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[lhseungs]

* ˚ ✰    — ‘ INTO IT ’ l.heeseung

. . . WARNINGS / TAGS: idol!heeseung x f!reader, smut (minors dni!), fingering, slight exhibitionism and voyeurism (nobody can see but everybody can hear), sex was consensual but exhibitionism wasn’t, squirting, praise. wc: 850~

. . . SYNOPSIS: heeseung is yours and everyone else can only dream about having him, so he makes sure everybody knows who his one and only is.

. . . AN: my first post on this account! if it looks familiar, i wrote this about a character on my other blog. as always if you enjoy, follow, like, and reblog!

his neck was adorned with a black choker, a chain connected to it hanging down to his chest. his eyes were lined with black eyeliner, making his eyes glow brighter in the dark - you made a mental note to thank his makeup artist later. his red hand mic was in the corner of his dressing room, thrown on the couch and long forgotten. his earpieces were attached, hanging on his neck near his headset microphone. and his fingers, his long and slender fingers, were knuckles deep into your cunt.

many people wanted to be with heeseung. anyone who saw him, no matter their gender, fell in love. whether it was his heavenly voice or his insanely attractive looks, heeseung was loved and wanted by everyone. but his eyes were only focused on you. and he proved it to you by fucking you backstage at every concert.

this time, though, it was different. heeseung decided to keep his mic on and let the whole world know you’re his.

you tried so hard to stay standing, but the way his fingers curled in the right fucking places made you see stars. the room was already dark, but you could tell heeseung was smirking. his lips graced your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin knowing damn well the mark that’ll be left will cause raised eyebrows.

“o-oh my god, hee…” your fingers gripped heeseung’s arm, eyes shitting close as you feel a knot tighten in your abdomen. heeseung curled his fingers once more, reaching just the right places in you, and without warning you came. your juices coated his fingers as your orgasm came over you, but heeeung didn’t cease. sooner than you expected - and at heeseung’s record speed - you came a second time. you squirted all over heeseung’s pants, the liquid dripping down your cunt and onto the floor by your feet.

heeseung removed his fingers from your pussy and licked your juices off of his digits. he knew he didn’t have much time and that his manager would come any minute to tell him that the show would start soon, so he quickly removed his pants and let them drop to the floor as his hard cock sprang free from its restraints. he positioned himself in your entrance and said, “promise me you’ll make as much noise as possible, okay, doll?” and without waiting for an answer, he pushed himself inside of you.

a gasp escaped your lips as he bottomed out. your pretty lips, the lips heeseung wishes he could kiss all day. he took the chance and crashed his lips against yours, drowning out your moans. his tongue explored your mouth as he ruthlessly thrust in you. the mic on his cheek pressed against your own as he tilted your head to go in deeper.

the sound of heeseung pounding into you echoed the walls, your moans and his groans mingled in. your moans were like a melody to heeseung, a song he could never get tired of, a track he would constantly play on repeat no matter how many days go by. the lewd sound of your cunt sucking his cock into you and his balls slapping against you was the tune of his love for you, a ballad that only his ears were blessed enough to hear… except for today. the fact that everyone was able to hear his beautiful album made him unconsciously quicken his pace.

heeseung heard footsteps nearing towards his dressing room, rushing. with a calm expression, he lifted your chin to search for your eyes, and even in the dark, he was able to find them. “whatever you do, don’t stop. let everyone know how good i’m making you feel.” though puzzled, you nodded. heeseung smirked again. “my doll is so obedient.”

heavy banging against the door caused you to jump. heeseung didn’t stop pounding into you, even while his name was being yelled at by his manager, members, and even the security on the other side of the door. you did as you were told and didn’t stop moaning. your walls tightened against heeseung’s cock and you started slowly sliding down the wall. heeseung grabbed your waist and lifted you, then pushed you up against the wall, allowing himself to go deeper.

“‘seung,” his name escaped your lips in a moan, fingers gripping onto his shirt as if he would escape if you let go.

“say it again,” he said, holding you with one arm while his free hand began rubbing your clit.

“heeseung i’m-“

“say it again. who do you belong to?”

the knot in your stomach finally released and your legs began shaking around heeseung’s torso. “fuck, heeseung, fuck!” you screamed out his name, chanting it like it’s the only word in the dictionary, the only word that mattered. like it was a song stuck in your head, constantly on repeat. “you, you! i belong to you!”

heeseung adjusted the mic on his cheek, positioning it in a way he was sure to be heard. through the staff banging against his dressing room door and through your moans as your orgasm washed over you, he said loud and clear, “that’s my girl.”

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Mammon + M!MC With a Huge Cock

A/N: I’ve finally returned from my small little break and I’m back with more porn! This time it’s Mammon!! I love him so much so why not give him the whole damn package? And why not make it huge while I’m at it, right? 🌚

Tags: Bottom Mammon, size difference (both height and genitalia), blowjob, deep throating, Mammon loves your cock so you can technically call him a cock slut ig but I won’t put that in here, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, male MC/AMAB reader, light spanking, multiple sex positions, and creampies

When Mammon first took a look at your size, he fell in love

Surely he knew you were big because you were taller and more built than him, but he didn’t expect you to be this big

The first time he glanced at your cock, he was on his knees staring at how much bigger it was compared to his mouth

It twitched and leaked a lot of pre-cum and he wanted it in his mouth

He licked his lips and swallowed

And that’s when you ordered him to get to work

He started with licking from the base of your cock to the tip where he swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting you

Then he grabbed your shaft and started stroking slowly as he went down to suck on your balls

He couldn’t help but get excited as you groan

“Fuck, baby. You’re good at this.”

Praising him only made him work faster

He stopped stroking you and instead wrapped his lips around your tip before taking you in his mouth

You were big so he couldn’t fit all of you in, but he knows how to make up for that

He stroked whatever wasn’t in his mouth and started bobbing his head and sucking hard

He uses his tongue to lick your tip and the sides of your shaft

It drives you crazy

After some time, his movements become slow due to the fact that he was sucking harder and moving faster than he should have been

But once you entangle your hand in his hair, he goes feral

His cock twitches and his heart explodes

And he’s now deep-throating you at high speeds

You can’t help but moan and this only fuels him faster

He starts massaging your balls and humming around your length, using his tongue in whatever way is best

You’re cumming down his throat in a matter of seconds

You keep him shoved down your length as you paint his throat white

And considering how big your balls were, you held him there for a good, solid ten seconds before pulling him off

Now cut to you roughly pounding him into his mattress

He has his tongue out and eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he moans louder than your skin making contact with his

As you fuck him, his ass jiggles and you give him a few slaps on each of his ass cheeks

This makes him slam back onto your cock

And you find it so hot

You lean over his back and grab a fist full of his hair, pulling it back towards you and you bite his neck rather hard to leave a mark

Then you flip him around so his legs are on your shoulders and you’re bending him almost in half as you rail him into the sheets

He’s cumming and screaming your name

You follow soon after and you bury yourself deep inside, filling him

Once you pull out, your both too exhausted to clean up

So you just pull the covers over the both of you and cuddle together until either one of you gain the strength to properly clean

A/N: Genuinely loved writing this one and I hope I didn’t make too many spelling or grammar mistakes. I’ll be writing Solomon or Lucifer’s HC post next. So stay tuned for that!!

[wesstars]

heaven on earth (ii)

wednesday addams x fem!reader (mostly gn, only term used is “girl friend”)

summary: your friends-with-benefits situation with wednesday isn’t so friendly anymore, but if you could only uncover your own eyes, you might’ve noticed. wc: 5.5k tags: explicit, MINORS DNI! all characters involved are 18+. kinda ooc wednesday, painfully oblivious reader, bad fluff, fluff to smut, top!reader and bottom!wednesday, semi-public (car) sex, mild blood, biting, mild overstimulation. a/n: not sure how I feel about this lol. special thank you to 🕷️ anon for her ideas and workshopping <3 comments/asks welcome, as always!

read part one here! this can be read standalone, but is intended to be a continuation.

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For the fifth time, Wednesday slapped your thigh to get your attention. “Turn it down.”

You huffed a laugh, and figured it was time. You were playing your ‘obnoxious’ pop playlist, full of mostly Taylor Swift and random Korean bands. It was collaborative with Enid, and likely one of Wednesday’s least favorites. Lowering the volume, you tossed Wednesday your phone.

“Alright, it’s your turn.”

The two of you were driving back from a day trip to a nearby town—actually, you were supposed to be driving back the rest of Enid and Co, also, but while Wednesday was beyond ready to leave, they all wanted to stay and do something called a “holy trinity.” How someone could have so much alcohol in so little time was so bizarre to you, but then Wednesday, of all people, rolled her eyes and downed three shots in just as many minutes, and seemed no worse for wear. 

Seemed was the key word there—not a quarter of an hour later, she’d grabbed onto your arm, grip slack, and her eyes were becoming unfocused, roving all over your face only to miss your eyes and tack onto somewhere lower.

You’d coaxed her to eat something after that. Post French fries and buttered bread (she’d kill you after she knew you’d made her eat such unrefined food,) as well as a bottle and a half of water in, she’d mostly walked it off. You figured it was time to get Wednesday home. As far as you knew, the rest of your friends were still out, though you’d made Yoko promise to text you when they were leaving and when they got back. The windows were open in the car; the wind lifted Wednesday’s fringe off her forehead. You glanced over to where she was gingerly operating your phone, punching in letters on Spotify. Your heart twisted.

You didn’t really want to admit that weird feeling you had the first time, and all the rest of the times, you saw Wednesday. It was a sort of jittery one, with a swoop in your stomach, that made you want to prod her into a conversation. You’d gotten quite a bit more than you’d bargained for, from that first fateful kiss in the classroom, to every secret, heady rendezvous after. The last time you two had been intimate—fucked, in your bed—had left an indelible mark, natural as a shadow settled neatly in your chest. The bickering and play fights had only made things worse, and you knew you had to ignore it all, for Wednesday. To keep things the same, because… something’s better than nothing, right?

You supposed that “something” was where you were right now. Being her ‘girl friend,’ with a space in between, sex and unrequited feelings included, was the best place that you could ever be with her. You had those close moments with her that you could cherish, but also that emotional distance that Wednesday undoubtedly wanted. Perfect. Your childlike sentiments were ones that you were likely to carry in your heart, deep down, for fucking forever. They were never going to see the light of day.

Lilting piano filled the car, shoving images of you and Wednesday seated together before the keys into your mind. Your phone dropped back into your lap.

“Nocturne? In E minor.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“I’m surprised you know.”

“Hey!” Indignant, you nearly shot something back that was sure to start one of your bickering matches again, when an unfamiliar sound rang through the car, lovely as the music, but something you’d never heard before.

“Did you just laugh?”

Wednesday’s mumbled denial was covered up by your own laugh, bordering on hysterical as your heart picked itself up and started racing. 

“Do not insult me like that,” Wednesday grumbled, rubbing the hem of her sweater between her fingers. “Focus on the road. Dying with you in a car crash is too pathetic to even consider.” Though her words were sharp as always, her even tone had something in it that, if one wasn’t careful, could be mistaken as gentle.

You snorted again, unable to stop laughing. “And if a double decker bus…” you sang, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. Wednesday’s glare nearly sliced you clean in half, and you were smart for once, shutting up immediately. She wasn’t laughing anymore, and some part of you mourned that.

After Chopin played Liszt, Liebestraum no. 3, and you wondered if Wednesday knew how to queue on Spotify. You followed the winding road up the mountain. You’d be back at Nevermore soon, but selfishly, you didn’t want this to be over. It was an odd time, with no bickering, no siege, no sex, and who could blame you if you were feeling particularly, disgustingly, sentimental? Blame the Liszt.

Turning the car off the road, you pulled into a deserted vista point. Carpe diem, you thought, throwing caution to the wind and the car in park. 

“Why have you stopped?”

“Weds, we’re looking at the sunset.”

“I do not need to see it, it happens every day—”

“Oh, come on,” you laughed, unlocking the car doors and stepping out. With the wind whipping around you, blowing your hair every which way, you ducked to peek into the car. “Humor me, I guess. Don’t you feel sorry for me, or something?”

She gave you a pointed look. “I do not.” But she followed you out the car anyway.

Leaning on the hood, you looked out at the scene as she joined you. Spiky evergreens stretched out across the stony slopes, with the last vestiges of snow clinging to the tops. The sun stretched its longing light into the rapidly darkening east behind you, pulling taut the shadows and blanketing everything in an aureate shine.

You glanced over at Wednesday—despite her earlier protest, it seemed as if she was tolerating this. The tension around her brow was gone, and her arms hung relaxed by her sides. The silence wasn’t rare, but it felt reverent anyway. Your heart adored her in her outfit; it was something your mind refused to register. She was in black knee high boots, made of some leather you couldn’t pronounce, an inky dress, flowing in the wind, down to her thighs, and a soft deep gray sweater. There was a sort of bleeding sentiment, beginning to seep into your everyday life, into wondering what Wednesday would think of the book you were reading, imagining her reaction to Bianca’s quip, overthinking her hand clutching your sleeve in the courtyard.

You deliberated, vaguely, what it would be like if you tumbled down the mountainside, into those trees—would the wood be cushioning or bruising? It was a serious consideration, with all that you were feeling. Those damned feelings, ones that Wednesday would undoubtedly scorn, made you kick up the gravel underfoot in frustration.

Beside you, Wednesday cast an uninterested look over you at the noise, silently judging. A beat passed. She grabbed the collar of your shirt, wrinkling it, and pulled you into a bruising kiss. 

“I am going in the car. The back seat. Be not afraid.” She retreated, and gave a little smirk, one reserved for the golden light and dark trees.

It was purely unfair, as the blood rushed from your head to pool in your stomach, making your heart work overtime. Stumbling to the back seat, you’d barely sat down before Wednesday reached over to the console and locked the doors. She’d taken off her boots, leaving her legs clad in white socks scrunched around her calves.

She climbed into your lap without preamble, squeezing your hips with her thighs. The car roof meant she had to duck her head just a bit, giving you the perfect opportunity to press your lips to hers. Having Wednesday on top of you was the kind of thing that made your head spin. And spinning you were, down into that deep unending abyss where there was only the smell of hot sugar, pine, and iron. 

The Midas touch of the setting sun made Wednesday seem even paler, from her exposed knees to her small hands, glowing like some ethereal being. She kissed you as if she could wrap her teeth around you, like searching for sweetness in the corners of your mouth. Sure enough, there was something about her, a sense of urgency, that threatened to take in all of you. 

“This dress is nice,” you murmured, pushing it up her pale thighs, rubbing away the red marks her boots left on her calves. Your hands continued upward, to the light dampness of her inner thighs.

“You said you liked it last time.” Wednesday immediately glanced away, as if she hadn’t meant to say those words. There was a faint flush to her cheeks again, but the two of you were fogging up the car windows.

You ignored the pulsing in your stomach that traitorously screamed she wore this for me? “It’s enchanting,” you said. “Like a witch of the wood.”

You nosed your way into the nape of her neck again, a favorite spot of yours, unable to stop your stupid mouth from running. “I adore it…” You pulled her tighter to your lap, skimming the seam of her underwear at the juncture of her thigh. “Can I touch you, Wednesday?”

“Get on with it,” she said, breathlessly, indulging you with a quick quirk of her lips. 

Skimming the back of your hand up between her thighs, you sent your other hand to palm her chest through her dress. You felt her through her panties, the fabric soft and smooth from her slick. Dipping your hand below the waistband, you wasted no time finding her clit. Her breath came down hard—it was her tell, you knew, even when her face remained mostly impassive.

She was sensitive today, back arching with a small gasp as soon as you touched her. Hand shooting past your head, Wednesday grabbed onto the headrest, hard enough for the leather to creak. Her outstretched arm was right next to your head, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss the inside of her elbow. 

She sighed, unfurling tendrils of a storm in smooth skies. “You have all of me,” Wednesday said, something soft.

You press a kiss to Wednesday's forehead, equally soft, as you curl your fingers again. “If only, Wednesday,” you said, unthinking.

Wednesday froze, squeezing her other hand on your shoulder hard enough to leave pretty bruises under your collared shirt.

You pulled back, cocking your head. “What is it?”

She furrowed her brow at you, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, then glanced away quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Your fingers traced another circle around her clit.

“Stop asking.” Her voice was firm, but it had a waver in the middle, like she’d almost changed her mind. 

“I’ll stop asking,” you whispered, “if you tell me what’s up.” Her eyes were glazed over with a sheen not unlike her slick that coated your fingers, something shiny and sweet. 

“You’re hopeless,” she said, not even a second before she clapped her hand over your mouth.

What an Addams wants, an Addams gets, you surmised, blinking quickly. You rubbed your free hand up and down her thigh, trying to soothe her, but she only moved her hand to grip your jaw, her intent the sear of fire through the underbrush.

“I do not like repeating myself,” she said quietly, “so listen closely.” She shifted closer to you on your lap, car leather squeaking, settling on her knees so your nose was in her collar. She reached down and gave you a handkerchief from her pocket. Knowing what she meant, you pulled your fingers from her warmth, feeling a hard lump in your throat. “And make no noise.”

You nodded. She looked wild on top of you, hair mussed from your make out session, the apples of her cheeks a dusty rose.

“Honesty colors me,” she said by way of explanation. “And you talk too much, so this is how it will have to be.” She seemed to think for a moment, biting her lip. Her burgundy lipstick contrasted so starkly with her gray sweater, as if she was the only screaming color in a black and white world. She might hate that, you mused absently. Maybe she was more a whirlpool of the blackest black, sucking in all of the color and light around it so that you had no choice but to be drawn in, to the only real thing you’d ever known.

“You’re stupid,” Wednesday started, matter-of-factly. “Just like everyone else.” You nodded, used to this sort of thing by now. “But your particular brand of stupidity is showing its truth.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, arms automatically going around her waist while you leaned back to look at her. Where she was going with this, you had no idea. You only knew that that whirlpool was making its way closer and closer to you.

“At first, our… arrangement was indeed purely physical.” She paused. “But things have changed, quite drastically. I do believe I’ve reached a… point of no return, but I have since found a balance.”

Wednesday locked her eyes on yours, unflinching. “I give myself to you time and time again-” the words were unfamiliar from her mouth- “yet, you seem to give no indication that you know. ‘If only?’ It’s nearly laughable.” She gave a huff, though her gaze was contemplative. You cocked your head, mind uncomprehending, mouth dry.

“You have my heart, beating or still.” Her words rang quiet in the car. Your own heart started up again, with all the betrayal of a thrumming bass. You tried to push it down, but it didn’t erase the reality of what Wednesday had just said—did Wednesday ever lie? She was good at it, sure, but you’d long learned that Wednesday’s word was her end. “And it appears as though you are completely unaware.”

“Unaware?” You broke her rule, and you could see the tick of annoyance in her eyes. But you plowed on anyway. “Are you saying that you have my—that I don’t know that I have your—that you like me?”

“My devotion is more than that,” Wednesday said casually, “but it may be that you’re unable to handle that at this time.”

Sure enough, you could feel your body informing your mind that you were hyperventilating, Wednesday’s weight on your lap the only thing keeping you from shooting off to Saturn.

“I don’t—” you struggled for your words, the usual wit you showed while bickering with Wednesday, the strategy you’d used to defend Jericho, absolutely nowhere to be seen.

“Need I pull stars from the sky to prove myself to you?” she said, raising an eyebrow in amusement, as if she wasn’t blowing through every poorly stacked defense of yours. It would be just like Wednesday, for every word of hers to be devastating and world shifting. No one knew Wednesday Addams and remained unchanged—that was just the kind of person she was, romantic as murder via blade. Perhaps to her, your wide eyed reaction was enough of a damning confession. “You’ll be the end of me, but what bliss that would be.” 

“Um,” you started, eloquently. “You’re… you’re not thinking straight,” you rasped out, mind freezing. You could feel your back stuck to the seat, unyielding. “You’re—”

“If I didn’t know you and your oblivious tendencies, I would think that it is almost insulting of you to doubt me.” She gave a small sniff, chin held high. “You think that just because you do not recognize my words, means that I am not in a right state of mind?”

In one fluid motion, she pressed her forehead to yours, and cradled your face between her two cold hands. Your name felt like salvation from her lips; “believe me, I’m wide awake.”

Your jaw went slack, and you were sure you looked as much a dumbass as you felt.

“I intended for my… vulnerability,” Wednesday’s voice wavers on the word, “to be a sign for you, but either you are just that unobservant, or you are unwilling to admit to what is right before your eyes.”

“I’d never not pick up on something on purpose, Weds.” Your brain was wading through a thick mud, unable to turn at the speed that Wednesday wanted.

“Does that mean that you are willfully disregarding the way I show myself to you?” Finally, in her words, you were able to see the exact vulnerability that she had alluded to.

“No, I’d never, I just… didn’t want to hope,” you said, embarrassed. “Romance isn’t your thing.”

“It’s not,” she replied simply, quietly. “I understand your reservations.” Wednesday’s hands held an imperceptible tremble, but her gaze was strong.

“No—of course I—” your throat tightened, but you felt the weight falling from your shoulders anyway. That was something you recognized. “Of course I like you.”

The silence rang yet again, and Wednesday’s eyes widened, the onyx of them turning warm as molten metal. The exact expression in them was hard to place, but it calmed you, in the wake of speaking aloud something you’d been afraid to admit to yourself.

A thought occurred to you, more clear than any you’d had since Wednesday had opened her mouth. “Even if we’d never—if we never have sex again, I’d still l—like you.”

Despite the way you stumbled into and over your words, Wednesday’s dark eyes on yours grew warm, pupil blurring into iris; the corner of her mouth gave an upwards tick.

“In the cracks of light,” Wednesday whispered, reverent as prayer as her fingertips traced your cheekbone, “I see the heaven on earth I’ve won with you.”

She kissed you then, and you couldn’t hold back any more. It was something like pure relief—though your mind still didn’t quite comprehend Wednesday’s confession (confession!), your heart broke the dam, pulling you down past inhibition. Spiraling to Wednesday’s gravity, it was as natural as breathing to give in.

Wednesday, all knowing as always, must’ve seen the way your resolve broke. She slid her mouth against yours, open and hot, unhurried but eager. The car leather under your thighs was as warm as Wednesday on top of you—not even she was immune to the rays of waning sunlight, it seemed.

“You know,” you muttered, between capturing her lips, “it’s just like you to say all that about moving heaven and earth. Most people just say ‘I like you.��” It wasn’t a complaint by any means; with your hands on her waist, you’d have it no other way.

“As I said, it is more than that.” She took a breath, completely steady and confident, now. “You consume me, completely.”

“And you, I,” you said softly, as if you could do anything but agree to her heady desire. “I’ve got you, Wednesday.”

Her forehead dropped to your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around you. It took a moment for you to realize that in her silence after your words, she was grinding down, near imperceptibly, into your lap.

“Mmm, my love,” you murmured, the significance of the endearment not lost on you, “look at you.” Sliding a hand up her back to her hair, you felt her braids through your fingers. You ran your hands down once more, under her sweater to feel the muscles around her shoulder blades. The heat you felt through her dress from where she was pressed to you, through your trousers, was something out of a darkest dream, unable to be forgotten.

Wednesday leaned up again, eyes sharp as a lance, to brand you with a kiss. She bit your lip, breaking through skin, and you grinned at the pain. It was hard and harsh, comforting like the thin edge of a knife. You felt the blood seeping into the seams of your teeth, rain in scorched earth. Intoxicated, you seemed to float closer into that sweet and dark whirlpool.

“That hurt, Wednesday…” you leaned in, voice dropping. “I wanna…” There was a beat of silence where you could only taste the copper in your mouth, sweet as you knew the slick between her thighs to be. You shifted your grip to her hips, bruising, and the soft little moan Wednesday gave in response spurred you on. “I wanna hurt you.”

You did, helplessly. Of course, you would rain hell on anyone that so much as lifted a finger against Wednesday, but to hold her trust that came with pain—you wanted that from her, to know when she hurt, when she wanted to hurt. Whether it was holding her back from the edge, or flying and dropping together to the bottom, bodies crashing against one another, you wanted it. Like something out of a classical myth, with wings of wax or blood, you would burn and be burned to feel the weightless warmth of that golden light.

There was no hesitation for Wednesday, just a look in her eyes that you’d come to know intimately as hunger. “Hurt me.” Her voice was low, nearly fond, in your ear as her eyes tracked the blood collecting on your lips. She leaned towards you and licked, tongue to your teeth, translucent saliva mixing with the burgundy. “I want it to hurt—I want you to hurt me.”

When she leaned back, her lipstick was stained with your blood, and it made you want to bleed if only she was the one taking it. You leaned your temple to her jawline, eyes burning at the sun through the windshield. Your hands continued once again up her thighs, just as reverent as before. The two of you never could do anything by half—you were always Wednesday’s. Realizing it, speaking it aloud, confessing or not, couldn’t have changed that. Despite that, as you rocked back and kissed the blood off Wednesday, you felt as though you were on your knees, professing everything you were. Giving one last cheeky swipe of your tongue on her lips, you went to tug Wednesday’s panties down. She followed your lead easily, tossing the expensive garment somewhere to the side. 

“My sweet girl,” you sighed, something possessive curling in your words. “What would you like?”

“Everything.” There was a devout way about her utterance that had your hands shaking with the desire to fulfill her. “Touch me.”

Crossing one arm around her to clasp the back of her neck, you brought her face close to yours, the tips of your noses brushing.

“Everything? How much can we do with ‘everything’ when you’re so sensitive, angel?” On cue, Wednesday’s eyes slipped shut as you drew a finger along her pussy to find her wet and wanting.

“Don’t you think you should be the one to answer that?” Her voice, bold and challenging, shook up your stomach like champagne. You were completely, utterly ruined before Wednesday Addams, and it was a nearly celestial ruin, so bright and beloved it nearly hurt.

You didn’t hesitate, slipping your finger in and grinding your palm on her clit. You didn’t miss her knees sliding further apart, that elusive grin gracing her face as she tipped her head back. Only her tight hold on your shoulders kept her from falling into your lap. Your mouth tasted of iron, such a contrast to Wednesday’s burnt sugar sweat on your tongue as you licked a stripe up her jaw to bite her earlobe. Drawing every small sigh out, you took your time, curling your fingers the way you knew she liked. You squeezed your hand, heavy where her shoulders met her neck. The jagged breaths she took in response made you crave more, and your stomach burned with contentment when she let you press another finger inside of her.

Wednesday’s half lidded eyes tracked down your neck, hunter to the scent of fear, leaving a shiver in her wake. It was inexplicably easy to discern what she wanted, even as she threaded her hands in your hair, something tingling and distracting.

“Go ahead, I know you want to.” Like blood rushing back into white fingertips, her soft lips were on your neck, undoubtedly leaving a smear of lip stain that you’d have to be chastised to wipe off. Almost as if she’d read your mind, she was sucking at your skin, impatient. Already you could feel the raised welt, and the way her tongue soothed the strain.

“You’re mine,” she breathed out, harsh despite the way she was panting with every twist of your fingers.

“Yeah,” you whispered, the haze of being Wednesday’s blurring your every action. “I’m yours.”

You curled your fingers, and had to bite down a moan as her teeth sank deeper into your neck, a cause and effect that you’d kill for. You swore as she set sight on your jawline, the sweet shock of her hot tongue making you shiver. 

“Took you long enough,” she muttered darkly—it seemed she was satisfied with the state of your neck, since you could feel the skin throbbing pleasantly. She leaned back, proffering her own throat.

“I was always yours,” you said easily. “I can just…” you trailed off as your sharp teeth met her skin in the spot you knew she liked, making her cry out, “show you better now.”

Wednesday’s hands tightened in your hair, pulling a broken gasp from your throat. Her smirk, challenging as she took in your reaction, only spurred you on. It was pure selfishness, when you grinned lazily as she tugged. You gave as good as you got, though, each curl of your fingers and shift of your hand had her trembling.

She was close; you could feel it in the uneven cadence of her breath, almost as erratic as yours. Pulling the collar of her sweater aside, you worked your tongue against her jugular, her pulse tempting and honey sweet in your mouth. It was nearly tangible between your teeth, soft and solid, the pounding of her pulse, just milliseconds away from your own.

“C’mon, Wednesday,” you whispered in her ear, “just like that.”

Her breath stuttered, climbing up higher to the returning lump in your throat. It was always a marvel, the way that Wednesday was so incredibly responsive to you, your touch or your words. The hard catch of her lip between her teeth made you grin, and you reached out, tugging it free. You leaned in to kiss her forehead as you slipped your thumb in her mouth instead, your fingers never stopping. 

“Wednesday.” She turned her glossy eyes towards you, and it was the closest you’d ever seen her to coming without really falling. “Let go.”

At your words, she gasped, and you could feel her cunt pulse around your fingers as she came. Her teeth bit into your skin and her eyebrows knitted together ever so gently—you loved to watch her come undone. She was all soft moans and flushed cheeks, open in a way that she hardly ever was otherwise. It unfurled something bright and warm in your chest, spreading out into your fingertips. You felt as hazy as she looked, the smell of her spilling into the air and undoubtedly lingering in your chest.

“That’s perfect, love, you’re so good for me.” You shushed her as she panted, eyes unfocused beneath her mussed fringe, but searing into yours. You continued your palm on her clit, holding her tight as her body stuttered. You moved your hand to cup her face, smoothing over unshed tears along her waterline.

“You’re…” Wednesday gave a low groan as you hit that sensitive spot inside of her again, none too gently.

“Yes,” you answered gently. “You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, won’t you?” She nodded, eager, as she pushed her hips into your hand, even though it made her whole body shiver. 

“Fuck—”

You hummed in response, feeling her cunt open even easier now that she was impossibly wetter. As you worked a third finger into her, Wednesday’s spine went rigid, a whining, desperate sound you’d never thought you’d hear breaking from her throat. She grabbed your hand, and her palms were damp. Her grip on your wrist was tight, just as much keeping you from progressing as it was keeping you from pulling away. You leaned in by her ear. “Does it hurt?”

She gave a jerky nod, jaw clenched and lips parted. You would turn a storm on its head for those ways that Wednesday strayed from her control, especially when you were the one guiding that meandering path. Pressing the heel of your hand into her clit, you laughed, small and indulgent, as she clung tighter to you, a strained little cry escaping. 

“Good girl, Wednesday… you’re taking it so well, aren’t you? You’re taking me so well, darling…” Fisting the front of her sweater in your hand, you pulled her off balance, tugging her close so her lips fell to yours, easy as breathing. Swallowing every single prized whimper that fell from her, you kissed her slow. Wednesday was already sensitive, but this was intense for even her, you could tell. Her breath came shakily against you as you pulled away, having smeared her lipstick to your content. Fingers sliding punishingly against her clit, your laugh rumbled low in your chest as she keened, soft and just a bit pleading.

“Very good, Wednesday, my love,” you coaxed. Her gasp, more like a sob, washed over you in a satisfaction that made you shudder. The slick from her previous orgasm clung to your hand, making it easy to keep up your punishing pace. Her tears shined like sea glass in her lashes, as devout to the cause of ruining her cheeks as the dusk outside was to darkness. You had no idea how much time had passed, only that if she asked, you’d stay right here with her until daylight again.

“I’m—” A whine rose from her throat, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You can do it, baby-” your thumb circled her clit as your fingers found their way impossibly deeper into Wednesday- “just for me, okay?”

“Okay,” she repeated, mindlessly. This world where Wednesday let herself trust you to take care of her was one you could live in, drown in, make your home in. You raised your hand to the juncture of her neck and jaw, heavy and comforting. Reminded of every time Wednesday had put her hand in that same place on you when you were on your knees in front of her, more intimate than anything, you tugged on her wrist, instantly missing her hold in your hair. Intertwining your fingers together, you held your hands together in between you and Wednesday. 

Without a warning, her fingers tightened around yours, so hard that her knuckles turned white. You could see that how hard she came took her by surprise, too—eyes wide open and pupils blown. It was breathtaking, you thought, just how much tension was in her, all tense shoulders and choked cry. Her nails dug into your skin, her grip tethering you from dropping off with her. It stung, and you loved it, the maroon of your blood welling up just enough to smear her fingertips. 

Wednesday’s head fell into the nape of your neck, nuzzling like she could find the world’s secrets in your skin. Hand still in hers, you wiped away the smeared burgundy around the corners of her mouth with your thumb pad, fingers lingering.

“That was devious,” she murmured, words blurring around each other.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you chuckled. She nodded, somewhat resolutely. You eased your fingers out, tucking them surreptitiously into your mouth. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Wednesday, but she only narrowed her eyes.

Even in her post-orgasm daze, Wednesday looked dangerous. Her fringe was all over the place, getting caught in her eyelashes, and you could finally attribute the pink in her cheeks to something a little more than the fogged up windows. Surely, this was heaven on earth, having Wednesday with you, steady as planetal orbit. You shifted her to sit sideways in your lap, making sure her knees didn’t burn from the leather. She was watching you, carefully. It was almost as if she was trying to memorize you, the studious way she looked at you, like she was the sole messenger for a world that wasn’t allowed to take you in. It made your heart pound, finally in accordance with your head. You let her take her time in your arms, rubbing her shoulders. The little press of her lips was back, something you had adored for something dangerously similar to ‘forever.’ She seemed content in a way she hardly ever was, the haze in her eyes clearing as she studied you. 

“You’ve changed a lot since I met you,” she commented, not unkindly.

You looked down into Wednesday’s face, at the night air drifting through her hair again. You could feel the sting from the little crescent shaped marks that her nails left. It was a warm contrast to her cold hand in yours, clasped between you. “You changed me, Wednesday.”

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wednesday: you have bewitched me, mind, body, and soul… i love, i love, i love you. 

reader: huh?

a/n cont’d for those brave souls that made it this far: yes, wednesday’s dress has pockets. isn’t that wonderful?

I’m SO BAD at writing fluff. plus, reader is the most unreliable narrator to unreliably narrate. should’ve put “painfully oblivious” as a warning for part one too.

please do not repost, reproduce, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way. thank you!

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That's a ton of apples.

Matt and reader go to an apple orchard, and reader gets a little carried away.

notes: fluffy, apple picking, fall time, established relationship, goofy, fun times, pet names, teasing, yapping reader, excitement, rambling.

"C'mon Matt, you can never have too many apples," You say with a whiny tone, picking yet another armfull of the ripe fruits and dropping them into the wheat-colored basket.

"I could make apple juice, and apple pie, and um, is there an apple jam of some sort?" You ramble on, your straw basket getting heavier by the second.

"I think that's called 'apple butter.'" He snorts, grabbing your hand before you pick another apple.

"Baby, you're going to pick out the whole orchard." Matt pleads, looking at you with an exasperated, but amused expression.

"But.. you like apple juice? I could make a TON." You say, putting the basket down to make a dramatic gesture showing how much apple juice you could make.

"Yeah, and whose gonna buy the juicer? Who's going to do it when you get tired of making apple flavored things?" He replies with a smirk, nudging your elbow.

"Um, uh, you'll help me?" You murmur, although an uncertainty laces your voice.

"And that's exactly why you need to put about half of that basket down." He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.

"You're saying you won't help me?" You huff, crossing your arms.

"Not with that many!" He says with a laugh, loosening his grip on your wrist.

"Then I'll just keep all of them to myself, no apple juice or apple pie or apple jam for you." You retort with a shove of your hand to his chest.

"Again, there's no such thing as apple jam, sweetheart." He laughs with a fond look on his face.

"Whatever, who cares? I'm gonna make a million apple things and you're not going to get a crumb." When you say this, Matt only laughs harder, flicking the ribbon that ties your hair back.

You slap his hand, and pick a couple more apples. "Oh oh! we could go apple bobbing! and I could even make candy apples!" You exclaim with a happy smile, and there are so many apples in your basket that some of them have fallen from it and onto to the ground.

"Matt, can you help me carry this? it's kind of heavy.." You pout softly, trying to lift the basket but failing. He grabs the basket, lifting it with a lot less struggle than you did.

"Of course, love." He laughs softly, hoisting up the straw basket in his arms, obviously trying not to show how much he's struggling to carry it.

"Thank you Matty." You murmur, placing a sweet peck on his lips, which in return earns you an adorable smile from him.

"Your welcome, but you better make some apple pie when we get home." He teases, pressing a playful kiss to her cheek with a loud 'smack.'

"That's exactly what I was planning today." You say with a soft giggle, and you both walk to the car with a big basket full of apples and a ton of love.

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Idk if you do drabble requests but I wanna ask. Katsuki getting resder pads. I can imagine two scenarios for him. Either he was too focused on hero stuff that he gets pads in all sizes, in the brand which reader asked to get. Or, total domestic househusband material. Straught away gets the pad and some snacks and comes home w a proud lil smile saying like how he knows everything about reader 🤩🤩

(Yeah I'm on my period :D)

Katsuki tends to you on your period

500 words~

You scrolled through your phone while watching mindless TV, waiting for Katsuki to return home. He had taken off to the store to grab a few things. Before leaving he had asked you if you needed anything.

To your surprise, he didn’t scrunch his nose up at you or make any snide comments when you asked him to pick up pads. Instead, he just grunted in acknowledgment and made his way out the door.

You half expected a text or call soon from a lost Katsuki in the feminine hygiene aisle completely overwhelmed with which ones to pick out. However- a call never came.

The door creaked open, and you heard the sound of his boots stomping accompanied by the rustling of what sounded to be several grocery bags. Katsuki poked his head into the living room- a devious look on his face.

“Welcome back,” you greeted him apprehensively.

Katsuki made his way to you- grocery bags in hands, “Will this do it for ya’?” he asked, spilling the contents of a few of the bags onto your lap. Multiple packs of pads in all sizes and shapes rained out.

You looked up at his teasing expression and couldn’t help but laugh, “Kats what did you do?!?”

“You didn’t specify so- I got every kind they had,” he explained a harsh laugh escaping him. “Oh wait- I also read some dumb ass article that said to get you snacks too,” he said grabbing another bag and dumping it out once more onto your lap.

Many snacks flopped out, from chocolates, and chips, to sour gummy worms. 

“Wait- got these too,” he said emptying another bag on top of you and various stuffed toys flew out. “Need anything else for your period, hm?” He asked and smiled as you proceeded to laugh until your eyes misted.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You stated.

“Yeah, well- told ya I’m the best at everything. Including this.” He said mockingly before his features turned soft, “Seriously though- do you need anything else?” He asked.

“Just you,” you said motioning for him to sit with you. Katsuki made a scene of pushing the stuffed toys, snacks, and pads to the side to make room for himself.

“I love you,” you said kissing his cheek.

“Course you do,” he replied, causing you to slap his arm playfully. “Kidding brat- you know I love you. Wouldn’t do this dumb shit for anyone else,” he said pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Thanks for the request! I hope this is what you were looking for! Just wanted to let everyone else know too incase you haven’t seen- I’ve opened up my requests again but only for some of the MHA boys. You can read more in my pinned post~

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disclaimer: I am in no way saying Lauren is gay or bi-sexual - this is strictly a work of fiction

there are not enough blurbs and imagines about lauren so I made some

entirely inspired by @daydreamingleclerc :))

some sexual themes and comments - nothing too bad :)

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Lj10 my girlfriend is hotter than urs 🤷‍♀️👍

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katie_mccabe11: that’s cause ur a simp 👍

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y/n: damnnn grandma learning the kids speech 🥹

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katie_mccabe11: you’re only 21 shut up! 😡

username3: SHES SO HOT OMG 😍😍

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username5: 🍑🍑🍑

miafishel10: how many takes did the second photo take? 😭

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lucybronze: bet lj didn’t complain too much wth you on top of her tho y/n 😶😶

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Lj10: ;)))

stanwaygeorgia: Cuties 🥺

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y/n: 😊😌

y/n: alsoooo my girlfriend’s hotter than urs baby 💋

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Lj10: liar 🙄

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y/n: ik u r but what am i? 🤷‍♀️

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Lj10: hottest girl in the world ;)

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y/n: I have once again been outplayed lads 🥹

Arsenalwfc: looking peachy y/n! ❤️

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play at the hotel bowling alley ✔️

lauren gets hit on by the waitress whose been serving us all night ✔️

lauren reply with asking for another drink for ‘her missus’ ✔️

me not slapping a bitch ✔️

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Lj10: don’t start !!

username2: I LOVE REECE AND Y/N’S RELATIONSHIP 🥹🥹🥹

katie_mccabe11: I imagine you were fuming ??! 😡

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y/n: nahhh we went and made out in their photo booth and left one of the three print-outs on their cute print wall 💋💋

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lucybronze: iconic 😂

username3: don’t be shy - tell us her name 😶😶

keirawalsh: who won ?? 🤨🤨

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samanthakerr20: deffo y/n 😭💋

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mbrighty04: nahhh lj all the way 👍👍

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caitlinfoord: nah y/n has to be ! xx

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y/n: It was Caity! 😌😌

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Lj10: let you win baby @y/n

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y/n: take that back you little shit 😡

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Lj10: I’m older and taller love 😂

username4: why would she come onto lauren tho ??? like these two are SO in love ?! 😡

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y/n: hehehehehheh 😘

reece: how do i bleach my eyes ?? 😭

y/n: i can do it with a spoon if you need? xx

reece: i hate you sm

jbeattie91: Amber would like to say she is stealing all of these poses for us 😝

y/n: YALL WOULD EAT THESE OMG 😫😫

lucybronze: you two 🙄🥺

y/n: luv u too !!

miafishel10: HAWT 🔥

y/n: like you b 😉😗

samanthakerr20: YOU LEFT THAT?

ON THE WALL?

FOR EVERYONE TO SEE?

y/n: nahhh only pictures 2-4 😜

samanthakerr20: you give me gray hairs

k says you guys r cute tho

y/n: omg say hi to her i miss her sm !! 🥺💋

katie_mccabe11: jesus god

y/n: not in this place of worship

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stanwaygeorgia: PLOT TWIST LMAO 😂

lucybronze: omg NO

y/n: istg luce imma slap this bitch - SHES ASKED LJ THREE TIMES IF SHE WANTS HELP PUTTING SUNCREAM ON

lucybronze: i kinda want you too, but Keira is saying no to the slap

y/n: UGH fineee

samanthakerr20: THIS IS CHAOS

alessiarusso99: omg omg omg

ella says mark your territory …

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y/n: the games the game 🤷‍♀️

katie_mccabe11: absolutely gold omg 😶😶

y/n: honestly it was outta pocket 😫

alessiarusso99: omg omg omg

y/n: it was honestly a moment 😭

lucybronze: what a day 😂

y/n: honestly it was a nice day mainly 😜

miafishel10: is the new one nice at least????

y/n: HES FANTASTIC! His name is Sam and he’s showing us his puppy he has with his bf which is adorable and he’s taken some cute pics of me and Laur so look out for them ;))))

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ya girl ran out of image allowances on the app - which ngl is stupid!

But lemme what you lot think?? request if you want anything and I’ll do my best xoxox

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Finally making a new one of these to answer some questions people may have about me and my blog.

Also, I don’t really like sharing my name online, so you can just call me Ghost (he/him).

What is your blog about?

Well, I wanted it to just be about fandom shit like my blogs on tumblr usually are, but apparently tumblr’s going through its “I hate trans men” phase and since I am one of those said trans men, I tend to talk a lot about my issues and experiences here in order to help spread awareness about transandrophobia.

2. Why do you use the word transandrophobia?

Because I think it describes my particular type of experiences as succinctly as possible. The type of transphobia I face in my everyday life tends to come from a place of disdain for trans men in particular, not just transphobia and not just misogyny, but a specific axis of oppression that I have been dealing with at the hands of my family members for years now, and I find that this term has come the closest to describing what that experience has been like. This term is not necessarily everyone’s preferred word, and my experiences will not match up with everyone else’s, so I am not here to impose the word on anyone else. It’s simply what works best for me.

3. You know you’ve been marked red on Shinigami Eyes, right?

Yes. This is unsurprising. Many transmasc, non-binary and intersex blogs, or blogs by trans women/fems who stand up for us, have been unjustifiably marked red. I have made several posts explaining this since I get a lot of asks about it, but this one should cover everything.

5. Do you have a Ko-Fi or anything?

Nope! I don’t have the financial independence to set up any kind of fund, but if you have any money to spare then I would much rather you donate it to my friend Othman’s campaign to escape Gaza. You can also donate to his PayPal as he is in desperate need for money to pay for food and water. I really want him to reach the end of his goal as soon as possible, so I want to make it clear that his campaign is my main priority and partially the reason I’m staying on tumblr.

I am also in the Dan and Phil fandom and taking commissions for oneshots in return for a donation, so if you’re interested, please check out this post for more information.

6. [Insert any other question about various discourses]

My stance on any discourse involving queer identities is that you couldn’t pay me to give a shit about it. Anyone can do whatever the fuck they want forever and it is not my place to say how someone can and can’t identify.

This blog is not a safe place for exclusionists, TERFs, RadFems or TransRadFems (you can’t reclaim an inherently transphobic, racist and exclusionist movement no matter what coat of paint you slap onto it). If I see any kind of exclusionist or TERF behaviour, I will call it out. We will never have trans liberation if we let that shit infiltrate our community and we will never have trans liberation if we start fighting each other. TERFs hate all of us, so if I see anyone doing a TERF’s job for them by trying to start discourse or cause any kind of division, I will assume you’re one of them and block you.

8. You write like a robot

This isn’t an ask I’ve actually received (although it’s been mentioned a few times to me irl), but I’ve always been self conscious that my writing comes across as overly formal and stilted, so I just wanted to point out that this is how I talk and I apologise if I ever over-explain myself or sound in any way pretentious, I promise I’m working on it.

9. Tags?

I reblog forcemasc stuff on occasion so if you’re not into that please block the tag. I also don’t tend to reblog NSFW stuff, but if I do it will be tagged “nsfw.”

7. Do you like Undertale?

YEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABEYYYYYYY

[crescentpaws]

i wish i didn’t have to make this post but the pinteresters are getting on my nerves again so:

overly specific and somewhat pretentious list of my repost rules! (aka what you are and aren’t allowed to do with my art) ✨

(i suspect this won’t change anything but at least i’ll have proof that i’ve actually elaborated on this.)

(look i’m even adding fun rainbow dividers. what more do you want…)

-> straight up reposts:

no. nuh uh. bad.

most of you know this but for those of you who are new to tumblr: reposting is not the same as reblogging. reblogs are encouraged! reposting on the other hand, is when you save the image and post it yourself as a completely separate post. don’t do this. seriously (even if you give proper credit. i don’t want my art separated from my account). this is usually most prominent on pinterest because i don’t post my art on there (for obvious reasons) but it applies everywhere too. (by the way, i DO see most of those pinterest reposts. so if you think you’re being sneaky about it, you’re not. i’ve probably left a passive aggressive comment on it before)

yes, this includes reposting to another site and including the link to the original post. dm someone if you want to show them something

yes, this includes reposting for the “benefit” of other people who don’t have instagram or tumblr. you usually do not need accounts to view those sites. and it’s really not my problem if some 12 year old’s parents won’t let them be on instagram. dm them. send them a screenshot. it’s seriously not that hard

also, reposting stuff increases the likelihood of people leaving rude comments, because they’re not saying it to my face. i post for my fans who understand my vision. i don’t post for the pinterest sokeefe stans who “don’t like this character” or “don’t like this ship.” let me stay in my little bubble please

it makes me sad how i’ve had MULTIPLE different people comment on my instagram posts something along the lines of “omg i finally found your account after seeing your art on pinterest everywhere.” that’s just depressing. stop gatekeeping my art from these people. (let me get the attention i deserve 😔)

(this all applies to my ART btw. if you want to screenshot one of my textposts and share it on pinterest or something, go ahead. just don’t crop my username out lol)

-> edits:

yes, you can use my art for edits. but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give credit. i’ve seen WAY too many edits that are made using exclusively my art and still don’t credit me. “i don’t know the artists” or “there’s too many people to credit” is not an excuse. reverse image searching is very easy.

this includes edits posted to youtube, tiktok, pinterest, instagram, all of it. CREDIT ME. i don’t want to see another pinterest edit made solely with my art with the caption “fintan fanart is so good” and not see my username anywhere in the post </3

collage type edits are fine (to an extent). just make sure it’s obvious that there was effort put into it and that you didn’t just slap a bunch of pictures on a random background. no, the ones you can make on pinterest do NOT count. those are always made with links to reposted art so they still feel disrespectful. plus they don’t really take that much effort (and these people never credit me in the description anyway)

meme posts/edits where you use my art as an icon for a character or whatever is fine. (just make sure to credit me for anything you use my art in. this is the main thing)

those “whisper” type posts where it’s just text over an image of my art don’t count as edits. in fact, it’s almost worse than a straight up repost imo. i don’t want my art used as just a background for something someone else has to say. if you want to make a text post, go on tumblr or something.

(if you’re unsure whether or not your post counts as an edit, ask me!)

also, if you’re posting an edit onto a site that i have an account on (so, just instagram and tumblr really), i’d prefer if you actually tag me rather than just writing my username. this way people can click on the name if they want to see my account :) plus, i’d love to see what edits you guys make! just make sure to be respectful pls

-> PFPs:

feel free to use my art as a profile picture if you want! i would prefer if you’d also credit me in your bio, but i know it’s becoming less common to do that these days so. you technically don’t HAVE to but i’d still prefer if you did. pfps for personal use such as discord & email don’t need credit (though discord has bios so you can still add it if you want), but for any actual social media website i would appreciate credit (if you’re using it as a pfp on tumblr, crediting me in your pinned post is acceptable too)

-> AI:

first of all, you all need to STOP using ai chatbots. they are ruining the environment and are stealing from authors without their permission and you’re all complicit. roleplay with real people. “but it’s embarrassing!” no, i promise you, it’s MUCH more embarrassing to be roleplaying basically by yourself with a literal computer program. there are PLENTY of people on the internet who would be willing to roleplay with you. roleplay with someone else who is also embarrassed and try to unlearn cringe together

but yeah. don’t feed my art to this shit. this includes ANY character chat bot. i don’t even know the names of all of them now but. if i see one more screenshot of a fintan bot with my art as its icon i am going to fully lose it. get a life!!!

-> referencing/tracing:

referencing is totally fine. that’s how artists learn! it’s very obvious to tell the difference between someone referencing and someone directly tracing my art. you don’t need to credit me for this ofc, unless you’re like redrawing one of my pieces (or drawing a scene from a fic i’ve written or something, which is also totally fine) or it looks a bit too obvious (but pose theft & color theft are not real things btw. so don’t worry about that nonsense)

you’re welcome to be inspired by my art all you want! credit is optional :] (& if you want to credit me for any reason you don’t have to directly tag me if you don’t want me notified or whatever)

tracing: don’t do it. it’s very disrespectful and most of the time very obvious when people do it 💀 i’ve seen at least two people on this site trace my art and you’re not being slick…

even if you give credit i’d just prefer if you didn’t do it in the first place

(this doesn’t apply if you’re just tracing as practice and not posting it/showing it to anyone though. this falls under the personal use category. that being said i’m probably not the best person to learn from because my anatomy and proportions can be wack sometimes)

-> personal use:

including:

- phone/desktop/computer backgrounds

- printing stuff out and sticking it on your wall or something

- making any little personal arts and crafts (though you should credit me if you’re posting it anywhere)

- email/discord/other pfps

no credit needed! though it would be cool if one of your friends comes over and sees my art and says “i like your background/whatever” and you respond “thanks, here’s the artist’s instagram account” or something (call me fame-hungry but i want them to also be able to tell ME how much they like my art. lmao.)

also. please TRY to spell my username right. crescent is not that hard to spell guys. it’s right there on the screen. there is no excuse for typing it wrong (hell, you can even copy and paste if it’s actually an issue)

yes, this includes leaving the “s” off the end of my username 💀 it makes it hard for people to actually find me

(my username is the same both on here and on instagram!)

again, if you’re unsure whether or not your post is or isn’t allowed, ask me! worst case scenario is i just say no

[thewinter-eden]

psycho | han jisung (12/20)

12 : he already knew

Pairings: HAN JISUNG x OC | LEE MINHO x 2nd OC

Rating: mature

cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and wattpad under alone-at-last.

Warnings: discussions of murder, torture, rape, pregnancy

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pov : minho

He wakes up laying on his back, somewhere dark enough to make him question whether or not his eyes are actually open, with a pounding ache in the back of his skull. He hears himself breathing, his own groan as he tries to move against a blinding flash of pain, and then a metallic clinking that definitely didn’t come from him.

The noise sounds from somewhere in the dark in front of him, the source of which he can’t see even though his eyes are starting to adjust.

He pushes himself into an upright sitting position, finding his hands and feet mercifully unrestrained, and scoots as far away from the sound as he can. “Who’s there?” He calls, eyes squinting.

There’s no response. Just more clinking, and the metallic sound of something dragging against cement.

“Who is that?” Minho snaps. “Just say something. I don’t have time for this.”

Somewhere behind him, a door sweeps open, and light slices into the room, illuminating Minho’s knees and the huddled figure of someone chained to the far wall. The man reacts to the light falling over him like its acid burning his skin, and turns and writhes until his face is pressed into his knees, his spine twisting to shield himself.

“Officer Lee,” Lieutenant Seo’s voice booms, heavy footsteps descending a series of steps. “What the hell do you think you’re doing interfering with an FBI investigation?” He’s still out of sight, still headed for Minho’s position, but his obnoxious voice catches the chained man’s attention.

His head pops up, eyes squinting against the light, and he turns, keening, towards the sound.

A chill creeps up Minho’s spine.

The boots have stopped just within his peripheral vision, his superior’s voice still crashing over his senses, but his focus is solely on the pitiful man in front of him.

Cain Roberts.

He’d know that face anywhere.

A fuzzy snapshot slapped onto a wanted poster, slapped onto every solid surface in town, haunting his dreams and stamped on the insides of his eyelids—that face was Cain Roberts’ face, he has no doubt.

He’s secured to the wall with generous lengths of chain, rashes around his wrists and ankles, skin sagging from his bones like it was once filled with gluttonous flesh. His muscles protrude from the folds of skin in slender ropes of tissue that don’t at all speak to the strength of a man who overpowers strong young women.

This man is a ghastly, wrinkled pile of bones and skin, but he is most certainly Cain Roberts.

Minho’s disbelief is cut short by Seo Changbin’s hands hauling him to his feet by his shoulders.

“How many times do you have to be told to stop screwing around with someone else’s case?” The lieutenant fumes, pretending they’re eye to eye when Minho really has a few inches on him. “You’re only lucky that it was an agent that you spoke to. If the real Fred Park had called, you would already be in holding.” He’s turned away from Cain Roberts, jerking the non ranking officer towards the door that he came through, paying no mind to either the man chained to the wall or the apparently fake Fred Park standing in the doorway.

“I swear to god, Lee, one more screw up from you and your badge will never see the light of day again. I hope you’re prepared to be officially reprimanded, because you’ll be lucky if that’s all that happens to you tomorrow.” Lieutenant Seo is still grumbling under his breath.

He’s in a t-shirt and jeans, hair unkempt like he’s just woken up, and his socks don’t match under his loafers. What he’s evidently planned on being an early evening to bed has turned into an intervention with one of his least favorite officers and the FBI, and he’s pissed.

He’s the one who will have to answer to Captain Bang tomorrow, and he’s the one who’s going to get chewed out for getting the attention of the FBI case agent again.

But Minho pulls him back, finally finding his legs. “No, stop.” He jerks around and pins his eyes on the man chained to the wall again. “Sir, that’s Cain Roberts. I don’t understand—what’s going on here?”

Seo’s eyes meet the FBI agent’s and a sigh passes between them.

“Officer Lee, stand down. It’s well past your bedtime. Let’s go.”

“No!” Minho shakes his arm off and yanks himself away. “No, I won’t stand down any more. Do you have any idea what’s going on down there?” He jabs a pointing finger to the floor. “Do you know what’s happening to those girls? And their families have no idea? I won’t stand down anymore.”

“Minho.” Seo Changbin hisses, his face suddenly very close to Minho’s. “If you would get your head out of your fucking ass for a second, you would see what’s happening up here.” It was his turn to jab a finger, this time pointing at Cain Roberts. “That is Cain Roberts. The man has been fucking caught.”

Silence is his only answer, finally.

He breathes a little at the long awaited lack of opposition. “If you had given the FBI team an inch of damn breathing room, if you had held your tongue until freaking tomorrow, you would have learned—along with the rest of the world—that Cain Roberts has been apprehended. That, as we speak, a surveillance team is combing the tunnel to evaluate in anticipation of a rescue team. That, immediately following the surveillance team, a rescue team will be retrieving the girls before morning.”

Minho blinks at him, speechless. Air is rushing in and out of his lungs like he’s only just learned how to breathe. “Tonight?”

“Tonight.” Lieutenant Seo reclaims his grip on Minho’s shoulder, harsh and unforgiving. “Tonight is a good night for those girls, but a bad night for you. The captain had to come back early because of this crap, and guess who you have a meeting with tonight? Come on, lets go.”

Minho allows himself to be forced up the steps and down the lower hallways of The Pink Door. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if his gun and badge are taken from him permanently if Cass and the others will be free by morning.

He’ll hand them over without prompting if it means he can be there when they find them.

The phones are ringing off the hook when Lieutenant Seo and Officer Lee march back into the precinct. Captain Bang’s voice can be heard from the front desk, shouting at every unfortunate night shift officer within earshot.

Kim Seungmin is nowhere to be found.

Seo gives Minho a sideways look. “Good job, kid. You will be the most memorable firing in precinct history.”

Minho doesn’t care. He gets away from Changbin in a few long strides and burst through the doors of Captain Bang’s office. “Let me go with the rescue team and I’ll turn in my gun and badge the moment it’s over.”

Captain Bang’s face is a shade of red that Minho has never seen before. He brings both fists down on the desk with such explosive force that a cup of coffee and two case reports fall over the edge. “There are furious parents and brothers and uncles and fucking grandparents burning up my phone lines and you walk in here with a negotiation? I’ll give you one chance to try again, Lee, one chance to appeal to my better angels before I put you in a box.”

Minho hopes it’s a box indicative of handcuffs rather than nails but otherwise gives the warning no thought. “I want to be part of the rescue team. After that, I’m done. You’ll never see me again, I swear.”

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose with a shaking hand, the other rubbing at his neck. His hand pushes his collar aside for a second, showing a glimpse of a scar shining pinkly against the muscle above his shoulder. “Officer Lee you are hereby relieved of duty. Leave your gun and your badge, and hand me your keys. An officer will return any personal belongings from your vehicle to the front desk for you to retrieve on Monday. Please clean out your locker.”

There’s barely restrained rage in his voice, his pulse beating visibly at the artery in his neck.

Minho shakes his head, moving back towards the door, as though staying out of reach will keep him from getting yanked off the force. “Please, Captain, please let me go down there.”

“You will leave your gun and badge,” Bang utters in a terse tone. “On my desk, and you will go home. If you resist, or run off and insert yourself into that team, you will find yourself behind bars, and you won’t see your girlfriend for months. At least this way you can see them once they’re brought to the hospital. Don’t rob yourself of any further opportunities, Minho. Leave your gun and badge.”

He does. He’s fighting himself tooth and nail as he does, but he lifts his badge out of his shirt by the chain it hangs on and unclips his gun from his belt, dropping them both on the abused desk with a careless bang. As much as it’s a knife in his gut, he knows the captain is right. If he gives it all up now, at least he can be there for the rest of it.

He may not be down in the tunnels, pulling her personally from her hell, but he’ll be there in the morning by her hospital bed, and he sure as hell won’t be leaving.

“I’m disappointed in you, Minho.” Captain Bang snaps, sinking down in his chair. “You were one of my brightest, with so much potential. I was gonna have you on the fast track for promotion. I hope you regret this.” He gestures to the bullpen where the phones are still vibrating with sound.

The desk officers can’t answer them fast enough.

Minho turns away from him. He doesn’t want to hear what he’s lost. He doesn’t want to hear the chastisement of his mentor, a man he respected and at one point wished to emulate. He doesn’t regret what he’s done, even if it is of little consequence to Cass’s rescue. He can’t in good conscience align himself with an organization that enabled so much useless suffering. “Have a good evening, Captain Bang.”

He’s already out the door when he hears it.

His captain’s voice, filled with resentment, spitting insults as he makes his exit: “One more stupid girl dies and he has to be a damn hero.”

He pauses, the words rolling around in his head with uncomfortable weight.

One more stupid girl.

When he glances over his shoulder, he catches the moment that Captain Bang’s eyes flick from his fallen coffee mug to lock with his own. He sees a rush of emotions, none of which bring him any measure of comfort.

Surprise, guilt, fear, rage.

One more stupid girl.

Captain Bang stands from his desk, but Minho turns back towards the door and hurries out of the precinct.

One more stupid girl.

As he sprints down the street, headed for downtown, headed for the nightclub at the end of the block, he can only think of one concrete fact.

He never told him about Jackie.

Seungmin is already at The Pink Door when Minho arrives. He’s pacing around the lobby, hovering around the desk phone as though he’s waiting for a call, but he abandons his route as soon as Minho comes bursting through the doors. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling your desk all night—when nobody knew where you were I headed over here to see if you were still talking to the Parks because there’s no way you would have gone on a rescue mission alone, but I got here and these people have obviously never spoken to you,” Seungmin gestures over his shoulder where a middle aged man and woman are sitting in the empty clubroom, hunched over a table, weeping in each other’s arms.

Minho’s gasping, panting from the exertion of his run, gripping Seungmin’s arms like a lifeline. Thoughts of the fake Fred Park from earlier invade all of the other pressing thoughts on his mind and he gives the couple another look.

But they’re real—they’re sobbing with a passion that only parents can muster, unlike the probing ambivalence of the FBI agent he spoke to the first time. And when they lift their heads slightly to speak to each other, to wipe each others tears, he sees features that he’s seen before. The mother’s brow bone, the father’s nose, her lips and his round cheeks—he’s seen Anna’s missing persons poster enough to recognize her parents in a crowd. She looks just like them.

“Dude,” Seungmin is saying, irritated. “Where have you been? Why are you so dirty? What happened to your head?” He rubs a hand roughly through Minho’s hair and comes back with blood. All annoyance falls from his face. “Dude, were you kidnapped?”

Minho clamps his hands down on Seungmin’s biceps. “Bang’s involved.”

There’s no audible response, just blank confusion.

“Bang’s involved.” Minho says again, and starts dragging his partner towards the front doors. “Captain Bang is involved with Cain Roberts.” He explains to the flabbergasted younger man as they run down the street towards the university. He explains how he first arrived and spoke to who he thought was Fred Park, but was allegedly actually an undercover FBI agent, planted to keep an eye on the nightclub. How the agent took him directly down to the tunnel entrance and then assaulted him before he could call for backup, which was a very dubious thing for an FBI agent to do to a police officer.

He explains how he woke up in a storeroom in the basement, where he found Cain Roberts chained to the wall. But not Cain Roberts, it couldn’t have been. Just like he’d noticed from the first moment he laid eyes on him, that man could never overpower twenty-three healthy young women, nor even control them in their weakness. He was emaciated, strung out, kept on retainer to catch the blame when the time was right.

He’s a model for a wanted poster, nothing more.

Finally, he explains Seo Changbin’s story, and the words he heard Bang say. “I swear I didn’t tell him about Jackie, Seungmin. He already knew.”

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@mysterysold

[komugistissue]

good pup.

someone posted this submission but something happened and it got deleted.. but i remember what it was so i'll tag the person. @@number1-chainsaw-man-fan hope i didn't do too bad :3

FEATURING- softdom!makima x sub! afab reader.

warnings- fingering, oral (reader receiving), vibrator use, overstimulation, makima calls reader a good pup, no use of y/n, reader calls makima mommy, fondling, nipple play, low key begging if u squint, light slap

you know this is wrong. you know it's wrong to have relations with your superior, you know that it's wrong you enjoy everything about it. you know that you should be writing out a report on your latest mission, but instead you're laying on your boss' desk with her fingers stuffed in your cunt, a bullet vibrator pressed to your clit and her tie around your wrists.

"you're being such a good pup for me, taking my fingers so well.. you're so well behaved aren't you?" she cooed into your ear. "ngnhh.. ms makima.. please.. please let me cum..!'' you sobbed out embarrassingly, your face becoming more flushed as makima started to press down on your sensitive clit and curl her fingers. "will you cum for me baby? can you do that for mommy?" focusing on her words and your pleasure, you feel a heat build in your lower abdomen and your first release hits you. "hah! ms m-makima, fuck fuck ah.. it feels so good!"

"is mommy making you feel good? do you want me to make you cum again with my tongue, hm?" you whined out at the suggestion, "come on my baby, use your words." she whispered into your ear. ''mommy.. nhggh.. please make me cum again with your tongue.. i need to feel your tongue on me so bad..'' you cried out to her, "see? that wasn't so hard, was it? a good pup gets rewarded." she pulls her fingers out of your leaking cunt and raises them towards her mouth, licking all of you off and then spitting you back out onto your cunt.

dipping her head down she licks up your pussy, spreading the mixture of her spit and your cum all over your cunt. makima places her thumb onto your clit and starts rubbing in circles while her tongue dips into your leaking entrance. "m-mommy please d.. hah... don't stop.. it feels so good nhghhnnh..." you sob out. "you taste so good, pup." she tells you. she moves one hand up to pinch your nipple, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

makima notices you bite your lip to stifle anymore noises and slaps your clit, making you yelp. "don't hide your noises from me, pup. if you want mommy to make you cum you have to let me hear you, do you understand?" "y-yes ma'am..." she parts your pussy lips with her fingers and works her tongue back onto your sopping cunt.

you weren't sure how many times you've cum at this point, it felt like it'd been hours that makima was lapping away at your poor pussy. every drag of her tongue against your clit made you twitch. when you finally came again, makima lapped up the rest of your juices, placed one last kiss against your clit, and stood up. "i think i'll let you go home now, pup. you look tired. i'm sorry for keeping you for so long sweetheart." she placed a kiss to your lips. you could taste yourself on her tongue.

you knew this was wrong. you knew you'd be back again tomorrow.

[gingermintpepper]

Twenty Questions; Writer edition Tagged by: @littlesparklight <333

Q. How many works do you have on AO3? A. 48! Which isn't a lot but it isn't nothing either - I'm quite happy with such a neat number.

Q. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? A. Super varied collection here damn but:

Of Skipping Stones and Unresolved Regrets: An FFXV genfic about Noctis adopting a baby Behemoth lmao

Phoenix: Absolutely insane Kuroko no Basuke AU where the Generation of Miracles were gods about to bring about the apocalypse and the fate of the world rested on the thin, very frail shoulders of Furihata Kouki - it was also my first real shot at a long fic (it failed miserably lmfao)

What Relationship Bring: Legit the first ever fic I posted on ao3 - a Valentines Free! fic about Sousuke being an idiot

Night of the King Vessels: My only real contribution to the Magi/Adventures of Sinbad fandom which is an EnSin rp turned fic

Like the Dawn (I see you): Greek Mythology fic that was supposed to be an nsfw prompt fill but has more become an excuse for me to practice writing Apollo and Hyacinthus at different points in their relationship.

Q. What fandoms do you write for? A. Right now? Greek Mythology (general), Touken Ranbu, Pokemon, Windbreaker and Arknights I guess! I don't post a lot of what I write so I don't have anything for Windbre or Arknights published yet, but at some point, I'll produce something I'm happy enough with to slap it onto my ao3 lol. Though, to be fair, I don't even talk about Windbre publicly at the moment LMFAO

Q. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? A. I read and adore every single comment but I don't reply to all of them, unfortunately. It's a combination of me being easily discouraged and me being very introverted lol. When I'm writing comments, much like when I write anything, I like to have substance in it, so shorter comments often leave me floundering since 'thank you for commenting' often feels inadequate as a response for how much I appreciate the words of encouragement. Then, I'd draft a long comment which makes me feel uncomfortable because writing 14 lines in response to 2 is somewhat embarrassing. So, in the end, I don't end up saying anything =w= Longer and mid length comments are more liable to get replies just because it gives me more to work with and I can actually talk about the work and the person's thoughts without feeling like I'm being too prideful or mouthy.

Q. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? A. On Ao3, probably A Petal Falleth since that's just Hyacinthus being dead as hell but that I've ever published? Back when I wrote Kagepro fic, I published an utterly insane ShinKuroKono fic that ended with Konoha getting hit by a car LMFAO

Q. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? A. Uhh all of them? I pretty much exclusively write sappy dappy, lovey dovey tripe so --

Q. Do you get hate on fics? A. Not anymore! When I was younger I got a TON of hate on my old Free and Persona 4 stuff with the Persona 4 stuff being so bad that I deleted all those works and exited the fandom altogether (though I did keep writing and planning stuff for it privately). A few of the Free comment threads still exist on those old fics too since I don't remember deleting them but Free girlies back in the day were BRUTAL about their ships and dynamics.

Q. Do you write smut? A. All the time. Always. It is unironically one of my favourite things to write. Sex in literature is one of those topics that I'm like, deliriously passionate about and could talk about for hours because I'm always a little bit bitter about its wasted potential. I've experimented a lot with it and my most recent pet project with regards to it has been trying to figure out where the line between erotica and erotic fiction lies (because I no longer necessarily consider them the same thing anymore) as well as trying to see if it's possible to write sex without it being sexy. Yeah, sex can be funny, uncomfortable, angry and all those good things but I'm specifically interested in romantic sex scenes where sex acts are secondary to the feelings underlying them. Like the Dawn deals with a lot of stuff like this where Hyacinthus is concerned but that's also made writing sex from his perspective incredibly interesting for me. Anyway, yeah, I write a lot of sex LMAO

Q. Do you write crossovers? A. I adore crossovers but I don't often post them! I love Pokemon crossover especially, but I'm also a sucker for tkrb and Inuyasha crossovers! Also, I would never write one just because it'd be So Long but Bleach crossovers are some of my favourite things in existence.

Q. Have you ever had a fic stolen? A. I mean, if someone did steal one of my fics, they did a great job of it because I've never heard about it

Q. Have you ever had a fic translated? A. Nope! But I have translated a few of my unpublished stuff to portuguese for practice here and there. I also write in pt from time to time just to keep my skills sharp but again, I never post stuff like that LOL

Q. Have you ever co-written a fic before? A. A couple times! Mostly with Pokemon crossover stuff because me and my friends always go insane with those u.u

Q. What's your all-time favourite ship? A. Well, that's an impossible question to answer. All-time by what metric? If it's in terms of who I like writing for the most, then probably Originshipping - Steven Stone and Wallace from Pokemon RSE/ORAS. I've been writing for the two of them for well over ten years now and they're a profoundly comfortable couple for me but, if the question is more about a general 'what ship do I think represents me best' then probably Apollo/Branchus. The older I get, the more I think of them as the pinnacle of romance in all the ways that fascinate and endear me? A lifetime of waiting and hoping that culminates not in a fast-burning passionate relationship, but in a partnership - a friendship, a mentorship, a coming together. They were everything to each other and spent so much time preoccupied with each other and yet, theirs isn't a flashy, tragic thing that becomes a song. Instead, it's etched into walls, hidden away but eternal, stalwart and immutable - a partnership of the spirit and it makes me incredibly emotional just thinking about such a nameless, profound love <3

Q. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? A. Man, all of them? On a more realistic note, Synchroncity | Frequence Illusions. And it's so stupid too, I literally have almost 30k of it written - like, I've completed part two and got a decent way through part 3 but I just don't think I'll ever post it for no reason other than insecurity lmfao. I have a lot I want to write about Sesshomaru and about Inuyasha in general too, it's just that once I get into my head about something, it's very difficult to get out again. Maybe if I rewatch Swords of an Honourable Ruler, I'll get the motivation to finish up that last part and my friend can beat me up until I post it all in one fell swoop, but for now, I feel like no one's interested in this specific brand of Sesshomaru character/relationship study so it feels pretty pointless to put up.

Q. What are your writing strengths? A. Character analysis. Something I've always prided myself on is my ability to breakdown a piece of source material and organise my interpretations of those characters in ways that feel loyal to the source material. I suppose my prose is also a point of pride but that's not really for me to determine anymore LOL

Q. What are your writing weaknesses? A. My kneejerk reaction is to say evoking specific emotions but I have it on good authority that I've gotten quite good at that over the years. Now my biggest writing weakness is my tendency to get too lost in descriptions - I have such specific ideas for how I want scenes and characters to be interpreted that I feel like I don't leave enough room for the reader to engage their imagination with a scene lmao. I think as I regain my confidence in my art, I'll learn to ease up more too, but anything else would have to be attested to by second-hand parties lmao

Q. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? A. Well, it's the same as my opinion on this topic in published fiction - so long as it's elegant and fitting of the style of story being written, go ham. I've seen this kind of thing done successfully a few times - such as fics where the focal point is that a character speaks a different language and their friends are finding out for the first time, or when a character is in distress or overwhelmed and they revert to a more instinctive language but sometimes it's completely unnecessary or doesn't make much sense due to the perspective its written in. I suppose it looks neater if everything is written in one language, but I do so love the diegesis of both the reader and the pov character being equally confused when a character busts out french of something out of nowhere LOL

Q. First fandom you wrote fic for? A. Pokemon! Again, specifically RSE and specifically May/Drew because they are adorable and I was a little Ginger who had not yet been exposed to the concept of homosexuality in any of its forms.

Q. Favourite fic you've ever written? A. A bit of an unsatisfying answer because it's not published but I spend a quite frankly unhealthy amount of time writing out stories associated to my personal Citadel in Touken Ranbu including an Inuyasha crossover that I've rewritten twice now with different squads. I dream of a day where I find the courage to publish some version of this fic because I'm so intensely fond of the relationships, scenarios and research that went into writing it. I'm especially fond of the parallels between Higekiri and Hizamaru's brothership and Sesshomaru and Inuyasha's because there's something so immensely satisfying that comes from presenting Sesshomaru and Inuyasha with a pair of brothers who have hurt each other just as much as they have but are still wholly dedicated to each other because they understand the purpose of their existences. Anyway, I'm really passionate about the Supernatural Society but the chances of me ever doing anything about it are quite slim. Well, not that I really have to do anything anyway - it's still something I treasure immensely with or without other people's opinions on it. I truly wrote it just for me and no one else.

Tagging: @waterlinkedgirl @maelikemaybelline @reawakened-revenant @konu-d @gotstabbedbyapen @firealder2005 and literally anyone else who wants to do this bc it's fun actually <33

[a-personiftranslator]

hi my dumbass made an OTJ and she’s tiffin v storm’s location (and now he owes me 20 dollars)

catch all the references

inhales

The closed border running down her middle: Corpus callosotomy. She can function normally (not all the commissures were cut) but as with other split-brain patients, if something happens in only one sensory hemifield she can only perceive it with the corresponding hemisphere. Define one hemifield as everything on the Norwegian/Finnish side and the other as everything on her Russian side. She has language areas in both hemispheres of equal size, but one understands/produces Russian and the other Norwegian and Finnish. Both know a smattering of words from the various Sami languages. She’s still one consciousness due to the remaining commissures.

Cultural mixing: she’s wearing a luhkka, which was invented by the Sami, but it has a similar status to the parka in that nonnatives have taken it and iterated on it. It’s by no means traditional. I put rosemaling (except instead of roses it’s pine trees and cloudberries so is it really rosemaling?? Something resembling rosemaling at least), which is an artform Norway invented, on it. The ushanka is self-explanatory. I couldn’t get Finland in there visually but know that her phone is a Nokia.

Largest population of brown bears in Norway: her ushanka and fingerless gloves were textured to resemble the fur. Her close set eyes, large irises, and body shape were also chosen to evoke bears.

Norway’s last ancient pine forest: you decide if that’s shading along the bottom of the luhkka or if that’s the silhouette of the forest. Her antlers grow leaves. Rosemaling except pine trees.

Sami reindeer herding: her antlers. The collar thing on the luhkka is reindeer fur. The buttons on the luhkka are made of antler. The flag ear tags. You’re actually supposed to mark the reindeer’s ownership through earmarks but tags are useful as an extra identification measure and also I couldn’t figure out how to convey the identities of her ‘owners’ just through cuts on her auricles. I got a few stray whumperflies drawing the tags but I don’t think she minds.

The river that is the border and also what she is named after: I just. Slapped its shape wholesale onto the luhkka.

The Finland/Norway/Russia border tripoint being the only place where three timezones meet: her watch with 3 hour hands. Norway uses GMT+1, Finland uses GMT+2, and Russia uses GMT+3.

Use of Lutheran/Orthodox churches by Norway/Russia to cement their sovereignty in the region: the crosses/strings even though luhkkas don’t have strings. The Orthodox cross is bigger because, in tiff’s words, “the Orthodox kind of did win” (all the Skolt Sami are Orthodox and they exist on both sides of the border).

Sorry so many of these are Norway specific the 1 good source I could find (other than tiff) was about Sor-Varanger specifically ;-;

the source in question:

(most of the reference images and also the colors I eyedropped onto her are from there)

the pattern for the pine tree was referenced from here:

specifically this image:

some progress pictures so you can see the corrections tiff made:

(the yellow clip things on the river were supposed to be the hydroelectric dams)

i don’t know whether to be proud or upset that i spent more time on this than i did on the bayard drawing for the thoth map:

[coldsaturn]

Hey so question I went to the company of shadows website to download the book and I’m confused on which one is the original (sorry this is a stupid question lol) is it the one I circled in blue? I just want to make sure

HELLO I'm so happy you decided to jump in! Mind the trigger warnings for pretty much everything you can think of (HERE for a more extensive list), but the story somehow manages to end on a "happy ending" note (or the dystopian version of it), so hold onto hope when things get dire.

Now, for how and what you can read:

[I'm going to repeat things you might already know or are not interested in, but bear with me for the sake of possible new readers] The first links that you see are for the DC (director's cut) of the first book. In the DC the first book is split into two volumes. Should you start with that? Honestly, I'm an old school reader and I would suggest you to postpone the DC for a second reread. The first main issue is that it's 100k shorter (and while it improves many passages, it also cuts down others that many of us readers think were important), but you won't get that courtesy from book 2 onward. So you risk getting used to the DC, which is closer to the standard novel length and style you find in the industry, and then you get slapped with book 2 and 3 and 4 which are sensibly longer and different.

The writing style is also another thing you risk noticing the change of if you start with the DC. ICoS was originally a RP then turned novel, and it shows (I say it with the utmost affection). The DC masks this a little.

So, I would personally tell you to ignore the DC, but it's really up to you. If you decide to go with that, that will be your door to Evenfall, which is book 1.

The epub/mobi/pdf links you circled are Evenfall downloadable in those formats. You can choose that if you want the comfort or reading the book on whatever reader you're using. (Ais' website has also an entire Ebook links section that has everything you might want, including a single zip file containing all books in all formats)

What you pointed with the arrow is where my heart is. I see that long-ass list of chapters with dates (from book 2 and on) and I am back sitting on the couch of my little uni apartment in Venice, forgetting what hour is and when's the last time I ate. That's literally the books, in the order and fashion they were originally posted chapter by chapter online. The only difference with the epub/mobi/pdf you circled is the reader/user experience you get from reading right on the website, eyeing that "Uploaded on" at the start of the page, clicking on "Continue to" at the end to switch to the next chapter or book. Idk, it's decadent to me.

Please keep in mind that on the original website you won't get the epub/mobi/pdf versions of book 2-3-4. You need to hop on Ais' website (which I linked above) to do that. And don't forget the Side Stories you can find on the original website (the one you screenshotted).

If you have other questions, I'm here. And absolutely totally feel free to send me reactions and comments as you read, or put them in the tag <3

[stinasbaldhead]

Hello! If I may, would you be amenable to expanding on your "most of you are kinda racist" tag? I do have an idea of what you're referring to with characterization for character of color, and there have been several posts about that in the fandom in the past, but I wanted to ask for clarity to know what you, specifically, have noticed. To be aware of what's happening, talk about it, correct mindsets and actions if needed

Of course, you don't have to answer and can just delete this if you'd like. No pressure. Hope you have a good day :)

hi! mostly i was referring to characterizations of the song twins and wylie and maruca. obviously posts about the issues with linh and tam have been made many times before. for the most part i think that problems with the song twins come from canon itself, but i think people in general need to be more conscientious when looking at their characters and the stereotypes that are already in them :)

and for wylie and maruca, i can't really speak on stereotypes and biases that the fandom has for them as a non-black person, but i just feel like they get put aside by the fandom a lot despite being major characters (wylie in particular)

i really feel like wylie should be an incredibly popular character in this fandom. i mean, he's just got so much... angst about him. you guys love angst. i feel like people take what makes his character so interesting and the hurt and loss that comes with him and just slap it onto another non-black character.

obviously not everyone has to be in love with wylie. but i think the reason such a hurt-and-comfort fic generating machine is ignored so much is because as a black male, he's automatically viewed as more masculine than other characters. therefore he can't be the fandom's "boohoo sad wet sopping cat" character like fitz or keefe, even though HE IS LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF SOPPING WET SAD GOT KIDNAPPED AND TORTURED DEAD MOM FUCKED DAD WHAT ELSE DO YOU GUYS WANT FROM HIM!!!!!!!!

anyways i wish this was more eloquent but i just wrote this really quick!! these are really specific examples but i don't know how to put the general overall racism that i see into words... i'll work on that!! i also don't know how to explain the issues with fanon maruca that i see so

tldr: the song twin's characters have pretty obvious bias and stereotypes that the fandom needs to be more aware of, wylie isn't popular despite his sad cat-ness because black men are seen as more masculine, maruca's characterization makes me uncomfortable in general but idk how to explain it

please tell me if anything i said was wrong or hurtful! i am not black so you should always listen to black people before me. also i am probably biased as a die-hard wylie fan so take anything i say with a grain of salt :) would love to hear other people's opinions on this!

*also, put this in the tags but i feel like its important to say here too: sad sopping wet meow meow wylie is NOT a good interpretation/characterization its pretty shallow but he still should be getting the same treatment as other characters

[queen-tashie]

Writing Whispers

Tagged by @mrbexwrites, thanks! :D I've saved the greatest old excerpt for last, as a grand finale, which... you'll see why XD

Rules: find a few paragraphs of writing from as long ago as you can. Re-write them how you would now.

Tagging - @merriweather-the-un-merri-writer, @isabellebissonrouthier, and anyone else interested in trying this out! (It was a lot of fun!)

This took a while because most of my old writing was in notebooks. Fortunately, I still have some of them B-)

First, Against the Current, which is a Pokemon Fanfic I started in November 2009 and posted on a Finneon fan club Deviant Art account.

The black sea was still. The wind was calm. All the Pokémon of the area were resting, or so it seemed. Svena was a Totodile with a unique personality. Instead of being impulsive like many usually were, she was much more pensive. She enjoyed making theories about things surrounding her, like why the moon grew and shrunk every month, or why water reflected images when it was still.

How I'd write Against the Current now:

The wind and sea were unusually calm tonight. Svena, a Totodile, was waiting by the water's edge, her feet still dry in the cool sand. The starlight wasn't enough to show her reflection staring back tonight. Too many clouds covered the sky, cloaking the world in darkness. Svena stared out into the watery abyss, her body trembling as she fought against her fear just to be here, to be this close. At least the others couldn't see her. She was alone, so she thought.

Survival of the Fittest is what I call my 'second novel' which I never finished (much like my 'first novel'). This was an original work from November 2008.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Tyler tried to ignore his wireless alarm clock’s constant siren, but it was excessively insufferable. He felt around for the snooze button. His alarm clock seemed like a worthless little device, but getting up before the sun was important. Even in the year 2084, alarm clocks were still used as often as they were a century ago.

How I'd write Survival of the Fittest now:

Tyler slapped his alarm clock more times than he should've, but it wasn't turning off. He rose his sleepy head from the bunched-up sweatshirt, but before he could locate the snooze button on the displaced device, Miranda reached over him and shut it off, squeezing him close against her half-clothed body. They couldn't afford to 'sleep in', but gods was she intoxicating.

And now for quite possibly the single greatest line I've ever written in my life, a paragraph from my untitled Oblivion (TES) Fanfic which also includes a scene of paying a roofer via dead-drop, circa 2009. I wrote it in a notebook, but I've transcribed it word for word. You may thing it's not good until that last sentence dares you to change your mind.

Descending the stairs, he tipped over a glass vase on the shelf next to the railing. It chipped, but did not shatter, so he propped it back up, assuming no one would notice. His grey eyes scanned the room. The innkeeper was dozing off in a chair at a table. His goblet was still half-full of ale. Thorn noticed that someone was watching him, so he decided against cutting the innkeeper's coinpurse. He seated himself in a corner where the whole room could be witnessed, so he could observe the observer. The mysterious figure was leaning against a wall adjacent to the front door. Hidden, yet not hiding, he or she waited as if waiting to react to an action.

How I'd write this untitled Oblivion fanfic now, which is a downgrade imo:

Thorn descended the stairs, his eyes on the sleeping innkeeper's coinpurse. As he unsheathed his dagger, his elbow bumped a glass vase, tipping it over and causing the innkeeper to stir. Thorn decided against the impulsive theft, despite the highwayman price he'd paid for the room that night. When he stepped off the uneven stairs onto the shoddy floor, he sensed something. Someone. He was being watched. Thorn's eyes met their's. Dark and piercing under the hood of their cloak, before they fled from the inn.

[therawfishthatdraws]

[🐟] Salutations!

✨ Welcome to my blog!

My name is Arden (she/he) and as the username suggests, I am a fish that draws as a fun little hobby. I am fond of fauna in general, have a specific obsession with salmon, and is currently being consumed by at least 2 of my interests. I also like dragons and angels! Hey guys have I mentioned that I really like fish? Well now I have, and now you know. Very normal about those guys.

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In here you will find original content and fanart, the original content being stuff about my beloved ocs. Occasionally I will dabble in fauna posting as I find great joy in working with them. If I were to slap a genre onto my stuff... I'd personally say I work with fantasy a lot. Feel free to hang if that is your thing! I cannot guarantee 100% satisfaction but I hope you find even a sliver of entertainment.

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