#hope you like this tinie snippet🥺

[skywalkr-nberrie]

There are some gems for Anidala in the Junior ROTS novel (which is basically a simplified version of the movie and novel) and I once again wish to dump it onto our fandom.

Padmé and Anakin reuniting after 5 months, Anakin saying he feels complete by just holding and kissing his wife and her telling him that now she’s “whole again” 🥹 it’s giving “they are a pair, please do not separate.”

Anakin not being able to keep his hands off his wife, Padmé being the only sane one in this pair and slipping away. The “patience, my handsome Jedi.” Anakin not caring and reaching for her again before Padmé can escape 🤣 and of course, slowly moving into the pregnancy reveal, Anakin senses something is off about Padmé, and she tells him how alone she’s felt ever since he left and that it was truly very hard for her. 🥺

Give these two a 6 month vacation twice a year every year, please and thank you.

(This passage is badly cropped here, forgive me.)

I love this part in the novel because it sheds light a bit on how Padmé felt when Anakin told her of his vision. In the movie and original novel, it mostly centred around her trying to comfort Anakin, but here we see that Anakin is letting Padmé know he saw a vision about her dying, and Padmé becomes visibly tense and feels a “cold chill.”

Her natural instinct was to reach for her Japor Snippet that Anakin had carved out for her and I think this indicates how this tiny piece of wood brought her so much hope, and comfort in her times of despair. It makes sense why she was holding onto it so tightly when she was dying and giving birth. I feel like it played as a substitute for Anakin’s presence.

I’ve seen some people ask about why Padmé was crying during the Temple burning scene in the movie, and I never thought it could be more obvious. In the original script for ROTS this was the interaction between Padmé and 3pO:

So we know Padmé was crying about Anakin after 3pO confirmed he returned to the Temple. And in the above passage I posted from the Junior novel, we see how Padmé was indeed worried sick over Anakin, feeling a wave of relief when she sees a Jedi starfighter land on her Veranda. She rushes over to Anakin, asking him if he’s alright, that she needs to hear from his mouth that he’s okay, despite that she can see that he’s physically alright and doesn’t at all look to be harmed.

I simply love this passage because of the faith Padmé has in Anakin’s loyalty to her, and how well she knows him. Padmé never once doubted him and it’s astonishing to me that people say she trusted others over him, when this is her innermost true feelings for him. And the way that she knows Anakin is loyal to people and not politics. She knew he was loyal to her, and she knew he was loyal to OW, which is what triggers her question about him. And because of this, she feels the an odd way about the way he mentions the Senate and the Chancellor. She feels her real husband slipping into something she can’t recognize and it scares her.

Padmé at this point has lost almost all her faith in the Republic, feeling the war will never end so I just love how she narrates here that knows she can believe in Anakin even if she lost faith in everything else. Once again the subtle mention of the unwavering trust that Padmé has in Anakin.

One of the most painful moments in the movie, praise to this passage shedding more light on Padmé’s feelings and anger towards OW for all he’s saying about Anakin, it is beautifully captured. The way she looks at OW accusingly, begging him to deny her accusations, overcome with the horror that he’s about to kill the love of her life. It’s too much for her, and this is the start of the end.

(This is it for now. There are more I wanted to post but I’m at my limit 🥲 I’ll probably make a follow up post again.) - 🌈☔️

[thatdeadaquarius]

Your writing is so amazing! 😲

You mentioned that you like people sharing blurbs so I thought I’d share one!

In Sagau I imagined the statues of the creator to have an aura around it. Like it changes depending on their mood. so sometimes people will visit the statues to feel closer to the creator or to talk to the statue. It would be customary to visit the statues when one is really happy to share their happiness with the creator. Which would cause little bursts of happiness within the creators everyday life.

I just thought it was a sweet headcanon to share! I hope you have a good day!

AHH this got buried in my asks :'(

GOD UR SO SWEET IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS FUCK ME-

This gif is what it feels like when ppl send me little snippets or blurbs fr:

Just 😭😭😫😫😫🤲💌💌💝❤️‍🔥💖💔💕💗💝💘💓💞💗✨️

Thank you so saying that about my writing 🥺<333

this is actualy the best headcanon, i love worldbuilding stuff like this, like reader having statues/how ppl treat them/emotive statues like?? genius??

idk if yall are into the ship, but the worldbuilding in this zhongli/childe fic goes so hard, and this kinda reminded me of how the author descibed genuine/"filling" offerings to the gods being like, less of a business transaction and more of a, "i got so happy seeing all the flowers i handmade a flower crown just to share it with you!" and THATS what you give a god to give them a satisfying meal

EDIT 4/10/24: SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT FIC NAME AND LINK HERE YA GO <3

anyone that being all said i like to take ur headcanon in that way, where ppl make a song or something w/lots of emotion (usually positive) and send it ur way as an offering <3

THANK U AND SORRY AGAIN FOR NEVER REPLYING,

Safe Travels Pebbles,

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hi!! This is hopefully a fun question to ask! 💚 What are some of your favourite versions of suguru &/or satoru by your moots/non-moots that you’ve read in their fics ? For example your winter satosugu drabble has my favourite satoru 💅💅💅

🥺🥺🥺 ANONNNN first of all i’m so happy you like that satoru…… i’m really fond of him too!!! he’s very Husband + the implied mommy issues are tasty imo…

but wahhh… this is absolutely a fun question!!!! i doooo wanna preface this by saying that i legitimately love . all my moots’ versions of stsg. they’re all a little different so i go to different moots/other writers depending on what i’m looking for :3 i love love love the fact that fanfic births so many different takes and aus…. it’s one of my favorite parts of reading it!!!

i doooo have some versions of stsg that i’m partial to though!!!! gonna throw them under the cut, i decided to only go with my moots because i’m…… really scatterbrained. there are SO many other sugus and torus that i adore my brain just can’t pull them out at command </3 but i hope this’ll suffice!!

first of all…. my favorite gojos :333

niku’s gojo in general is one of my favorites ever ever ever but i’m specifically adding a link to bten because . bten lives in my brain <3 and i adore both bten!reader & bten!gojo more than anything….. ANYWAY . niku’s gojo is my favorite for many reasons but above all else he just…. feels so real to me . sometimes i have to remind myself that i’m reading a fic and not canon content bc her gojo just FEELS like gojo . it’s a little scary. i read bten and heard kaiji tang’s voice in my ear 😭 i think it’s sooo difficult to capture the balance that canon!gojo has, but niku does it so effortlessly!!! he’s so charming and guarded and annoying and kind beneath it all and i’m just….. in love with him . that’s all. i do want to strangle him just a tiny bit but mostly i want to kiss him.

sel’s col!gojo…. my baby my husband the loml. i adoreeeee sel’s take on gojo and the way he views/approaches love ….. and just like niku her gojo feels so real and so grounded!!!! sel has a way of rounding out her characters and making them feel so human, which i. adore. and it works so well with gojo. col!gojo is canon to me idc. he’s so relatable to me and following his story with col!reader was just so touching 🥹🥹 i . cried . every time he blushed or got flustered i fell to my knees . flustered gojo is really hard to get right i think??? bc it’s just….. such a rare mood from him. but it feels so perfect in her fics. col!gojo reminds me of a plant in the softest, most loving way and i just want him to grow and embrace the sun !!!!!!!! i want him to be happy….

another general pick; alexis’s gojo!!!!!! (link goes straight to my personal fav which is a very bold statement to make but i think abt this fic constantly)…. this is another gojo that just feels. so canon to me somehow???? every time i read her gojo fics i’m just like yeah…. that’s gojo satoru. that’s the gojo satoru that i love and adore. it always reminds me of WHY i love him sm and it’s just….. such a wonderful feeling yk??? alexis rlly captures what i perceive as the core of his character!!!!! i can’t tell you what it is exactly but i feel that so strongly!!!!! he’s my baby and i love him so so bad. he makes me so happy and he feels so human:((((( i just love him…. him and his self-destructive little habits….. also special shoutout to idol!gojo bc he’s just soo. yeah.

then we have io’s flower shop!satoru <333 the fic isn’t out as of rn, but i added a link to a snippet that i’m still swooning over….. i ADORE this concept and it’s so perfect for io’s gorgeous and flowery writing!!!! he was made for her fr…… i just really love the idea of a soft, gentle, smitten satoru 🥺 and him being a flower boy rlly scratches an itch in my brain because of his canon ties to flowers!!! the fact that he kind of views other people as flowers. or at least compared them to flowers in ch. 236….. i just feel like this concept is . genius. nature loves satoru and he loves it back . he’s a nurturing soul at his core imo and that’s not something i see people explore super often, but this au captures it perfectly <33

NOW. SUGU TIME.

moss’s knight!suguru…. my beloved. not a day goes by where i don’t think about him. there isn’t a single language on this earth that could properly convey the physical reaction i had when i read this drabble . this is . The most attractive suguru in the world. to me. he’s so sexy i’m sorry i need him so bad. we all know how i feel about knights and suguru individually so when you mash em together….. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah. my life was changed. the armour the blood the contrast between his polite exterior and gritty fighting … i’ll be so honest just the idea of knight!suguru fighting using his fists instead of his sword is enough to have me falling to the floor in agony like i NEED him. you don’t understand. you will never understand. it physically pains me to know that he will never beat ts out of me. BUT YEAH HE’S JUST SOOO???? he’s so hot and cool and Doomed and i desire him carnally

then we have mickey’s suguru :3 he’s just….. soooo fucking charming? it’s sickening . i can’t stand him. he’s perfect and i need him. mickey always writes him in a very wolfy way while also making him feel so soft and sweet and i just…. adore it. he’s a loverboy first and foremost and he makes me sooooooo happy it’s insane…… i’m linking my personal fav sugu fic of his but i truly adore them all!!!!!!!!! his suguru is just . theee most charming man alive and that’s all i can really say to properly convey my feelings. this particular fic genuinely wrecked me i got soooooo flustered just reading it 💔💔💔 save me sweaty!sugu…….. save me……….. he’s a wolf he’s a romantic he’s a cooer and most importantly he’s my Wife :33

kairo’s suguru is soooo lovely and so hot but i’m especially in love with black is the colour!suguru….. he’s just. so hot i’m sorry. not really though. tattoo artist sugu 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 with his piercings …. his honeyed voice…… his boundless devotion…… heavy breathing . he’s so mommy in this. but also so Father. that’s the best way i can explain it aaaaaaand i’m terribly weak to it……. he’s just so perfect there are SO many scenes in this fic that made my knees buckle 😔😔 he’s so sweet and doting and complex and just hhhhhhhhhhhHHH kairo if you see this you’ve ruined me for life…… specifically thinking about the scene where he worries he acts more like a dad than a boyfriend sometimes + where he calls reader his dove…… i need him in my life i need him to fix me

lily’s poseidon!suguru stole my heart very recently and i have ….. not stopped thinking of him since. i love any take on suguru as a god and lily’s version is just so genius . suguru being a god of the sea????? it’s perfect….. and the fact that he’s so gentle and coaxing and sweet 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 just the way he speaks in this drabble had me captivated he is truly the god of all time….. and his DESIGN . the concept in itself. i know for a fact that he’s the most stunning man you’ll ever see. he’s so almighty and powerful and he speaks so softly and gently but you hear every word crystal clear because he just has this Presence…… i rlly can’t stop thinking about him.

then we have rem’s suguru!!!! who is the acts of service king of All Time. and i’m obsessed with him. i love chatting with rem because i love her but also because we always agree on suguru and her thoughts always make me feel insane….. he NEEDS you to need him. he needs to take care of you. or he’ll literally explode. he’s such a caretaker and i can’t get enough of him….. that’s really the Core of suguru’s character imo!!!! his desperation to take care of others. he wants to take care of you more than he ever takes care of himself because doing that makes Him happy. and rem just captures that so, so perfectly, yknow?????? oughhhh her sugu is just so Mommy i need him to coddle me :(((((

aaaaand finally!!!!! last but not least!!!!!!!! rheya’s vamp!sashisu :33 i know you asked for stsg specifically but i’m throwing in shoko as a bonus bc they’re All characterized so well in this. they live rent free in my silly little brain . there’s not a single person on this planet that i trust to write poly sashisu more than rheya bc she just Gets them!!!!! and….. vamp!sashisu..,… lord save me…….. they could drain me like a capri sun idec. I LOVE THEM!!!!!! their preferred biting spots just feel soooo in character and the fact that they’re all so gentle makes me emotional 🥺🥺 generally speaking i’m not super into vamps but rheya entered my life and i was changed forever . i need them so bad

i wasn’t gonna tag anyone originally, but i want you guys to know how much i love you and think abt your silly little guys actually... thank u for letting me read abt them 🥹

@stellamancer @seiwas @kissxcore @neptuneblue

@mossmotif @dollsuguru @teddybeartoji

@storiesoflilies @hayakawalove @satoruxx

[myownwholewildworld]

chapter 9 | main masterlist | series masterlist

out: friday 13th aug (p.s. i love fridays the 13th) pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now) a/n: hello there! this week has been emotionally draining and it's only wednesday wtf 🫠 but writing this chapter has been therapeutic in a way so there's that! (also it's free unlike actual therapy lol) i'm leaving here a teeny tiny snippet of chapter 10, hope you guys like it! 🥺 thank you everyone for reading and overall being amazing <3 see ya! x snippet warnings: angst. buckets of it?

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You suddenly groaned and Joel’s alertness went through the roof. He held you in his arms as you stirred, trying to get away in your haziness.

“Cold, so cold”, you mumbled, your eyes fluttering open for a brief second, your trembling hands looking for something to hold on to.

Joel captured both of your hands in one of his so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“I know, I know, baby, but I need to cool you off. You have a fever”, he reasoned with you, but your neurons were firing up so much with pain that your brain could not really register his words.

“Joel, it― it hurts, please make it stop”, you begged, more unconscious than awake.

The lump in his throat grew bigger at your plea. He knew he had to do it but couldn’t find the strength. Was he a coward? Was he so afraid of solitude that he would put you through such hellish torment?

“I will, darlin’, I will. Just gimme a minute, please”, Joel murmured against your temple, holding you tight, his breath shaking with anticipated sorrow.

He did not want to say goodbye. Joel was fucking scared of bidding you farewell ― his heart racing so fast, the pain in his chest returned worse than before.

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[queenofbaws]

top 5 vhawke moments <3 (whether that be vhawke in general or your own interpretation)

gasp!!! challenge accepted ;)c heuheuhehueuhe guess i have to ramble now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the numero uno is always going to be returning the tethras signet ring, because um??? hello???????? helLO????? hey i found this. the last real remaining physical object connecting you to your family. i thought you'd probably want it. yeah, it's a ring. yeah, no, there's nothing symbolic about that. it's fine. it's cool. i know you thought you'd never see it again. yeah, don't mention it :) LIKE WHERE DO YOU EVEN START WITH THAT THO??? the two characters. who slowly but surely. have suffered the agonizing losses of every. last. member. of their families. hawke knows what that ring means. varric knows hawke knows. they joke about the whole thing to avoid admitting it. HOW AM I MEANT TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS BIOWARE?!

"you people have done enough to her." just. just dig a hole for me to lie in. bury me. the ANGER in varric's voice. throughout 2 and even up until then in da:i, he's our fun little guy. jokes galore. sure there are moments here or there where that facade breaks, but in that moment, that fight with cassandra? he is. pissed. and he is. tired. he watched kirkwall eat at hawke for so long, watched the chantry take more than its fair share, and here's cassandra, suggesting it still wasn't enough? that she should've been at the conclave too? that after everything the powers that be took from her, stole from her, ripped out of her, how dare he hide her from them to protect what was left??????????? screams

i don't know if it counts as a "moment" per se, but god. just. hard in hightown. in general. aslkdjfalksjdf i don't know who reads. any snippet of that story. and walks away with a conclusion other than "oh, so like, he's in love-in love, huh? all right.' laughter like chantry bells. eyes the color of jewels. the picture of elegance and beauty even when she's in mourning. i see you, varric tethras. i fucking see you.

"i skipped the parts about us." 🥺 i will never. ever. recover. from knowing what we could've had, lmaooooooooooooooo. PERSONALLY, i am...so in love with the idea of a vhawke romance being completely off-screen, all considering. like there's no world in which varric was going to tell cassandra the details of his and hawke's relationship, no way. not happening. that little wink at the end would've been all i needed, and so i refuse to let it go 😫

finally, this is...so small comparatively, but in da:i, once you finish everything leading up to here lies the abyss, hawke and varric just hang out together in front of the war room, and...idk man. idk. it touches my heart every time. it's such a tiny little moment, absolutely unimportant, but you see them standing together like that, and for a moment - just for a SECOND - it feels like they're just. together. and chatting. and things are okay. you know things aren't normal. they know things aren't normal. but there they are, pretending and hoping the way they've done a million times before. *sniff*

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

are you perhaps willing to give a tiny snippet of the desert husbands whip 🥺

a snippet! a snappet! a small snitch of s'maul??

as you wish!

-dilf season 2 ch 37-

Obi-Wan runs a hand back through his hair to neaten the strands a bit, some sixth sense telling him the humidity is playing havoc with it. "If you must know, I was there as a slave. The order had decided I was… best placed as part of the agricorps. Except I was kidnapped from my post, and put in chains. It took time, but I eventually staged a revolt."

Maul chokes on air. "You mean to tell me- the jedi order nearly sent-" he stops to cough a laugh, "-the greatest soresu master they had seen in an age, to be a farmer? A ploughman?"

"It's a… noble career. Feeding people is important," he tries, but it sounds unconvincing even to his own ears. He had been devastated to be relegated to agriculture instead of knighthood. Not that it wasn't a powerful calling… but it wasn't his.

Maul loses it, wheezing quietly with mirth, his force presence flaring obnoxiously.

Obi-Wan sighs, expansively. "It's not that funny."

"Farmer! They would have made you a farmer!" the man crows.

He glowers. "If you're quite done, we could maybe focus on the test…"

"Oh, cursed line of Aith'zin, that is truly the most hilarious thing I have ever heard. Obi-Wan Kenobi, expert in- in radishes and soil amendments." He hears a slap, like the sith had struck a palm to his metal thigh. "I am even more grateful the jedi did not come for me! Can you imagine what mundanity they would have subjected me to? School teacher, hmmm? Secretary? Potter?"

At this rate, Obi-Wan is sure he will run out of sighs before they reach the end of this place. A lifetime supply used up in an afternoon.

"Oh, no, I know!" The sith smacks him on the shoulder, "A mechanic! I could have spent my sad little life as a jedi puppet repairing watering drones right alongside you in the agricorps."

Obi-Wan thinks about that for only a minute, and immediately resolves never to think about it again.

Him, Maul, quiet days, and the steady growth of crops? If the worst he had ever done in life was to be mediocre at growing things and argue all the time with his mechanic…?

...it would have been so much better than the fruition of reality.

"You never know," he says without tone, "It could have been a fulfilling life."

The sith makes a noise like a dying space whale.

Obi-Wan glares. "You sound like a demented purgill, I hope you know… I- wait, how did you know where my shoulder was? It's pitch black in here. I'm surprised you didn't smack me in the head."

"Oh see, there is this thing called the living force," Maul begins, snide, "and through it all living things are connected."

"I hate you," he replies mildly.

"Good," the man purrs.

[ddejavvu]

mei i absolutely CANNOT wait for another day do you think we can get a little snippet of love to lie part 3 just to keep us going pretty please with sugar on top? 🥺

so the thing about love to lie part three 😭 IT'S NOT DONE. i feel so fucking bad, especially because of how sweet everyone has been about parts one and two, but i thought when i posted part one surely i'll have enough time in two weeks to finish part three!! and i was mostly correct!! i finished damn near all of it!! i only have one scene left to write!! and i have a good chunk of time tonight, and i have a habit of waiting until the last minute and absolutely powering through my deadlines, so there's still a good chance it'll be posted totally on schedule, but just in case it's not, please accept this snippet as apology and compensation 😭 i hope you enjoy and i'm sorry for not keeping up my end of the bargain! at most you'll have to wait a day or two more, but i'm hoping i can pull through on time :')

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You rush back to the bed with the cover of the photo album already cracked, though you show it off with a gooey grin, “You were enamored with me from the moment you saw me, Brad.”

“Of course I was,” He laughs, ringing his arm around your neck to hug you tight to his side while you flip to the first page. He peers at your scrunched-up baby face, vague memories of kissing your nose flashing through his mind from when you were younger, and it was the only thing that could get you to stop crying.

“You’ve always been the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He swipes a finger over a photo of you together, stroking it along your cheek where he was feeding you mushed-up green beans. “See? I was so entranced I didn’t even notice you were about to kick me.”

He points to your tiny foot, clothed in a onesie with dogs on it, and poised ready to fire. You’d bet money that right after the photo had been taken, you had launched your foot into his knee, and you hope little Bradley wasn’t brought to tears over it. 

“Sorry, baby,” You hum, voice just as sticky-sweet as your kiss is against his cheek. He leans into it, and you’re not expecting him to, so you smear a bit more spit over his face than you’d intended. However, when you laugh incredulously and try to wipe it off, he wriggles away from your shirtsleeve, insisting on keeping the mark.

“No! I fell out of the sky three days ago,” Bradley gripes, head held high, “I get to keep all of the gross kisses you give me.”

“I’d launch a gross kiss attack if I wasn’t worried about hurting your ribs,” You lament, settling back into his side, “Oh, Brad, look at this one!”

It was your first halloween together. Bradley’s sporting a yellow hat in the picture, with bear ears on top, and a red shirt over his chubby baby belly. His pants are the same shade as his hat, and you’re the Piglet to his Winnie the Pooh as you sit in a pink onesie and matching ear-hat in his lap.

You tug the photo out of its sleeve, reading Carole’s neat inscription on the back: Bradley cried just a few minutes after we took this, because we looked away for a second and when we turned back he was feeding Y/N a snickers bar. We didn’t mean to yell, but we freaked out and spooked him, and he wouldn’t stop crying unless we told him he could finish the rest of the bar. Winnie the Pooh does NOT like raised voices.

“Crybaby,” You tease, and Bradley groans.

“I was a kid! They yelled at me! Of course I cried!”

“Poor baby, you just wanted to feed me chocolate,” You croon, turning sympathetic at the sight of his exasperated brown eyes, “You’ve always been good to me, Brad.”

“Always,” He promises, squeezing you tighter, then pointing at the next page over, “Aw, look at that. They dressed you up as the turkey for thanksgiving.”

“We fell asleep in front of the fire,” You recall, not from memory but from the stories you’ve been told, and the pictures you’d seen, “We were both milk drunk and stuffed from dinner.”

“Still nappin’ together all these years later,” Bradley grins, leaning in to brush his nose against yours.

“Let’s nap together forever,” You sigh as you nestle your cheek back against his arm.

[ddelline]

wip saturday (feat post-canon nobamaki & platonic h/c champions yūji/nobara)

blurb | that's right, we're back to this one. rocking up at 16k at the moment, I'm thinking of rounding it up....... soon....... I hope lmao god f*cking damnit. it wasn't meant to be this. anyway, nobamaki to the nation, I have no regrets after all

premise | ngl, this snippet now posted may be one of my fave parts in this, even though it's not nobamaki at all. usually I keep on those scenes, but it's barely a quarter of the full scenario, so. anyway I love my dysfunctional, trauma!bonded sibling-coded friends 4 life!yūji/nobara (what would their ship acronym even be lol) sfm wtf 🥺 yea so feat post-canon yūji & nobara & comatose megumi (sry boo, it makes for gud Angst what can I say) Going Thru It; part of the post-canon nobamaki that's been in the works for a while now, exploring trauma, and what surviving sukuna & kenjaku does to a bitch

The corridor outside Fushiguro’s suite unfolds barren and bloodless in both directions. Nobara clicks the door shut behind herself and steps to the left. She leans heavily into the wall and tips her chin upwards. She feels small, prone to shattering; feels the shape of her heart in her throat—how it presses wet and bloody and heavy against her trachea. She digs her fists into her eyes and knuckles across her eyeballs until stars pang on the insides of her eyelids.

Her voice, once she trusts it to come through as something more than disjointed, reedy breaths and gulped breaths, is wet and pitiful. “Fucking—shit. Goddamnit, Fushiguro.” 2019 coming in hot and hopeful as a thing with feathers, she thinks, and thunks her head against the wall. Her eyes are smarting with unshed tears. She tugs the sleeve of her sweater over her knuckles and reaches up, mopping angrily at her lower lashes.

She’s not sure if she gets five or fifteen more minutes to herself before the door clicks softly open. Itadori sticks out his head. Nobara refuses to look at him. He doesn’t push. Only steps out to join her. In the greater span of things, her feelings don’t exactly matter, but she feels like she needs every tiny, feeble victory that can be afforded her.

“It’s okay now. He’s steady again,” says Itadori. He nudges her with his foot. She shuffles left to give him space to sit down next to her.

“We should call Ieiri-san,” says Nobara. She’s tired; all the adrenaline flushed from her system. Itadori nods. “I did. She’s coming.”

Nobara isn’t sure what she expects from the situation now, but whatever it is, it certainly isn’t for Itadori to hook his arm over her shoulder and tug her flush against himself. Nobara stiffens. “Stop that,” she says. Itadori doesn’t deign her with a reply. Nor, apparently, will he budge. She wedges a palm between them and pushes at his ribs. “What are we, five? You think it’s all gonna be okay with a hug? Let go.”

It’s what she thinks and what she feels—but it’s got maybe half her heart in it at best. She’s fraying in the seams: it makes everything seem a little heavier; all of Itadori's clammy puppy dog love a little less urgent to quash beneath the heel of her boot. She shoves at him weakly again, mostly for posterity; it contains little energy, less genuine protest. Itadori seems to sense it as well as Nobara knows it, and responds in turn by tensing his triceps—fashions an unyielding cage of his arm and side.

Fuck. “Fine.” Nobara isn’t so dumb she can’t gauge a situation’s futility when it’s staring her balefully in the eye. She lets her hand drop between them. “Breathe a word of this to a single soul and I’ll have you dismembered.”

“Yeah, yeah,” says Itadori. She can’t see it, but she knows he’s just rolled his eyes. He shifts carefully around until he’s semi-facing her. “C’mon, move with me.” 

Nobara concedes without any more protests; tolerates herself being rearranged and only slits a half-hearted glare up at his dumb face for it. Itadori touches her no more than necessary, though no more carefully than Nobara suspects he does anyone or anything else. She twitches only marginally when palms not her own are fitted on the outside of an elbow; when they push on the flat of her bicep, and tugs her forward by the shoulder. Once he has her fitted in the crook of his arm and bracketed between his knees, her forehead pressed into his shoulder, he stills.

Nobara sighs. She offsets more weight into her forehead, allows for her neck to go slack and shuts her eyes. She’s beginning to accept that she needs one or more forms of rest, preferably right now, if she’s going to stand even the slimmest chance against the deep-seated fatigue that’s making a home of the physicality of her. 

They sit like that for a while: Itadori curled like an open bracket around her; Nobara sagging progressively heavier into the curvature of his ribs. His left arm is warm and solid where it’s hefted over her shoulder. After a while he fits his chin over the cap of her skull. Nobara blinks into the darkness of him. Her thoughts are beginning to take on a sticky quality like warm tar. “Itadori,” she muffles into his sweater.

Itadori presses his chin almost imperceptibly downwards. “Hm?”

“Happy New Year. Shithead.”

[felassan]

Thoughts on the Dragon Age cookbook preview pages! ◕‿◕ I'm popping this under a cut in case there's anyone who doesn't wish to be spoiled about the contents of the cookbook.

One of the recipes lists a contributor, a BioWare game developer (game economy designer) whose first name is Harel. "harel" is a word in the elven language and so I just wish to say, 10/10 name.

Some of the props in some of the images on the preview pages (like the Inquisitor helmet and some banners, e.g. in Roast Turkey with Sides) remind me a lot of some of the DA props I saw on the approach to/queue line of the Dragon Age/no longer officially "Dragon Age" theme park ride when I went there hh.

I wonder who is the character whose 'voice' is being used to write the book? Are all the recipes from one person, Thedas' culinary world's answer to Genitivi? Or perhaps there are multiple 'voices'? perhaps, like "The Whole Nug" 'book' which was included in World of Thedas, they're written/compiled by Lady Savarin Ledoure? the style of these recipes reminds me of The Whole Nug.

I think I remember reading somewhere that some of the recipes in The Whole Nug in WOT were written/contributed by devs. not a surprise then that this also seems to be the case for some of these recipes!

the accompanying image for Varric's Favorite Cinnamon Rolls reminds me a bit of Skyrim sweet rolls.

I like that the little recipe introduction blurbs link to existing lore (like Paragon Varen) while also providing some new lorepieces (the competition to be crowned "Orzammar's Best Sauce" for example, correct me if I'm wrong on that one though). the thing I'm most excited about about the cook book is these snippets of new lore. ◕‿◕

obligatory mention of this

also I recognize that this is extremely niche to me as a person LOL but I really hope there's a tiny reference to Serault and Seraultine cuisine in there somewhere

I thought this was sweet and that the meta commentary (fans with their fav blorbos) was funny :')

also, it isn't lost on me that Varric's "favorite" dish yields "8 to 10 servings". It's something that you can make and serve to, or share with, a big group of friends. that's exactly like Varric, and the DAII 'found family' crew. 🥺

[ereardon]

sneak peak of She Calls Him Daddy?🥺

Y'all really want DILF Bob don't you??? Summary for DILF Bob here.

OK here's a snippet (I have about 1.2K words written so far):

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed as the man’s hands caught your waist, hauling you to standing. “Thank you!” 

A gasp left your mouth as you looked up. 

“Mr. Floyd.” 

“Y/N.” His voice was deep, sultry. You felt your face flush with embarrassment. He leaned down and retrieved the discarded hanger and black lingerie from the floor. But instead of handing it to you, he held it up and examined it. 

“I’m, uh, buying it for a friend,” you lied. 

Bob Floyd’s blue eyes met yours. His tone was patient, his mouth in a hard line. “Is that so?” he asked. “Not Anna I hope.” 

“No, of course not.” At the mention of Anna, your best friend and Bob Floyd’s daughter, you wanted to crumple into a million pieces. You could never tell her that her father had caught you buying lingerie or that you had literally fallen into his arms like a damsel in distress. 

Even if it made you ache between your legs. Even if a part of you had been crushing on Mr. Floyd since you were sixteen. 

You couldn’t even admit it to yourself that sometimes, when you slept with Jonah, your college fuck buddy, that you pictured Bob Floyd’s face when you closed your eyes. Same when you had your vibrator pressed tightly against your clit beneath the covers in the privacy of your dorm single. It was Bob Floyd’s face looming in your mind as you let yourself break apart. 

Bob gripped the hanger tightly. He looked at the bodysuit and then at you. You felt like you could melt from the intensity of his gaze, even if it only lasted a second. “That would look good on you,” he said, voice low and you felt your heart beating erratically in your chest. “But this would look better.” He reached out and pulled a bra and panty set from the next rack over. It was a white bra with sheer demi cups and a matching high-waisted thong with a thick waistband and tiny pearls dotting the band. Clipped onto the hanger was a lace trimmed garter.

[daycourtofficial]

just got round the reading the snippet and i fear this fic will be THE fic of all fics; the part about atlas being grumpy if he woke up and wasn’t on his mama’s chest??? 🥺🥺 had me thinking of baby atlas vibrating with excitement and squealing/kicking his teeny tiny legs whenever he sees gingerfucker like omgggg he loves his mama so much 😭

I’m so excited for this fic it truly has everything you could hope for 😭

[musette22]

Minniieee to your other anon about Buckys arm.. I don’t think neither that you’re overly sensitive, I literally had to pause and cried a bit because it was so shocking seeing the arm like that, and the way rocket spoke and how nebula looked at him made me think the worst. I really hope they explain something like Bucky himself send it to him or something like that (because I really like the guardians and I’m still watching almost everything Marvel makes because ugghh I hate them but I wanna believe they’ll make Bucky justice🫠🤦🏻‍♀️) and also I know you didn’t see Those Terrible movies 😂 but I really thought Nebula had a growth spending that time with Tony in space sooo I don’t wanna believe what some people are saying about that, but what can we expect from Marvel?!!! Ugghhhh!!!

Maybe you don’t wanna post all this about the other movie and all that but just tell your other anon they’re not alone 🥺💜

Oh honey, I'm sorry, I forgot to reply to this one earlier and now with what we learned about that scene yesterday it's just.... Ugh, so sad and disappointing, but unfortunately not surprising. It's kind of incredible how they manage to majorly fuck with two disabled characters in one tiny little snippet of a frikkin holiday special 🙃 I still think this isn't actually a 'sneak peek' of what'll happen to Bucky, I can't imagine Marvel just dropping something major like that in so casually. So my guess is this was just a 'funny joke' that won't actually have any bearing on upcoming Bucky or Nebula content. But I could we wrong, we'll have to see. Sigh. But even though I'm not surprised, I am really sorry that Marvel managed to once again disappoint you (and all of us) so much, lovely 😔 Sending you a big hug 💜💜💜

[whumpsical]

⭐️💙👁😭🧠

YOU’RE SO AMAZING!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

🥺😱😱💖 omg thank u!! This was so much fun to compile!

each of the snippets below the cut will have their own content warnings <33

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⭐ share a snippet where a character is the best at something

contents: trafficking/forced prostitution, mention of snuff, dissociating, internalized slut shaming, a hint of nsfwhump

Jian tried his best not to think about it anymore. If he stopped caring about what happened to his body, if he lost his mind enough, he could take a cock down his throat like he was still getting paid for it.

That was why Lucia was keeping him out of the snuff rooms, anyway. He had a pretty face and even prettier screams for the position, a fact that Lucia was happy to remind him of every time he was chosen to serve another violent but non-lethal client, how his skills in cocksucking made up for the one-time profit. As long as he kept it up.

He could do that. He could check out, let his eyes go blank and let Lucia's clients do what they wanted to him, work his dumb whore magic and swallow, keep them coming back for him, keep himself alive. As long as Lucia didn't expect him to show some kind of gratitude to her for holding him just above the chopping block.

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💙 share a snippet where a character falls out of love a little

contents: a drug/alcohol relapse fueled booty call, a whole stockholm/lima syndrome mess

this comes from an au with @yet-another-heathen where Garcia kept Jian as his pet <33

"...with your invitation? Believe me, if you wake up tomorrow morning and still have the mind to I would love nothing more in the world than to fuck you so good neither of us manage to get out of bed for days."

Jian set his frosty down and hugged his knee to his chest, bracing his foot on the rim of the empty Home Depot bucket.

He wasn't scared of Garcia. For some bizarre reason, he could trust him. Somewhere deep in the demented chemistry of his brain, he still knew he could trust him. That's why he'd called him. Not because he hoped he'd get whisked away to be held in indefinite captivity, but because he knew he wouldn't.

And right now, that realization made the thought of going back to him like this so wholly unappealing that he couldn't help but sniffle out a tiny, derisive laugh at his own expense. This whole stupid scheme of his was supposed to hurt. Garcia had said it himself, Jian was out here looking to take his punishment into his own hands.

Still, to have such bad taste in men that Garcia was off the list was an unexpected blow.

"I don't... I don't think I will."

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👁 share a snippet where the character is very visually engaged/a snippet with description

contents: Jian being drunk, back in his whoring era

Someone touched him from behind, shoving past. Someone else nearly knocked the cup from his protectively raised hand, but Jian just flowed with all the movement around him, swaying between and bumping into anonymous bodies who blinked in and out of existence along with the rhythm of the strobe lights. A girl in front of him, he couldn't remember what she'd just introduced herself as, but right now they were headed towards the back patio to meet one of her friends.

Jian liked her shoes. Tall studded platforms in lime green, their apparent hue shifting dramatically with the utra-saturated red and violet and blue lights that flooded the space. Each of the metal studs on the heel reflected every single little light that surrounded them, making the girl's shoes glitter and flash in Jian's eyes like disco balls.

He knew they had made it outside when the thrumming in his ears reached a pitch louder than the noise around them, and the girl's shoes only shimmered with the golden string lights that stretched across the patio.

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😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

contents: trafficking/forced prostitution, discussion of death

"Chris is dead," Jian told Greta plainly, once both of them had been locked into their room early the next morning, hours before sunrise. Jian didn't feel anything saying it out loud. Maybe relief. He was too numb to really know.

Greta gave a wry chuckle and a nod, but her veil of sarcasm was moth-eaten and rotting. Even in the dark, Jian could see an emptiness in her eyes that must have matched his own.

"If... if I ever..." Jian stuttered and fell from his track. He averted his gaze, finding Greta's impassive, moonlit face unsettlingly lifeless. "Don't let me go like that, Greta. If I get sick, don't– don't let me die like that. Please."

For a long time, Greta didn't say anything, and Jian was already mentally fortifying himself to take on the task if it came down to it.

When she did speak, Greta's voice was unnaturally flat and quiet.

"That's a lot to ask. You'd do the same for me?"

"Yes," Jian said without hesitation, not knowing yet if he actually did have the courage to deliver on his end of the promise. But he knew he couldn't bear an ending like the one he'd just watched Chris endure.

"Okay," Greta agreed, and the two of them never said another word about it.

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🧠 share a snippet where the character realizes something important

contents: slavery in a historical fantasy setting, failed escape

another crossover with @yet-another-heathen!! this one's how my Morgo entered his Jackal universe <33

The creature approached them once more, and Morgo watched, paralyzed with overstimulation and aching from the heat, as the ifrit handed over a selection of raw emerald along with a small handful of gold coins. Morgo stopped breathing entirely. That was more than enough to--

No. NO. He was not fucking leaving with these demons. If he had one choice left to make in his life, he would choose how he fucking departed from it. He would prefer to perish in the open desert and be buried alone under whirling sands than spend his final few hours among these horrible creatures. Without any care for how savagely it shredded what skin remained on his wrists and neck, Morgo used his body to wrench the rope from beneath Ashok’s foot and sprinted off, making for the clearest horizon line he could find.

His feet never touched the sand. In less than a blink, the ifrit took him down with one huge hand and laid him flat to the fibers of the rug, forcing out a strangled moan from deep in Morgo’s gut.

[g0sts]

Guillermo, salmon, coconut, death 🥥

jamie u MENACE droppin all three ask memes at once, come over rq i just wanna talk (talking is code for fist-fighting you on behalf of how long this is gonna be)

(from this ask meme, this other ask meme, and this third one!)

first up Let's Talk About Gyemmo!

My favorite thing about him - he's Nice, sort of, when it benefits him, but he's definitely not A Good Person. he's just like me in that he's got that baby-faced Charm combined with a polite disposition that enamors people to him, but he's ruthless. he's just sweet about it. only this bitch can give up almost everything in his life in pursuit of pure selfishness and then struggle to accept that there's consequences ♥

My least favorite thing about him - mans has got to stop Leaving For Good For Realsies This Time at least once a season (twice in season two!!), he's gonna be the boy who cried Gone For Ever ('whale eyes at the coming finale but pretending i don't see it' voice)

My favorite canon relationship - you know im a nandermo bitch. they make each other worse and they might just turn out better for it. it's like watching two dogs who both want to play but are both just doing the little bow thing bc neither dog is taking the bait to chase so they're just whimpering and pawing at each other thinking "why doesn't he wanna [redacted] 🥺" it's pathetic, sort your shit out guys

My favorite non-canon relationship - That Year In London With Nadja. they never showed it to us but we all know it happened. they did mani-pedis and nearly killed each other multiple times and then she hired him as her accountant

The sexuality I headcanon for him - baby boy canonically gay and that's such a win ♥ i do hc him as trans but you knoowwwww that's some juicy little projection i like to do~

What I’d do if I could spend the day with him - in all honesty i do not anticipate that we would get along! like if i'm lucky he lures me home to be dinner but probably we would end up somewhere with a line unable to surpass our own giant social walls enough to do anything Cool. like, ok. is this pre s5? if i watch someone take a fork and knife to a burger i am Leaving Immediately

Random fact about him I like - the little snippets we get about his family life and what he gets up to off-camera. tell us more about the meat dress for your cousin's quinceañera!! u freaque, gimme more of this shit!! i'm obsessed!!

OK WE MADE IT LET'S GOOO

Salmon: How many pairs of sunglasses do I own? triangles, tiny shades, blurple circle shades, alien circle shades, ghosts, cat circle shades, and i think i still have the coral foldable shades but i haven't seen em in a while? so 6 or 7. for now.

Coconut: A subject I enjoy learning about crafting historyyyy how shit's madeeee show me the machinesss show me vintage vintage patterns, show me how vikings made yarn and then make a scarf out of it

AND LASTLY

Death: 3 things I wanna do before I die 1) go to New York City 2) get a tattoo 3) i wanna get married 👉👈 specifically i am holding out hope that i can connect with someone and forge that level of love trust and commitment that makes you decide "yeah this is a Forever thing" even if Marriage Specifically isn't on the table for whatever reason. thot i had it once! so i can get there again! just gotta do the hard part and meet the right person, which includes meeting a lot of Not the right people 🤷‍♂️

[grandlovescheme]

Hello! Sorry for bothering you, I know you're on vacation right now and I hope you're having fun, but can you share fighter au snippet with us even if you have a tiny bit? 🥺❤️‍🩹

is it wrong of me to beg for a fighter teaser when youre on your vacay? 👀

Hey guys, you're so sweet still thinking of fighter! I am having fun, thank you 💕 buuut I also wrote a lot actually, on the long train rides, so I can share something! :) Thank you for messaging me and enjoy this little bit!

"What are you going to do tonight?" she asked.

"Urgh. Westerling's forcing me to go to a birthday party. One of the guys from the auto shop. It's going to be so… awkward. I don't even talk to him when I'm there."

Rhaenyra smiled. "He's forcing you to make friends like you're a lonely kid in a kindergarten… That's so cute."

"No, it really isn't."

"Adorable."

"Shut up."

She bit her lip, yet the smile taking over her face was winning out. No, this was why she'd kept choosing his company over her friends'. He always made her smile... and laugh... he made her happy, with such ease. It spoke of their connection from years ago, but also how compatible they were now. As friends. It meant that... no matter how different from each other they were, there was something… that connected them. In some way, they were the same. She felt it, with the kind of overwhelming certainty she only hoped he was feeling at least half of. 

[northerngoshawk]

2, 11, 15 for the WIP ask game??

thanks for the ask hotwife!!

obviously i will be talking about my forbidden lovers au for kataang because that is the only thing i have in the works rn 🥲

2. Do you set mini-deadlines or goals for yourself along the way?

i cannot do deadlines, mostly because irl is apparently very keen on throwing all the assignments it can at me 🥲 so instead i rely on tiny goals to get from point a to point b.

the way i'm writing this fic right now is actually very unorthodox of me: i'm skipping around and writing down the sections i have the most idea for so i don't end up forgetting how it goes, and then moving from there. so when i usually take a weekend or so to sit down, my goal is usually to finish up the section im working on and, if possible, start a new section. as i'm writing this now, i'm planning on taking tonight to finish my current section--one of the rare moments of free time i have on a weekday 🥲

11. What is your favorite way to procrastinate?

scroll through tumblr and/or meander on around discord in the hopes i can see someone having a convo and jump in lol 🥲 but tbh, i really don't like procrastinating that much--it's like every fiber of my being is telling me to write write write, but when i do open the document, my mind goes blank, and suddenly i don't want to write anymore.

ugh, why can't i just have someone else transpose the exact scenes and phrasing onto the document 🥲

15. What has been the easiest thing about working on this WIP so far?

writing the scenes i already have in mind. i actually already have a pretty clear idea on how and why kataang gets separated, what brings them back together, and the ending. and even if i have something vague like this actual, realtime note in my document:

[something about their childhood or something]

if i sit down and really think about it, i can usually come up with a scenario to fill that space. but even when i can't write it down right away, i can write a heck of a more detailed note to guide me, like i did here:

this was the result of a one-liner note that i sat down and really thought about before coming up with the scene i want to write for this section. really, the easiest part of the fic is thinking of the scenes; the hard part is actually writing it out.

so with that out of the way, even tho you didn't ask for it, i shall give you a snippet because i love talking about this more than writing it 🥲 and also kataang is very soft in this fic 🥺

“So then what do the stars remind you of?”

Katara had to hide a smile as gray eyes filled with stars turned to her. “There’s this old friend of mine,” she began carefully, looking down at the hard ground carpeted with grass, “that I hadn’t seen for a long, long time. He used to take me star-gazing and point out all these constellations he had in his own culture. We would spend those nights comparing them with the constellations from the Southern Water Tribe.” She idly plucked at some of the green stalks peeking out between her fingers. “I missed him dearly.”

Even in the dim light of the moon, Katara could see a glimmer in Aang’s eyes. “What a shame,” he murmured. His impressively straight face was ruined only by the twitches at the corners of his mouth, very clearly trying to suppress a smile. “He seems like a really nice guy.”

“He is,” she agreed, her own smile threatening to overtake her face. She looked back up to the sky. “Unfortunately, he had to go off and fight in the war.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “It’s been… rough, only having his letters to know he’s still alive.”

Aang shifted next to her. “I’m sure it was just as hard on him,” he offered. She looked over to see him looking up to the constellations. “It was probably difficult to keep waking up without your smile there to greet him.” He glanced over at her, his expression soft. “He probably missed you just as much as you missed him.”

thanks again for the ask, and i can't wait to share this fic with the rest of the world!!

WIP ask game