#i don't know man im too lazy to tag all of them

[kori-senpai]

Text posts slapped onto some crappy ofmd Screenshots in celebration of season two on Thursday (!!) ✨

[nomairuins]

and also it doesnt even matter if i miraculously get a job tmrw bc we don't have a car . and im too out of shape to walk anywhere bc everything is far away . so i genuinely dont jnow what to do

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boy failures for u - i. yoichi, s. nagi, s. ryusei, b. meguru

summary; in which some boys just love you so much, they simply can't function

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, comedy, projecting my love for dog energy boys, they're so pathetic /pos, bachira is clumsy, ryusei is an embarrassingly horny dude (can confirm, he gets no bitches, absolutely ZERO play!!), nagi... is perfect as he is, yoichi,,,, is just socially awkward around people he has a crush on

[gender neutral reader]

a/n; look at me being fancy this one panel banner, slay. tbh i couldn't think of a good three photos to use for it so i tried this which is kind of nice. anyways i had a sudden thought hit me and it must be done. and what better anime to write for than the one where everyone has unexplainable gay tension between each other. i swear im as caught up as possible i think and i swear the gay tension is like,, crazy.

isagi yoichi is endearing. he's so bad at being normal around you. his face flushed a cute red, and his words barely managing to leave his mouth as you talk to him so sweetly. he doesn't know how to handle a crush. and it's so cute to tease him because he just doesn't know how to respond properly.

the times where he does manage to gain enough confidence to talk a conversation with you, he's never taking the lead in any of them. he's talking [somewhat] normally to you, answering your questions and [attempting] to reply to your thoughts and responses. of course, just don't flirt with him too hard. there's like a 50 percent chance he will understand it or not.

he can't even admire you correctly. when he attempts to give you a compliment, he's saying all the wrong words and apologizing profusely like he offended your entire bloodline. he's so utterly enchanted by you, he wonders if you're an angel sent just for him.

"you're so nice, y/n." "huh?" "i-i mean you're really cute! wait- i didn't mean that! fuck- not that i don't think you look cute! you're really a great person, you know?! sorry! i'm just gonna go back to practice...!"

nagi seishiro is so lazy that you can't help but watch over him. you understand why reo adores him (a little too much). he's a boy with pretty privilege and talent. he talks to you with such honesty that he unintentionally flirts with you. he doesn't know a lot of things well, but even he's had his fair share with understanding liking people (but that's only with the random dating sims he's tried).

when he manages to get on his feet, whether it's for a soccer match or you, he's stuck by you like a cute koala. he whines about everything being "too much of a hassle." but he finds himself walking around looking for you, no matter how far you are. he whines to you about how he had to get up to find you, and he's cuddling close to you. his mouth turned into his signature X shape as he pouts at you, annoyed that you just had to be away from him for more than a minute.

he tries so hard to be around you but at the cost of his laziness, he mutters to you about how much easier it would be if you just stay with him all the time like his purple-haired companion or his cactus pet. he fell for you first, but he makes it so easy for you to fall harder.

"why do you always have to do stuff?" "it's my job, sei." "you should just stay with me all the time. you take care of me so well."

shidou ryuusei is annoyingly desperate for you. if isagi was endearing, shidou was insolent. he speaks before he thinks. he has no shame in chasing after you. it's quite a feat that you haven't even shooed him away as much as sae has. you sort of find a friend in sae because of that. he always rolls his eyes when you mention him. he wonders why you keep being around the blonde jock, and you tell him, "who doesn't love a pathetic man?"

when he talks to you, he just can't read a room with you in it. he's the type of guy to say "this shot is for you." and it hits the goal post and then to his face. of course he'd never actually miss in a real match but i can guarantee that it would happen during a practice match. he unintentionally humiliates himself every time he tries to be cool. if sae is there, it's even worse. he's trying to bump up the flirting up to a 200 and failing miserably to woo either of you.

he's like those tweets where it's like, "how did i pull them? easy. i just went, PLEASEPLEAPLSEPWPLEAPLELA-". without fail, he basically tries to re-enact that but he doesn't even pull you because you'd much rather wait for him to actually be a decent man and grow the rest of his brain. though it doesn't seem he'll learn his lesson anytime soon.

"did i ever tell you how hot you look right now?" "yes. you have. multiple times. today." "please go out with me." "no."

bachira meguru is confusing. he's clingy, blunt, teasing, a little stupid but has the spirit, and an absolute cutie. he's passionate about what he likes. and surprise, surprise, he likes you. he's an infodumper but you don't mind at all. but sometimes those talks take a hard left into just telling you how much he likes you. you better hope you're strong because he will be jumping on you for a hug.

when he's just buzzing with excitement, he can't help but scramble by your side to cling onto you in any way that you will allow him to. he's not as boy failure as the others on this list because even when he fails to capture your heart, he's still succeeding in his book. he loves when you give him any sliver of attention. that's probably his thing as a boy failure. he is a hyper and needy dog who's too big to cuddle with but doesn't care. and you can't say no because then they just stare at you with those big eyes until you cave.

he's the type of guy to be confused when people ask if you're dating him and you say no. "what do you mean we're not dating? i thought this was the dating." he's never actually confessed, but he considers his "s-tier affection" to be confession enough. but he's kind of coward whether he realizes it or not. he's scared to actually say that he wants to be yours, but that's like an angsty story for another time, SO SHUT.

"what if we kissed? like right now?" "but we're not dating, meguru." "we're not? we should." "i'll think about it." "no think! just do!"

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey love! if you're still accepting requests, could I get an extremely wild, rough and feral nsfw Daemon x wife fem!reader please? (feel free to ignore and sorry if the request is weird, but I'm thirsty for this handsome fictional man who unfortunately doesn't exist)

Frost Bite

Daemon Targayen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were travelling back to home soil in anticipation of your wolf's heat cycle. Besides the fact that you could not stand the sound of your prince husband's breathing and the fact you were certain he would perish in the cold, there was one more reason why you did not want him to join you: the fact the heat was affecting you too.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Basically PWP, 5k+ SMUT T_T (non-con [daemon touches her while she's asleep], virgin!reader, she cries for various reasons, fingering, choking, biting, degradation kink, corruption kink, spitting, marking, edging, oral [fem receiving], breeding kink, cream pie), RIP feminism, opens with a wet dream, brief mentions of near death experience in a snow storm, dark!daemon (but imo its just canon daemon) fem!reader, wife!Reader, soft!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: YEAH MINORS DNI. LOL SO I was planning to write this for my part 2 of my Stark!Reader, but i got lazy and didn't want to create a whole plot leading up to the smut, so i removed it all together, which I guess worked out swell for you nonnie, since I was planning something absolutely unhinged. I hope you liked that fic of mine since you're basically getting a p3 of it So here's part 1, here's part 2, but you don't need to read any of them to understand, but i suggest you do for background cos lol this is PWP T_T Next part ig but its a blurb "✨Magic✨" OMG NEXT PART BUT ITS NOT A BLURB "Moon Cycle" Also nonnie, i wanted to tell you albeit asking for smut is pretty awkward HAHAHAH you gotta process these feelings somehow you know. i mean, we could have been criminals, like Daemon, instead but we're not, and that's what matters (unless you are a criminal in which case im closing my eyes) this gif of him is so large on pc but idc he's so hot MATT I WANT YOU SO BAD FUCK OFF if someone snitches to big brother again like in In Your Defense /: Idk if you want to be, but I'm tagging everyone I tagged in the previous fic, as well as the others that commented there SO HI THIS IS SMUT YOU CAN GO IF YOU WANT LOL HAHHAH @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda @moonmaiden1996 @thatmysteriousblog

I caught him. I caught him doing the very thing I dreaded to catch him do. The one thing I accused him of doing every night, though in my heart of hearts I wished he did not... not that I would ever admit it to his face. Because why would I? Admitting it would mean- "You want me," Daemon heaved against the neck of the woman beneath him. He cranes his neck up as he thrust into her, smirking, eyes dark, "you want this to be you," he pants as he stares at me, "don't you?" I am in my place, frozen, watching and hearing the woman come undone underneath my husband who kisses her tenderly. "Daemon," I whimper helplessly, teary eyed, "Daemon please." "Fuck off."

I jolt awake, sweat sheening my neck and chest. I turn to my bed, empty, because though Daemon insisted we sleep together and I could not fight him in his decision, he did not return to me until nigh dawn.

I wipe my face as I recall my intensifying dreams.

It seems my travels up North would come quicker than anticipated.

And as much as I wanted to tell him I told you so, oh to all the gods, how badly he deserved it, there was no time for me to gloat when Daemon did the very thing I warned him not to, fall into the icy river.

It was instantaneous. The cracking of the ice, the splashing of water, the scream that escaped me. Maybe I should have left him in the cave we kept Caraxes, who he insisted on bringing. But then again he would have insisted on joining me to the cabin, the way he insisted on joining me here up North in the first place.

And now I had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

It was sheer miracle that I got him out of the river without falling into it myself, sheer stupidity of me to rid him of his coat and offer him mine when the blistering snow storm was not relenting, and quite clearly the sheer will of the gods that both of us made it to the cabin... barely.

The moment we walked in, I shut the door and scrambled towards the fireplace. As my fingers shivered, I thought of Havoc, and how at least I know she would find mine and Daemon's corpses if ever we do not make it. I had sent her away when the storm came out of nowhere because we had to find cover for Caraxes, and she would not have been any of help to us if she were here with us anyway.

My poor pup. She would be heartbroken if she saw me frozen. And Caraxes...

I curse the flint, I curse the cold, I curse the gods, and I curse Daemon for every time I failed to light a fire. I thanked the Stranger for finally allowing me the mercy of my eventual success.

Once the fire was burning steady, I get on my feet and run to Daemon, hauling him over to the fire roughly in haste where he helpelessly kneels in front of. He could do nothing but shiver as I scramble to get some dry clothes and sheets for the both of us.

I yank him closer to the fire and begin to undress him.

Seeing as he is nothing but docile to my actions and how his skin was turning grey, I began to grow frantic, "you cannot fucking die, you prick!"

I rip his top off and quickly clothe him, "I did not go through all the trouble of marrying you for nothing. I refuse to be forced into another marriage because your stupid ass froze to death."

Daemon's shudder comes out in a thick condensation.

"Fuck," I whimper, as I struggle to get him out of his boots and breeches.

I shrivel up at the feel of his frozen fingers then brush against my arm and I shake my head rapidly, realizing there was no choice. The only way I can warm him quickly enough is if I share my own.

I strip him naked, pulling off the shirt I struggled to put on him as well, then wrap him in a fur blanket in the meantime. I then take off my own clothes and hiss at the nipping cold.

The fact Daemon does not even look at my naked form strikes a chord in me.

I straighten him up and fix the blankets on his legs and thighs before I sit on his lap. I press my bare chest against his and whimper at his dangerously concerning coldness.

He shivers against me as his face rests helplessly on my shoulder. His breath that hits my skin is not even hot.

"Remember, you're too fucking stubborn to die," I say as I wrap my legs around his torso and graciously place his fingers beneath my bottom.

His lack of warmth literally brings tears to my eyes.

I reach out for the other blanket and wrap it over myself, consequently Daemon, before I wrap my arms around him and breathe hotly against his face.

I rub his back, "will you allow irony to take you? The hot blooded prince defeated by the cold?"

He releases a shiver and moves his head. He mutters something, but his quaking body does not allow me to make sense of it.

"Do not waste your energy," I chide.

And so for a long moment, we stay like this, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing each other's heat. I do my best to warm him. I even nuzzle against him, the way Havoc did me, just so I could warm his stupid face.

Daemon finally finds it in him to lean against my touch, and when he does, he mutters under his breath, "irony-" shudder, "-would be if the- N-Northern princ-ces-s-ss died in the cold."

My face contorts and yet I cannot help but chuckle at him, glad he can sputter his nonsense again, "then I should make Caraxes burn you for your stupidity."

I shiver when I feel his icy lips kiss my neck. Goosebumps form on my skin when I feel the hot breath that follows. My hands rake up to his nape, where I then dig my fingers as I pull away.

"N-n-nno!" he stutters, hands coming around my hips to brace me tightly, "I ss-swear I'm not warm yet-t-t."

I pull back again though to face him when I said, "I only wanted to tell you," I lean my forehead against his face, "I fucking told you so, you stupid idiot."

I rest my face on his shoulder and close my eyes, knowing I would not be off him any time soon.

I dream about him. I dream about kissing his shivers away. I dream about pulling the fur blanket that separated our legs away, and riding him until he was warm.

I dream about how good he feels, and how he burns inside me. I dream about calling his name, unlike how I did in my other dreams. I was no longer calling out in betrayal, I was calling out in pleasure.

Daemon.

Daemon.

"Daemon," I trail off in a groan, willing my heavy eyelids open. I feel pressure building up inside me before I understand what's happening.

I not know how, but I am laid on a bed, head on a pillow, form still naked. Daemon is sat up beside me, peering down at me and his hands.

I whine.

His fingers-

"Oh fucking hell," he groans as his other hand begins to knead at my breasts, "you feels so good wrapped around my fingers, I-"

I cut him off with my squeak, hands flying to his arm, thighs closing shut, squeezing this hand in between my thighs.

"Daemon," the dazed quality of my voice is gone.

He tilts his head, face twisting, a challenge.

When I struggle and wrangle against him, all it takes is his hand on my throat to make me go still. I barely manage a choke and my breath continues to leave me as his fingers quicken their pace inside me.

He only releases me after I shake and shudder when I come.

It is overwhelming and nothing at all like I have dreamed or imagined, unlike all the times I've touched myself in secret. It was intense but there was a shame tied to it.

My entire body is hot and tears prick my eyes at his relentless ministrations.

"You were too fucking ready for that," Daemon mutters dryly as he quickly pulls away and shifts in his spot, "how long have you imagined fucking me, hmm?"

Before I even have the brain to do something, he crawls down the bed, "was it when you caught me touching myself to you?" He sinks down, grabbing my legs, "or have you done it before and withheld me of your sweet cunt for no fucking reason?"

All at once, he brings his face between my legs and begins to lick all the slickness off my pulsing core.

"DAEMON!" I scream, pressing my thighs close as I push myself up on my elbows, trying to break free of him.

He ignores me and forces my legs open even as I kick them in protest, "you will not deny me something you so clearly want yourself."

He grunts and pushes my legs down before grabbing my hands that were shoving him away, "you fucking bitch," he grips me tightly, "you will not find it in yourself to fight me off once I make a whore out of you."

I growl at his words, feeling my stomach drop along with my tears because of it.

I was realizing just how strong he really was, and how in moments where our arguments got a bit physical, he has probably holding back. The revelation of this does not cease my attempts at freeing myself, but it is as pointless as I feared.

Daemon rises up from his spot, nearing me, up until he is breathing against my cheek and rubbing his hardened length against my wetness.

I turn away from him, unable to really do anything else and shudder as he speaks, "you said it yourself, you did not go through all this trouble marrying me for nothing."

I screw my eyes shut, feeling tears fall, "Daemon."

He shushes me, pulling my arms up above my head, "you should not worry. I refuse to die now that I know of your lust."

I whimper as he rolls his hips against me, "still, the idea of someone claiming you- fuck-" he groans gutturally, "had I died..." he trails of in another groan, "someone else would have gotten my prize and it would have been all be your fault."

Daemon squeezes my wrist in one hand then grabs my jaw, forcing me to turn to him. I keep my eyes shut though as he heaves hotly, "I should utterly ruin every part of you so you can never have anyone but me. Though make no mistake, I would never let that happen as I so fucking breathe."

"Hypocrite," I scoff.

He laughs and I tense at the feeling of his vibrations, "she speaks."

I dare to look at him as I pant, "you do not desire me. You're just a spoiled brat who merely wants to wet his cock, just like how you do every night."

"Oh," he groans, "is this jealousy I hear?" He squeezes my cheeks, "is my pretty whore jealous that she is not the only one?"

"Fuck you!" I manage out though muffled.

Daemon laughs at the feel of tears rushing down his fingers, "do not cry, foolish wife. I'll have you know I have not wet my cock ever since I called out your name when I fucked someone else before our wedding day."

He releases my face. I attempt to even out my breath.

"I hadn't even realized until she asked me who-"

"And you think you deserve an award for that?!" I quip through my heavy breathing.

He lets out a laugh that makes me whimper, "I think you ought to know that mine own want for you has made everyone else undesirable," he licks my cheek, making me pull my head away from him, "I have been so pent up in want and for what? Because you're too bull headed to allow me anything other than my lonely hand?"

I try to wrangle out of his grip again, and he presses his whole body on me in response, "it's quite adorable that you still have it in you act like you didn't just call my name out loud while you dreamt of fucking me."

He rubs his nose against my jaw, "you wanna know how I know?"

"Fuck off-"

"You were rutting against me like a hussy," he sighs, "by the gods, had I known you were so wanton at night, I would have never granted you the insult of sleeping alone."

I could feel myself burn hotter with each word that leaves his lips despite myself. I did not want him to catch me like this, but there was no use; I was already caught.

As Daemon rocks his hips on mine, he hisses, undoubtedly feeling how much wetter I had gotten was beneath him.

"Fuck," he trails off, "here's what going to happen," he whispers, rutting against me rougher.

I cannot for the life of me withhold my whimper.

He chuckles as he presses his face against mine, "I'm going to make you come with my tongue and then I'm going to fuck you until you cry."

"Daemon, please stop-"

"Your heartbeat against my cock and how fucking wet you are disagrees with your protest, little liar," he croons. He lifts his head, then leans his forehead against mine, "don't worry, my little virgin, you will not cry because it hurts, you will cry because you'll want it so bad that it hurts."

"Daemon-"

"You will not refuse me," he whispers, though it is anything but sweet, "not when there is not a sliver of doubt in my mind that you want this too."

He brings his hands to my neck again and I wait for his grip to tighten, but it does not, "now say it."

I look up at him as my breathing quickens.

"Yield," he commands, breathing heavily all of a sudden.

I look up at him feeling my belly swirl in ways I could not ever explain.

"Admit to both our ears that you burn for me just as I have been fucking burning for you."

I yelp when he puts pressure on my throat then releases it.

"Say it," he barks.

"I-"

"Say you want me," he says softer this time.

I am disarmed by his quick change in tone and a shiver leaves me as the cold finds its way to my belly as he pulls away. Daemon releases my hands then begins to crawl down. His eyes are fixed on my as he mutters once more, "say it."

I shudder as he presses my thighs against his cheeks then whispers, almost begging, "say it."

I turn away from him and close my eyes, awaiting his next actions, for it was not like I could stop him if I refuse.

"Say it," he urges louder, "you know you want to."

I clench my jaw, "just do what you want and be done with it."

He growls, and goosebumps form on my skin when I feel him bite at the inner most part of my thigh. I grip at the sheets at the feel of teeth and tongue. I bite my lips tightly to keep myself from making any noise.

"I should, shouldn't I?" Daemon mutters.

I yelp and look down at him when his finger strokes my core.

His eyes are dark as he airily chuckles at my reaction, "after all I have given you my name, my Targaryen queen. You are no longer your own, you are forever mine."

I watch him as he lifts his head up and kisses my sopping heat. I flinch when he nips at me, drawing my nub out with his teeth. He lifts his head as he releases my flesh. His chin is glistening with my slick as he says, "I want you."

My breath leaves me when he says this.

"And I know you want me too, but I have to-- I need you to say it." He repositions himself in my thighs, "you are after all married to maniac," he breathes against me, "now, say it."

He shakes my thighs, "SAY IT!"

"I want you," I snap, "Daemon, I-" a loud cry rips out of me before I can even continue.

The sound of him lapping his tongue on me, eating me out as if I was his final meal, was somehow louder than my cries. I cannot help but so violently react to him as he devours me. He forces me still in his grip and fights off the movement of my thighs with his face.

It seems as though my admittance has reduced me into nothing but needy sounds.

Without another thought, my hands reach down at him and dig into his silver hair. I arch my back and pull at him when his tongue flicks into me.

"Fucking slut," he mutters, squeezing my thighs as he pulls me apart.

I scream out his name as he digs his face deeper into me. I lift my head up when he pulls away to laugh, "look at you, rutting against me like the needy whore you are."

I don't have time to find offence in his words because I still, not even realizing I was in fact moving my hips against him. He laughs as he continues his work, leaving me no time to feel embarrassment and only hot pleasure.

He is fucking good at what he does. He's so fucking good that my mind wanders where it should not. How much practice has he gotten to be this good? It is precisely because of this that I finally break, "all for you, Daemon," I grab his cheeks, "all for you-- all mine."

I do not see how his eyes dart up to me for I then throw my head back and whine. I feel myself come close to my undoing, "fuck, Daemon, don't stop."

I shriek when I bites me.

Just as I am inching so close, all at once, he pulls away from me.

I pant and stiffen as I hear and feel him spit on me. Much like all other moments, I do not have time to react. When I turn to him, he grabs my legs and shoves me to my side.

I begin to panic when he rises to his knees.

"I'll be fucking damned if I don't make you come on my cock right now," he grunts, making my eyes drop down to the very thing, erect, hard, and angry.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he blurts, though he doesn't give me much of a chance to as he drags me up into the position he wants me by my hips.

I haven't even propped myself up on my arms yet when he unceremoniously begins to pound into me.

I am certain if anyone could hear us in the middle of this storm, they would think I was mad, or worse, being tortured.

"I'm going to breed that prurient wolf in you, just as I'm sure your wolf, Havoc, is being bred right now."

I growl at the idea and feel my belly tighten at his words.

Daemon groans before he chuckles, "that's it, isn't it?"

His relentless thrusts begin to grow sloppy. Suddenly, he yanks me by my hair and lifts me up. His other hand slaps to my throat to offer painful support as he pulls me up against him.

I choke on my spit when my form presses against him with difficulty. He sinks down on his knees, my core wrapped around his length as he shifts me in a snug position atop him.

His hands make their way to my breasts to roughly grope them. His teeth sink down on my shoulder.

I release a wild sound as my own hands come on top of his. I am left moaning at how his mouth sinks into my skin.

Daemon makes sure to suck hard before pulling away. For a moment he catches his breath before speaking, "you did not want me here because you are affected by your wolf's heat, aren't you."

The way I begin to slowly bounce on top of him is enough of an answer to him.

He laughs as his hands depart from my tender breasts, one going down to my sensitive nub, the other sealing my throat again, "you are a fucking selfish bitch for keeping your cunt from me."

My breathing becomes arduous when he tightens his grip around me.

"You would have preferred to touch yourself to the thought of me?" he questions as he rubs on my sensitive nub.

"Daemon," I gasp, pushing my head back as his lips latch on my neck again.

He ceases the moment of his fingers as he finishes grazing on my skin. "Yes, my pretty whore?" he mutters in between his kisses, "what do you want, hmm?"

My breathing strains when his hand tightens around my throat more. I catch my breath when he releases his grip to push my hair off to the side, "tell me what you want me to do to you."

I call out his name. He calls out mine.

I find myself grabbing his hands as I moan out, "I want you to fuck me."

Without another word, I am thrown down to the bed. The only reason I'm still on him is because of his hands that latch on my hips.

I am nothing against his strength. He handles me like a ragdoll, fucking me with absolutely no regard and nothing else in mind.

I make sounds that mean nothing. His name is polluted by my whimpers and cries that you cannot make head or tail of.

I would not last any longer with how he was handling me, even if I wanted to, even if I tried.

"That's it my easy bitch," he pants, "come around me like the needy whore you are."

"Daemon-"

"Your eager cunt will take my seed well when I fill you up," his one hand leaves my hip and rips my head back by my hair again, "don't you think, pretty wife?"

"Yes," I reply without thinking, "yes, yes, yes, yes-"

"And you will give me your pups," he mutters, "bare my dragons, like a dutiful wife will you not?"

My only response is my body breaking orgasm. I shiver beneath him, falling powerless as I scream his name and crumble, absolutely boneless.

Daemon lets out a string of curses as he milks out my reaction for all he's got.

He does not waver once bit and it maddeningly delicious.

My voice hikes up when I feel him release inside me not too late after.

"Fucking come slut," he barks as he snaps his hips in me, "take it all just like that."

I bury my screams in the cushions he presses on, unrelenting. When he finally does grow sloppy, I take a moment to catch my breath and relish the feel of him.

I whimper when he pulls away and slaps my ass.

"The absolute mess you've made of yourself," he coos, as he rubs the skin he slapped.

I can feel myself leaking, I can feel it all over my legs, on the sheets, and I could practically feel his pleased smile as he watches the lewd display. I could not bring myself to care at all though, not when my legs begin to fall.

I squeak when Daemon rearranges me on the bed. He is not at all as rough as he was with me a while ago, but his strength and my lack thereof does not really allow him to be gentle.

He falls onto the side of the bed next to me and gathers me into his chest. When I roll over to him, I groan at the feeling of my wet thighs pressing together.

"Do not make issue of that," Daemon says as he watches me squirm. He pulls me close to him, arm over my shoulders. His other hand hooks behind my knee, dragging me atop him. I whimper and push my hand on his chest when I feel core empty out on his thigh.

He does not allow me to pull away and I turn to him because of this. Daemon forces me close against him, "are you so haughty over my come that you cannot bare the thought of it-"

"But it's getting everywhere," I start off loudly but end with a whisper.

Daemon's nostrils flare as he shakes his head, "I should sure hope so."

I feel my cheeks burn and so I decide to hide my face in his chest.

His laughter intensifies, and I do not enjoy how my head bounces on his ribcage because of it.

"Oh meekness suits you well, my dear."

I weakly mumble, "fuck off."

His amusement continues as he rubs my arms, "you mean, 'I want you to fuck me, Daemon.' "

"I did not say it like that!" I quip, lifting my head as I turn to him, finally making him cease his stupid laughter. The sight of his stupid smug face still glimmering in slick renders me frozen.

Suddenly I am aware of how cold the room still was.

"Pray tell, how did you say it?" he hums, pushing hair behind my ear.

I furrow my brows and press my cheek on his chest again, admitting lowly, "I didn't say your name at the end."

"My," he draws shapeless figures on my skin, "I'm glad to know the moment is burned in your very being."

"Fuck off," I mutter under my breath, scratching my eye. It dawns onto me that my face was equally as wet as Daemon's. Heat rises up my face again when I realize I really did cry because of how good he felt.

"Don't fret," he sighs, "there is a reason why you should not worry yourself about how your pretty cunt is leaking blood and come. I shall fuc-"

I turn to him in concern and push myself up.

Daemon furrows his brows and shakes his head, "it is normal," he soothes, grabbing my cheek, "or did you just forget your maidenhood was still intact after imagining fucking me?"

I am suddenly aware how real everything was. My husband has finally gotten me to consummate our marriage and all his talk of me bearing his seed could may well come true. My chest begins to constrict as my mind floods with endless scenarios.

"Well, if you start frowning like that, I might actually feel bad," Daemon mutters, lifting himself up on his elbows, "what's wrong?"

I look at his concerned expression and find myself speaking before I realize, "did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" he clarifies quickly.

"That you want me," I quip just as fast.

He stares at me for a moment, as if he was taken aback or measuring the truthfulness in my voice. When a prolonged moment passes between us, he realizes I was serious.

"Fuck," he drops his head back, "it must be exhausting to be a woman with your overthinking."

"Well, pardon me for not-"

"You are pardoned," he blurts, making me whimper when he suddenly flips us over.

I am beneath him again. He does nothing but press his weight on me, but I struggle beneath him, not enjoying the idea of remaining in an uncomfortable position.

He misreads my intentions and hinders me from moving, as he wraps his arms around me, "I just told I want you, that I burn for you, that I want you to mother my children. Do you honestly think I am one to say that to anyone?"

I gulp as he shifts to nestle his face in the crook of my neck, "I..." he breathes against my skin. He does not continue as he opts to kiss my neck instead.

When I move to wrap my own arms around him, he speaks again, "I am at your mercy. You saved me from freezing to death when you could have easily decided to rid of me."

I press my cheek against him and begin to comb through the long hair on his back, "I was serious about my distaste to remarry."

"Well, you will not," he quickly retorts, "you will have me until the end."

I bring my legs around him as I release a sigh, "consider me overjoyed by the thought."

He chuckles as he shifts, "you do not sound-"

"I did not want to admit it," I cut him off, "but I think I..." I turn to him as he lifts his head, "I think I... care for you, Daemon... I-"

"Love you," he finishes, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

And for the first time since our nuptials, he kisses me. He kisses me not because he has to, not for the sake of showing everyone present, but because he wanted to, for the sake of showing me.

He is nothing but warmth, nothing but fire, nothing but him. Daemon is not sweet, but in this moment he put even honey to shame.

He begins to stir on top me, though he makes sure his lips do not leave mine. It is because of my moan that we are broken apart, the moan that leaves me when I feel him slip inside me.

"Daemon-"

"You know how I fuck," he sighs, rubbing his nose against mine, "but now we'll both know how I make love."

[puripurin]

— There was something you could never understand even after spending a two years in this world. The first thing you experienced was when you were suddenly aware that you were in another world, was someone trying to kill you after they accused you of stealing their beloved.

All you had done was look around in the area you were dropped in, which was an allyway, before a man tripped on some rubbish before falling on you, to which their "yandere" screeched in horror before trying to rip out your windpipe.

By some miracle, someone had saved you both by shooting them in the head, and that was how you got introduced to AFHD, Assassins For Hire by Darlings. It was just a hitman agency created by various darlings who got sick and tired of yanderes breaking into their homes and killing several of their friends.

You and the man, named Cain, had almost immediately joined and started your training, and after you both finished, you rose through the ranks at lightning speed with Cain and you being nicknamed "Killer Duo", which admittedly made you flustered. But you can say that your quick rise up the ranks created this situation.

"Are you done with that blasted monolog?" The man said curtly. You huffed and rolled your eyes before continuing.

This man was the--

"Okay, that's enough. I'm done with your shenanigans because I know you're going to just complain." The man shook his head before speaking once more. "Now, as I was trying you say earlier, I don't want you to be in the organization anymore because these delicate fingers are to be welding daggers and guns, ratger they should be wrapped around my hard cock—"

"WHATTTT—"

Srry for not posting the laziness was kicking innnnn, plus im starting to get into sewing because getting shit over seas is expensive and my style of clothes (lolita), it EXPENSIVE. All the shit i want is all in USD which i want 2 kill myself because the exchange rates are crazy, like "oh you want a $341 ball jointed doll base?" TOO BAD 2.3K IN MY CURRENCY >>>:((((((

Anyways enough ranting im tired like a horse. 😮‍💨😫

Edit: tags.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Hello!

Just saw your post about prompts… 👀

If you’re interested, I’ve been dying for a very particular Buck/Bucky fic, where, during the interrogation scene, the officer has Gale brought in to try and get answers out of Buck ✨

Im a sucker for the extreme angsty stuff, but other than that, I’ll leave the prompt broad and up to your interpretation!

Thank you! ♥️

(This went more "two Steve McQueens fight a couple nazis" and less "oh god why must I watch you be hurt" but I hope you enjoy! Personally, I think Buck's likely the shithouse crazy one of them when it comes down to it, and Bucky just tags along when it happens.)

[cw: blood mention]

After several minutes of going back and forth, the interrogator questioning and Bucky replying over and over with his name, rank, and serial number, the interrogator pauses, then says, "Well, let us try something else."

Bucky expects the man to stand up and threaten him. Instead, he pushes a button on his desk. There's a buzzing outside the office.

Bucky expects guards and guns, maybe a fight. He keeps his seat even as the door opens, ready to spring up if needed but trying to hold himself in check.

There's two sets of footsteps, and then Bucky looks to his left where they stop.

It's a guard, all right. And next to him, still in his uniform, is Buck. He's bruised and busted, though not as badly as Bucky. He's standing at ease, like he's not shocked to see Bucky.

But Buck looks not shocked to people who don't know him a lot of the time. Bucky, though, he can read that face like his favorite book. And Buck's face is stoic, but there's mayhem in his eyes.

"John Egan," Buck says, and Bucky leans forward, ready to go, "What took you so long?"

"Well, I had to come back from London, you know," Bucky replies. "Told you you should have come with."

"Maybe next time I will," Buck says. He licks the corner of his mouth where there's a spot of blood. He looks at the interrogator. "I suppose I'm here for a reason."

The interrogator smiles thinly. He rests on his desk and waves at the guard, who takes two steps back.

Stupid, Bucky thinks. Absolutely and fantastically stupid.

"Major Egan is not being forthcoming," the interrogator says. "And you have also not been forthcoming, Major Cleven."

"Attaboy," Bucky says in his most obnoxious drawl. It makes the interrogator glare at him. Perfect.

"If you think showing me Egan's alive is going to be make me cooperate with you, you're wrong," Buck says, cool as you please. He scratches his wrist. The guard behind him doesn't even twitch. Bucky catches the way Buck's hand doesn't fully uncurl when he drops it to his side again.

"What he said," Bucky adds.

"You Americans and your confidence," the interrogator says, looking like he wants to spit. "Always so certain you can't be stopped."

Bucky shrugs and slouches further in his chair. He finishes his cigarette, stares at the interrogator, and flicks the butt to the floor. The man's nostrils flare. "Buck, when we're out of here, I'm taking you dancing."

"You can try," Buck says, and Bucky moves at the same moment Buck does, grabbing the interrogator by the throat and snatching the letter opener off of the desk. He stabs him through the jugular, holding him up as he bleeds all over his pristine uniform.

He lays the interrogator on the floor and glances at Bucky. The guard's down, too. His neck slashed clean across. There's a razor blade with fabric wrapped around the dull side next to him.

"How'd you get a razor blade?" Bucky asks as he takes the interrogator's gun and knife and searches through his pockets. He finds money and a gold watch.

"They made me scrub their bathrooms," Buck says. "I think it was meant to emasculate me. I found it in the wastebasket."

"They didn't search you?" Bucky asks. He walks to the door and presses his ear to it. There's no noise outside.

"They're undisciplined," Buck says. "Not lazy or dumb, but undisciplined."

Bucky reads between the lines. It won't be easy or simple to get out of here, but the men here won't be expecting a fight. "It's quiet out there," he says.

Buck walks up next to Bucky and hands him a box of ammunition. He tucks two folders into his jacket, then tucks another two into Bucky's. They all have a large stamp on the front that seems to imply importance. "Where's your sheepskin?"

"Traded it out," Bucky says. "You hated it."

Buck stares at him for a moment, then pulls him in and kisses him. "You ever fly without it again, I'll shoot you down myself."

Bucky kisses back. "I'm telling Marge you paused my heroic rescue to kiss me like a bad movie."

"I'm telling Marge you were dumb enough to get captured," Buck replies. He pulls Bucky into a quick hug that Bucky happily returns. "Ready?" Buck asks, holding up the knife he's stolen. His gun's tucked into his waistband so he can grab the doorknob.

Bucky stands behind him, the knife in his right, the gun in his left. The box of ammunition in his pocket makes him feel lucky. The sharp concentration and determination in Buck's eyes makes him feel sure. "Let's get the hell out of here."

[yael199192]

I feel like O'saa would be a bit affectionate for their S/O.

Giving them gifts and such while also protecting them of weirdos.

Being all cold, serious, and stoic, it is a bit funny for me whenever O'saa is all lovey dovey.

Anyway here's the Part 3 of O'saa x GN oldfriend reader :)

Warning; none, just fluff.

____________________________

A few weeks past by.

It was a sunny day outside in Abyssonia.

The two of you were having a good time around the village.

You were buying some stuff with O'saa while he stood close to you.

You had decided to bring O'saa with you since you were leaving Abyssonia the next day.

Your parents wanted to meet the Mage too.

[Timeskip to the next day]

"Got everything?" O'saa asked. "Yup" you replied with a big smile on your face.

The two of you walked out of O'saa's house. Walking to the train station that wasn't quite far away.

As you two made it inside the train, you quickly sat next to O'saa.

"Excited to meet my parents?" You asked, making the man chuckle slightly. "Sure, but im more calm than excited." O'saa answered in his usual deep and thick accented tone.

Some hours or more past by, the train was nearing your destination while you shared some fun stuff you will be doing O'saa in your own homeland.

As you got to your destination, the two of you went outside the train.

You were leading O'saa to your home, which will propably take time to get there.

"My parents always wanted to meet a Mage, i think they will accept you." You said with a smile on your face. "Do they? How...odd. Its not everyday that someone wanted to meet a mage." O'saa thought out loud.

[Timeskip since im lazy to write more.]

O'saa had met your parents. They were friendly, gave him a spare bedroom and such.

As the next day came by, you, O'saa, and your family decided to go to a water park nearby.

Right after you got there, you quickly changed. You were excited since you loved water parks and their large and cool slides.

You also needed to force O'saa a bit to join you.

You, O'saa, and some of your siblings went into the water first. It was surprisingly warm as you played tags and volleyball on the water with your siblings. O'saa just watched, his arms crossed.

"Hey, join us, we were about to test every slides." You called out, slowly swimming towards O'saa. "Im not really a fan of slides.." O'saa replied, looking at your siblings who were running to the water slides, then at you. "Oh come on! Don't be like that. I promise it will be fun!" You began to pull O'saa with you, which you can see in the corner of your eyes, that he was chuckling quietly to himself.

Soon enough, O'saa found himself sliding down the slides with you, which was...quite fun for him.

You having some playful fights with your siblings on the water, eating ice cream or some food by a stand nearby, etc.

It was very fun, even for O'saa who slowly lightened up.

It slowly went dark, so, you, your family, and O'saa decided to get dressed.

"It was a fun day wasn't it?" You asked, nudging O'saa as you all walked back to your parents house. "I guess you can say that." O'saa answered, taking your hand in his.

Maybe with him was something you always wanted....

________________

This might be the end of the O'saa x GN oldfriend reader lol.

I am lazy but who knows if i will do a part 4.

But yeah, have a good day.

[oh-cawsh]

9 people to get to know better

thanks for tagging me @ghostradiodylan !!

1. Three ships: Rylan my beloved they do no wrong. theyre the epitome of awkward bashful and honest gay summer teen romance with the perfect contrasting note of horrific life threatening monsters which is unsurpassable genre peak. and yeah ngl its pretty rare that i get behind a ship but two others i can think of are amity/luz from the owl house (but mostly in season 1 because they do cute anxious crushing stuff and after that they just kind of turn into supportive gf A and supportive gf B), and legosi/louis from beastars because how do you just gloss over neurotic homophobe slut ptsd theatre twink x weird brooding puritan loser freudian pervert and the fact that it does WORK too like hello

2. First ever ship: i wanna say gregg and angus from night in the woods?? i remember i was in that weird sexual orientation puberty where you literally know you're gay but it's not like a consciously meaningful part of your identity so i remember seeing them and thinking wow that's cool that they're boyfriends i guess idk. also i'm inexorably drawn to their existence for some reason and my lockscreen is them cuddling with the lazy morning light peeking through the curtains

3. Last song: My Kink is Karma - Chappell Roan, im a sucker for moody electronic pop and that album DELIVERS

4. Last film: i watched the first three movies in a pirates of the caribbean marathon with some friends which ngl after the first one feels like trying to suck sugar water out of a sock 😶 the last film i personally chose to watch was the 1976 Carrie! it was nice being able to watch it and appreciate it as an adult with an education and not a teen recluse going "yeah carrie you show those villain highschoolers what's what"

5. Currently (re)reading: Shakespeare's Twelfth Night! i have my old copy from highschool open next to me and the 2012 shakespeare's globe production up and i just sit and sift between watching and reading and analysing it, just like when i first learned it in class. i'm not really sure why i wanted to reread it again in the first place, but i find it kind of soothing to read older texts where the language and culture's a little ways off from its modern successors. i find it calming to kind of pull those stories back in a way we can understand with its old contexts and writing, and see more and more of that timeless human experience shine through. sudoku for english nerds i guess LOL

6. Currently watching: my watcher's stamina has actually gotten so shit im ngl like i actually haven't watched a show in months 😭😭😭 the last show i watched was bluey (which was pretty good! (and pretty indicative of the kind of attention span ive got these days 😂👌))

7. Currently consuming: this horrible like nutraloaf nightmare bowl i made because my appetite was really poor today and at 5 pm or so i was like ugh well id better eat something quick and dense if im not gonna have a proper meal so i insulted God and put together reheated smashed potato (in the microwave so they lost all their crunch and flavour) + dried roasted edamame beans + peanut butter + regular butter + cheddar + yoghurt + whole salted almonds in a bowl and had a slice of walnut fig cake as a side. that thing needed a censor bar like i was in the trenches trying to get that down im ngl. eating that meal took more energy out of me than what it gave back like i knew i made something unholy and then immediately paid for it like it was so frankenstein and his monster right there on that kitchen counter

8. Currently craving: literally anything after that like god damn 😭😭😭😭😭 otherwise ive been hankering for a good chana masala and naan combo cus there's literally never a day where i'll turn south asian cuisine down like aw man i shouldve just gone out and got some of that to eat today ugh god damn it

also im ngl i don't really know who to tag cus i only started having a presence on tumblr like barely a month ago and ive only meaningfully interacted with like 3 people since then so um!! whoever's out there lurking around on my blog if ya wanna participate feel free! and either way, thanks for readin my ramblings regardless :)

[thetechypurpletwin]

★EVERYTHING TO KNOW ABOUT US!!★

WELCOME TO MY BLOG extremely nice to meet you!

I am an alter in a system, so everything I post here will be mostly based on source memories but improv/fictional/rp stuff might be involved :D

ASK BOX IS OPEN!!! SEND US ASKS PLEASE WE LOVE THEM

I decided to make this blog because I wanted my own place separate from our host account to just do my own little thing. Decided to organize some stuff just in case with tags:

ALTERS:

While I may be the sole owner of this blog, there are three other alters who are in our system as well, Mikey, Leo and Raph! They're too lazy to make a blog for themselves. There are other alters as well and you may see them from time to time but this is mostly turtle blog.

I am still the “main owner” of this blog though so let’s start with me!

#donnie txt: all posts that feature me, Donnie, speaking

Donnie Info: any pronouns, bisexual/demiromantic

A tech genius who spends way too much time online and needs reminders on stuff like eating and sleeping. Favorite game is ace attorney but keeps on forgetting to play it

Nicknames: Cosmos, Don, DonTron

#mikey txt: all posts that feature lil bro Mikey speaking (<3)

Mikey Info: he/she, pansexual

Artist who is a shining light in this world. May or may not be slightly unhinged. Favorite game is Splatoon.

(author note: wtf I can hear him giggling im scared)

Nicknames: micheal, angelo, annoying little shit /j

#leo txt: all posts that feature my twin Leo speaking (unfortunately :p /j)

Leo Info: @theprettybluetwin he/they, gay (hehe that rhymes)

the man, the myth, the legend and is also bald. wears a bow with long tails cause he’s just that cool

nicknames: fizzy, nardo, leon, neonleon

(Donnie note: Leo’s a bit of a gacha addict so ask him about project seki or Honkai star rail or CRK they’ll be happy to answer)

#raph txt: all posts that feature our biggest brother Raphie :D speaking Raph Info: he/she/any, demiromantic animal lover and plays stardew valley in her free time

I’m finally here so I can put my own description: hi i’m raph and i like cute things like my melody :) i love wearing bows and obviously my fav color is red :D I don’t front as much as the others but i’m still here watchin

OTHER TAGS:

#donnie ramblings: where I infodump/ramble about random things I'm interested in

#donnie art: whenever I feel like posting my art, it will be here! might also double as "selfie time" so I can draw what I look like compared to my source

#ask a donnie: all posts that are me answering asks/asking for asks (lol) you can ask about our system, my favorite stuff, even ask for story prompts i love story prompts

#mikey art: mikey’s art, I forgot to make her an art tag

#ask a mikey: asks answered by mikey!

#leo ramblings: he’s up and awake and ready to talk your head off about a character they like. Brace yourself (aka Leo shitpost corner)

#ask a leo: asks answered by leo!

#leo gaymes: im gaming gamer boi gayming

#ask a raph: asks answered by raph!

#raph corner: raph’s corner where she talks about cute things and games

#arc: crystallized: :) (TBD)

And more to be determined(?)!

BOUNDARIES:

★We are all under the age of 18, including the body! So please don't send asks or posts asking to date us, even if you are the "same age". Compliments like "you are so pretty/handsome" are welcomed though!

★NO NSFW/T//EST

★No venting in ask boxes please! I don't mind giving comfort to my close friends but if I don't know you its extremely uncomfortable :c

★ Please refrain from talking about the kraang as much as possible. We’re willing to answer some questions but the memories we have are painful :)

★please don’t ask me about usagi. he seems like a pretty cool dude but I’ve never known him. that also goes for any other characters that get shipped with my brothers, none of us remember dating anyone

If we want to add any boundaries in the future, I will do my best to edit this post!

And yes, I was inspired by other rottmnt ask blogs but I do not wish to copy off of them! Like I said, we just want to be able to interact through the world feeling like ourselves, and if you say our personalities are fake or copied it will make us feel sad :c

[yakool-foolio]

idk if youd like a random anon ranting abouf stuff in your inbox but m yeah

its intriguing to me how just every ship with yomi will absolutely be a toxic one hes the "human" embodiment of toxic oozepair him with anyone and theyre in the trenches of abuse or any of his toxic antics in the matter its just so weird and fucked up but it still doesnt not interest me

since i like vivia but hate yomi but am intruiged by him my brain made a weird concoction

vivia and yomi dating yet absolutely hating eachother vivia just deals with his shit because idk ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh just a big what if what if fav x absolute worst character i hate that guy but oh well

im not sure if people would think of me the same if i told this to them so im saying this anonymously to a random person on tumblr

would like to hear your thoughts

From one rambler to another, I implore you to rant to your heart's content! It's like a mutual exchange of brainrot; you rant to me and I rant back!

Yomi is the go-to for all your unhealthy relationship needs. I'm all for the idea of Yomi n Yakou being bitter exes and Yomi n Hitman Zilch/Aide being a doomed couple cause they're just so interesting to talk about. Not to mention Martina being fit into the whole mess that is Yomi's radioactive relationships with any person in his vicinity. Yomi fuckin REEKS but man if he doesn't provide some of the most intriguing dynamics. There isn't a day where I don't look at Yomi n Aide and go 'is this allowed???' while also wishing them the best in their evil gay endeavors.

Shipping a favorite character with a least favorite definitely provides some comical results most of the time, but there's always something to glean from mashing them together. Vivia and Yomi wouldn't be able to stand each other, but I actually don't think Vivia would be too lazy as to not get himself tf outta there. It would take some time, sure, but the ghostly detective despises pain, one thing I'm certain Yomi hands out tenfold. The need to escape derives from the hatred of the harm, whether physical or mental, inflicted upon him. Vivia may have a distorted perception of love, but he's not foolish enough to surrender himself to the type of pain that doesn't remind him of the bitter past and his innocence. He's smart, he knows what's up. He wrapped himself up in the chemical explosion that is Yomi, but he'll find his way out of it. If the NDA were to ever find out about their relationship, hoo boy would Yomi be dogpiled on sight by the detectives. You mess with one of them, you get the found family tag team takedown.

[lalaboy]

PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT HYACINTH. BEGGING

kelly davis my man! -Discuss an important part of their identity/what makes them themself.

Well first off the name, Hyacinth? That's a name he earned in his highschool days as a big lover boy, officially gifted the title when his friends discovered the nine member polycule he was in the middle of.

-Tell you a color that compliments them.

Pink! Or green, probably green actually. He adores soft pinks and will force them into everything he wears (Dyeing all of his hair pink with Maria was the happiest day of his life), but mainly you can see him around green shades caring for his plant kiddos.

-Show you an image that suits them (for example: a picture of them you like or an image that matches their vibe).

THIS IS HARD UH HOLD ON

<3

-Give you a random fact about something they’ve done or a part of their backstory.

Kelly is incompetent at a lot of things, like, it's supernatural, he's never picked up anything and just been Talented at it, he's always had to work for it. Fortunately he's pretty persistent! When he found out the boy he liked was a big stoner he spent months learning how to roll the perfect joint till the day came to show off and the guy had quit smoking. Most things, he'll see to the end, but fuck cooking he has nearly burned his house down too many times to keep trying that.

-Link you a song that reminds me of them.

Live Well by Palace! It's hard to pick just one but Live Well is what always comes to mind first, Redwood Reverie by Plas Tag is also great (ohhh you wanna listen to Plas Tag so baddd) heres his playlist its the one im most proud of, he has good taste

-Explain how they were created/what inspired them to be made.

Originally he was a pretty little skinny twink and that sucked, always had long pink hair, I don't remember what inspired him in particular other than... Various Hippie/Stoner/Wife guy Vibes. Little bit of lovecore in there and you got a good guy! I've had many ocs over the years so like most of them he is probably an amalgamation of A Lot

-Free space/feel free to add more!

THIS GUYS WEALTHY AS HELL! He got inheritance money from God knows where and spent half of it on fixing his old home, now he just spoils his friends when he can and avoids getting a job like the plague, he's not lazy, just anxious

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[myriath]

Ich habe 295 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 126 more posts als 2021!

75 Einträge erstellt (25%)

220 Einträge gerebloggt (75%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@helloliriels

@arwamachine

@brasideios

@sleeplessincarcosa

@myriath

Ich habe 130 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#bbc sherlock – 37 Einträge

#johnlock – 36 Einträge

#john watson – 22 Einträge

#sherlock holmes – 21 Einträge

#fanart – 16 Einträge

#myriath art – 15 Einträge

#sherlock fanart – 15 Einträge

#sherlock – 12 Einträge

#text post – 11 Einträge

#myriath writes – 8 Einträge

Längstes Tag: 76 characters

#they could stare at each other and outsmart the other in theoretical battles

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Sherlock: John, I know we wanted to have what you call a "lazy night in". But would you mind if I went on a date instead?

John: No, of course not. Have fun.

John: Wait a second. A date? You?

Sherlock: Yes, of course. Why?

John: Sorry, I just thought you didn't do … this. With whom?

Sherlock: A friend. Now please excuse me, I have to get dressed.

…

Sherlock: I'm ready. John, why are you still in those clothes?

John: Why shouldn't I? They are comfy.

Sherlock: I had hoped that you'd dress up for our date. At least a bit. But if you want to go in jogging pants, that's fine with me. I plan to get rid of everything you wear by the end of this day regardless of what it is I have to peal from your body.

John: Wait … wait! You want to go on a date with me?

Sherlock: Obviously.

John: But we are friends. Just friends.

Sherlock: If this goes as planned, we'll be more than that soon.

John: Just give me five minutes.

…

John: I'm ready!

Sherlock: Finally.

90 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 5. August 2022

#4

Sherlock: John, did you ever fancy kissing a man?

John: Um, yes. Why do you ask?

Sherlock: Irrelevant. Did you ever kiss a man?

John: Yes.

Sherlock: Did you like it?

John: Yes. Now tell me why. Is it for the case? Do I have to seduce a man so you can gather information?

Sherlock: Don't be ridiculous, John. I solved the case twenty minutes ago. I merely wanted to evaluate whether you don't kiss me because you don't fancy men in general or whether it's me in particular.

126 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. Juli 2022

#3

I’ve got you, brother mine!

Let me help to fix this mess you’ve made.

You’ve always cared too much. With that big heart of yours, you’ve always been prone to sentiment. You should have told them.

I’ll make them return to you. I don’t know how, but I promise I will succeed. I’ll do anything. But please, Sherly, don’t shut me out.

Yesterday I’ve read a beautiful and very angsty fic by @arwamachine with a caring Mycroft (check out her fics, they are great). This inspired me to draw my first illustration for the year - some angsty Sherlock (not based on the fic).

Let me tell you the story to this illustration: John and Rosie moved in at Baker Street, but things between John and Sherlock weren’t good. While John tried to keep Rosie out if Sherlocks way to not be an inconvenience, Sherlock didn’t want to overstep, kept his distance and loved them both secretly. Angst, angst, angst, John moves out, drugs, Sherlock adopts a puppy (probably high as a kite), Mycroft is a good brother. And a happy ending. Preferably also lots of fluffy bits throughout the story, a long fluffy ending to make up for all that angst and maybe bits of glorious smut.

Now I just need someone to write this. 😅

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#2

I won’t apologise for this.

131 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 7. Juli 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Sherlock: John, how do you feel about marriage?

John: I'd like to get married on day.

Sherlock: Good. That's indeed good.

John: Why do you ask?

Sherlock: Because we're getting married next July and it's obviously much more convenient to do so when you actually want to get married.

John: Wait. Who's getting married?

Sherlock: You and I. Do keep up.

John: Sorry, but I'm sure I must have missed a significant part of this conversation. Why are we getting married?

Sherlock: Because I told my parents that you proposed to me last September. And since they insist to attend the wedding, we actually have to get married. Luckily they also offered to help with the preparations, so it's less work for us.

John: Luckily. Why did you tell them I proposed in the first place? And why didn't you tell me a word about it?

Sherlock: Mummy kept asking when we're finally getting married and it got a bit annoying. And for why I didn't tell you, I simply forgot. Apologies.

John: Right. Okay. And why did your mother kept asking this in the first place?

Sherlock: Because she thinks we're dating for some years now.

John: And that's because?

Sherlock: I told her so. She kept going on about my being single. It was annoying.

John: So you lied to your mother and told her we are dating?

Sherlock: It worked long enough. How could I anticipate that she'd insist to attend the wedding?

John: Right. How could you?

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Random thoughts on HTTYD RttE S4 (Ep1-7)

Halfway through RttE, wohoo

No time to waste, we're back into the thick of it

Snotlout has been having a very tired bitch face on constantly these last few episodes, hasn't he?

She's trusting them too easily, and this comes from someone who knows the Riders mean no harm

Mala gives me vibes of what future Astrid could be like

Yay for accidental save? And people say Viking helmets are a nuisance

Aw, Hookfang looked so happy for Snotlout up there

Gee, okay Mala, thanks for ignoring Astrid and Fishlegs there - are they not harmonious enough with their dragons for you? Hm??

Meatlug continues to be Best Girl

Snotlout's enjoying this too much

Poor Heather, having to be the only responsible one

Ohhhhhh, no you don't biatch

My new nickname for Viggo is biatch

Any ideas for a Ryker nickname?

Aw, the Eruptdon is actually really handsome

Is... Ryker planning to revolt against the biatch?

"We're not getting through that ballista! Astrid built it!" Okay, you know what, that's totally fair

Omg yes!!!! Meatlug is best girl, the absolutely bestest of girls

A hord of one of, if not the, best species of dragons just saved everyone's butts

All those Gronkles deserve everything

Hookfang puts up with so much, I love him

Ep2 - Of course they'd wake up the Edge like that

My prayers were answered!! Im meeting the twins' family!

Is it just me, or is Ruff not too enthusiastic about cousin Gruff?

Oof, so he's this kind of character huh? Also I'm guessing Gruff will use that for his benefit later in the episode, but the fact that he looks and sounds exactly like Tuff seems a little lazy, I dunno

Ruff showing her big sister vibes

Hiccup's a good friend

And Ruff is a gooder sister

Snotlout and Tuff take turns at being everyone's little siblings basically

You know, it's really nice to see the twins working separately for once - they're a package deal, you never see one without the other, but this time they're fighting from different sides; it helps in fleshing out their individual characters

He just wanted to see a rainbow you monster!!

I love that Hookfang and Meatlug listened to Chicken

Aw, he considers Tuffnut one of his best friends? Does that count for every rider?

Ruff knows what's up

"Flattery has no effect on me! Mostly because I never hear any!" Okay, anyone who's just read this, let's all praise Ruffnut right now, the girl's awesome and she freaking deserves it!!

While all this fighting is happening, Barf&Belch are getting a foot massage

It's really random, but I loved how Tuff tiptoed the length of Barf's neck to get to his saddle - it was really neat, and it eludes to him probably doing it a lot

That was sweet of the twins, letting Hiccup join them

And the way he was all awkardly standing and talking

Ep3 - Love Zack Pearlman's laugh as Snotlout

Ohh, a party? Nice, it's been a while since we visited Berk

The way they were announced: "Hiccup and the Dragon Riders" If i ever get a boy-band, that's gonna be its name

Astrid, as always, the voice of reason

Isn't this like, the 54th time one of the Dragon Riders is kidnapped?

Poor bounty hunters - they actually seemed like a cute couple

"Is anyone not after me?" You know, after searching a little bit on the httyd shipping tags, I'd say, no honestly - everyone wants a piece of you

So we are finally meeting this hooded guy then?

That chain around Hiccup's throat is giving me the creeps

Wow, he just, let him fall, damn

I swear these Hunters have the worst aim ever

Please tell me they are not letting Ryker go

Alright, guess today's not the day we meet hooded man

Ep4 - Oh no, not this man again

He's trying to turn Snotlout against Hiccup, da heck man??

Snotlout just looks so lost and confused

He gave him a nightmare - yeah I hate Spitelout

And lemme guess, the rest of the episode is gonna be Snotlout making bad mistakes left and right

Yeeeeep

I wonder, does this happen everytime Snotlout talks to his dad? Become insufferable and hurtful to the team - is this a part of a pattern? And if so, do any of the riders know? Or the dragons for that matter - how much does Hookfang know?

Everyone else deserves so much credit for not having thrown him off a cliff yet

Okay, I know it's supposed to be a serious moment here, but Snotlout's ¬¬ face when Hiccup was lecturing him, I can't

"Man, nobody loans me anything." You can feel the self-deprecation and resentment dripping from that sentence

Let's take a moment to appreciate Hookfang, who's been following Snotlout around the whole episode

And another moment for Fishlegs who openly, genuinely, gave him a chance

Hiccup's great, man, really. He's giving Snotlout every single chance he's asking, calming down the others, letting him win so he could get a confidence boost! These are amazing friends

And now he's panicking, oh my god

Not Hookfang with Spitelout's voice, anything but that!!

Have I mentioned how much I love Hookfang and Snotlout's relationship yet? No? Well, I do, and Hookfang is an amazing boy

Okay, yay, they gave him his little hero moment there, nice going

Ep5 - Shattermaster and Dagur yaaaaas, I've been thinking about you guys

Oh no, not this king stuff again

Yeah I don't believe Dagur is back on the dark side. He was probably captured by the hunters when he led himself and Shattermaster into that trap and then had to regain their trust somehow so they wouldn't kill him

Astrid got stuck with babysitting duty again, it seems

My guess is that he's gonna pass all three, and then chicken out with becoming king for some reason - or he's gonna lose right before he finishes the third trial

Okay, so the memory wipe was fake, he tricked me there too - but more importantly, Shattermaster!!!

Dagur calling him the most handsome Gronkle ever melted my heart

Oh yeah, we got Shattermaster back, that's it!

That was a sweet moment between Dagur and Heather

Snotlout's complaints are fair

Ep6 - Hey, Johhan! It's been a hot minute since we last saw you

Submaripper huh? That's a cool name, I like it

Please, don't die peeps

Snotlout asking Hookfang if he looks cool with the goggles and Hookfang hitting him with one of his horns back - small interactions like these between dragon and rider are my favorite

Hiccup obce agwin being able to do things no one from his era should be able to

I like the Submaripper's colors they're pretty

I swear, Hiccup collects near-death experiences as if they were Pokémon cards

Sweet ending, with Johhan telling them a story

Ep7 - Soooo, everyone is delirious? That's the episode

Seeing Astrid like that is kinda scary, ngl

Hookfang looked so scared with Snotlout's mood swings for a sec there

And the twins are just duttyfully noting it all down

"Keep my weight out of this." Pfff, poor Stoick

I have no idea what's up with those round-headed dragons, but they're cute

Of course Astrid and Snotlout would be besties when sleep-deprived

The little glances between the dragons - I'd pay to know what they're thinking right now

The Shadow Wings' formation is a bit ridiculous, but I like it

Hookfang blasting Snotlout away from him and Meatlug's weary glances towards Fishlegs - my god the riders must really be creeping them out

Tuffnut breaking into a hysterical fit of laughter over hallucinations is probably the most relatable of these symptoms for me

I don't understand why they didn't do this from the start, but I'm glad to see the dragons taking matters into their own hands for a change

Also, don't understand the meaning behind the A plot with Hiccup and Toothless but sure

They're all cuddling down there while sleeping but will absolutely refuse it when they wake up - also the dragons are gonna have so much blackmail material for the next couple weeks

I'm half-way through season 4, yayy

I'm really surprised, and immensely flattered people keep liking and reblogging whatever this commentary is that I'm doing. You're putting up with so much bad grammar and over all dumbassery I don't know how I can thank you except to continue

Anyway, hope you like another one of these

Have a nice day :>

[thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole]

ACTUALLY MY HEART ASKED FOR THIS AND YOU ANSWERED. hi kristin i love you this post was a joy to read and now im going to make it even longer by tagging my responses on instead of making my own post. true friendship is destroying everyone elses dashboards with our fanfic answers <33333

1 - How many works do you have on Ao3?

15 on Ao3 and quite a few more who exist only in the google docs for now! Because I have been too lazy to post them <333

2 - What's your total Ao3 word count?

114,087. which come to think of it I'm really proud of????? I didn't know I wrote that much and that's like, not even all of the fic I've written for this fandom, that's pretty cool :)

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Honestly, I only write for The Starless Sea now, and maybe someday there'll be some other fandom that inspires me enough to write about it, but I don't honestly know when or if that's going to happen. I feel like I could write for lifetimes about these characters. I used to write a lot of fandoms in my younger childhood tho lol- my last big fandom, which I was on Wattpad with, distressingly, was The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken, which is also why I joined Tumblr and I still definitely have mutuals from there, shoutout to yall. I also wrote very cringy School for Good and Evil, Wings of Fire, Percy Jackson, Ever After High, and Dragonriders of Pern fanfic when I was little those were the DAYS my god I handwrote that shit in notebooks my family gave me

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Safe Forever, Boyfriend Material, Cherry Blossoms, Like Home, and Where the Stars Curve, in that order! I'm not shocked those ones all slap and Dorian cries in the top one lmao

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

Honestly, I usually don't, for the simple reason that most of the comments I get are from friends who are already in my Discord server and with whom I've already talked about the fic there. Sometimes if someone (cough cough Kristin cough cough) leaves a very in depth comment about the fic and says things that either we haven't talked about or that are so interesting that I want to talk about them again, I'll respond. Sometimes when my heart is particularly warmed by a comment I'll just respond in hearts. And on the rare occasion I get a comment from someone I don't already know, I also aggressively invite them to the Discord lol

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Listen, man. none of them. I am a sucker for a happy ending. All of my fics, other than the Rollins AU, are short, often hurt/comfort or just plain fluff, and end in softness and safety and comfort and joy; my only full-length project that actually tells a complete story also has a happy ending, and is meant to be an uplifting and hopeful kind of story. So yeah none of them lol

7 - What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, like, all of them, I would have to say. But for this one the Rollins AU is actually definitely the correct answer- it really is the only fic of mine that has a real and true ending because it's a real and true story, rather than a snippet of a life being lived, as the rest of mine are. They actually go through a journey and an experience in this story, and by the end of it they're together and working things out and their lives are significantly improving and everyone is happier than they were before. I personally was hugely emotional over that particular happy ending lol

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Not in the slightest, ever. The Starless Sea fandom are a bunch of angels, truly, Kristin wasn't lying. I am so lucky to be in such a kind fandom <333

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Legally no? Lol there are some unreleased forbidden chapters in my google docs, from some of the aus that either are being written or are someday going to be written. i guess y'all will just have to wait til next august when i turn eighteen lol

10 - Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not in my Starless Sea era. Back in the old days, I have no idea, I wrote a lot I think- because I didn't so much think of my fanfiction the way I do now, it was just stories I was writing, and I could take characters or worlds from whatever the fuck I wanted. The concept of fanfiction kind of changed that I guess, though I did dabble in crossovers after that.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Lol imagine? No I've never written a fic that I can even imagine getting stolen, my fandom is so small. What happened with that bit of Fateheart for Kristin was bizarre though lol

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

LMAO IMAGINE? that'd be rad

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet...but someone is threatening to...Starless Sea 4 look out...................

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

I fear my answers to these questions are becoming boringly similar to Kristin's but yes OBVIOUSLY Zachary and Dorian, though their iterations in AUs (namely the Rollins AU lol) are included in that. Second place has to go to Owain and Stephen from Mags's WIP. They have my heart forever <33333

15 - What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It's funny, a couple months ago I would've said the Rollins AU. Now I'm not sure. That was my clear favorite among every WIP until it suddenly wasn't a WIP anymore, and now...I don't know? Part of it is that I have a lot more belief now that I actually can and will finish some of my other longer WIPs. I want to finish Knights Who Break Hearts and Hearts Who Break Knights and i doubt i ever will, lol.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

mmmmm sometimes i write and its good ?????????? I don't know I find it very hard to quantify strengths. Like that's genuinely it sometimes I write something and I'm like wow shit man that slaps and I don't know why or how and probably will not be able to reproduce it lmao

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

mmmmmm inconsistency. my ability to complete anything, even short fics, is strained at best. the Rollins AU is the only longterm fic project or writing project of any kind, fandom or not, that I've ever finished or even come close to finishing. I have loads of really short fics that i haven't even managed to finish. my writing ability is fickle and comes in random bursts. also I am simply lazy at constructing intricate plots, i'm good at emotions and drama and fluff and hurt/comfort (i'd like to think) but part of why I struggle with longer things is that even when I have a plot idea that looks good from afar, plotting details and making it complex enough to become a lengthy writing project is something that often falls apart when i look at it too closely. so there's that

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

honestly I am simply too lazy. i do use other language petnames in fics sometimes, specifically i have made many google searches and internet investigations of arabic petnames for dorian to use for zachary and i probably have a list somewhere lol- also we in the discord server made a general list of favorite endearments in varied languages for the same purpose, because dorian would be definitely calling zachary all sorts of random cute shit from every part of the world and we happen to have a lot of international friends on the discord server who have contributed to that <3333

also shoutout to kristin and your example for this question that i could place instantly for the fic and scene its from. tabs my beloved <333333333

19 - What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Oh good lord. I can't say for certain because ive been writing fanfiction ever since i could write, but prooooooobably percy jackson? i wrote a lot of very fluffy solangelo fic back in my day, didnt post it anywhere because i wasnt online at all back then except for like, to google search fanart of them lol. google image results were my tumblr babeyyyyyyy. but this does prove one crucial thing about me which is that my love for hurt/comfort and fluff is an innate part of me and not learned from anywhere, i was writing hurt/comfort and beyond that daydreaming it for fictional characters since before i even knew that fanfiction, as a concept, existed. and i knew it was its own special thing to me. <33 shoutout to solangelo for being the first My Boys to ever exist

20 - What's your favorite fic you've written?

THE ROLLINS AU. it is probably my least popular fic because it's weird as fuck and like, why, did i even write it, and its not only very niche and random and has a very debatable premise that is probably not appealing to the majority of my fandom but is also so long that to devote oneself to it enough to finish would be a big ask. but it's also the closest to my heart. started as a crackfic joke between me and kristin and slowly developed in the only organic, real outlining process that i feel has ever worked for me, until finally it was a heartfelt story about change and identity and becoming yourself and the people who stick with you on the way. while ALSO being the goofiest most ridiculous piece of fanfiction i probably will ever write. i wrote the first four or five chapters over like six months and then banged out the last like ten over like twenty days during nanowrimo and finished it in a flurry of emotions after coming home from the closing show of my last high school musical. i think about zach and donnovan almost as much as i think about zachary and dorian and am currently writing a christmas spinoff about them because i literally cannot let go of these particular iterations of these characters. they mean the entire world to me. five people, i think, have read it all the way through, just five, and i feel more love for it from them than i feel for the fics that ive got 20-30 kudos on on ao3. i wrote every single word of it for my favorite fanfic author and best friend. i dunno, man. the rollins au is what ill probably now remember forever as the fic that changed my life.

im not tagging anyone lol but to anyone who has read this do it! its for you <33333

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Literally nobody asked for this, but hey that's the joy of tumblr - talk about what you wanna talk about, and fic writing is important to me! So I've taken it upon myself to do these questions that have been swimming around and if you're reading this, that's an open invitation to do the same lol.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19 on my current Ao3 account. There's an old account kicking around somewhere with a handful more, but they're sort of orphaned.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

622,253k words, so the statistics page tells me. Again, current acc only.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Starless Sea is my main baby, (the book by Erin Morgenstern). I also write Harry Potter fic, have threatened to (and may yet) write Twilight fic, and will happily write fic for anything if I feel strongly enough about the story! And, of course, back in the day, really, really bad One Direction fic lol.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Fateheart: A Starless Seaquel by far and away the top

2. Firebug Book I: Chiân Maeroris and the Secret Library of Fire

3. The Asset of Loneliness

4. Firebug Book II: Chiân Maeroris and the Monster of Slytherin

5. Nightmares apparently! Did not realise that ahaha

This was different to sorting by hit count, which is interesting! Hits wise number 5 would be Flowers <3 my beloved.

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

Absolutely! Not like, strictly - there are plenty I have left unanswered, but if they ask a question or leave a thoughtful comment I'm more often than not gonna respond. I've made genuine friends that way, and it's a lovely way to engage with the fan community.

Particularly as I primarily at the moment write fic for a very small fandom where basically everyone knows each other - we have a discord and I will often personally invite a commenter to join the discord if they are new, but even past that these stories mean so much to me and I have historically just been so DESPERATE to talk about them that actually sometimes a really excited comment signals someone who is gonna be a great friend to get excited with about it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooph that's a good quebbin. Probably the second Firebug book? Monster of Slytherin. I mean, that series is designed to get darker and darker, so it leaves quite a few things intentionally unresolved, and the main characters in significantly worse predicaments to where they started.

God I gotta finish that series.

Also one person got really rather upset with me about the ending of Fateheart, ranting for a GOOD long while about how painful the ending was, but I think the general consensus there is that, yes, even though it comes at a cost, the ending is overwhelmingly a satisfying conclusion?? I think??? I think it's a good ending lol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Fateheart hahahaha. Hmm I mean, this is hard to quantify, right?

I have a saying about fic, which is 'the deeper the break the deeper the catharsis' which only works when both are done well, but I think you could argue that the greatest catharsis - and therefore the fic where the ending is happiest compared to the narrative lows, would be A Heart That Won't Break. But only someone who has literally lost the plot would name that a happy fic.

Probably The Ugly-Sweater-Verse, by measure of how warm and cosy the end makes you feel, but it's too much of a one-shot really to have had time to develop enough narrative to even really have an 'ending', structurally speaking. I'm way overthinking this.

How 'bout Flowers, coz they have really good sex. There.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, not really. One or two people really like picking apart the plot holes in my Harry Potter fic, but I think picking apart Harry Potter is something of an international passtime. Also one comment I remember from years ago said something like "this is riddled with inconsistencies but your writing is awesome so I don't care" which is hilarious. Shoutout that commenter. I swear to god I'm gonna deal with the veritaserum problem in the next book if it ever gets written.

Nobody's said anything close to mean on any Starless Sea fics, but we all pretty much know each other and a nicer group of people you could not hope for <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Mm, more than I used to!

There is a standing joke amongst our little fandom that my 'smut' is outstandingly not smutty - I think I write erotica, rather than smut. Which, like. Hard to judge. But anything sexually explicit in my writing is usually so whimsical and figurative that it hardly constitutes smut even when it is like overtly gay sex lmao.

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

Hmm, I haven't, but I would absolutely one day. I had an idea a while ago called the Seinfeld Glory Meld or something which was an episodic fic series in which a set of characters from a show or a movie or anything would suddenly find themselves in a specific setting following a certain storyline and each time it would just slowly morph into an episode of Seinfeld, except that all the characters would keep returning and they would be sentiently aware that they were trapped inside the show Seinfeld and it was hilarious and I think i had a fever at the time of coming up with this and I will never write it but I remember meticulously outlining it to my brother over like 83 messages lmao.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

YES. It was weirdly upsetting, but also just very, very strange? Like exactly a chapter and a half of Fateheart got reposted by somebody - and like, it wasn't even a particularly coherent chapter and a half? Like, it's not like it was a portion that made sense on its own. I was half inclined to think it was a bot somehow, except that they did all the tagging and even wrote a description about it being like "A short exploration of life after the end of the book. Enjoy!"

It felt really shitty and they disabled comments, but I reported it to Ao3 and like 3 months later they did in fact get back to me saying yeah, that was obviously stolen, and removed it. god bless the Ao3 team.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Aw not as yet, but a very sweet friend of mine on our discord has been working on translating bits of Fateheart into Italian! That is a HUGE undertaking and I don't evny them lol, but I am so, so flattered that they even wanted to try, and it will be SO cool to see any parts they finish!

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

Nope! Though I am threatening to... Starless Sea book 4 look out

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Mm the Interceptor from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Just kidding it is Zachary and Dorian from The Starless Sea.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ouufhgjhg I am kinda feeling this way about all my major fics right now - I have a rule of not posting something unless it is completed, so these aren't up even though they both exist at about 2/3rds - Fever Pitch and Lotus Flowers.

I do, however, know that I care enough about the characters from The Starless Sea to actually finish these though.

Unlike the Firebug series. Which I really hope to return to one day, because the whole 7-part book series will be KILLER, but let's be real who knows if it's ever gonna happen. A 7 part fic series of full length books is nutso ambitious.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Mmm, I'm very good at character development, and I have a natural prose style that is evocative and descriptively rich. I am fortunate enough to have been mentally steeped in very good writing ever since I was a wee babbie so texturally that is easily reciprocated.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ach. I am literally so bad at being concise. I cannot do it. Look at the word count for any of my major fics. The ones I consider short stories are novel length. The ones I consider full length works are 3 books' worth of words.

Tried to write an outline for an AU recently and the document hit like 20 pages. Good job me. I was writing a full scene with dialogue by the middle and just never finished the outline lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do this occasionally, but only to the effect of adding one or two words in a native tongue, and never without also providing translation. Not in a clunky way, either - not a fan of anything that breaks the prosodic mode, like a parenthetical translation or a footnote or something - but equally it doesn't have to be a diegetic translation. I think there's usually a comfortable middle ground.

For instance I most often use Arabic terms of endearment between Zachary and Dorian, and the types of scenes where it comes most naturally also lend themselves to repeating it and answering it in a way which makes it clear if not what word exactly is being said, at least what that word means here.

Other than that I default to like, '"yo my Cantonese is shit" he said in Mandarin'. Don't assume a reader reading in English is familiar with anything else unless you have contextual reason to do so.

But also, obfuscating the meaning intentionally because the characters also don't speak that language can be a fun gimmick.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

One Direction. lmao. Well, that's the first fandom I ever posted fic on the internet for. If we're counting me scribbling stories in my special notebooks under the covers at age 10 then probably Garth Nix's Old Kingdom series. Lirael forever.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Fateheart: A Starless Seaquel just in terms of like, how much that story has changed my life. The community it has helped build, the friends it has brought into my life, and the way it absolutely launched me headlong into the development of a world and a timeline in this story that I am now fully committed to seeing through in a way which will take me several years of creative work.

Possibly The Man Named Sky is up there, as is Death in the Valley (I have found my groove with the short novella-style standalone stories), and I am really proud of the Firebug books, though the best is yet to come there. But I think I'm really, REALLY proud of A Heart That Won't Break. I think it is quietly, secretly one of my best pieces of writing maybe ever.

This was fun to do. Nobody tagged me, but I'm gonna tag @thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole, fellow Starless Sea fic-writer extraordinaire and one of my faves.

ANSWER THESE FIC QUEBBINS <3

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Intricate Weaving

notes: i want for all of my fics to be here on tumblr so i'll slowly bring in my nukani fics here. slowly because im lazy hehe

tags: Eiden/Kuya, Eiden & Kuya, up to you really, angst, open ending?, its kuya centric, making kuya suffer

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

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If someone were to describe Kuya in one word most would give you the word ‘mysterious’. He's someone who just does what he wants. Bothers with the things that pique his interest and not even bat an eye at those that don’t. It matters not if one is at death’s door and he’s the only one who can help. A no is a no.

“Complicated. That’s what Kuya is to me. Don’t you think it’s fitting?”

Ah yes the successor of Huey, the new Grand Sorcery, he always seems to have a different opinion than others. Even as the both of them are tired because of their earlier bed activities, that cheeky grin is plastered on Eiden’s face. Albeit this one is a bit more tired than his usual one. Kuya can’t tell if Eiden is doing it on purpose to increase his ‘value’, or if that’s just one of his charms.

Deep inside he knows it’s the latter. Although there’s no way he’d admit that. Even to himself 

Nonetheless, he has caught the yokai’s interest.

“Hmm? Why do you say that young master?”

“Well, it’s just that your thoughts are complicated. No one knows on the get go why you are doing things. Though you say it all depends on how much it amuses you, your actions say otherwise.”

Kuya ruffles his hair as he wakes up. He tries to get rid of Eiden’s voice that’s still ringing in his head. To be honest at this point he doesn’t know whether he really dreamed of the conversation or he got lost in his own illusions again. But none of that matters as he sees the culprit that made him lucid and back to reality once again. 

The said culprit, a bundle of white fur greets him and the man that always accompanied the little guy followed.

“Old fox, your presence is requested.”

Quincy doesn't need to say where his presence is requested. There’s only one place brave enough to send the large man as a messenger to the purple fox.

“And tell me why I should go there? There’s no reason for me to go, there’s no Grand Sorcerer afterall.”

It’s been years since Eiden left. 

Since Kuya made him leave with his own hands 

He doesn’t know when the two unwanted visitors left. Knowing better than to try and convince him as his answer won’t change. Not that he cares. He prefers being alone. Being alone is more doable than trying to appease some human.

“I’m merely telling the truth, or is it that the young master got way too over head that he has forgotten just how useless he really is?”

Ah, it’s that memory again. Or is this an illusion again? All he knows is that this is what ended everything. He provoked the human too much, to the point Eiden told him:

“Fine! If that’s the case then just send me back or something!”

And sending him back to his world was what Kuya did. If one asks him if he regrets it, he would firmly tell you ‘no’. He’d even dare say he’d do it again if given the chance. 

After all, he'd do anything to get rid of the pest that doesn’t intrigue him anymore.

Though he says that, if one asks him if he misses the young master, he’d simply not say anything. 

Try as hard as he might, he can’t seem to lie about missing Eiden. 

When he tries to, there's a bile clogging up his throat. Stopping his words from coming out. Perhaps this is his punishment? For sending the grand sorcerer away without an explanation. 

For falling for someone he wasn’t supposed to.

Okay, maybe just this once Kuya can admit it. What can he say, the fickle human has managed to crawl its way to his heart. But he’ll only admit it just this once. Just this once that he’s all alone and lost in the memories they’ve made together.

“Kuya hurry up! It’ll be daybreak by the time we arrive if you walk like that. Morvay told me about this spot that’s good for stargazing.”

The yokai isn’t sure why he always listens and does what Eiden tells him. Even if he demands something in return, Kuya will probably still do it even if Eiden fails to deliver his wishes. 

“Even if you say it’s to make me suffer, you always come out of nowhere to fix my problems.”

Yes, Kuya does just that doesn’t he? He just can’t see Eiden suffer too much. A little is fine, fun even. But the moment that he deems the problem too much for the young master, he finds himself on the way to fix things before he could even register what his doing.

And that impulsive tendency of his is exactly the reason why Eiden left

“It’s fine, even if you don’t tell me your reasons, I know everything you do is for me.”

Eiden might know well just how much Kuya thinks of him even without confirmation. He knows that even if Kuya is like that, he won’t ever bring him harm. That he’ll always have Eiden’s best interest in mind.

Maybe that’s why Eiden didn’t fuss when Kuya sent him back. Maybe that’s why he only stared at Kuya with teary eyes. Love and understanding pooling in them.

That was his last goodbye 

Till the very end Eiden understood him. Understood that their fight was just a rile up. A cover up. Till the very end he believed that Kuya had done it for him. As he always does. 

But that doesn’t get rid of the pit dwelling in Kuya’s stomach as he wakes up to another day without the human beside him. 

Doesn’t appease the regret he feels for not telling the truth.

Stupid pride that runs across his body 

He keeps telling Eiden that he’s nothing without the clan members. That he’s a good-for-nothing that won’t be able to function the moment Kuya leaves his side.

But it might just be the opposite.

For here Kuya is wallowing in the illusions he can’t even control, or he guess he could but just won't do it. Drowning in the past and the what-if scenarios if he just lowered his guard for a moment and let Eiden embrace him.

But a what-if is a what-if, just like how no is a no. 

And no matter how he wishes to turn back to that day, make things different. Make Eiden stay. He knows it’s not possible.

Even if it was possible he’d still send his young master back.

Afterall just as Eiden says, his human’s well-being is his priority. 

Not Kuya’s wants, not Kuya’s needs, and certainly not the uncertain hopes Eiden likes to indulge in.

He’d gladly spend his days like this. Lost in his illusions to make up for his grand sorcerer's presence.

Kuya would gladly suffer another day as long as he knows Eiden is safe once again tomorrow.

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Hi! I don't know if you're gonna answer this, but I'm currently making a blue lock fanfiction and I was wondering if you could explain the characters nature, because you seem to know them so well in your headcanons. Because it's kinda hard for me to make certain parts of my story without understanding the characters :(

Sorry for bothering you and sorry if you don't understand what I mean 😬

HI ANON!!! my deepest apologies for the delayed response, and you are not a bother at all <3 i am truly honored that you decided to ask me about this, so here we go!

side note: these lowkey turned into a mini headcanon type of thing, so.. ENJOY? I GUESS?

p.s. i didn’t know which characters you wanted me to write about, so i just did the ones i write for the most! if you have any more questions, please do not hesitate to send another ask or message me!

ISAGI

i would say he’s lowkey the embodiment of second hand embarassment 😭

like he always tries a little too hard but with the best intentions possible

SUPER SWEET THOUGH, a tad bit awkward, but who doesn’t love flustered soft boys??

*cue heart squeeze*

BACHIRA

pinkie pie in human form.

bouncing off of the walls 90% of the time, but will flip like a switch during that rare 10% and just get all soft and sleepy and cuddly

always has a smile on his face, super positive all the time :D

well, except when for when his imaginary friend.. you know.

NAGI

you’d think he was this scary, tight-lipped, brooding soccer superstar who’s too cool for school (im looking at you, rin 🙄)

but he’s literally just a lazy beanpole. a simple man

can and will fall asleep at any given moment or complain about being hungry

sulk… - x -

RIN

a scary, tight-lipped, brooding soccer superstar who’s too cool for school

easily irritated at the smallest of things

the childhood trauma from his brother literally abandoning him and crushing his dream still lingers

but the right person can help with that :)

SAE

OK I POSTED ABOUT THIS BEFORE BUT I LITERALLY CANNOT WRITE CANON SAE 😭

canon sae is a grade-a ASSHOLE and he’ll let everyone know about it. he’s got a venom tongue

fanon sae (in my head which is canon because i say so) has moved past his assholery and is now soft and devoted to the one he loves

also he is famous in multiple countries. 😇

SHIDOU

i once described him as the “kool-aid man on steroids” and i still stand by that.

he has… violent tendencies, so PDA is not in his dictionary. it’s more like. public displays of lowkey concerning behavior towards his s/o. PDLCBTS.

very loud! in your face! explosions! this man cannot be tamed! so dont try!

YUKIMIYA

okay whenever i think of him i just associate him with honey

like idk if it’s his voice, his heart, or his scent, he’s just liquid gold personified

canonically a street soccer prodigy AND a supermodel on the side, this man has it ALL

teasing, but in the sweetest way possible. I LOVE HIMMMM

WELP THATS IT HAHAH i had a lot of fun with these but i hope they were somewhat helpful 😭 again, if you need me to go more in depth or describe other characters, feel free to shoot me another ask!

p.s: make sure to tag me/send me your fanfic when it’s completed! i’d love to read and support it <333