#i like the amount of detail in the writing even when you're just stuck looking around for clues

[chronobreak]

i am finally giving zero escape 999 a go, it rocks so far

[impactedfates]

Love In Different Shapes - Various HSR Boys x GN! Reader

★ Summary: Your lover loves to show that they love you, however some of their methods to do so, aren't something you'd expect - i.e HSR Boys and their love languages (but it's not your typical love language)

☆ Characters Included (Separate): Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Blade, Welt, Luka, Sampo, Gepard, Loucha + bonus character

★ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Crack (?)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Just had random thoughts about HSR characters love language and decided to write about what theirs is in my opinion - just not your typical ones. // Not proof read - we die like Himeko // There's a HSR Girl version as well! Right here.

Dan Heng shows his love unintentionally by staring at you. Just full on staring. I mean, I'm sure most of us agree that Dan Heng is a man of few words, but I feel like you could be getting up to get water and you'll come back to Dan Heng staring at you. You might think 'oh, he wants me back in bed'

no.

He's just staring very lovingly at you, as creepy as it is. He wants to make sure he sees you. He can't explain why it gives him comfort to just look at you or why he decides to show that he cares about you this way. But he does! It's his way of saying he cares, and although not many may see it as him showing his love to you. Both you and him know what it means when he decides to look at you for more then 5 minutes without talking.

Somehow, Jing Yuans love language consists of making sure you aren't able to do your work. Somehow his love language is doing everything in his power to get you to pay attention to him.

You know those videos of cats knocking over a cup? That's him, and all he wants is your attention. He loves seeing what ways make you look at him, even for a split second. Would it be a surprise kiss? Softly rubbing your arm up and down? Knocking over an expensive vase??

He wants to find everyway to ensure you look at him with those pretty eyes, and as confusing as this love language may be to others. He truly does just enjoy messing with you.

Biting. I will not elaborate (Well I am but-)

Blade just bites you. Not harshly, just nibbles. You could just be doing some work, and your neck or shoulder are exposed, he'd just come up to you and just.

Nom.

You have so many bite makes because of him, but he doesn't care. He's at work often and as much as I'm sure he loves kissing you. He loves biting you playfully just as much. The amount of bite marks around your body that keeps multiplying is just a show of his love to you.

Welt shows his love by drawing you. He loves sketching you doing whatever and showing you. He enjoys looking at your face and capturing every detail with a stroke of a pencil. He probably has a sketch book dedicated to drawings of you, but most are ripped out as you stick it on your wall.

If you offered to model for Welt he'd be more then happy and ensures to be extra careful - not like he wasn't before but he wants to capture every single detail there is that he sees. And honestly? If you were to draw your own drawing of him then he'd be so happy. It's stuck on his wall, it's his wallpaper and it'll even by his profile picture for awhile.

Luka shows off. He's one of the guys that's like

"This is for you babe!"

But he fails, miserably even. He's usual so good at showing off, but when he tries to show off to you to show you how much he absolutely adores you he fails.

Every.

Single.

T i m e.

It's okay though, you get the gesture. You understand what he's trying to do, even after the countless fails. He wants to be successful even once as he feels if he continues failing you won't love him anymore.

You do though, you understand. And honestly? It's kinda cute how hard he tries trying to score a basket just to show you he loves you.

Reverse scamming (credits to my friend for this idea :D)

Sampo loves scamming others, but you? You're no exception sadly. On the other hand, how he scams you isn't what you'd think. He'd maybe scam you until getting what YOU want. Now what HE wants. Sometimes he may even scam you to get just a simple kiss or a hug.

You try to tell him if he wants a kiss or a hug he can just ask, but he finds it more fun this way. And you may even try to convince him to stop "scamming" you into getting the things you want, but he also refuses.

We all know Gepard is trying to garden and failing (I think) right? So what does everyone think of getting a half wilted flower from this man :D

He tries I swear, he just cannot do it correctly. You may even just get a tomato as an anniversary gift as he just couldn't take care of the flowers he was trying to grow for you. Bro may be more upset with being unable to grow you the best flower then he is about not catching Sampo.

He keeps trying and failing but, he still gives it to you in hopes you'll accept it! You will right? Even if he's given you a potato that's about to go bad?

Loucha can and will pat your head to show how much he loves you. As a merchant and a doctor, he doesn't necessarily have the time to sit down and relax, and even so. He doesn't seem like the type to want to. However he doesn't want his partner to feel neglected either, so to sure that he does love you so you don't forget. He pats your head with a small smile.

It doesn't even matter if your taller then him, he'll find a way to pat your head, whether it be to punch you in the stomach so you can bend over, pull you down by your collar or even just climbing onto his coffin to just pat your head a few times. He will pat that head of yours so you're reminded he still loves you despite his schedule.

Dr Ratio definitely info dumps to show his love. I don't even know much about this man yet but I know for a fact that he'd be casually talking about the history of something or in general just anything he knows whilst you two are eating.

He'd say something that's so jaw-dropping and continue eating and I love him for that. He seems sweet honestly, and if you want to info dump about anything you like? He listens with such intent, asks questions and remembers every word. I love him so much (I know he isn't out yet but-)

Hehehe. I spent a good bit rambling with my friend about certain HSR characters "unusual" love language and decided to write one! It's not proof read as most of the time, my rambles aren't proof read. But as always, if I messed some spelling or grammar up. Inform me and I'll fix it :D

[loganlermanstanaccount]

Crush

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: Boss!Miguel x lab tech!reader

summary: You've got a crush on your boss. But it's harmless - doesn't mean anything. Until it does.

warnings: no warnings. just fluff :D

a/n: just a little something I wrote to take a break from the college au fic I'm writing. sweet and fluffy and happy bc I've put this poor guy through so much 😭

not proofread at all, my bad y'all

wc: 1.6k

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thinking about being Miguel's respite. His soft spot, a place to lay his head away from all the bullshit. you're not apart of the spider society, not strictly, just a technician that puts their head down and gets on with it. and sure, you've got a little crush on your boss, but who wouldn't? Miguel is smart, mostly calm, and surprisingly funny. whilst everyone cracks a smile at all the mile-a-minute jokes of the other spiderpeople; you find yourself laughing at all of your boss' little moments. dry, deadpan, humor - and he looks so, so good when he says it. 

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"You swoop in with the-" Peter B makes a swoosh sound, hand swiping across the air like a kid playing with toy planes. "And then I'll do a-" 

Thud. He brings his hand down to the table solidly, with some force. It makes the table shudder and your head pops up slightly from under a workstation, hiding a smile. With their backs turned, they don't notice you're there.

You've got a pair of pliers in one hand, and a mess of wires with the other. You don't see the both of them that often, preferring to squirrel yourself away in the labs, but you've been stuck here with system updates. Whilst you've drawn the short end of the straw, yet again, it doesn't feel like it; basking in the warmth of the two even from the opposite end of the room. 

Miguel gives him a look, eyebrow raised. Peter waits, expectantly. A beat passes. 

" Oh. Are you… is that the whole plan?" Poking ever so slightly out of the tangle of wires, you catch his facial expression and it makes you giggle. Fuck. You clamp your hand over your mouth and retreat back into the depths. 

Busying yourself with the work, you pretend not to hear them pad towards you. It doesn't last long, and you're met with Peter B's face: 5 o'clock shadow and a blinding smile. 

"Oh shit! You're the…. uhuhh… that technician that I…" He clicks his fingers towards you, calling out to Miguel. Embarrassed, you stand up, expecting a scolding. 

It doesn't come. Miguel says your name, and it surprises you. 

"They're not usually on this floor, though. Lab A118, right?" He turns to you, and you nod slowly. How… how does he know that? You can count the amount of times you've spoken to Miguel one-on-one on a single hand, and yet he can remember which lab you work in? There were dozens of labs, triple the amount of technicians, and even if he did-

" Great . You can tell Miguel it's a brilliant plan," Peter beams. 

"Uhhh…." Not knowing what to say, you fiddle with the pliers in hand. 

"You don't... You don't have to answer that."

"...she does if she thinks it's good, Miguel." He deadpans, and turns to you. "He'll fire you if you don't answer."

"¿ Qué carajo, Peter ? " He practically hisses. Hurriedly, he reassures you with a hand on your arm. His tone is warm, softer. " Seriously, you don't have to answer that."

Peter huffs, leading you to take a seat on the counter. And you do, as he pleads his case. 

The older man is animated, and the scene makes you laugh: Peter B in a robe and fuzzy slippers, telling a humble technician the intimate details of their mission. Miguel takes a seat next to you, thigh creeping closer to yours. You pretend not to notice, and focus on the man in front of you. 

"Our target is this freaky little guy-" 

"The Green Goblin." Miguel corrects

"Whatever. This freaky little guy from a medieval dimension. All hear ye, hear ye , and shit…. a freak with a bell on his hat and purple cape. Sounds simple enough, right?" 

"...right." Miguel answers, exasperated already. 

Peter makes the sound of a buzzer. " Wrong! His dimension is paper-based, meaning he's a slippery little shit otherwise. Doesn't adhere to our kind of physics," The man besides you prepares to interject, but is shut down by the wave of a hand. 

"More or less, Miguel, I don't care for the science - this guy is literally two-dimensional. So you ," Woosh. He makes the gesture from earlier on. "And I'll," Smack. He brings his hands together with distinct flair.

Your boss still has his brows drawn up in confusion, but something clicks for you. 

"Miguel….takes him from his blind spot," You copy the gesture, as they both watch. Miguel can see the cogs turning in your head, the little twitch of your lips and press of eyebrows. "...and you pin him down from above."

“Yes! Yes, that's exactly what I said!" He pumps his fist upwards, pulling you off the counter and into a bear hug. You're laughing, and you hear him from over your shoulder. "We stick him with a doohickey, and then he's jingling all the way back home. I'm a goddamn genius, aren't I?" 

Miguel scoffs, amused. It's a somewhat good plan, but he's even more surprised at you: half-strangled in the other man's arms, and smiling wide. 

When Peter finally releases you, with a sly middle finger to Miguel for good measure, he rushes off. He's…babbling on about how Jess is gonna love this , or something like that. 

You're left with Miguel, still on the counter, head cocked. He's looking towards the door, you think, until you meet his eyes and jump. They are a deep scarlet, framed by wispy lashes. Your boss is pretty; so, so pretty . Perhaps not the most appropriate thought, but it's all you can think about as he talks. 

"You speak Parker?" He says, and you laugh. It makes heat prickle in his chest. 

" No way, sir. I… I think that's a first for me." You put your hands up, shaking your head; the remnants of a giggle bubbling up. 

"Maybe you should be on strategy? I could… we could do with that kind of talent on the team." His face is steady, and unreadable. You swear you can see a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but it's hard to tell. He's rubbing at his neck, carding through the hair at his nape. 

He seems… shy, for some reason. 

"I'm flattered, sir, really. But I'm happy with what I do in research."

He hums, a strange expression on his face. He's on his feet now, getting a little closer to you. The pliers are in your hand, and he picks it up in his wide palms. Your hands are soft, he thinks. 

The action makes you hold your breath, and all of a sudden you're looking at his lips. 

" This," He's perceptive, and ignores the way your gaze makes him feel; the heat of your body so close to his. "Is a bit too big for what you're trying to do. It's a bit of a struggle, right?" 

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. 

He flashes a little smile and leads you back to the workstation. "The number 4, please."

You hand him the smaller attachment, shaking yourself out of a daze. Your fingers brush, but you force yourself to concentrate on what he does under the hood , so to speak. 

"A little pressure, right…" You put your hand on the spot, and he moves it with his own, ever so slightly. "... here. Pull, please."

You give a solid tug, and he pushes the tool into a junction at the wires. It comes apart much easier than before. 

"You felt it?" He says it lowly; and it makes you blink twice. " That's when you pull. When you feel that tension."

He nods, and you stutter a timid thank you. "T-Thanks, sir. You didn't have to, though."

"I wanted to. I basically built all of this, I know it like the back of my hand. So it's no trouble." From anybody else, it would sound like a brag, but from Miguel it's nothing but the truth. You're in awe of him. sometimes: everything he's built, everything he's achieved. 

"So it's your fault none of these wires are colour-coded properly?" You say with a  burst of confidence. "Why are the wires for electrics brown? And the hydro-pumps are… purple? Not blue, or–" 

It peters off when you see his expression, gaunt and serious. 

" Shit. Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to cross a line, or anything."

"Sure, I built it," He erupts into a smile, and it makes him laugh. God, you've made Miguel laugh . "But I never said I was good at it." 

It puts you at ease, and you're brave enough to give him a little smile in return. And he likes it: your eyes light up, and worry lines relax. 

"And you don't need to call me sir. It's Miguel." As if introducing himself for the first time, he stretches out a hand. You take it, and say your name. 

"I know." He says it gently, and your heart skips a beat. "You need some help with the rest?" 

Realistically, it's a one-person job; something you can do even quicker now he's shown you the right technique. But he's already so close, and you're hung up on the way he speaks to you: steady, patient, with the prettiest, plump lips you've had the pleasure of looking at. It's not helping you get over your inappropriate crush; and will absolutely feed into your delusion; but he offered , ever so sweet. 

"Yeah, Miguel." You take the tool from him and crane your head to the worktop's belly. "I think I do."

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[asuyaka]

Hello there! It's the anon who made the Gojo x affectionate reader request, I have to say I absolutely love your writing, it's so adorable and wholesome!

Anyways, I wanted to make a similar request like the one I previously asked for, but with a different scenario- kinda.

So my prompt is that Reader is like Mitsuri(not female tho, but if you're ok with it maybe make them a bit effeminate? Like the soft boy aesthetic!), they are a 1st grader but have enough strength to beat even the strongest adult in Jujutsu High to the ground like a ragdoll, they're very sweet and affectionate and just precious in general. They are best friends with Gojo and Geto and were sent to deliver the Star Plasma Vessel with the boys since their strength and durability can put them in the same level as a Special Grade student.

Now here is where this whole scenario actually takes place; Reader somehow managed to enter the domain(?) that Suguru and Toji were fighting on, unfortunately they only manage to get to where they are after Toji had already defeated Geto and after seeing their best friend now bloodied and unconscious on the ground, Reader gets very pissed off and make it their personal goal to give Toji some righteous ass whooping for what he did to their friends and Amanai. And after they took care of Toji they took Geto and ran out of the domain before it could collapse on them.

Sorry if that's a long request! I like making my asks as detailed as I can and tend to go overboard, especially if it's about my current hyperfixations. I hope you' have a great day/afternoon/night! Also remember to stay hydrated and take breaks!😁

- Sincerely, 🌈 Anon.

★ - 'm so glad you liked it !! o(*////▽////*)q req's a tiny bit confusin' but 'm think 'm got the general gist of it!! :3

★ - 'm sorry but 'm wasn't exactly sure who the main character was, so 'm decided ta use em both cauze yanno they're right there!! ^_^

☆ - Teen! Satosugu x Male Reader — can be read as platonic or romantic!

♡ - Zuha's a bit silly n doesn't know how t'write fight scenes s'forgive 'im if it isn't suuuper good! ꒰#’ω`#꒱੭

This whole 'merging' with Riko was extremely taxing on you, Suguru, and Satoru, but it's almost over so you three can relax and play Digimon 'till you passed out!

"Uwaaa! I'm so tired..." You mutter, leaning on Suguru's shoulder as your group climbs the stairs leading to Tengen's barrier around Jujutsu High.

Riko beside you huffs. "You can at least pretend not to be!"

"I'm sure [Name] didn't mean anything by it." Kuroi smiles softly as the five of you finally reach the top of the stair way, safely inside Jujutsu High barriers.

You let out a sigh of relief. At first, you weren't entirely sure why you were put on the mission, you're only a first-grade sorcerer while Suguru and Satoru were special grades, but Yaga chalked it up to you being strong enough and your friends needing someone responsible to be with.

The mission took more out of Satoru than anyone else, you and Suguru were heavily aware of that. On Day Two, you stayed up with him the entire night, busying yourself with whatever videos you could find and an unhealthy amount of Sakura Mochi.

You hear Suguru tell Satoru he worked hard, and he did. Harder than the two of you could thanks to his technique. You make a mental note to yourself to treat the two of them to food when the merging is finally complete.

"I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat again." Satoru rolls his eyes, the blue glow that indicated he was using his Six Eyes dissipating.

You walk up behind him and hug Satoru from behind. "Goob job 'toru!" You make sure not to squeeze too tight, he was tired and you didn't want to make him physically hurt too.

The next thing that happens, hurts.

You feel something— it's sharp — enter your abdomen and exit through Satoru's sternum.

The two of you instinctively look back. You're inside the barrier which is supposed to protect you from any intruders, but obviously from the blood that's piling up your throat, it didn't.

Satoru uses a small version of Blue and Suguru uses a curse. It hurt, obviously. You couldn't use your technique to nullify it because it wouldn't do it's job of hurting the man behind you, so you let it pass.

You breathe to calm yourself and analyze your situation. Your eye is bruised, not blind but there is blood obscuring your vision. You definitely have internal bleeding, but it missed vital spots so you can suck it up and deal with it.

Satoru and Suguru are talking about something, but you're worried about Riko and Kuroi— some could argue that you should be worried about the hole in your stomach but your injuries come later, Riko and Kuroi need to be safe.

"Suguru, [Name], get them to Tengen-sama."

Suguru tenses, gazing between you three before nodding. "Be careful!"

You get up, internal bleeding be dammed, grabbing Riko's arm and running the other way with Suguru.

The bleeding of your eye gets worse with every step and you have to keep running despite coughing up blood more times than is healthy. Suguru looks back at you, worried, but you assure him you're okay.

You can't let Satoru down. You can't let Suguru down, so you force your body to deal with it— force your body to use RCT, something you know like the back of your hand due to your technique.

The four of you reach the elevator that leads to where Tengen stays. Suguru makes sure You, Kuroi, and Riko enter in first before pressing the button for the lowest floor.

"H-here!" Kuroi hands you a handkerchief to clean the blood off your hands. You mumble out a small "thanks" using it to wipe your face as well.

You're strong, you know that. Being a first grade while in the second year is an amazing feat, but fuck you were scared.

You're able to go through Satoru's Infinity just fine, but that's because of your technique. That man, whoever he was, shouldn't be. "Satoru's going to be fine, don't worry," Suguru says as if he can hear your thoughts, patting your arm for reassurance.

If Suguru says everything is going to be okay, then everything is going to be okay. You remind yourself to focus, focus, focus— because after this, you two will go help Satoru, and everyone will be fine.

The elevator stops and the four of you get out. You're beside Suguru and Riko and Kuroi trail behind you. All of a sudden, Kuroi stops.

She's crying and you can feel your heart breaking. This 'merging' thing was fucked up from the get-go. No kid should have to always have in the back of their mind that they're going to die, and there's nothing they can do to stop it.

"Suguru..." You mumble softly. You shouldn't be seeing this— it's private, meant to be between them. Suguru nods. He understands, he knows what's happening is messed up and he's going to do something about it, who cares what Tengen needs?

The walk is silent, unnervingly so but you're about to kill a kid. The thought makes your stomach churn but you do nothing about it. You're strong, you can deal with it.

"Suguru, I'm staying back." You say, hands pressed into a fist and your head hung low. You can't stomach the thought of willingly killing a kid— you won't forgive yourself even though you know you can't do anything about it.

Suguru doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. You were put on the mission last minute, and he knows how empathetic you are.

You watch them make their way to Tengen's territory and you feel sick. You feel sick to your stomach, hunching down and forcing yourself to calm down.

"focus, focus, focus." You say like a mantra to yourself, even though you're scared. You know how to focus if the situation is right, but you just feel nauseous.

You hear steps walking closer and your heart jumps. It's Satoru! Satoru did it and now he's coming back to show that he's a part of the strongest duo in the Jujutsu world.

"Damn. Didn't know they had security here."

Your eyes widen. That voice doesn't sound like Satoru, and it doesn't look a thing like him. It's that man, the same one that went through Satoru's Infinity.

You can see him clearly now thanks to the yellow fluorescent lights on the sides of the wall.

He's more muscular than you you can tell that easily. His hair is flat against his head with eyes that don't have any form of empathy in them, and with a scar on his lip.

You aren't scared, surprisingly, you're angry— fucking livid.

He killed Kuroi, a woman who was so nice, so grateful for the things she'd had in life, a woman who didn't deserve to die. He killed Satoru— he killed the people you care about.

You don't ask questions, you don't stare with your mouth open like a moron, you start fighting.

You're struggling to keep your emotions in check even though the first and basic rule of Jujutsu Sorcery is to not let your emotions get in the way.

The man, whoever he is, grabs your wrist, hastily pocketing his gun and grabbing a knife, stabbing it straight through your sternum and dragging it down to your hip line.

He takes it out, your blood staining his forearm. He switches the way he's handling it and stabs you through your throat.

Your vocal cords and blood vessels are in pain, but you can't yell, can't scream, can't do anything. Your body face-first falls limp on the floor, pushing the knife deeper into your throat to the point it comes out the back of your neck.

He stomps on your head for good measure, grabbing his gun and walking towards where Geto and Riko are.

You feel your heart slowing down as your blood leaks to your fingers. You're dead, you're dead if you don't do something—anything. Your eyes close and blood leaks out of your mouth. You're done for.

The sound of rubble falling wakes you up, your hand twitching before you lug yourself up, the front of your uniform stained with your blood as the energy from your subconscious RCT flares off your body.

You pull the knife from your throat. It stings, obviously, but you don't care about that.

You know for a fact now that Satoru, Kuroi, and Riko are dead. With every step, you hear more crashing and buildings getting destroyed.

Your eyes scan the area. You can feel the output from one of Suguru's stronger curses, it's faint, most likely due to distance, but it's definitely there.

Jumping from the platform, you hastily make your way to where the energy was coming from.

You're there— so close until the building fucking collapses.

Your heart drops when all the dust and smoke clears. Suguru is lying down— is he dead? Oh Suguru, please don't be dead — an 'X' on his torso his eyes are closed and that same fucking man is standing in front of him.

"Shit kid, just can't stay dead can you?" His grin pisses you off. It's full of teeth as his scar grows wider.

He notices your expression, holding back a snicker. It looks just like the curse-eater's when he realized Gojo died. "Might wanna close your mouth, you'll catch a flyhead in there." He snickers, putting the blade he had back into his cursed spirit and getting a smaller weapon with two blades on it.

You grab a weapon out of your back pocket. Your technique barely helps in hand-to-hand combat so you're used to carrying a weapon on you that you're used to using. Why you didn't use it the first time, you aren't sure yourself.

It's a decent-sized blade Yaga had made with the technique of a retired sorcerer. Hammerspace or something, you don't really care. All you need now is that man dead.

You throw the knife at him for a distraction. He deflects it, like you expected. You ducked behind him, your hands curled up into a fist as your hand connected with the blade of his sword.

You had to make this quick so you can tend to Suguru.

Not giving him any time to land on his feet, you grab your blade from the air switching the grip into a reverse hammer and brute-forcing your way through his hand.

The blood splatters on your cheek, grabbing the blade out and using your other arm to hit him from the side.

You take a second to breathe. His arm has a hole in it and he's breathing heavily. That cocky grin finally wiped from his face.

Every single bone in your body was telling you to kill him, to put an end to him right then and there for killing people who didn't deserve it— for killing teenagers.

But then you remember Suguru. Suguru who's lying on the floor somewhere, most likely bleeding out. That is what pulls you out of your anger-infused trance, turning your back to the man and rushing for Suguru.

He doesn't try and kill you, thankfully, but you notice Riko's body is gone.

Pushing all that to the back of your mind, Riko's dead body, her lifeless face— her life that was cut too short because she was born as a vessel, you find Suguru.

His breathing is there, very faint, but it's there. Immediately starting RCT on his body as tears brim your eyes. You're crying now, crying over all the things you should've cried about before but were too busy trying to keep yourself alive— not that you could die anyway, you do RCT subconciously.

"Suguru... Suguru, please open your eyes," Your voice wavers as his uniform gets damp with your tears.

You keep RCT going, pressing your ear where Suguru's heart is as his blood stains your face. You cry over the death of Satoru, you cry that you weren't able to save Kuroi or Riko, you cry about how you couldn't kill the man that would've killed most of the people you knew— most of the people you care about.

"[N-Name]...?"

Suguru's voice sounds so weak. It sounds horse, like he's dehydrated, but it's there— God, Suguru's alive.

"'m sorry- was too weak- 'm so sorry S'gu!" You wail as the tears fall harder, your decently muscular arms wrapped around his torso as you wait for him to berate you, to yell at you for not killing that man when you had the chance.

"[Name]— It's okay, I just... fuck, okay, listen, it wasn't your fault, alright? He had a heavenly pact and from what I can see, you at least caused him to bleed." Suguru's hand wipes the blood on your cheek, his thumb presses against the grass to get the blood from that monkey off him.

"I'll check on Satoru, so wait here, okay?"

You don't have the heart to say no to him. You're too weak, too mentally fatigued to stand up and see the corpse of someone else you loved, someone else you cherished.

So you watch Suguru leave, accompanied by wet sniffles and dry wails, you curl in on yourself and wait obediently for someone to come get you.

You don't know if you're hallucinating, but you swear you see a patch of dark blue hair, blood leaking from Riko's the person's head before you pass out.

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Jun Wu/Male reader.

Reader is his servant who followed him through everything including destroying xian le.

I don't know if this is good.

Don't kill me pls 🏃😭

Unbridled Loyalty

Jun Wu x M!reader

Of course not! I don't mind writing for Jun Wu. Yes I hate him but I would never hate on someone who likes him😭 I thinks it's crazy how ppl go far enough to not only hate the character but real ppl who may like him! 🖤🖤

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight ooc

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You're just a servant at first

Jun Wu has plenty of those so you're nothing too special at the beginning

But it's only the beginning

Jun Wu was never just the emperor of the heavens, in secret he's white no face

And once you stick around long enough you learn that

Most servants leave, they get scared of him or they'll be scared of the rumors of Jun Wu

Jun Wu does a good job at covering his tracks though so some servants even go missing

But you're different you stuck by his side and you've even been promoted multiple times to be his personal aid

He likes you. You're. . . Different

You stayed even when he brought havoc and death upon Xian Le. That's a crazy amount of devotion

Whether it's a good or a bad thing you've become one of his new obsessions

He starts looking into details about you and he definitely talks to you more than when you first became just a servant boy to run small errands.

Jun Wu cares for you that's unmistakable

You have your own lavish room and lavish things, he definitely spoils you in return for your loyalty.

These days the heavens never see Jun Wu without you

You're always tagging along, face hidden

He likes to be the only one to see you

You're beautiful and he'd like it to be your guys little secret

Jun Wu doesn't really remember how love feels but whenever you touch him he thinks the memory resurfaces.

You get promoted again when Jun Wu starts moving you to his room instead of yours

If any gods or officials speak badly on your name they may go missing and bad things may happen to them

The heavens have started a rumor that saying your name is a curse

Jun Wu's a little strange like that.

He doesn't mind ruining your potential relationships with other people as long as he can keep you to himself

You still stay by his side so obviously you don't hate it.

You feel like you get promoted again when Jun Wu starts giving you more sly touches and even kisses.

It's never really made clear but Jun Wu has definitely claimed you as his

It's a strange relationship but a relationship none the less.

Jun Wu seems to love you very much.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Because it looks like you’re already losing it do you have any extra thoughts on his voice lines? Mystery Shop Translations has them!

[Referencing this post!]

Yes, I know Mystery Shop TLs has the deets 👀 I'm the one that requested Rollo's voice lines dhabydsbiosaivfbifsan

To avoid spoiling anyone that hasn't had the chance to read his voice lines yet, I'll place my thoughts on them below the cut.

First thing's first! It seems like Rollo will be staying at NRC for a short amount of time. It’s disrupting the daily routine he usually has, so I wonder how he’ll adapt…? Apparently, this is because he has come to study at NRC for a brief period. So maybe there's some kind of student exchange program meaning we may get other "special" students in the future...

Rollo sounds SO unhappy (but in an emotionally-repressed way) when he says he would prefer not to step foot onto NRC campus. TOO LATE BUDDY YOU'RE STUCK WITH US WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT 🤡

QDBIUBSOYFVQE8FO8EQEFANOQEUTQEP OKAY, HE STARTS OFF STRONG... Just another monologue about he's going to be the one to create a just world and punish evildoers, how NRC is a place where evildoers dwell and how he has to observe them carefully... The usual Rollo talking points 😭 His Groovy line references the Just Judge and really shows how big of an ego Rollo has???? Like he's going to impart upon you "proper virtuous behavior"... BRO, I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT FROM SOMEONE WHO WAS PLANNING TO ENGULF THE WORLD IN FLOWERS THAT SUCK OUT ALL THE MAGIC

On the topic of "proper virtuous behavior", I like that we get subtle hints of Rollo actually pushing for this in his lines. It shows us that he actually does think he knows what's best for others and has very particular expectations for what is "good and just" behavior (even thinking that he leads by example). For example, Rollo advises that Yuu "fulfill their duty to their utmost", something which he also prides himself on. Additionally, he commands Grim in their Duo Magic to do as he says, to which of course Grim protests, saying that he doesn't want to be ordered around. Rollo also frowns on Idia's use of an electronic tablet as a substitute for attending classes in person, calling it "laziness beyond reproach".

I find it hilarious that Rollo is SO angry at Malleus that he describes even the general area that Malleus resides in and the mirror that leads there as "absolutely repulsive". HIS HATE BONER FOR MALLEUS WILL NEVER DIE... Even funnier when you realize Rollo is (relatively) neutral toward Azul and only slightly negative about Idia (the other two SSR boys responsible for his downfall). Rollo even expresses curiosity about the Mostro Lounge (and I fully intend to write a fic with this premise in mind, it's just TOO good to pass up)! Both Idia and Azul are referred to as “[first name]-kun” whereas Malleus is referred to vaguely (“that man”) or just has his full name shouted 😭

It's... surprisingly cute??? That he compliments the quality of Trein's lessons. I wish we had more of Rollo's thoughts in this regard, because I feel like he's keeping a lot of his more detailed thoughts locked away. (Notice also that he calls Trein by first-name basis, “Mozus-sensei”.)

Noble Bell College doesn't have dormitories, which makes sense. It is stated in canon to be a much smaller school than NRC, so I'd imagine the student population is also smaller and thus having multiple dormitories to accommodate them all wouldn't be necessary. Laughing at the fact that Rollo just casually dunks on Ramshackle's name though 😭 I MEAN, HE AIN'T WRONG... The place was a bit of a dump before the renovations...

It's really interesting that Rollo continues to express a preference for "relaxing" places; he comments that he loves the Mirror Chamber because it's quiet and he finds it charming. There's also the previously mentioned interest in Azul's cafe, as well as a remark about the knowledge that NRC's library has. It makes me think he can be quite contemplative, although perhaps he doesn't direct his energy toward the most positive emotions at times.

In spite of all of this, the voice lines also maintain a sort of "distance" to them, which I love. This is most obviously seen in the voice line where Rollo asks Yuu if they need something since they were acting overly familiar with him. Rollo indicates that he believes Yuu mistook him for someone else. He doesn't seem to have friends, nor desire them, even if they're of a non-mage persuasion like Yuu. There continues to be this lingering sense of uneasiness and distrust between him and his peers, even when others like Yuu, the gargoyles, his aide and vice president, make an effort to reach out to him. HE JUST WANTS TO EXPLODE PEOPLE WITH HIS MIND, THIS ICY NeUTRALiTY IS tHE NICEST THIS MAn CaN MUSTER/j It really suits Rollo's character to refuse to properly "integrate" with NRC. He's also very actively avoiding making certain decisions which would prompt him to return to the campus, like not checking out any library books even though he's truly entranced by the information the NRC Archives hold. It implies that Rollo is, to some extent, being held back from his full potential because of how he walls himself off from others. He thinks of his own NBC classmates as noisy and stupid, wishes to remove the gargoyles, actively tries to spend time alone as often as possible, and hates on the community goats (bro was about to send one FLYING but decided against it only because there were too many potential witnesses). He doesn’t open up to his own parents about his feelings ever since the fire and claims that others cannot understand how he feels. Rollo has isolated himself 💀

Even his level-up line (not in Mystery Shop TL's post, but I still want to bring it up) is not friendly at all. In fact, Rollo acts suspicious of Yuu's friendship and demands that they come clean about their "true intentions". He then says that if You is actually being genuine, that's actually more bothersome than if they had been deceptive to him all along. He pities them for their circumstances, yes (being a non-mage constantly having to deal with the shenanigans of the wicked mages around them), but that doesn't equate to friendship or feeling "close" with Yuu. Rollo does not allow others to get close, he does not know what friendship is and nor does he seemingly want it or care for it.

Rollo draws a very strong divide between himself and those he labels as "villains" , as well as literally everyone else he encounters. That is, ironically, muddying his relationships and potential for self-actualization when he sees himself as a “savior” of sorts for people.

Overall, I really enjoyed this set of voice lines! It gives us more of what we really love about Rollo's personality without spoiling the events of Glorious Masquerade for those who haven't read it yet. My only complaint would be that I'm getting greedy and want even more Rollo content now, just these voice lines alone isn't enough to sate me anymore/j 😂

[sinimake]

Some writing tips i use that makes writing less hard

Hope some people might find it helpful idk. Read below.

I always start with dialogues. Arguably, it is the easiest part that advances the plot the most. I write down dialogues with the barest of tags just to indicate who's saying what.

Now, add the tones, movement, and expression into the dialogues tags. Characters gotta deliver the lines somehow and you fill the space between the conversation.

When conversation is happening, internalization must occur. If you're writing from A's pov, and A and B are having a conversation, A gotta listen then reflect on B's words. You don't need to do this after every sentence but it is one of ways you set the pacing of the story. For example, B tells a shocking news to A, A take a moment to absorb the info and think. The internal thought can be from a line to paragraphs and the lenght of it sets the pacing.

Furthermore on the pacing, i personally like to equate the amount of time reader spends on reading to amount of how much they need to linger on the scene. Imagine in a fight scene, you keep the sentences short, to the point, and not complicated to deliver the fast speed of combat. When you lengthen the scene and sentences, you are putting them in a slow motion in midst. So control the pacing with your words.

Now, let's tackle settings and expositions. You can apply the tactics i use in my dialogues, but one golden rule i keep is that i write things readers can't experience first hand. If your characters are playing uno, you don't need to explain the rules in detail. What you need to do is be in the head of your primary character. Don't say winter was cold and snow was falling. You describe how character is feeling the cold on their back, snow is featherlight on their cheeks, etc.

Since we are talking about character pov, let me mention head hopping. Head hopping is where the general pov of chapter changes/hops characters in the midst of the writing. Example: we are reading from A's perspective, and then suddenly, we get a passage on B's inner thoughts, which A should not be aware of. Personally, i find head hopping distasteful. Some people can do it artfully and purposedly, like Stephen King. But if you don't have experience in that style, avoid head hopping like a plague. If the pov is in A, you only show outward emotions and actions of B.

Now you have general direction of the writing, let's add ✨️Character flare✨️. I like to think this is where you, as a writer, really shine and obtain your style. Your character is the essential core of the story, so when you write, the narrative must have their flavor. Percy Jackson series is widely liked because it is so fun to read from his perspective, his humor, and his outlook. If your character is a cop walking down a street, you show the world through their eyes. Are they double-checking dark corners? Or eyeing suspicious looking people? If your character has weird sense of humor, they will probably describe things in obscure details. Go wild with it. If your character is gen z, you can write in their cringy slangs (/j)

Now we have the skeletal of writing done. Till now, don't bother with editing. Only write even if the sentences sound shit. When you're done with base draft, you go back with a critical eye. If you're stuck on a scene, immediately skip. You can come back later with a fresh head space. Perfection is something you should worry about only in the final stage of editing.

Strange tip, but put your font to Comic Sans if you can, you will thank me later. I know it looks so jarring and ugly, but something about it makes the brain go lose on the creativity cork. I was skeptical first too, but it worked on me, and now i have 73k words in 3 months under my belt. *shrug*

And voilà, the very simplified breakdown of writing. Hope you found it somewhat helpful and happy writing everybody 😊 💪✍️

[winterrrnight]

Hey! I love your work, Could you possibly write a Zach Maclaren x reader, where the reader searches for a roommate and she meets Zach and they start being roomies and like cute stuff happens and they end up together🫶🏻

thank you so so much for this gorgeous request! I can't even tell you how much I've always thought about it, I have so so many ideas for it, I am just struggling to put them all together in a good order, so it took me so so long to put it out, but, nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading it!!

roomies (part I)

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: as your bills pile up and it starts to get lonely living in your apartment, you start your search for a roommate. little did you know, you will come across someone so much more than a roommate.

WARNINGS: none!

EDITH SPEAKS: this is finally out! probably one of my favorite requests I've ever had. this took me so long to write, and honestly, I'm still stuck at a certain part of it, so I decided to split it into parts. who knows, it may become a very amazing series <3

please please reblog if you enjoyed reading this! feedback is always so loved and appreciated <3

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You sigh as you put up one of your last flyers on a pole. It's been weeks since you started looking for a roommate who can move in with you in your apartment, but you've turned up with no luck. Whoever calls you up to be your roommate always has this one problem which is something you just can't handle.

One of the guys who called you up was a drummer, and as much as you love music, all the drumming throughout the day will not help you when you're trying to get some work done at home.

Another one is a complete party animal, and your will power isn't strong enough to wake up almost everyday to a mess of empty alcohol bottles around your house.

So you've made a tough but much needed decision: you will accept whichever person calls next to be your roommate.

Are you desperate? Extremely.

Will it affect you if the person has some qualities or hobbies which do not align with your own life? Of course.

But will it help you pay all your bills? Yes.

No more questions needed.

You come back to your apartment and find an envelope waiting for you in your mail. You open it up to see it's the updated electricity bill for the month. You've seen enough bills with an insane amount of zeroes at their bottom, and this one makes you realise if you don't get a roommate soon, you're going to be kicked out of this apartment.

You sit at your kitchen island, your forearms resting in front of you and your head slumped in your hands as you turn over the details of the current situation you're in over and over in your head. You don't exactly have the most high paying job which can allow you pay all your bills independently, leaving you with enough money for your university tuition and to feed yourself.

Your phone dings with a notification, and you look at it to see it's an unknown number. With hope heavy in your heart you open the text, and you're very glad to see it's someone asking about the apartment.

unknown number: please tell me you are still open to take roommates because I've been looking for an apartment for weeks and have had no luck. I promise I'm not weird.

You let out a small chuckle as you read the text.

you: yes it's still available. and it's okay I don't think you're weird I feel your desperation because same, I've been looking for a roommate for weeks.

You text this person a bit more, and you find out his name is Zach Maclaren and he's in the same university as yours, but you two have very different courses so you never saw each other on campus.

You both have set up to meet at a local coffee shop to get to know each other better, and you have been feeling a bit more excited than you should be. You saw his pictures and you definitely found him attractive. And if he helps you by being a perfect roommate, you might as well gain something more out of this whole situation.

You reach the coffee shop and just as you sit, Zach arrives. He comes up to you with a big smile on his face and even gives you a hug, encasing you completely in his warmth.

You definitely have trouble parting from him, seeing how perfectly your body fits within his, but you do and you both sit on the opposite seats of the table you chose.

"Are you coming from one of your soccer practices?" You ask, as you take a proper look at his outfit to find he's wearing a t shirt with shorts and some sports shoes.

"Yeah, I was worried the practice time might clash with our time to meet up, but thank god it didn't," he lets out a light laugh as you smile at him.

You decide to order all your food first, and then resume your conversations as you wait for it.

"You're telling me you love to cook?" You gasp and he laughs at your reaction.

"Yes," he says with a big grin on his face.

"That's actually so perfect, I mean, if you do move in with me, we can make a proper system of how one is mostly responsible for the cooking and the other for cleaning. It's actually going to relieve so much load off the both of us," you say, as you are served all your food.

Zach takes his coffee and takes in a big sip before speaking. "That is going to be great," he adds. "And we can do all the other stuff together, like grocery shopping or shopping for anything for around the house,"

You smile wide and nod at him, and you both start to eat the scones and croissants you got. A silence falls around you both for just a few minutes as you both eat, but it doesn't feel awkward, if anything, it feels so right. As if you're both meant to be sitting opposite to each other every single day while having your dinner.

You have clicked very quickly with him, and you're so grateful for that, because this might as well be the end of your long, tiring search of finding a roommate. All that is left is to get a approval from him, but you have a feeling he won't say no, because he seems very enthusiastic about it, just the way you are.

"So, what's the verdict? Would you love to move in with me?" You ask, your heart slightly beating faster.

"Of course I would love to! I have spent way too long trying to find a roommate and I don't think I want to continue to do that, but also you seem very nice and I think we would work perfectly together," he smiles at you. You immediately relax and let out a scream of happiness. You get up from your chair to give him another hug as you walk behind him, wrap your arms around his shoulders and gently squeeze them with happiness.

"Thank you Zach, thank you so much," you say as he laughs and gently holds onto your arms. You let go of him and sit back on your seat.

"There's one thing you need to help me with though," you say, and he looks at you expectantly, "so you see, about this month's rent..."

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You finally get the last box from Zach's car and bring it up to your apartment. You keep it on the floor right next to the others and let out a sigh of relief as you sit on your couch to rest.

Just a few minutes Zach comes up too after getting some other things from his car. Just a few days ago, you brought him to your place to allow him to look around and explore. There isn't much to explore, but you were glad when he was happy with his bedroom. But he there is one thing he isn't satisfied with: your kitchen.

"No, you just don't have all the stuff you'll need in here," he says as he walks to your kitchen with a box in his hand labelled as 'kitchen equipment' as you follow him, concerned about what he means when you don't have all the 'stuff'.

He sets the box on the kitchen island and opens it, and you peek over his shoulder to find equipment you only see in those fancy cooking videos on the internet; something you never even considered of buying.

"Whoa," you whisper, as you see him pull out atleast 10 different types of baking moulds. You pick one up and see it is in shape of a skull.

"And this comes in handy when. . ." you trail off, looking at him expectantly, but he's just ushering around your kitchen to keep all his stuff and also rearranging some of your own utilities.

"Halloween, duh," he adds, turning to you and taking the mould from your hands. He keeps it alongside his other moulds in one of your cabinets.

"Your spice drawer needs a lot of work, by the way," he comments, leaving the kitchen and getting started on organising his bedroom.

You huff at his unrequired comment and follow him to his bedroom to help him set up everything in there.

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You wake up to the sunlight entering through your curtains, lighting everything around you in a golden tint. Unlike the usual silence you hear each morning when you wake up, today you hear the sounds of pots and pans from the kitchen, something sizzling away on the stove and the string of the melody being sung by the one and only, Zach.

You go into the kitchen to see him with his bare back towards you as he flips a pancake (and your eyes wander over his back muscles flexing, but that isn't what's necessary right now) and places it in a plate of already piling pancakes next to him. They are perfectly round and golden, something you can never be so perfect at even if you tried too hard.

"Oh hey good morning," Zach says with a smile as he notices you have appeared by his side.

"Hey," you say with a yawn, your eyes still threatening to close. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually, for some reason I thought it may take me some time to adjust to a whole different room and bed but I was very relaxed," he tells you. He piles the last pancake on top of the others and now fully turns around to face you.

"I don't think I've ever had such a lavish breakfast on my own before," you say as you take two plates and knives and forks and follow Zach to your kitchen island.

"Well, now I'm living with you, so it's lavish breakfasts, lunches, and dinners from now on," he grins. You break into a smile as he serves you some pancakes. You thank him and just as you take the first bite, you feel like you've been transported to heaven.

"Wow," you say, your eyes wide and your voice muffled. You never knew homemade pancakes could be this delectable. Zach smiles at your reaction and eats his own pancakes, both of you completely contented as you kick start your Sunday.

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You reach Zach's room with your vacuum cleaner; as per your system, you are responsible for all sorts of cleaning around that house and Zach for the cooking. You knock at his door and here a 'come in' and pull on the latch.

He's going through one of his drawers to get a t shirt while he stands with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet as drops drip down his neck. He swallow the huge lump in your throat as you close the door behind you.

"I'm just going to vacuum in here real quick," you clear your throat as you peel your eyes off his toned chest and focus on cleaning. The humming of your vacuum cleaner fills the air around you, and Zach goes back into his washroom to wear his clothes.

"Oh would you like to hit the grocery store with me? I noticed you're out of some vegetables and other stuff," he asks as he comes out of the washroom.

You nod at his words and quickly finish up the vacuuming of his room. Soon you both leave for the grocery store.

You take a cart and push it around the store as Zach brings items to put in the cart. You spot some items you have never even thought of adding to your food before. Zach is quick to pile up the cart.

"You know you're hundred percent responsible for all the food bills of our house," you say, half joking.

"Oh yes don't worry about that," he says seriously, as he bends down to a lower shelf to get some sort of special sauce.

When the cart is pretty much filled to the brim, you both reach the self check out station. You stand at the side and Zach starts to bill in all he has bought, and just as he said, every single penny for the groceries came out so his pocket.

When Zach has put all the bought items in the bags, you go ahead to pick one but he stops you.

"Don't worry about it, I'll handle it," he says, picking both of the clearly heavy bags with ease. You try to say something, but you realise quick that there actually isn't a point to say anything; what he wants his way, is going to happen his way.

You follow him out to his car.

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It's been just over a week since Zach moved in with you, and you've got to say, you've adjusted way too quickly than you thought you would. Every plan you make, every task you set, seems to always align perfectly with his own, which allows you both to do your own things in your own perfect harmony. He even helped you with your loading bills of the month, even though it was initially decided he would start taking his financial duties from the first of the upcoming month.

Every morning you wake up to the most perfect breakfast you can dream of, and Zach gets to come back from university to a spotless home. You both usually carpool and save a lot on gas money, which has started to make an effective change to your savings.

Zach's home cooked meals are out of this planet, and you don't remember what's the last time you ordered take-out. Everytime you crave something, Zach will make it at home, and you'll be left completely surprised with how it tastes even better than the take-out.

Zach loves to try new things almost each week, and you're now his personal taste tester (as he likes to call it), or his personal guinea pig (as you like to call it, because you think he's experimenting on you).

"You can so easily sneak poison into any of your dishes and bam, no one will ever know," you joke from your position in your living room, as Zach is in the kitchen whipping up something.

You hear him laugh from the kitchen, and you shake your head with a smile as you focus back on the book you're reading.

Suddenly he comes running out of the kitchen to you, with a ladle in his hand. Before you can question him about anything, he basically shoves it in your mouth.

"How is it? Too spicy? Too salty? I think it needs just a dash of cumin but I'm not sure if it needs cumin or maybe some, I don't know, paprika? Fenugreek seeds? I just, I cannot think-"

"It's perfect," you whisper, as you feel the earthy broth go down your throat, spreading the most beautiful symphony of flavors in your mouth.

Zach stops his rant and looks at you with his eyes wide. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes I am!" You say excitedly, as you get up and push him towards the kitchen. "This is absolutely perfect," you look at the pot full of the broth kept on a low simmer. You take the ladle from him and scoop some more broth from the pot and move it closer to him.

He gently sips onto it and closes his eyes for a moment. "It is perfect," he whispers, taking the ladle from you. You nod with a big grin on your face as you watch him add some coriander on top to garnish and close the lid.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I’m not the writing tips anon, but loved your tips!!! Any more detailed tips for outlining and editing? Generally I get stuck into both of this and can’t seem to know how to do it in a effective way. Have a good june and a nice day! :)

other then the few relevant ones from my previous ask, here are some that came to mind:

outlining:

firstly you'll need to brainstorm a bit, come up with the story. maybe you've scribbled down some notes over a period of time that you can now sit down and gather, perhaps fill in the holes and find strings to connect it all together. or maybe it is a true brainstorm and you haven't decided on any of the puzzles corner pieces yet.

my personal routine for when I need to figure out a story is to sit down at a time when things are calm and I can properly think, often it is by a window (there's just something about looking up at the clouds that gets my wheels turning), some days I put on some music (I prefer instrumental for this, often with the vibe I'm trying to capture in with the story) and then I kinda just meditate on it and write down any ideas that might strike me.

or if I feel stuck there and the ideas just won't come, then I go do something completely different. the lightbulb often gets turned on whenever I go take a shower or do the dishes or even go for a walk through a quiet place. or even the classic of watching a movie or tv show can grant me plenty of inspiration when I'm in lack of it. prompt lists can also be a great help (one of the reasons I have a whole side blog dedicated just to keeping them organised: @prompt-heaven)

and then when my list of messy notes is long enough, I put them in order and fill out the holes to make the story flow naturally from one moment to the next. I just play it all out in my head till it feels right.

depending on how long or complicated the story is, the process or outlining it can take various amounts of time. some stories come like a bolt of lightning while others you need to dig for. but I find it to be easiest when my mind and body is in a place where there is place for such a thing, when I'm not too stressed or tired or anything, those are the moments when I get stuck, and then I just have to take a step back and declare that that won't be the activity of the day and instead focus my energy on doing something that'll make me feel better so that I'll sooner get to a point where the ideas will come flooding in.

editing:

my biggest advice for this, I wrote in the previous ask (to never edit when tired and to always edit while reading out loud)

if gramma is something you struggle with, then I highly advise getting the free version of grammarly or other similar programs.

and if a part of your story isn't sitting well when you're editing it, then you can always rewrite it. you can make it something completely different or even just try to write the same premise though only rewrite it from your memory.

and try not to be too critical of yourself. sometimes, some stories, aren't ment to be made "perfect" but simply to be completed. for it to be done is enough.

[crazylittlejester]

Daily brainrot and today I've got a load of headcanons I've been mulling over because they won't leave me alone.

I know we've all done a college AU at some point in our lives, but I was up at like 3 am last night debating over which academia aesthetic each Link embodies because I may have spent way too much time on the aesthetics wiki recently. Did I procrastinate for an hour to work on this? Yes. I have no regrets. YOLO and all that.

Sky -- Definitely has light academia vibes. The man does not own a single dark piece of clothing, and everything in his closet is very soft and cozy. He double majored in aviation and environmental science, but he's debating transferring over to the biology department to pursue grad studies in ornithology.

Time -- He is not in charge of his own wardrobe, okay? Malon picks out his outfits. They match. It's always something tasteful and neutral with a little bit of color, but nothing that marks him as belonging to academia. He's part of the philosophy department and a strict teacher, but the students all love him because he genuinely wants them to do well and lets them know. Most of his work is writing for philosophy journals when he isn't teaching.

Legend -- Has more of a general/miscellaneous aesthetic that leans hard into gender non-conformity. He takes his work with him everywhere and whenever someone asks about it, it goes completely over their heads because they have no idea what he's talking about. There's an ongoing bet about whether his dissertation is about linguistics, sociology, or both.

Hyrule -- I don't think there's a word for his aesthetic, he just gives off "outdoors creature" vibes so hard. He's a cryptid and rarely in the classroom because he's always out doing field work. The most human contact he has is outreach programs with the environmental science and biology departments. No one knows exactly what his grad work is supposed to be because it's incomprehensible combinations of wildlife photos half the time and the other half the time he's off the grid.

Twilight -- This is what happens when cowboys and gothic academia have a kid. It's really freaking weird, but somehow he makes it work, so nobody questions it. He technically works for the agricultural department doing research and outreach programs, but he also haunts the English department and occasionally teaches 100 level literature classes online. The freshmen like him because he rounds grades up.

Four -- An unholy combination of academia and his unique color coding system. You don't know what you're getting until he shows up. He generally wears neutral stuff, but his socks and ties are color coded, much to everyone's chagrin. He's got multiple projects going at any given time and helps out the other departments when they get stuck on details. He's really cagey about his dissertation, but he practically lives in the science & engineering building, so he can't exactly deny that he's doing something in STEM.

Wind -- He tried being fashionable, but as soon as he decided to major in oceanography he was swept away by ocean academia. The amount of blue clothing he has is frankly horrifying, and Warriors is trying to get him to branch out into less garish shades of gray and stop wearing almost exclusively rubber boots as footwear. It's a work in progress.

Warriors -- I think he'd fall under general or queer academia because he'd be fashionable in a mostly-normal-but-also-queer sort of way. Stylish, and fruity. Definitely prefers autumn/winter because that's peak scarf season. He's the kind of guy who manages to casually slip representation into any curriculum you hand him and makes it look natural. He got an assistantship with the history department because the professors love him.

Wild -- 100% chaotic academia and doesn't even have to try. Everything is a mess, but it's his mess, he knows exactly where everything is, and to be honest it's not a safety hazard, so it's fine. Besides, he dresses appropriately for department events, and he's the only grad student that Flora hasn't scared off. No one actually knows which department he belongs to, but he knows something about everything.

IM SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA

THESE ARE SO PERFECT AND YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THEM ALL I LOVE THESE SO MUCH IM SHAKIN EM AROUND LIKE A JAR OF MARBLES

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Greetings, hope you're doing god. I love your stories, specially the ones with disposal, they are the best! I love how you always puts lots of details in your concepts and makes every one unique.

So here is a mass vore idea for you. A furry goes to a furrycon, and as the event progresses, he eats many other guests, stretching his fursuit with dozens of people. After some time, burping parts of animal costumes and other belongings, the furry digests everyone, and here's the best part (in my opinion). After the feast, it's time to release his preys again, but as his now bigger belly is pressed firmly against the fursuit, he can't unzip it and ends up soiling his own costume.

Yeah, I like this idea a lot! I’ll definitely write something for it.

Jay was more than excited to show off the new suit he made for this con. It's made especially for his eating habits, as his badge points out--he's a pred. Of course, f.urcon preds always have the issue of their suits stretching or ripping or popping open when they try to eat and it completely ruins the immersion. But Jay's going to show off that he can fix that problem!

At first, no one really notices. Slurping down a couple of people with prey badges? Doesn't really matter much, other than some comments suggesting he take a break. His suit is already stretching over a stuffed gut, and the bulky suits his prey are wearing much them even bigger than that'd have been before. But Jay has no intention to slow down. He has no need to!

By the time he's shoved the firth pair of kicking legs through the maw of his suit and down his own gullet, he's started getting attention. Prey furs want to see if he can fit more, pred furs want to know how he made the suit, and everyone in between seems to be enjoying the small show. Jay is soaking up the attention.

Gulp, gulp, gulp! "Yeah, I used this type or rubber base for the suit." Slurp, slurp, slurp. "It's layered, too, so it pops out further the more I eat!" Gllk, gllk, gllk! "It's expensive, sure, but it's worth it! Making a whole new suit because you ripped out of your last one is way more expensive." He's happy to chat about how he made it and how it works for all the onlookers in between each prey fur. His gut is getting massive, gurgling and churning harshly as it gets right to work. He's not even counting how many people he's downed anymore. What's it matter, when his suit will hold on just fine?

Pretty soon, his gut is going into overdrive, rumbling and churning harshly as it bears down on all of the meat inside. It makes Jay rather belchy, so it gets harder to brag about his suit when he's letting loose explosive burps. Random pieces of suits flying out of his maw--paws are a common one, and the occasional head manages to come up as well. Plenty of badges splat to the ground as well, showing off the smiling face or suit of someone's who's little more than a boiling gut slop by that point. He even manages to spit up a rather intricate-looking robotic head with a working visor and everything. Too bad whoever it belonged to is on his way to being manure, Jay would have loved to get that guy to help him with a new suit.

At the very least, he gets to show off the fact that the suit stretches around all the weight gain so much easier does as well. Jay's gotten at least twice as heavy, maybe more, so that even his suit looks chubby. He feels lots of curious hands pushing and rubbing over his boiling guts and it just works out more steaming belches. Everything is going great, and the suit is a total success!

...at least...until Jay feels a rather harsh rumbling deep in his bowels. His guts are still churning wetly, but a good amount of his prey have moved deeper through his system and are waiting for release. Jay tries to give the zipper a tug but it's stuck. Was it because his gut is still large? Is the suit moving around so much that it got jammed? He can't figure it out, and the increasingly frantic tugging isn't helping. The pressure comes to a peak when a wet fart rumbles out of him, and Jay releases he's out of time.

Squatting where he is, Jay grunts and pushes. A thick log of shit spreads out of him easily, packed tight with whatever suit pieces flushed through his system along with all the bones. The stretchy quality of the suit means that the bottom begins to bulge outward with the coiling mass pushing inside. But Jay didn't think to make some kind of exit for all of the crap. So all it does is continue to bloat out the bottom of his suit as it continues to slide out.

Jay's now very aware of the fact that a handful of people have been recording him. Likely to show off the new suit to their follows. Now it's showing off the guy soiling his suit with a massive dump. He's glad that his helmet is at least covering his face because he knows it's bright red. Even by the time the bulge is touching the ground, Jay is still going, making a mound behind him as his suit stretches out the logs of shit he's dumping.

By the time he's done, the pile he's made is nearly his size. It's stretching the suit so much that imprints are being made of the various coils of crap and the more solid pieces inside. Bones and skulls and pieces of suits leave distinct bulges on the suit's fabric, leaving little imagination as to what the mess must look like. Despite the massive amount of embarrassment Jay is feeling, people don't seem bothered or upset. If anything, he's getting more attention, people excitedly asking about the suit and its functionality. Some are even asking if he takes commissions.

So...maybe this worked out well after all. But Jay knows he needs to get back to the drawing board. The smell...ugh, god, he has to do something about that fast.

[mxtantrights]

the greatest hits

got a request for a Jason todd x reader and this turned into a behemoth. if you want a part two to this let me know. it was super fun to write!! this is an au where all the bad things that are canon didn’t happen and we can have fun and everyone’s famous! 

to the anon who requested: I hope this is what you were looking for and thank you for the request!! 

Everything came to a head by the time you turned twenty one. At 18 you were already doing commercials and advertisements but when you turned 21 you finally got offered something. And you didn't know exactly what until you were sat in a room with a few executives, your manager and your agent.

A book cover deal. They wanted you to be the face of an author's character. Or, well, the author had seen your face and liked you so much that they wanted you to be the face claim of their character in the rom-com novel.

For you the answer was easy, it was yes. You signed on to do the photoshoot alongside a partner for almost double your rent. Gotham hadn't squandered all of your dreams yet.

Soon enough your face was on the book, and that book was almost everywhere. National, international, online, etc. It was a great opportunity for you to branch out and do the things you wanted and maybe do things you could've never dreamed of.

Like now.

Right now you're sat in a room with your agent outside talking over some finer details about a contract. And sat across from you is the one and only Jason Todd. You'd be a fool to not know him. He can do practically anything. It's why he, out of all the other Waynes, has more followers online.

He does poetry from time to time when he's not modeling or being the camera himself. He dances and he owns a chain of car shops. The man can do it all. Except maybe not everything. That's why you're here.

Jason Todd wants to venture into acting. It's something that his other siblings (namely Dick and Duke) have a handle on already. He wants to be like them, you guess.

The silence in the room is cut short.

"I think your agent wants to you close the deal, but I can't get a read on you." he says.

You can't understand it. You can't understand a lot of things in Gotham but this right here, Jason Todd sitting across from you and asking for you to star side by side with him in a feature film is one of them.

"I just don't understand, why me? I haven't even acted before. I could totally tank your movie and get you, and myself, blackballed from everywhere." you answer.

He chuckles, "I don't think that's true."

"You don't know me."

"But I want to, is that so bad? and at the very least you could get something from this too."

"oh what, a kiss from you?" you joke.

Jason crosses his arms against his chest. You can't help to think the shirt he's wearing is way too tight for him. But you can't focus on that right now. You cannot focus on the strong arms underneath the black tee. You can't.

“You still with me?” he asks.

You clear your throat, as if something suddenly got stuck in it. Not like you were checking him out. No definitely not. You are a professional. This is work. This is just work. 

As you’re about to reply with something witty that will make him lose that damn smirk of his, your agent and his step back into the room. Your agent looks over at you and with a simple nod they agree to the deal.

You're gonna star opposite Jason Todd in a feature film.

JASON TODD AND HOLLYWOOD NEW COMER SET TO STAR IN UPCOMING ROM-COM DIRECTED BY HARVEY DENT!

WHO IS JASON TODD’S NEW LOVE INTEREST?

-

Sitting across from Jason a couple of months ago was different. There was less tension then. Or there was a good amount of tension and a door clearly marked exit. Now you were sitting next to him in hair and makeup getting ready to film a scene.

Delores, ever the great artist, is doing her best to make Jason fit the role of ‘Mr.Corporate perfectionist’. Which includes a lot of concealer and a bit of mascara, which apparently Jason isn’t used to.

“Don’t they apply mascara when you model sometimes?” you ask.

You were annoyed at how long it was taking to coat his lashes. And it wasn’t even Delores’ fault. He won’t stop fidgeting in his seat whenever the wand comes even an inch near his eye.

He lets out a huff, “Not really. I’m usually good with eyeliner though.” 

“Business CEO’s don’t wear eyeliner in this movie, sorry Mr.Todd.” Delores speaks.

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles in your throat. And you don’t miss the snide eye that Jason spares you in the mirror. 

“You know I can met you on set right?” he asks you.

You turn to him fully. He’s sitting down normally, two pairs of clips hold back his hair from his face. Purple and pink. It would be adorable if he hadn’t become such a thorn in your side these past few days. Who knew?

“Oh but I'm gonna tell this story to UsWeekly, get a big payout and everything.” you remark.

Jason holds up the middle finger to you, playfully, and you return it back. Delores smacks his hand down and tries the wand again and this time he seems to let it happen. You watch as she coats his lashes once, twice and then three times.

“Done! Okay get out of here! Both of you!” Delores shouts.

You are the first to get out of your chair. Then Jason is hightailing it behind you. You hold open the door for him, he mumbles something of a thank you but it’s so low and quick.

When you two are walking to set in silence, under black Canada goose jackets Jason brings your hood up over your head. Almost destroying Delores’ hard work on your hair. You almost yelp at the action.

“Dude!” you shout.

“Paps.” he says simply.

And you follow his eyesight to a gaggle of photographers about twenty feet away to your left. You weren’t used to the sight yet. It freaked you out honestly. You were used to coming and going as you pleased. Maybe someone recognized you from close up. But not from a far. And not like this.

“Just make sure you’re walking with someone when you’re going somewhere” Jason says.

His words almost make you stumble. But you catch yourself in time. Thankfully you won’t look like an idiot to media royalty today. You look over at him, “Wait-why? is something gonna happen?” 

“No,” he looks at you for a second, “it’s just safety in numbers and all that.” 

“Oh. Got it. Thanks.” 

“No problem.

About a few steps away from set you realize something and look over at Jason.

“Why didn’t you put your hood up?” you ask.

He smiles, “Gotta give them the goods.” 

You groan and walk away from him then. Yeah, he’s gonna be more of a pain in the ass than you thought during filming. And then you’re gonna do promotion for the movie for the premiere with him. The pain was just beginning.

GETTING CLOSE? CO-STARS ON SET OF DENT’S “LOVE IN PEICES” CAPTURED ON SET!

JASON TODD AND CO-STAR FLIRTING ON SET? SEE PICS BELOW!!

-

Night shoots are impossible. They drain you and drain you and you’re still required to bring an award winning performance every time. Both you and Jason have struggled so much tonight that the director decided to call it a night and send everyone home.

Yet here you were, laying face down on the coach in your trailer crying. Yes sometimes challenges are fun. But most times they are exhausting. And you have to come back tomorrow and do the same thing all over again. Your chest and your head feel hot from embarrassment and nerves.

A series of knocks arrive on the door to your trailer. Your lights are on so whoever is looking for you must know you’re here, or that you don’t care about electricity and harm tot he environment. 

“Hey, are you decent in there?” 

It was Jason.

You picked yourself up and wiped the tears from your cheeks. But as you did you could see yourself in the mirror directly in front of you. Red cheeks, red eyes. Puffy eyes. Hair in complete disarray. 

“No..” you answer.

Somehow, the door opens anyways. You sigh and shut your eyes. Of course. You can hear Jason let himself in and walk your way. At this point you don’t know what to expect of him. Somedays on set he’s a bit standoffish, and others he can joke around and make it al feel normal.

You wonder what you’re about to get.

“Have you been crying?” he asks.

“No.” you like.

He scoffs. That’s when you feel a plop right beside you. You open your eyes and look over at him. He’s out of costume already. With the signature look of a brown leather jacket, a black tee and black jeans. 

“Today was hard for me too.” he speaks softly.

As if he were afraid to say it. Out loud. To you. You can’t believe he said it either. It’s not like him to admit defeat. Not in the time you’ve known him. He attacks everything with such passion and never gives up. 

“Maybe we just need to relax. Not be so in our heads so much for a couple of hours.” Jason offers.

You can’t help the smile that forms, “Are you-do you want to hang out with me outside of work hours-”

He holds out his hands in front of you.

“Alright don’t make it a thing and declare your love for me just yet. Let’s just see what happens.” he says.

It’s funny. You laugh a bit and he eases up and begins to laugh too. It’s the first time you see the crinkles around his eyes appear. Like in some of the photos that were taken by his brother, Tim, those seem authentic. Like him.

You’d like to get to know the real Jason.

SPOTTED: JASON TODD AND CO-STAR OUT FOR DRINKS!

COUPLE ALERT?! SEE PICS OF THE STARTS OF “LOVE IN PIECES” NOW!

CHEMISTRY READ: WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT JASON TODD AND HIS CO-STAR!

-

It’s the last day of shooting and everyone is doing fine. Well almost everyone. Not you. You are an absolute mess. You’ve managed to befriend a lot of people on set and you don’t wanna have to say goodbye to them after spending months with them. 

Especially Delores. 

Which is why you brought her a bouquet of flowers. Or, you had them ordered and you picked them up at the front gate of the lot so you could deliver it to her by hand. 

As you round the corner to the makeup trailer you come upon Jason. He’s got a bouquet of flowers in his hand as well. They look equally as good as yours. Probably better because he’s rich and knows what to spend money on.

When he sees you he looks like a deer caught in headlights. The sight is equal parts cute and hilarious. 

“Todd you can’t be trying to upstage me right now.” you joke.

It takes a moment for him to walk up to the door as you do. When he does he smiles at your bouquet which would have been nice if you knew he wasn’t trying to subtly make fun of your flowers over his.

He laughs, “We’re not even competing, hun. I’m gonna win every time.” 

You gasp and at your state of shock he opens the door first. You lunge after him and get inside. There’s Delores setting up some stuff for later today. When she sees the both of you she lets out a delightful noise, her hands clap together.

“Oh you both shouldn’t have!” she says.

You nudge Jason out of the way and embrace her. The flowers still in your hand. 

“We probably could have brought a whole flower shop and it still wouldn’t have been enough to thank you for all that you did.” you say.

She rubs your back, comforting you. And that’s when your can feel the water start to cloud your eyes. You pull away with a sad smile. She cradles your face in her hands.

“You’re gonna do great things, I just know it.” she whispers.

You nod and thank her again, offering her the bouquet. She takes it and then you move out of the way for Jason to give over his. You don’t notice how he seems to eye you a bit before he does. You’re too busy sipping the tears away.

“Whenever I do one of these or I need a stylist I’m calling you personally.” he chides.

Delores yelps at how he hugs her. He basically lifts her off the floor. You knew she was a small lady but Jason made it same like she was even smaller than that. You laugh at the way her legs dangle in the air for a moment before he puts her back down.

“Jason!” she laughs.

He offers her the bouquet. She takes it as well. 

“I’m gonna miss you two.” she says.

SPOTTED: JASON TODD WITH A BOQUET OF FLOWERS! GIRLFRIEND?

CHECK OUT INSTA FOR TOUCHY LAST DAY SET PICS FROM CAST AND CREW OF “LOVE IN PIECES”!

-

Doing interviews back to back is slowly rotting you from the inside out. Including the fact that you were expecting an important call from your agent who was out scouting for you. 

And maybe it was the outfit you were wearing too. Not that it was uncomfortable, you had the guts to say when things didn’t feel right on you. But this contraption you were in was about ten degrees too hot for a hotel in California. Even the air conditioning couldn’t help you.

Yeah, maybe it was the outfit making you sweat.

“I think we get a break after this one.” Jason says from your side.

You hear the tail end of his sentence, too busy in your own head worrying about other things. You turn to face him.

“Huh?” 

He lightly chuckles and places a hand on your knee. You hadn't realized you were bouncing it. Now you’re wondering if you were doing that the whole time. If you were, did you look like an asshole? Or just a nervous rookie?

“I said we’re getting a lunch break after this.” he repeats.

You nod your head, “thanks Jay.”

“Oh by the way, we settled on Thai.” he adds.

Since the press tour was majorly compromised of you, Jason, three other actors and the director you all wanted to go out to lunch today. Catch up on things, spend some time together.

You had told everyone before you didn’t mind what you ate, you weren’t picky when you got hungry. Any food would do.

“Is it close or are we getting a car?” you ask.

Jason arranges himself in his seat and it all kind of clicks in your head. You have been looking at him differently for a while now. Ever since that night he found you in your trailer crying and hung out with you. At first you thought it was just a friend thing, but now you’re realizing it’s not.

Definitely not when he looks good with the clothes his stylist picked out for him and his thighs-

“You’re doing that thing again.” he says.

You shake your head, “what thing?”

“The thing where you get in your head. Something I can help with?” he asks.

And in your dirty mind the answer is yes. But you don’t say that. You keep that thought and all the other ones you had before to yourself and you smile lightly at him.

“Just waiting on a call.” you answer.

Jason hums a noise. Before either of you can say anything the next interview steps into the room. And just like that both of your smiles are turned back on and you're greeting and waving, shaking hands and introducing, the works.

JASON TODD BEING A SIMP FOR FIVE MINUTES AND TWENTY SECONDS!

DENT TALKS CHEMISTRY BETWEEN CO-STARS!

SEE CO-STARS FOR “LOVE IN PIECES” SHARE SOME FLIRTY BANTER!

-

Well it’s not like you weren’t expecting to run in to him at the literal carpet premiere of the movie you filmed together. Okay, who are you kidding? You checked his socials and the cast group chat and heard that he might be working on another project and might not make the event.

And you were able to breathe a little. After not seeing him for a couple more weeks you were able to talk yourself out of the whole ‘maybe I don't think of him as a friend I think of him as more’ thing that was going on in your head.

It was good. 

Until it wasn’t. Until you were standing in front of a swarm of cameras about to bolt because your outfit felt a bit tight even though it fit you perfectly when you put it in hours ago, and your heart is beating out of your chest and reporters and photographers are calling your name and shouting directions.

Then the funniest thing happened. You heard it.

“Jason over here!” 

You’re pretty sure that if someone had recorded you, the video would’ve shown how wide your eyes got. And how quickly your head turned. 

He’s here.

Your eyes meet his from a few feet away. He’s already looking at you. In fact he’s not really looking at anyone else, or paying attention to the cameras for that matter. No he’s staring at you dead on.

Now he’s walking over to you. You try to keep it together. Know that with him so close the cameras will be back on you like they never left. You’ve seen the articles, the pictures that were taken out of contexts, the videos. 

You let out a shaky break and smile once more as he nears you.

“And to think I almost missed this.” he says.

You hum, “thankfully you didn’t. I’m kinda struggling here.”

“Let me help, sweetheart.”

Later in the night is when you realize he called you sweetheart. Your way too busy right now trying not to do something embarrassing in front of all the cameras.

He wraps an arm around your waist and faces the cameras. Which was not what you had in mind when he said help, but sure. You look over at him once, and that's all it takes for the photographers to shout at you to keep that pose. 

You bite your tongue from saying something foul. But before you can even swallow the words down in your mind Jason is in front of you. Standing right in front of you. None of the cameras can see you clearly.

“You hangin’ in there?” he asks

Nodding your head you try to take a breather. But then Jason Todd is leaning closer to you, his face next to yours as the breath from his mouth hits the side of your face and your ear.

“We can walk into the theatre if you want. You don’t owe them anything.” he says.

He pulls away and looks for your answer, as if it were in your eyes. And you knew right then and there that as hard as you tried to tell yourself that your feelings for him were totally platonic, they weren’t. You were an idiot for even trying.

“I thought you’d be too busy to be here tonight.” you answer.

“And miss this?” he repeats.

The way he says it send a shiver down your spine in the most infectious way. Because he’s not looking at anyone else, or anything else, but you. And you can’t help the way your lips spread into a smile at the thought. Or how much you like it when Jason smiles back at you.

You were so done for.

JASON TODD AND CO-STAR CARPET PHOTOS! 

HARVEY DENT AND BRUCE WAYNE REUNITE AFTER FIVE YEARS!

AFTER PARTY FOR “LOVE IN PIECES” PREMIERE SHOWS CO-STARS CLOSE AND PERSONAL!

SEQUEL TO “LOVE IN PEICES” ? DENT SAYS IT’S POSSIBLE.

[celestie0]

Hii! This is my first time messaging any fanfic author (I'm an extremely anxious person and tend to be more of a lurker LOL) I'm so sorry but this might be a long one lmfao

First of all, the way you write in general? Absolutely phenomenal!! The way you characterise and describe scenes is honestly so incredibly immersing. I've always had a relatively easy time imagining scenes in my head when reading, even with relatively little detail, but the way you word everything puts the scene straight into my head and it's such a wonderful experience!

Your characterisation of Gojo (in all your works!!) is probably my absolute favourite out of any fanfics I've read of him (trust me I've read an embarrassing amount :sob:). The way you actually capture what he feels like in canon, without making him feel super mean or cold, but still retaining that side of being emotionally repressed is absolutely chefs kiss!!

I also really love y/n in both kickoff and ihm so much. I relate to both of them in different ways, but probably more so ihm reader personality wise (might also be because I'm around the same age as her lmao). As someone who is very emotionally repressed due to trauma (especially of loved ones leaving you), the way you've portrayed those sides of reader in ihm is VERY spot on!! And I would like to add that I, for one, LOVE slow burn, so I don't mind the pace ihm is going at right now personally!

Chapter 12 of Kickoff?!?!? Holy shit I was literally sat there blushing, kicking my feet and giggling. It was absolutely hilarious and super cliché in the absolutely best way possible (I absolutely love clichés if they're well used!)

I could honestly wait years for anything you write. Never feel any pressure to churn out your writing and take it at your own pace!! My genuine first thought after finishing the latest chapter of Kickoff was that it was sooo worth the wait haha.

Personally I have an extremely hard time writing anything but angst, because I like making myself sad I guess who knows LOL But I'm sooo excited about your next work!! I absolutely love the song you're basing it off of <3

AND did I also see some talk about a potential Spider-man Gojo fic in the future??? Cos I would honestly probably scream (in a good way lol) if you ever did that, he's my alltime favourite superhero!!

Okok this is getting really long, but I found this photo of four football players a bit ago and thought I absolutely HAD to draw them as Gojo, Geto, Choso and Nanami from Kickoff (adding the art at the bottom)! But I haven't gotten around to colouring it yet (or cleaning it up considering it's just a sketch lmaoo) cos I'm stuck on how to do the jerseys. So I have two questions! I know you've explained the colours of their jerseys, but do you have any particular idea in mind of what the design on the jersey itself looks like? As in where the colours are placed specifically etc? And we know Gojo's signature jersey number, but do you have numbers for the rest of them too? (I may or may not also have a wip of a drawing of just Gojo from Kickoff too!)

I'm sorry there's A LOT of different plot points in my message??? The most important part was just to convey, hey, I love the way you write and you should definitely give yourself some more credit cos you are genuinely a really good writer!! <3 (Though I know us artists tend to be our own worst critics LOL)

hi love i’m so sorry this took me a sec to respond to!! first off thanks you so much for sending me such a sweet ask :’’’) i literally gaspeddd when i saw it

aaa i’m so happy the scenes feel immersive!! and that you enjoy my characterization of gojo aaa i’m so happy to hear that. and yes i totally relate to ihm reader’s suppression of her emotions due to trauma and lack of trust so it’s been very…cathartic yet challenging to write for her, but i wouldn’t have it any other way hahah

i’m so glad you enjoyed kickoff ch12!! i totally agree that chapter was so cliche, honestly it made me cringe while i was writing it because i typically hate cliches esp when they’re corny rather than on-the-nose, but i posted it anyways bc i figured maybe i just hate it bc i’m the author xd but it seems my readers enjoyed it so :’’0 perhaps i made the right choice

oh you are too kind. i really appreciate you looking out for me <3 tbh i’ve been feeling really overwhelmed lately, and it’s been really hard to deal with the emotions, but coming on here and seeing sweet works n ppl interacting w my stories brings me lots of happiness n i can’t thank you enough :’’) yes i will definitely take my time bahahha that i can assure you LOL and i’m so happy to know you’re looking forward to more of my works!! you’re so right about artists/authors being our own worst critics. i swear no one has been as mean to my writing as i have LMFAOOO but alas i think i’ve gotten better in trusting my direction n kinda choosing what i think is best soooo. progress i suppose? hahah

ok. now. i can talk about. THE ART?!?!?!?!? HELLO!!!!!!! OH MY GODD?!?!!?!?! ok i KNOWWW that’s it’s just a sketch so far but tell me whERE MY PANTIES HAVE GONE?!?!?!? WHERE MY CLOTHES ARE AT?!?!??!

the expression on kickoff gojo’s face has me reeling he looks so focused n sexy and THE HEADBAND PUSHING HIS HAIR UP OUT OF HIS FACE YES YES YES 100% THAT’S HOW I PICTURE IT WHEN I WRITE AAA and kickoff geto’s expression too pls i could cum (sorry i hope this isn’t weird to say lmfaooo i am also very respectfully looking at your artwork as well aaa) nanami’s hair looks so nice too

as for the uniforms hmm i know i said like gold and blue colors, i believe actual real-life UTOKYO has more of a yellowish color but i actually like gold better hence why i chose gold. but…i can imagine the whole jersey being blue and then with gold accents then white numbering?

here are some options!! like w the first one, probs sky blue fabric with the white stripes as gold instead, and then the numbers/brand sponsors or whatever are in white? they would probs have like “UTOKYO” in large print somewhere too, maybe underneath their numbers or sumn. tbh i think the middle one is the nicest, i can picture the stripes of blue and gold, and then accents in white. but the third one also works too!!

as for numbers hmm. ok yes gojo is #10, geto is #7, choso is #4 and nanami is #24 :0 that sounds…about right! LOL i hope i don’t have it somewhere in the other chapters that they are different numbers although i don’t think i’ve assigned the other boys numbers before

BUT I HOPE THIS HELPS AND THANKS SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR DRAWING FANART INSPIRED BY MY FIC!!!! I AM SO HUMBLED BY YOU AND I’M SOOOO EXCITED TO SEE THE FINAL DRAWING BUT ALSO NO PRESSURE AAAAAAAA

so much loveee <333

[gyuluttony]

so get this.. (a txt req, btw)

i just picture soobin owning a bakery with his best friend, yeonjun (or it can be any member, honestly). member b is actually in charge of the recipes for the store's pastries + bread and knowing soobin is a sweet tooth, he makes the pastries sweet enough for soobin to be addicted.

soon enough, soobin gets chubby and catches the attention of the other member.

(this is where you can continue this thought 🤭)

it's funny because i learned with a recent rp that i have indulged in so much txt aus that i can write pretty crazily for them and it doesn't help that yeonjun has been my number one ult for years until recently where he got dethroned so yeah 😭 yeonbin on top for the most part

i also love bakery things... so this is very self indulgent.

Knead You

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, unintentional weight gain, stuffing and smut. Don't like, don't read.

It felt like a long time coming but after years of planning their little pipe dream, it was finally a building in front of them and not merely limited to the concept of blueprints and documents of ideas of what they'd do.

One Dream Cafe was something of a passion project for both Soobin and Yeonjun and it had its fair share of ups and downs, plenty of fights between the two as they questioned if they were properly going to be able to do something this drastic together and it had paid off in the cafe that they have always dreamed of.

"Hyung, we did it." Yeonjun heard the watery way that Soobin spoke in when he was getting emotional and he had to turn away himself, already tearing up himself. He knew that he'd absolutely lose it if he looked at his best friend in the middle of this.

"Ahh, you're going to cry first!" Yeonjun chuckled at the way Soobin teased him. "Yah, you're the one who's already tearing up. That's why we made this bet!" Yeonjun sniffled before the two devolved into teasing the other about who was ready to sob before they finally stepped into the finished cafe.

With a couple more arguments and reassurances that they were just anxious, the cafe opened within the month. Yeonjun was stress baking recipes to decide what exactly would work best for the store while Soobin was crunching numbers that they'd need to reach in order to break even for the first couple of months as well as planning their expenses.

"Hyung, this is crazy. I can't believe we need-" The words were interrupted as a muffin was shoved into his mouth by Yeonjun. The older looked positively stressed while Soobin chewed, floored at how good it tastes.

"Ah, I can't think straight. There's so many recipes that we might need to stress test because I'm not used to cooking in that kitchen and the set up could be different than our apartment. What if people don't like it or-" He felt a firm hand on shoulder as he looked at Soobin, who already finished the muffin he was given.

"Do you have anymore?" He licked his lips as Yeonjun's face broke into a smile for the first time in weeks since they had actually finished the cafe. "Yeah, there's plenty in the kitchen." Soobin looked eager as he scurried in for some more sweets as Yeonjun crossed his arms leaning against the door frame.

Soobin always had a healthy appetite, not that it showed. Nothing really stuck to his frame other than his absurd height. But, the important detail was that Soobin adored high quality pastries and judging by how he was scarfing down muffins, it seemed that his recipe hit that golden standard.

Like clockwork, an idea struck him. If he just perfected the recipes to Soobin's tastes, it'd be reassurance to know that the treats were to the standard of someone who enjoyed the finest desserts people could eat.

Considering how long he's been together with the younger man, he was well aware of his tastes. He enjoyed his desserts on the sweeter side, which meant a slightly higher amount of sugar and he noticed that Soobin groaned a little more when they were richer, meaning that his recipes upped the heavier ingredients slightly. More butter was one example.

After their opening, the business exploded. Many reviews raved about the wide selection of sweets as well as the rather eye catching staff and it was enough to inflate Yeonjun's ego enough that he was no longer feeling to anxious about his talents with baking. Soobin was practically glowing from how well they did compared to expectations and they had to close up shop early sometimes on account of properly running out of treats.

The testing didn't stop though. Yeonjun made sure that Soobin was helping him when he developed new recipes and it wasn't uncommon for the taller man to eat the whole tray once Yeonjun managed to perfect it. The array of desserts at One Dream Cafe was one of the main selling points.

Taking a sip of his latte, Yeonjun admired the ambiance as a good amount of university students usually came in to study. People watching was what he liked to call it but in reality, he was just fairly nosey so he was listening to a conversation nearby.

"Woah, the baker is crazy hot... does he even need the oven?" Yeonjun had to stop himself from smiling.

"The cashier is more my style. I like my guys fluffier."

"Ah, his hair and cheeks are really soft looking, you're right..."

"No, I mean he's getting softer. He's really grown since they've opened and I'm definitely enjoying the view."

Yeonjun starts to cough as the coffee goes down the wrong pipe and Soobin rushes over. It's at this point when he notices the way that some parts of the younger man jiggle as he approaches. Moving his gaze from his perky chest to his chubby face, Soobin looked concerned, "Hyung, are you alright?"

He grabbed a tissue to help wipe Yeonjun, who was still floored by the changes he didn't even notice how much his belly was squeezed from tying his apron, which in turn only emphasized how much his love handles exploded out and sat on his hips. "Y-yeah, I was just drinking too fast." And now, he was going to drown in the sight of Soobin getting fatter after all these years with no changes despite always eating a ton at each meal together.

Looking at the younger man, Soobin rolled his eyes, "Then, drink slower." He had his same usual smile but the fat on his face was making it look a lot cuter than before as Yeonjun bantered back, "No, duh. I'll drink how I want." Weaker than usual and even Soobin could see that and he was going to push it but there were customers at the counter.

Soobin jogged over lightly and Yeonjun didn't really hide the way his gaze locked on the wider ass as he pursed his lips. He knew that Soobin was well gifted within that department but this was a level that would rival the buns that he had baking in the oven currently.

Yeonjun sipped his latte again while seeing the way Soobin's gut pressed on the counter, the fattened man unaware since the apron cushioned him pretty well but judging by the way it was spilling and spreading onto it told him this was a development he had gotten used to a long time ago... and it was making Yeonjun a little glad he stayed in the kitchen because looking as plump as Soobin did right now was not something he could see consistently.

Despite seeing the effects of all this testing on his best friend, he wasn't really going to stop it. His moral compass said it was because he wanted to see if they could develop something for each season and Soobin was none the wiser as the recipes slowly got a little heavier and sweeter... after all, that was just the way he liked it and once again, he was able to clear more trays than before.

By the time it was past the winter season, Yeonjun knew that they'd definitely need to get some seasonal workers because winter time in a cafe with as high as a demand that they had was not feasible for two. While wiping down the tables, Yeonjun sat to take a break, flipping through his phone idlely.

Although, he looked a little surprised when he saw Soobin pull a box from underneath the counter. He had gotten bigger thanks to all the testing and Yeonjun was doing his best to keep an eye on it. His belly rested on the counter whenever he served customers and it was quite the view from the kitchen most of the time... however, right now, it looked more rounded out than before, which only told Yeonjun it was far from empty.

He covered his mouth to stop his gasp as he watched Soobin open the box and shove more of the treats into his mouth greedily. They had sold out of sweets around thirty minutes before closing which meant Soobin was waiting to stuff his face after his shift and even saved all of this. It was making him run hot at the thought as he watched his younger friend struggled to untie the apron that only framed his gut, struggling to reach the string, grown too fat to help it really.

Yeonjun gulped dryly as he got it off and revealed that his shirt had been ridden up the whole time, belly button exposed to the world as he rubbed his gut, trying to soothe the tension. A large burp left him as he pressed a tender spot as he looked fairly embarrassed, almost worried that Yeonjun might have heard him. He definitely did and that's why he was so incredibly turned on right now.

"Sounds like you ate good today, huh, Binnie." He heard a little gasp come from his friend as he stood up and walked towards the counter. Placing his hands on it, Yeonjun smiled, "You told me we ran out of desserts like an hour ago... but you hid some just for yourself."

Soobin looked absolutely humiliated but he definitely was somewhat receptive. "N-no, these were just some that a customer returned." Yeonjun glanced at the empty box, "I'd believe that but there isn't a bag and there's no labels on the box. You separated it for yourself."

Yeonjun couldn't help but adore the way Soobin stumbled around his words while he walked around the counter. Stepping flush against the other man, he pressed his sturdy frame into Soobin. "Haven't you had enough from what I treated you with at all the testing?" His hands moved onto Soobin's belly as he felt the other man overrun with pleasure at the touch.

"Don't you realize what all this eating has done... and you saved more food?" Soobin whimpered as Yeonjun's hands moved to his nipples, teasing the fat breasts that he had gained as Yeonjun continued, "Did you check the budget to see how much upsizes are?"

Shaking the fat with both of his hands, Soobin braced himself on the counter. Yeonjun was rather proud of seeing him so undone by the teasing. "Our Soobin has a sweet tooth, huh?" His hands slipped lower as they snaked into Soobin's underwear, squeezing his erection that was full to attention at this point.

Stroking him slowly, Yeonjun continued, "You know, we could use a new spring menu so maybe I'll make you two trays of each dessert I want to try." He shook his friend's belly once again, "Two should be easy for you, right, big guy?" Soobin couldn't do anything but whimper at the feeling of being teased so easily for something that he thought he had been hiding pretty well.

Kneading the fat that was on Soobin as his pace with his hand quickened was enough to completely floor the younger man as he released in his pants and into Yeonjun's hand. Wiping it off with a napkin, Yeonjun smiled.

"If you think that's good, you should see how I knead bread. So, make sure to get lots of dough." A wink was enough to tell both of them that their friendship was about to become something a lot more interesting.

[mejomonster]

Okay so hello friends I discovered this site today, when trying to find an app/place to write with low distractions:

So its got: dark mode, light mode, you can set a timer (good for a writing sprint), you can set a word goal, it shows just your writing and word count at the bottom, it has a tool to export your writing as a txt file when done. Its features appear the same on laptop or phone, useful if you're like me and sometimes type on the phone.

Of particular note: you can only backspace through a word, not further. I'd suggest trying to write for a while before deciding how you feel about it. I was initially annoyed, since I couldn't delete a sentence I disliked and could only really fix small scale initial typos. But I just started typing // when I didn't like a prior line so I could just go delete it later in editing, then I continued writing the sentence I'd want instead. After the first several minutes, I decided I kind of like this feature. Why? Because it got me to WRITE. I couldn't really second guess myself much, because re-reading and editing wasn't an option during writing. It will be an option LATER, but not during this writing sprint. Justwrite as another feature, doesn't really let you scroll up. Annoying to me, somewhat, since I couldn't scroll up and double check I was remembering certain details right. But it makes up for it again in getting me TO WRITE. I wrote 3000 words an hour in Justwrite. Just because I HAD to move forward and just tell the fucking story. A lot of what I wrote was good stuff! And I left myself little // to find and fix bits I wanted to work on more. And maybe useful in a story sense, I found my scenes felt they were flowing in pacing better. Possibly because I had to write them timely enough to remember what I was writing ToT (I don't have the best detail memory) so scenes couldn't dawdle long enough to get super stuck or linger on something for an amount of time that would start getting a reader lost or bored. In summary: the particular quirks of not allowing much backspacing and not much upscrolling? Make for faster writing, and a bit more of an incentive to keep a writing flow going while its fresh in your mind.

Anyway I wrote 7000 words today thanks to this site (and the app version on my tablet).

I really appreciate Low Distraction writing tools since seeing even just words underlined or editing tabs above a document quickly gets me distracted. Some current favorites: justwrite (site and app), https://novellla.web.app/ (I like this but I prefer the computer version as the phone version has no night mode), Writer Lite (a phone app I love for organizing writing as it works very minimal distraction but lets me change fonts and organize chapters and notes and projects and check word counts by project/chapter/entire directory - in that app I've written 192,000 words this year, it backs up to google drive and I have not explored exporting options yet but its definitely my favorite phone app for writing project organizing), notepad (when Im om my computer Im not kidding - the lower the distractions the more likely I'm going to use the tool), and honorable mention app.gethermit.com (its a useful site for sharing writing to someone to look at with password protection, and its also got projects/chapters organization, I both appreciate that it includes spellcheck and also hate that it's spell check means I NEVER write on the site I just use it to quickly store a copy paste writing backup online so I can open it up on another device).

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Hey, Mar! Since you've reblogged my post about the ask game, I thought I'd give it a shot.

I've read a lot of your amazing fics, but the first one was Echoes in Eternity and I will always love it, so I wanted to ask numbers 2,3 and 17 about that one.

Answer what you're comfortable with and have a nice day!

Hi!

Oh my god Echoes in Eternity my beloved first jump into fanfiction as an adult. My hiatus child. My forgotten baby in the corner. Actually this might bring me back to it. Let's go have a snoop!

2- What is your favorite paragraph from EoE? Is there a reason it’s your favorite?

I actually got a little stuck with this story a while back, and introducing Panville gave me so much energy and passion. This passage (the first paragraph, but the entire thing actually) is still vividly imprinted in my brain. I would write it very differently now, but I think you start to see my special voice come through here, and it’s really special to me 🥹.

3- What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

For EoE, I planned so much. I have 2 entire notebooks of information about gladiators and gladiators fights and working in the roman army. I read Gladius: The World of the Roman Soldier, The Gladiators - Historical Novel: A Tale of Rome and Judea, and I read a book about ancient fighting techniques. I’ve never really used much of it, because I ended up not expanding in the way I thought I might do, but the entire gladiator/werewolf system was fully fleshed out before I even started the story. I started researching in June and started writing in September. I have… so many notes on the Hogwarts Gladiator system, I could write a “The world of EoE” sidefic.

I think I really had this illusion of grandeur when I started, that it would be a book in 3 parts, and I just didn’t think that I’d… lose interest? I easily read big fics (150K+) and kind of thought that EoE would be that, and that I would spend a LOT more time in the Dome having Hermione really get into the ranks and the entire system. But then I just wasn’t really… I could tell I wasn’t going to be able to finish, that I would lose interest too fast, so I made a few changes. I still plan on finishing the last 2 chapters, half of one is already written. But it’s hard to wrap up a story you’re no longer fully involved in, especially when you know there are a lot of people waiting for that update. I don’t want to disappoint, so I’d rather take my time.

17- What does your editing process look like?

I have a lot of flaws as a writer, but my two main ones is that I don’t know how to write a satisfying ending (finishing anything is not a habit of mine), and that I don’t know how to write a scene either. 

I often tend to write the entire dialogue, with the most basic, boring stage direction “he looks”, “he shrugs”, “he turns”, and then I go back and try to make it bearable for you guys. 

Green and I also tend to send each other bits and pieces of stuff and go “does that even make sense”, because we tend to get lost in metaphors.

I also put a lot of placeholders because I’m French and can’t always remember the word I’m looking for.

And sometimes I have stuff like this and it’s up to me to then remember what the hell I was talking about:

Scene : “You think I didn’t know about your sneaking into my library?” “Library?” “Books.”

But generally speaking I’ll sit down, write the entire draft of the next chapter in one go, and then spend either hours, days or weeks adding in the forms to make it pretty.

Thank you for the ask and for bringing me back to Echoes 🥹 my beloved forgotten child.