#i had such a hard time picking between the prompts ngl

[byanyan]

awkward or fear ^-^

uncomfortable bondingㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting! )

» fear — your muse witnesses my muse in a state of fear.

ㅤsometimes all it takes is one thing, one tiny little thing, to make you feel small again. something as simple as a familiar cadence, a similar voice, even a certain stance or flashing of eyes, is enough to take you from standing your ground to cowering and backing away. eyes wide, chest tight, body frozen; you're eight years old again and you're petrified of the man towering over you. you're eight years old again, and you run. you run and you run with no destination in mind, no idea where you even are, but you keep on running anyway. all that matters now is putting distance between you and him.

ㅤa hand reaching out and catching their arm drags them to a jerking halt and reignites the flare of panic in their chest when it pulls them down a narrow alleyway. sure that it's him, they try to tear themself free, thrashing and writhing and yanking with all the desperation of a trapped animal. they don't realize that a strangled cry has even torn free of their throat until another hand slaps itself over their mouth to cut it short. breath catching under the suffocating weight of their own fear, byan continues to struggle, reaching out blindly for wrists, shoving and pulling and doing everything in their power to remove the hands from their body.

only when their back is pushed to the wall and the hand wrapped over their face forces their head to move in such a way that they're looking directly at their attacker do they hesitate in their distressed grappling. only then does the voice of the other finally hit their ear, his hissing for them to calm down and his shock of pink hair drawing recognition into wide, fearful eyes.

kitty.

ㅤㅤ—kitty? what's he doing here?

[thehighladywrites]

— “tell me you’re mine.” “ i’m yours.”

☀︎ — pairing: azriel x afab!reader

☀︎ — summary: you dream that azriel was cheating on you and now you can’t look at him without being annoyed. It’s not really his fault, but still… azriel reassures you, promising that you’re the only one for him.

☀︎ — warnings: a sprinkle of angst, fluff, a bit of crack, smut, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, fluffy smut ngl, mentions of crying, cursing, mentions of hickeys and bruises

☀︎ — amara’s note: i loved writing this, also this is my apology fluff fic for the angst fic. hope you liked it! also english isn’t my first language so if you see any grammar errors, no you didn’t 🫶🏽 i think this is my proudest work🥹

tags: @callmeblaire @rowaelinsdaughter @azrielslightintheshadows @hauntedwitch04

Azriel’s brows furrowed as you avoided his hug for the second time today and just walked past him, acting like he wasn’t more than a ghost. This whole brushing him off thing had been going on all day and he was genuinely confused. Were you in a bad mood? Was your cycle coming? Azriel knew you were emotional during this time, but you usually stuck to him like glue.

He checked his mental calendar - no, not for another two months.

Did he say something to you? He replayed everything he said and every conversation you had yesterday and today but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Well, except for the fact that you were flat out ignoring him.

Azriel felt distressed over the fact that you ignored him, and he just wanted to be closer to calm down. Knowing he might have upset you, deeply unsettled him, prompting a strong desire to bridge the emotional gap between you.

Azriel found solace in your presence whenever he felt upset. You'd sprawl on the plush bed, arms open wide, inviting him into your embrace with a soft and tender expression. His head would rest on your chest, settling his weight on you, comforted by the beat of your calming heartbeat. It was a sweet sanctuary he sought when the world felt heavy.

There was nothing calm or sweet about the way you didn't spare him a second look, pouting as you carried on with your day. Occasional dagger stares shot his way, and even though you thought he didn't notice, he did. Of course, he did. The tension in the air was palpable as your silent discontent lingered.

Azriel decided to start small and ask an easy question, not daring to accidentally say something that will set you off.

“So, angel, what have you done while I was gone? Is the book you picked out yesterday any good?”

Sipping on the delightful peppermint tea, you huffed and snorted, keeping your gaze fixed on the window from the comfort of the soft sofa in the sitting room.

“Well, wouldn’t you just love to know?”

His brain was scrambled at this point, desperately attempting to save the clearly and very obviously dying conversation.

“Uh, yes? I’d love to know. If you don’t want to talk about the book then that’s fine but-”

“You’re just giving up so easy, Azriel. Atleast fight a bit. No wonder you cheated on me…”

Huh? What the actual fuck?? Confused and shocked, his brain went haywire, jaw dropping as he struggled to find words. A bewildered look crossed his face as he grappled with the unexpected situation.

He cheated on you? What were you talking about? The mere thought of being near another woman made him nauseous. Really, he didn’t like being around people at all, so the thought of going out of his way to find someone and then invite them to bed was something that made him shiver.

“What are you saying? I would never be unfaithful to you, please let’s just talk.” he dropped to his knees infront of you, panicked, trying to find the words to explain himself and to clear his name of something he didn’t do.

“You cheated on me. Yeah, with some blonde girl. And you seemed to enjoy it, too. Ugh, I’m so pissed, I can’t even look at you.” You put down your teacup a bit too hard as you folded your arms over your chest, glaring out the window in silent anger.

The crackling of the hearth was the only sound as Azriel's face paled. He was at a loss – how did you come to believe he was unfaithful? Where did these thoughts come from? The mystery hung in the air, a palpable tension challenging the warmth of the fireplace.

“If I truly was unfaithful, can you provide details? When did this happen, and where was I with this girl?” You felt his pleading, questioning stare burn into you from where he knelt.

Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t keep this up. He didn’t actually cheat on you. It was a dream but it felt so realistic that when you woke up and saw him besides you, you actually snarled. There you were, struggling to look at him without mentally replaying the scene of some random woman giving Azriel's body a tour. Fucking hell, you had never felt such betrayal and hurt by something that didn’t even happen.

But it felt silly to tell Azriel that you were mad at him for something your subconscious created , a dream you had dreamt. So you simply avoided him instead.

But damn, he was persistent.

Perhaps it was irrational, but you felt a desire to stir up some drama, maybe hoping to shake things up a bit.

“Okay, Azriel, I’ll spill. Yesterday at Rita’s, this blonde woman was all over you, touching everywhere. And you, shamelessly soaked it up like it was a spa. In my dream you also smiled as you held eye contact with me. You totally knew I saw you and did it anyways.” You looked away, breathing deeply as the memories invaded your mind.

Azriel felt a combination of relief and disbelief as you revealed it was all a dream. But he wouldn’t downplay what you imagined since he deep down felt your hurt through the bond. You had already been married for decades but the bond had snapped about 7 months, still new, so he understood that seeing him with someone else was hard. Hell, he’d feel absolutely murderous if he ever dreamt of some male feeling you up and fucking you, even if it was a dream.

He stood up as he dragged you to your feet and tilted his head, assessing if he should approach you or not,

“Sweetheart, you know I'd never do such a thing, right? How could I ever be unfaithful to you, my sweet girl? You're my perfect mate, my loving wife, my everything.”

He stepped closer and closer until his enticing scent enveloped you. Oh, how did you go an entire day without being close to him? Your mate towered over you, gently gripping your chin and tilting your head up. His face mere centimeters away, a magnetic force pulling you into a moment that blurred any lingering doubts.

“ I love you more than anything on this planet. In no universe would I ever stray away from you - you’re my beloved home, my cauldron fated. Over my dead body would I ever entertain another woman. I’ve waited for over half a millennium for you and I’d wait a million more for just a minute with you, sweetheart. I will never allow myself to disrespect you like that ever, I promise.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as he drew closer, his soft lips meeting yours. In that moment, your love for him overwhelmed everything else. His gentle kiss offered reassurance and warmth, the sting of the bargain tattoo fading into the background as he continued, sending shivers down your spine.

Needing one last push of reassurance you beg him for a last sentence. Looking up at him with glossy eyes, you whisper,

“Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.”

"I'm yours, I belong to you. Just as you're mine, you belong to me."

Tears streamed down as your heart raced, overwhelmed by his sincere devotion to you.

He wiped away your tears gently, his eyes filled with unwavering affection. “No more doubts, my love. We're bound to each other, and I'll spend every moment proving my devotion to you.”

His words hung in the air, creating a comforting embrace that removed any lingering insecurities, even ones in dreamscapes.

You slumped in his arms, finding solace in the embrace of his huge arms. He held you tightly, rocking you gently from side to side, creating a soothing rhythm. Your tears dried, replaced by a sense of calm as the only audible sound became the steady beat of his heart. Inhaling his calming scent, you grounded yourself in the reassurance of your mate's embrace.

Azriel tenderly stroked your hair, his touch a gentle reassurance. In a heartfelt moment, he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline, expressing his love and commitment without the need for words.

Your heart swelled with love, the connection through your bond overflowing with overwhelming warmth. The excess energy and love pulsated between you two, prompting you to contemplate a way to reciprocate the comfort and love to Azriel.

Lifting your head from its resting place on his chest, you stood on your tiptoes and initiated a kiss. Your arms remained cradled by him, your head guiding the motion as you continued to share this affectionate moment with your husband.

Azriel noticed the quickening beat of your heart, your eyes fluttering as the kiss deepened. He knew what you wanted and he couldn’t deny you ever. His lucious lips curving into a smile. You did your best to keep eye contact with him but it was difficult given that Azriels eyes had darkened over with lust, pupils expanding as his lids were slightly lowered.

Staring him dead in the eyes you whispered your desires,

“I want you. I want you everywhere. I want your mouth.”

You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“I want your hands.”

You kissed his other cheek.

“ I want you inside me, mate. “

You gave him a final kiss on the lips, sealing your wishes.

Azriel let his eyes flutter shut, struggling to tame his desires. He knew you inside and out, knew exactly what pace and setting you craved in that moment. Bending down to your level, Azriel picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

As Azriel carried you to the bedroom, you couldn't resist planting tender kisses along his neck, sucking and biting as you created bruises. The soft touch of your lips added a playful warmth to the moment and you couldn’t help staring up at him. His handsome features captivated you – the straight nose, sharp jaw, and beautiful eyes. He looked as if The Mother Herself had carefully carved him. His long, dark lashes and perfectly shaped brows added an extra layer to the masterpiece that was Azriel.

A possessive pride swelled within you. As you continued trailing kisses along his neck, you couldn't help but revel at the fact that Azriel was undeniably yours. A sense of exclusivity and fierce protectiveness filled your mind, boasting that no one would ever touch him the way you did, no one would ever love him the way you did.

‘Suck on that you blonde bitch’ was all you could smugly think.

Azriel gently placed you in front of the full-length mirror by your bed, positioning himself behind you. With deliberate care, he bent down, pressing kisses to your head, temple, ear, cheek, and finally, lingering on your neck. Each kiss was an expression of affection, creating a trail of shivers along your spine and arms.

His hands slid down to your waist, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze. The slow, deliberate touch made the moment feel personal and intimate. You make eye contact with your husband through the mirror and slightly nod, giving him permission to continue.

You step back, making him feel your ass through his pants, grinding against him as his hands travel up to your breasts. Azriel lightly squeezes them before moving to play with your stiffened nipples. His moves elicit a gasp from you as you revel at the feeling of him touching you.

You press against him again, this time harder. Azriel hisses as he lightly grab your neck with one hand, focusing his clouded eyes on yours through the mirror.

“Watch it. This is about you, not me, baby.” He unzips your dress, letting it pool around your feet. Instinctively you bring your hands up to cover yourself up, looking away, and realizing that you’re in fact completely stark naked infront of your fully dressed mate.

Azriel is having none of it. He wants you to see how beautiful you are. Wants you to see how your face twist in pleasure. Wants you to notice your little quirks that you otherwise wouldn’t see. He wants you too see the goddess he’s worshipping every day.

“Eyes open, sweetheart. You have to see how beautiful you look.” His hands envelops yours as he lowers your hands, leaving you bare infront of him. You hear rustling behind you and feel a sudden warmth pressing against your back. Opening your eyes, you see Azriel undressed with his warm chest pressed against your back. He looked massive, wings splayed proudly behind him, big arms flexing as he leaned down. His lips pressed against your ear, and the hot breath sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re my perfect girl. Look at you, all nice and ready for me. Now, imagine I see this everyday, imagine you laying under me, taking me like a good girl. That’s what you are right, a good girl?”

You nod absentmindedly as your mind goes blank. You just wanna make him proud of you, just wanna please him. “Uh-huh ‘m your good girl, Azzie.”

He flashes you a smirk, hands traveling further down as he teases your clit before pushing in his finger. You let out a sound of pleasure as your head slumps back into his chest, his massive hand wrapping around your throat. In and out his fingers go as your pleasure rises, blood heating at the thought of him fucking you on the bed later. Your breathing unevens when he twists his fingers and presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles as he pushes in another finger.

Your eyes cross in delight when he curls his fingers and hits that spot that sends electricity through your body, making you grab onto his built forearm. Azriel whispers promises of nasty scenes, promises of ways he’ll fuck you stupid. He’ll make sure you’ll never think he’d stray away from you. He’d prove himself forever if that’s what it took for the thoughts to leave your head forever.

Not sure what the mood is today, you ask him for permission to come. If you normally did it without asking, he’d edge you. And that was just not something you wanted to happen today so better safe than sorry. But before you gather your pleasured mind and ask him, Azriel beats you to it.

“Cum on me. Let go on my fingers, beautiful. It’s okay baby, you deserve it. Don’t you think? After all, my girl gets what she wants.”

As if his words triggered something in you, he pumps once, twice and you let go as you scream out his name. Azriel keeps fingering you through your high, looking you deep into your eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them.

“Delicious.”

Your ears ring, and your vision blur as your knees wobble, nearly falling. Azriel swiftly picks you up, planting a reassuring kiss. He praise you, telling you how good you were and how proud he was. You couldn’t think straight, only wanting more of him.

He placed you gently on the bed, preparing to head to the bathroom for a cloth to clean you up, but you halted him with a request.

“Can I repay you Azzie?”

Your eyes sparkled, and your face glowed with a content smile. With a tilted head and a subtle pout, you hoped he would agree to your request. You were quite tired but you so badly wanted to please him back.

He sensed your exhaustion, and originally he was so supposed to keep going but you were half asleep. He changed his plans and shook his head.

“You’re tired, angel. Rest up, I’ll be fine.”

But you kept resisting, urging and pushing that you weren’t that tired. And since Azriel can’t say no to you, he accepts. You let out a small victorious sound and slither down the bed, making room for Azriel as he settled against the headboard. You moved in closer to him, leaning forward and arching your back. You look up at him once for confirmation and continue when he nods.

Without hesitation, Azriel's hands found their way into your hair, stroking your hair softly before skillfully gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. You fall on your forearms, propping yourself up and obediently await for his words of command.

Azriel gently gripped your chin, his thumb grazing your plump bottom lip. In that moment, words were unnecessary; you already understood what he wanted.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” His words makes you blush.

You look away from his intense eyes and lower your gaze, pulling a chuckle from him. “Baby, stop. You’re making me nervous,” you plead, giving him a cheesy smile you kiss his thigh and move on.

Trying to hide your flustered face, you start out slowly, teasing him with kitten licks all over his tip. Azriel’s hands tightened around your hair making you look up at him with a smirk as he grits out,

“Play later.”

You suck on the head, hollowing your cheeks, before slowly taking in more and more, struggling when you feel him hit the back of your throat. Your mind replays the lessons Azriel taught you, prompting you to inhale through your nose.

His head thrown back against the headboard as his mind swirls with pleasure. He lets out groans and hisses of pleasure, his deep voice letting out praises,

“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl.”

“You’re doing so good, keep going.”

“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. You should look like this all the time, mouth full of my cock. Wouldn’t that be something?”

Your mates praise makes your eyes gloss over in submission. There was really no better feeling than being praised and loved by him. Your Azriel.

By the way the muscles in his thighs started tensing you knew he was getting close. You suck your cheeks in more and take him deeper, trying to please him as best as possible. 

The room was filled with obscene noises and gags as he hit the back of your throat, bucking his hips.

Pulling away, you use your hand and twist it around his shaft while sucking on the sensitive head. Determined to make him finish, you throw in a few sentences you know will get him there faster.

“you’re so big Azzie, taste delicious too.”

“does my mouth feel good around your cock, az? you wanna cum?”

“let’s see if my pussy feels better, yeah?”

Before you can put him back around your mouth, he grabs your arms and drags you up so that you’re straddling his lap. Without warning he pushes you down on his cock as you let out a loud moan at the stretch.

“You’re right, your pussy does feel better.”

Your hands automatically grab onto his broad shoulders as you grind and bounce on him. You tighten around him as he brings his fingers down to your clit. Looking down on him, you find him smirking, satisfied that he caught you off guard. He knew you didn’t really plan on riding him but you were not fucking complaining.

Quite the opposite actually. You sounded like some deprived whore, moaning and babbling out in pleasure, licking and biting his neck and lips.

Both of you knew you were close. Azriel breathing quickened as you tightened around him.

“Tell me you’re mine.” A soft whimper escapes you as you gaze down at your man. His sweaty hair sticks to his forehead, a rosy blush adorning his cheeks and neck. In his eyes, full of love and affection, as he whispers for the second time today that he's yours forever.

“I’m yours, forever baby, I’m yours.” Azriel chants as he comes, body trembling as you grind on him,soon falling off your high and slumping against his chest.

“I love you so much, honey,” you whispered.

You looked up at him, tears welling up as Azriel held you close, making you feel overwhelmed by the depth of love. The connection between you was an unbreakable thread, weaving through your souls. In his embrace, every touch and shared moment became a testament to the bond you shared. The room faded away as your love for Azriel became an emotional beacon, each tear carrying the weight of countless cherished memories.

Oh, how you loved him.

In the quiet of the moment, Azriel gently wiped away your tears, his eyes reflecting the same depth of emotion.

“I love you too, sweetheart” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your overwhelmed heart.

The reassurance in his words melted away the pain, leaving only the warmth of shared love.

[jx3-xd]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Vox x Reader, where Vox accidentally broadcasts a private, heartfelt message he intended only for you across Hell's airwaves. Embarrassed but touched, you find a way to reassure him and reciprocate his feelings publicly?

A/N: Yessss!!! Ofc! I feel like I actually did pretty good w this one ngl

Vox x Reader: Public Broadcast

Word Count: 840

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Vox was in his recording studio, alone oddly enough. When he had entered the room, his crew had asked to join him to help with recording, but he denied it and said it was something important and classified. Vox sat down in his chair, no paper in front of him to read, nothing on the teleprompter, no people behind the aux, no one and nothing besides Vox and the chilling air in the studio.

Vox pulled out his camera and turned it on, clearing his voice as he took a deep breath. He went over what he wanted to say in his head for a second, before shaking his head. ‘All I need to do is say what comes to my head, no pre-planned speech for them, just words straight from my head.’ He took another deep breath and clicked the button to begin the broadcast.

All over the pride ring people began to receive an ominous broadcast from Vox. Everyone listened in…everyone besides poor Y/N who didn't get the message. “Hey darling,” He started, thinking he had the camera prompted to broadcast only for his beloved. “I love you so much, ya know? I love you to Earth and back- better yet, to heaven and back- no no, I love you to infinity and beyond! You're so cute and adorable and I love everything about you. I love your cute eyes, I love your soft, cherry blossom pink lips, I love your death glares and your soft glances, I love your blush and I love all of your beautiful face. And oh my Lucifer, don't get me started on your moans in bed.” He rolls his head back and smirks.

All of hell is confused but also amused, most laughing at their screens ecstatically. Y/N was confused and looked over someone's shoulder to see what they were dying laughing at. They blush madly when they see their boyfriend making comments about how good they treat him in bed, how good their lips and tongue work their magic on his dick, how good their pussy tastes…he goes on and on and into more and more detail. Y/N was almost about to have a nosebleed and faint before they made themselves look away and put in an earbud and called Vox.

Still broadcasting, Vox picked up the call and saw it was from Y/N, confused as he turned off the stream and walked away.

“Hey mamacita, did you like the broadcast?” He says in a flirty tone. “B-babe- that went to all of Hell except for me-” Vox pauses and his screen begins to overheat. “Babe don't overheat just make sure the broadcast is off and I'm on my way-”

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ (imma start using kitties during the stories for time skips :D)

Vox was sitting on the floor when Y/N came inside his studio, curled up on the cold, tile floor and on the verge of overheating. They sat by him and made him look at them. “Hey, love, thank you for the broadcast. I saw some of it and you made my day, even though I was blushing so much, but it's alright that you accidentally broadcasted it to all of the pride ring.” “N-no it's not, I just made the biggest fool of myself ever…” Vox said, looking away. They made him face them and kissed him, pulling his screen close (look it's hard to make love to a TV-). They pull away after a second, a trail of saliva still between them both. “Vox, everything will be alright, okay love?” Vox nods, smiling a bit.

Y/N suddenly got an idea. “How about I go live showing everyone how much I just adore you, hm?” Vox perks up at the idea, smiling a bit. “Mhm!- i-i mean yeah, only if I can show them who you belong to my darling.” He says as he tries to stay confident and dominant. They giggle at his enthusiasm and how he tries to hide it for his ego. They both stand up and dust themselves off before going over to Vox's news chair.

All across Hell there was another odd stream that day, but not Vox rambling on about his lover, no no. This time, Y/N, his lover, leaned back in his chair, shirt stripped off and Vox on top of them. Vox bit and licked and sucked all over Y/N’s chest and neck and arms. He claimed them as his over and over and over, whispering sweet nothings to them in their ear while straddling their hips, grinding on their crotch slowly underneath the table. Y/N was steadily saying praises about Vox, about how he was such a good daddy and how he hit all the right spots over and over to the camera, eyes closed and face flushed. Vox finished up the broadcast by making out with you before cutting off the stream as he took you back to his penthouse and fucked you for a long while all over the penthouse.

“You're all mine, beautiful~”

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[liesmyth]

may i humbly request a director’s commentary for any part of as long as it is day

omg omg very happily!! Writing that fic was a fantastic experience I love chatting about it

as long as it is day (The Locked Tomb, Time Loop, Gideon-centric; Gideon & John; Gideon & Wake; Gideon/Harrow)

Nonagesimus, you owed me so big. You spat on my gift of a perfectly good soul, you trapped me in the back of your head like a bad dream to be forgotten and brought me back to fight disgusting bloody wasps, and then you got me stuck in a nightmare whirl of the worst fucking night of my life. Which, you know. That’s really saying something.

This fic was written for a fic exchange for @augustmourn who had THE most beautiful collection of prompts ever. It was a struggle to pick only one to fill. I landed on the time loop idea and picked the ending of HtN because it's such a WTF moment for Gideon, with everything happening at once, and discovering who John and Wake are to her literally seconds before disaster.

I decided from the start I wanted Gideon to fight Heralds a lot and die a lot. I spent probably days sliding into @nikkicafeina's DMs to figure out the best John & Gideon's dynamic and we landed on John would be absolutely delighted to have a secret daughter!! who's also Harrow's cav!! That man loves finding His People. Meanwhile, Gideon who just watched John do HtN Act 5 would be extremely wary and pissed off at him. She is NOT impressed with her newfound father. Half the John & Gideon scenes in the fic are John going like, "Wait are you MAD at me?" and Gideon who reluctantly goes from "I want nothing to do with you but unfortunately you're literally God and I need your help to find my girlfriend" to, like... remembering that she grew up as a foundling on the Ninth daydreaming of the day somebody would come for her. She never had anybody before (Harrow is complicated) and now John wants to play cards with her while they're stuck in a time loop. Is he a good person? No. Does it matter? No. Nobody ever even pretended to care about her before.

Gideon & Wake was my favourite part to write. It was hard because Wake as a character is so complicated to me — the strength of her convictions but meanwhile she's sleeping with her mortal enemy on the DL! She will do anything to free her people up to and including killing millions! She only ever saw Gideon as a bio weapon but she says "I'm sorry" the first time they meet face to face! Ultimately, the version of Wake that Gideon meets is a revenant who only wants one thing. Gideon, who grew up talking to her mother's bones, has to put an end to Wake's mission because she needs John to help her find Harrow. As I said in the tags: the universe's WORST family reunion. I'm actually pretty proud of how the final Wake & Gideon scene came out because I gave myself feelings.

Random thoughts:

I love naming TLT fics after Bible verses especially when they are sort of ironic. This one is from John 9:4. “As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me.” <- this means. Gideon baby girl you're not getting ANY sleep

I'm really pretty proud of how the Gideon voice came out ngl

Gideon POV grasp of the Lyctors and their dynamics was a blast to write. She does NOT care about the Lyctors, they could die for all she cares (should die probably) but I think she's in a unique position to understand their fucked up codependency. Nobody else understands what is like to go through immortality other than another immortal. She witnessed Mercy and John and Augustine all trying to kill each other the first time around. But she understands fucked up codependency and why John would never let Wake kill any of HIS Lyctors. They're HIS.

Gideon confronting Wake with the fact that the Ninth House nuns named her after the guy who killed her. I'm always thinking about whatever the fuck must have gone through between Wake and G1deon; I loved writing this line: “There are worse names,” she conceded. “He killed me, but he made it quick. Others wouldn’t have.”

Gideon (a normal person) describing the Heralds (disgusting space wasps) and the Mithraeum (bone palace central). I feel strongly that she'd actually like the Mithraeum! She grew up with Crux telling her "and even after you're dead you'll serve the Ninth as a skeleton". I feel like, to her, the idea of bones being used as decoration in a beautiful place instead of as manual labour is quite soothing.

I'm gonna be honest and admit I only came up with section header names so I could call one "2Emperor 2Murder". I think it captures the spirit of the books.

I had SO much fun with pronouns. Gideon-in-Harrow's body sometimes refers to the body she's inhabiting as Harrow's (I bit your lip) and sometimes it's both of them (I looked at the woman behind those eyes. She looked at us.) <- all of these are intentional and were fun to write.

John is the person who designed the #aesthetic of the Nine Houses. It's very important to me that he has a cool wizard sword of his own and he's absolute shit at using it. He's never had to get his hands dirty at close range before. He made himself cool weapons for cool factor and that's it.

I feel like a hack because SO many people liked the last line and it wasn't even mine.

I thought: Harrow, I’m coming. Which, you know. That’s what she said.

^ credit for this goes to @theriverbeyond who's THE Gideon expert in my life <3

WOW TURNS OUT I HAD A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS FIC. THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME <3333

[fanfic writers director’s cut meme!]

[pluto-00]

Rainy Day

gojo x black fem reader!

warnings: fluff, slight angst if you squint, gojo and reader are in their mid 20’s, gojo is a sorcerer, reader is also a sorcerer, over-worked gojo, gojo being a little clingy, black fem reader, very short.

a/n: gojo brainrot. I just miss him a lot ngl.

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The rain ran against the roof and windowsill as you slept. While the rain outside was harsh, making the inside of the apartment was cozy. Soon condensation would start to build up on the windows but for now, rain droplets remained in their place. It was getting colder outside; so you kept the temperature around 77°F (25°C), making the house relatively warm inside.

Prompting you to turn over in your sleep, feeling the hard contrast between the warmth of your body and the cold side where Gojo usually slept. You opened your eyes for a moment, but only a moment as you closed them again.

‘Right, Satoru had a mission last minute.’ You reminded yourself as you flipped back to your original spot. Your eyes fluttered back open again,“He should’ve been back by now..” You mumbled tiredly, while mindlessly reaching out for your phone and sliding up to see the time.

‘7:04 am’ A sigh left your two-toned lips as you read the time, before putting the phone back on the stand and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The heavy rain made itself very apparent as you looked out the window. The rain in the street was almost reaching the side walk.

‘It’s still early..I should go back to bed.”

And with that, you fixed your bonnet properly over your head and laid your head back on the pillow to calm your worries.

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It was still raining as he tracked his aching feet into the house. He slipped off his wet shoes, and fixed them by the door. He was exhausted, in-dire need of a warm bath and some sleep. He peeked into the shared bedroom, checking if you were up yet.

You were fast asleep in bed, at least that’s what it looked like to Satoru when he opened the door. A soft smile played on his pale pink lipslooked at your sleeping figure, before closing the door and heading to the shower.

He absolutely adored you when as you slept. The way the light from the lamp shined on your brown skin, the way you looked so peaceful compared to your blunt nature.

He left the bedroom, hobbling over to the bathroom. Leaning on the wall as he lifted up his shirt, seeing some bruises he got while fighting. “Thought it would be worse..” He thought to himself, as he let his legs sink into the bath tub. He leaned back against the tub, trying to relax and think of something better.

With the constant pressure from higher-ups, the dangerous missions he goes on, and task constantly being shoved to him left and right? He was more than happy to come home to you at the end of the day.

He stepped out the tub, the steam leaving the bathroom and pouring out into the bedroom. Your eyes opened a bit, the door creaking open to see Gojo standing in the doorway. “Hey,” You mumbled happily, seeing him return home safely.

His head turned to you. “Hey-I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked softly, as he held a towel between his waist, and walked over to his dresser to get changed. “No..m’ just glad your home.”

He stifled a groan as he slid himself into the bed, grabbing at your waist to pull himself in.

“Hey.. are you alright?” She asked, as her eyes now noticing the fresh injuries on his chest and abdomen.

Yawning, you moved a bit openly, allowing the white haired man to bury his face closer into your neck.“Yeah, it took longer than expected. No major injuries.. I could just ask Shoko to heal me, but I doubt I’ll need it.” He murmured against your neck. He just missed you, never wanting to let you go. His head picked up, his eyes further ingering on your face.

Her fingers traced at his scars from past missions and fights. “I wish you didn’t have all this pressure on your shoulders, my love.” His hand grabbed yours, intertwining them; lifting it up to kiss it.

“I know you’re going to worry, but you shouldn’t. I came home today didn’t I?”

”As long as you’re okay, i’m fine.” Your voice was considerate, as a hand crept up to the top of his face to brush a few strands covering his face.

“Anyway are you hungry?”

“Maybe.. but i’m exhausted.”

“I would get up, but the bed feels comfy.”

“Good, stay with me longer.”

You let out a laugh, it was clear both of you guys were exhausted from Sorcerer work. Last night was the only real time you guys had together, and yet Yaga had to cut it short with a sprung on mission for Satoru. Which to say the least you weren’t happy, but you’re partner assured you he’d be back in the morning. And here he was, sticking to his words.

You weren’t going to sugarcoat it, the situation was annoying. But, he’s safe, and really that’s all that mattered to you.

“Actually.. I might be hungry now.” He got up with a grin. As you heard a light growl come from his stomach, your lips pursed in amusement. “Really toru’? Well you gon have to wait cuz’ I just got comfy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good, now cmere closer baby.”

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[daisybeewrites]

for the speak now prompts,

The team or philindaisy to Long Live 👀

you got it love. made myself tear up a bit ngl 🫶

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Long Live

They said remember this moment.

Daisy’s hands shook as she took a seat on her bunk. Next to her sat a box of memories — disposable camera photos from throughout the years, her very first badge, letters from Jemma, May, and Coulson. The few trinkets that she saved when all went to hell (she couldn’t quite remember which ones came from between which disasters, though). A mixtape CD from Jemma titled ‘Space Jams’.

She smiled, sorting through the box. There wasn’t any one thing she was looking for, not really. What she was searching for, she wouldn’t find in the box.

You held your head like a hero.

Newspaper clippings surrounded her, scattered around the floor like confetti. The pictures were clipped to the wall with string and clothespins — Coulson posing with his Captain America baseball cap and May making her ‘mom’ face; Daisy and Jemma napping on the floor after a mission; Hunter standing on Bobbi’s shoulders and Daisy on Mack’s, racing to screw in lightbulbs on a maintenance day; Daisy, Fitz, and Jemma hanging upside down from their beds during their time on the bus.

She watched the clouds pass by the window, stretching farther than she could fathom. The sky was dusted with stars. She could almost pick out the distorted shapes of her own constellations, even as they stretched further and further out of familiarity. May used to watch the stars while flying. She could remember the first time May let her sit with her in the cockpit.

Long live the walls we crashed through.

Daisy flopped onto her bed, exhausted. It had taken two showers to get all the alien goo out of her hair, and Kora was still working on washing the dust from their suits. Daniel had run comms for this one.

The strange, adrenaline rush she got during a fight had faded, leaving her limbs feeling like jelly and her mind filled with static. Daisy glanced at her nightstand. There was a picture of the team, posing in the lab at the Playground. May and Coulson’s arms were around her. She missed her family.

There was a time when she lived in a van with her computers, a hot plate and a hula girl. She held the small figurine, watching her wobble as the Zephyr 3 took off. She used to tell herself that she liked being alone, but now she felt like she couldn’t bear to be without them. She had spent so much time in her room at first, avoiding the rest of them. They opened up the door. They crashed into her life and she crashed into theirs and, for some reason, she felt like she should have known they would never be the same.

Please take a moment, promise me this.

It was part of her job to be silent. To stay hidden. To protect from the shadows. She wouldn’t trade it for anything.

But she did hate how difficult it was to get in touch.

Kora tapped her shoulder from her place in the co-pilot’s seat. "It’s almost time."

Daisy nodded and swallowed hard. Daniel squeezed her shoulder and took her place in the cockpit. She made her way back to her bunk, pressing the cool metal device to her temple and watching the scene materialize in front of her.

"Seems we’re early."

Daisy smiled, wishing she could get up and knock May over with the tightest hug in any timeline.

"Seems so."

"Starting the party without me?" Coulson appeared.

"It’s not a party if you aren’t here," She grinned. "I know we’re supposed to wait for everyone else, but how are you? Tell me everything."

May shrugged at Coulson in a gesture of ‘I’m not going first.’

"Things are good. I’ve got a flying car. Costa Rica is beautiful," He summarised. "I miss my kid."

Daisy felt tears well up. Damn it, she was not going to cry this early.

"Send me a postcard," She joked. "What about you, May?"

"Students are exhausting. I hate grading papers," She grumbled. "The coffee isn’t as good as the kind you used to buy."

"C’mon, there’s nothing good going on?" Coulson asked.

May gave Coulson a hard stare. "I’m not in space. Or a computed reality."

He chuckled. "At least there’s that."

The others came in soon enough, and the room seemed to shift. They were all good. They all promised they’d do this again soon. Daisy and Coulson were the last ones, after everyone else left.

"[insert their dialogue from finale],"

"I hate that this is all we get," She whispered. "We beat fate before."

Coulson went to grab her hand, then paused. They both knew she wouldn’t feel anything.

"I think," He said carefully, "We won’t ever really say goodbye. We’ve fought too hard together to be forced apart."

Daisy nodded. "Hey, AC…" She trailed off.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to know that you gave me everything. A home. I had the time of my life with our team," She let out a shaky breath. "I won’t let anyone forget you, even if you decide it’s time," Daisy choked out. "You’re family."

Coulson smiled sadly. "Stay safe out there."

She disconnected, the empty room replaced by the cluttered walls of her bunk. Her books, photos, letters all stared warmly back at her.

"They’re good," She murmured. "We’re good."

We will be remembered.

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[dgdraws]

My art year in review!

I learned so much this year and made a ton of cool stuff! These are my favorites from each month, but it was so hard to choose. A lot of stuff didn't even get posted--I'll be sure to at least post the ones that made it to this list!

It's amazing to see how much I've changed and learned over this year, and to see the things that are emerging as part of "my style."

Here's to another year of delight, creation, connection and fun!

Some monthly reflections beneath the cut, but here's the highlights:

I participated in 3 art challenges, Artfight, OC-tober and Huevember.

I made fanart for the first time!

I created a piece I conceived of before I started drawing

Made some big breakthroughs in techniques and skills in April, July and November

January: My first branch into full character design, Rodd is the culmination of training on Hero Forge renders to make dnd portraits! I was doing this cool thing with neon rim lighting, I should bring that back!

February: I saw a piece on here with this amazing glowing effect, so I color picked it and experimented to figure out what relationship between the colors was making it do that! The answer was saturation. This rose is meant to be glowing from within, and I think I did a good job for my knowledge level at the time! As Chuck Tingle would tell us, it's beautiful because only I could have made it in that moment on the timeline.

March: I spent a million years on every detail of this one, it has at least 5 clipping overlay/saturation layers for lighting, multiple line work groups and I want to rework that background but! I never felt more accomplished than I did when I finished this one. I learned a lot, especially about things I could skip or simplify. And the symbolism really pops off ngl

April: I read Gideon the Ninth for the first time this month and I immediately needed to draw Jeannemary Chatur, Cavalier of the Fourth House, the worst teen to do it. She's the first fanart I ever made and posted! I also discovered a new pen tool with this one, which CHANGED THE GAME.

May: This one is an idea I had written down before I ever picked up the tablet and stylus. I thought I might commission someone to make it, the image of it came to me so clearly during our VTM session I just had to make it real somehow. Well I did it! This is one I will come back to redraw in like 5 years bc I love the concept so much. Also rife with symbolism and inside nods to the Low Kings.

June: I made a bunch of ref sheets in the run-up to Artfight in July. Caleb hadn't even been in my plans to upload, but I had time and inspiration! I will be uploading this and a few more of him <3

July: This is one of my faves from Artfight! This character is Blueberry, by way of OrchidEatsBread on artfight. I have still never played... rainworld? But I love me a slug cat. In July I drew a TON of people, it really drilled anatomy basics into me and how to get clothes looking like actual clothes a bit more. Also solidified some things I would consider "my style" at the moment, like no irises, and my approach to noses and mouths and fingers!

August: Another fanart for the Locked Tomb series, I never posted this!!! Will be rectifying that soon.

September: I got really into javascript and css this month, and I made this to be a landing page image on my neocities website XD I'll get back around to that eventually...

October: At the last minute, I discovered OC-tober and the prompts from @/bweirdart, a worthy follow up to the rush of Artfight two months previous. I developed so much stuff for the Low Kings, including this drawing/character, Amayah/Girl-Z, who has been a figment of my pintrest board for 2+ years.

Huevember: Chasing that OC-tober high, I found Huevember! I did not expect to actually do every day, but it proved to be an amazing exercise! I learned so, so much about color, discovered amazing new brushes and techniques and found I really enjoy working in those one day capsules! I loved a lot of the stuff that came out of this month, including my highest note post ever!!!, but this one is still my phone background and I'm maybe developing an OC world around it. We'll see what happens in 2024.

December: I got hit HARD with the writing bug this month, so this was my only choice for this month but I WOULDA CHOSEN IT ANYWAY. I unlocked something here that I'm really excited to visit again, in fact I'm working on a companion piece rn! This is also fanart btw, prepare for me to get even weirder about this guy in the coming months.

If you've read this far, thank you so much! I have so much fun writing these little reflections and making my posts on here.

xoxo, wren

[hoshigray]

Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers 💙 Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!

mona bearrrr !! omg, i appreciate this as this gives me time to look through all the pieces I've worked on. So hmmmm....

Loved Writing the Most: Old Tricks, Same Treats is my pride and joy. Sure, it's my most popular work, but it means a whole lot to me to make a story with my favorite character with my favorite trope and make it come out in the way I actually envisioned! Like I think about it all the time; how it makes me proud that I made that piece and how I wish to make a series for it when I get the time.

Others Loved; I Didn't: mmmmm I'mma be real with you; none really come to mind. but, if I had to really pick, maybe Gotta Have "U" in Sugar??? idk, at the time of writing it, I thought it was a pretty good concept. But now, it was my first long fic and tbh, I think I could do a better job structuring the story or actually have Toji be, well, Toji. i don't know....maybe a concept I can pick up again? who knows.

Most Fun to Write: Omgggg I'd give that to Sink Your Teeth to Drink!! that was my second time writing for Choso (sadddd i love him sm) and it was with a prompt that fit him so well!! I tried to make it as cute and funny as possible, but also hot and steamy, ya know. omg, I just realized I never proofread that one.....might have to fix that ngl, hehe.

Most Proud Of: I'd give that to SMASH or SLASH[er]!! tbh. It was the first fic I got to make after my one or two-month hiatus from fanfic writing. And not only was it my first time writing a threesome fic (holy shit!!), but I believe this was a pivotal point for me in terms and a foundation for how I write fics as of now. I owe this fic a lot for my growth, so I'm still kinda psyched about writing it myself.

Wished Had More Recognition: I'd say I Can Drink Your Sorrow for this one. It was my first time writing a full fic for Gojo, so I kinda get how it didn't get traction. However, I did put a lot of heavy emotion into the story and tried to make it not about the smut. It's a pretty mild yet messy story, esp at the end.

Most "______" Fic:

Happiest: Bear Mine is probabaly it, bc 1) i'd love to have babies with toji lmfaooo, 2) I love having the opportunity to explore toji's vulnerable side when I can. Whenever I go back and read this, I can't stop fighting the smile as I read! Like yes, Toji having happiness in his life which he deserves!?? Sign me up!! and tbh, a close second would be this fic as well...

Saddest: I Can Drink Your Sorrow; again, has a lot of heavy emotion because I wanted the reader to actually feel the goat from Gojo's perspective and what he was doing. I guess I wouldn't say it's "sad," but the way he beats himself up over what he did (which is valid) is a bit heart-wrenching.

Comedic: lol i think that one goes to Seven Hellish Minutes of Heaven; idkkkk i guess it's bc i modleled from conversations with my friends to make the bickering and insults between reader and Gojo seem more realistic, but funny at the same time, ya know? I think writing for him is where I find it easiest to come up with comedy dialogue, so (as of recent) I'd say this is my most funniest.

And that's it, really!! Honestly, this was kinda hard to do as I don't usually go back on the things I write — especially the old ones, lol. But tysm for this, mona dearest, love ya mwah !! 💓

[mothdruid]

Smut prompt 87 and 140 with Druig please 🙏 ♥

this one was really fun to write! it was pretty up my ally ngl

The two of you had been a ball of tangled limbs all day. It was rare when the two of you both had nothing to do for the day. So like in normal fashion, the two of you laid on the couch while watching your favorite trash tv, 90 Day Fiance. You had just finished an episode when you shifted slightly, feeling something hard against your ass. You rolled your hips back slightly, hearing his breath hitch.

You smiled as you rolled your hips back one more time. “Wanna fuck?”

Druig nodded his head before bringing his lips to your neck, latching on quickly. The arm draped over you snaked up your body, hand squeezing at your chest. You let out a soft breath, tilting your head back to give him more space. Druig licked a stripe up your neck, nipping at the spot below your ear.

His other arm wiggled under your body, replacing the one on your chest. His more free hand moved lower, dipping underneath the waistband of your shorts. His fingertips pressed gently over your panties, smiling when he felt a small patch of wet cloth.

“I can’t believe how wet you are already.” He whispered into your ear. Your hips bucked against his hand as he started rubbing you over your panties. He moved his hand underneath your panties, fingers diving between your folds. You moaned out as the pads of his fingers found your clit. He started with little circles, smiling when you pressed back against him.

“So fucking hot for me baby.” He moaned as you pressed your ass against his hips, providing the perfect pressure for his aching cock. A familiar tightening of your abdomen had started, making you all the more sensitive.

“Fuck..”

Druig used two fingers to rub larger circles on your clit, making you throws your head back. His lips latched onto your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot near your shoulder. Your skin felt like fire as your orgasm washed over you. Your hips stuttered and twitched as Druig’s finger kept moving on your clit.

Once your orgasm was over, he helped you out of your shorts and underwear. You heard him shift around behind you, pushing his own sweatpants around his knees. You felt his cock pressed flush against your ass. He gripped the base and slapped it on your ass a few times before slipping it between your folds. The head of his cock slipped inside of you quickly, making the both of you moan.

You hadn’t realized how wet you actually were. He bottomed out inside of you, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. His thrusts were languid and casual, not wanting to rush this moment. The two of you were like that for a while, his thrusts slow while you moaned and whined. His hand snaked between your legs, lifting one up so he could thrust a bit deeper inside of you.

His pace picked up with the new angle. The head of his cock started rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside of you. Your moans and his groans started to pick up as the two of you got closer and closer to orgasm. Your core tightened around him one last time as another orgasm took over. You squeezed him impossibly tight, his hips stuttering as you pushed him over the edge. His cum coated your insides as he stilled inside of you.

The two of you laid there for a while, Druig’s cock soft inside of you now. A moan escaped you as he pulled out of you. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “I’ll go get a warm washcloth.” After cleaning up Druig restarted the episode of 90 Day Fiance, which you two continued to watch for the rest of the day.

[strawberryya]

welcome home

Seonghwa x reader

request: Oooh, idk if requests are open, if they're not I'm sorry but if they are, great!! Prompts: 'I missed you' & 'please stay'. Seonghwa (dom) + angst+ praise+ corruption+ fluff+ shy!reader. Can't wait to see what you come up with :) @whatudowhennooneseesyou 

word count: 5.3k

genre/contains: established long-distance relationship, dom!Seonghwa, afab!reader, nb!reader i think except for the typically fem petnames, petnames (sometimes degrading), angst , praise, corruption, fluff, shy!reader, unprotected sex (don't, just don't), thigh grinding, cream pie, mentions of phone sex and nudes, phone sex foreplay, porn with very little plot ngl, mentions of food, please let me know if you find something else

rating: 18+

a/n: oh god, this took so long to write, smut is a lot of fun but so hard to write sometimes. I imagine it'll get easier with more practice but idk. anyways, I hope this fulfilled the request and that you all enjoy it :)

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All day you had been horny, it was just one of those days where it kept bothering you no matter what you did to distract yourself. Luckily it wasn't a weekday, and you could stay at home while trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts. Specifically those about him.

Of course, you knew you would have to wait a while longer if you wanted to do something with his help. However, when you're watching the cooking channel and a random chef's knife skills turn you on, you kinda have to face reality and do something about your situation.

So you ended up calling him, deciding that, at least making sure he was on board would be a bit reassuring as you tried to fight off the urge to just help yourself.

His sweet tone when he picked up with a "Hey my baby," derailed everything though. And when he innocently asked "How has your day been so far?" it made you feel rather shy and unsure of how to bring up the subject you intended to discuss.

Feeling restless you flipped yourself over, laying on your side with the phone still pressed against your ear to hear his every word. You had missed his voice - even though you had spoken just two days ago and texted in between. It had been hard, not seeing him in person these past months, not being able to talk into the small hours at night while lying next to each other and without a damn phone in your hand. 

Additionally, not being able to feel him had been torture. Occasional phone sex and dirty pictures had of course been sent to help each other out, but you were never really completely satisfied. It didn’t matter how many times you came on your vibrator or your fingers; nothing came close to how he could make you come within minutes with only his mouth, sucking and lapping at your pussy like he had been starved for ages. You missed having his head pressed up against you in between your spread-out legs, only seeing the top of his head when you looked down and moaned at the sight. You missed how he would groan when you pulled at his hair, sending vibrations through your body. And you missed how he would fuck you senseless when you were already about to pass out from your previous orgasms. 

Clenching from the thought of just this finally pushed you over the edge. You needed to hear him tonight, you needed to see him as you both came undone, calling out to each other over the call, and your self-consciousness would have to be pushed aside for now.

"Could we talk on facetime or something tonight? I'm feeling a bit 'wound up' and... idk I just thought that maybe..." you began, getting more embarrassed from what you were about to ask of your boyfriend with every word. It wasn't like it was the first time- absolutely not - these calls had become both of your saving graces these past couple of months. Altough, phone sex, even when they felt like personal cam boy streams, wasn't exactly ideal. However, it was so much better than having to survive on only the memory of him moaning into your ear.

"Cmon, tell me what you want," he teased, snickering a bit at your awkwardness.

It wasn't easy, asking him to do what you wanted him to do. It didn't matter that you had done it before. You accidentally let a small whine slip out, inadvertently letting him know of your dissatisfaction due to his incessant need to hear all of the dirty thoughts you had to be said through words. But you very quickly gave in, too horny not to do exactly what he said. "Could we have phone sex tonight?" you hastily mumbled out, words stumbling over each other.

He heard you though, however, his laughing slowly came to a halt, only to lower his voice and demand "Again, clearer this time. Tell me exactly what it is that you want today."

You were burning up, the complete flip in his tone of voice had your stomach doing flips at every syllable.

"I-" you began, your words getting caught in your throat. You knew what you wanted, you knew exactly what you needed from him. You knew he would do what you wanted, as long as you told him. But that was of course the hardest part... the words continuously trying to turn into whispers due to the heat creeping up all over your body from embarrassment.

"I want you, to call me tonight... on a video call. I want you to look at me while I touch myself," Oh god, you could hear the desperation in your own voice, but at the same time you began uttering the words, you couldn't keep your legs apart, seeking the friction your thighs gave you as you rubbed them tightly together. Taking a moment to take a deep breath, you continued, trying your hardest to keep your words clear and coherent.

"I want you to tell me how to touch myself. I want you to imagine, that you are the one doing it, as you satisfy yourself, with your hand. I want to see you do it." And with that, you let the rest of the air out of your lungs, feeling like you could die of embarrassment.

His answer came after a couple of seconds of dead silence that would give you a stress-induced heart attack in any other circumstances.

"See, that wasn't too hard, was it? You have learned so well; look at you now, saying these things to me. So needy. Now, do you want to wait until tonight, do it over the phone, and do it all by your lonesome? Or would you like to answer that door for me, like the obedient slut that you are?"

At that very moment, you heard the doorbell sound loudly, and you sat up from the couch at once. You were just about to start questioning how Seonghwa could've known that it was going to ring right at that moment, but he hung up before you could collect your thoughts enough for a single word to come out.

It couldn't be, he was hours away. There was just no way he could've traveled that entire way without telling you that he was coming home. You tried to calm yourself, not wanting to get your hopes up too much, in case your rational thoughts actually were the truth and he just had some magical levels of perfect timing today.

You pulled open the door and your jaw fell, all the words you had running through your brain sticking on your tongue. All rational thoughts dissolving as you looked at the man standing on the other side of the door.

“So you’ve decided to be a good little whore today?” Seonghwa said with a playful smirk.

Your eyes widen in complete shock, but you nod and back up from the door as if in a trance. The horny in you was momentarily stunned by the overwhelming joy of having him back right in front of you after so many weeks without him there.

"Work? How? You didn't..." you tried and failed at making complete sentences, just staring at him while he unloaded the bags in his hands. You closed the door as he took off his shoes and let your back fall against it for support.

"It was a surprise," he smiled, looking at your still confused face.

"Oh," was all you could muster up now.

Then his smile shifted into a knowing smile, and his eyes switched into something a lot more devious. You shifted, nervously avoiding his gaze. He fought your chin in between his thumb and index finger, stabilizing your face and forcing your eyes to meet his own unrelentless ones.

"But before we talk about any of that, we have a couple of things to deal with. Wanna tell me again what you want from me tonight?"

Your breath hitched as you imagined the possibilities of what you could do now that he was here.

However, "Kiss me, please," was all you could find the words for.

"With pleasure," he whispered as he pushed you up against the cold door behind you. The kiss - aggressive, messy, and wet- and the relief of finally feeling his lips on yours combined with your breath caught in your lungs creating a deliciously dizzying feeling. It was taking over your mind, clouding your every thought, making you stuff the questions, and pleas for this to last forever, into the back of your mind.

This was not the time to bring up your wants when he was already giving you exactly what you needed by letting his leg slip in between your thighs. You moaned into his mouth as you let yourself sink down on his steady thigh.

Your mind was already beginning to feel fuzzy, it had been too long. While tracing his body, you let your hands travel from their previous position on Seonghwa's neck, letting them slide over his back, around his sides, and down to the hem of his shirt. A simple black shirt, comfy, and perfect to travel in. However, you needed it gone. Letting your hands slide up inside of his shirt, your fingertips sliding up over his toned abdomen until he broke the kiss, both of you out of breath and high on the feeling of finally feeling each other like this. He let you pull his shirt up, letting out a single chuckle at the way you licked your lips seeing his bare chest.

"Eager are we?" he pulled your head up by putting his index finger under it and tilting it towards his face. "Are we?" he repeated sternly.

"Very," you said breathlessly, feeling the embarrassment crawling into your brain, but it was quickly pushed aside when he smirked yet again and brought his lips to yours.

Moaning into the kiss again due to the muscles in his thigh shifting you felt your pussy getting wetter by the second. It was unbearable, especially since you had felt so needy the entire morning.

You needed more. More of this moment. More of his lips and hands all over your body, squeezing and caressing. You needed more of him.

Trying to create some more friction, you pushed your pelvis up a bit and let it drop again, your sweats on top of his thigh covered with jeans gave you exactly what you needed for just a moment.

But it was soon taken away as Seonghwa pulled back, seeing your distressed expression searching his face for a reason for his action.

"Did I tell you to do that?" he said in an unsympathetic voice while staring you down.

You froze, "No," you tried to look away, but his "Look at me," made you bring all your attention to him once again. "I go away from home for a couple months, and you start becoming disobedient just because we have been slacking off a little while on the phone?" he said and cocked a brow, awaiting your defense.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just-" you tried, your voice giving in a bit.

"Did our sessions really make you so desperate that you're now grinding on my leg without instructions while we're just making out?" his voice deepening with every word as he thought about how you had become more and more comfortable with expressing your desires over the past couple of months. It was honestly a huge turn-on to see you like this, so desperate. He loved it more than you knew.

However, seeing you acting all shy about it was also a lot of fun, and teasing you about it like this made it all even better. Now you were both shy and desperate, he couldn't get enough of it.

"Don't you want to be a good slut for me?" he asked, fake innocence lacing his dark voice.

"I do!" you said a bit too loud for your own self-respect to stay fully intact, it didn't matter though, because he smiled at your eager response and kissed your surprised face. He let his lips fall onto yours, both glossy and plump from the previous kisses.

This time, his kisses were softer, more tender. Giving you the opportunity to pull yourself together enough for you to find some sort of coherent thought in your fuzzy brain. "I missed you," you breathed out in between the kisses.

"Oh baby, I missed you too, I missed you so so much," you felt yourself melt into him as the sweet tone of his voice came back for just a moment as he told you this.

He slipped his hands onto your waist, pulling you away from the door and leading you back into the living room. Still kissing you, tentatively and affectionately until you felt a cold and hard surface hit your ass. Lifting yourself up a bit, you managed to put yourself on the table behind you. You were sitting on the dining-room table in the middle of the open area of your living room. But where you were didn't really matter right then.

Your mind was so completely focused on how Seonghwas lips traced the skin on your neck with small kisses and how his hands had begun making their way underneath your shirt. You felt his hands making their way up your torso until they found your breasts. He brushed his fingers over your nipples and you quivered.

His hands felt right at home on your skin, slightly pressing down on your nipples with two fingers and letting the other sneak back to your lower back, pulling you closer to his body as he made his way up to your moaning lips again.

He pulled back and before he could even ask you burst out "Please take it all off." And he followed your orders, smiling when he got back to your lips after having slid off your shirt and sweats, leaving you in just your underwear on the cold surface of the table.

"So pretty," he whispered into your ear while he let his hand drop to your thigh, dragging his fingers over your skin, just beside the fabric of your panties, but not so close that you got any of the satisfaction of actually feeling him on your sensitive and throbbing pussy.

"If you want something, you need to ask for it," he amused, feeling you shift underneath him in search of friction.

"Touch me, everywhere, I'll do whatever you want, just please touch me!" you wanted to cry, so horny that all your inhibitions were going out the window the moment he let his fingers slide over your clothed cunt. You moaned, earning a "Such a good little one you are," from Seonghwa before he let your moans become muffled by his lips pressing into yours.

You kissed back with such passion that you heard him let out a groan himself. The moans from his fingers rubbing down onto your clit, your panties soaking from the close contact with your dripping pussy, you didn't even notice how wild it all drove him until you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt the bulge, stretching underneath the restraint of his clothes.

"Just a bit more," you pleaded into the kiss. Feeling increasingly needy himself, Seonghwa did as you had asked, rubbing in circular motions on your clit, a bit faster, a bit harder, while he used the other hand to press you against his chest. Your breasts pressed up against his chest, the kiss continuing to swallow your moans that were becoming more fervent with every second until you felt your orgasm approaching. You were so close, you were almost screaming. pressing yourself so impossibly close to Seonghwa while your legs began to shake a bit around his waist.

With one last harsh movement of his fingers, you came, clenching around nothing, screaming a silent moan into his mouth. He continued to move his fingers, slowly, on your still clothed clit until you had come back down to earth again.

You were still out of breath, kissing him sloppily while you calmed yourself down more.

"I missed you," you confess again, pulling back from his lips to look into his eyes. They had been dark and hungry, but your words made them look at you in another way, a softer way, almost apologetic you thought. Or maybe it's just what you wanted them to say, you wanted him to say that being away from you had been a mistake and that he was sorry and wanted to come home. But you knew you couldn't expect that, because it hadn't actually been a mistake, taking this opportunity was good for his career and a little time apart right now was the sacrifice you both had decided was worth it for him to be able to reach his goals.

An apology wasn't what you wanted in the end, you just wanted him to stay this time. Asking him to do that was not an option however, you couldn't put that decision on him, making him choose to do as you asked or do what he needed to. You knew it wasn't an option.

Instead of waiting for an answer from him, you grabbed him by the neck, pulling him towards you for a kiss. Once again, the kiss was soft and tender, but it became more ferocious as you pulled him closer by the neck and then the waist, feeling his still stiff and untouched cock pressing against you. You wouldn't ask, but you would show him how much you needed him. Because right now he was here and you wouldn't ask for more.

"Can I ride you?" you ask while kissing his neck down to his collar bone and up again, leaving dark marks over his skin from your moments of stopping and sucking on small spots all over his skin.

"My baby wants to ride me?" he growled out while you sucked on a particularly sensitive spot below his ear. When you let go of his skin, stopping to drag your thumb over the faint purple color where your mouth had been, Seonghwa took the opportunity and lifted you up, your legs wrapped tightly around him for support. You moaned feeling the friction of his movements on your still sensitive clit.

He groaned at the way you moaned and ground down on him. "Being all greedy and already so desperate for me, perfect in every way aren't you.” He said as he let you down on the couch that you only now realized had been just a couple steps away from the table where you had ended up at first. "If you want me to fuck you, you need to take those off," he mentioned and nodded down towards the one article of clothing you had left on your body. You didn't hesitate to throw it off of you and into some corner of the room.

However, removing your own clothing meant that you almost missed seeing him undress. But just almost, because you couldn't help but catch yourself gawking at him as he finished pulling down his zipper and reaching for the edges of his pants. And you most definitely didn't miss when he finally pulled them down, a small gasp of excitement leaving your lips when you saw his dick being uncovered by the fabrics of his underwear, standing erect and looking just as deliciously good as you remembered.

You licked your lips unknowingly at the sight and shifted on your seat when you noticed him twitching and leaking as he watched your reaction to his cock.

"So so needy... My sweet angel, so cock-hungry just for me," he said, breaking the trance you had been put in by the thought of him inside of you, stretching you out, filling you up. You really were hungry for his cock and you had no inhibitions keeping you from showing him just how much you wanted him left.

"Please, let me ride your cock," you pleaded, sounding more desperate than you thought you would, but not caring one bit when he smiled at your request.

He sat down on the couch next to you and helped you shift yourself on top of him. "So beautiful," he murmured as you bent down to kiss him while reaching down to align yourself with the tip of his eager cock. Not being able to contain yourself any longer, you didn't wait for him to tell you to move, you just began sliding down his shaft yourself.

Once you had taken all of him in, sitting firmly in his lap, pulling at his hair that was tangled in your fists, you let a sigh of relief out from somewhere deep within you. Nothing could compare to the way he completely filled you up, how you could feel him pulsate through your walls while your pussy gripped tightly around him. And absolutely nothing could top the way his moans sounded in person. Every whimper, every hitched breath, due to you clenching down on his cock, made a new wave of desire seek its way through your body. 

"Move," Seonghwa ordered, not being able to handle your pulsating walls around him without you moving for a second longer. At the demand, you lifted yourself up a bit, moaning at the feeling of him moving inside of you, and dropping yourself down onto him again. Both of you let out sounds of pleasure at the sound of your pussy squelching every time you went up or down on his cock and the simple feeling of having each other so close - so real compared to the video images you had survived on for months.

Your mind was blank, you rambled on and on about absolutely nothing. Moans mixed with “please” and “more” came out in a blur. Seongwha pulled you in by the neck, kissing you with such passion that you felt your high approach with the speed of lightning. It hit you before you knew it and you screamed a silent scream into his mouth as you pressed your chest into his and continued to grind close to his body, no longer able to find the energy to lift your body up.

Seongwha continues to kiss you, rubbing your thigh with one hand and running the other one up and down your back in a soothing motion. However, you could feel him inside of you, pulsating and twitching.

It doesn't take long before he has reached his limit, grabbing your hips in a firm grip and lifting you up by himself, and letting you drop down again. His steady grip digging into your skin combined with the low growls and sweet moans coming from him every time you took him in turned you on yet again.

With the absolute last of your strength, you help him, making it easier for him to lift you, and pushing down harder onto him when he let you fall down onto his stiff cock. You're a moaning mess yourself, and when he hisses out "God, you sound so hot," you can't help but feel your orgasm build up once again. It's even more intense than the first two times and the overstimulation combined with the increasingly aggressive thrust that hits just the right spot every time makes you crash into a wave of pleasure.

You're shaking from the stimulation, still moaning and letting out obscene noises as Seonghwa continues to push into you, holding you steady with all of his strength as you're about to let go of every muscle in your body and drift away. He can feel your pussy clenching uncontrollably around him as your orgasm continues to fill your mind and body. Your walls squeezing him so tightly pushed him past his utmost limit and he groans loudly into your ear as he comes inside of you, your cum combining with his and leaking out of your overfilling cunt and running down onto his lap.

You both stay like that, cum spilling out of you, breaths heavy and quick at the same time, your pussy continuing to clench around his sensitive cock, and small moans leaving both of you every time either of you shifts while you come down from your highs.

Even after you regain some ability to form coherent thoughts you don't move. Instead, you let yourself rest against his shoulder, taking in the scent of his perfume that you had missed so much and basking in the sensation of his hands moving slowly across your naked skin. Now that you had him back in your arms you really didn't want him to leave.

The thought of having to let him go like you had before, even if it was the logical thing to do, made your heart ache. And the thought of how he would be forced to respond if you asked him to stay almost broke you, and without realizing it, you had begun silently crying. Your tears fell down onto Seonghwas bare shoulders, making him snap out of the state he had been in after his own orgasm.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you in pain or did something not feel right?" he asked while trying to shift you both so that he could look at you properly. His entire face was filled with worry, his eyes searching yours for answers you couldn't yet articulate.

"I'm okay, I promise you didn't do anything wrong, I'm just... Please stay." you let out in between your sobs. "Just for a bit, I want a little more time with you right here."

"I'm not going anywhere." Seonghwa comforted you, letting you fall down into his chest and letting you cry. You knew he was just saying that to calm you down. It wasn't like he was leaving you, he wasn't lying in that way, but he wasn't being truthful. He was leaving, he was going somewhere, you both knew he had to. But thinking about how he could know that and still try and get you to believe that you could somehow stay just like this forever just made you cry harder, letting your sobs take over the silence as you clung to his body.

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

You woke up hearing the clanking of pans and plates from the kitchen. While pushing yourself out of bed after feeling your stomach scream after something to eat. The godlike smells coming from downstairs drove you to get up even though your entire body felt sore.

You were all cleaned up, and you smiled when you realized that he had put you in one of his own oversized t-shirts that hugged your body with the warm scent of his perfume.

"Good evening sweetie," Seonghwa chimed when he saw you entering the kitchen.

"Good evening to you too," you said and smiled broadly back at him, but continued, intrigued by the food simmering on the stove. "What are we cooking today?"

"Just pasta, but I made a tomato sauce from scratch if you're wondering why it just looks like crushed tomatoes so far," he grinned at your curious face as you bent down to smell the soon-to-be sauce puttering away in the pan.

"Smells incredible! I'm so hungry right now and omfg pasta is just perfect," you beamed over at him, receiving a wide smile back from him as he chuckled at you.

Scrunching your forehead a bit, you ask "What?" partially wondering what he found amusing and also just wanting to hear him speak more.

"Nothing really, I'm just glad to be back home."

You watched as he continued chopping some more basil and all the emotions you had felt earlier came crashing into your consciousness once again. This wasn't the time to bring anything up though. Pushing away the heavy weight of knowing you wouldn't have him like this for a while made you force a smile onto your lips and just go over to him, hugging him from the back and resting your head on his steady frame.

"Welcome home then," you said quietly, so as to not let the devastating sadness in your words slip out. Of course, you had been on board originally, but your feelings had changed surrounding your situation. Long distance wasn't something you felt like you could put up with for much longer. Missing him in this way and getting only weekends from time to time like this would never feel like enough. You needed him in your life all the time, you wanted him there - without any distance.

The entire dinner had been spent talking about everything you two had missed about each other, sickly sweet words spilling out of both of you, giggles and flirty glances filling up the silence when you both ate. It wasn't until you were both done eating and you asked him when his flight would be leaving that he looked at you in complete shock. Why he would look at you in that way was a conundrum to you.

"My flight?" he questioned.

"Yes... you know the airplane that will take you back to where you need to be for work?" you articulated, looking at him as if maybe he just had a momentary slip of reality and that your explanation would snap him out of it.

But he didn't snap out of anything, questioning once more "What are you talking about? I don't have a flight booked to take me anywhere. I thought I told you I wasn't going anywhere."

Now it was your time to look at him in complete shock.

"Are you trying to tell me that you're home home? Like home for real? You're not leaving for work again?"

Seonghwa only chuckled at your questions, "You welcomed me home just a little while ago? I thought you knew," he said and gave you a look of wonder as you still hadn't truly comprehended what he was saying.

"I thought you were just talking about like this temporary home situation and that you were, I don't know, not going anywhere in the metaphorical sense or something," you tried to explain yourself, groaning at how strange it sounded now.

"I'm sorry baby, I really should've told you that I was coming home for real, but that kinda would've ruined the surprise, and then I thought you had understood when you began crying so hard earlier and also when you hugged me before and I just, I didn't think you thought that," he looked at you with an expression that told you just how apologetic he felt about the whole thing now.

"I'm just so sorry, but I can tell you that the moving truck with the rest of my stuff is coming here tomorrow, and I promise that it's not a metaphorical truck, and I truly am not going anywhere this time." he rambled on.

But honestly, you were barely listening, "You're home," was all you could say and think in response. Grinning from ear to ear when the words finally settled in your brain.

"Yeah, I'm home."

You hopped over to him, bending down as you grabbed his face in your hands and showered him with kisses all over his face. His giggles filled up the entire room and you didn't stop until he grabbed your waist and looked up at you from when he was sitting, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the lamps over you, his smile mirroring yours, and pulling you down by the neck to give you a kiss as you let the feeling of him being there settle and push away all the worries you had ever felt in the past couple of months. Because he was staying, and that was all you needed.

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

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[tanzaniiite]

can i request the trend of tiktok “the faster you get to me the more kisses you get!” with tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto and hinata? 🥺👉👈

“THE FASTER YOU GET TO ME, THE MORE KISSES YOU GET” TREND

w/ tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto, hinata & iwaizumi

requests: OPEN

warnings: talk of pee and poop in iwaizumi’s

a/n: of course you can! thanks for the request! 💓 (also the trend is used more as a prompt than it is as the main focus whoops 🤡)

i added iwaizumi bc he was requested in another ask so i just merged the two. my character limit is still four max!

who gave him the right 🥵

the salt lick himself

this dude is annoyingggg

you already knew what his reaction was gonna be,, so why bother?

welll you just wanted to be like all the other tiktok girls 👉🏽👈🏽

you wait until you see tsukki and yama walking out of the club room and towards you

you’re bracing yourself for the embarrassment

“babe! the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

no shit, he stops in his tracks. yama’s just looking at him like ‘what you finna do?’

you know what he does? turns around and starts walking in THE OTHER DIRECTION

you are… baffled

when finally catch up to him, you’re pouting

“dude, what the hell?”

he glances at you, then flicks your forehead dummy hard

you’re triggered, “did you just flick me?”

this snarky mf is now laughing at you

btw yamaguchi is very uncomfortable rn

tsukishima the leans down, bean pole headass, and kisses your forehead

“sorry i don’t do dumb tik tok trends”

“it’s not dumb! you just didn’t want to kiss me”

he looks at you with an unimpressed look, as if saying, ‘we both know that’s not true’

alas you’re still pouting

yama: “haha this is me, see you guys tmmr” *leaves in awkward*

tsukishima knows your not gonna stop acting like a baby until he gives you what you want

he sighs, walks a couple feet away from you, pulls out his phone and starts recording

“say the thing”

“huh?”

“the trend thing. say it”

your eyes light up so much and tsukki smiles a bit

he’s so soft for you uwu

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

because he’s a tall boi, it only takes him a few steps to get to you but when he does, he kisses you hard

like damn, okay sir

when he pulls away you’re flustered asf, he chuckles and stops recording

“happy?”

this poor boy wouldn’t know a tiktok trend if it punched him the face

i hate to say it, but he’s a boomer 😔🤘🏽 just like dadchi

he’s at your house picking you up for a date and your sibling is bombarding him with questions

when you come out, akaashi is like ‘oh thank goodness’

you smile at him, then wack your sibling in their side

“stop bothering him you weirdo!”

“what we’re just having a nice lil chat”

you shake your head and start to walk away but your sibling is holding akaashi back, giving him the typical ‘you hurt her, i kill you’ speech

now you know your boyfriend is great when he’s under pressure but.. this is new territory for him

you remember a trend that you saw a while back and decide to do it now

you know keiji wants your family to like him, so he’ll be conflicted between going to you or staying and listening to your siblings speech

it’s perfect really

so you pull out your phone and start recording

“baby! the faster you get to me, the sooner we can go on our date and the more kisses you’ll get”

my guy just blinks, “it is getting late..”. plus he’s not opposed to the kissing part so he starts to walk towards you

“hey! i’m not done talking to you”

‘that’s true, it would be rude of me to walk away mid conversation… if you could even call it that’ he thinks

you laugh slightly, you can practically see the gears spinning in his head

“keiji come on we don’t have all day”

“don’t you walk away from me”

akaashi sighs loudly. the longer he spends talking to your sibling the less time he has with you. if he walks away, he’s at risk of your sibling hating him. he’s stumped.

suddenly he turns to your sibling, “sorry l/n, we can continue this discussion later. y/n and i have a date that’s very time sensitive. i apologize”

he then walks to you and grabs your hand before walking off

“y’know my crackhead sibling was just mess with you right? you could’ve just walked away”

“i figured, but that’s still rude”

ugh we stan boy who has manners

“so.. um, may i get a kiss now?”

omg he’s so cute i love him 🥺

you grin and pepper his face with a bunch of kisses, making him blush slightly

tbh you don’t even need to ask, this dude is infatuated w/ you

he’ll run to you any day of the week

but what had happened was.. y’all were on a date and bokuto went to go get ice cream

but that was like 15 mins ago and you’re just sitting on the park bench looking like a fool

and ngl you were a little worried bc bokuto is so easy to distract you’re thinking he fell into a pond or something

so you go to look for him and tbh it doesn’t take long cause cmon,, it’s bokuto

he be loud asf

n e ways, there he is in all his glory playing with a German Shepard who looked like it was trying so hard not to bite him

the owner looked nervous asf but was probably too nervous to say something social anixety be like that

bokuto spots you and waves at you frantically

“hey babe! look at this dog! it’s so cute!”

ugh bless him

you send the owner an apologetic look and turn back to bokuto

“it is cute but i think you’re aggravating it.. i don’t want you to get bitten. let’s go”

“it won’t bite me!” *to dog* “right? you’re too good to bite me, yes you are, yes you are”

*inhales* this stubborn kid, so now you got to think of a new tactic

you suddenly remember that bokuto is affectionate x1 mil

he would never miss a chance to be smothered in love

this was as good a time as any to do this trend and save your bf in the process :))

you whip out your phone, “hey baby? the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get”

when i tell you his head SWIVELED

the dude is an owl confirmed 🙌🏽

literally almost trips trying to get to you, now he’s looking at you like an excited puppy ready for pats

the owner gives you thankful look and leaves

bokuto is still staring at you, waiting for his smooches

so you deliver 😌 you grab his face and kiss all around and place a final kiss on his lips

bokuto looks so happy, like he’s smiling so wide rn

all hail tiktok it rly be saving your stupid boyfriend

my bby 🥺

he loves you so so so so much

hinata will do anything for you yes anything

and the feeling is mutual, but sometimes you cannot comprehend what goes on in that mind if his

like,, you could not, for the life of you, understand why he ran into MOVING TRAFFIC

let me tell you what happened

so you were shopping with your friends (and just to clarify y’all were a strip where there’s a bunch of stores on each block)

you guys were just casual walking and then your friend pointed out that it sounded like someone was calling your name

you looked around and there was your orange fuzzy bouncing up and down on the other side of the street

“BABY! BABE! Y/N! LOOK!”

too cute i swear

you smiled and waved, “hi baby!”

“wait until i get across this street imma kiss you so hard!”

cue your friends gagging

you giggle and decide to reference a tiktok cause why not?

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you can get!”

b-but he thought you were serious

so yes he ran into the middle of a busy street

you are traumatized, paralyzed with fear if you will, you thought your boyfriend was going to die right in front of you

when he finally reached you, you scolded him mother hen mode activated

“why the hell would you do that hinata?!”

uh oh, you used his last name.. not good

“but you said–”

“i was joking!”

oh. now he’s embarrassed and sad bc you’re mad at him

at least he thought you were until you grabbed him and hugged him tightly, “don’t ever do any dumb shit like that again, okay? you scared me”

“i won’t,, but since i did risk my life, can i get a kiss?”

“NO.”

i feel like y’all have a relationship where you guys can be mean(?) to each other w/o getting offended

so you guys are at your house watching Netflix together and he suddenly gets up and leaves your room

“where are you going?”

“gotta piss”

istg i hate the word “piss” but IK he says that instead of “pee”

n e ways you resume watching the show but your bf’s been gone for like 10 mins

you go to the bathroom and knock on the door, “hey, you good in there? it doesn’t take 10 minutes to pee”

you hear him groan, “fuck off”

and then,, it all clicks, “are you constipated?!”

“FUCK OFF”

now you’re laughing your ass of bc what the fuck

“don’t clog my toilet nasty”

“y/n i swear to god if you don’t leave me alone–”

“what? are you gonna fling your doo doo on me?”

you finally stop teasing him and go back to your room

you send him a text, ‘still constipated? 💩’

‘breaking up w/ you is looking mighty tempting rn 🥴’

‘rude 🤧 but hey, the faster you poop, the more kisses you get’

this dude left you on read

and didn’t return until 20 mins later

“damn i know my bathroom stinks now”

“shut up and give me my kisses”

you raise an eyebrow, “i– you took 20 mins”

“okay.. did you want me to get up mid shit and come to you?”

you don’t why but that shit had you cackling, you reach up and pull him close to you

you give him a couple of pecks and a deep kiss

aww he’s smiling 🥺

“i love you my lil doo doo machine”

he pushed you off your bed

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[bakubub]

Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

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"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Find part 3 HERE

[roqueamadi]

Planning for a LotR Regency AU (Boromir/OFC)

I'm not going to tag this because it's going to make me look completely insane, but I thought @scyllas-revenge and @trenko-heart you guys might be interested... I have spent way too much time on this (ngl it was fun though xD )

The challenge: How to convert the LotR characters into Jane Austen-style regency characters? I've watched the entire Ellie Dashwood YouTube series to try to ensure I correctly understand how titles and lineages work. Here were my problems and the ways I've decided to tackle them as I plan this fic - some of this may change once I actually start writing, but this is my thought process!

Problem 1: In the regency, people (ie peers/gentry) didn't refer to others by their first names. I had to choose between either: ignoring this historical fact and letting my characters use other characters' first names; making their 'known names' into their titles (eg Lord Boromir is the 'Duke of Boromir'); or, assigning them surnames and having characters refer to each other by names unfamiliar to readers.

I decided to go with the last option which is more historically accurate, principally because if I tried the second option, I would still run into trouble with siblings and parent-children relationships (Faramir is the brother of the Duke of Boromir?? No) - therefore, I'll need to accept that it might be hard for readers to follow who is who in this fic, at first. Eg (as explained below) most other characters will call Boromir 'Lord Ithilien', 'the Lord of Ithilien' or 'Coloniel Hurin'. And to be honest, now that I've stared at this for a few hours I'm actually starting to not mind it that much. I also think it feels more 'Jane Austen-y' for characters to have lots of confusing titles :p However, I think I'll at least let my protagonist 'think of people' by their first names in the narrative, which will assist with clarity.

Problem 2: Most of the characters don't have last names.

Problem 1 leads to this. My answer: I made them up. I tried to pick names from their lineage or alternative names that sounded right. For Denethor's line, I picked 'Hurin'; Aragorn's = 'Telcontar'; Elrond's = 'Peredhel'; Theoden's = 'Eorl' and Eomer+Eowyn's = 'Steelsheen'. I also gave Sauron a first name ('Mairon') and picked a random surname for my protag Cin ('Eradan').

Problem 3: It's extremely unlikely a Steward would be ruling in place of a King.

The more likely scenario (as seen in the regency period itself) is that a Prince Regent rules in place of a King because of illness, absence or minority. I decided to go with the latter - so my idea is that Aragorn's parents died when he was not yet of age and so a Prince Regent took over. This would most likely be his closest living relative - so I decided to make Denethor related to him (I've ended up making Denethor Aragorn's first cousin once removed - any closer and Aragorn would share a surname with Boromir and Faramir, which I didn't want).

Problem 4: Leading on from problem 3... I don't want Boromir to be too closely related to my protag Cin (for obvious reasons!)

I was originally going to make her Aragorn's younger sister, but that would make her and Boromir second cousins. That's a bit too close! So I made her Aragorn's first cousin on his mother's side - so Cin and Boromir are both cousins to Aragorn but have no blood connection to each other. Whew!

Problem 5: I wanted to somehow convert the main conflict of Sauron versus the West into the 'Jane Austen' realm - ie the 'battles' occur mostly during conversations.

I decided to include a plot point like this: Denethor has done something to disgrace himself and get kicked out of the role of Prince Regent (this feeds into Boromir's feelings of inadequacy regarding his line). The next closest relative steps into the role - Sauron! Oh no! This will be the main world conflict of the fic and is the prompt for Aragorn, who is now of age, to return and take up his role, and save his people from the ravages of this unqualified leader. I squeezed Sauron into the family tree as Aragorn's first cousin twice removed.

Problem 6: But, I still want some battles, if not 'on screen' then at least referenced.

This is straight from Sharpe, but my idea is that there is a war going on and many peers' sons have commissions in the Army. Boromir is a Colonel (the highest rank you could purchase), Faramir is a Major (because there's no way in hell Denethor would fork out for a higher rank than that), Theodred was also a Major before he died, Eomer and Legolas are both Captains. And they all go off to fight together, mainly so that Boromir can get injured and give us the opportunity for some h/c xD

Problem 7: So, what happened to Aragorn (and Cin) after his parents died, then? How come Sauron is able to step in and take over?

Sticking reasonably closely to the canon storyline, I decided to make it that Elrond (ALSO a distant relation of Aragorn - second cousin once removed, making Arwen Aragorn's third cousin, which is far enough removed to be okay, I think) stepped in to take care of Aragorn. My idea is that his parents were killed in the same 'accident' as Cin's, so Elrond takes both in as wards. He hides them from society in order to protect them both.

Problem 8: If Aragorn is the Prince, Denethor must be a sufficiently senior peer in order to hold the Prince Regent position (for a time, at least) - even though in Jane Austen most characters are not this senior in rank.

I mean, there's Lady Catherine de Bourgh and a few other mentions of Knights and Earls, etc. But I'm okay with adding peerage titles into this fic because it's fun and I think it fits - the various families must be sufficiently senior otherwise it's not realistic that they're all hanging out together. So I've made Denethor a Duke, which is the most senior rank in the peerage without being actually royal (I went with 'Duke of Osgiliath'). Dukes normally have secondary titles which they lend to their son and heir, so for Boromir I picked 'Earl of Ithilien' (as I mentioned above). I made Elrond a Marquess, and his heir Elladan a Baron, and I made Theoden a Viscount. So all those characters get to be referred to by weird titles!

So, this is becoming a crazy long post, but here's the result of my work:

I think this is going to be too small to see in one image, so I've broken it down. Here is the key and a helpful 'cousin chart', because this gets complex:

And here are the segments.

Here is the line of kings, including Aragorn and Cin (my protag) plus Sauron:

Here is Denethor's line, with our main love interest:

Here is Elrond's line - things are getting a bit awkward for anyone who really deeply knows the canon family trees, but I'm saying that Dior was the younger brother of Argonui (who was Aragorn's great grandfather):

And finally, here is Theoden's line, separate from the rest at the start of the fic, but obviously they ultimately join up in two places (Eowyn = Faramir and later Eomer = Lothiriel:

So that's it. Let me know what you think guys, I had fun thinking through all this. Now I just need to actually write it :p

[notnctu]

Hi! can i please request a drabble with 3, 51, and 63 friends to lovers smut + johnny 💚

here you are, cutie! thank you for requesting! you can read it under the cut!! 

-author doie ❀

p.s. soft reminder to everyone that requests are now closed.

johnny x fem!reader prompt #3 & #51 & #63 - “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!” & “Tell me this when you’re sober.” & “You’re staring again.” genre - smut (bro this one is lwk hot ngl lol johnny has a big dick i know it)

someway and somehow, you always end up in johnny’s room drinking cheap alcohol on his floor with butterflies that fill your stomach. without a doubt in your mind, johnny has always been kind to you.

he’s the first friend you made in college that actually stuck after orientation. and now that you two are going into your last year, you wonder if your feelings will finally muster the courage to reveal themselves to him.

your small crush was suppose to stay small, but you fell for his actions all too easily. he’s just... not hard to fall for. johnny suh is the epitome of confident attractiveness, yet down to earth and overall, a nice guy.

“you’re staring again.” he pinches your nose cutely, his award winning smile is all too beautiful to not stare. it has to be the hundredth time he’s caught you drooling over him, but you can’t help your mindless dazes that wander to the most attractive person in the room.

you scoff at him, rolling your eyes to the ceiling. the liquid courage allows you to loosen up nicely, “isn’t it obvious? i’m in love with you!” it sounds more of a playful joke, banter that you two always exchange back and forth. but you genuinely meant it and said it to test the waters.

“it’s actually not obvious at all.” he toys back with resting face of neutrality. what’s going on inside his head? and you crawl towards him to sit by his side, you throw your legs to rest over his and he holds them securely in placed.

“what would i have to do to make it obvious? i literally just announced that i’m in love with you, johnny suh!” your breath pants at his lower lip, and you’re much closer than usual. johnny takes moment to analyze the situation, his eyes dart between your half-lidded ones and your pout.

“tell me this when you’re sober.” he pats your head as a friendly gesture, but you’re not having it. this proximity makes you realize how touched starved you are, and how badly you wanted him to be the one to feed it.

“i’m not drunk, you know this. i only had baby sips of my drink and i’d be much more belligerent if i was drunk.” you’re telling the truth, you only drank enough to ease any awkwardness and to play it off as a simple drunk mistake. but you needed him, your aching pussy wanted him too badly to brush this off as a mishap.

“so you are actually in love with me?” quizzical question. was he testing you to make sure? nonetheless, you’re highly alert and ready to tackle anything he gives you.

“i am.” you wrap your arms around his neck, and god he looks so sexy under the dim colorful lighting. the truth is out, but a part of you doesn’t really care whether or not he reciprocates it. it’s almost as if a weight is lifted from your shoulders.

“show me how much you love me.” he demands, sending a shiver down your spine. your widen eyes cause him to laugh, noting how cute your shocked reactions always are.

but you lean forward, lips crashing and swimming in each other’s saliva. wet and hot, johnny kisses as if he’s about to devour you.

his hands travel up to your neck, wrapping it gently and applying enough pressure to create a puddle in your panties. you moan through the kiss, but he breaks it.

“are you sure about this?” he asks for your consent once more, hands gripping the ends of your shirt.

“i’ve never been so sure of anything else in my life.” johnny likes what he hears, in fact, so much that he pulls you in by your shirt to give you one more lasting kiss.

you both hurry out of your clothes, and he stands fully naked in front of you. for once, you’re actually speechless at someone’s size. you watch as he rolls on the condom. his big erect dick hits right at his bellybutton, an impressive girth and mouthwatering length.

you’re slightly intimidated but excited nonetheless. he pushes you against the wall with your back facing him. giving you a nice smack on the ass, he teases your wet hole with his tip.

“i finally understand why you always look at me with your pretty daydream eyes.” he eases in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his impeccable thickness and length. there is no way he is going to fit all the way, but you want him to try regardless.

“you’re in love with me.” he repeats the unfathomable proclamation and you’re waiting for him to move. but the tension in the room is enough suspense when he says, “and it would be a lie for me to say that i didn’t have some feelings for you too.”

he pulls out, “because i like you, y/n.” then slams back in and your body falls weak under his massive cock. you reach around to press his pelvis into your ass more, your hand now resting on his hip.

“is that why you..—“ a moan escapes from your throat mid sentence and johnny smirks. he keeps a steady pace, each thrust has your body jolting up against the wall. “—you always catch me staring?”

you gulp, the taste of perfection right on the tip of your tongue. johnny grunts when he bottoms out, his dick practically reaching your gut and you scream out from the pleasure. he bends your arm on your back and reaches around to hold your boob. the arch in your back allows him to keep hitting at the addicting angle.

“yeah, because i’m also staring back at you.” and he picks up his pace, ramming into you until your pussy feels raw and ripped. “you take me so well, baby.”

he leans in to kiss the shell of your ear, “can’t wait for you to cum all over my cock.” and the moans slip from you as if there isn’t any idea how to stop them.

and the stretch from his girth, his length hitting your sweet spot over and over again, his toned abs can be felt at your finger tips. all of it has your knees bucking and your climax hitting you without a warning.

johnny loves the feeling of your walls around him, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches your pussy take all of him in. “good baby.” he says lastly as he releases into the rubber, his monster hold on your forearm and tit. johnny sounds beautiful, grunts and moans that you’ll want to hear on loop.

he pulls out and releases your arm. and the soreness from the prolonged position hits you, along with the lost ability to stand properly. johnny laughs as he quickly has you in his arms.

“we’ll talk about this in the morning?” you ask shyly, but he kisses you again. this time is more tender and soft.

“no need. i’ve already made my decision, i want to be with you.” and your heart pounds tenfold. it’s obvious, you’re in love with him.

[bouvillea]

G25 Part 2 Essay, Very Dense

There is very little I will say as a preamble besides that Part 2 was a very powerful conclusion to an extremely climatic arc. That being said, spoilers below and my Part 1 essay can be found here.

I will start by saying that although I am quite satisfied with this ending I wish things could have ended differently. This is the first time we were given antagonists who were actual individuals we had to overcome. And in doing so, we were faced with people who had powerful reasons and motivations to sacrifice for. That is something I will come back to later so—

In a broad overview of the plot of Part 2, we were given an uplifting reunion with Talvish, who claims that his decisions and choices were made with the Milletian’s best interests in mind. And it’s nice* to work together after so long, to finally have him fulfill the promise of being with the Milletian at the very end. There is a sweet moment where the roles are reversed and the Milletian asks him if he is alright. Instead of being asked to trust him, he wholeheartedly puts his trust in the Milletian.

*if you know me even just a little, you know I simp hard for this man and let me tell you I went from “I will be the first one to punch him” to “please don’t go” in a matter of minutes

And then, when everything is rewound and the Milletian is able to protect their friends and prevent the worst possible ending, all the Good Guys have a Good Time. This is of course, glossing over the fact that Deirbhile sacrificed herself, Tani dying with a finality that Milletians shouldn’t have, Piran falling apart, Treasure Hunter breaking down, and Marleid conflicted over what to do with her extremely Problematic Childhood Friend.

We still got to have a good time! We got to revel with our friends! Speak with everyone and catch up and talk and chat and eat and—

It was nice but I am very bitter because those good times only emphasized how different it ended for Cethlenn and Vayne.

If Part 1 was about trauma, Part 2 was about breaking out of predestiny and walking a different path that was set before you. This comes quite literally when Talvish appears and rewinds time* to save the Milletian from the future he saw. He (and later, Hymerark) reveals to us something that touches the fourth wall:

*not sure why I was so surprised that he could manipulate time in such a way when the Milletian’s first meeting with him was through time. Maybe I just thought it was through the Milletian’s powers that they managed to communicate but clearly Talvish’s powers were doing something.         Oh dang it makes sense why he isolated himself in a desert for centuries now…because he can’t affect time that he has been personally involved in

The ability to redo main storyline missions when we fail them is quite literally the Milletian, breaking the flow of time to try again until we succeed. Due to the nature of altering timelines, those uninvolved with the messing of time don’t remember all the previous attempts. Later, it is revealed that all our redoes and failures have a negative impact on Erinn; it increases the entropy in the world as different realities are created and then stopped. Tani is a result of that.

It is further revealed that Vayne⁠—or I should say now, Beimnech, is a singularity who experiences all these timelines and realities. He must return to Mag Tuireadh whenever the flow of time breaks because it is the role he has been forced into by Hymerark. He is the counterpoint for Talvish. The two are diametrically opposed, canonical foils with mirroring ideals and views of the world. Beimnech mentions during Eternal Dreams that he has seen Milletians fail to convince Talvish* to change his mind about the world, or fail to garner enough faith in their friends. In the current timeline, Talvish is enlightened by the Milletian and so takes control of his fate and chooses to rewind time instead of having it cut off and restart.

*It is implied that Talvish also experiences the different timelines over and over again, but he forgets it the moment the timeline is replaced with a new one. Alternatively, Beimnech is also taken out of time and space whenever the flow is broken, so the cycles are even more unbearable because he is forced to witness them as an outsider.

Beimnech did not have the liberty of meeting the Milletian before he met Hymerark. Unlike Talvish, he could not surround himself with equal companions and could not hope for a life where he was not just fulfilling a role to balance the world. The only way he could have some control over his own fate as cycles repeated over and over again was to orchestrate his own death*. He remarked before in G24 that had he and the Milletian walked different paths, they could have been friends and not enemies. Both he and Talvish see the Milletian as a savior—as a guiding, bright light. But while Talvish burned alongside the Milletian, Beimnech burned out like dying embers** or a shadow too weak to hold up against illumination.

*maybe it’s selfish, but who can blame him when he only has himself? I seethe with the unfairness of characters that have no choice but to be the “darkness” to contrast the “light”. The “what could have been if things were different” hurts as do the inability to break free from what was laid out. I seethe, but that means the story is doing as intended and I am by no means criticizing, just empathizing (I’d highkey write something like this ngl I am a ball of angst).

**the refrain that plays when the Milletian is prompted to deal the final blow to Beimnech is called The Last of the Heat Fades/Residual Heat Fades Away.

Beimnech’s disappointment in the Milletian in Part 1 is suddenly very understandable. He had pinned all his hopes in one person and he knew they were going to fail. We even saw him return to end the Corrupted Milletian in the future that we never got to witness. He did for the Milletian what he hoped they would do to him*. And then for once, to have time rewind instead of abruptly ending? I can’t imagine…

*I chose to not stab him. Apparently that gives you more of his backstory. Regardless of the decision, when he tells you he lies for the first and last time about his death…

Something can be said about Cethlenn, too, who was “emptied out” by Fodla. His current name, Cethlenn, was given to him by Beimnech, which honestly if you know your myth and lore spawns so much food for thought*. Speaking to Cethlenn in Tech Duinn on Saturdays reveals that Beimnech gave him that name because he always wanted a right-hand man with that name. Whatever that implies to the nature of their relationship… If you have the time, please, please speak to him with all the keywords at your disposal. It’s worth it.

*another food for thought includes Sera being the one to help Piran escape and Beimnech noticing that. Beimnech being Super Old and Super Tired with so much bottled up Memories and Experience like the opposite of Talvish With a Purpose okay one day I will actually write a whole essay about their foils⁠—

Ultimately, Cethlenn is given the choice to be the watcher in the mists of Feth Fiada. He acknowledges his crimes* and so he refuses to exit (except on Samhain aka Saturday). He is openly antagonistic towards everyone except Marleid, which is understandable. He thinks he has tied Marleid down. Further conversations with him in Tech Duinn reveal that he’s pugnacious and as eager as Vayne once was to spar with the Milletian. He’s also very easy to bully. He implies that in the future, he may recover the powers he lost in his deal with Hymerark and will use those powers for the greater good so…more Cethlenn content in the future? Hopefully?

*what worried me the most at the end of G24 was that I could not see how he or Vayne could be redeemed. I would scoop them up in a heartbeat. But could my Milletian? Could the people of Erinn? Obviously not.

I know I brought up the concept of escaping predestiny and then dropped it like a hot potato so I’ll do some quick rundowns now of other examples. Enya realizing that she can have a life beyond just staying in her sanctum and caring for the Holy Flame, Piran gathering the courage to recognize his own existence is worth something,  Hymerark* realizing that there is no reason to continue to mess around with people and she can just observe. I’ve rewatched the conversation the Milletian has with Hymerark after the battle and I don’t even know where to start…Talvish remarked that she’s the closest in resemblance to Aton Cimeni’s will since she balances both freedom and chaos. Maybe these higher gods were never meant to have sentience or conscience because the moment they do, they make decisions and bam the whole world is a mess.

*the Milletian seem to do this to all the gods, huh?

My current understanding of things is that the Evil God Balor was created by Aton Cimeni as a counterpoint for Talvish, who is the Guardian, the sentinel of Erinn. Why? For Balance of course. But you can’t just create someone to be evil. Somewhere in between, Aton Cimeni stops answering and while Talvish plots machinations for the future he saw, Balor’s disdain for his role grows and eventually beefs it in a fight with Lugh at the battle of Mag Tuireadh. His body is dead, but his spirit remains, picked up by Hymerark to be the…plug stopping Noitar Arat. I imagine Hymerark also faced the same struggle that Talvish did of attempting to carry out duties imparted on them by their creator but yet new to independence and the weight of their responsibilities that now fell on their shoulders. Hymerark expresses her faint indecision of hearing the wishes of everyone. There will always be conflict in decisions.

Meanwhile, Talvish realizes that the balance has shifted in the absence of the Evil God Balor and so the events of G21 happen, where he attempts to recreate the balance with his own hands and summon something to replace Balor. While this fails, Hymerark tries to do the same again by corrupting the Milletian and making them the final obstacle to correct the unending cycle that, frankly, started because of her.

In G25 Part 1, Vayne mentions that Aton Cimeni will always have a solution. I suppose in this case, he was talking about how even if he were to disappear completely, someone will always take his place. Just like how Triona’s role was passed on to Millia, a new darkness grows. Not without repercussion, of course. Something is coming and that’s for G26.

In the final confrontation with Beimnech, he offers the Milletian a choice to either kill him now and escape, or perish together with him in the rift. He mentions that in the end, we are all forgotten anyway. I don’t think that is the case. The Milletian lives and the memories of everyone they’ve fought with lives with them. That is their burden. Not everyone can walk a righteous path. Sometimes, desperate individuals seek the wrong help and I like to think that the Milletian recognizes that it isn’t just black and white, and that they are fortunate to have found the right people. Things are just going to get rougher for the Milletian because they’re also a guardian of Erinn, which begs the question: who is the counterpoint for the Milletian? Does one even exist? Does there need to be one?

Instead of ending on such a gloom and doom note, I’ll go full circle and talk about Llywelyn again and his mentions of a sibling again? And also tea time?? 10/10 would fake date Llywelyn just for the court gossip. (LF > political intrigue comic ft. Milletian and Llywelyn dating like it’s 17th century France) Also Llywelyn being the next captain of the Elved Squad?? Tried to imagine him in Talvish’s armor and as I type this I realize they won’t do something stupid like that they’ll just change the emblem on his armor. Alright I think that’s it I’m hitting 2.3k words so—

Oh right something something the Aces go off somewhere again just as Hunter was going to say something…can we get a base for them please? So we can just visit them? So they don’t just pop in and out of the Milletian’s life? Thanks.

I’m about to get super sappy so readers, feel free to skip all of this. I’ve been playing mabi for about 11 years at this point and it has been a long ride. I didn’t start writing these rants and essays until G21 and I also started drawing in earnest about mabi around the same time with comics and fanart. I don’t participate much in the community as a whole because I am an anxiously overthinking person. It’s no surprise that I found comfort characters in mabi and so I return here again and again (not that I’ve ever really left). We’re getting a new game director after G25 and I am extremely grateful for all he has done for the game. And in the same vein, I’m thankful to all of you reading this. There’s no point in creating content when there is no audience, especially when I am as reclusive as I am. So, to my new readers: thanks for coming along. And to my old fans: thanks for sticking around. Until the next chapter!

[aloera]

The ask prompt is too long to fit into an ask TT_TT but here's the doc for it docs(.)google(.)com/document/d/1yDI7iFRhOJ8ENv_IwZAo3rDSUqj80EiJROS10RzRbj4/edit

the lengths u are going for this,,, much appreciated you're very sweet!!!

prompts + answers under the cut!!

INTRODUCTION

Name: aloera

AO3 account: aloera

Fandoms you write for: bnha

How many stories have you written so far: 19

FANFICTION PROFILE

What's your favorite fandom to write for? hmm,,, used to do pjo and eah (ever after high) and eah was fun as fuck i will say!!! i think bnha is my fav mostly bc i made the most friends in this fandom :D

What's your favorite character/person to write for? bkg and kirishima!! cannot choose do not make me <3

Fic you'd want to improve? probably what we deserve? i rushed the beginning and the confession is a bit stilted imo

Hardest fic you've written? between lion and men -_- bc there is so much canon compliant stuff i've gotta write out before i get to the divergence and its HARD

Easiest fic you've written? come home to me!!! it happened so easily,,, no second guessing no writers block just vibes <33 was lovely i miss it

What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written? also probably come home to me? its got the most interaction

first line of the first fic you've ever written and published. [not including my 2014 ffnet fics] "The bell rings, class starts, and Katsuki and Midoriya are inexplicably absent." from come home to me

Have you ever done a collab with another writer? yes!!!!! on two separate occasions and its so fucking fun i highly recommend trying it out its the best

Do you beta? if asked but honestly im a shit beta lmao

Do you like joining fic fests/exchanges? depends on what i have going on irl but in general yeah!!

FANFICTION PREFERENCES

Fluff or angst? definitely fluff

"OCs" or "Reader" inserts? reader inserts!! have been going ham on them recently

Blurbs or drabbles? blurbs!!

One thing you love about fanfiction i just. i really love slice of life romance?? and most media doesn't give you that bc its dedicated to plot and action and that's valid!! but fanfiction fills in the gap which is really nice

One thing you don't like about fanfiction most of the stuff i don't like is less about actual fanfiction and more about how people behave about it

What is/are your favorite fandom author/authors? IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

bnha: hiuythn, rae_tnub, Moniix, Ata_Lanta, wrunic, chezka, PurplePersnickety, surveycorpsejean, mahadevi, arxaris, deviance, Oceanbreeze7, MikeWritesThings, bonnia, wonhaebunny, dinosuns

voltron: hiuythn, Oceanbreeze7, DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee, arahir, dinosuns,

and honorable mention to loveclouds im not even in the haikyuu fandom i just love their fics So Much

these are just the ones off the top of my head i have so many favourites idc if i'm only supposed 2 have one!! die mad about it!!!

What is your favorite trope? secret relationship + relationship reveal til the day i die babie <3 <3

Least favorite trope? hm,,, probably just like. angst lmao i cannot stand 90% of it

A fanfiction cliché that you can't help but love? coffeeshop aus,,,, so good

Do you have a type when it comes to pairings? the otp where its like. piece of shit + himbo = love. ex. krbk, catradora, jade/beck

Favorite setting/au? hm,,, truly i cannot pick one KGKSJNHKj but i really like college aus!! and modern aus!! and roommate aus!!

Explain the meaning of your favorite line of dialogue you've written as if someone hasn't read it in context. “He doesn’t know,” Katsuki says, softly. “My timer stopped and nothing happened. He’s not mine.”

the line is from what we deserve!! it's a soulmate au where your timer counts down to the moment that you meet your soulmate!! bakugou's timer ends at USJ when he and kirishima attack kurogiri at the same time (impulsive kings <33) but kirishima's timer doesn't end until kamino because that's when he accepts himself as bakugous soulmate!! unfortunately, when bakugous timer has reached 0, he turned to see that kirishima's was still ticking and therefore believes that kirishima isn't his soulmate.

this line just,, idk. it's really sad. bakugou is such an action-driven character? if something doesn't go his way he Makes it go his way. he's got this insanely volatile quirk and he's got impeccable control of it!! but his love for kirishima isn't something that he can change and he's not going to ruin kirishima's chance of finding his own soulmate because he loves him and wants him to be happy. i really wanted to focus on how resigned he is? and how unusual that is for a character like him.

Favorite trope/genre to write? again, secret relationship with relationship reveals <33 fluff in general is my wheelhouse!!!

A trope/genre you haven't written but think would be a fun challenge? idk if this counts?? have been working on some dead dove concepts!! its super different from what i normally write so its a cool challenge

The one trope/concept you'll never touch and why probably cheating/infidelity?? it just looks,,, super difficult to write well and i don't have enough of an interest in it to try it out

Which do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics? shorter!! low attention span gang <3

Ideal length to read? 5-10k?

Ideal length to write? 4-8k!!

How long was the longest fic you've ever written? control fraek is around 28k i think?

Have you ever written an AU? yeah!! i've done restaurant au's, soulmate au's, pro hero aus, and fantasy aus (general, not the bnha fantasy ending)

What's your favorite AU trope? hm,, probably when two people in authority are in a secret relationship? ceo's/uni professors/etc etc

Have you ever written smut? yeah!! was. difficult tho

What's your comfort genre? (the one you fall on most in writing/reading) fluff,,, hurt/comfort,,, fix-it fics with happy endings <3

If you were to start writing in other fandoms, which would they be? maybe jjk?? the characters are really cool!!!! fr i might go back to my ever after high roots i love the characters and setting so Much its so fun!!! idec if no ones into it anymore!!!!!

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? i've had people say they saw the mention of buff hagakure and recognized it was me so. probably that skdjhnksjd

WRITING STYLE

How would you describe your style? i tend to use shorter sentences and pretty simple words i think? and i gravitate towards lighthearted concepts that allow for ensemble casts and humour!!

Describe your style in three words romcom but fanfic

Favorite words to use when writing? the word reverent!! fuckin love including it!!

Dialogue tags or no dialogue tags? (she said, he said, they said, etc) dialogue tags!!!

Favorite dialogue tag (other than said, if you use them) again idk if this counts but "they said softly" is unmatched

Long sentences vs short vs a mix short <33

What colors would you use to describe your writing? hm,,, depends on the fic i would say?? control fraek is dark green to me?? kinda like a forest at night yk?? scary but there's still life there. sugar cookies is yellow like early morning sunlight, when it rains is yellowy-orange like a caution sign. not gonna list all of them cause theres a lot its just. do u get it? the colours change based on the vibe of the fic.

What song or music genre would you use to describe your writing? think. i am constantly trying to emulate that moment at the end of wasteland baby when hozier goes "im in love/im in love with you."

What kind of metaphors do you rely on? religious metaphors my beloved <33 they're just so pretty!!! i also love comparing stuff to water for some reason?? like that ocean vuong quote thats like "what are you now?/water." it goes hard!!!

What's something you'd say is experimental in your writing at this time? definitely action!! i have,,, no idea how to write it so anything i do is really just me playing around and seeing what works and what doesn't

Do you prefer to write by hand or to type? i've tried both!! personally i prefer typing because it goes way faster but i will say that writing by hand lets me get words down when i'm going through writer's block

What is your preferred place to write (notebook, laptop, cellphone, etc.)? laptop!!

What app/apps do you use to write (word, notepad, etc.)? google docs skjdnkjh its fine on desktop but mobile is,,,,, disgusting

Do you keep a notebook or file/notes page in your phone/device for notes on your writing? ngl i just have everything organized in my drive?? one folder per fandom and then sub folders for ideas+hcs, unfinished wips, and finished fics. multichaps get sub sub folders so i can organize outlines and drafts

Do you listen to music to help you write? yeah!! playlists organized by fic vibe :D

Where do you usually go to write (bedroom, living room, etc.)? mostly in my bedroom??? but moving around to different stops helps too i think!!

How long does it usually take for you to write? again this depends on what i have going on irl, how attached i am to the idea, my mindset at the time, etc!! i am,, the least consistent person skjnhdkjh.

What's your favorite font to use when writing? times new roman my beloved

Other writing habits? sometimes i'll write in the dark?? bad for my eyes but for some reason it gets the words flowing

CONCEPTUALIZATION

How do you conceptualize your ideas? (See specific moments like they're a movie, writing specific lines in your head, don't know until you put the words on paper, etc.) i tend to get inspiration from movies, books, poems, or other fics!!! sometimes one line just makes me go oh,, i want to write something like that,,, and then it helps me create an idea that makes me feel the same way?? i did this with control fraek!!!! i wanted a scenario where bakugou was cold and calculating and i was like hm. to do that he’d have to be focusing on something important. and from there i was able to flesh out the rest of the idea.

Which comes first: the pairing or the plot? with krbk its always always the pairing,, i'll be sitting there like wow <33 i love them <33 what if one of them had amnesia <33 (which, yes, wip!!) otherwise it's usually the plot!! and i slot in characters that i feel make sense

Have you ever used a prompt? yeah!! used a prompt for wlw week 2020 and it was fun as hell

Do you write around the story around a specific scene you want to get to or do you start from a plot idea definitely the first!!!! i almost always write like,,, a super messy scene thats 90% dialogue, keep it in my head, and then write the entire fic around that one moment

Do you find that you include a projection of some part of yourself in the way you write a character? a lot of the time when i write love confessions or love in general i'll have one of the characters think or say that the other person makes their head quiet? and it's because that's what i feel whenever i'm in love?? a quiet mind. i project on characters yeah but i think most of the projection actually goes to the way that i write love

Do you research some of the things you write deeply, partially and kind of wing the rest, or play entirely by ear (in this case, go with whatever base knowledge of the subject you have)? most of the time if i do research it'll be about the setting (ex. the izakaya in to have and to hold) or if i'm having the characters interact with an object that they like. need to know how to use (me, in control fraek: google. hey google. does someone die if they get shot in the foot??? no???? awesome thank u <3)

Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it? lmaoo yeah all the time i'll find like 500-2k words of concepts in my gdocs like i do. not remember this at all

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? probably krbk secret relationship lmao

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out better than expected? yeah!! i fully thought the action in control fraek would be awful but it turned out not bad??? which im happy with

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out worse than you expected? again, what we deserve, i personally think it would have worked out better if i'd paced it slower and drawn out the pining but i. do not feel like going back to fix it so its staying the way that it is. pining is so fucking hard to do AHHHH i get so tired with it!!! im like just date already!!!!

PROCESS

How do you come up with titles? in rare occasions (literally. all my multichaps for some reason) the title comes after writing like .5 words of the first chapter im like YES this is it!!!!! sometimes i write the whole thing and pick out one line that fits (what i did with come home to me) a lot of the time i just. steal from songs or poems that i like

What's your favorite emotion to cause on your readers? i like making people happy!!!! love when people comment saying they're cheered up

What's your favorite emotion to write? lovelovelovelovelovelove

Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you've written? never cried?? but sometimes i'll rereading my hurt/comfort fics 4. yk. comfort

Do you write in order or whatever comes to you? in order!! unless i have a scene that i Need to write and i'll quickly jot it down so that i don't forget

Usual way you procrastinate while writing? ...doing asks like this, making playlists, discord, watching netflix. what don't i do smh

Do you outline or free write? i am. so shit at outlines. i mostly free write and write lil notes for stuff that i wanna add later

Do you set word goals or scene goals (scenes you want to include)? yes!! like i said i'll write loose notes for scenes that i want to add later!! it gives me something to write towards :D

What do you consider when writing your scenes? what goes into making the atmosphere and mood you want? to set a scene i do two things? the first is like,, the five senses bc that always sets the scene really well and makes it feel Real. i'll visualize stuff in my head like its a movie and write out what i would want to tell the set designer?? if the lights are low, if the space is busy, if it's supposed to exude comfort or not.

for putting forward the character's mood one thing i've found that makes a difference is sentence length!! long sentences are good for making a character seem flustered and nervous or not really in control of their emotions? good for love confessions. short sentences are good for when the character is focused on something or short on time. good for fights!!

What's something you never considered to include in your writing that you can't leave out now? def buff hagakure,,,, once i thought of it i was like. if i don't include this at least once in every single fic how could i look at myself in the mirror!!!!!! how could i face anyone!!!!

How do you start a story? establishing a fact about the character or describing the setting! option a is one single thread of gold, option b is between lion and men

How do you end a story? either by tying it back to the beginning or doing like a funny kind of closing??? option a is sugar cookies, option b is a godless society

How do you get out of writer's block? change something!! move something!! i go from typing to handwriting, moving from my bedroom to my living room, switching wips to work on something else!! i do sprints as well?? give myself like fifteen minutes to write something and sometimes 200 words opens up the way for another 2k. sometimes i'll just delete like 500 words and start fresh

Do you edit? or do you toss your writing out there? i edit!!! i'll go over it myself then send it to one or two betas (bee my beloved <33)

How do you edit? do you use spellcheck, grammar checkers, etc? bee is my grammar checker bc he is So Good with grammar. i use grammarly as well for spellcheck stuff mostly?? sometimes my edit process is just like "am i tired of looking at this!! yes <3" and then i post it

PROGRESS

Do you usually like what you write? yeah!!! i post stuff that makes me happy and that i'm fine with rereading!!! i write stuff for self-indulgence reasons first and foremost and i think my writing reflects that sjhnksj

Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted anyways? nope!! even what we deserve i LIKED even if i see a lot of room 4 improvement!! if i don't like smth it's not getting posted

Do you find yourself rereading your writing often? yeah!! the reason i wrote so much krbk secret relationship is because i loved it but i'd read all that there was so i just,, wrote more,, ngl its kinda nice being in a place where i actually like my writing bc i can write stuff that i want to see and really enjoy it!!

Can you tell us anything about your current WIP? sure!! i'm currently working on when it rains which is a fic where bakugou gets hit by a crying quirk!! i'm gonna be using it to explore So Much of all might's character and his relationships with bakugou and aizawa (and i think some people from his past!!)

Can you give us a sneak peek on your current WIP? “You did something. What the hell did you do?” Kirishima sounds pissed off. It would amuse Katsuki if he wasn’t fighting just to stay standing.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for,” Shinsou replies.

“K’ri… shima,” Katsuki croaks out. “‘S fine. Not him.”

His chest collapses back into the familiar dry heaving after that but Kirishima shuts up. He doesn’t apologize to Shinsou.

Kirishima’s a good friend, stubborn and loyal. He stands by Katsuki’s side like an attack dog, blocking him from the view of anyone ogling at his tears.

The last line you've written Ochako knows more than she'd realized. She knows enough to keep her guard up.

It’s not enough.

Open a wip. what’s the first line?

Katsuki wakes up feeling like absolute fucking shit.

INSIGHT

What's your favorite thing about writing? touched on this before but it's mainly just being able to write the things that i want to see and actually enjoy them!!! actually reread them!!!! i thought "wouldn't it be cool if bkg and kirishima owned a restaurant together" and then i wrote it and i like it enough to reread it!!!! being able to create content for myself makes me. so happy

How do you keep yourself inspired? this is gonna sound narcissistic maybe but honestly i'm just really excited about my ideas and where i'm gonna take them and the idea of "i'm gonna get to That scene" keeps me going through the entire thing. also my friends!!!! i'll talk to them about fics and their reactions keep me hyped up enough to finish!!!!

What is your favorite thing to write? just,, slice of life romance,,, stuff thats silly and makes people laugh!!

What do you think your strengths are in writing? i'm good with dialogue!! i do lil voice acting sessions with myself to make sure everything sounds natural and like it's coming from that character skhjnskj

i'm comfortable with my portrayal of love as well??? i spend a lot of time thinking about what it is exactly that i'm trying to get across and i think it turns out well!!

What are things you wish you could practice more? on one hand i wanna get better at writing angst on the other hand i dislike writing angst. do you see my issue

One way you've improved your writing since you began? characterization!! i think i've gotten better at writing characters that are all Different and bring different things to the table!!! i used to project a lot more and it would compromise the characterization because the character was like 70% me and 30% them? not to say that projection is bad but if you do it too much it just,, doesn't read like the character and from a reader's standpoint the narrative can become less compelling

One aspect of writing you're still working on? writing action!!! i. literally hate writing it but i write for a fandom about superheroes so. Unfortunately i gotta learn.

A piece of writing advice you've learned while writing saw this on another tumblr post but they said sometimes if you're struggling with a scene, the problem is five lines back. i've found that to be true!!!! sometimes u gotta delete a chunk and start a little ways back!! i did this with too busy being yours because i was stuck for Weeks and i deleted like 25% of what i had but it helped me actually finish it :D

A bit of writing advice you can't stand when people shit on show don't tell for being overrated lmao bc when u read their writing you can Tell

Something you wish you knew when you first started writing? ,,,,honestly i kind of wish i could know some of the stuff that i used to when i first started writing?? technically i'm better now but creatively i was must better when i wasn't stressing about whether anyone would like what i was writing. so i guess i wish i knew that i should keep that confidence? i kinda wish that i wasn't as insecure about other people's writing styles because i never used to be!!

Something you've learned in life that you apply in writing there's no point in feeling inferior?? writing one genre isn't better than the other. being in one fandom isn't better than being in another. the kind of language you use or the length of your paragraphs- none of that stuff like. matters. what matters is that you're having fun and happy with what you're creating!!!! enjoy other peoples writing but don't let it make you feel worse about yours :D