#i hope everyone appreciates the puns with the situations

[taikoturtle]

Cheesy Warrior Nun Vday cards 2023

[sepublic]

Post-Hoot with Dana Terrace!

            Dana’s put over 200 hours into games she’s missed since the finale; Octopath Traveler, Little Nightmares, etc. Sarah Nicole-Robles cried harder than she ever did when she said I learned a language I’ll never forget, a whole chapter of my life is over, during the King-ceanera. She said the line once and was suddenly sobbing because of how meta it was. 

         Rebecca has a ‘sona during the bit with Barcus in the epilogue sequence. Cissy also cried when watching with her family, her kids asked her about it; Sarah was really excited as she watched the finale.

         No sequel happening, but we can always hope; Dana would like to do more, but Disney owns the IP and needs to give them permission. Dana knew the prequel line in the finale was ham-fisted as hell but still went with it because she was pissed (she said Fuck to express her rage). Rebecca went back to the Anger phase of grief after watching the finale after realizing what they missed, but Sarah was also in Acceptance because it was hard to regret something that ended so well.

         Dana doesn’t cry that much, but TJ’s remix in the soundtrack made her cry. Dana brought back everyone for BBBYYYEEEEEEE, noting this was every character’s last line, and wished Hooty had more lines. Alex improvised a cut line after the Bye with Hooty expressing appreciation for the finale and readiness for his spin-off.

         Dana won’t say much in hopes she’ll get to do more for TOH in the future; A Youtube reviewer (shoutout to all, Zachary Ax, Man of a Thousand Thoughts, Rebecca herself), the Third Bill got it right on Hooty, and Dana won’t be more specific about that.

         They found out about the shortening during S2; They had an ending in mind that Dana had in mind since development, but it needed too much setup and so they couldn’t pull it off. All of Season 2A was written before knowing the cancellation; Follies at the Coven Day Parade was the first episode fully written knowing the show was shortened, hence the tonal change. The Galdorstones was an arc Dana planned more on, as well as the Coven Heads; Bat Queen; It was a hard situation choosing what to leave out.

         There weren’t whole episodes written that had to be trashed; Just one-sentence ideas on a whiteboard never fully outlined or scripted. But Dana is still happy with what came out, because it was pretty damn cool.

         Rebecca Rose once saw someone with a King sweatshirt like hers at Disneyland and said hi, but they just side-eyed her and didn’t respond; Despite this, Rebecca hopes they had a happy day and believes they were just having a bad time. Sarah joked about not being so forgiving.

         String Bean’s inspiration: Owlbert is in the title of the show, String Bean indeed was there the whole time! The S wasn’t completely intentional at first, but Dana flipped the logo around and figured it out. When making the first episode, the logo wasn’t finalized. They always liked the idea of Luz being connected to snakes, it’s what she brought to school and they liked her reclaiming something she terrorized her classmates with. The Snake-Shifter idea specifically; Zach Marcus just said “Snake-Shifter” as they brainstormed ideas and Dana, being a sucker for lame puns, was sold.

         That was indeed Dana being represented as a student in the epilogue! She was Beastkeeping and Oracle; Dana can see the future of the show, and really likes animals. Raine’s palisman was indeed hidden within the violin’s design; Hunter and Dell worked to fix the palismen after Raine broke it trying to stop Belos. The violin is more akin to the staff, anyhow. Dana considered responding to a question about general Caleb, Evelyn, and Flapjack lore, but Sarah insisted she stay silent in case they get to answer it as an actual story later.

         Dana liked to think while writing Thanks to Them; No, Evelyn’s spirit isn’t in Flapjack. But to Philip, he saw Flapjack as the culmination of the corruption in his brother Caleb; He saw Flapjack, if it weren’t for YOU. You can see a hint of it in Masha’s story, Evelyn entices Caleb with Flapjack, who was Caleb’s introduction to magic. Evelyn was probably disguised as a human, and trusted Caleb for seeming reasonable and less violent. Perhaps like Dog owners passing each other by and suddenly becoming friends over this.

         Evelyn and Caleb’s relationship was sweet, from platonic curiosity to romantic. Eda doesn’t know she’s descended from them, nor does Hunter; And Dana has more to say, but will keep it hidden. Luz will stay the majority of her stay in the isles as she goes to college. Camila bought the shack leading to the human world, which allowed Luz to visit during holidays, weekends, etc.

         They never got to explore it, but it could’ve originally been the home of Philip and Caleb, long abandoned; Eda emerges after discovering the portal. In the next thirty years, she fixes up the shack as she builds the Owl House. Dana also advised fans to google Death of the Author, since she’s technically no longer working on the show, and thus gives permission for fans to write their own answers.

         Eda became the Owl Lady before Owlbert, due to the curse; They planned to do an episode where Eda learned palismen carving with Dell, and how Eda reclaimed the Owl identity to carve Owlbert. Dana stills has the outline of that episode in her head…

         According to Rebecca, Caleb and Philip’s graves were in the basement of the shack, based on this church in New Haven Dana passed by every day on her way to school (Gravesfield is based on some places in Connecticut). However, Dana realized the graves didn’t fit into the story. They also had an ‘original’ Belos design for him taking over animals. Marina Gardner did some amazing Belos designs, and Thanks to Them alluded to it.

         The Portal’s eye comes from the Titan’s missing eye!!! Hunter is bisexual, Willow is pansexual, this is how Dana always wrote and imagined them in her mind, but it’s not explicitly stated so technically it’s more headcanon. Dana noted how some people just picked it up. Dana likes to think Amity and Lilith rekindled their student-mentor relationship. Having worked in the library, Amity was interested in Lilith’s knowledge of history. Dana suggested to Zarya(?) from the design team to add notes to Lilith’s museum blueprints. A helicopter passed over and they joked it was Disney trying to stop spoilers.

         Cissy only got her lines and didn’t know any other details about the finale, to Dana’s surprise; Dana explained that people not getting a full script is due to the pandemic. Before quarantine, actors would get the full script. They have to rely on Eden Riegel and Dana for context a lot. Bosook Coburn spoiled Luz’s death to Rebecca Rose during the celebration party. They came up with a lot of designs for dying Luz, trying to figure out how they can hollow out her head how much. Dana mentions it’s up to the showrunner to show how much they want to the actors.

         Thanks to Sarah, they kept in Luz saying her own SFX during her fight with Eda in O Titan, Where Art Thou; She heard someone do it as part of the mock script and wanted it. When Dana voiced Eda and Luz at the end, Dana was crying. There’s a recording of Season 2B and Season 3 of Dana doing a voice-over of the script to get approved by executives.

         Dana clarified everyone would’ve had more of a chance to talk with each other, such as Hunter and Amity; Hunter would’ve talked to Vee, as well as more human realm kids, literally everyone would’ve had a little more time with each other. Dana loves Luz and Hunter’s sibling dynamic. Dana was sorry they couldn’t have Luz and Raine hang out, but they had the Hexsquad storyline. Luz finished high school in the human world, with the renewed motivation that she’ll go back to the isles. Knowing she has a safe space outside of high school made it more bearable, as was the case for Dana growing up.

         Cissy brought up Gus’ hair in the epilogue, which she loved; Emmy Cicierga did the design for Gus and Raine. Harpy Lilith was by Emmy; Dana did Emira, Eberwolf, and Skara’s timeskip designs. The name of the Titan is unpronounceable for humans.

         Dana can’t say much about the Archivists; The Collector never had a flash-forward design, as they age much more slowly than everyone else. Maybe the Collector got just a tiny bit taller. The idea of the Collector came from creepy dolls, as well as a nightmare; John Bailey Owen had a google folder filled with cool references of creepy dolls with a starry aesthetic, liminal minimalist nightmare-scape. They knew who the Collector was gonna be, what role they’d play, but the vibe still needed to be decided.

         Dana confirmed the Collector was always a part of the show before the shortening, and they solidified their placement after the announcement. The Collector has indeed stayed connected with the others, visits occasionally. Dana has seen fan comics on this and teared up.

         Hooty doesn’t have to be vacated from the Owl House if he doesn’t want to; When the door isn’t active, Hooty could be present. The new portal can probably fold up, and Hooty is busy as a curator for Hooty’s new museum.

         Dana said Raine and Eda’s business is their business; Not all love stories end in marriage. It’s their thing and it doesn’t diminish any love, but they do live in the Owl House together (Raine moved in).

         Mattholomule getting a palisman is something Zach Marcus can answer, since he made the character and Dana respects the lore he made. It’s hard to say for Dana if Vee and Masha are dating, since Masha didn’t show up in the finale, but Vee definitely has a crush on them. Again, Dana encourages the Death of the Author approach, if the headcanon makes you happy.

         Alador and Odalia got officially divorced after the finale, and the kids happily lived away from her. They might visit her if they have the energy, but also recognize she’s a toxic influence they can cut off at any point. Dana gave a shoutout to Rachel McFarlane’s voice acting, praising her performance for Odalia.

         In regards to the tower King was born in, Dana has an answer; It was related to a character we all know, who now may have amnesia.

         There was a plan to explore Gus and Willow’s glowing eyes, and do it for other characters; Amity wasn’t going to have that, strong emotions are indeed connected to magic. It was mostly a worldbuilding magic rule they could’ve expanded on, that Dana wishes she did early in the story.

         In the boards, Dawn Han(?) did Clouds on the Horizon, and did the scene of Amity and the twins hiding in the factory as their parents talk about the Abomatons, Alador is worried since it seems like a tad much. Alador had T-rex arms in the storyboard, and it reminded Dana of Remy from Ratatouille, so when they got to the scene of them looking into Alador’s lab, Ratador was drawn in his place as a joke. Dana laughed so hard she decided to keep it in, with Dana handwaving it as Alador’s palisman.

         According to Dana, a show should be appreciated for as it is; But the other way to enjoy it, under the context it was made, is also important to her; Both ways are valid. It was easier for Sarah to voice depressed Luz since she was also depressed. The writers preferred to put their feelings into the show, VS a more happy-go-lucky approach as others did; It was kind of dark for a bit, especially during quarantine. Sarah felt her own experience validated with Luz’s depression, but she and Dana appreciated the balance of having a happy ending too.

         What made the crew hopeful was knowing the characters would always have a happy ending; Luz could continue her studies in full-force, a new family. They KNEW it would end happy. Dana acknowledged how the fandom misinterpreted “I hate the term happy endings,” and Sarah knew about the quincenera when asked during previous Post-Hoots, but couldn’t answer.

         Rebecca commissioned 3D-printed Funko Pops of S2A Lilith and S1 Luz, and gave them to the others as gifts; Rebecca didn’t know about Avi’s appearance until two days before the Post-Hoot, otherwise she would’ve had a Funko of Raine made. Dana’s stand for Luz had to be made with painter’s tape (she appreciated it) due to Rebecca running out of the other kind, and planned to place it beside her Peabody award. Elizabeth Grullon, Camila’s VA, had to call her mom in the middle of a session to translate her line about maduros into English.

        Cissy clarified this wasn’t intended to be the final Post-Hoot! And the video was ended with a BBBBYYYEEEEE!!!!!

[cilil]

Hi, do you have any advices for budding writers on AO3 or here?

Hey! :)

I've given this some thought and compiled what I hope might be some helpful pointers, but if there's anything else or anything specific you want to hear more about, feel free to ask again. Also I'm assuming this is about the amazing craft of fanfic and not, uh, building a platform or whatever (I wouldn't be very helpful with that, I'm a nobody x)).

Share what you feel comfortable sharing.

So since you're asking about budding writers on AO3 and Tumblr, I take it you're at a point where you feel comfortable sharing your writing online, which is amazing. Nevertheless, I feel the need to once again mention (just for anyone who may be in the same or a similar situation) that it's completely alright not to be comfortable with it (yet) or not to share everything you write. I share almost everything simply because I'm annoying and it makes me feel accomplished and since I've grown pretty comfortable with it, I might as well; but not everyone feels that way and feelings also change. It's completely alright to write just for yourself or a small circle of friends.

Don't worry too much about "being good".

I will be the first to admit that I deeply relate to struggling with perfectionism when it comes to writing (and other creative pursuits). However, as someone who's been reading fic for many years, tends to be into quite niche and obscure things sometimes and is rarely spoiled by big fandoms' abundance of food, I want all writers, especially new ones, to know that you don't have to write the most amazing, perfect, publishing-ready pieces. What matters is your passion and creativity, which will show in your writing regardless of skill level. Not to mention that fic is free and in fact a tool for many to experiment.

That's not to say you can't strive to improve or be good - by all means, I find it admirable if you want to hone your craft and make progress as you continue to write. Just don't let perfectionism ruin your fun and stifle your creativity.

How to get better without trying overly hard.

Aside from just writing, writing and writing (that is the most important part though), how do you improve without making it a point to do so? Well, if it works for you to read/watch guides or you enjoy specific writing exercises, that's great, but one thing that I find gets overlooked a lot in writing spaces is simply: Reading. Just reading for fun.

I find that I often discover little things in other people's writing that I really like and then I think to myself "wow, that's really neat how they did that, maybe I could take a page out of their book" (pun intended) and make it a point to pay attention to these things when I write. Essentially, it's like creating a nice patchwork blanket which is your style, made up of your own voice and preferences as a writer and cool stuff you picked up on the road.

Let me just name some examples, which, yes, are also an excuse to shamelessly blow some writer friends of mine a well-deserved kiss of appreciation. @sauron-kraut writes incredibly polished short stories with beautiful wording and atmosphere that have a lot of little hidden things to discover and dissect, and I want to steal her ability to set the stage and hide those easter eggs. @a-world-of-whimsy-5 is an absolute legend when it comes to writing medieval and medieval-adjacent stuff, and I learned so much from her fics. @i-did-not-mean-to has a way of writing with such esprit and wit that I always end up in a good mood after, a style of narrative voice I've adored for over a decade, and I've greatly improved my humorous writing in particular thanks to her. @crackinthecup has the marvelous ability to craft extremely emotionally evocative scenes, which have encouraged me to be more courageous and experimental in my sentence melody and structure. @tragedybunny has a way of writing that reminds me of coming home to a warm and comfy place, and I will find out how she did it and how I can do it as well.

So as you can see, it can be super helpful to compare notes with your fellow writers. Never be discouraged by someone else's ability; instead learn and expand your own.

Feedback, criticism and community.

Let me just get one thing out of the way: You don't have to take criticism from everyone. Or at all. As far as I understand, the fanfic community has come to to agree that we're doing this for fun and don't give criticism unprompted/when we aren't sure it's wanted or welcome. As a general rule: Take criticism from those you would also seek advice from. Ask for feedback if you feel comfortable, and if not, that's a valid boundary to have and I will gently smack anyone who presumes to pick apart writing that was made for fun and generously shared with the community for free.

The community aspect, however, should be taken into account on other fronts. While I won't tell anyone they have to interact and believe that, in an ideal world, everyone's writing would just speak for itself, it is helpful to engage with the community. Things you can do (both on Tumblr and AO3 if also applicable/possible) include: Respond to people interacting with your works, interacting with other people's works (for example while you're doing your reading sessions and looking at other writers' styles) and just overall being present, being talkative, going with the flow.

Again, this is not a must. But I will say that pretty much all of us want positive responses and interactions on their work and that just won't work if you expect everyone to show up for you all the time and never show up for anyone else. Engagement, passion and community are our "currency" in the absence of money and reciprocity is an important element of that. A lot of friction and complaints in the fanfic community regarding lack of interaction or entitlement are rooted in misunderstandings of this fundamental principle.

But don't take this in a cynical manner. Seek out what you enjoy, share the joy and passion and you'll make friends just accidentally - which is the part that I find makes fandom on AO3 and Tumblr so much fun! (I don't even want to be a "traditional" author anymore, I want this instead😁)

Find your groove and groove along.

Lastly, make sure your writing is fun for you or else it'll become a chore and eventually get ruined for you as a hobby. This is unfortunately a continuous task as your needs and interests shift - for example you might be in the mood to do an entire drabble challenge one month and during another month you feel so drained that you couldn't do another one. Or you might want to write something different for a change. Or whatever it may be.

Either way, one recent lesson I've learned is that I got too tied up in obligations and it left no space for spontaneous inspiration, so I never got to write what I wanted to write in the moment and it pushed me quite close to burnout. Do yourself a favor and always hold that space for yourself. In practice, this could for example mean that you do one event and on the side write this cool new idea you had, instead of doing three events - which is fun and games until it starts getting too much and you don't have time for your passion projects.

Finding your groove also includes the whole technical aspect, such as which writing programs you use, which device (or none at all), where you write, how to make yourself comfortable, how to get in the right headspace for things. I would also like to encourage all of you to be a bit crazy and whimsical about this: For example I've gone to the perfume store, picked out a scent for a specific character in a specific scene and sniffed it while writing the description several times now. Do what it takes. And say goodbye to your squeaky clean search history - you will research some weird stuff just to get that one line right.

So yeah, these are just my random thoughts on fic writing and what has been helpful in order for me to have lots of fun with this hobby. Happy writing!

[hughiecampbelle]

Kimiko Getting Attached To You Would Include:

Requested: Heeeeey! Could I request some fluffy familial headcannons please for Kamiko from the boys being like a twin sibling figure to reader? Like r is apart of the boys and Kamiko grows attached to them like a sibling and just looks into their dynamics? - anon

A/N: My love for Kimiko is *unmatched*!!! Thank you for requesting my love! I hope you like it! I'd love more headcanon and preference requests for The Boys!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Requests are open! 🔮

Kimiko was wary of everyone from the beginning

You were careful, not wanting to scare her away, so you kept your distance

You think everyone's out when you play your music, humming and singing along, when she appears out of nowhere

Everyone hated your music. They hated it even more when you sang along. So, you only did it when you were alone, blaring it loudly. When you notice Kimiko you jump, apologizing for bothering her

She just shakes her head, finding the nearest pad of paper. "I like it" she writes and smiles

It's the first show of humanity she's seen from any of you. Butcher was violent and M.M. worried too much, Frenchie had a crush on her and Hughie was pretty subservient. You were different. You weren't scared of her, you weren't intimidated, and you didn't look at her like you wanted to kiss her. You have interests and passions outside of murder. It's new and strange

You show her more from your playlists. It's your only talking point, so you sorta run with it. She gives you thumbs up/down, makes faces when she especially likes or doesn't like them. You try not to nerd out when your favorites play, but you just can't help yourself

When everyone comes back you turn it off, but the connection you made stays

Slowly, she starts to show an interest in you

At first it feels like light stalking: watching you and following you. She's getting to know you, know what makes you tick and smile and laugh

She learns you have poor taste in movies, but excellent taste in music. Puns make you laugh more than they should. Aside from your personal history with Vought, you wouldn't hurt a fly. She decides, in that moment, you'd make a good friend. Ally is the first word that comes to mind, but what she really means is friend

You pick up on her sign language as fast as you can, relying on writing pads or texts when you can't understand

Joking around with her, trying to get her more comfortable around you

"You think Butcher ever washes that coat?"

"Never."

When you really get to know one another, she tells you about her childhood and her brother

In return, you tell her your history with Vought and The Seven and Homelander

Neither of you are particularly proud of what you've done, but you recognize it was out of survival

Always being paired together

With her abilities and your intelligence, you're an unbeatable duo

The Boys start referring to you as Bonnie and Clyde. You're rarely seen without the other

Kimiko does everything she can to protect you. You weren't given V, you're smart and witty and you can get yourself out of a tough situation, but you're human. You're fragile. The thought of being without you would kill her

When you do get hurt she panics. She "yells" at the others to save you, to help, and they do, but it's never good enough for her

"They botched your stitches."

"A scar isn't the end of the world."

You never get used to seeing Kimiko all torn up or bloody. You know she'll get better, but it still makes you sick to your stomach to witness

You know exactly how to make her smile, even when somethings happened and she retreats into herself. She does the same with you

When no one can reach either of you, your friends are at a loss

Going under cover and pretending to be a couple. Neither of you are interested in the other like that, but it's always fun to put on a show

You definitely make fun of her when she wears a dress and heels

"You look like an actual girl!"

"Shut up!"

You never go anywhere without telling the other where. The rest of your friends just assume you've run off, but Kimiko will always know where and why you're leaving

"Where's y/n?"

"I don't know."

"Liar."

"I won't snitch."

When you or her have nightmares, you know you can go to the other

"Bad dream?"

"Yup."

Listening to music together, hoping the images of the nightmare will go away

She likes when you sing. It's off key and not very good, but she finds a lot of comfort in your voice

Encouraging her to go to speech therapy. Not for you or anyone else, but because it would be good for her

Kimiko doesn't ever get sick, but when you are she's incredibly attentive and extremely worried

"You're burning up."

"I'm okay, I promise."

Coming to one another's defense when others get in your face. She's the first to start "yelling" at them when they criticize you

Being asked if you like-like one another at least once a week. Annie assumes you secretly have feelings for one another and Frenchie gets pretty jealous of your relationship, but it's just not how you see one another

She's your twin flame. Not a girlfriend, but you do love her. You love her more than anyone else. You understand one another better than anyone else

[devirnis]

if you’re still taking prompts, can i ask for a combined 13 and 22? 👀

@bvckandeddie of course you can ask for combos! I hope this is to your liking 💜

(full disclosure, I wrote this in my notes app while hopped up on painkillers and cold medication and also on vacation ✌️)

Chim calls dibs on the couch the second Buck’s front door closes behind the three of them.

Buck glances at Eddie on his other side, wondering if he’ll put up a fight for the couch (and trying to convince himself that he doesn’t care if he does), but Eddie just nods tiredly and trudges in the direction of the stairs up to Buck’s bedroom. Buck can’t really blame him; today was the shift from hell, on top of a long week of shifts, and culminating in the call to limit potential exposure to their families by staying with each other. Given that he lived alone, Buck’s loft was the logical choice for Chim and Eddie to use, while Hen had elected to stay in the guest room at Bobby and Athena’s while the kids moved to Michael’s place.

None of them are very jazzed about the whole situation. One, because it’s a global pandemic and work has been crazy and everything is just a little scary right now, and two, Buck knows Eddie would much rather be with Christopher, and Chim with Maddie.

Buck lingers on the main level just long enough to help Chim dig out some blankets for the couch — he really needs to get an air mattress if this goes on longer than the two weeks that everyone is promising — before hurrying up the stairs after Eddie. He finds his best friend at the top of the stairs, staring a little blankly at Buck’s bed.

Oh. Right.

While Buck is totally cool with sharing the bed — it’s a king, after all — he has no idea how Eddie’s feeling about the prospect. The last person Eddie shared a bed with was probably Shannon, and Buck needs to not think too hard about that if he wants to keep his head on straight (pun definitely intended.)

“I can take the floor?” Eddie asks, glancing over at Buck.

Buck rolls his eyes. “I don’t have an air mattress. Besides, it’s fine, it’s plenty big enough for both of us.”

A strange sort of expression flickers over Eddie’s face, but it’s gone before Buck can identify it. When he turns back to the bed, Buck swears the back of Eddie’s neck is a little flushed.

“If you’re sure,” Eddie says haltingly.

“I don’t have a problem with sharing with you,” Buck says, and then frowns, his stomach dropping a little. “Unless — I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable —“

“No, no!” Eddie scrambles. “No, I didn’t mean — I’m not —“ He sighs. “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

“Oh, uh.” Buck’s stomach twists for some stupid reason. It’s been a while since he shared with anyone — Ali was out of town a lot during their brief relationship, and he and Abby hadn’t been physical long enough to pick sides. “The middle. Pick whichever you want.”

Eddie wanders over to dump his duffel bag on the right side of the bed, closest to the stairs. “If you have a dent in your mattress that I keep rolling into…”

“I haven’t had it that long!” Buck protests.

Eddie smirks at him, but there’s something else there besides the playfulness that Buck is familiar with.

Before he can decipher it, Chim’s calling from downstairs about Buck’s terrible throw pillows and the moment is broken.

Eddie shoots Buck a sympathetic look as Buck sighs gustily. “Maddie wouldn’t appreciate it if I killed the father of her unborn child on the first day, right?”

———

Buck thought that he’d have trouble falling asleep given the general existential dread hanging over him and the fact that he’s sharing his home with two other people, but he actually doesn’t remember much after he crawled under the covers beside Eddie.

He’s so comfortable. He loves his mattress and sheets and pillows, but somehow he’s never had a sleep as good as this before. He’s warm and cozy, with a comforting weight along his left side, grounding him, making him feel held.

Actually —

He is being held.

There’s an arm slung across his waist, a head on his shoulder, soft hairs tickling the underside of his jaw. He breathes in, the cobwebs of sleep slowly dissolving in his brain, and he smells —

Eddie.

Eddie is on top of him, clinging to him like a koala bear, snoring softly into Buck’s collarbone.

Buck’s traitorous heart soars in his chest.

He shouldn’t be happy about this. The only reason Eddie is here is because of a pandemic — not because he wants to be. He probably doesn’t even realize it’s Buck that he’s holding; muscle memory from Shannon is the only reason that Eddie is plastered to him like this.

Buck shifts slightly, hoping he can disentangle himself without waking Eddie, but then Eddie’s arm around him tightens at the same time as he groans.

“Time’s it?” Eddie mumbles.

The hot breath against Buck’s skin makes him shiver. He twists his neck to read the clock on his bedside table. “Early. Not even five.”

Eddie hums into Buck’s neck, going boneless for a few blissful seconds before he suddenly stiffens. Seemingly aware that he’s stuck to his best friend like a barnacle, Eddie slowly lifts his head off Buck’s chest and meets his gaze. There’s a blush high on Eddie’s cheeks that Buck finds equal parts adorable and disheartening.

“Um…” Eddie says, slowly unlatching himself from Buck. “Sorry about that.”

Buck feels depressingly cold now that Eddie’s scooted a respectable few inches back. “Don’t worry about it. It was… kind of nice, actually.” And then Buck cringes because seriously? He had to say that last part out loud?

Eddie’s face gets even redder, but then he says, “Weirdly, that’s the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

“Well…” Buck hedges, “I make a pretty good pillow. And — I don’t, y’know, mind. If you don’t.”

Oh god, can a hole just open up in his bed and swallow him now and put him out of his misery?

But, miracle of miracles, Eddie begins to slowly inch closer again. He keeps his eyes fixed on Buck the entire time, like he’s expecting Buck to take back his offer. Buck practically holds his breath, terrified to do anything lest he scare Eddie off again. But then Eddie slowly resumes his earlier position, laying an arm gently across Buck’s stomach as he places his head back on Buck’s shoulder.

“Your mattress totally has a dent in the middle,” Eddie whispers.

Smiling, Buck wraps his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, holding him close. “Guess we’ll just have to get comfortable in the dent, then.”

He can’t be sure, but he swears he feels Eddie’s lips curve into a smile against his skin.

(also on ao3)

[thefavchilde]

STAY A LITTLE LONGER (FOR NO SAKE BESIDES MY OWN)

pairing: reigen arataka x gn reader

synopsis: when spirits are low in the office (pun intended), serizawa calls on you, an old friend, to play makeshift pr agent to get business back up. unfortunately, a certain not technically boss of yours isn’t ready for you to leave, and metaphorically blocks the exit for as long as he can manage.

category: fluff, crack, #stomp on dimple 2023, serizawa has friends as a kid au idk plot convenience

a/n: my first non genshin writing on this blog. sorry i literally do not post consistently lol. i just had this idea and felt like writing something for it.

Reigen Arataka was a man of many words. Not dignified, not solemn nor sincere, but many words nevertheless. Any professionalism he managed to maintain was nothing short of an act. So, it was no surprise to Serizawa when Reigen had slipped up a few too many times in his attitude and services, and for the first time in a short while, the reputation of Spirits and Such began to fall. Enter you.

In a pit of despair, where all hope for a split second was lost, a shining beacon came through (as Reigen described it, “just like in minecraft) in the form of Serizawa’s childhood friend who he’d recently picked up contact with again. Sure, you’d just been laid off from a job with no relevance at all, but he knew you were head of your debate team as a student, and so he suggested the company pay you to be a makeshift PR agent until things were more smooth sailing again.

Well, you didn’t have any better options, did you?

If you weren’t previously aware of Serizawa’s psychic powers, you would’ve totally called bullshit on your first entry. Long story short, the place looked sketchy as shit. Hell, even their website looked like a museum displaying computer viruses since the beginning of time. It was lively though, that you could appreciate. You worked in a small circle, but everyone was welcoming. You’d taken a fair liking to the boss, Reigen; though Serizawa had warned you of his antics, you could only find him amusing for it. You couldn’t help but click with him. Aside from him, a less than pathetic looking spirit called Dimple lingered around, as well as a middle school kid they’d dubbed as Mob passing through on occasion to lend a hand.

Your makeshift corner of the office grew to feel like a second home. Reigen had helped you decorate it in your first couple of days, which Dimple claimed was completely unlike him to go so out of his way, but you didn’t think much of it.

Unbeknownst to you, Dimple was onto something. To him, the situation was glaringly obvious, and you just couldn’t get the memo through that thick mortal skull of yours. Did you not see the way Reigen’s eyes practically had the life injected into them when you entered the room? Were you blind or plain stupid?

You seem to find yourself alone in the office with Reigen more often than you had anticipated. Fleeting gazes and touches are exchanged, though not addressed at any point during your ever flowing conversation. Reigen found himself totally enamoured with you and your personality. You seemed to be somewhat alike in charisma, as he picked up on your natural capabilities in socialising over time. You did your job and you did it well. That’s the reason Reigen told himself he wanted to keep you around so badly. Yet, the thought kept circling. The realisation of how badly he’d miss you once you left.

All comes to a halt one evening, a few shifts before you were due to leave. You’d been with S&S for around a month and things seemed to be getting back on track, thus giving you not much visible reason to be here. After you pack your things and leave, smiling warmly as you shut the door behind you, Reigen’s eyes don’t leave the door. He zones out completely. Everyone had gone home for the night, leaving him alone. Or so he thought, as Dimple moves to loom over his shoulder once more.

“Do you ever leave me alone?” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He’s visibly agitated. So stressed that if you approached him he might pop, like stabbing a needle into a balloon. Truthfully, he knows exactly what this is about before Dimple can even speak at all.

“Are you gonna ask them or not?” Dimple questions him bluntly, not bothering to tread lightly around the topic.

Reigen decides to play dumb, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His face is screwed up and his posture is unnaturally stiff in that chair. He might as well have not even bothered to lie at all.

“Everytime [Name] leaves through that door, you look more and more dejected. You gonna miss all of their glitz and glamour, Reigen? Is that it? Gonna miss how they greet you every morning, with that smile that just makes your stomach do flips?”

Reigen practically growls his response through gritted teeth, refusing to look in his direction. “Let’s not.” He warns. “[Name] and I have a strictly professional relationship, and I’d much prefer to keep it that way.”

“You’re pathetic, you know that?”

“I am nothing of the sort.”

“Well-“ Dimple begins, forcing his way infront of Reigen’s line of vision, to which he simply turns his head once more in response. “What else- or who else- do you have going for you? You’re gonna let this chance slip by?”

“…I should fire you.”

“Am I officially employed? I don’t believe I ever signed a contract. And you expect to get rid of me how exactly?”

“Whatever, I’ll have to think about it. I’ll get back to you.”

“Good luck confessing by the end of the week. I’m not counting on you.”

Reigen can easily tell that Dimple’s method here was reverse psychology. It didn’t take a genius to catch on to the fact he was trying to get inside his head. Still, it worked. He just happened to be aware of it.

He spends the next two days preparing. He runs through plans with Serizawa and runs through errands with Mob. Flowers, your favourite sweets, nothing out of the ordinary. Aside from the fact that he assigns Mob the task of quite literally stealing from his school art department instead of just buying what he needed, simply because the thought didn’t cross his mind, as obvious as it may have seemed. All he needs is a large sheet of card and some colourful pens. And a quiet office. He’d have to wait for you to leave on the Wednesday evening to prepare everything.

He questions his own sanity throughout this process. What if he got rejected? Is this all going to be for nothing?

Dimple keeps a close eye on things, but refuses to interfere. He still doesn’t believe Reigen has the balls to follow through. He has killed social skills with strangers, but on the contrary, he himself was the stranger when it came down to love.

Reigen certainly lacks the confidence when Thursday rolls around. He can’t swallow the lump in his throat, and his fears manifest themselves in the pit of his stomach, making him feel very much ill. He yet again second guesses himself and the whole proposal. Stepping back from the setup, he concludes he shares more traits with a high schooler asking their crush to prom than an actual grown adult.

As expected, you’re the first one in, and yet Reigen practically jumps out of his skin, fumbling for the sign and gifts as you widen your eyes, totally confused. He holds up the sign with the best, least awkward smile he can manage- which is very awkward still- and you reciprocate his expression. Your eyes scan over the writing, surrounded by hearts and stars.

“Stay a little longer

(For no sake besides my own)”

You can’t help but burst out into laughter. Not maliciously- you’re very flustered by the whole ordeal, actually- but rather out of surprise.

“You like me? Romantically? You like me?”

“…Yes. Sorry- this was totally unprofessional. Wrong way to go about it, especially seeing as you barely even know me and yet here I am. Genuinely, no hard feelings, I promise-“ He begins regretfully before you cut him off.

“No, I definitely like you back. Pretty good way to go about it.” You grin, stepping closer. “My favourite sweets, too. You know me better than you think.”

“Oh- seriously?”

“Like so seriously. If you’re interested in keeping me on the team, maybe you can discuss that with me on our first date.” You wink, and although out of your sight, Dimple curses himself for being wrong. Reigen had actually gone and done it. Turns out he was slightly less pathetic than the spirit had once presumed.

[lifmera]

Hi! I know you're probably really busy, but I would like to request a hazbin hotel and helluva boss matchup please :)

For the personality traits, I'm an INTP-T with the amazing 98% introverted score Other traits: •autistic, prolly ADHD too •doesn't like physical touch unless either I initiate it or it's a person I'm comfortable with •really picky eater •eats like once in 5 hours •likes to stay up late and sleep in •curses like a sailor •likes to draw •rants about hyperfixations a lot (mainly dragons) •doesn't really talk much until I get to know someone better •gets easily overstimulated •If I'm comfortable with someone I'm a chaotic gremlin

female aroace with the desire to date (prefers women over men, mostly because men are stupid) •doesn't drink, smoke or anything •loves reading (especially fantasy books) •procrastinates profesionally •can speak two languages •is done with everyone and everything 99% of the time •loves tea if it has a lot of sugar in it •massive sweet tooth •loves salty things •puns are the best (dad jokes all the way) Physical traits: •Long, straight golden-brown hair thst tends to get real greasy real fast TwT •rather tall for my age •skinny af •green eyes •likes to keep hair loose

Hi!! Of course!!

I’ve decided to pair you with…. EMILY & OCTAVIA!!!

EMILY!!

Although Emily is 100% a hugger- she knows when to respect boundaries!! She’ll only hug you if you ask her :)

She’ll make sure you get your proper nutrition in a meal!!

Definitely an early bird!! But she would love to see your sleeping face in the morning!!

To be honest, when she gets excited shes probably also a chaotic gremlin, but she also knows how to handle a situation so it wont get out of hand.

She’ll love you any way you are :)

She’ll help find some books for you two!! If anything she’ll recommend books she’s read.

Cause she’s an angel i personally think she’s able to understand every language- so she thinks it’s awesome to hear you speak in other languages!!

She also has a massive sweet tooth, cus you both are sweeties!! But she’ll make sure to manage it so you don’t get cavities!!

Although I feel like she wouldn’t understand dad jokes. She’d cock her head to the side like .. “?…. OOOHHHH…”

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR OCTAVIA!! BUT YOU FIT HER SO WELL.

Huge on physical touch. She appreciates it especially when she’s emotional, but she doesn’t like it if you guys aren’t close enough.

Although she isn’t particularly picky, she’d probably eat what you couldn’t!!

She can sleep whenever, but I personally believe she likes to stay up a lot of the time to go stargazing, so she’d love it if you joined her!!

Also curses like a sailor, she thinks it’s funny when you both do it together. (She cusses her mom and dad out)

She loves to listen about your hyper fixations, it helps her get away from the problems of her family.

She’s also an introvert pretty much. But once you two get to know each other, I don’t think you could separate!!

50/50 on reading. Picked up both parent’s reading. She only likes to read about what interest’s her- and when it really does she wont be able to put it down. She would have shelves just about that one topic!!

I also believe she would know a few languages since shes a goetia!! Would LOVE to speak to you in different languages because she finds it romantic.

Also done with everyone. Constantly. You, Octavia and Loona would all be best friends.

Probably more savory than out of the other two!! She’d indulge in it though, and would give you some sweets she’d find in a bakery :)

~~~~~~~~~

HOPE YOU ENJOY IT ML!!! SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG….

[razorblade180]

Rwby Vol9 ep7 Review

I have no idea what to say about the paper people essentially planning their suicide. That is no pun intended, a rabbit hole I don’t want to look too deep in.

This is easily my favorite episode this volume though and honestly it’s starting to feel like this volume won’t end with them leaving potentially.

So Jaune is clearly a bit unraveled and honestly who wouldn’t be. The man who wants to save lives was left alone after a great failure and killing a friend. Now he’s clinging to the most fragile people ever which has only stressed him more for decades. I do appreciate his outbursts being distressing but not violent. I think it would’ve been really easy to go too far with him.

So both leaders are having a really bad time today. Never thought they’d give Ruby PTSD in this show, partly because they did it already but this time it feels more written out.

It’s interesting how for the most part, her and Jaune have the same trauma experiences but because of who they are as people along with what they each did/didn’t do has put them in a position where they are adding on to each other’s distress. I fully believe everyone is going to end up having a moment of apologizing for things said but I am hoping those two specifically have a moment.

Someone had to say it. I thought it would be Weiss but I’m glad it’s Ruby. This validates me. Was it rude, yeah. Is it true, also yes. I like bumblb and there’s no doubt Ruby deep down is happy for them, but anyone would get annoyed in a situation where craziness is happening and friends are clearly more caught up in being in love. There’s a time and a place and most of the time Blake and Yang weren’t in the best place.

An entire town was yet again lost, though this time its people were happy to die. Ruby has run off and I wonder how everyone will react next episode. It’s pretty complex. Her friends will look for her while thinking about what she said. Also Jaune still isn’t well and he understands this. He might try to push that aside for the moment but I don’t really see the others not worry about him as they search. I think WBY are really gonna have to step up and feel a slither of what Ruby is probably feeling in the process.

[writingwarden]

The Quote Book

John 'Soap' MacTavish x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Summary- Price and Gaz keep a document of funny things Soap and Ghost have said

TW- None that I can think Of

Word Count - 1,343

[A/N: these are actually based on mine and my friends quote books! Comment and feedback are always appreciated!]

The 141 task force always had its hands full. And most of the time it wasn’t the missions that caused the headaches, rather it would be the skull-wearing, pun-totting menace and his utterly obsessed demolitions expert who would set the entire base on fire given the first chance. So after many memorable moments with the duo, Gaz and Price decided it would be appropriate to create a “Quote Book” for them. Gaz’s reason was that they were just too unpredictable not to. Price’s reason was more wholesome. He wanted to keep a record of fun moments for the inevitable wedding that would occur for the two task force members. Here is a short compilation of the most memorable moments.

- -

They had just gotten back from a small scouting run that had unfortunately taken way more effort to complete than previously thought. It had rained the entire time ensuring they were all miserable for the entire duration. So when they had finally gotten back to a nice and dry base, Gaz hoped that they would all cool off their tempers in time for dinner. But he had never been lucky in his life, why would it start now? 

Heading down to the group's private kitchen/ mess hall Gaz had high hopes to finally get some nice warm home-cooked food in his stomach. One can only eat so many MREs before they’d rather eat dirt. When he entered the room he could feel the annoyance rolling off Ghost's form. Taking a quick glance around he noted they were all cleaned up and in casual clothing. What was weird is that Soap was sporting a white shirt rather than his usual blue or gray. Whatever, he probably didn’t have any clean clothes; Soap hated doing laundry. Gaz continued on into the kitchen where Price was turned to the oven cooking spaghetti. 

“Evening Gaz.” Price greeted over his shoulder. He moved to grab an oven mitt, pulling garlic bread from the oven. It smelled amazing.

“Sup’ Captain. Need anything?” He was in here already and to be completely honest, he really didn’t want to deal with what would surely be an explosive situation with Soap and Ghost. 

Priced turned to him, he was wearing an apron that read Kiss The Cook. It was a corny gift from the boys for Fathers day. Everyone jokes about Captain Price and his ‘overgrown sons’. Gaz smiled fondly, ready to make a joke at the captain's expense but was interrupted by the raised voice of Ghost from the dinner table. 

“How about I stab you.” There was seriousness in the statement. The next set of noise was  the clatter of a chair falling over and an audible struggle. The two men in the kitchen just looked at each other and sighed. Price began cleaning his hands, probably to get ready to break up the on-going fight.  

A plea in the form of a nervous chuckle came from Soap, “Aye come on L.T! Please don't stab me, I'm wearing a white shirt - my only white shirt.” Gaz walked around the wall that divided the different areas. The scene before him would be amusing any other day if it weren’t for the legitimate anger behind Ghost’s skull clad mask. Soap was holding his chair in front of him like it would deter the taller man. Ghost had rolled his sleeves up and his fists were clenching and unclenching, like he was trying to restrain himself from swinging on the sergeant. 

“Perhaps you should have thought of that before provoking me.” 

Ghost took a step towards the man trying to defend himself with the chair but was intercepted by the captain; a disapproving frown on his face. 

“You two can either take this to the training room or you can fix the mess you made and eat some damn dinner.” There wasn’t really any choice to be had. Ghost stepped back and picked up his chair. Soap put his chair back and they both sat down, refusing to look at each other. Gaz laughed under his breath, whatever, that's fine for now. 

- -

Gaz was on his way to the training rooms when he overheard/ encountered this:

The rapid chant of something could be heard coming from the rec room. As Gaz paused it began to take the form of: "Amongus Amongus Amongus Amongus Amongus Amongus Amongus." An unmistakable Scottish accent. 

Not being the one to miss out on stupid shenanigans, Gaz entered the room to see Soap sitting on the pool table with his phone in his hands. The man looked absolutely enthralled with what was unfolding on his device. The chant continued. That’s when he saw a movement from the corner of the room. Ghost was laid out on the couch, winding up for a throw, a book still in the hand about to be thrown. 

The book flew across the room, hitting Soap square in the back of the head. A bewildered Soap spun around and stared at the man, who still looked calm as ever. 

"Shut the fuck up Johnny."

Soap got up and grabbed the book, handing it back to the L.T and then sat on top of Ghost’s outstretched legs. Ghost didn’t do anything about it other than rest his hand on Soaps leg and continued reading. They hadn’t even acknowledged he had entered the room. 

So, Gaz turned on his heels and walked right back out. What the fuck had he just witnessed.

- -

Laying face down on the floor of a safe house somewhere in the middle of the woods was Ghost. And Soap, although he was much more animated than his counterpart. Price, who sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room could tell Ghost was exhausted. He could also tell Soap was about to start something. Soap crawled over to Ghost and laid himself across Ghost’s back, forming an X. If Ghost was annoyed he made no move to acknowledge it. They stayed like that for around half an hour if the clock on the wall was accurate. 

Eventually Ghost rolled over, taking Soap with him. Soap now laid on top of the man’s chest. Soap looked up at Ghost’s face and asked, “Can you even breathe L.T?”  

“Meh, I accept my death.” 

Soap grinned and Price could tell he was scheming. “Does that mean you accept this?” Soap moved his hands towards Ghost’s ribs like he was going to attempt to tickle him. Ghost shot into action, yelling “ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT I ACCEPT DEATH NOT A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH!” He threw Soap off him in the direction of where Price sat. Price could only shake his head at the man that now laid at his feet. 

- -

The sergeants of the 141 were talking in the meeting room while waiting for the others to arrive so they could begin the debrief. Contrary to the rest of the base’s belief, they were almost always the first to any meetings. 

Soap had been the one to start the conversation so he had to see it through. Gaz was droning on about some quarrel that happened with his neighbors while he was on leave. Soap sat there occasionally asking questions or making small comments about how the neighbor was in the wrong. 

All was fine until Ghost walked in wearing a tight fitting long sleeved muscle shirt. Suddenly Soap couldn’t focus on anything the other man was saying. It took Gaz snapping his fingers in front of Soap’s face to get him to pay attention. “Huh, yeah what.” Soap turned back to Gaz. The man wore a face that said that he knew everything. 

“What’s wrong Soap? A hot man enters the room and suddenly you can’t hear?” He teased, his eyes flitting to Ghost then to Soap. Soap was now bright red in the face. 

“Ah away and biel yer heid.”

- -

Now this snippet was heard over the coms by everyone.

“That's not how chloroform works.” - Soap

“No but that's how the lack of oxygen to the brain works, Johnny” - Ghost

[sirjuggles]

Worm Reading - Part 5, Arc 5 Hive

Back at it! Taking notes as I go this time, so expect more short reactions to individuals moments/sentences.

Ahhh a good ol’ Bad Guy Council Meeting! We get our first looks at a whole bunch of the other villains in this town. Interesting to see where the Undersiders fall on the power scale: clearly above lowlifes like Skidmark, but otherwise pretty low on the hierarchy. I’d assume our team could mayyyybe go toe-to-toe with Faultline’s crew but it depends on who gets the drop. Would definitely lose to Kaiser’s crew. Coil is very interesting, but I’d assume his hi-tech goons could overpower the Undersiders. Trickster and his team are interesting out-of-towners, but I’d assume if they’re surviving on the road they’re capable of taking care of themselves.

I do feel like I’ve seen the name Faultline crop up in Worm Fandom posts in the past, so I feel like this character may end up being important? I don’t remember in what capacity though. Curious to see what her powers are.

Ok, once again we see Brian being abusive towards Rachel. And I get that he thinks it’s justified. But just from the language he uses you can tell this is something he gets from his dad. I don’t like it. If the only way you can control someone is with violence, does that make it ok?

Hero names “Assault” and “Battery” ugh it’s such a terrible pun. I hate it and it’s perfect.

We haven’t seen Shadow Stalker in action yet but as Grue’s nemesis I am covertly half-rooting for her. I hope she’s cool, I hope she kicks ass.

Lol hell yeah punch Emma in the face! Nothing good will probably come of this but frankly it’s been a long time coming.

Aww good job Danny, your girl needed a hug. I think that’s about as well as he could have handled that.

Oooh ok we’re going into a parent meeting at school about the bullying issue. Predictions: Danny is going to try and stand up for Taylor. He might blow up in a full rage outburst, he’s been holding that in for a long time. I don’t think they’ll actually have any success within the system though, Emma and her dad and their posse are too secure to face consequences here. However, if this goes really bad, I can see Taylor tip past the point of using her powers, which would be a disaster but would be a huge leap forward for the story, forcing her powers into the open and causing all sorts of interesting consequences.

Wow ok that went almost exactly how I expected. I had some hope at the beginning that all the documentation and obvious severity of abuse would tip the scales, but of course not. So we have yet again postponed Taylor going supernova on her bullies with her powers. I am becoming more and more convinced that’s the only way this is going to end.

Ok, we’re in the middle of the team-up raid on the ABB warehouse. Oni Lee is absolutely terrifying, honestly I’m not sure how you pin down someone with that sort of powerset. Hopefully he tires out at some point, but even then I assume he would just escape. The ability to bring items/weapons with him as he teleports and duplicates is super powerful as well. EDIT OH THAT WORKS ON THE BUGS TOO.

Ok Warehouse Raid is still ongoing, but Taylor has just demonstrated to Coil, Faultline, and Trickster’s teams that she can step up and take leadership to salvage a bad situation. I think that will not go unnoticed.

The eyeballs thing is BRUTAL and we are hardcore supporting my previous point!

Great job in the fight, great job on the outcome, top marks all around!

Awww Rachel is making a friend and doesn’t know how to feel about it.

Ok yeah vindication #CutRachelSomeSlack

Interlude 5: Gregor the Snail - Ok, some interesting worldbuilding. I like basically everyone on Faultline’s crew, especially... no yeah pretty much all of them. This definitely seems like the kind of group who can both notice and appreciate how Taylor handled the Warehouse situation.

Most interesting development here is the introduction of a potential person/group creating new parahumans. I had a suspicion this topic would crop up. It is, frankly, very well-tread ground for modern superhero media. I suspect in this case the answer will be not nearly as simple as it first seems. There is almost guaranteed to be some sort of consequence or side effect for handing out powers.

[fourtyfourcatss]

Hello! I saw that matchup trades were open, and I thought I'd offer you one on my side blog @courtofmatchups

I'd like to send one in for Twisted Wonderland for an OC if that's cool

How Saima describes themself: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time. I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold). Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in low ponytails because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk)

-> for saima !

[i’ll be using both sets of pronouns for her] — hope you enjoy!

twst ✦ silver

✦ saima has captured the heart of… silver!

✦ the first meeting is embarrassing for both parties; saima is waving their hand around wildly at the courtyard while chastising ace, and at the very same moment, ruggie is rushing to get leona’s lunch to the savanaclaw dorm, and runs right into silver. he trips, and saima end up wacking his face. hard. and then, since he was in the midst of falling, he hits the ground extra hard. then grimm, who had been on saima’s shoulders panicked, and saima losing balance on the uneven grass, falls down onto silver. its not a romantic position at all….

✦ after the apologies, neither of them could really let the situation go, small as it is. there was so many people around! everyone was looking! silver feels shame at how he did not notice ruggie, or even dodge saima’s flurry of hands. it was unbefitting of someone with knightly conducts. usually, he does not get so worked up so easily, but in particular, he had always wanted to give a good impression upon malleus’ friend, and now because of his tired disposition… 🙁

✦ buuttt it all works out in the end ✨ eventually, the two of them get a moment of time together, and tie off the embarrassing first impressions to start anew a very contrasting friendship! a man with a fatigued countenance and an upbeat prefect! though, it seems that while silver still seems to doze off here and there, he can still reply and recall what saima has said even while he was in a daze! how odd..

✦ silver greatly admires saima’s values in family and the way she is viewing the world, brightened in optimism and trying their hardest! he himself can understand the amount of love and drive that is given with the meaning behind every action. the appreciation they have for one another runs deep, extremely so the more and more they learn of each other and their pasts. he can see how diligent and endearing she is as a person, trying to improve any aspect — though, he isnt too partial to horrifying facts 😨

✦ he doesnt need a therapist, meaning they dont have to exhaust that extra emotional energy. he’s extremely good at listening though, so he will definitely be someone to confide in for saima! they can tackle vulnerable situations together no problem! he’s not too good at comfort, but he will try, and saima can definitely pick themselves back up

✦ absolutely watches anime and abridged fairy tales with saima! as long as he doesn’t need to do much, he’ll definitely be an active participant (as much as he can). he isnt too good with video games or the like, so saima uses it as a bonding activity for the two of them!

✦ theyre just the sweetest, spinning cotton candy with interactions. saima definitely tones down her voice to whisper in his ears to test if silver is awake or not. it sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. but oh, he absolutely adores their voice.

[cilil]

Author's Note: My first fic for FOTFics spicy bingo, starting off with a bang (pun intended).

Huge thanks to @melkors-big-tits for the request as well as providing me with some lovely ideas, which is why this turned out longer than intended. Hope you enjoy!♡

ೃ♡⁀➷ Spicy Bingo: Webcam + Angbang ৎ୭

"Look how pretty you are today," he says. "All dolled up, just for me." 

ৎ୭ Synopsis: Melkor and Mairon record a fun little performance for their cam show

ৎ୭ Featuring: top Mairon, bottom Melkor, lingerie, solo performance, masturbation, dirty talk, Ainur in the modern world

ৎ୭ Oneshot (~1.3k)

"You look so beautiful like this, my precious," Mairon praises as he readjusts the lighting, making sure the set-up is perfect; only the best is good enough for his beloved, after all. 

Melkor looks absolutely gorgeous, reclining on the bed with a heap of black and red fluffy pillows behind him, legs spread and presenting the outfit Mairon picked out for him. He's wearing a tight leather crop top with an oval-shaped cutout to show off his chest, its edges adorned with little teeth to give the impression of a monster's jaws, and skimpy leather panties decorated with fangs at his hips and a little devil's tail. Tight leather stockings enhance the alluring, muscular shape of his legs, two horns stick out from his wild mane of hair and a collar is around his neck, proudly displaying a red jewel in the shape of an eye–letting everyone know who he belongs to. 

Once he's content with the set-up, Mairon returns to the laptop placed on a small table in front of the bed and removes the cover from the webcam's lens. They're planning to record another one of their cam shows, though this will be Melkor's first solo performance. Whether they end up sharing it with their loyal followers or not remains to be seen, but he looks forward to watching his husband pleasure himself for him nonetheless. 

"Do you know where the oil and the toys are, dear?" Mairon asks, making sure to keep his tone calm and even. 

Melkor seems a little nervous, but visibly lights up upon hearing his voice and pats one of the pillows at his side. 

"All here."

"And how do you feel? Ready or do you need anything?" 

After a moment of consideration, he shakes his head. Mairon rewards him with a radiant smile, showing how proud he is of his beloved. 

"Wonderful. Would you like to begin then, precious?" 

Melkor nods and bites his bottom lip, looking slightly flustered when a tiny red light signals the beginning of the recording. His eyes find Mairon's, seeking reassurance, and the Maia is all too happy to take control of the situation. 

"Look how pretty you are today," he says. "All dolled up, just for me." 

"Yes... only for you," Melkor confirms eagerly, and his toes curl when he shifts on the bed. The attention he receives, both from the camera being on him and his husband's appreciative gaze, appears to excite him, causing his cock to harden and strain against the tight panties. 

Fortunately for him, Mairon is feeling merciful. "Spread those lovely legs for me and touch yourself."

Yet when Melkor attempts to slip a hand underneath the fabric, he shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. His beloved may be utterly gorgeous, but that doesn't mean he's going to let him off all too easily. "Oh no, precious, not like this, not yet. Keep your hand where I can see it." 

"Not fair," the Vala whines, but does as he's been told. 

Mesmerised, Mairon watches every movement of his hand, first shyly caressing his hardening cock through the fabric, then growing bolder and more insistent. Melkor's eyes are half-lidded and his cheeks blush as his arousal increases with every second; such teasing touches are not enough, and they both know it, yet his needy little whimpers and eyes silently pleading for more is such a wonderful image. 

"How does it feel, love?" Mairon questions after a while, nearly purring with delight. His fingers twitch impatiently on the keyboard, but he forces himself to remain calm. 

"T-tight," Melkor answers, his voice quivering as his panties strain to accommodate his growing erection. 

"Would you like to undress a little for me?" 

"Yes-!" 

He nearly tears the fabric to shreds in his eagerness to free himself, and Mairon makes sure the webcam gets a good view of his husband's beautiful cock, so hard and ready just for him. The thought excites him, making it increasingly difficult to stay focused on his task, though he tries his best. 

"Spread your legs more, let me see that cute little hole of yours," he coos, and oh, does he want to see it, wants to watch it twitch and clench around his husband's fingers, a toy or–ideally–his own cock; but that will have to wait for later. 

Obediently, Melkor spreads his legs more and readjusts his position to expose his hole, his blush darkening when he sees the Maia's hungry gaze on him. 

"That's it," Mairon says, desire seeping into his voice. "So pretty and pink and longing to be filled, isn't that right, my precious?" 

"Yes... my love... want you..." Melkor breathes and starts sucking on his fingers, eager and impatient to continue, looking up at him through his eyelashes to gauge his reaction. 

"Prepare yourself for me," Mairon orders.

He has to suppress a moan as he watches his husband working himself open, first with two fingers, then three, then four. Diligently, Melkor retrieves the bottle of oil from its hiding place under the pillow and adds a generous amount to his fingers, losing himself in his task of preparing himself. His eyes roll back, and he sinks back into the pillows, moving his hips to increase friction. Oh, he is beyond gorgeous like this, but Mairon has more planned for this show. 

"So good for me, my love," he praises, shifting on his seat when his own pants begin feeling tight. "Now be a dear and use one of your toys. Show me how you take care of yourself, hm?" 

Melkor merely nods in response and produces a certain object from the heap of pillows, a golden, phallic-shaped toy that Mairon recognizes all too well–it's a replica of his own cock, a special gift he made for his husband to keep him company when he isn't there. What an excellent choice. 

The Vala's hands shake slightly as he coats the toy in oil until it glistens with wetness, and muscles twitch when he pushes it inside, starting thrust almost frantically. A loud, helpless moan falls from his lips. 

"Go on, precious, tell me how it feels," Mairon purrs, one hand slipping underneath the table to relieve some of the pressure between his legs with a couple of idle strokes. 

"What does it do to you?" 

"I-it feels... just like your c-cock... fucking me s-so good... h-hitting all my g-good spots..." 

Melkor's cheeks appear to be glowing as he faces his husband, shy and turned on at the same time. While he tends to be rather vocal when they fuck, this is the first time he's been asked to describe the sensations he's experiencing, but Mairon can tell that he likes it. 

"That's right. You would love to have my cock inside you, wouldn't you? Let me hear all those pretty noises, and I might give it to you later." 

"Y-ye–ngh–yes! Please!" 

His movements become quicker and more erratic, eyes glossing over with lust as he continues to take care of himself. Watching Melkor using a toy modelled after himself, wearing a collar with his symbol and moaning so beautifully for him has Mairon becoming feral, pressing his lips together to stifle his own noises and touching himself under the table. His husband is doing such a wonderful job for him and he decides he deserves a reward for his efforts. 

"Are you going to cum for me, precious?" he asks. His voice sounds strained, but he can't be bothered to care right now. 

"Yes, I-I'm... so close–" 

"And what do we say when we want to cum?"

"P-plea–ah! Please!" 

Their eyes meet and Mairon smirks, glowing with pride and satisfaction. 

"You may." 

And Melkor does, as if he's been waiting to finally receive permission, back arching and eyes closing while spilling copious amounts of cum all over himself and the sheets around him. Such a lovely performance, and everything is captured on his lucky laptop. Mairon smiles, pleased and content. Whether the footage ends up becoming one of their shows remains to be seen, but he knows he'll be keeping it for himself either way. 

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[pretty-house-pretty-garden]

Queerplatonic (media) Partner Appreciation!!

Hehehe I was feelin silly!!

Giggles!!

I loooove love love Krow so so much! So much!

I neeeed to see my husband (krow canonmate) again grrr

But anyways! A few memories and art i wanted to share

One time in B clearing we were all making bracelets and other crafts around the campfire.. we used a few pretty rocks and such for them too, and it aproached me with a shiny smooth-ish rock.. vaguely shaped like a heart. It said it had found it there while looking for other stuff to use.. and thought I should have it :)! I put said rock on a bracelet and wore it all the time <3

We started "dating" in B clearing aswell. Back then we didnt really have the right terms but kinda confessed and explained to eachother how we felt and how it was like weirdly not romantic but also not like friends and everyone just agreed "ah yes secret third thing!" ... it was queerplatonic- lmao. Also we had more of a situationship than a relationship cause how we behaved around eachother really depended on our situation n such..

It wasnt big on PDA. Actually it hated it... and I respected that honestly! But there was the occasional hand holding... sometimes it just defending me verbally was enough. Yes, it was quick to violence which I didn't agree with, but I honestly felt genuinly safe around it. It would always stand up for me and defend my name with tooth and nail. (Pun intended..) Made me feel really appreciated :]! So loyal <3

It was such a good friend, too. Super fun to have around! But specially can always trust it with things, it was super helpful and made all my duties as a leader so much more easier! It was rlly community oriented and I really appreciated it for that. Specially cause I could tell it put the efford into being so nice to others, and it really liked our friends.

I remember in one timeline where admitedly halo boy was way more okay than in other of my canons- I was still mad at him for being rude and an asshole to my sister... He treated Graecie so horrible and she didn't even realize cus he acted all "nice" and stuff afterwards.. grr... ANYWAYS but about Krow.. Yeah so I was mad and taking my anger out on a training dummy Owen had outside his house. Krow found me and offered to go into the maze to kill some monsters and get my rage out for real!! So we did :D! We were okay dw. But erm yeah I hope Owen doesnt see this (we legit went in w/o telling anyone or flipping our levers.. oops..) BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN!! It was a great way to let out my emotions without harming anyone :]

I remember watching the stars with it.. specially back in our clearing, but even in A we sat down sometimes together and would cuddle with a blanket and hot cocoa outside and just watch the night sky, away from everyone else..

We were one of those more "rom looking" qprs... cus in our more private and affectionate moments we'd hold hands, hug, cuddle and even kiss.. yes on the lips... it was so soft tho<3 hehehe

Owen, even before going crazyyyyyy, didn't rlly like Krow... he didnt want us to hang out too much at times cus of how violent and opinionated Krow was.. oh boy who's gonna tell him... giggles!!

Anyways look! Art i did of us!!

Also have art of Krowella (i call her Ella). Cause i also have a canon where she existed and I met her.. giggles! Oh and also a canon where both existed? Which is rlly funny cus I was a bit sad but kind of accepted Krow didn't care about loosing me as much as I cared about it.... and then Ella showed up and started being all flirty with me and bro was like OH GIRL ITS ON SIGHT. Giggles...

+ last picture is a doodle i did of krow and I for yuri day! And my silly lil bracelets hehe, including the one with the rock krow have me :]

[bookishjules]

here's the thing. leo once understood what it was like to be loved and feel deserving of it (or at least not undeserving). his mom made sure of that. and between the two of them and the machine shop.. that was all leo needed. this small corner of the world where he belonged. where there was a leo-sized space just for him.

leo was only eight when all of that came crashing down around him. suddenly no one wanted him. he was an outcast, a villian. unworthy of love or peace. and it wasn't just his aunt rosa or his various terrible foster homes and other living situations. that understanding of his identity had become woven into his own view of himself. he was the one who'd caused the fire. he was the one who couldn't save esperanza. he was the one who had torn down everything good in the world.

and so he ran. he ran and ran. never feeling like he belonged anywhere because how could he? he belonged with a woman and a machine shop. but that doesn't stop him from wanting it. yearning for it. for a place to be and to feel complete again. i think.. i think subconsciously, he thinks that that's all he needs so solve his problem of not belonging--a woman and a machine shop.

when he finds bunker nine, complete with that drawing of the argo ii he'd made as a kid, it feels like the first big step. and of course after that, he does start to feel a bit more like he'd have a place among his friends. but his friends also have each other. in fact, the more friends he makes, the more he sees just how everyone seems to belong more with their romantic partner. and he needs that. he needs to belong.

so when he shows up at calypso's island, when they fall for each other and talk about opening up a machine shop.. it's like . here it is. here is where he belongs. calypso is his woman. and he's not going to lose this new world he's finally able to feel like he has a place in. so he figures out a way to return. the first time he's really returned anywhere. because here is a woman who loves him.

and how does he return to her? by sacrificing himself to gaea, to the fire. by dying by the hand of what really killed his mom. put in the simplest way, he suffered the same fate as esperanza. and then he came back to life, and in reviving himself, he was almost a proxy for reviving her. reviving the esperanza that lived inside leo and carried that hope (pun not intended, but appreciate) back into life with him.

and how can that not feel almost like a blessing.. like i'll live for us, mom. i'll recreate the world i helped destroy. finally, i'll belong somewhwhere. i'll be home again.

having a lot of thoughts about leo's death and calypso and esperanza and righting wrongs and a skewed sense of belonging..

[myblorbojunao]

Santa Baby

Summary: Except for one huge problem: the guy you hired to dress up as Santa to surprise everyone in your workplace ditched you that afternoon. Time was running out before the party, so your boyfriend volunteered to help out.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Boyfriend!Rindou looking like a holiday snacc in a Santa costume. So many Christmas puns. Unprotected sex in an established relationship. Sex in public place i guess. Female bodied reader.

🔓RAN 🔓RINDOU 🔓 MIKEY 🔒IZANA

Word count: 2.1k

a/n: hello this is a part of my special holiday collection with my favs, idk if i should be pleased or alarmed that this fic basically wrote itself, i had so much fun coming up with these jokes why am i like this lol. anyways I hope you enjoy!

You wish your last coworker a pleasant holiday and wave them off as they leave. You have no idea what drove you to take on the burden of planning this year's office Christmas party, but you're glad you did since everyone had a great time.

All would have gone according to plan if not for the fact that the person you had hired to dress as Santa and surprise everyone had cancelled that afternoon. Your boyfriend volunteered to take on the role at the last minute.

You were very appreciative, and Rindou, who thrives in the spotlight, was a wonderful addition to the celebration, taking photos and chatting with your co-workers in character.

You've just locked the front door and are returning to the empty conference room where you've been holding meetings, to mentally sort through the remaining tasks before you can finally go home. You pause at the entranceway and grin fondly at Rindou, who is still dressed in Santa and is doing some unasked-for chair stacking in the corner.

“Great party, Y/N,” he chirps when he sees you. “Everyone had such a great time, you might not get a lump of coal this year after all.” He winks and plops his Santa hat on your head as you walk by.

“Hahaha,” you respond dryly, shaking the hat off your head. You walk over to the dessert table and start putting cellophane on the leftovers. “You know, I never realized before tonight how much you have in common with Santa? Loud laugh, looks fantastic in red… know where all the naughty girls live.”

He loudly laughs, snaking an arm around your waist as he steals a cookie off the tray you’re covering. “Aww, you know you’re my favorite ho ho ho of all,” he kisses your cheek and you both giggle stupidly. The two of you had been entertaining yourselves with these dumb Christmas jokes all evening and you’re shocked there’s still material left to mine.

Rindou tosses a few more treats onto a plate and takes a seat on the nearby couch to chat with you. Midway through the conversation, he gets up to remove his Santa coat; you’re surprised and a little confused at how much him unbuckling the thick belt interests you. He shrugs off the coat, revealing a tight white tank top underneath and you feel a familiar desire rising in you; he turns to hang the jacket on the door and you can’t help but appreciate how the costume’s pants cling to him in all the right places.

He returns to his seat to finish eating his snack and telling his story while you distractedly clean up; you try to pay attention to what he’s saying and you’re really trying not to think filthy things about him in a Santa Claus costume but you’re failing in both regards.  

He gives a loud throat clearing, and when you turn around to look at him, he's leaning back and smiling. “You really think I don’t know your ‘I’m super turned on but refuse to admit it’ face by now?” He teases you. “I’ve seen you making eyes at me all night, baby, don’t be embarrassed you still want to jingle all the way with me dressed like this.”

You shake your head, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “I have to say, I’ve never wanted Santa to stuff my stocking like this before but ‘tis the season of miracles,” you retort cleverly, liking the look of amusement and maybe even lust in his eyes.

Rindou pats his legs with a smile. “Come sit on Santa’s lap, baby, tell him everything you want,” he invites.

You only hesitate for a second before you think fuck it and bound over to him. You sit across his legs and wrap your arms around his neck, promptly pulling him into what you intended to be a lusty kiss but you have to pull back to comment after only a few seconds. “It’s very Santa of you to taste like cookies,” you chuckle.

He grins at you, murmuring approvingly as you trace his lips with your tongue, tasting sugar, cinnamon and chocolate. He nibbles at your lips before moving to kiss them, picking up where you left off.

Your kisses are playful and unhurried but grow unmistakably hungrier as time goes on. Rindou’s hands remain uncharacteristically polite, one sweetly running through your hair, the other lightly tracing designs on your knee.

You smile into his kiss when you realize he’s leaving it up to you to determine where this leads, seeing as you’re at your workplace; you decide to declare your interest by slowly rocking in his lap. It only takes a moment for him to respond to your actions by shifting you to straddle him, ensuring your movement results in better friction for the both of you.

You lick into his mouth as you move against him, feeling him get harder and harder through the thin fabric underneath you.

He toys with the buttons on your blouse, briefly pulling away to raise his eyebrows, silently asking if you were comfortable with his intention. Your whispered “yeah” as you pull him back to you has him groaning into your mouth.

His fingers nimbly unfasten your buttons and his mouth immediately attaches to the tops of your breasts. “Always love you in lace, darlin’,” he comments as he plays with your nipples through your bra. “A little sexy for the office but I’m not complaining.” He chuckles as he traces along the balconette cups with his tongue.

You moan, running your fingers through his hair before tugging his head back so you can focus your attention on his neck. You feel him smile against your touch as you murmur, “Planned to make a move on you after the party,” you confess, gasping at how the seam of your pants catches on his hardness just right, delivering a jolt to your clit. “Figured I’d have to wait ‘til we got home but I’m not complaining.”

Rindou giggles with delight, reaching around to grip your ass and press you down tighter on him. “Who knew you were so eager to be Santa’s little helper?” He teases, giving you a light swat. You smirk and speed up your hips just to get a reaction out of him and he very quickly stills you with a groan. “We’ve either gotta stop this or start fucking, baby, you moving like that is about to make it a White Christmas in these pants,” he chortles loudly at his own joke.

“It is remarkable that I still want to fuck you even when you say shit like that,” you roast him, standing up to remove your pants. He grins and grabs your hips where you stand, kissing over your stomach, making his way down to the wet spot at the front of your panties.

You let him lick you through your underwear for a few seconds before you sit back down, this time getting on all fours beside him, bracing yourself against the arm of the couch. “Here I am ready to let you deck my halls and you’re making jokes when you could be getting your dick out,” you rib him before tossing a flirty look over your shoulder. “Come fuck me already.”

“Well… that’s definitely naughty list behavior, my dear,” he snarks, sitting up to deliver a playful smack to each of your ass cheeks.

You hear him shuffling and you turn to see him taking his pants down just far enough to pull himself out through his boxers. You feel a rush of pride at seeing his cock so ready for you, angry and glistening; you reach for him, using the precum to stroke his length, licking your lips when you hear him softly groan your name. You can’t help yourself and bend down to flick your tongue over his slit, needing just a taste of him before you get back in position.

You feel Rindou behind you as his fingers sweep your panties to the side and drag through your wetness, reaching up to tap at your clit before moving back down to tease your entrance. As you roll your hips in his direction, he removes his hand and replaces it with the tip of his cock. After gliding through your folds a few times, he pushes in, and you let out a sigh of satisfaction.

With surprising rapidity, he thrusts into you, his grasp on your hips tightening as he picks up speed. You relax your head on the arm of the couch and close your eyes, your mind racing from the rush of pleasure and excitement.

“Yes, Rindou… been thinking about this all night,” you murmur into the furniture.

“Love that you couldn’t wait ‘til we got home, baby,” he huffs, sounding more spent than you expected. “Love knowing that you need my cock that bad.”

You push yourself back up on your hands and start moving back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. “Always want it, baby,” you confess, whimpering as his length hits just where you need. “Fuck…always want to be full of you.”

He strokes his fingers down your back and you’re glad you’re wearing such a thin blouse because you can feel the heat of his touch through the light fabric. The two of you lose yourselves in the moment, speaking only in low moans and gasps; the slick, slapping sounds of your bodies moving together blend with the hum of the conference room's fluorescent lights to create a chorus you know you won't be able to get out of your head the next time you take a meeting in there.

It's clear from the tone of his voice that he's getting closer when he growls your name; you want to reach down to your clit to climax with him. Whether you made a frustrated sound or Rindou is simply that in tune with you, the next thing you know, he has you up by your waist and leaning back against him, thrusting fiercely as he slips a hand between your thighs.

“Ready to cum for me, darlin’?” He whispers seductively, but you don't have time to respond to it as he massages your clit, overwhelming your senses with pleasure. You cry out as your body shakes in his hold and his hips stutter as he begins to follow you over the edge; he gives you one, two, three final strokes, moans at how tightly your walls hold him, and then he spills inside you.

Both of you are speechless and gasping for air, so you stand motionless for a second before twisting slightly to take his mouth in a gentle, grateful kiss. He pulls away, pecking your lips one last time before he pulls out, smirking at the whine you always give at how empty you feel without him inside you. The office couch is in danger of becoming visibly stained, so he hastily hands you a stack of napkins from the table and you two work together to wipe up the mess.

“Thanks for everything tonight, baby,” you say dreamily, buttoning your blouse back up. “Helping with the party, helping with the afterparty… it was fun.”

Rindou laughs as he tosses you your pants. “Aww, Y/N. You know I’d do anything to give you a happy holiday,” he says suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

You pull on your pants and shake your head. “Think we’ve hit the bottom of the barrel with this humor, Rin,” you snort. “Gotta be honest, I really appreciate you holding back on the ‘here cums Santa Claus’ jokes right now.”

He laughs heartily. “You’ve gotta give me some credit here.” He pulls you to his side and cuddles you close.

“Oh I do,” you tilt your head up and give him a flirty kiss. “In fact, when we get home I might need to spread my holiday cheer for you again.“

Rindou giggles as he walks away to grab your coats so you can head out. You give a light smack to his ass, still looking delicious in those tight red pants; he whips his head in reaction and you respond with a wink, "Well, what do ya say, Santa Baby?”

[virginburial]

༅༚˳ . April Picks ♱ May Announcements. ˳༚༅༚

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Hello everyone! Welcome to my first little fic recommendation post ≧◡≦ !!! first and foremost, I have been absent and haven't posted much in the past two weeks or so. I had exams (that I still did poorly on) and I had a lot of requests to dig through. I also am active on the #Marvelrp and #Screamrp Instagram community (my main rp account is @/spacehimbo (MCU) and @/stabsubreddit (scream) if anyone is curious) and i've just been pregaming how active both communities will be in the next upcoming weeks. I also got carried away with writing my original work ヽ(^◇^*)/ aside from that, I felt like I was already oversaturating my account with one-shots in such a short period of time.

another thing I want to say is to thank you for 200 followers! we are already pretty close to the 300 mark, which I'm very blown away by. as well as my first one-shot is pretty much on track to hitting 2K notes; like I said, super cool !! thank you, guys!

I saw a couple of other writers and readers give out recommendations, I don't read a whole lot because my attention span is painfully short, but when I do read I like to give credit to the author. I have a growing platform on here so I feel like this is just a good time to appreciate some of my favorites i've read in April, as well as support the writers !! these are in no specific order ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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♡ Let the Devil Out by The Writing Doll @thewritingdoll this is a dark fic and I would not recommend it if CNC freaks you out. however, I totally get writing dark fics. I struggle with PTSD relating to mass shootings and guns so situations where there is a gun and I'm in control (like playing PUBG or Valorant or just watching Zack Synder's SuckerPunch and other female-led action/horror movies where they stand up to their ab*sers so I can live vicariously through them) makes me feel at ease sometimes. this happens to be one of the better dark fics i found, the ending really is the pretty pink bow on this; but Matt Murdock dirty talking makes this fic a ten.

♡ Bumpy Ride by Laters-Gators @laters-gators the fact that this is called 'bumpy ride' in itself is so funny to me, my humor is absolutely shattered. Also I like submissive Steven Grant. me and submissive Steven Grant are friends. I also like the idea of teasing someone so hard they cream their pants. but maybe that's just me. would read again if i'm stuck in the car again.

♡ Oh Honey Honey by Pink-Baby-Girl @pink-baby-girl despite what my blog shows you, i'm not that much of a bucky girl. but this fic might as well jump off the fucking screen and call me a liar. two things i learned about myself while reading this; i am a whore, and i also have been craving cupcakes for the past two weeks without noticing. bucky girls, this is a treat, pun intended.

♡ Cardigan by Parkers3 @parkers3 "Now that's what I call a great fucking breakfast!"

♡ Kyphi by Clints-Lucky-Arrow @clints-lucky-arrow i think we can all agree that druig doing mind control is sexy, i'm sorry but there is nothing hotter than druig calling me a goddess and a whore all in the same sentence. also the way anon asked for this had me flustered and laughing for two whole minutes. i love when anons ask for super detailed fics - they really get detailed and its hilarious. great fic, would read again

♡ Sins of the Mind by Vigilanteh @vigilanteh i already reblogged this one so i'll try to keep this brief; nothing is fucking funnier than someone watching their significant other take their microdose of amphetamine and being like "that's hot". it made reading the rest of this fic pretty fun. would read again!

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I will be posting a Marc Spector and a Villanelle one shot as soon as i can. I hope you guys have an awesome day and an awesome may!