#i know i'm late for this submission i'm sorry xD

[violetosprey]

Are they're anymore types? I'm writing a fanfic and love combining Yandere types.

Hello there. Very sorry for the late response, but I don't frequent tumblr consistently like I used to. I did see this ask finally a couple of days ago, but I'm sad to say that I don't feel like I can give as energetic a response as I usually do. It could be my mood right now, but I myself even just try to look at different lists people make for yanderes to get a broader idea. Making my own concrete list is something that just seemed too daunting a task for me. Especially because some types may blend into others, or you might see some some types as subsets of others. I can't even tackle the MBTI yandere types. Just throwing out different descriptive types that COULD summarize a yandere type (either as the main trait, or combined with other traits:

Possessive, Dominant, Submissive, Social vs. Anti-social, Worshipper, Sadistic (if you believe this a type), Manipulative, Desperate, Insecure, Narcissistic, Oblivious/Delusional, Dreamer, Over-the-top Romantic, Redeemed, Self-Aware, and protagonist vs. antagonist or "good yandere" vs. "villain yandere." Just to name a few. Most common yandere character types I see are: the childhood friend, someone the S/O "saved" in the past, the "love at first sight" character, the Ceo/King/Important Knight, the killer, the kouhai, and the senpai. Current favorite type is a character who does NOT start out as a yandere, but after getting to know the S/O for some time, slowly turn into one. As a yandere horror lover, this is wild to see happen with a naturally antagonistic character at the start of the story if the S/O, you know...doesn't FORGET how awful the yandere was to start with once they start courting them XD Good test of an author's ability to make smart S/O's but also dabble in complicated relationships.

I don't know if this helped, but Happy Holidays regardless!

[life-is-not-daijoubu-0]

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[healpeony]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐭. 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈. 𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; After having that little talk with Armin in the party, Y/n just have to remind Eren who he belongs to.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 + 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; mature, 18+, series, fanfiction.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; Profane, reader gets called mistress, slapping, degradation, vaginal penetrative sex, hand job, edging, pet names, alcohol, sub Eren, dom reader.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3.5k

Notes; this took longer to write than I expected, I wanted to try and use new words and not the same ones each time so it was a little difficult xd. I hope you guys enjoy reading it. sorry for any mistakes.

THE RESTING BITCH FACE THAT YOU HAD wasn't caused by the loud music that was going on in the party busting loud through the speakers, it was the fact that Armin was speaking to Eren making those lovely (and lust) filled eyes that the brunette failed to notice. You hated how the blonde looked at Eren, couldn't Armin understand that Eren was yours?

"Y/n, are you listening?"

The sudden sound of your name coming out of Eren's mouth took your attention away from Armin — who you realize was making eye contact with you returning the same look you were giving him — Eren of course not noticing. Turning towards the teal eyed boy, you stared at him with an apologetic look for not having heard him.

"Sorry, what was that, love? I didn't quite catch it"

"Armin was asking if you would like a refill of wine?" Eren asked putting an arm around your smaller frame

"Sure, Armin!"

You smiled, a little too sweet. Armin returned the same smile before looking at Eren "What would you like?" his voice as soft as a feather

imbecile.

"I want a glass of whis-"

"I think that is enough Eren, you have drunk way too much already"

Eren was about to protest, but when you gave him a stern look it made him shut up immediately. Armin didn't fail to notice this, softly humming at the realization — Eren was submissive towards you despite his stubborn and dom energy infront of others.

"I'll get the drinks for us then" Armin said before leaving the you both alone

"Y/n...." Eren whined "Why can't I drink?!"

"Because I said so, don't get started with that bratty attitude"

"But I just had two glasses of whiskey! That is not even a lot.." he continued "You can't always tell me what to d—"

You didn't bother to look around to make sure nobody was watching — before you grabbed both side of Eren's cheeks squeezing them with one hand. You were already angry enough and here Eren was making that emotion grow with that attitude of his.

"If you don't stop right this instant, you're going to be punished right here" you told him through gritted teeth

Eren immediately shut up, only opening his mouth to let out a submissive "Sorry mistress" hanging his head low when you let go of his face

"Good boy" you murmured, taking his face in both of your hands more gently than before and kissing him sweetly on the lips

"I'm going to check if Armin needs any help"

You were absolutely not going to let that happen. The thought of Eren alone with that man made you feel something so pathetic and childish, Jealousy why would you feel that, when the blonde can't never take Eren away from you.

Eren did not feel the same for Armin. That was what you kept telling yourself.

"I'll check, you stay here"

You stood up walking towards the kitchen passing by a lot of the drunk young adults. The smell was disgusting, you obviously expected that since the party have been going on since the afternoon and it was already night outside. Sasha sure loved planning long lasting parties, it has happened two times this month.

As you neared the kitchen you caught a glimpse of the unmistakable blonde man, he was pushing people out of his way with just a glare to get to the cabinet where the wines were located, the sleeves of his button up shirt were pushed up to his elbows.

Armin Arlert was an attractive man, anyone was lying if they said he wasn't, including you. Most of the time half of his blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, some strands falling on his face making his beautiful — yet intimidating to some — ocean eyes stand out, his signature colors being black and dark blue, those colors did made him more handsome then he already was, always making even the smallest of his features stand out.

"Are you going to stand there and glare at me forever or what?"

You rolled your eyes at the man, walking around to the other side of the kitchen counter where he was pouring some whiskey for himself while your already filled glass of wine seated in the counter. You took it bringing the blood red drink towards your lips while looking right into Armin's eyes.

You loved drinking wine, you had always liked the bittersweet taste it had and no matter how much glasses of wine you drank, it never made you that drunk. You were used to it by now.

"So what are you doing here?" he rested his hip against the counter, one arm crossed around his chest with his whiskey in the other hand

"To help, well Eren wanted to come. We both know you didn't need help bringing Whiskey and wine"

You knew exactly what Eren really wanted, you know your brunette lover like the back of your hand. For you he was an open book, It was stupid on his part to assume you didn't know why he wanted to go into the kitchen.

When the boy wanted something he was way too stubborn to let anyone tell him no, including you. He wanted to come and drink the whiskey in the kitchen while you waited for them to return in the living room couch.

Armin studied you while you were lost in the sea of thoughts, you were so easy to read even when you thought otherwise, he knew how much you disliked him and how you wanted him far away from Eren — that obviously wasn't going to happen, he knew Eren first, if anybody had to leave it was you — sometimes he would notice how you would get scare of his intimidating aura, and then cover it up with a comment.

That couldn't make him more satisfied, knowing how he can easily get a reaction from you.

"Yeah, pretty smart guy huh?" Armin said sarcastically, a chuckle coming out of his throat before drinking from his whiskey and continuing with a taunting look while gazing at you "tonight he looks really handsome, don't you think?"

He had done this many times before, he would wait until you both were alone and would tell you what he thought of Eren's looks. It was irritating and made your jealousy grow, but you always kept yourself as calm as you could just like in this situation.

"Yeah, he really is. I'm pretty sure a lot of people are jealous that I have him. Don't you think?" you smirked at him, mocking his tone

"Yeah, I'm sure. But Eren isn't an object, you don't own him and you don't have him. He's a human being" this time his voice had gone back that innocent one that made your blood boil and the intimidation seem to have disappear from his eyes

"Please tell me you two aren't fighting again"

You felt stupid. of course that was the reason of his sudden change of demeanor, Eren was there. Armin did this frequently, be talking to you in his “true self” then put up the timid and good boy facade whenever the brunette walked into the room.

"I thought I told you to stay in the living room"

Your voice was low and Eren could clearly hear the anger behind it, you didn't do this often, you would always keep your cool and never let him know about your negative feelings. It was like you wanted him to hear the anger in the tone you used, and that did nothing but scared him.

"Yeah, but you took too long..."

Eren was beginning to regret coming to the kitchen, the glare he was receiving making his knees weak, he wanted to drop down on the floor and humilate himself by apologizing to you over and over like you were his god, but his pride was too big. You mentally smirked in satisfaction when you noticed this, but your eyes remained in a glare, you loved the effect you had on him.

"I think it's getting late, we should go back home right, baby?" you had walked closer to you poor baby, playing with his key necklace

"Y—yeah, I think we should" he anxiously said, Eren knew he couldn't say no to you anyways

"Armin, it was a pleasure to talk to you" you said turning to the blonde and hugging him, whispering in his ear "Don't worry about Eren, he's going to have an incredible time for the rest of the night" you pulled away giving him a smile

You grabbed Eren's arm not giving him a chance to properly say goodbye to Armin, walking him out the kitchen and living room, making sure to avoid any of your friends on the way.

Armin stood in the kitchen holding the glass of whiskey tightly, his lips pressed hard together. Words couldn't describe how much he disliked you, from the moment he met you — since Eren had already told him, he had a crush on you before you two met — to this moment now. But there was something about you that was intoxicating, he found himself doing things that annoyed you on purpose, innocently flirting with the oblivious Eren for example.

The blonde couldn't deny the fact that he felt an attraction towards you, he wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of you, to see you falling apart on his arms — moaning, screaming, crying his name while he fucked submissiveness into you —he wanted to see you begging for him. But he also wanted Eren, the boy looking at him with his teal eyes full of tears, needing his cock, just imagining the boy following his every command made him go hard.

But again, Armin could only imagine what you were going to do with Eren tonight.

Meanwhile you and Eren were already in his car, you in the passenger seat while the latter was in the drivers seat. The ride as been filled with a silence in it, so far only the soft music coming from the radio — which Eren was too nervous to change — made the car ride comfortable, but the tension was still there.

That was until you started humming, which you only did when you needed to calm yourself down.

The two hands Eren had in the steering wheel tightened their grip on it.

"Do you know why I'm mad Eren?"

Your voice was firm, no emotion detected in it. That trait of yours never failed to make him feel small, but he loved the sound of you voice, he found it soo graceful, he felt so lucky to have you as his girlfriend. The fact that he knew what was about to come after they have this conversation, where he explains what he did wrong — made his cock stand up for attention in his pants, he was so ready for you.

"Armin."

"What about Armin?"

He had no idea on how to answer that correctly, you would always complain about the blonde accusing him of acting differently when Eren wasn't there even to the point of saying Armin wanted to fuck him. Of course he didn't believe that, Eren was aware that Armin was an adult, but the blonde would never think of doing that with him — his best friend — he was sure that it was only your overpossesiveness and jealousy.

"He made you mad" the brunette said truly hoping you would like his answer

"How did he made me mad?" you kept pushing, leaning back on your seat vicious eyes looking right at him ready to jump at him at any second while his knuckles became white

"He made you feel jealous, mistress" he elaborated, although he didn't quite understand how him speaking to Armin made you jealous

"Yes he did, what else did you do?"

"I disobeyed a direct order"

"That's right. Now tell me Eren, what happens when you break my rules or make your mistress mad?"

"I get punished."

"You have been such a bad boy, Eren."

"I thought I told you that when I came back from the bathroom that I wanted to see you naked"

You had your hands on your now unclothed hips, a lingerie being the only thing you had on. Eren was laying back on the bed with his underwear still on before he heard your voice and rapidly sitting up.

"I'm so sorry, mistress!"

You tisked shaking your head "What's wrong with you today? You're being soo disobedient..."

Eren stood up from the bed, walking towards you and dropping to his knees, tears in his eyes, he didn't want you to not let him cum tonight.

"I promise to be good for you, I'll do better!"

You bend over grabbing his chin softly stroking it with a sadistic smile, "I'll be soo happy the day I see you being a good boy"

Your teeth made contact with his bottom lip pulling it, Eren moaning at the feeling and smiling up at you when you let go.

"You're so pretty. I love having such a pretty looking thing all to myself.."

"All yours, Eren"

That was the end of the little moment, because of the slap sound coming from your hand making contact with the brunette's cheek.

Eren felt tears already forming in his eyes, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of crying too fast. Hiding his teary eyes from you was useless though, since you took a hold of his hair squatting down behind him.

"Don't think the that would've gotten you a way out of your punishment. You're pathetic" you whispered in his ear, your hot breath fanned over his skin making shivers go down his spine "Take those off for me, kitten" you told him motioning to his underwear while getting back up

Eren stood up taking off his underwear as fast a he could, his cock slapping his pelvis, excitement shooting through his veins for what was about to come.

You looked at him up and down making his cheeks go red, even though you have already seem him like this many times.

"Aww, is my baby blushing?" you pouted taking a hold of his cock making him let out a surprised gasp

"Y—Y/n" he moaned when you started moving your hand up and down, from his tip to his balls

"What was that? What did you called me?" you asked, the pace of your hand being painfully slow, glaring daggers at him while pushing him towards the bed making him sit down

"Mistress, I'm sorry..."

He wished your pace would be faster, you of course continued to torment him keeping the same pace for a while.

"Why are you being like this, Eren?"

"I don't — ahh — understand, mistress."

"Breaking rules, letting Armin flirt with you, everything that you have done today..."

With each said word the pace increased, your hand moving faster making Eren let out loud groans that echoed on the walls of your bedroom.

"Quiet! I have heard your stupid voice more than enough today."

Eren nodded, if you wanted him to shut up you obviously didn't want him to answer verbally.

You were the love of his life, the one person who knew how submissive he actually was. Someone who could give him the relief he needed, but also the one who could add more pressure to him. Someone who showered him with kissed, but also punished him for his bad actions.

You were his balance. The reason behind his now stable life. No matter what happened or how much you two argue, you were always there for each other.

Just like he was there for you to take out your frustrations, by obeying you and comforting you.

Your hand were still on his cock, and your lips were now rather occupied. Biting, sucking and kissing the soft skin of his neck, making sure to leave the marks on places that were noticeable.

Eren was a whimpering mess, gripping your left arm trying to pull you closer, but you ended up freeing your arm and pulling his hair to make him stop from doing it again.

Even though he was a sub, he never submitted completely, always tried to have some control over you thinking that he can just do whatever he wants whenever you're punishing him. He knew it was a lost battle, you never let him feel any power over you. You had the control of his entire body — you decide when he cums, you decide what he calls you, you decide when he should or shouldn't masturbate, you decided what he was going to be looking at, you decided what he should wear.

You were his mistress and he was there to obey you.

"I'm close.." he moaned, his head thrown back

You immediately pulled away, standing up with your tongue licking your fingers taking the remaining of pre cum into your mouth. Eren led out a whine, looking up at you, now he had let the tears fall down freely.

You chuckled shaking your head.

"You seriously didn't think it was going to be that easy, kitten"

"please" he begged "I'll do anything... I will be good, I promise!"

"sure, sure. I don't believe that words speak better than actions crap, Eren. You have to show me that you are going to do better"

You smirked before saying "In the mean time, you should face the consequences of your own actions, don't you think?"

Eren let out a sob as you edged him for the fourth time of the night, his hands and legs were shaking. Tears were running down his faces, some were dry, and some were being kissed away by your lips.

You were now sitting on his cock your hips moving at a agonizingly slow pace, one of your hands was on his cheek caressing the soft skin under his eye with your thumb.

"It's ok now, baby. You can cum” you smiled down at him while the pace of your hips kept getting quicker

“Thank you, mistress... thank you...” he breathlessly keep murmuring the two words while his cum painted the walls deep inside of you

You threw your head back moaning getting off at the feeling of his cum in you. slowly you came down from your high letting out little pants, while Eren did the same trying to catch his breath.

“Are you ok?” you asked pulling yourself off of him, missing the fullness of his cock in you as you did

“Yeah, thank you.” he lazily smiled, his voice husky and eyes fighting to stay open

“Eren, you won't sleep with all that sweat and cum on you. I'mma run you a bath, don't fall asleep” you commanded before standing up from the bed feeling his cum tripping from inside of you and onto your thighs

You look back towards the bed and chuckled when you saw that Eren had closed his eyes most likely already sleeping.

You of course weren't going to allow him to sleep like that still.

Armin looked at the blonde girl under him, the movement of his hips making her boobs jiggle. He didn't even remember her name, he had seen her talking to you a couple of times, she was soo feisty and not easy to get, refusing to even flirt back with him — his manipulative persona did wonders on people, and that's what changed her mind — in some way it reminded him of you, that might be the reason why you two have spoken before.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why he choose her to get his dick wet.

Her pussy was tight barely letting him move and he could only guess that she didn't do this often. He was unsatisfied.

However everytime he looked down at her it wasn't her face he was seeing, it was yours, the moans of his name that she led out were replaced with your own moans — the ones he created in his head when trying to imagine how you sound like — when she scratched his back all he could imagine was your pretty hands and nails doing that to him. And that made him feel good enough.

This has happened before, but what he said next has never occurred and it shocked him as much as it shocked the girl.

“y/n...”

he had moaned your name.

©healpeony 2021

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠; @mallang @namrekcaivel if you want to be added or removed let me know!

[bruhstories]

gummy

summary: it's time to show porco how you like it pairing: porco galliard x fem!reader (modern au) warnings & content: oral sex (female receiving), fingering, softsub!porco, softdom!reader, jealous!porco, jealous!reader word count: 969

a/n: i looped gummy by brockhampton while writing this so i suggest you do the same xD i'm sorry this is so short, i get very easily distracted by other fics

Porco takes you for granted, that's a fact. You're the perfect trophy girlfriend — beautiful, dumb and most importantly, submissive. And he makes sure people know who's wearing the pants in your relationship. Until you just can't take the humiliation anymore. Actually, you can take it, you love it when he fucks you silly, but it's time for a change, time to show him who owns who.

You show up at Pieck's party, fishnets hugging your supple thighs, blood red lipstick and an eyeliner that could cut a bitch in half. The smoke makes it hard to see, the music makes it hard to hear, but you have a mission in your mind, and you're determined to accomplish it. You set your eyes on Reiner — poor guy doesn't even know what's coming for him — and flash him your most innocent smile. Porco hasn't showed up yet, so you use this to your advantage, swaying your hips from side to side, asking Reiner to dance with you. He reluctantly accepts, fingers grazing his goatee.

"It's just a dance." You tug at his sleeve, pulling him closer to you. "No strings attached." Giggles erupt from your throat and Reiner relaxes.

"I know, I know. It's just, you're Porco's girlfriend and he already has beef with me."

"I am his girlfriend," you agree, twirling a lock of hair between your fingers, "not his property. I can do what I want, and right now, Reiner, I want to dance with you."

He's either too easy to persuade, or you're just too convincing, because within seconds, his hands are on your waist, waiting for your permission to tentatively move them to your hips. The corners of your mouth twist into a sultry smile, and he takes it as a yes, calloused fingertips grazing over the bit of exposed flesh above the waistband of your skirt.

And then comes Porco, and all he can think about is that two can play this game. He invites some girl to dance, and she's fawning over him like he's the only man in the room. You can feel your blood boiling, the rage heating up in your core.

"Your boyfriend's here." Reiner pulls you out of your trance.

"Mmm, is he now?" You purr, your hands travelling from his shoulders to his neck. The song is coming to an end, so you lift yourself on your toes, giving Reiner a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for the dance."

Porco sees it all, and when you walk past him without even saying hello, he grips the girl's waist a bit too tightly. She yelps, a playful smirk on her lips, but he pushes her to the side, completely ignoring her protests. You pour yourself a mix of vodka and cranberry juice in a blue cup, bringing it to your lips.

"What was that all about?" Porco leans on the counter, arms folded across his chest.

"What was what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N." He takes another step and all you want to do is scream at him that he dumbs you down. "You and Reiner."

"...yes?"

"Well?"

"Well what, Porco? Use words, you're a big boy." Sarcasm drips down your tongue and he doesn't like it one bit, you can tell by the way he clenches his jaw.

"Are we really gonna do this here? I’m talkin’ about you and Reiner dancing. I've seen the way he was holding you, touching you."

"Oh, please, as if you didn't do the exact same thing." You wave your hand and he catches your wrist.

"What was I supposed to do since my girlfriend was busy with another man?" Porco's grip tightens.

"You were late."

"I'm always late."

"Then how about you arrive on time for once?"

Shock is plastered on his face at your sassy attitude — and you normally arebratty but this? This is different, it's as if you're challenging him. Porco releases your wrist, eyes narrow and throat dry. There’s something about your condescending tone that makes him back off.

"'M sorry."

"Yeah, you better be." You lean closer to him, lips brushing his ear. "Now how about we go upstairs and you eat my pussy like the starving dog you are?"

Bathroom door locked, you're sprawled on the fluffy rug with your boyfriend's tongue deep in your cunt. He's working hard to satisfy your needs, eagerly lapping at your juices, fingers pumping in and out of you. You yank Porco by the hair, and he's perplexed by your rough gestures.

"How does it feel to submit, you pathetic excuse of a man?" He can't speak, his eyes are glued to your dripping pussy. "Fucking talk!" You slap him across his cheek.

"F-feels good!" Porco yelps and you push his head back between your thighs, draping your legs over his shoulders.

"Get used to it! I'm so sick and tired of you bossing me around." Your breath hitches. "Sick and tired of playing dumb."

"Mmm sowy-"

"I don't need your apologies, I need you to make me co-oh-me!"

Porco doesn't disappoint. His tongue moves in ways you didn't think were possible, and soon enough, your legs begin to tremble, your moans echoing in Pieck's bathroom while you dig your manicured fingernails in his skin.

"Good boy!" You shove him off of you, pulling your panties up as if none of this ever happened.

"What about me?" His voice goes up an octave as he licks his lips.

"As if. You better keep your dick in your pants until we get home, puppy, otherwise I'll have to punish you. And don't you dare jack off. I'll know. Understood?"

"Yes…"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, ma’am!"

Click and the door is unlocked. You walk out, leaving behind your needy boyfriend with a painful hard on.

"Oh, hey, Reiner! How about another dance?"

[d--dandelions]

Heellooo, I'm pretty new to the stargate fandom - sorry I'm a few years late, I guess - but I just wanted to be a nice weirdo and send you a little message 😂 aaannd leave a question for you, if you wanna share your thoughts on that. I can't decide if Sheppard is a more dominant or a more submissive type... he seems to change from badass commander to lost puppy within seconds and I'm just... confused xD I guess he's a switch, but I'm just really curious what you think 🥰have an amazing day! ❤️

hi and welcome!! and there’s no need to worry, there’s no such thing as late for fandom 😆💛 i’m actually quite new to stargate too, i finished sga pretty recently and i’ve only just started sg1 🙈

as for your question you are absolutely right and i don’t know how he does it XD  i know this sounds like a cop-out answer and i swear it’s the result of much Careful Consideration (😏😏) but i genuinely don’t have a preference for him in any specific role 🙈 he’s unfairly versatile and he somehow does ALL of it well, i’m honestly equally happy to see him interpreted either way 

thanks for the message, i hope you have a good day too! 💛💛

[latuuart]

Hey!

Have you noticed that Dabi in Manga looks similar to Rei and Dabi in Anime looks similar to Enji?

If yes.

1) Which look do you prefer? (Ik both are handsome, but I prefer Manga! Dabi)

2) Any thoughts on why they changed his looks? (Ik it's a slight change but still detectable)

Hi! Thank you for the submission, so sorry for the late answer! Plus, I don't know how to reply to submission so excuse me if I'm doing this wrong 👀

I have. I do notice that Dabi indeed looks like Rei in the manga (such a pretty boy~), but I think he doesn't really look like Enji though in the anime? Anime!Dabi indeed has a sharper, angular jaw, longer face, and smaller eyes but he doesn't look like Enji at all in my opinion 😂 haha. I just think that Dabi has more defined features and a more manly/masculine look (I guess?) in the anime, but that's it.

Truthfully controversially, I like both of the looks? Same as you, I think both are handsome (Dabi either way is handsome). But, if I have to choose one, of course I will choose the original manga style! Although I LOVE the "buff" Anime!Dabi too XD lol

To be honest, I don't really know why the studio decided to change his appearance. They once made Miruko look slimmer and none like the manga too though! And I've seen a few people pointed out that Class 1-A girls actually look chubbier in the manga? Seems like there are so many changes that the studio have done to the characters other than Dabi. There could be many reasons behind those decisions. I don't really want to speculate but I think they just kinda adjust to usual/mainstream anime tropes? Skinny slim anime girls, etc. BUT, I could be totally wrong though. Honestly, I can't really think right now of any other reason for them to make those changes, so very sorry for the lack of answers 😅

Addition: Despite there are significant differences between Dabi in the anime and in the manga, there are also times where Anime!Dabi looks the same as Manga!Dabi. So, I think inconsistency perhaps is one of the reasons also?

[Dabi in the scene above looks like him in the manga.]

Thank you so much again for the submission @tsukiko0720 🙌

[dbzebra]

OMG all those prompts scream Marten (and Trunks xD) to me!! Wouldn't you like to try to use them all in the same story? No? :P If not, “Hold my hand before I stab you with it." please? xD This is how prompts work right? I'm lost...

Title: “Regaining My Wings”

Words: 2410

Pairing: Marten (Goten x Marron)

A/N: Here is my submission for Marron Day for @dbnextgenweek !! I’m so sorry it’s so late! I was rusty from not writing in so long. I had to rewrite this like four times until I had something I actually liked lol. 

This just a super fluffy self indulgent oneshot like all the rest, but please enjoy! I may post on AO3 later

Flight, also known as the ‘bukujutsu’ technique. Many years ago,it was an extremely advanced martial arts technique that only a select few ofmartial arts masters knew.

Those days however were long gone. Even Son Goku’s owngranddaughter, Pan, learned to fly when she was just a little baby.

Flying had become just as easy as walking for the Z Fighters.

Except if you were like Marron and afraid of anything to do withheights, including flying.

Marron never used to be afraid. Not even the slightest. When Marron was achild, she’d be the first one to want to go higher and higher when she wouldride on the Flying Nimbus when on adventures with her two best friends, Gotenand Trunks.

However, one incident when she was about nine years old changedthat.

Marron was happily sitting on the Nimbus with Goten in front ofher, peering over and looking at the amazing sights. The rolling mountains werebeautiful that high up. Oceans seemed never ending. It was simply breathtakingfor an adventurous child.

But then, when she leaned further down to get a better look at apretty bird flying by, Marron accidentally slipped off the fluffy yellow cloudand plummeted towards the Earth.

Marron screamed and covered her face with her hands,sobbing, until she suddenly stopped. After realizing what had happened, shewiped her eyes and opened them to see Goten smiling down at her. He had jumpedoff of Nimbus and caught her. She was shaking and really freaked out, butotherwise was fine.

But since that day Marron off heights (and ever learning how tofly) for good.

Krillin and 18 tried to help her get over her fear a dozen times,but being as stubborn as she was, Marron wouldn’t even consider it for years.Every time she even looked over from somewhere high up, her legs would turn tojelly and her heart would jump into her throat like the time she actually didfall.

The only time she slightly budged was after she and Goten starteddating. Marron would only go on Nimbus if she could sit on his lap and cling tohim for dear life while keeping her eyes shut, not opening them until theylanded. Of course, she still didn’t know how to fly and had no plans to learneither. But it made her so happy.

Goten was always so supportive with her. He never once held itagainst her for being scared and always comforted her. No matter what, Marronfelt the safest flying with him. Besides that stupid adorable smile of his thatalways made her heart do flips, that’s what she loved most about him.

One time however, he (and Marron) were close to falling straightthrough the Nimbus because he almost got a bit too comfy withMarron sitting on his lap. It wasn’t his fault though! What else could he thinkabout when she always looked so pretty and smelled so nice? At least that’swhat he told himself.

That was almost five months ago.

It was another beautiful spring day; perfect for being outside. Marronand Goten were having a picnic date on the grass near the Son family home. Theyweren’t able to see each all week due to Marron’s cheerleading and Goten’sskipping class to train, so a weekend date was just what they both needed.

Marron wore a frilly, light-blue colored sundress and a straw sunhat. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Goten had on his signature ‘Son’ t shirtand jeans. He wanted to dress more formally but Marron insisted he was perfectjust the way he was.

The young couple had just finished eating, and were laying back onthe picnic blanket, snuggled together as they watched the clouds.

Marron pointed out different shapes. Some were little animals, andone even looked like Piccolo. The others however, were just not at all what shewas saying.

“What do mean a bear in a top hat? That’s clearly a monkey at a buffet!”

Marron sat up and stared at him. Of course that dork would seefood. “You know you’re wrong, right?”

“If by wrong, you mean right, then yes!” Goten fired back, hislips curling into his signature wide grin. “That’s clearly a monkey. See? He’sgot a tail. I’ll give you the top hat though.”

Marron giggled and playfully punched his arm before lying backdown besides him.

These peaceful days really were great. They hoped it would neverend.

Just then, Goku appeared using Instant Transmission with littlePan on his shoulders. They had just returned from the grocery store. Goten and Marron both shot up.

“Oh, hey Goten! Hi Marron! Am I interrupting?”

Marron shook her head and bowed her head. “Of course not! T-Thankyou for having me!”

“Ahh it’s nothin’! You’re like family to us.”

At the sight of her uncle, the toddler practically lunged off ofGoku’s shoulders towards Goten, tackling him into a hug.

Goten laughed and caught Pan. “Hey squirt!” He grinnedand ruffled Pan’s hair making the girl giggle.

“Me and Grandpa are gonna go flyin’ later! Do you wants tocome?” Aunt Marron, you can come too!“ Pan chirped. Ever since she learnedto fly, she would always go out for 'flying adwentures’ as she would say.

Marron frowned. She didn’t want to hold him back just because shecouldn’t fly… "Goten, it’s okay, go ahead.”

Goten only turned back to her and winked. “Panny, I’d love tobut Mare and I have plans.”

Pan just stared up at him with wide-eyed curiosity. “You meanlike kissy-kissy?” She said and then erupted into giggles and ran to Gokuwho had a teasing grin as wide as hers.

“Did you tell her to say that?!” 

Goku only grinned. “Well, is she right?”

No that’s… that’s not it at all!” Goten replied back.Was he seriously arguing with a three year old?

“Then why are you blushing?” Goku said, grinning.

Traitor! His father was normally on his side!

“Sheesh! It’s been a year you guys, when are you gonna stopteasing me?”

“The wedding~” Chi-Chi’s voice came from the upperbalcony. She was taking dried clothes off the hanger to be put away. She giggledat her son’s flustered reaction. Honestly, she loved teasing her three boys. Goten got even more easily emabarrassed than Gohan did at his age.

“Very funny.” He replied back and turned back to Marron,who was hiding her cute face from embarrassment. Her blush went from ear toear. Although it was embarrassing, she loved it. Marron gushed at the thoughtof getting married. She recalled the days when they would play house back inthe old days. Goten really had no clue, but just played along.

Goku then jumped two stories onto their upper deck, startling hiswife a bit. Goku winked at her and started helping her put away the laundrywhile Panny chased a butterfly on the grass below.

“Now’s our chance.” Goten flipped onto his feet and pulledMarron up by the hand.

She couldn’t help but blush. What was he doing so suddenly?!“G-Goten, h-hold on a second! W-Where are we going?!”

“Nowhere far! C'mon!” Goten (quite literally) swept hisgirlfriend off of her feet and into his arms and ran down the road. Marron’s hat blew off her head and fell onto the blanket as Pan trotted over to it.

Chi-Chi and Goku exchanged similar grins with each other as theirson fled and Pan giggled from below, now wearing the hat.

Goten and Marron came to a nearby clearing with a huge lake. Hegently put Marron down, and she adjusted her dress. 

“What’s the big idea?”

Marron was blushing fromthe close contact but shook it off and gazed out onto the lake. It really was beautiful. She held her hands behind her back and stared over the lake. The crystal-clear water glistened in the sunlight. Her long silky blonde hair blew in the slight breeze, tickling Goten’s nose.

“Dad used to take me here to go fishing all the time when Iwas little. Now we all go with Panny.” She heard him say. Goten inhaledand took a deep breath. “I’m feeling up for a swim! You in?”

Just then he felt a tug on the back of his shirt. ”…Hey,Goten…“

"What’s wrong?”

Marron looked away from him slightly, her ears burning. This wasit. She’d have to get over her fear sooner or later, and this would be theperfect time! “…I want to learn…” It came out as a tiny whisper,but she said it. And it felt good.

“Huh?”

“I want to learn. Teach me how to fly! I’m… I’m sick ofbeing scared! I want to go flying with you! And go out on Nimbus with you andactually have my eyes open for once! I promise I won’t hold you back anymore!”She said, fighting tears at that last part.

Goten took a step closer and brought his girlfriend into a hug,smiling warmly down at her. "Mare, it’s okay.” He gently pushed astrand of hair away from her face. “You’ve never held me back and younever will. Nothing will change that. I’ll gladly teach you. I’m honored thatyou asked me.”

"I love you, you big dork…” Marron replied, restingher head against his chest.

“I love you too.” Goten grinned and held her closer.

Marron looked down at her feet and then back up at him.“…But what if… what if I fall?” He could just hear it in hervoice. She was petrified of falling again.

“You won’t fall. I’ll be right here. You have the skill,Mare. It’s there, I know it is. You just have to stop doubting yourself. Youcan do this.”

Marron’s heart fluttered. Just like always, he knew just what tosay. She leaned up onto her tip-toes and softly kissed his lips. “You’reso sweet…”

She knew the basics of Ki and how to fight, just didn’t care forfighting. It was boring to her. She always preferred watching fights,especially from the World Tournament. The adrenaline she got from watchingfights far exceeded what she would get from something like sparring. And plus,she loved supporting her Goten in his fights.

“How did you do it so quickly? You were so young!”

Goten shrugged. “It just came easy to me, I guess. I alreadyknew all about ki, plus being half Saiyan really helps.”

Gohan had taught Goten when he was just seven years old. Beingcalled a 'super pedestrian’, whatever the heck that was, was the last straw!

After he learned that hopping and flying were in fact different,it came easy to him and soon enough…

“Birdy, a birdy, Goten is a birdy!” Little Goten sang tohimself as he flew around in figure-eight patterns high in the sky.

Goten grinned and put his hands behind his head. “Yup. Thosewere the days!”

“Personally, I think you were much cuter back then.”Marron winked at him while saying that.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m still very handsome!” Gotenwhined, cracking a grin.

Marron rolled her eyes with a smile and stepped away. After a moment, Marron took a deep breath andfaced him again.

“Ok. I’m ready.” Marron said. “But only on onecondition.”

“What’s that?”

“…Hold my hand.”

Goten smiled. “Is that all?

“Yes! I’m scared! So you…y-you’d better hold my handbefore… I- I stab you with it…!” Marron said, pouting up at him. Itwas obvious she just made up the first thing that came to her mind. “Orelse…”

Or else? Goten chuckled at that. He couldn’t help it when she gotall pouty and blushy like that. Especially when she’d 'threaten’ him. Usuallywith no more kisses, but he knew she’d break before he did. She always lookedso cute when she got like that.

“Of course, Here.” He held both hands out for her, notbeing able to help laughing a bit.

“…I’m serious, Goten! Don’t you dare laugh at me! Y-You’dbetter not let go either! Or… or I’ll never forgive you!” Marron said,her voice almost a squeak. She looked like she was about to cry, but it was stillso cute.

Goten leaned down and kissed Marron on the forehead, his fingersstill gently entwined with hers. “You’re too cute.”

Marron’s face turned an even brighter red. She looked like atomato. “You dummy, be serious…”

“I promise. You’re safe with me.”

“I…  I don’t know if I cando it…“

"You can do it. Just look at me, okay? Focus on me. Remember,just relax. Feel your energy from within and slowly bring it out beneath you.You can do this. I’m right here.”

Marron heart fluttered at his words. They were soothing. Shetightly shut her eyes and focused. After a moment she could feel her feet liftoff the ground and she grips his hands tighter. Goten floated up with her. Itwas relaxing, freeing almost. She felt weightless as if gravity no longer hadan effect on her.

“You’re doing it, Mare! You’re flying!” Marron openedher eyes to see that she and Goten were floating about ten feet in the air. Sheyelped and buried her face into his chest, her eyes tightly shut again.“It’s too high, …I-I can’t…”

“But you already are. All by yourself. There’s nothing to beafraid of.” She heard him tenderly say. “You’re doing it!” Gotengently said. “Want to try moving now?”

Marron slowly nodded. She repositioned herself horizontally andslowly moved around. It appeared as if she was swimming through the air as shelightly kicked her feet. Goten guided her.

She started out pretty wobbly, and didn’t keep her eyes off Goten,but she was flying all by herself. Actually flying! And not falling! “I’m doingit!” She cried happily. When she was up there with him, her fears were allgone.

“See? Now you’re a little birdy too.” He grinned as warmas the sun gleaming behind him. She’d be a natural in no time. He was so proudof her.

Marron was almost brought to tears. Her beautiful blue eyes turnedglossy as he just grinned. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her free handand flew at him into a deep kiss. They stayed up there for what felt like aneternity, both not wanting to move.

Marron couldn’t be happier.

Now if only she could figure out how to get down…

[bytheangell]

what does writing means to you? I see that you are so passionate about it and are constantly doing it even in small doses, almost everyday, etc. What does it means to you? Do you ever get stressed about it? How can you juggle that and alongside life in general? I'm curious about you, Elle. Where do you get all this motivation, inspiration? Do you consider yourself disciplined about it?

Alright, so to start, I love that you sent this in, Anon! I can’t imagine I’m interesting enough for anyone to be genuinely curious about?! But I appreciate that you are and I love getting personal asks as much as I love rambling about Shadowhunters, especially when they’re about writing!

Writing means everything to me, at the risk of sounding dramatic. It’s always been that One Thing I knew I was pretty good at. I love to read and write from a young age, always writing little stories or keeping a journal, and I guess it’s been a constant in my life for as long as I could remember. I joined fandom forum RPs and wrote there even when I wasn’t doing original short stories, but I wrote those on and off growing up, too. It’s always been an escape, cheap and easy to turn to whenever I need it, or a way to vent, or a way to sort through thoughts muddled in my head. I love writing. It is, by far, my favorite thing to do in my free time. 

That said, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t ever get stressed about it. I write for fun, yes, and I write the things I want to write because I love them. But sometimes the words just won’t come, or I’ll let myself get distracted and not write as much as I want to that day, or not finish things as quickly as I’d like after I start them, and sometimes I let that get to me no matter how much I try not to. I just hit the one year mark of writing fanfiction. I’m still getting used to the idea that there are people actively following what I put out there, or waiting for the next bit of a series. That anyone might specifically like my writing. Sometimes I let the prompts sit too long and I feel super guilty about it. Or have more ideas than I could ever reasonably get to, but feel unreasonably upset over not just having unlimited writing time. Sometimes I have to remind myself I’m allowed to do other things like watch tv or nap after work, that I don’t have to be writing every free second, even though there’s always something I could be working on. And OOF the stress of something not going over well. Is it me? Is it my writing? Or a poorly executed concept? Or bad characterization that’s missing the mark and failing? What am I doing wrong? 

Thankfully, those sorts of moments are definitely in the minority for me, and far less common now than they were when I first started. I’m more confident in my writing now, but more than that, I’ve stopped focusing so much on writing what I think other people want to read and just started writing what I want to write, even if it’s not a popular character or expected pov. And honestly? I think that shift has made all the difference throughout the past year. (Of course, that doesn’t apply to prompts, which is obviously writing exactly what someone else wants to read xD Which I LOVE getting, because someone out there specifically wants me to write a thing they’re interested in? What?! That’s like the ultimate compliment

I’m glad you called it ‘juggling’ writing with life in general, because it sure isn’t ‘balancing’ fhdas;fj;askl. There’s a lot of sleep deprivation. I never end up having a job with normal hours, so I’m either working weird swing shifts or tons of overtime, but to fit in the spurts of writing I’ve gotten used to lately I pretty much average 4-5 hours of sleep a night. #Priorities. I’m not the most social, so coming home and writing for an hour or two a day after work is a great way for me to unwind. I wish I was more disciplined about it, but really it just comes and goes in spurts. I try to write every day when I can but sometimes I’ll go for days without writing anything new, and others I’ll end up with a few thousand words in a couple of hours. I keep meaning to get into more of an proper habit of it, but I’ve never been good with things like ‘I’ll write from 6-7 am every day’ sorts of writing schedules. It always just happens when it happens  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As far as inspiration, obviously right now a lot of the coda and scene fill/povs I’m writing are taken directly from the show. I can’t help but hit the end of an episode and immediately think, ‘what would I want to happen next?’ or ‘I have a lot of feels about that one particular moment let’s elaborate on that’ or ‘what can I picture -insert character here- doing next’, and playing with things from there. A lot of it is also things I wish I saw more of in canon and willing them into existence. As far as AUs, a lot of it comes from bouncing random ideas off of friends, off of discussions on twitter or tumblr, or seeing something in a show or movie and going ‘THIS DYNAMIC, YES’.  I pull some stuff from real life, too. I did a Malec oneshot recently set with a literary magazine that stopped allowing anonymous submissions, totally a thing my lit mag did in high school. Most of it just sort of… happens. It’ll just be a random idea out of nowhere. I wish I had a better explanation. I’ve always been good at making up stories on the spot, taking one small idea, or sentence, or feeling, and turning it into something more. It almost never ends the way I meant at the start because I have a very fluid writing style and almost always just have the vaguest concept to start with and no solid ending, leaving the things I work on entirely adaptable or changeable along the way. 

And last but not least, the motivation. A lot of it is just the desire to get the ideas in my head down on paper (or, you know, google docs). I like to share ideas I have with friends because their excitement over them is a huge motivator. The positive reactions I get on the writing I post time and time again is always amazing, and while I don’t write for the kudos or likes, knowing that what I’m doing is something others enjoy is always a great motivator to create more. I’ve also come across some amazing writer friends in the fandom since I joined. Chatting with them about the ups and downs of writing fanfic, seeing the amazing content they create and being inspired not just by their writing and ideas but also their attitudes and encouragement has made all the difference over the course of this year. The Shadowhunter Fanfic Nexus is an amazing group of talented writers that was kind enough to take a chance on adopting me pretty early on. They’re always willing to help with details or to run ideas by or listen to me keysmash in frustration when things aren’t working. There’s nothing like a group of writer friends to listen to you go ‘WHAT ARE WORDS WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER I’VE NEVER HAD A CREATIVE THOUGHT IN MY LIFE’ and meet you with both understanding and the reassurance that you’re always your own worst critic and you’ll get there in the end. 

And there you have it! A little glimpse into my writing mindsets, I guess? That got more than a little rambly, sorry! I hope it was even remotely the sort of things you wanted to know and that you aren’t full of total regret for ever asking in the first place now that I wrote a small novella about myself here, xD. But you’re definitely right, I’m very passionate about writing, and I never imagined it’d be something so well received by others and I’m thankful for the opportunity to share it with so many other people!

[porkchop-ao3]

Hi hi. I've been feeling down lately. Like I'm no ones favorite. Can I have a clingy obsessed Rick?

Thank you for your patience with this! Hope this is okay. I didn’t want to go too far with the obsessive thing in case it got out of character, but I hope you like it! I was inspired by my recent uni work... But this fic by no means reflects the way I work xD 

Just over 3k words!

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My eyes skimmed across the words on my computer screen as I took a sip of tea, the only break I would allow myself because hey, I needed to stay hydrated. As soon as the mug was out of my hands though, my fingers were back on the keyboard, tapping away and filling the screen with more text. Of course, at this point it was all laughable bullshit; as are most essays when they’re started four hours before the deadline. Every point was being dragged out to entire paragraphs, my evidence was being stretched as much as was acceptable to back me up, I’m pretty sure I’d questioned the meaning of life somewhere three paragraphs ago but I’d made it work. I couldn’t afford to go back and change it now anyway, at least whoever had the pleasure of marking the damn thing would have a good laugh. My lecturers had said that technically there were no right or wrong answers for this particular essay, as long as I could back up what I was saying… Well, there was some kind of evidence for everything I’d said so could they really dispute me?

It was all my fault, though. I’d been drifting off to a peaceful slumber, under the sweet illusion that I was completely done for the semester, when suddenly that five thousand word essay I’d forgotten about drifted into mind and jolted me awake. That was two hours ago, and it was currently four in the morning; just two hours away from the six o'clock deadline for the online submission. I was getting there though, just another two thousand words would do it.

With a stressed sigh, I flicked through the book in front of me, searching the index for keywords, absolutely anything I could use. I just needed a scrap of evidence, a slightly relevant quote, and I’d be good for at least two paragraphs. I laughed aloud when I found something, it was bordering on delerium at this point. I was back on the keyboard then, bashing out my next point, just letting the bullshit part of my brain run with it, barely registering what I was typing. I barely even flinched when the darkened room lit up with green light, I just sighed again, my fingers never pausing.

“Not now, Rick.” I said, narrowing my eyes at the screen, my concentration lapsing momentarily, making me forget my flow.

“Oh, oh wow, th-thanks, that’s really -urrghhh- nice.” Rick slurred behind me, and I knew straight away that he was hammered. I rolled my eyes and read through my last few sentences as I tried to tune him out. “I thought you said you were done, on- on the phone you said y-you were fin-ugh-shed.”

“Yeah, then I remembered this entire essay I had to do.” I murmured, what little I had left of my concentration shattering as I felt the warmth of his presence lean over me to look at the screen. His chest brushed my shoulder and he reached an arm out to lean on the desk, shrouding me in his presence.

“Uhhh, are you high? A-are you even reading what you’re writing right now?” He commented after a moment.

“No. To both of those questions.” I told him, carrying on with the essay despite his quips.

“I thought, urp, you were studying art, not ph-philosophy. That’s some deep shit you’re playing with there, what is your essay even supposed to be on?”

“Please Rick, just let me get on with this. If you’re here to get laid then come back tomorrow. Or in two hours, whatever, I don’t care. Just after this is done.” I grumbled. Rick made a sound of irritation, then straightened up, distancing himself from me. I heard him stumbling around the room, fiddling with stuff I couldn’t see. Then I heard the telltale trickle of liquid on metal as he took a drink from his flask.

“Just wanted to see you, s-sorry I’m such a- such a fucking inconvenience.” He said under his breath. I felt a spark of guilt, then brushed it off just as fast. My work had to come first on this occasion.

“I’ll be done soon.” I said, discarding the book in front of me and replacing it with a different one. Fresh book, fresh evidence.

Rick came back over to my desk, picking up a piece of paper, which I knew to be the essay brief. He then proceeded to flick through some of the other papers on my desk, notes, pictures, plans; all hastily done and probably illegible to anyone but me… and even I struggled to read it.

“S-so you gotta compare these two photographs?” He asked. I nodded, not looking up at the images he was showing me. “You talked about how one was taken by a woman and one was taken by a man? Y-you could, urp, could make somethin’ out of that, right?”

“Probably, toss the idea of feminism around and I could get about six hundred words done. Thanks.” I said, making a quick note of the idea in pencil on the closest piece of paper; the textbook. Rick grabbed a chair from the other side of the room and took a seat next to me, slinging an arm over the back of my chair.

“You wrote the word ‘interesting’ three times in the same sentence, there.” He told me, pointing to the screen. “You could change the third one to impactful, think that’d work.” He murmured, disinterestedly yet focused.

“You’re helping me?” I asked, finally looking at him for the first time since he’d arrived.

“Two heads are better than one.” He shrugged. “Would it help you finish faster?”

“I think so. Hell, I might even pass.” I snorted.

“Alright. Let’s get this done, then we can make out, how’s that sound?” He said distractedly, fiddling with a strand of my hair. I raised a brow at him.

“You’re acting strangely.” I noted. “You’re being… nice.”

“Wh-ugh-at, and I’m a cunt for the other three-hundred-and-sixty-whatever days of the year?” He slurred.

“No! You’re just nicer than usual.” I shrugged, turning back to the screen.

“I miss you.” He told me, his voice so quiet I barely heard it. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder more tightly and pulled me into his side. My eyes widened and I sat there, rigid under the unexpected contact. With the proximity, I could smell the alcohol on him, and was convinced that it was to blame. “I’ve barely seen you for two weeks.” He added, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“All my deadlines…” I trailed off. I didn’t need to explain, he knew.

“Still think you should drop out. School is bad enough, but art school?” He scoffed.

“Hey, it’s another three years I don’t have to worry about starting a proper career.” I told him, twisting to nestle into his chest, essay momentarily forgotten.

“Sure, but is it worth the thousands of dollars?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I sighed and closed my eyes, the fact that it was past four in the morning hit me in the form of sudden fatigue. “Let’s not talk about it.”

Rick’s hand stroked up and down my upper arm, his other hand feeding more alcohol into his mouth. He placed his flask down on my desk then reached for my chin, tilting my head up and kissing me, I responded for a while, leaning into him and enjoying the sensations. I knew I had to stop eventually though, and with a groan I turned my head towards to screen, breaking the kiss. Rick didn’t stop, spreading his kisses over my cheek and temple, down to the side of my neck. I sighed at the attention, but pulled away, turning to face the computer and attempting to get back to work. Rick’s arms encircled my waist, his kisses moving to the back of my neck and the curve of my shoulder, my body tingled and I longed to give him my undivided attention, but the clock was ticking.

“Okay, next point. Feminism.” I said under my breath, trying my very best to ignore what was going on behind me, but Rick wasn’t making it easy for me. His hands found their way to my breasts, squeezing them through my long nightshirt. My nipples hardened against his palms, and I chewed on my bottom lip.

“Remember, there are words other than 'interesting’.” He mumbled into my shoulder, and I snorted, backspacing on the keyboard as he caught me red handed.

“Thank you.” I said, my tone strained. Rick was quiet for another paragraph, silently distracting me with his touch, his persistent kisses egging me on, lighting a fire under me to get this shitty essay done so that I could be with him. I flicked through the book, finding a vague quote about female photographers. Perfect.

“S-sit on my lap, come on.” He whispered to me.

“What? No, I thought you wanted me to finish this quickly.” I laughed, gasping as he slid his hands under my shirt, resting his cool hands on my stomach.

“Come on.” He repeated, pulling me towards him. I gave in, sliding onto his lap, appreciating his little hum of approval as I did. I leaned back against his chest, and surprisingly I found that the rise and fall of his chest helped to focus me, and before I knew it I had another paragraph. I was close to the end; I could see the light at the end of the tunnel and all I needed to do was conclude. I saved the document, just in case, then skim read the entire essay. Sure, it was a fucking trainwreck from start to finish, but it would suffice. I made a mental note of the points I’d made, then made a start on my conclusion.

“Almost there.” I said, biting on my lip as I summed up my essay, pulling it all together to create what I hoped would be a convincing conclusion. A few hundred words later, and it was done, with an hour to spare before the deadline. I was on the low end of the word count guideline, but it would have to do. I checked my references, made sure my bibliography was in order, and loaded up the essay submission page.

“Aren’t you gonna read it back?” Rick asked me, his hands sliding down to my thighs.

“I don’t think it’ll make much difference at this point.” I said, uploading the file. “It’s better than nothing, right? At least I’ve produced an essay.”

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and clicked 'submit’, immediately closing down the page along with all my other windows, putting the whole ordeal to the back of my mind as I shut the computer down.

“Whatever, it’s done now.” I said, feeling the weight lifting from my shoulders with those words.

“Finally.” Rick said, standing up and forcing me to do the same. He dragged me over to my bed by my wrist and pulled me on top of him as he threw himself down. He kissed me, pushing his tongue past the easily broken seal of my lips, moaning into me. His hands explored my body, feeling me all over like they were starved. “Mm, missed this.” He broke away to tell me, but not for long. He rolled onto his side, grabbing my thigh and hooking it over his hip, putting our groins close together. He ground into me, and I felt his growing erection against my core.

“Rick.” I protested. “This is all you’ve been waiting for?” I asked, irritation clear in my voice. Rick didn’t stop his grinding, groaning quietly.

“Please.” He sounded unusually desperate, and I raised a brow. When I didn’t respond, he slid his hand into my underwear, rolling my clit beneath his fingers in lazy circles. “It’s been so long…”

“It’s been two weeks. I’m tired. I just want to cuddle.” I whined, but that didn’t stop me from effectively riding his hand, tilting my hips into his touch. His fingers moved down, sliding between my slick folds and entering me. I cursed under my breath and clung to his lab coat.

“I want you. Fuck, you’re wet.” He whispered to me, thrusting his fingers, groaning when I tightened around him, my breath catching. “Let me…” he trailed off, his other hand going to his fly, freeing himself from the confines of his pants, he stroked himself as he pleasured me. I gave my approval by pushing his coat from his shoulders and lifting his shirt over his head. He kicked his pants off onto the floor then came close to me, pulling my panties aside.

“Woah, slow down.” I laughed, bracing a hand on his chest. I pulled my nightshirt over my head and tossed it behind me, meanwhile, Rick was pulling my panties down my legs.

“I need to- oh, fuck.” He sighed, staring at my body. He leaned in to kiss me again, a hand on the back of my neck. “How did I go so long without this? Y-you’re like fuckin’… Crack. C’mere.” He urged me closer, thrusting his cock between my legs, letting it slide across my pussy. I wrapped my leg around his hips and nestled closer.

“Do it.” I told him, my words little more than an exhale. I didn’t have to ask him twice, he sunk into me slowly, inch by sweet inch he filled me up. “Oh yes…” I sighed, my eyes falling closed. There was a slight sting, having been a while since we’d done this, but it mingled with the pleasure so nicely.

“Have you touched yourself these last two weeks?” He asked me.

“I’m sorry?” I exclaimed, confused and taken aback by the question.

“I wanna know if- how many times you came without me since the last time we did this.” He said, and I flushed, involuntarily rocking my hips.

“Not even once.” I told him truthfully.

“Mmm, bet you’re sensitive, hmm?” He asked, his fingers returning to my clit as he started moving, rocking into me at a moderate pace that showed little patience. I was grateful for it.

“Yes. I want you to make me cum.” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck and threading one hand through his hair. He thrust harder, quickening his pace early on and groaning throatily.

“Fuck.” He spat, his free hand clinging to my thigh. I pulsed my muscles around him, feeling shockwaves of pleasure each time, I let my head roll back as I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts, trapping his hand between our bodies. “Ohh god, you’re so gorgeous. So fuckin’ perfect, fuck.”

It turned into desperate, unrefined rutting, but neither of us had the intention of drawing this out. This was needy. Desperate. Purely lust-fueld. I needed release, and I needed to feel Rick cum inside me. I hadn’t realised how much I had needed this, and now that I was getting it, I couldn’t get it fast enough. Rick kissed my throat, leaving sloppy wet marks across the column of my neck, then he bit down on my shoulder. He sucked and licked at me, tasting the salt of my perspiration. His fingers moved purposefully over my clit, rubbing it tight, quick circles that wrung the pleasure out of me effortlessly.

“Cum. I want you to squeeze my- squeeze the cum out of my balls, baby.” He growled, and his words alone sent waves through my body, dizzyingly intense pleasure that pushed me to the edge. “Mmm, feel how wet you are for me, did you miss this?”

“Yes, Rick.” I nodded wildy, hanging off the edge, ready to plummet. With one particularly rough thrust of his hips, I was gone. “Rick!” I called his name loudly, completely forgetting about the thin walls of my dorm room. My pussy throbbed around him, contracting with an orgasm that I could only describe as perfect. It felt like it would go on forever, building with an intensity that made my eyes squeeze shut. I wasn’t even finished when Rick joined me, and I drew his climax into me, welcoming it with a satisfied groan.

We came down together, slowing to a stop and letting our bodies slump against the bed. Rick pulled out of me and proceeded to stroke his softening cock against my opening, smearing his seed in a display of vulgar pride. I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“Mmm, look at that.” He commented quietly, spreading my lips with his fingers and watching the mess he was making with interest. I left him to it, closing my eyes and letting the sleepless nights from the previous week catch up with me. Rick pressed a couple of kisses to my forehead, letting out a satisfied sigh. The bed shifted as he got up to leave, and I was momentarily offended, until I heard the bathroom door opening. He returned a moment later with a washcloth, and gently cleaned us up. I hummed appreciatively, pulling him back over to me, he dragged the duvet with him and covered us up.

“So you missed me, hmm?” I said tiredly, a little smile on my face.

“Don’t get any ideas.” He warned, but wrapped his arms around me regardless.

“You love me.” I smirked. The only response I got was an exasperated sigh. I laughed to myself, and tucked my head under his chin. “Goodnight.”

“It’s half past five in the morning.” He commented in amusement. “We might as well start the day at this point.”

“Fuck that. I’m sleeping through till next week.” I said. He grunted, then pecked the top of my head.

“Well done, for getting all your shit finished.” He said, though it sounded like it pained him to say it. I smiled regardless. “Glad to have you back.” He added, punctuating his words with a squeeze of his arms.

[nutsandlightningbolts]

Presents from Nate (@theamazingtrainer-nate)

A series of packages arrived on Clemont’s doorstep, each wrapped in lightning-bolt shaped gift wrap. Each box had the same gift tag on them:

To: Clemont

From: Nate

In addition, there seemed to be an envelope attached to one of the boxes. When opened, it reveals a postcard with Lucario Man on the front, and a message on the back:

Yo Clemont! It’s definitely been a while. Ever since Lysandre Labs sort of went down the tubes, their patented holo-caster technology went to the public, allowin for a bunch of companies to use this cool tech! So, I decided to send ya one of the best pieces of Unovain tech I know, now with a bit of Kalosian flair integrated in. Hope you enjoy!

Opening up the first package reveals an Xtransciever, this time in yellow with a lightning bolt decal on it. Already fully charged, the wrist device was easily able to bring up a hologram projection, this time set to a Christmas tree for demonstration.

The second package, when opened, reveals a set of Luxury balls, resulting in a total of 6. On one of the pokeballs was a note: “Figured you might need some of these for more formal occasions.”

The final package, when unwrapped, turns out to be a series of DVD’s with the highest picture quality available. All of them seem to sport a familiar face on the front, Nate’s face specifically. They all seem to be movies that Nate has acted in over the past several years, with a note attached to one of them: “In case your current movie selection is lacking.”

@theamazingtrainer-nate

Clemont read the note, a small creeping onto his lips as he finished. He quickly brought he gifts inside and began to unwrap them gingerly, attempting to preserve the bows and wrapping as much as he could.

He opened the first gift, and the context of his note was illuminated by the piece of technology that lay within. The Xtranciever was already a marvel in its own right, but the addition of Holocaster 3D Light Projection was something that put it over the top in many respects. The name Lysandre flashed in his mind for a moment, making his small falter the smallest amount before the feeling was tucked in the back of his mind and he strapped the device to his wrist.

“At least something good came of that company,” he mused. He pressed a few buttons on the device, swapping the displayed Christmas Tree to a projection of Prism Tower. Already his mind was looking towards the New Year’s celebratory display he had in mind.

He quickly moved on to the second gift and gave it the same meticulous attention to its unwrapping before he was able to free the contents. He plucked one of the luxury balls as his eyes went wide.

“I’m sure my team will love these! I wonder just how ex-…” he shut down that thought immediately. That was a rude question, even when the gift-giver was absent. Still he lifted the luxury balls from the box and moved them to the adjacent table as his pokemon companions came over to inspect them for their own curiosity.

He unraveled the final gift, revealing the set of DVDs. He spread them out on the table, now free of the wrapping and the boxes that once occupied them, and saw a familiar pattern and face across the entire set. He read the note and couldn’t help but let a wry smile cross his face.

“I think Nate needs to branch out into science fiction. Not a single one here,” he let out a short laugh, “But I’m sure that we’ll have a lot of fun with these, right guys?” Clemont let that last part of his sentence out towards his team, now clamouring over the luxury balls.

“Oh dear, come on guys, I’ll sort out who gets which! Don’t fight over them!”

Clemont left the gifts on the table behind as he beckoned his team into the next room, luxury balls in hand, giving one glance to a particularly prominent face of Nate on one of the movie case covers. He let out a quiet chuckle, “Merry Christmas, Nate. I’ll be sure to get you something just as thoughtful when I arrive in Unova.”

[lordnochybaty]

"Don't worry, I'm right here, and I'm not leaving" for James/Thomas :)

Okay, this is not only super late (sorry!) but it also got super angsty somehow. Like, seriously, it’s so angsty that if you want a do-over you can pick another prompt. XD Though I don’t promise it will be less angsty.

Hope you enjoy anyway? And thanks for the prompt. I had fun angsting myself.

Also on AO3

They’ve been in this house for a month. It seems abandoned, no one bothered them here, no one followed them so far. They tried not to come out much during the day, still hiding and waiting for the possible pursue. Thomas carefully did not think of this house as theirs, as a house that could possibly become theirs, just like he did not think of any previous hide-outs as anything permanent. He greeted the sight of every new place with curiosity and joy at finally being able to see more of the world, but never with the hope that this might be his to see for years to come. Hope was important, but it needed to be the quiet, persevering kind, not the one bursting at every possibility, getting attached too quickly. Thomas before his imprisonment never thought there was a difference and how important the distinction was.

Now, after a month spent in the house, the hopeful thoughts started seeping into his mind and he let them.

It was not too big of a house, it would suit the two of them and there was enough place for the second bedroom for the sake of propriety or guests.

The orchard seemed highly neglected, but still showing some promise. Thomas could hardly bare the thought of working in the field again, but the idea of growing something was a tempting one. And surely they would need some sort of income… And something to do as well… People always cast less suspicion on those who were busy with an honest job.

The city was close enough to be of use but far enough to not disturb them.

They could have a life here, he thought as he let the more mundane hopes go through his mind. Where he would put the bookcase. How they would need a table in the main room. That they could probably get a horse and how he hoped James knew how exactly to buy one. Thomas’ experience with working horses was thin at best. His experience with buying one even worse.

His thoughts plummeted down the path of how little he really knew about the life of a free man who was not supported by his family’s money.

He learned a lot in the last decade. Things he never thought he would be able to do. He could work on the field. He could cook well enough not to starve, even though his repertoire of dishes was rather plain and his sense of measurements more adjusted to cooking for thirty men rather than two. He learned far more about the human nature in general and his own as well. The sure certainty that one only can know oneself through what he’s been through was engraved in his scars and callused hands. And yet now, finally free, he felt as lost as a child once again.

He had no idea how much anything cost, he could be cheated twice over. He almost forgot how to talk to people and not seem like someone from an entirely different part of the world or at least different part of the society. He had no idea how to blend in and while it might’ve been an entertaining tale, when he tried to dress as a commoner so James’ could give him a proper tour of London, now it seemed less thrilling and more terrifying.

Left to his own devices he would be found or killed within days. If he lost James-

He stopped his thoughts immediately with the strength well practiced over the years.

He gasped for air, sliding down the wall to sit curled up in the corner of the main room, feeling as if he was drowning. As if he was diving deeper and deeper with every step he took from the plantation and finally there was no air for him at all and no way he could run back fast enough to survive. His insides turning, twisting as he gasped for air, trying to control it and waiting for it to pass.

The sky turned gray with the first lights of the morning when the spell started to fade. He laid on the floor, panting as if he run for miles, squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing the bile down.

Now was not the time for this.

He was not alone yet.

Eventually, he managed to heave himself up and slowly make his way towards the bedroom.

James laid in bed, covered with everything Thomas could find in the house. An old blanket, some thick rugs that could’ve been clothes before. There wasn’t much and James shivered underneath it all, though he tried to shove the covers off of him. He was burning up again.

Thomas went to his side and took the cleaner cloth he made from the shirt he took from the plantation. The water he left in the chipped basin was still cold enough, the night air not as thick as it would become during the day. Carefully he dampened the cloth and run it over James’ overheated skin. His face, his neck, down his chest which was moving with shallow, rattled breaths. The sound of them haunting Thomas.

James’ mumbling became louder and slowly slightly more understandable.

“No… please… don’t leave… please…”

“Shh,” Thomas asked quietly, with one hand petting James sticky, dirty hair and the other moving steadily with the cold cloth to lower his temperature. “It’s alright. I’m here. It’s going to be alright.”

“Nonono… we can’t stop now… we need to go…”

James struggled as if to get up and Thomas pressed him back into bed. He was relieved he didn’t have to fight James in the midst of his nightmares, but the ease with which James was pushed back frightened him.

“We’re safe here, James. We’re alright.”

“You can’t… not like this…” James tossed his hands, looking tortured and haunted as Thomas tried to calm him with his touch with only partial success. “… for nothin’… don’t….”

The urge to get a doctor fought in Thomas with the fear of being caught. Of being imprisoned again. James being imprisoned. What if they just killed him anyway? What if he died on the way to prison? Was it all worth risking now? For a doctor that might not be able to help? And how was Thomas supposed to pay him? They had nothing, the clothes on their back and few coins left from what they stole right after leaving the plantation. It might be enough for the doctor, but how was Thomas to know? And what he will do after this? He could go for few days without food, he knew that well enough now, but James? After such illness, he will need to build up his strength. Would they even be allowed to stay here?

He kept shushing James, who mumbled on, protesting against something, begging and pleading, he was breaking Thomas’ heart, but he made no move to leave the house.

He wondered how he will explain this to James if he recovers. How James’ is not the only one of them who changed into a less honorable shape. How often Thomas debated taking action over the risk it brought and how often he pretended he didn’t see the cruelty of the guards or pleading stares of the inmates. How often was he deaf to pleas and how often he shared what he learned with the guards to avoid trouble and half-cocked attempts at rebellion that would doom them all. How often he wanted to rage and protest and fight, but the still so fresh memory of Bethlem bent his neck into submission.

How now he had to make a choice: risk their lives or only risk James’ and yet he sat by the bed James suffered on and kept quieting him down, not only because he wanted him to find some peace, but because the sounds in the dark, empty room sounded too loud and too risky.

James trashed in the bed again, Thomas’ hands on his shoulders unable to calm him down.

“Don’t! No! Don’t- Don’t leave! Don’t!”

He was tossing around as Thomas tried to press down his flying hands, touching his face and pressing closer to ease his fears.

“Shhh, love, shhhh.”

James fell back on the bed as if the strings were cut from him, but his face did not relax, it looked even more tortured as Thomas pressed soft kisses to it, his hands running through James’ hair as he kept mumbling with tortured, painful sobs.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled his sweaty face pressing against Thomas’ colder hands.

“I’m here, love, I’m here,” Thomas assured quietly.

“Please, John—” Thomas’ hands stilled for a brief moment as his breath caught slightly, before he pressed another kiss into James’ brow, right under the line of his hair. “Don’t—”

“Don’t worry, I’m right here,” Thomas assured quietly, “and I’m not leaving.”

He kissed James’ forehead. It was far too warm to the touch. Perhaps even worse than it was at night. He held him close, uncertain anymore if he was the one giving comfort or seeking it.

“He wouldn’t let you die, would he?” he said quietly, his thoughts now on the man he didn’t get to meet, but who granted him another chance at life with James. “Regardless of risk and your opinions.”

He moved away to look at James’ tortured face. James still hasn’t said much about the man that betrayed him and saved his life, but he was still angry and hurt over their parting. That much was obvious even when he was conscious enough to hide his feelings on the matter.

Thomas could not find in himself anything but gratitude towards the mysterious John Silver. Cruel, selfish part of him that grew alarmingly in the last decade, was certain that alive James was the best outcome, even if he was also hurt and betrayed.

He realized with suddenly that now, thinking of John Silver he not only felt gratitude but also shame. The disgusting, burning twist of it deep in his stomach.

“He would have saved you, wouldn’t he?” he asked quietly, his voice thin and weak. Barely audible over James mutters and moans.

He put the cloth back into the water-filled basin.

“He already did once, didn’t he? His efforts really shouldn’t go to waste…” He smoothed down James’ hair again and kissed him quickly once again before standing up to leave the room. “I will be back as soon as possible, love.”

He did not pause on his way out, worried if he does he will stop for good. He moved quickly, determined to fight back the urge to hide and trying to avoid overthinking his decision, to outrun the growing fear. He walked as fast as he dared towards the nearby town, hoping he didn’t just doom them both.

Hope was all he had now.

[wolveria]

Did everyone stop having asks lately or are you just doing you? I'm lost without reading them almost daily oh man. Lemme throw one out there. That submission you had this week, the space trucker thing. What do you think, Cody as a space trucker? Give us insight on how that would be!

I meant to get to this ask days ago, I’m so sorry! I’ve got a bunch of messages I need to get to. Unfortunately, I’m in the middle of my hermit cycle, so I’ve been isolating myself to the extreme. Definitely not a good thing, and I need to shake myself out of it. Not easy when you live in the middle of nowhere and don’t really talk to anyone. xD

Thank you for checking in, though! Lets me know that people are thinking about me, and that just totally blows my mind.

Cody as a space-trucker sounds hilarious. Would he be like, a cargo pilot? A transport trucker? I think that would be a really fun job. Especially if he’s also smuggling contraband. Maybe that’s what he’s doing when the Empire are in power, instead of working for them. ;) The daring smuggler who secretly works for the Rebels.