#i love answering these omg

[oliolioxenfreewrites]

What is your favorite aspect of the world you have built?

i wanted to make sure everything surrounding the answer to this was exactly how i envisioned before answering, but hands down my favorite thing about novaxiom has to be the magic systems. now i can confidently say they’re both such a chaotic, yet fascinating mess in their own ways.

sonoric sorcery is so raw and complex, but still holds the quality of depth—it’s all about sound and vibration, shaping reality in real time. it’s purely the essence of the aųrolis: loud, unpredictable, still holding its beauty while it teeters on the edge of disaster. screw it up? sonorians are not just risking a spell not working—they’re essentially risking life as they know it as they could end up silencing themselves.

which goes into on the flip side of that—psinorism, which couldn’t be more opposite. it’s subtle, deliberate, and rooted in silence and taciraia’s absence. psinorians don’t care about sound—they work with the void, the stillness, and the spaces left behind. it’s haunting in a way, but also deeply introspective. using it isn’t about noise; it’s about the intent and thought, and that contrast to sonoric sorcery makes it all the more satisfying.

but then there’s the forbidden shit: mortiphonustry. even the name feels cursed. it’s not about creation or destruction—it’s about defiance. it spits in the face of novaxiom’s natural order, ripping apart the Frequencium and twisting it into something grotesque.

the mortals who use it aren’t just breaking the rules; they’re rejecting death itself. and the results? horrifying. fractured souls, broken bodies, and whispers that haunt the edges of novaxiom’s world for eternity.

what i love most, though is how none of them stand alone. they each clash, overlap, and spark conflict with one another at every turn, reflecting everything about the world itself—messy, dysfunctional, but deeply human. magic to them isn’t just power; it’s their identities, cultures, and philosophies. every choice tied to it feels personal, and that’s what makes writing it ssoososo fun 🥰

[lipringlrh]

ok thoughts on seb and mark fight who would win

i feel like this can be so different based on what seb era ? cause rbr seb would win for sure but i feel like mark webber would now but not because it’s a fight it’s cause seb just won’t. like he’ll do anything but fight so mark has a default win? mans will do anything but fight lmao😭

i’m not as well versed in mark and seb as id like to be so i need your opinions🙏

[dipperscavern]

Ok, just read your blurb about being Jessica’s assistant and being nicknamed baby.

What if the origin of baby was that someone was giving baby shit and someone else (Harvey perhaps) says the classic line “no one puts baby in the corner” when coming to her defense. Then it just kind of spirals from there and no one gives her shit again.

Also feel free to ignore this, literally just my first thought when reading your post!

oh my god. when i tell you i SCREAMED this is so genius & yummy.. PHEW. i know exactly what ur referencing ily & thank u so much for the ask! 🫶🏻

“I’m just saying, the assistant to the Jessica Pearson.. and your desk looks like this?”

you roll your eyes, the hint of a playful expression on your face. while you knew he wasn’t being completely serious, you liked your desk — pink things, trinkets, & personal touches all. you found decorating your desk as a fun way of personal expression, and you were so damn good at your job, jessica didn’t care.

“Would you like to re-decorate for me?”

your reply is dripping sarcasm, a playful tone in your voice that masks how you really feel. you look up at the few bored associates hanging around your desk, and they snicker at your reply.

“Yes I will, thank you. It’s.. something. Could use a more professional look.”

that makes you frown. something? more professional? what started out as a joke seemed more like a personal attack the more it went on. tom, the associate who’s mouth was moving, never seemed to know when to stop. you’re about to say something when a miracle in the flesh steps in your line of sight — harvey specter.

it’s ironic, really. he radiates business when the very reason he came over to your desk was to shoo off the associates bothering you. he looks around to the people that have now stiffened up in his presence, and he gives them an almost confused look.

“And what the hell are you doing?”

tom swallows. “Just- messing around. Sir.”

“What?” harvey looks around. “What’s wrong, you.. don’t like her desk? Is that the nationwide issue we’re facing today?”

you look up at harvey, a faux expression of sympathy on your face. “He doesn’t like the color pink, sir.”

that makes harvey’s brow raise, for two reasons. one, his associates shouldn’t have the time to be complaining about any colors. & two, you’ve been on a first name basis with harvey for a year. he doesn’t mind people calling him sir, but he definitely does mind when it’s you, batting your lashes & giving him a look thats sure to distract him for the rest of the day.

“You shouldn’t have time to worry about the color pink. Time is money, money is time, and if you have time to complain then your workload must not be large enough to satiate your.. innate genius.”

harvey pulls out his cellphone while talking, as if he couldn’t be bothered to give them the time of day — which he really can’t. he’s not really typing anything, but they’ll never know that.

“Don’t be sad she’s not as miserable as the rest of you. Get back to work.”

mumbles of “yes sir” can be heard throughout the office as they move to gather their things & get up, obeying the order given to them with only slight disdain.

“Thanks, Harvey.”

he reaches for the two-pack of oreos on your desk, grabbing one & handing it back to you.

“Nobody puts baby in the corner.”

this makes your brows furrow as you smile, & he bites into his cookie as you reach for yours. he quickly notices the look on your face.

“What?”

“Dirty dancing?”

he gives you a look of his own. “Sir?”

you smile as he walks away, getting back to work of his own. & you fail to notice the associates ears tuned into your small conversation as you bite into your cookie. hey, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Thanks, Baby.”

“Hey, Baby, could you-“

“Where’s Baby?”

“I need this for Baby.”

you stand corrected. jessica pearson herself joins in after a mere day. “Baby, I need you to reschedule that meeting with Mr. Sawyer. Give him my sincerest apologies- I gotta run.”

“Yes ma’am.”

she quickly gathers her things & leaves, in a rush to complete her full schedule. once she’s gone, you put your head in your hands, sighing. your official nickname is baby.

and you like it.

[onlinedolly]

hiiii i love ur writing puhleaaasseeeeee write more for big sister vi i am OBSESSED :3

jealously, jealously

cw: incest honestly and some kissing??? maybe heavy petting??? dd:dne obviously! please read with caution :3

big sister!vi who doesn’t understand why you’re so jealous when caitlyn comes around, all pouty and snippy comments as vi leans down and pets your hair, “you’re still my number one gal, hm?”

whining you push her hand away from your head, stomping your feet as your lip sticks out, “but what about us?” vi thinks how you look like a child who’s toy got taken from them, all small and hands on your hips. she kisses your temple, “i think you’ll like her cupcake, just give her a shot.”

-

well, you didn’t like her. not that she had really done anything to you personally, she was kind enough, polite. but you didn’t like her. in your eyes, caitlyn put an imaginary wall between you and vi. movie nights with vi? slipping into bed with vi when you had a nightmare? would things like that even exist anymore with caitlyn in the picture? you sat across vi and caitlyn, criss crossed on the floor as you watch in disgust as they cuddled together.

you and vi had always been extremely close, losing your parents and then your father figure and sister at a young age it brought you closer to vi then you could ever imagine. she was a constant in your life, someone who had always been there for you when you needed it. nightmares? heartbreak? flashbacks? she was there to handle it. but now looking at vi and her all you could think was how that love was going to be redirected into something romantic — something not towards you.

what does that mean really? you think as you watch vi nuzzle her nose into caitlyn’s neck. ‘something not towards you’? vi was beautiful, you’d always thought that, prided yourself on your friends having crushes, telling vi you were going to marry someone just like her when you grew up. but what was this stirring you felt in your stomach? the jealously that wrapped itself around you and squeezed your heart.

“‘m going to bed.” you speak out, making vi take her face away from caitlyn’s neck as she looks as you with furrowed brows.

“alright kid, hey—“ she leans forward, going to press her hand against your head, a welcoming touch you would normally lean into, instead swatting her hand away as you raise to march down the hallway to your room that sat across hers.

once in your bedroom you let out a sigh, leaning against the closed door as you rub the side of your head. what was the jealously you felt? the fire deep in your stomach that made you so angry at a woman that’s done nothing to you. it didn’t make sense, you thought as you changed into your pajamas and climbed into your bed. did you love vi? of course. as a sister, only as a sister. you shifted in your bed as you thought of her, her muscled large body, her tattoos that covered the expanse of her back and it made you bite your lip so you didn’t whimper at the thought.

why did you feel like this all of sudden? it made you uncomfortable, it made your thighs clamp together as you thought more about vi. you try to brush the thoughts away as you toss around in bed.

-

it had to have least been a few hours when vi knocks softly on your door before peaking her head in, “you awake, kid?” she asks just above a whisper. you take a second to respond and by the time your saying yes meekly she’s already halfway closing the door.

when vi realizes your awake she opens the door quickly, waltzing in like she always does, “how are you feelin, baby?” she asks, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“okay.” you answer shortly, rising up as you wrap your arms around your legs. you still felt….weird. the pit in your stomach had turned itself from jealously into something else completely, something that felt wrong.

“talk to me, hm?” she asks, placing a hand on your knee and the touch felt hot against you, burning almost, as she held a firm grip on you.

“i—“ was it okay to be honest? about the jealousy? the other feeling? you take a deep shaky breath before speaking just above a whisper, “i don’t like caitlyn.”

“oh.” was all she said as she sat up, her hand falling from your knee and you immediately missed her touch. “why?”

“i dunno, just…don’t.” you speak out, and vi sees right through you — like she always does. she leans forward a raised brow as she waits for your response. you look up at her with big doe eyes, water filling them as you take another shaky breath, “we won’t see each other anymore.”

vi laughs at that, catching you off guard, her laugh is loud and shakes the room as she wipes imaginary tears from her eyes, “you’re jealous sweet girl, is that it?” the sight makes you pout, lip sticking out as you reach your leg out and kick her. “sorry sweet girl, sorry. it’s just—“ she leans up, brushing your hair out of your eyes, “no one can replace you, kid.”

“im not a kid, and they can, she has.” you gripe out, crossing your heads over your chest.

“how so?”

what were you to say? that the sight of her kissing caitlyn’s cheek, the sight of her cuddled so close to her made you want to rip your hair out of your head? that wasnt okay to feel, you knew that deep down inside, and it made you feel uncomfortable as you squirmed under her intense gaze.

“she just…has, vi. okay?”

vi cracks a smile then, toothy and wide, as she runs her hand down your head and neck almost causing you to mewl. “you’re a cute little thing when you’re jealous y’know?” there it was again, that feeling, the one you knew was wrong but still made you feel the need to cross your legs.

“shut up.” you mutter out as vi crawls up besides you, stretching her body out as she waits for you to do the same.

“it’s just me and you, cupcake.” she speaks out as you stretch down beside her, wrapping your arms around her muscled torso.

“vi?” you ask, disregarding her last sentence. you were going to ask something risky, something that you feared would push her into caitlyn’s arms more, “how does it feel to kiss caitlyn?”

“how do you—“ she looks at you with furrowed brows, “we haven’t— okay well we have but— how do you know about that?”

“i’m an adult and im not stupid.” you huff out and she laughs weakly.

“i dunno, soft, nice? why do you ask?”

“because i want to be kissed like that.” you breathed out.

“i’m sure you will, one day, my love.”

“by you.” you whisper, you feel vi freeze underneath you and you think you’ve scared her away. but you don’t see the way her pupils dilate, the way she takes in a shaky breath at the thought of kissing you.

vi loved you, always had, always a little too much. she was self aware about that, she had watch you grown into a beautiful girl filled out and soft. you looked nothing like her or powder you were your own woman, shorter then her and pretty. and unbeknownst to you vi felt the same feeling in her gut, the one that made her shift in her seat oh so often when you did things like bend in front of her or slide yourself onto her lap when you watched a movie. caitlyn was a distraction, a pretty distraction, and one that resembled you in no way, in hopes she could get her mind away and off of you. but it was to no avail. and now you were here, asking your big sister for a kiss and she couldn’t be more thrilled.

“i’m sorry i—“ you begin to speak and vi softly shushes you, petting your hair.

“that’s why you were jealous, hm?” she laughs softly, “my girl wanted a kiss from her big sis?” you felt ashamed, disgusted in yourself, even more so when you got excited in the way she didn’t shoot you down.

she scoots herself up in bed so she’s sitting up more, grabbing your smaller frame and throwing yourself onto her lap like she’d done a million times before.

“that’s why you didn’t like caitlyn, huh? be honest with me if you want that kiss baby.” she spoke lowly, her eyes clouded with an emotion that read as pure hunger.

“y-yeah,” you stutter out gasping at the way her hands work themselves in your hips to keep you stable. “i want a kiss.”

“then a kiss you shall get, cupcake.” and before you know it vi is leaning in and placing her lips against yours. vis lips were soft and tasted like liquor and mint, you leaned in involuntarily as she wraps her arms around your lower waist pulling you closer. you kiss her back softly, that is until vi is pressing her lips more into yours, making the kiss rough and borderline primal. you gasp into the kiss as she turns it rough, pulling you closer to her body making you feel as if you might sink into her.

this was so wrong, so so so wrong, you thought as she moves her arms up the expanse of your back, running her fingers along your spine. but why did it feel so fucking good? why did it feel right? you thought to yourself as she works her tongue into your mouth, licking inside.

when she finally pulls back you’re both out of breath and hazy, she smirks at you as you shiver.

“consider caitlyn gone baby.”

[rotshi]

Hi rotshi !!! Your brain is so huge i simply must know if you have any Sonic/Shadow/Sonadow headcanons you really like?? :3c

HUGE SMOOTH BRAIN THATS MEEEE !!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh I dont remember a whole lot but- I love Trans and ADHD/Autistic Sonic a lot; Bi/Trans Sonic, Gay/Nonbinary/Latina Shadow 😍. And Sonic being more powerful than he leads on. Like he could end everyone if he really wanted to but "wheres the fun in that" ghghg. Those are the only headcanons I can remember at the moment.... Some of my own: sonadow: they kiss every time they're off screen and they're metalheads. shadow lectures sonic in spanish.

idk i hope i answered this right ghghg

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: a reader that keeps messing around w him and at some point they mention they like him but then hoshina thinks theyre just playing... ..but they r not and he doesnt quite get it at first because hes so used to them joking around and then he ends up overthinking the whole thing until reader actually goes up to him to kiss him (or hug him very tight!!!!!!!! or both maybe!!!!!!)

maybe he liked them too but that thought didnt sit right with him because he doesnt believe hes worthy of something like that

notes: mentions the reader's face "flushing", reader is rather lively/outgoing, reader is not a fan of horror and is more a fan of romance, reader is a hoshina stan, one part is inspired by a scene in wakaba no komorebi, omg why are there so many notes I'm so sorry TY FOR THE REQ!!

wc: 2800

A new day, a new chance for you to shoot your shot at none other than your vice-captain of the third division.

You were always messing with him. This ranged from embarrassing pranks a grade school boy would menace his crush with, all the way to borderline hitting on him. There wasn’t a single day you’d forget to remind him he was stunning, and you’d always be bragging about him to the officers in the first division, regardless of the fact that you had absolutely nothing to do with the things you were bragging about. Simply put, you were loud about Hoshina.

Yet, every day, he'd brush you off and tell you to get to work. You didn't let that mind you much though, because you could tell he wasn't actually upset. You liked him unconditionally, and as long as you weren't actually bothering him, you couldn't care less if your feelings weren't returned. Well, you did care, but that wasn't going to stop how you felt for him.

Now, you said all of that, but naturally, you were still scared to just put your feelings out there so you hadn’t actually told Hoshina you liked him. You assumed he knew, but if you said it out loud, you’d have to hear an answer. And that, you were not ready for.

However, you weren’t going to stop messing with him anytime soon. Hoping one day he’d actually fall for you and one day you’d have the courage to properly tell him how you felt.

You were in the cafeteria with the rest of the division, having your breakfast while mindlessly scrolling through your phone, when you saw a post about a new movie in theatres. Immediately your mind went to possibly inviting Hoshina and you scrolled right back up, trying to find out what it was about. Horror. You sighed and continued to scroll. Horror was absolutely not your favourite.

“Oh, is it finally out?” you heard a voice from behind you say— your favourite voice say.

“Would you like to go?” you asked, whipping your head back to see none other than Hoshina Soushirou. Just the sight of him and your heart would flutter. How you loved him. “Together? Us? Just us? You and me?”

“Oh, like we have time to go,” he said.

“Man,” you said, knowing he’d say that. The entire defence force in general had been a lot busier ever since the appearance of so many identified grade kaijus. However, it did make you wonder if that meant he would if he did have time. No, he’s just declining your invitation politely, you’d tell yourself, bringing you back to your senses.

You’ve done this since always, and you do this every time without fail. Whenever a new shop had opened, or a new movie to watch had come to theatres, you'd always shoot your shot— hoping he'd say yes one day. Yes to a date.

Although you were used to getting turned down, it still wasn’t the best feeling. Recently, you've been letting it get to you far more than you used to. Maybe after all these times, the rejection did start to have an affect on you. Maybe you were falling for him even harder recently, or maybe you were starting to hope for your feelings to be returned.

Perhaps a relaxing day at the movies was exactly what you needed. Maybe you’d ask for a day off next week— just to go watch a movie you liked.

So you did exactly that, you filed a form to Captain Ashiro, requesting a day off anytime the next week. Preferably on a Tuesday, because movie tickets were cheaper on Tuesdays.

A few days later, you were called over to her office. You assumed it was just to let you know if you could have your day off and if so, when it was. To your surprise, when you walked in, it wasn't Ashiro but rather Hoshina there, working away.

“Hoshina?” you asked, pleasantly surprised. “I didn't expect to see you today.”

“You didn't?” he asked, genuinely perplexed. “But this is my office?”

“Your office? I thought it was Captain Ashiro’s?” you said.

“It used to be, but I took it over a little while back,” he said. “It's just a lot faster for me to do the paperwork.”

“Oh… I see,” you said, rather surprised you weren't already aware. There was a moment of silence.

“It was rather recently that I had officially started working here,” he said, somehow noticing that you were dejected. Oh, how did he always know exactly what to say? You were never going to get over him at this rate. “Anyways, you requested a day off next week?”

“Um… yes,” you said. Now you felt a little awkward about going to a movie alone, and you really hoped he wouldn't realize where you were going.

“On a Tuesday… are you going to see that movie after all?” he asked and he noticed you stiffened a little, so he immediately followed with, “Sorry, you don't have to answer that. You're absolutely free to take that day off.”

“I am,” you said. Half a lie, because there was no way you were watching a horror movie, let alone by yourself. But you were going to the movies. That was true. “It's been a while since I watched a movie in theatres, I realized.”

“I've never gone alone actually,” he said, imagining you were planning to go alone. “Or are you going with someone?”

“No, I'll be by myself,” you said, but instinctively you asked him out again. It was practically in your subconsciousness to do so. “Unless you'd like to tag along?”

There was a long pause before he said anything, and his unreadable expression only made the silence feel longer. You were expecting a quick rejection again, so the silence was absolutely killing you— you hadn't expected it one bit.

“Actually, I'd like to,” he said. “If that's okay with you, of course.”

You couldn't believe your ears. What did he say? You couldn't have possibly heard that right. What had he said?

On the other hand, he had no idea why he said yes. Why after turning you down all these times? Why now? He had turned down every offer of yours because he knew you were just messing around. You didn’t feel about him the way he felt about you. He knew this because you had done this since the moment you joined, and you couldn’t have liked him back then— you hadn't even know him yet.

But still, he hoped you were serious.

“You're joking,” you said.

“Were you?” he asked. This must be why he said yes. He wanted to know so badly— he was rather exhausted of playing the guessing game with you.

“Not at all,” you said. You thought he had known, but perhaps not. “I've never been. Not for a moment.”

“Then, let's go,” he said with his poker face on, but he was a little shaken. He didn't think you were at all serious, let alone that serious.

“Hoshina, is this a date?” you asked, and you could tell your cheeks were flushed. However, there wasn't much to be embarrassed about at this point, so you might as well have asked before you drove yourself insane.

“Okay…” you said, but you were spaced out. You had no idea what had prompted this all of a sudden, but this was the moment you had been waiting for, for your whole life. Yes to a date.

A date? Was it a date?

“Would you like it to be?” he asked. You had no idea what he was thinking.

“Yes,” you said. “Of course…”

“Then, let's go on a date,” he said. “On Tuesday, at 2pm. I'll pick you up from your unit and we'll go and watch a movie.”

It was yes to a date. A date with none other than the love of your life. You were going on a date with Hoshina Soushirou.

You left the office soon after, thanking him as you left, and you were lost in thought. You truly felt like the world around you had stopped, but at the same time, the time passing was a blur. You thought it’d be forever before your long awaited day, and you’d have plenty of time to calm yourself down and prepare, but it had rolled around before you knew it.

You put on what you personally thought was your best date outfit, but you had no idea if he’d like it. You really hoped he would. Now, you were sitting around, waiting for him to come pick you up. It was still 10 till 2, but he was always ahead of schedule— he hated making people wait, so he was always early. A few minutes later, you heard a few footsteps and some rustling outside your door, and you were pretty sure it was him. You waited for a knock, but it wouldn’t come.

Quickly, you opened the door and it was him, waiting by your door with his phone in his hand, opened to your messages with him.

“Oh,” he said. “Sorry, were you waiting?”

“No,” you said, immediately. “I just finished getting ready. Why didn’t you knock?”

“Well, I’m early,” he said. “Didn’t want to rush you.”

Gosh, you were on a date. With him. You had actually never seen him in anything other than what he wears at the defense force, and as much as you liked that training shirt he had on, he looked so incredibly gorgeous today. And this was just for you. He wore a black corduroy turtleneck, and a simple long coat to go over it. You were still so lost, how had you gotten to this point in the first place?

“You’re stunning today,” he said to you as he smiled a little and you swear you felt your heartrate spike. Did he even know what he was doing?

“Not to mean you aren’t usually…” he said immediately. “Sorry, I never say the right things when they count, do I?”

“No, I thought my heart was going to stop,” you said, frankly. This was the way you always were, there was no point in getting flustered all of a sudden. “You’re gorgeous everyday, but even more so today.”

“Well, I’d have to be glad our date is today then,” he said.

While the two of you walked to the theatre, it was rather quiet. Far more quiet than you usually were. Suddenly, you were so nervous, and there was nothing to say to him. So many questions filled your head but none of them felt appropriate to ask. You felt like the spell would break if you took one wrong breath. You wanted to know why he was here with you today. Why he said yes all of a sudden, why he took a precious day off to go on a date with you, and what he was thinking when he said yes. You wanted to know how he felt about you, or at least how he felt about this date.

“I’ll go get us tickets,” you said, as soon as you got to the theatre. “Please pick a snack and a drink in the meantime, I’ll get the tickets quick.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, I’m getting the tickets, and the drinks and snacks, for that matter,” he said. “Besides, we haven’t even decided on a movie yet.”

“We haven’t?” you asked. “I thought we were watching the movie that came out the other day?”

“What? Why would we?” he asked, genuinely confused. “You don’t even like horror." He pointed at another poster on the wall. "Why don’t we watch that one? Romance is more your type of thing, isn’t it?”

You thought you’d cry. If there was one thing that was worrying you about this date, it was the movie. Horror really wasn’t for you, and you weren’t sure if you could watch the movie without showing it.

“How did you know?” you asked.

“It’s obvious,” he said. “You’ve never asked me out to a horror movie, have you?”

Just how did he notice? “But didn’t you want to watch that one?” you asked.

“Please, I can watch that whenever, on my own,” he said. “I’m here with you today. I’d be a horrible date to make you watch it with me.”

“Thank you,” you said, starstruck. “At least, let me pay for it then?”

“No way,” he said. “I’m taking you out today.”

“No, I asked you out,” you said.

“Don’t care!” he said and went off to get the tickets and snacks.

You were in love with him, and you were going to tell him. You were sure he knew, but you had to tell him properly. It wasn’t even that you were hoping for him to return your feelings, you just wanted to tell him.

You thought you wouldn’t be able to focus on the movie at all, but you were, strangely enough. You were watching a cliche romance movie that couldn’t possibly be about you and Hoshina, no matter how much you tried to stretch the narrative, but you loved it. It was a sweet movie, a type that you've always loved, and you were watching it with the one you always loved. You couldn’t be happier.

So as soon as the movie was over, you went for it.

“Hoshina, I love you so much,” you said, and kissed him. On the lips.

His eyes were wide and his cheeks were faintly flushed. You weren’t expecting that, not even for a moment.

“You’re serious?” he asked.

You were confused, did he think you were playing around all this time? “Yes, of course,” you said. “I’ve loved you for forever.”

“Since… when?” he asked.

“Since the day you saved me, 3 years ago,” you said, immediately. It was like you had waited all your life to answer this. “You definitely don’t remember, but I remember like yesterday.”

He wouldn’t reply, but he was still looking at you surprised, so you continued on.

“I thought I had told you this actually. Not the part that I liked you, but the part that you saved me. I joined because of you, Hoshina,” you said. “Yes, you’re my vice-captain and the love of my life, and I’m one of your officers, but you were my hero and I was your biggest fan for all this time.”

Something in him shifted. It felt like someone had woken him up from a weird haze, and showed him how much colour there is to the world. You joined for him. Not for Mina, not for Gen, but him. To you, he was a hero. To the one he treasured most, he was irreplaceable.

“I love you too,” he said, with the softest smile you had ever seen from him. He was serious, you could tell.

“No way,” you said.

“I do,” he said, but he could tell that you were a little skeptical, or at least puzzled. “I love the way you work hard, the way you joke around, but actually care so much. I love the way you give everything your all. I love the way you always smile when you see me— it makes me feel so special. You make my day, absolutely every single day.”

It took everything in you to stop yourself from sobbing, but that made Hoshina laugh. He kissed you this time, and tears rolled down your cheeks anyway.

Wiping your cheeks with the pad of his thumb, he kissed you on the forehead.

“I absolutely adore you.”

BONUS:

Later that day, you were going to open up the one cardboard box you still hadn’t unpacked. The one filled with your posters and merch of Hoshina you had collected through these years. You were hiding them, because you thought it’d be a little too weird if you had those just hanging around, but finally, they’d see the sunlight. You would never have even imagined this day when you had those in your room, dreaming of him. If only you could tell your past self— just how thrilled you would’ve been. Well, not that you were any less thrilled now.

The next time Hoshina came to visit you in your room, he was utterly flustered, it was absolutely adorable. He couldn’t believe people actually bought the merch they sold of him, let alone put them up— and in the room of his loved one nonetheless. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, because it made him so incredibly happy.

He was thrilled that you did, in fact, love him the way he loved you.

[shardkn1ght]

Here is my outfit submission for gendy leo UwU

YIIIPPPPEEEE!!!!

GENDERFLUID LEO DRAWING TIME!!

I am making the rest don’t worry!

Look at her! She’s so freaking cute!

[ohposhers]

I drew your sona cus the design is so SILLY/VERYpos

TYSM I LOVED THIS SO MUCH I HAD TO DRAW SOMETHING IN RETURN RAAAA TY FOR THE GORGEOUS ART I HOPE I DREW YOUR LIL GUY ALRIGHT!!! <333

[becasart]

SPOUSE SWAPPP

+hair length flippp

I'm so satisfied with my redesigns of em 🥰

Also, just out of curiosity, what is y'all's fave dynamic from these ships? :0

[kaciidubs]

That's all very hot but what if I dominate Chan? What if I make him beg for me? What if I sit on his face? What if I'm the one in charge??? Huh,??? Christopher I'm gonna make you my little bitch

By all means, dominate him to your heart's content! I'm sure pretty boy over here won't have many complaints...

"What makes you think you deserve it?"

It felt like you'd asked him that question a hundred times, and each time he answered you gave him an inch of what he truly desired.

"P-Please, I've been a good boy- Channie's been a good boy, I haven't touched myself, I-I haven't looked at pictures or videos, please, Miss."

He was a babbling mess, at this rate he'd confess to things he didn't even do if it meant you'd give him even a second of your time.

And perhaps this time you were feeling generous, normally you would make him plead his case a bit more, but he wasn't about to argue when you finally lowered yourself onto his face; his tongue immediately diving between your folds as if it were his life's purpose.

"Jesus- Did they starve you while you were in Japan? It's not going anywhere."

Though, you knew your words were falling on deaf ears - and not just because your thighs all but muffled them - as he continued to fervently eat you out.

"Christopher, fuck, slow down!"

Your demand was simply met with a muffled moan as he lifted his head higher, drunk off the arousal coating his tongue the more he dipped it past your walls.

However, his blissful ignorance would be cut short with a hard tug to his hair, pulling his head back as you lifted yourself away from his sinful mouth.

"If you're going to be dumb slut and forget about your home training, I'll be happy to remind you of your place, brat."

Through the twist of pain on his face, you could clearly see the pleasure rolling in his eyes as he blinked up at you.

"'M sorry, Miss, I'll listen, I promise!"

"You better, or the only place that dick of yours is going is in a cock ring, you hear me?"

He nodded as best he could with your grip on his head, "Y-Yes, Miss!"

Letting him go, you let him get back to his previous task, albeit a bit slower and much more calculated than before - though, you knew him better than he knew himself, and even with the threat of punishment, he'd get off just the same, it was just about how long he'd want to play the game of obedience.

[unedited]

[choccy-milky]

THANK YOU ALL TO THE SUPER NICE AND SUPPORTIVE MESSAGES I GOT AFTER FINISHING MY FIC💖💖💖🥹🥹🥹there were too many to respond to separately and i didnt wanna feel like i was repeating myself, so i just wanna say thank you all at once, it really means so much to me that you all read along and enjoyed it so much and what it meant to u all personally🥹 second pic is how i feel....ur all my proud parents congratulating me after i just finished building something cool and im showing it off to you LMFAOO

FUN FACT men actually didnt wear engagement/wedding rings back in the 1890s! it was only in the beginning of the 1900s that they started wearing them (due to the first world war) bc they wanted to have something to bring with them to remember their wives. SO YEAH thats why!! i guess wizard society could be different, but i just went with real world lore on that front BAHA

@psyducktastic BAHAH THANK YOUU!! tbh i was originally planning on making the wedding even shorter/glossing over it even more, and didnt really MAKE a decision on whos POV it was gonna be in...it just happened as i started writing LOL. i guess i wrote it from sebs POV bc less emotions there to focus on, unlike CLORAS pov, which like you said, would be running a mile a minute and filled with all these thoughts, and subsequently make me unable to gloss over the scene like i wanted to LOL. plus, the whole anticipation of a wedding is in finally seeing the bride, so even tho it wasnt even intended, i kinda like that the reader will be in the same position as seb/the audiences POV as they wait for the bride to enter. and yes clora defs had a lot of bittersweet feelings, i think i have her mention it internally in that conversation with anne, that its still an adjustment and that even tho shes ofc happy with seb, its still kinda lonely/will take some getting used to. but i didnt wanna bring down the mood in the last chapter by focusing too much on those bittersweet feelings, so i just focused on the sweet instead 🥹💖and also i cant even imagine what clive and clora were doing outside the door before they entered...i imagine clive was secretly choked up and clora was nervous, which resulted in the two of them just being completely silent BAHAHA. maybe some subtle squeezes of reassurance and comfort back and forth BUT THANK YOU AGAIN💖💖💖AND IM HAPPY YOU LIKED HOW I ENDED IT🥹💖💖💖

[reginalusus]

*puts on my media glass*

So what I'm hearing is... that Jason and Harvey and the 'dad' dilemma is identical to that one cold open from B99.

https://youtu.be/YxH4TPZJANE?si=UDoWA0d2E3fdTtmU

HELPPPP, OMG, AMAZING. I saw someone do this skit with Bruce and Jason! But I'm making it Harvey and Jason now, fuck you.

JASON: *Just after interrogating the shit out of a thug that messed up the drug ring. All of the other thugs stand around, petrified. Two-Face was scary enough but Red Hood is also scary, WTF, they didn't sign up for this shit.* HARVEY: Nice work. JASON: Thanks, dad. HARVEY: THUGS: JASON: What. THUGS: You just called the boss 'dad'. JASON: What? No, I didn't. I said 'thanks, MAN'. HARVEY: Do you see us as a father figure? JASON: No. If anything I see you as a BOTHER figure because you're always BOTHERING me. THUGS (choking back laughter): Hey. Don't talk to your dad like that. JASON: HARVEY: ...Do you want to talk about this later over a cigarette. Maybe a game of shooting. JASON: JASON (under his breath): I'd like that.

[aliteralsemicolon]

A bit of my version of Spencer just for you to make your day and because I know you love him 😌

Spencer stared at you from across the table, his eyes followed your hands as they once again rubbed over your tired eyes. It hurt him to see you push yourself and he was screaming on the inside for you to lay down for a bit and rest, but he know you were too stubborn and wouldn't listen.

Your head started to lull to the side and in a split second, Spencer was up and walked over to you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, you need to rest."

"Spencer I'm-"

"Don't you start, you are not fine and you are going to lie down wether you like it or not."

You'd never seen Spencer be so stern with you before and it honestly startled you. Usually you'd scoff and tell him to worry about himself, but something inside was gnawing at you to not talk back to him and the only action you managed to do was nodd.

Spencer offered a hand, which you took and guided you to the small couch in the corner of the room. You sat down and Spencer helped you take off your shoes, his fingers accidentally touching the palms of your feet, which caused you to squirm at the ticklish sensation and for Spencer to chuckle at it.

"Let this be a warning to you, if you don't rest up I'll continue to tickle your feet."

That was all you needed to curl up on the couch and escape off to dreamland, where Spencer wasn't torturing you with his tickles.

Moral of the story, get some sleep you dummy 💕

THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO OH GOD IT’S LIKE AN EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT KETTLEPOT I LOVE YOU!!!

Ket this is so adorable, I'm gonna cry 😭 you're gonna catch me reading this over and over in class later and when that happens mind your business!!! I'm posting this with the normal fic tags, it can't go unnoticed, omfg ket I LOVE U, we are getting married like tomorrow!!!!!!!

Guys I'm telling u, @mandarinmoons is literally the friendliest and fucking sweetest person on this app and they write bangers like this all the fucking time and I just think it would be really really cool if we (you because I already am) would follow her. and spam her inbox with small love letters because we'd all be insane to not love her.

[myokk]

My writing/reading question of the day:

Do you prefer present tense or past tense? Or something entirely different like future tense? For writing AND reading🫶

The more I write (I wish I realized how fun it was before this year😭😭😭) the more I realize I like to play around with language & tense choice can have such a profound impact on how your writing comes across & even how I feel as I’m writing. With my oneshots I’ve been playing around with only present tense & my main fic is past tense (but present during the flashbacks - idk don’t ask it just felt right😆).

Or does nobody else think about tense and I’m just alone in this😆😆😆 LANGUAGE IS JUST SO COOL !!!!

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Need to make out with Natalie to fade into you, like, I’m not letting that travnat breakup claim that song 😡

Like imagine her driving you home from a party and you’re both a little drunk, and you beg her to let you have the aux and she’s like ‘fine fine…’ and you put on that song, and she giggles as you sing along and everything. She then suddenly pulls over just to kiss you, and then that turns to making out… she doesn’t even care that the song is on repeat she’s just so in love :(

(totally wouldn’t mind a mini fic/blurb on this concept…..)

also btw good luck for college!!! you’re gonna do great 💕💕

Fade in to You

Ooooh yes (but I don't condone drunk driving so you're both sober)

Also thank you!! I hope I do lmao <3

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"Nat! Just let me play one song! Just one, I swear, and then we can go back to listening to whatever this shit is," you beg, giving your best puppy eyes. Not that she was paying much attention.

"Fine, okay, whatever. One song. That's it. And my music isn't "shit", by the way." She rolls her eyes, handing her phone out to you. By this point, you've earned the rights to her password, so it's easy to navigate to Spotify and cue up the song you want.

As soon as it starts playing, you begin humming along.

"I wanna hold the hand inside you," you sing softly, reaching out for Nat's hand. You knew it was extremely corny, but you couldn't help it. Not with her.

She rolls her eyes but takes your hand anyways, still keeping her eyes on the road. You keep singing, getting more exaggerated as the song goes on. At this point, you're waiting for her to break and start laughing. What you're not expecting, is for her to pull the car off the road and into a grocery store parking lot.

"Nat-?"

Before you can even finish your sentence, she leans over the center console and kisses you. It's soft and sweet, and after a moment she pulls away to look you in the eyes.

"Fucking idiot," she says, and kisses you again. It starts off like the first, slow and gentle, before she's slipping her tongue into your mouth. It's still sweet, but rougher. More Natalie.

You practically melt, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she kisses you. One of her hands cups your cheek as the other one tangles into your hair.

The two of you stay like that for what seems like hours, just lost in each other, until you inevitably have to pull away to breathe.

"So I'm guessing you like my song more than you thought you were going to, huh?"

"Yeah, it was the song that I liked. Nothing else." She buckles back in and starts the car back up before intertwining your fingers again. You just grin stupidly from the passenger seat, and don't make a move to change the song at all.

[gothsuguru]

Th....thinking about domestic!suguru who always makes his plates of food look good for his bb <3 whether it be breakfast, dinner or a snack, he always makes it look good in case his bb wants to take a pic 😊

this is making me feel so warm & soft bc you’re so right anon… i think one of his biggest love languages is acts of services and that includes making meals for his beloved! i think if you two live together then he’s absolutely perfected his recipes for your favorite meals, and if you don’t live together then TRUST that he’s toiled away in the kitchen with a stained apron, hair pulled back with wild pieces covering his face, and a small smile after he’s tasted his meal cooked with love (he can’t wait to cook your meal and casually bring it over one day — a small smirk on his face as he says “it was nothing!”)

((IT WAS ABSOLUTELY SOMETHING… satoru had to calm him down on the phone when he spiraled about if you would like the food or not)) (((satoru offered to be a taste tester and finished all the food -> suguru PROMPTLY bonked him on the head w a frying pan)))

BUT YOU’RE SO RIGHT!!!!! i think he feels especially honored and excited when you take a picture of the food he made because he PRIDES himself on plating! i’m talking abt he can do cute animal shapes one day and then elegant michelin style plating the next — my man has RANGE! <333 i think suguru ALSO has a notes app of your favorite food/snacks/beverages and ALSO an album of food he’s made for you/food you’ve made for him :’)

i think food is one of his biggest love languages :’) he wants you to eat well and bonus points if he can feed you with all the love too :’) if he fusses over you please let him, he just loves you so much & you’re too adorable 🙂‍↕️ and if you want to learn how to cook/already know, then suguru’s favorite activity/pastime is cooking with you :’) it’s very intimate and sweet, love belongs in the kitchen!