his new ideas.

-And, besides that, he's willing to sew small adorable clothes and accessories for your toys, helping you to make more toys in a short time..! You can even call it something like a collaboration, can you?!

-If it's just your hobby or your store is a small place, Ramuda would definitely recommend you to every one of his clients, making ads with you and more collaborations. He just wants his dollface to shine as bright as he is..!

-Hell, even if you are actually as popular as he is, Ramuda will still get you as much promotion as he can, just to brag a little about how talented his girlfriend is..!

-"Ahh, your toys are always such cute precious things..!" - Another playful giggle escaped your boyfriend's lips as he jumped around your workplace with a wild smile. Then he suddenly gets closer and cups your cheeks, interrupting your work. - "But personally, the most precious doll for me here is you, my little marionette.."

-Ok but he's actually so excited, and you can clearly tell by the way his eyes always start sparking when he visits your workplace.

-Dice was able to save his inner child, and also as an airheaded simple man he gets impressed so easily by any of your toys, even failed attempts looks absolutely fascinating for him.

-Will almost beg for an exclusive toy for him, at least something small and easy to make..

"Here, put this inside..!" - your boyfriend chuckles, giving you a small dice with a proud smirk. - "Like that, your toy would be filled with great luck and I totally will get a jackpot..! Huh?! W-what do you mean you already filled it with your love?! Double luck then.."

-He doesn't care if someone will laugh at him for actually taking his new small buddy together with him in the casino, as Dice is ready to beat anyone's ass for making fun of your hard work.

-Yes he's not working himself (and no, dice, gambling is not a real job), yet he appreciates your effort that you put in your toys and is willing to support you till the very end, cheering you up on days when you have something like an art block or celebrating a big amount of orders on good days.

-Don't laugh at your boyfriend when you notice how he's playing with your toys, thinking he's all alone. It's kinda amusing to watch as all his scenarios are about someone winning a jackpot and spending in the casino all again for more wins.

-Brag off to anyone. Gentaro (it's probably always ended up into another teases from the writer's side, as Dice screaming that no, he didn't get bewitched by you and your magic toys), his friends from the casino, just the seller in the store where Dice spends his last few yen on a small snack, anyone.. He got such a talented pretty girlfriend and never would shut up about this now!!

-"This one looks so silly.." - he mumbled, sitting next to you and watching you work quietly. You can't help but tease him a little, telling you actually wanted to make him into a small animal. - "Huh?! Then this little fella looks extra cool! And I'm feeling, if you let me kiss your lips and hands right now, I will share some of my luck with you today! So you definitely would make a masterpiece…!"

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

Definitely didn't send an ask yet for those 15 questions... So I choose Gareth! 😏

Totally only the one ask in my inbox! 😂 thanks bestieeee 💕 here ya go…

1. Are you named after anyone?

I think my parents might’ve got Gareth from a book called Give Your Kid A Welsh Name Americans Will Actually Be Able To Pronounce… honestly I have no idea where that came from. Middle name Alwyn is after my granddad.

2. When’s the last time you cried?

Do we really have to go there? Wouldn’t you rather know about my favorite pizza toppings? (Pepperoni and pineapple.)

Alright Janie says I should be honest, so the last time I cried was three days ago, I dreamed that she was back in Hawkins Lab and they maybe-accidentally-maybe-deliberately drowned her in that stupid fucking tank of theirs, and I woke up bawling like a stupid baby. There. Happy? Can we go back to talking about pizza now?

3. Any kids?

Nope. Maybe someday, waayyyy in the future, but not now.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah, it’s actually a pretty bad habit of mine. My big mouth has gotten me in trouble more than once.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

What they’re wearing. I don’t judge them for it, I just notice it. Especially if it looks like a band shirt.

6. What’s your eye color?

Janie likes to call it “cornflower” (because she’s just goddamn adorable) but it’s just ordinary blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I kinda like both. I don’t mind being scared by movies because I know the bad guys don’t usually win.

8. Any special talents?

Just music I guess. I play drums and piano. Eddie’s trying to teach me guitar but it’s pretty slow going.

9. Where were you born?

Bala Cynwyd, PA. My family moved to Hawkins when I was three.

10. What are your hobbies?

Playing music, dungeons and dragons, writing crappy songs and poems, drawing, and helping Janie look for cool rocks to add to her collection.

11. Do you have any pets?

No, I want a cat but my dad’s allergic.

12. Any sports you play?

Um… between fifth grade and tenth grade I played this super awesome sport called Run The Hell Away From Bullies. Sooo much fun.

13. How tall are you?

NOT TALL ENOUGH, OKAY???

14. What’s your favorite subject?

In high school it was English. It’s harder to pick now that I’m in college— I’m studying to be a music therapist and just about every class on that topic is fascinating.

15. What’s your dream job?

Honestly I’m pretty excited about the music therapy, but if I had to pick something different I’d say author. It would be pretty cool to write something as awesome as Lord of the Rings!

Losty answers as your choice of character

[grokebaby]

🌼🎹🎯🌂❤ for Nan, Grandefel andd Maiju maybe :333 answer as many as you want I just wanna know more about the ocs of all time <3 (also hi me again)

(Hi you again !!)

🌼 = How old? / age group

🎹= Hobbies?

🎯= What do they do best?

🌂= What genre are they in?

❤️= Best memory/ies?

I'm not sure if you meant that all these questions for every single character, or like?? Some other way?? But you said I can do however I want so I shall °w°

AGES:

Nan being an elder is somewhere between 50-60, I think developmentally she's the oldest character here (not chronologically bc Grandefel has for sure existed for over a thousand years but ykno. What's equivalent to their species). Ofc nan has likely also existed for a little longer than that chronologically speaking? Can't say for sure but she's in the Early elder category. Maiju is AT MOST (equivalent to) in her 40's but I'd put her in late 30's. Middle aged to some capacity. Grandefel is funnily enough youngest of everyone despite having existed the longest lolol, for an angel she'd be considered to be in her 30's approx. She's in the generation between Kxxxtr and Lamera.

HOBBIES:

Grandefel - What hobbies? 😔 Yall got free time from your all consuming societally enforced role in life? Most her free time is spent with Deirdre and the kids, but if not she's out in the sky exhibiting cat behaviour (lounging on sunny clouds, napping in strange poses and knocking stars off counters their course just bc)

Nan - Something very grandma esque probably. I mean I'm sure she does alot of "hobbyish" activities but moreso because it's been a vital part of her duties growing up (sewing, gardening, cooking ect). But how she entertains herself? Pinecone cows. And talking to them. (Google Käpylehmä, it's a thing wi/ Finns)

Maiju - What hobbies? Looking at picturebooks. Not bc she can't read or doesn't care about reading but she likes to look at nice things especially if she hasn't seen them before. Either that or sitting around and thinking about cool things. If she's feeling extra adventurous probably going on a walk or something, stopping to smell the flowers and all that jazz

DOES BEST:

Maiju - I feel like I could put so much here and it'd be really obvious. Like decapitation. Wielding a Warhammer. However I think she's the best at being an advisor and second in command to Xerxes when he's Going Normal™ about things (as he does), and keeping the anchor down on stuff. However she's also great at supporting him in his decisions so who's to say..

I'm honestly a little unsure how to answer this for the other two, I'm not saying there aren't things they're good at but I can't think of something they excel either. I think I'll just say both Nan and Grandefel are great at defying the will of unfathomable cosmic forces, whether that be deities Or societal expectations (guess which one is for which character I dare you)

GENRE:

Funnily all these characters exist in the same setting haha? Minus for Nan being an intersectional character in another story of mine as well. Anyway I will go off of vibes

Grandefel - Gay workplace drama

Maiju - Doom with animal crossing music

Nan - that brand of horror where you're stranded in the forest and find yourself in a strange village.. / maybe the monster was the generational trauma all along

FAV MEMORY:

(prepares myself emotionally)

I don't think Maiju could pick just one, she can't pick favorites in anything. The first time Xerxes took her to earth to show her sunflowers? Having a ladybug land on her nose? Learning her hair isn't red but Maroon? Getting a tie in a duel against a Power angel? Seeing herself in a mirror for the first time? There's just so many

Grandefel would probably claim it was the day she was made the primary Persecutor after her mentor (father) stepped down, however in reality it was her opening up about her feelings to Deirdre for the first time and crying in the presence of another person. For the first time also.

I feel like.. Nan's favorite memory is still yet to come, because.. (side eyes my story outline) bc ykno (starts tearing up) because b

Future memories aside I too think she can't pick just one. The choice floats between the rare few heartfelt moments with her dad, the support of her relatives after That Tragedy, getting Siru some friends (at all), messing around with her friends at the cow barn, ykno..

[pursuitseternal]

Get To Know Me!

Thank you @myfavouritelunatic and @iamstartraveller776 ! This will be a fun thing to do to procrastinate work 😅

Part one:

Are you names after someone: my godmother I think… though mine is an inversion of her first and middle names.

The last time you cried: ummmm this morning 😅

Do you have kids: One sweet boy, the prince of my domain. Hopefully more someday.

Do you use sarcasm: *nooooooo never* (that was sarcasm!) honestly it’s my second language.

The first thing you notice about a person: their vibe. Some people give of good energy, some not so much.

What’s your eye color: rich, warm brown

Scary movies or happy endings: Happy endings every time.

Any special talents: Violin for 30+ years. Voice of an angel. Not perfect pitch, but I’ll get headaches when music is out of tune.

Where were you born: Boulder, CO

What are your hobbies: music, reading, writing, tea drinking, napping (that’s a hobby over thirty right) day dreaming… hiking.

Have any pets: we have four fish that we try to not to kill. Sometimes it’s successful. Other times not as much

What sports do you play/ have played: Sailing. That’s it really. But not for a long time.

How tall are you: 5 foot 5.5 inches.

Favorite subject in school: Orchestra and English.

Dream job: fanfic writing stay at home mom, honestly.

Part two:

First ship: Guy of Gisborne, Robin Hood bbc, Any Richard Armitage fans?

Three ships:Sauron/Galadriel, Darklina, last one is hard because I never got into the fandom formally, but Sherlock and Molly.

Last/ current song:

Last Movie: Ummm classic me in full obsessive mode… The Fellowship of the Ring, but just Galadriel’s intro like five times over.

Currently Reading: C. S. Lewis, Reflection on the Psalms.

Currently watching: Ted Lasso, season 1.

Currently consuming: my 90th ounce of water today. But it’s lemon ginger flavored..?

Currently craving: Chinese food. Or tacos. Whichever I get to first.

Tagging also with no pressure 😘

@jurassiclexie @buffyfan145 @coraleethroughthelookingglass @demonscantgothere @galstelperion @haladrielweek @jhalya

[blairsanne]

Writing Questions Tag Game:

Thanks for tagging me @residentdormouse ♥

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

Um, so the two favourite ideas of mine are not things I can link you to because the first one, which is a faerie story about (among other characters) the fae prince of Winter, is a story I'm writing (I guess it's on hiatus) with my irl bff and it's not finished or available to the public. I don't know how much I should share tbh, but I love all the characters and the world we've built so much.

The other is just my special daydream OC character whose story I will never actually write because it's a mashup of various fandom lores and very complicated and while fun to daydream doesn't sound fun to write. She's a priestess who gets murdered on the altar of her world's gods by her bff and they revive her to kill him (he was a priest who took the power of the gods and then proceeded to basically demolish the world around him). She does so, but is essentially left alone in her world and becomes a guardian of sorts. Her role is to link herself to one person (anchor) in every one of the worlds/dimensions/realities that the collection of souls her gods watch over reincarnate into. She can call on power from the other realities to protect them from outside threats (basically, if the gods were creator beings, there are destroyer beings who want to devour the souls/realities). She ends up being kind of a tragic character though, since she's stuck between a bunch of "lives" so to speak and beholden to different people in different worlds but never able to settle down and be done. She keeps getting revived by the gods when she dies (with all her memories, instead of reincarnating), and she struggles with grief. Why is this my favourite idea? IDK but I keep thinking about it.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

Well one time someone on anon complained that I wrote a self-indulgent mary sue oc into my fanfic and asked "who asked for [that]". To which I replied that I did. Because, you know, I write shit for myself first. As a fun hobby. I'm in no way saying that I write anything great, and if you think my writing is cringe, like, okay, you're right? Die mad about it, I guess? Get a life? Idk. I'm just having fun playing pretend with these fictional worlds.

What is your favorite part of being a writer?

Re-reading finished things because I write the type of stories I like to read, so it's really satisfying to get to reread them later. Close second is when someone else likes what I've written, that's pretty cool. ♥

What parts could you take or leave?

The agony of the time between posting something online and that first bit of feedback on it. Now that I actually have people looking at my stuff there's a little bit of like "well I hope at least one person does end up reading and enjoying this" and like... if not then it feels like why bother posting it online? (Honestly I started posting my BWOC fic in 2013 just so my irl bff could read it. I started posting my newer fics on tumblr in 2021 just so I'd move on and finish the missing parts of the story I had been writing... which hasn't worked, in case anyone wondered haha.)

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

I am constantly coming up with stories in my head. There's something about writing them down and crafting them into something I can read again later that lets me put them down, if that makes sense. Like a brain dump. I don't need to remember just how that scene went or why that was happening in this plot, because it's written down now. I can revisit it later if I like. Or never.

Second-biggest motivation is when I'm writing a fic with someone else in mind, like a request or gift, or for an event, or just something I know that one person in particular will like. In the hopes I contribute something good to their day. (Even if it's smut.)

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

I've honestly been writing since I was a child, so I wish I could tell you. XD

What I would say to someone new to writing is this: You get better at every skill by doing it. So, if you want to write, you're better off writing a ton of stories, badly at first and reworking, refining, revising, etc. than to wait until you're "good enough" to write the story you want to write. You can always write a version two or twenty-five, months or years later. Done is better than perfect, and shitty-first-drafts are better than forgotten ideas.

What is your favorite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

Probably Homecoming, a smut-fic for Bofur in the Durin's Garage AU. Mostly because I haven't written most of my stories to completion, but also I love that fic.

What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

"If anyone can do it, so can you."

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

In one of my original fiction stories, one of the characters is an emperor who is basically taking over the world bit by bit, and has zero remorse about it. He believes that nobody can love him (for good reason unrelated to his status/warring) and has decided not to love anyone or anything either. At one point, frustrated with how passive his stolen fiancee is, he orders his brother to strangle her to death in front of him and then gets mad at her when she doesn't fight back (he orders the brother to stop, it was just like... a test?). He's very aggressive and believes that everyone only looks out for themselves, etc. so he does the same. (So her passivity sort of challenges him in a way. It's complicated.) It think it's a very toxic but easy-to-fall into worldview when someone thinks that the world is cruel to them, to decide to be cruel back. That's probably the most controversial mindset of my OCs, but that's sort of the point. Obviously I think he's wrong, and eventually things happen to change him.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

She'd probably be confused why we stopped doing forum-RPing and be completely amazed that a single stranger anywhere in the world had read and enjoyed something we wrote all on our own. Honestly I think little me would think I was pretty cool and living the dream. Maybe I should remind myself that more often.

I really value the community in fandom spaces, which I think is why fanfiction is so appealing. We all get to play with the same dolls in different ways and go "ah yes, that's a cool way you played" and learn from each other and grow, and it's all around a shared love of stories. Storytelling is how humans make sense of the world, and community is what makes life feel like it has meaning to me. So this is a pretty cool place to be.

No pressure tags: @laurfilijames @i-did-not-mean-to @i-am-still-bb @silvermoon-scrolls @sotwk @middleearthpixie @sketch-and-write-lover @enchantzz @lordoftherazzles and OPEN TAG to anyone who wants to do it. :)

[corrodedseraphine]

tea or coffee: honestly I don't drink both of them too often. I drink tea when I am sick or I need something to warm me up because I hate cold. When it comes to coffee I drink it when I need to. My sleep schedule and insomnia are real bitches sometimes so I have to have something to help me not to fall asleep in the middle of the task or something. But I really like iced coffee, especially in the summer

dogs or cats: both. I love both so much it hurts because I can't have one. I have never had any pet and unfortunately it is not going to change soon and it breaks my heart 💔 But luckily a lot of my friends have pets, so guess where you can find me when we hang out? 😂

can you play an instrument? Yup, I used to play guitar but now my heart is fully devoted to the ukulele, but I would love to learn how to play the piano too

what’s your sign? Libra

favorite lyrics that pop into your head? the song originally is in Polish, but I translated it for better understanding, I hope that's okay

and to be water like this which gently wraps itself around you / warms your body, washes away the remnants of the lousy day / and calms down every nerve / amusingly will wrinkle your hands / and when you fall asleep lasts faithfully at your bed

do you have tattoos? I have four tattoos, the word unbreakable on my forearm and next to it there is a Vex's shadow (Vex is one of my favourite champs in league of legends and the shadow is her companion, so I one day I spontaneously decided I want my own shadow too lmao), above them there is a rose inspired by the one from beauty and the beast, and on the other forearm I have something like a map because I love travelling and only if I could afford it I would do it all the time

favorite place you’ve ever traveled? Malaga in Spain. I spent the best month in my life there, the place is beautiful and my memeories make it even more amazing

what’s the last movie you watched? Strange World on Disney+, I loved it, such an amazing animation 🥹

what languages do you speak? Polish is my native. I can speak English and I am learning Spanish hoping that someday it will be on the same lvl as English now. I was learning French for two years and as much as grammar wasn't hard for me pronunciation killed me and I am not able to say most things in French 😂 In primary school and hight school I was learning German but I forgot it all and best I can do is introducing myself in it lol

do you have any hobbies? music is the biggest one I guess. I love listening to music, playing it, singing, dancing. Music is a huge part of my life. Now I can say that writing too, I am so glad I came back to it after so many years, it helps me so much with some issues, like a some kind of a therapy. And due to covid lock down I was so bored I started crocheting, the beginnings were hard but now I have some projects I am really fucking proud of even if they took months to finish. And I almost forgot playing video and board games!

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? So many amazing choices but for now I have to say that Eddie Munson 😂

compliment yourself: shit this one is super hard- uh so maybe I would say that I am kinda proud of myself that I am handling two jobs and not giving up despite it is really hard sometimes. So yeah, congrats for me

@i-me-mine thank you for the tag 🥰🥰

no pressure tags: @bvcksmiller @becca-alexa @pollenallergie @phantypurple @superblysubpar