#i love sharing my hauls with you all lmao

[literatureaesthetic]

mini haul ✨️ love when book covers conveniently end up matching. i've been wanting to read 'de profundis' for literal years, i've just never encountered this specific edition in a store before (i'm vain, and i need the pretty edition of a book always)

also, for music lovers, i got my hands on the new chelsea wolfe album!! obsessed doesn't cover it.

[takes1]

Can you do needy kenma smut????? Plzzzz

needy!kenma can't keep his hands off of you

this was incredibly fun to write lmao, just some nasty, feel-good stuff here

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / established relationship / fluffy smut / whiny!kenma / cuddly!kenma / so much PDA / kuroo wants to third / tired!kenma / cuddlefucking / dacryphilia / switchy!kenma / subby!kenma / kenma begging a lot / cumming inside / f!rec oral / passionate sex / kenma loves head scratches / 2.8k words

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests OPEN

Nekoma was walking away with a laborious and well-fought win against their last opponent of the day. It was a lengthy, painstaking endeavor to watch-- let alone to play it all. With months of experience under your belt, you were prepared for Kenma to be tired.

Yet, as he stumbled up to you, hot and wet and miserable, a shocked chuckle drifted past your lips.

"Mmnh-! Thank Goood," He moaned into the comfort of your shoulder and let himself collapse onto you.

The unbridled sound startled not only you, but got the attention of his teammates, still trying to find their partners or family in the crowded and noisy halls.

You wavered under so much weight at once and took on a staggered stance, having completely underestimated his exhaustion just by the look of him.

"C'm'over t'night-," He begged, right away.

He spared no time to talk about the game, his condition, or to say hello.

"Kenma-!"

You half-laughed at his theatrics and his desperate tone. It wasn't rare for him to be grabby or gropey after a game, but this was explicit stuff for an environment so public. He also wouldn't let up on how much he was leaning on you;  although he wasn't a big guy, his dead weight wasn't something you weren't equipped to carry.

"Please b'by," He blubbered against your neck; it turned into a big, wet kiss, and a very intimate whisper, "I need t' hold you..."

A fretful sound stayed shared between you, against his shoulder, before you pushed him off to stand on his own. He quickly sunk to the floor.

"Oh my gosh-," You hauled him right back up, eyes darting around for explanation and found Kuroo, "Is he okay?"

Finally given a strong reason to tease, Kuroo shrugged, leaning closer to your height. He was inspecting him to see if he was at risk for something serious, but found nothing other than his friend's shitty stamina to blame.

Kuroo stood back up, a fake sincerity in his face and to his words, "Hm...Looks like he just needs some T&A."

"You're not helping," You snapped, adjusting under Kenma as he yawned against your hair.

He only snickered at your plight.

The team was supposed to go out for a victory meal, courtesy of their Coach, but Kenma refused to attend if you weren't invited. He refused to do a lot of things, including getting his hands off of you, even when formally told to do so. It was only because Kuroo was their Captain, and held a special fondness for the two of you, that you were vouched for and allowed to be there.

It put you in a tough position. You planned to bring it up to Kenma when he wasn't so useless.

He held you in a vice grip, all bent over, cheek atop your shoulder, the entire ride there. You were stuffed in the corner of the car, suffocated by his body, the addictive smell of his sweaty uniform under a hoodie you brought for him. He flat-ignored every single attempt to talk from the rest of the team, so you took up the mantle of answering for him, if it was needed.

"He's fine- he's just tired," Was one you found yourself repeating at least four times.

But you weren't exactly sure if that was the only thing ailing him. He wasn't usually this bad after a match.

"Carry me?" He begged.

"Baby, you know I can't do that."

He slid like a liquid out of the car, into the restaurant, onto booth seat next to you- practically on top of you. Kuroo trapped the two of you in from the outside and you were once more, squished against a wall.

His leg wrapped around yours, his head returned to your shoulder, arm around you, a groany sigh in his throat.

Kenma was usually very touchy, too touchy- in most cases- but this was a brand new extreme.

"Can we just go home?" Was a question for both you and Kuroo.

You pressed a long, loving peck to his temple, your fingers reached into his hair to scratch his scalp, reassuring.

"No, you need to eat something first."

You tried to stifle your reaction to his hands gripping the table. His eyes were scrunched tight at how fucking good that new manicure felt.

The weight of his head was crashing into your palm, something too close to a whine at the top of his throat.

Your hand was back in your own lap. He leaned towards the absence, dizzy in the aftermath.

The uncontrollable blush crept into every nook and cranny of your face and it only grew in intensity at Kuroo's curiosity and amusement.

"That feel good, buddy?"

"Shut up," Was in a strained mumble.

He accepted the bowl Kuroo built for him as an apology. He ate gradually, much slower than the rest of the team. While most of the guys worked on seconds, thirds, even fourths, Kenma was lucky to finish what he got the first time.

It was good enough.

As promised, it was straight home after the little dinner celebration. You were able to spend the night last-minute, under the excuse that it was late and you were scared of public transportation in the dark, alone.

The thought that he might feel better after a meal and a shower was proven to be just as wrong. He walked out of the bathroom in just his briefs.

Taut, toned and a little tacky to the touch. His fingers scratched at his smooth belly, like he was still hungry.

You set your phone down and slid to sit on the edge of his bed.

"D'you feel any better?"

Now that you were alone, you were much more receptive to his afflictions. He rubbed his hair partially dry, threw the towel on his gaming chair, and collapsed at your feet.

Kenma stuffed his face in your lap, arms wrapped strong around your legs. He took a sobering breath in, but it did nothing to calm himself down.

"Aaah, you smell sooo good-!" He seethed, fingers filling with your soft thighs.

Kenma's affinity for your scent rivaled that of an animal.

He stole long, messy kisses, right at the top of your thighs, spreading your legs further apart- you squirmed at the tingly sensation, but he gripped you tight.

From here, you had a nice view of his lean and chiseled back. You dragged your nails over it, slow and steady circles, as he sighed and grew heavy in your lap.

His kisses grew slower and distracted, but he didn't stop trying to nuzzle in closer to your sex.

"Missed you..." He mumbled.

His admission buzzed through your clothes, inspiring a strong twitch. He grinned.

Palms sliding under your legs, he knocked you off balance to your elbows and shuffled closer, fingers hooking to pull your clothes off until you were completely bare.

When he got this way, he never wanted to talk much. He couldn't hold a conversation for shit when he was hard, so you were limited with what you could get out of him.

If he felt fine enough for this, he must have been okay the whole time.

"So this was all you needed," You muttered to yourself, grumpy about his behavior for only a moment.

The sloppy kiss against your pussy was all the apology you needed.

You relaxed with a whine and slid back onto his sheets. The wet sounds of him eating you gave you butterflies, no matter how often he did it.

"Ooh-, fuuck," You moaned.

The way he pleased you, regardless of method, was always a slow, sleepy endeavor. He carried a kind of dirty ease about it, never struggling to meet your eyes during the raunchiest parts.

He shot his tongue out far to lap at your needy entrance, slow back up to your clit with a kiss, his stare never wavering from your face.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth, your nails back in his hair, and bucked into his strangled groan.

"Did you have some good games today?" You managed to ask, sweet, teasing him.

Your thighs flinched, a whine coming forward, at his long, "Mmmmhmn..."

Hearing him beg for your touch, your body, your attention for hours left you craving him.

You knew he had a short battery for hard work, but he was flat out pathetic all evening. You had never seen him this needy, but it was a huge turn-on.

He met your gaze, leaning hard into your hand.

"You want this pussy?" You tested the waters with a taunt.

His face washed over with complete ease, his brow twisted up tight as he lifted his head from you. You were dripping from his chin.

"Please- yesyes'ys- please--,"

You shushed him- half because it was hot, half because of his family downstairs. You pulled him up by his hair and he rubbed his throbbing erection against you with a whine.

A hot, messy kiss failed to make him quieter, but you were able to at least muffle it.

From here, you could feel how shaky his shoulders were from the demand of the day. It didn't effect how quickly he pulled his cock out and sank into you, never once parting to look or to breathe.

The stretch he gave you was just right- you arched into him, legs bringing him in further.

His sleepy, obsessed gaze only grew harder to focus on as he started to fuck you steady and fast on the edge of his mattress, like he'd been waiting to all day, fantasizing about during every break.

And you lay there, taking him so well, adoring and comforting and supportive- just as you had been, giving up your time to cheer for him at his exhausting day of matches.

"Mmh-!" You whined as he straightened back up, his thumb rolling against your clit.

He was even fucking you with eyes. He wished he could turn you out after every practice, just to blow off steam. If he had your pussy to look forward to, it might motivate him to try a little harder, like Kuroo always joked that he needed.

The glossy, loving look you wore was too much. He grew huffy, tired- closer.

"F-uck," He cried, high and shaky.

His hand squeezed the lower half of your face with varying degrees of strength, as he could manage it. The way he stared down at you was loaded and layered. Somehow mastering the look of both submission and possession.

"You're- mmnh- ahh, you're soo pretty," His eyes rolled back, welled up, another unchecked cry at the back of his throat.

Tears started rolling down his wanton expression. He let you go so he could wipe them.

"Are you- ah-mmn, Okay?"

You reached your hand out to stall his hips. Thighs tired, but squeezing on him to make it harder, but he sniffled and shook his head. He didn't stop.

"You just-," Kenma sobbed again, coming forward to hold you, not forgetting to take the back of your knees with him.

Your shuddery mewl at the motion was talked over- the use of his bodyweight and this position stretched, tightened, your sore pussy around him.

"Feel s-o good."

He shoved his face in the nook of your shoulder, the water from his hair mixing with his tears, soaking the sheets and cooling you off. The struggle in his noise was impossible to distinguish between him crying and moaning.

The lewd sounds of him bottoming out in you had you on edge for a couple of reasons; there was no way his folks couldn't hear this, or least his shitty bedframe squeaking- but he was working you so close to finishing that you didn't dare tell him to be quiet.

"Can I--ah-!" He pulled away, breathy and flushed, his tears dried against his cheeks, "Cum- inside?"

The look, coupled with his deep, rough thrusts, left you speechless. You nodded, unable to form any string of words.

Kenma was all too spoiled- you never had the resolve to deny him at this point, when he needed to cum and asked you nicely. He was so deep, he was so good to you, he begged so well, you couldn't just let him pull out.

You knew you probably shouldn't rely on a little pill to keep this from turning into a big problem, but like every other time he filled you up, it could wait to be worried about.

Right now, you couldn't get enough. You needed it all.

The rhythm of his thrusts got so hard, so fast, you couldn't believe he was acting that tired earlier. You couldn't keep your noise down, and neither could he. So he sandwiched your thighs between you and leaned, even further, to kiss you through your climax.

"Mmn-h," He dug his nails into you, another pitched cry crashing against your sore lips.

Warmth filled you up, leaving you gasping, watching his face, at all the heat he fucked into your spasming cunt.

You were squirming for a while, breath uneven, little whiny noises in his ear, at how hot and sticky and heavy it all was, dripping slow onto the sheets.

His fingers steadied you, grounded you, slow, small, gentle little circles in your hair.

He loved how undone you were, how he could fill you up with just the right amount of dumb for a while if you let him.

Kenma sucked a few bruises into your neck while he waited for you to come down, softening inside but keeping himself buried, mindlessly. He was comfortable. No need to move.

"I'm okay..." You sighed, finally verbal again- he smiled at how cute you were.

He straightened with marked effort. You shared an overstimulated wince at the consequence of the decision.

Eyes closed, you let him slowly straighten your legs back out with a trusting exhale.

"I love you," He affirmed.

It was quiet, simple, and not the first. You brushed his cheek, studying his tear streaks with your thumb as he flopped on his back, next to you. He didn't need to say it out loud for you to know.

A little peck to his chin, "I love you, too."

You stretched, standing, to go clean up and get ready for bed. When you came back from the bathroom, you expected him to be on a game, or at least catching up on his phone.

He was lying just the way you had left him, but fast asleep. Some seize-like twitching confirmed it. He was out cold.

Kenma didn't make a fuss when you had to push him 90 degrees, to get his legs on the bed, and rolled him closer to the center. He quickly fell back asleep, if he had even truly woken up for all of it.

You had just snuggled up to his warm side, falling asleep to his light snoring, when his phone began to ring.

You still answered it straight away in a knee-jerk response, but that's how you knew he was in a deep sleep. He didn't stir at all.

Eyes back on the phone, you realized it was Kuroo and went to say hello.

Your body gave a hard flinch. You didn't realize it was a FaceTime and barely had a second to pan the camera away from anything too incriminating.

He studied, squinting at what he could see. It was just your face, your messy hair, and maybe an aftersex glow, if he looked hard enough.

"Hm. Is Kemma asleep?"

"Mhm," You panned to his sleeping form next to you, not careful enough to leave your shared skin out of it.

He giggled hard at the sight, the sound of him snoring. You heard the clicking of screenshots and grinned at the future grief Kenma would give you for letting it happen. When Kuroo was done, he sucked in a breath.

"Mmm, you did all that?"

You had to take another look at the screen to understand what he meant- if he meant it like that. He sure did. That low-lidded, mischievous smirk was unmistakable.

A roll of your eyes, "What about it?"

He seethed, scanning your pretty, sleepy features. He couldn't resist. "You want me to come finish you off?"

You were too used to his flirting and boundary-ignorance at this point. The best tactic you found was to ignore him.

"Bye, Kuroo--,"

"I'm kiddiiing! Kinda- Ah-hm, You're the best, byyye!"

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Christmas at the Romanoff’s

(natasha romanoff x reader) & (platonic!yelena belova x reader)

tags | christmas headcanon – friends to lovers, first kiss, fluff and comfort!

notes | hello, pls take this small headcanon as a thank you for reading and supporting all my fics even though i cannot keep up with demand lmao. i promise to do better in the new year. merry christmas! <3

It’s your first Christmas with Natasha, and you quickly discover that the Black Widow is… not exactly a holiday enthusiast. At least, not in the traditional sense. When you first arrived at the apartment she shares with her sister, you were greeted by Yelena’s unholy mix of holiday cheer and chaos. Mismatched ornaments hung precariously from a tree that was way too big for their living room, a plate of burnt cookies sat on the counter, and garish Christmas music blared at an almost concerning volume. Natasha, however, looked like she was about two seconds away from wrapping the excessive lights around her neck.

“I hate Christmas music,” Natasha mutters under her breath as you hang up your coat. Yelena’s halfway through yelling “All I Want for Christmas is You” with a Santa hat perched at an angle on her head. “She’s been doing this for weeks,” she adds, her voice low like it’s some covert confession. It takes you all but twenty minutes to realise that Natasha has a very complicated relationship with Christmas. She doesn’t hate it exactly—she just doesn’t really know what to do with it. With all the joy. When you try to hand her a burnt gingerbread cookie, she looks at it like it’s some kind of alien artifact. “Why would I eat a cookie shaped like a man?” She asks flatly, before breaking it in half like it personally offended her.

She then proceeded to argue how she’d be more likely to eat one of these ‘monstrosities’ if it was shaped like a woman…

But there are little moments where she tries, and it’s adorable in the most understated way. You catch her quietly fixing the crooked ornaments on the tree when she thinks no one’s looking, muttering under her breath about how “the reds need to go next to the greens.” One night, after Yelena goes to bed, you find Natasha scrolling through YouTube tutorials for how to wrap presents, muttering curses in Russian every time the tape sticks to her fingers.

And then there’s the stockings. Yelena insisted everyone have one, even though Natasha grumbled about it. But before you went to bed on Christmas Eve, you noticed that Natasha’s stocking was the most stuffed. There’s a random assortment of things crammed in there—protein bars, an extra pair of thick socks, a tiny first aid kit. You don’t have to ask to know that she filled her own stocking, long before Christmas Eve. The thought makes your heart ache in the sweetest, saddest way. She spent so many holidays alone that it just… became her normal.

Finally, it’s Christmas morning and Natasha is draped over the couch like a cat, one leg tucked under her, watching as you and Yelena clean up the mess from last night. She’s quiet, sipping a mug of tea, but you’ve learned by now that quiet Natasha doesn’t exactly mean unhappy Natasha. In fact, she looks content—eyes crinkling every time Yelena grumbles about your “lack of enthusiasm” in picking up all the decorative pillows.

What really steals the show, though, is the mountain of presents you’ve brought. You didn’t mean for it to get out of hand, but once you started, it was impossible to stop. You’d see something and think, Yelena would love this, or Natasha would smile at that, and next thing you knew, you were hauling six bags into their apartment like some sort of festive mule. When the gift exchange begins, Yelena dives into her pile like a kid on sugar overload. Her laughter is infectious as she opens each one: a set of retro pins for her jacket, a waffle maker, a framed picture of you and her after a mission (that one earns a rare hug). She’s glowing, grinning so wide it’s almost blinding. Natasha just sits there, watching her sister, her fingers loosely holding the edge of the blanket draped over her lap.

You notice she hasn’t opened her gifts yet—not even the ones with her name written in your careful handwriting. You nudge her gently, teasing, “what’s the matter, Romanoff? Afraid you’ll cry if I outdid you?” She gives you a half-smile, the kind that makes your chest ache a little because it’s soft in a way she rarely lets herself be. “Just... enjoying the show” She says, her gaze flicking back to Yelena, who is now holding up a pair of horrible light-up slippers you found at a charity shop.

When Natasha finally opens her gifts, it’s much slower, deliberate. You’re nervous, even though you know she’ll never let you see it if she doesn’t like something. But the small things you picked—a leather journal, a new cream scarf, a rare first edition of a spy novel she once mentioned—earn a quiet “thank you,” each one accompanied by that little smile. It’s the last gift, though, that gets you. It’s a snow globe. Inside, there’s a tiny replica of a mountain standing tall in the heart of Russia, the one Natasha had mentioned missing when she told you about her childhood. The one she only saw once and yet managed to comfort her throughout her life. Her fingers tighten around it, and for a moment, her expression shifts—just enough for you to catch it. Sadness, maybe, or longing.

She doesn’t say much after that. But when you look at her later, as Yelena’s dancing around in her ridiculous slippers and yelling about how she’s making everyone waffles tomorrow morning, Natasha’s looking at you like maybe you’re the best gift she’s ever gotten. And maybe she wouldn’t mind Christmas each year if you were around.

Later that night, you find her in the kitchen with a mug of hot chocolate she swore she didn’t want. The two of you stand there in the soft glow of the tree lights, listening to Yelena snore on the couch. “I don’t really get Christmas.” She admits softly, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the fake fireplace video Yelena left running on the TV. “But… I think this year was nice.” And when she looks at you, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips, you know she means it.

Without thinking, you step closer, reaching out to brush a stray curl from her face. “It’s more than nice. I’m so happy.”

And that’s when you hear it—a distant jingle. You glance up, realising Natasha’s holding a tiny branch of mistletoe above your heads, her expression smug but her cheeks just the faintest flush of pink. “Well, would you look at that…” You murmur, before giggling at her antics. She leans in slowly, her breath warm against your skin. The kiss starts soft, hesitant, like she’s testing the waters. But when you cradle her face in your hands, she melts into it, kissing you deeper, with a tenderness that leaves you breathless.

And when you finally pull back, her forehead resting against yours, she exhales a quiet laugh. “Okay,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, “maybe Christmas isn’t that bad.”

From the living room, Yelena’s snore breaks the silence—loud and obnoxious. Natasha groans, but you can see the affection in her expression when she shakes her head. “Don’t tell her I said that.” She adds, smirking. And just like that, the moment is gone, replaced by the familiar warmth of Natasha’s dry humor.

But later, when you catch her adding an extra blanket over Yelena on the couch, you realise that maybe, Natasha likes Christmas more than she’d like to admit. And maybe this Christmas might bring more than just holiday cheer.

[choochooboss]

I... don't know how I managed to post two of my drafts by accident lmao

I'M GLAD YOU ENJOY THEM AHAHAH!

ANYWAYS! I had another thing in mind for today but this shall do for now because

Today is my 2nd anniversary on Tumbrl! Yippie!!🎉🎉

I am still not a very natural Tumbrl citizen and I have a massive project sitting here: reblogging and tagging all your awesome submas works I've enjoyed!! I even have a separate account for reblogging too but you know the bad habit of scrolling too fast? I want to change that and give more love for your hard work and cool ideas!!

OH ALSO!! I READ EVERY SINGLE TAG!! I LOVE THEM AND I RETURN TO READ THEM AGAIN AND AGAIN (even though I still prefer comments more so I can actually REPLY to them, I want to talk art/submas with you guys aaaaa-) I hope I can drop some creative tags back at you later!!

Back to the first topic, I was actually planning to share some of my submas headcanons today! But I realised I got plenty to talk about so I plan to split them into a couple of topics, such as:

- The twin's personalities

- The job of a Subway Boss

- Submas team's personalities

- Submas daily life/outside work

- Submas history & friends

I'll set up a poll in a bit so you can help me decide where I should start!

I got a nice haul of art and WIPs waiting in my drafts and drive/Procreate folders I want to get to share with you soon!! Very glad you've enjoyed your stay at my station and I hope to keep bringing you thrills and joy for a good long while!! All aboard!!

[writingduhh]

Chuckle Sandwich || Shopping With Him (HC)

I had this idea while talking to my absolute bestie babe @lvrj4mie 😩 ILYSM

Im also taking requests or just any suggestions or ideas!! Thanks for reading!

❥ Jschlatt:

▷ Would rather die than go shopping… He only goes because he loves you.

▷ Holds all your bags and items you pick.

▷ Definitely will pull some skimpy or revealing clothing off the clothing rack, suggesting you try it on for him.

▷ Trying to encourage him to get outside his comfort zone (Only wearing shorts and sweatshirts 😭)

▷ After some time passes he actually begins to enjoy himself. Well, he enjoys spending quality time with you.

▷ I can see him sharing random yet entertaining stories with you as you walk around from store to store.

▷ He absolutely insists on treating you to at least one thing. Whether it’s a new pair of pants, some new shoes, or even just a pretzel from the cafeteria.

▷ Having to stop his impulse buying of stupid or useless things.

“Y/n look!” Schlatts voice calls, catching the attention of a passersby or two.

“Shh. What is it?” You playfully hush, walking over to where he stood, investigating the shelves.

Suddenly he pulled out the most ridiculous looking monkey replica (the golden ball monkey lmao

“What is THAT?!”

“It’s a beautiful golden balled monkey.” He grins, happily showing off his find.

Together you both shared a laugh. Assuming he’d put the item down you began to walk over to the next shop. To your surprise he didn’t follow you. Turning around you saw him motioning towards the register as he stood in kind.

“Jay, what are you doing? That’s expensive for such a silly thing.”

“Don’t worry y/n, we’re rich!” He jokingly responds (he would say this)

“Schlatt, are you seriously going to buy it? What are you going to do with it?”

“I’ll take him everywhere with me! I’ll tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight.” He excitedly explains.

You can’t help but smile as you let out a small sigh.

“If you really want it, go for it.”

▷ He definitely makes sure you stop at the cafeteria for some lunch or just to taste test some snacks.

❥ Ted:

▷ Such a gentleman. He holds all the doors open for you, holds your bags, offers to pay (even though you politely refuse)

▷ He’s Low-key quite fashionable. He’d be helping you pick out trendy clothes and even help you put together cute outfits

▷ Always suggesting things for you to try on. He loves to see you happy and confident in the new clothes.

▷ Enjoys trying things on himself as well. He’d definitely throw in a crazy outfit just to get your reaction.

▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to use the Photo Booth or at least get some cute and funny pictures with the two of you

▷ I can honestly see him being the type who enjoys people watching.

▷ You sit in the cafeteria together sharing some food as you watch people walk past, making up little stories about their lives.

“Ok ok, what about him?” Ted questions, motioning towards the passerby.

“Uh, I think he is currently in a big fight with his partner. He’s definitely trying to find them a gift or something… I’m not very good at the game. You go. ” You reply.

“I thought it was a great story. Hmm ok that dude right there. He’s actually undercover right now. He’s an fbi agent called… 770. There is a huge heist going on right now in the store below us.” He seriously remarks.

“Why are you so good at this game.” You playfully sigh.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it eventually.” He chuckles, placing a kiss in the back of your hand.

▷ Makes you do a try on haul the second you get home, mixing and matching every possible outfit

[xamaxenta]

ASL all being raised on violence so they genuinely don’t understand softer touch, genuine kindness at first

Like these three feral jungle kids bit kicked scratched each other full on brawled one another because it was the only way they knew how to show affection

(Garp’s fist of love is not exactly a great point of reference for any of them, Dadan was also likewise heavy handed but lets be real these brats kicked her ass more than she kicked theirs lmao)

Luffy clicks with Zoro because Zoro’s just built like that, he’s built walls and his dreams to become the worlds greatest swordsman and nothings gonna stop him, So when Luffy decks him, hauls ass flings him about, its how Luffy shows affection, rocketing at top speed towards Zoro whilst yelling his name because he knows Zoro can take it, the same doesnt really go down well with Nami or Usopp, theyre not built the same way— bruises and bumps and scratches, Nami whacks him over the head all the time for stupid stuff she says and Luffy finds thats familiar, to which Usopp is like my guy my dude thats actually pretty effed up holy hell

Usopp and Sanji being the first of the crew to show Luffy that affection doesnt have to be violent (like usopp sharing a cool beetle he found, Sanji ruffling his hair because hes mad hes gotta wait until dinner for more food)

Ace fights a lot because it’s all he knows how to do right, hes good at it, he wins alot mostly but loses just as many times because he overestimates himself, maybe after fighting Whitebeard 100 times he doesnt let up and Whitebeard catches on immediately after Ace has taken his ink like son, just because i can kick your ass doesnt mean you have to go looking for it. Ace confused is like huh? But isnt this like a bonding activity and WB concerned asks Ace what his childhood was like and Ace shrugs uh. Absent everyone? Like everyone, kinda acted out a ton for attention and stuff, the WBP appalled at Ace’s viewpoint on violence versus affection look to multiple ways in which they can smother their newest brother with actual kind affection, naturally it starts with Marco approaching him with food and no other motive than to be kind — Ace used to fighting tooth and nail to eat looks so suspicious its almost heartbreaking

Sabo who’s never known a kind word from his blood parents and only begruding respect and tolerance from Dadan — hes perceptive, the fact this bandit lady with the crazy intense face is allowing him to freeload with Ace n Luffy tells him a ton about her, she’s coarse and rude and everything Sabo’s parents hate so naturally Sabo loves her, (its a shame we never got more Dadan and Sabo :(((((() gravitates towards Ace because he’s everythinf his parents hate too, wild uncouth loudmouthed and violent and they get along, they beat each other up bc its how they tell each other theyre strong ive got your back

And then he loses his memories and maybe thats a good thing because Sabo learns kindness with the revolutionaries, he feels seen and heard and respected (Big Applause to Dragon and Iva for listening to kid Sabo beg and plead not to go back to his old life and went okay hes ours now chadmindset love to see it) he learns that violence and affection are a double sided coin, that he can use his skills to fight and protect those that cant do it for themselves

ASL are a rowdy set of rabble rousin kiddos but its really nice to see how they develop as they got older bc of the people they encountered who help them understand theyre not alone as they think they are

[scribbly-artist]

Masterlist

Hello! Here is a little masterlist as I was starting to lose track of what I have written. You can also use the #my writing/#my fanfic tag (and #lunchtime reblog if you want to see what I’m eating, lmao) to find everything I’ve written on this account. :) Every fic is listed with its word count as well as an AO3 link for your reading preferences.

FANFICTION LIST

Arcane

Calling it a Night Part 1 (lee!Viktor x ler!Reader) You and Viktor have been working late at the lab. But you’re concerned for his health after all these late nighters. You’ll pull him away from his work desk by any means necessary.

Calling it a Night Part 2 (lee!Reader x ler!Viktor) You’ve dragged Viktor back to your shared apartment after a long night at the lab. It’s time to unwind with some nice, warm tea on the couch. But, Viktor swore he would get you back from your exchange at the lab. So, he’s feeling a little bit playful.

Too Hard on Yourself (Platonic lee!Reader and ler!Jayce Talis) You’re working on an assigned project at Piltover Academy, and while most of the time you pick up new things quickly, this time, you haven’t. You’re frustrated with yourself, crying at your workbench. However, you old friend Jayce Talis is here to make you feel better.

Persuasion (JayVik, lee!Viktor, ler!Jayce) It’s always a battle to drag each other away from the lab, even when they were both on the brink of exhaustion. Viktor was being stubborn this time, however, Jayce has a trick up his sleeve that will persuade him.

Gently, Please (JayVik, lee!Jayce, ler!Viktor) Jayce is at a breaking point now that he’s on the council, he wasn’t expecting all of this responsibility put onto him. He goes to the place (and the person) that puts him most at ease.

Lesson Learned (lee!Reader, ler!Silco, ler!Vander) You’ve known Silco and Vander for a long time, you all go way back. They also know you’re a little shit - on purpose. Trouble makes it way back to you.

A Night to Remember (JayVik, lee!Viktor, ler!Jayce) Jayce finally convinced Viktor to attend a councillor party, and to ease himself, Viktor had one too many fun drinks. Jayce hauled his partner back home safely and shenanigans ensued as Jayce tries to get Viktor ready for bed.

Paint War (Timebomb, lee!Jinx, ler!Ekko) After talking Jinx down so they both didn’t get blown up, Ekko assists Jinx in getting everything ready to help in the big fight. They can’t crash the party looking all cool without some sick paint designs on their outfits though!

Scare the Nightmares Away (lee!Isha, ler!Jinx) Isha has woken up from a scary nightmare and runs to Jinx for comfort. To help Isha calm down, Jinx remembers a story and a tactic Vi used to use when she was Isha’s age.

Golden Opportunity (JayVik, lee!Jayce, ler!Viktor) Jayce and Viktor are building a new Hextech machine. Unfortunately for Jayce, his shirt gets snagged when he attempts to slide out from underneath it. Viktor sees an opportunity to be a menace.

Someone To Take Care Of (lee!Reader, ler!Jayce) You’ve had awful back pain all day at work, and nothing you tried could remedy it. You’ve come home late on top of it. You’ve come home to your partner, Jayce, who wants to help melt your pain away.

Helluva Boss

Making Things Right (Stolitz, lee!Stolas x ler!Blitz) Two weeks after the trial, Stolas is still in Blitz’ home, wasting away. Blitz feels shitty and undeserving for what Stolas sacrificed for him. The least he could do is try to make Stolas feel a little bit better.

Crush Crush/Blush Blush/Hush Hush (Sad Panda Studios)

In Love with All of You (lee!Reader x ler!Eli Kawase) Eli Kawase has opened up to you and told you that he’s a different Eli everyday. You’re fine with that, but are you fine with the way that you present yourself? The thoughts rear their head on your third date, you get a little bit upset, but Eli is there to help.

Early to Rise (lee!Reader x ler!Haru) Haru is usually the one to cook Sunday breakfast for both of you, but on this morning he was still sound asleep in bed. Halfway through cooking however, Haru sneaks up from behind to admire your work. He also wants to mess with you just a little bit.

Persona Series

Dorm Antics (Persona 3, lee!Junpei and ler!Yukari) When Yukari comes back to the dorm, she notices the shopping bag she dropped off earlier near the front door missing. Junpei was the only one here, so he must have hidden it just to mess with her. Yukari will find out where he hid it, even if she has to force an answer out of him.

Steins;Gate

Noisy Times in the Lab (lee!Makise Kurisu and ler!Okabe Rintaro feat. Shiina Mayuri) Mayuri has made a scientific discovery about Kurisu that piques the interest of the resident mad scientist.

The Amazing Digital Circus

Are You Smiling? (lee!Pomni, ler!Jax) Jax doesn’t want to talk about what happened at his employee evaluation… but at least he can make sure Pomni doesn’t suffer the same fate. Kind of.

Original Characters/OCs

So You Can Laugh Nathan and Kathleen have been together for quite a while now, but Nathan has never seen Kathleen let loose and laugh, let alone smile often. He wants to see his love smile, so he wants to achieve this in any way he can.

Lazy Sunday Kathleen giving Nathan a nice scalp massage on the couch leads her to finding something adorable about her boyfriend.

HEADCANON LIST

Arcane

Jayvik Tickle Headcanons

Vander and Silco Tickle Headcanons

A Few Arcane Tickle Headcanons (mixed characters)

Jinx Tickle Headcanons

Sevika Tickle Headcanons

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood)

Edward Elric Tickle Headcanons

Persona 5

Yusuke Kitagawa Tickle Headcanons

[lululawrence]

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation 2024

I was tagged for a few different versions of these, so I'm going to basically merge them together into this one. Hope no one minds lol So thank you for tagging me @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed and @haztobegood!! I love you both very much a lot.

*All answers should be about fics posted in 2023

Number of works posted to AO3: 14! I got over 200 fics on AO3 y'all!

Word count posted for the year: 169,170

Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction (Band) Actor RPF (for Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, and Diego Luna) BBC R1 RPF (for Jordan North mostly but kinda also Greg James and Nick Grimshaw)

Pairings: omg uhhhhh... so let's just list these as well because I don't even know lmao apparently i wrote six different pairings lolll Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (8) Jordan North/Louis Tomlinson (1) Oscar Isaac/Pedro Pascal/Louis Tomlinson (1) Diego Luna/Louis Tomlinson (2) Oscar Isaac/Louis Tomilnson (1) Pedro Pascal/Louis Tomlinson (1)

Story with the most... Kudos: You Just Be Yourself Bookmarks: You Just Be Yourself Comments: You Should Be Here With Me

Work I'm most proud of (and why): oof uh... I'm actually really proud of myself for a lot of the fics I posted this year because I stretched myself in ways I never expected to with most everything I wrote this year. I think I probably have to say I'm most proud of the fic I wrote for @onedirectionbigbang though. I'm Praying (that you don't burn out or fade away) had been an idea rolling around in my head for ages, and going into writing it, I only had the most vague idea of how the fic would come together and evolve. Because of that, writing it was much slower than it usually would have been, but even as I wrote some things I had no idea how it would come into fruition at the end. How would it all come together? It somehow did, though, and I'm just incredibly proud of the emotion and the journey the characters took in it. Also, did you SEE the incredible art @moon-sun-thyme created for the fic?? I mean GORGEOUS. It's never going to be my most popular fic, but I'm gonna be proud of it for a long time, I think. more below the cut...

OKAY FOR REAL HOW DO YOU PUT A CUT IN AND NOT HAVE THE QUESTIONS START BACK AT ONE???

Work I'm least proud of (and why): I had to go back and look at the fics I wrote this year again, and usually I feel like I cop out on this question, but this year I would probably have to say Harry's Halloween Husband Haul lololol I feel like I'm gonna get haters for that answer, but I just spent next to no time on that one, and it was silly and cute, but most of the words weren't even mine since I took most of the dialogue from the video it was based on and I just changed it so it suited my characters, basically. It's silly and cute and Halloweeny, but not the work I'm most proud of lol

Share or describe a favorite review you received: Legit every single one. No, you guys, I don't think you understand lol I am someone who currently is taking a LOT of joy in writing rare pairs, and not just rare pairs but like SUPER DUPER RARE PAIRS like I can count on one hand the number of fics these pairings have posted for them on AO3, and in some cases I am the ONLY one who has posted for the pairing. So the fact there are people out there who see that I've posted some fic out of nowhere about Diego Luna and Louis Tomlinson helping usher ducks across the street in some tiny town in England and think, yeah... that's something I wanna read! and then COMMENT ON IT??? like. That's fucking GOLD, you know? It just makes me appreciate every comment I get a lot more because I'm posting fics that are NOT guaranteed to get comments at all hahaha so yeah. All of you.

A time when writing was really, really hard: This year has been hard in a lot of ways, but usually even when I'm tired I still at least have energy to write. That wasn't really the case this year. There were so many times I didn't even had energy to write. It was a new kind of low I've not been familiar with, after years and years of writing being what got me THROUGH the hard times, and I didn't really know what to do with myself when I was so tired I couldn't even bring myself to put words to the page. The times when I was able to and the words came quickly and easily were joyous, but that wasn't often the case this year. So... I'd say there pockets throughout that made it impossible to write, actually.

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: lmaoooo all the scenes with Pedro Pascal. hahahaha Pedro seems like the kind of guy who is just.. an absolute peach, to be honest, but also just TOTAL chaos wrapped up in an almost 50 year old man haha and his characters in my fics I think embodied that pretty well and it was always surprising to see where that took us haha

A favorite excerpt of your writing: Every year I RUE this question being asked. I am lucky I remember the general idea of the fics I wrote this year, there is not a single scene that stands out to me ever and I'm not gonna find one and slap it down this year. I just don't have the energy for that right now lol sorry not sorry

How did you grow as a writer this year: Did I grow as a writer this year? No fucking clue. I guess I grew... to have even FEWER fucks about what people think about the fics I post this year. So that's growth? I guess? hahaha

How do you hope to grow next year: I genuinely have NO idea.

Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): I... good question. There's always so many people, but this year there's three that stand out for me. @moon-sun-thyme because she basically defined the first half of the year writing wise through our collaboration for the big bang and then just continuing to share things with her as I wrote. @londonfoginacup because I always aspire to have more of her energy in my writing. and @seekforwarmth because I do not speak Spanish. Like at all. My minor was in German and I barely remember that anymore. So writing a LOT of latino/Louis pairings required a LOT of help, and she was SO excited about all of it! So thorough and helpful and just... absolutely lovely. so yeah, I'd have to say those three this year.

Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: lmaooo always. ALWAYS. maybe not in every fic, but most of them have at least a hint of it. yeah.

Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: I wish I had new insight for things, but mostly I just feel like a disaster trying to make it through the day, so sorry! Just keep writing for you, I think lol

Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: YES! I'm writing a longer Diego Luna/Louis Tomlinson fic for the big bang this year and my collaboration is with @lemelous who ALSO loves Diego and Louis like meeeee so I'm super excited to get to jump into that project and collaborate with them! It's going to be so much fun creating the world I accidentally dreamt up one random September day hahaha

Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: I wanna read everyone's answers! but I also have no idea who has done this already...so I'll tag @londonfoginacup @tommokat and @becomeawendybird because why not! haha but if you see this and wanna do it, then say I tagged you pls haha

Past Years: 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 and 2020 | 2022(ish) | 2023

[pianocat939]

Ok this isn't my usual content, but like hear me out. And no, this isn't like anything character related-

Just think of it...as like a scenario to fill in ig Girlie I don't fucking know, I'm just spewing words

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, mentions of violence

Ok so imagine.

There's like this drive. We'll call it Chestnut drive.

Just a typical neighbourhood street.

And on the last house, there's a married couple.

The husband, is like some super scary, really cold guy. He hates the world except for maybe his own wife. And he's a monster too- *ahem he was a thug back in his school days* But he is a handsome fucker.

And then you got the wife. Who's really nice, and never has any problems. Honestly, she's the one usually having to hide her husband's crimes.

Enter MC, who's a single person, getting the first ever house. Which ended up being right next to theirs. Everybody else doesn't go near their house, because of the husband. And yet, MC is totally clueless and ends up watching their feral dog in their yard.

The wife notices first, and strikes up conversation. She's eager to have someone new to talk to. She bakes desserts sometimes, and constantly tries to offer them to MC.

Guess who she gushes all about MC to? That's right- her husband. At first he's like creeped out and even a little jealous. But after watching you through your living room window a few nights a week, he’s realized why she’s so intrigued.

He finds MC so cute, all alone in their house. With no one but themselves really. Maybe the occasional friend over. In a way, he starts to grow protective of them, just like how he is with his wife.

Meanwhile, the wife is just obsessed to have someone to talk to who isn’t terrified of her husband. She’s constantly giving affection she tries to pass it off as platonic when honestly it’s borderline romantic

Their conversations at dinner went from a bit mundane to just simply rambling about you. Wondering which bedroom you should take, or if they should expand theirs completely.

Soon they invite you over to their house often. Just for the occasional meal or tea. Even showcasing their feral dog. (Tiny dog may I add)

MC doesn’t notice, but soon the couple’s house has little things that they like. If they like art? A few paint tubes or high-end coloured are thrown around the house. If they like music? Wow- they suddenly got a Steinway grand piano for them to play around with.

The husband is constantly checking if MC’s ok. Making sure they dress properly for the weather before they go back to their house. In any extreme weather conditions (blizzard, hurricane, rain- a shit ton of rain) he’ll just show up to their house with groceries.

The wife seems to love giving little cheek kisses and hugs. Always finding ways to present her cooking. She likes buying the occasional clothing item for them. Just something she thought would look quite fitting on them.

It’s all too late at some point, because the husband will haul them over his shoulder if they try to run away. He’ll carry them to their now big bedroom, enough for 3 people to share.

He’ll beat up anyone that tries looking for them. He doesn’t have those muscles for nothing.

The wife is just so happy to have MC in their bedroom. Giving snuggles and lots of coos of affection.

And with a kiss goodnight from both of them, MC finds themselves sandwiched between the two. Unable to move from the husband’s arms, or push off the wife who’s laying on top of them.

MC should just consider themselves as newly-wedded to this strange but surprisingly…functional couple.

(HELP- I JUST FELL DOWN A PIT OF SELF-INDULGENCE)

(I have so many ideas for this bullshit but I also have never written anything non-fandom related on this blog before…Other than my shitposts)

(Assuming I’ll probably make more, I’ll put the tag ‘Husband Wife Trio’ lmao)

- Celina

[iamthecomet]

-flops down in your inbox and rolls around-

Happy the day after Christmas (not to date this ask lmao), I come bearing the gift of "and there was only one bed" style Dew/your ghoul of choice shenanigans.

So, set-up: Dew and -insert ghoul here- had to go away on some ministry business, maybe they went with a whole group of people or it's just the two of them alone, but either way they wind up having to stay a couple days longer due to the weather being shit back home, making it kind of risky to head back now as they'd be driving into a storm or something.

Anyway, they wind up having to move hotels since the one they're at is booked solid past their original check out date, and they wind up at a smaller hotel -paid for on the ministry's dime, because neither of them feel like they should have to given the circumstances- which leads to the whole, "and there was only one bed" scenario.

Originally, they both had separate rooms, it was a small enough group that the ministry was like, "Yeah, sure, have as much space as you need." but now they've only got one room, and, man, is it weird sharing a confined space with someone else, especially if the two are maybe not on great terms at the moment.

Maybe they fought or they're just not sure about each other yet so it's uncomfortable, but either way one of them is constructing a pillow barrier in the bed on day one... which eventually turns into them spooning on day three or four depending on how long you wanna drag it out for.

Added bonus: Since they're technically not working or on call for anything, they have time to do some shopping/touristy things they didn't get to chance to do on the initial trip, and keep getting asked if they're a couple, because they're carrying each others bags, giving opinions on outfits along the lines of, "Yeah, but it covers up your ass. You have a nice ass, you should flaunt it more." and, "Oh, shut it, you look lovely. Blue is a good color on you!"

Also sharing their food, holdings hands -"SO WE DON'T LOSE EACH OTHER IN THE CROWD!"- and watching other people on dates and going, "Aw, I wanna do that..."

Something, something, Dew doing cheesy romantic gestures to feed into the "joke" that they're on a date, getting the same cheesy romantic gestures in return as a "joke" and both of them catching feelings and nervously realizing that maybe they... they like that kind of stuff when it's that person doing it.

Anywho.

-flips onto my front and sleeps-

*tip-toeing around, trying not to wake you* You're giving me Aeon/Dew thoughts. Dew not so sure about the new quint ghoul. Being stuck with him on this trip to begin with has been frustrating and difficult. Trying to navigate his feelings about there being a new quint at all AND trying to make sure Aeon doesn't do anything stupid since he's still adjusting to life topside. (His glamor only slips once though, Dew has to give him that). And I think Aeon's inexperience is what leads Dew to be like "ok fine let's go do some stuff". Might as well take advantage of their time. But also show the new ghoul a thing or two. Let him buy himself some stuff he actually likes. But also, Dew is glued to him. He's not losing the new ghoul. He's not having that over his head. So they are attached at the hip. Whispering to each other and sitting close together at restuarant tables. Always touching. Less and less pillows in the barrier every night. You could even throw my favorite part of the "one bed" trope in there. Aeon shivering on his side of the bed. Curled up tight, but so cold he's shaking the bed and keeping Dew up. So, Dew just grabs him. Curls an arm around his waist and hauls him backwards, his back to Dew's unnaturally warm chest. Dew ramping up his heat little just to make sure the other ghoul stays warm.

He tells himself it's just because he can't have Aeon freezing to death on his watch--he doesn't want to get sent back to the pit. But really, it's just nice to have someone to hold.

[slashthrashandcrash]

Okay, I had to go see what JedMEg was for myself and now I'm hooked. Can you talk more about them? Like does Meg ever find out the truth and how she reacts, for example?

I had to go digging for the last ask (here) about them just to remember where I left off in my insane ramblings lmao

So my original idea for this AU was that there is no fog, meaning once the Jed Olsen cover is purposely blown as per the lore, then it's totally game over, there's no Entity to whisk Danny away from the fall out. But that's part of the problem, isn't it? He's gone and gotten himself a little too attached to what was supposed to be a fake girlfriend, a girlfriend who's in love with a man that doesn't exist rather than the actor playing him.

Normally when he would snag himself a partner to accompany whatever persona he was putting on, Danny would kill them just before he skipped down. That satisfying moment of betrayal in their eyes, the soul crushing realization that everything was a facade, a convenience, that he never even liked them enough to give them a quick death no matter how many sweet "I love you"s he told them prior. As well as just another "fuck you" to the cops and community for how close under their noses he had been all along.

But he can't do that with Meg. He has no idea why, it was never this difficult before, but he's also never felt this way about any partner in general either. Fucking hell, he's really gone and gotten a crush on a pretty little redhead, huh? It doesn't matter, Jed Olsen was never someone who was meant to be around long term, and it's about high time he moves on since eyes are starting to shift towards him a bit. As much as it weirdly twists his heart to abandon Meg and leave her behind with the awful truth of who he really is to come out to the public afterwards, he knows it's for the best. Well...best for himself, anyways. And maybe for her, too, so that she's not entirely caught up in the shitstorm (of course, being the very public girlfriend of the now most wanted suspect in an ongoing murder case isn't going to be an easy ride...)

And Meg is beyond horrified to say the least. She still can't comprehend the entirety of the betrayal, that not only would her boyfriend leave her without a word, but that he would leave her because he was the very same murderer who had been harassing her for weeks! The one he was closely reporting on, the one whose ass Meg would try to kick every time he broke into her home, the one who used to threaten her "boyfriend" when they were in fact the same person. Everything she ever knew about him was a lie while she unfairly shared her whole heart to him. Not only that, but it's near impossible for her to try and imagine sweet, dorky, shy Jed being anything remotely close to a coldhearted killer. He couldn't even open a sauce jar half the time!! And you're telling her he can easily overpower multiple victims and haul their bodies around for sick poses???

Now Jed (?) is still out there, still on the loose, and Meg has no idea what to do. Reporters are hounding her for a statement. Police want to wring her dry for any clues or information that might help. People stare and spread rumors about just how "involved" she might have been from the start. And what if he decides to come back in the end, to tie up the loose end he left behind for whatever reason, is she even safe here anymore? Well, not for long, because that stupid ache in Danny's chest still hasn't subsided...it almost feels like it's gotten worse. It's not remorse or guilt, it's longing. He wants his bunny back, he liked how she felt sleeping in his bed and holding his hand and smiling so perfectly for a candid shot when she wasn't looking.

The dirty laundry has already been aired. They could start fresh, in theory. Whether she wanted to or not.

Although again, this was only the original idea I had when I first started making brainrot. There are so so so many new paths I've ended up concocting for them...if Meg found out Jed was a killer right before he left by catching him in the act or fitting in too many pieces herself...if Meg refused to believe Jed was the killer and was instead framed by Ghostface who she now has to hunt down for answers about Jed's real whereabouts...if they got taken into the fog shortly after that anyways per canon with Meg either not knowing or not believing that Jed is Danny/Ghostface while he keeps up the ruse to avoid her truly hating him (plus the outcome for when Meg does find out the truth while they're stuck in this hellhole)...if they were taken into the fog while he was still Jed and then him having to painfully confess why he was put into the killer camp and having to live with the heartbreak he's trapped her with...

[lunarwolly]

Hey all! Wanted to share that I attended Anime Expo Chibi! My sis @atomi-cat invited me and I wanted to show off my haul 💜 Gonna attend day 2 tomorrow gjfjgj

I got to FINALLY meet Ray Chase!!! He voices Almond Cookie and he was SUCH a darling! It was wonderful getting an autograph from him gnfncnc

Got to meet Cristina Vee too! Been a fan since her first Bad Apple cover so yeah lmao. Atomi also made both of those prints! Them and Keith Silverstein (also known as Robert Speedwagon in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) were a delight UvU

Moar buns for my collection >83 There was a Bellzi stand and they JUST released a lop bunny plush! And get this, it's name is BUNNI! Had to get it how could I not fhfkdkdkf. And the other one is a goth bunny plushie that you can "adopt". Their name is Zero and I love them. When I went up to the person running the stand she said "They've been waiting a long time for you!" So that was nice 💜

And of course merch stuff, whenever I saw my hubby Lucifer I snatched him up the SECOND I saw him. Managed to get the very last Lucifer duck LOL

Im so glad I saved up for this! Its been so long since I've been to a con 💜💜💜

[sodapopseagull]

Played more honor mode again last night and have added two more downs and one death to the count for a total of 5 and 2! It's been chaos and I did cry a little because I am overly attached to the pixel people and I think my friend might be rabid?? It would explain some things...

Lae'zel is no more. We sided with the tieflings that captured her. It was sad 😔

Astarion, when faced with the choice between the HUGE SCARY DRAGONBORN and my dumb idiot 8 STR human tav, chose to try and bite my friend. I tried to save him, to remind her of his purpose as Boooal's sacrifice to buy him just a bit more time, but she would not hear me 😭😭😭

Karlach is now on the chopping block in his stead. She dances so innocently at camp...

I pleaded for Wyll's life because, entirely on his own at the fight in front of the Grove, he used his scroll to resurrect my friend!!! A life for a life!!! And it was all well and good, but alas, he showed up at our camp after we recruited Karlach and he fell because my friend doesn't want anyone at camp FOR SOME REASON. I tried to convince her that Wyll deserves to make it to the end of the game for his selfless act, but alas... she would not hear me. I did actually shed a tear or two LMAO. It was very late and I love Wyll, he didn't deserve that.

Gale's fate is on thin ice, but as of right now he is tentatively safe. He had two snacks yesterday. Never have I been so fearful as when my friend kept asking "what did you feed him?" over and over again while channeling a Divine Smite right over his head...

This woman has not ONCE cared about The Watcher's Guide in our hundreds of hours of playing together, but apparently I shouldn't have let Gale eat it LMAO

I had done some negotiating to keep him around earlier in the day. Made a sacrifice I have never made before, but it has appeased her...

I will say that all of this is all done in good fun. My friend knows how attached I am to Gale and the rest of the companions (and she loves them too, make no mistake) and we manufacture a great deal of drama around it LMAO. And in her defense!!! she has lost hours of her life to me romancing this man in our countless co-ops and my BG3/Gale fixation pulled me away from our shared 3D/VR hobby... Like, is it hilarious that she has beef with a fictional wizard from a game she bought me? Yes. Does she also have a point?

Perhaps.

I don't want to give the impression that she's a bad friend or co-op partner- I love this person with my whole heart and we know where our lines are even in something silly and fictional like a video game! And I want to clarify that because she will probably insist on more unhinged nonsense as we keep going, and I like yapping about our playthroughs LOL

We're having so much fun on this run and, as of right now, are kinda cruising through the early combats! We're taking advantage of a lot of mechanics we've never really bothered with like dipping weapons, using Shovel to surprise enemies, actually using our scrolls, and properly teaming up to loot everything. The level 4 power spike is going to be so good for us, and at level 5 I will have Font of Inspiration and my friend will be ready to reclass to her Open Hand Monk hehehe

Last night she suggested that we relive the early days of our ownership of this game and do a marathon session today. I hope she was being serious, but if that's the case, I gotta haul ass on some fic edits before she wakes up LOL

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I've never been more grateful to find a blog than I have been with yours, your writing is gr8 and I SO appreciate that you write smut/dark themes but don't touch incest stuff, it's such a relief, bless you 🙏🏽

THAT SAID, I would love to make a request if I can!! I've been thinking really hard about soft yandere Cove Holden lately and would die for some smut about him breaking into GN/male MC's house while they're in the shower <3 Ideally the two would be in a long term relationship already and he simply has a habit of doing this to them and they're okay with it lmao 😌

Thank you in advance even if you choose not to do this one, just for being around and for sharing your fics with us!! —🦋

Nothing with wrong with people who are into it! I write graphic violence and noncon, so I will not be throwing stones from my glass house haha hope you like this! :)

Good Ol' Fashioned B & E (AO3)

Cove just so happens to find your window open, while you just so happen to be in the shower. He decides he's unable and unwilling to hold himself back from reminding you who you belong to.

(Cove Holden x m!reader, explicit, 3,600 words, soft yandere themes)

Cove parked his car in front of your house, sighing and ruffling his hair. Since the sun stayed out longer in the summer, he found himself giving surfing lessons late into the evening. By the time he packed up his things, it was well into the night.

Rolling his shoulders, he slipped out of his car, locking it and tossing his keys into his messy and overflowing work bag. However, once he made it up to your door, he realized he needed them to get in. Tossing his head back and groaning, he tugged his bag towards the front of his body before shaking his head.

Walking around to the side of your place, he swung himself up onto the eaves and atop the first floor roof. Wiggling one of the windows up in your hallway, he smirked as it opened easily, unlocked. Hauling himself in, he looked around, the lights off all around him.

Walking softly towards your bedroom, he kicked his shoes off before he heard soft music. Humming to himself, he pushed your door open, greeting your pet before looking towards the master bath. Licking his lips, he felt his face flush hotly. Padding over to the door, he cracked it open, groaning quietly as he heard the shower running and saw the curtain closed.

Letting out a tense breath, he closed his eyes as he saw your boxers on the tiled floor. Palming himself gently through his loose jeans, he stood there, listening as you hummed along, picturing your perfectly imperfect body in the shower.

Biting his lip, he quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, tugging his boxer briefs down as well. Tugging his hair free of his ponytail, he silently made his way to the shower, peeking in slowly. Slipping past the curtain, he faced your bare back, smirking.

Not wanting to wait a moment longer, his arms quickly wound around your waist, biting your shoulder as you screamed. In your panic, you grabbed at his hands, wiggling in his grasp, moaning as his teeth sunk deeper into your soft skin.

“C-Cove?” Your voice was breathless, chest heaving as the shock left you just as quick.

Cove leaned forward, catching your ear between his teeth, his voice low, “You shouldn’t leave your windows unlocked, someone could easily break in… Someone with less than pure intentions.” Kissing you softly over your ear, he loosened one arm to rub it across your chest, kissing your shoulders and nibbling around where he had bit you.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning back into him as you felt him start to get hard against your lower back. “Yeah, I know. I’m trying to invite this one- ah!” Shuddering as he bit you again, you rubbed yourself against him. “This one really cute guy. Y-You’ve might’ve seen him around here before.” Sighing contentedly, you let him nudge your head to the other side, covering you in marks equally there as well. “He’s tall and fit… And he has the most handsome ocean eyes and prettiest long hair.”

You felt him nuzzle you, his happy humming surrounding you. Laughing, you brought your hand up to his head, petting his tangled hair. Cove tightened his grip around you, the arm still resting against your tummy drifting downwards. Stiffening, you whimpered as he wrapped a hand around your hardening shaft.

“Seems like you were hoping he’d find his way here tonight.” His voice was husky as he stroked you, letting you melt into his arms. “How naughty of you… I’ll have to show you what happens if you let just any man crawl through your window at night.”

Shuddering against his hold, the arm wrapped around your chest tightened as did his fist. Crying out, you bucked your hips against him. His fingers slipped across your nipple, mouth nibbling across you as he listened to you moan for him. “Cove~”

Face warm, he whimpered against you, hand moving faster as you shook in his grip. “Ahh! Fuck- Cove!” His fingers danced over your skin expertly, squeezing the base of your cock before loosening up and slipping to your tip, where he traced you with his fingertips, before repeating himself. “I- Ahh!”

Rolling your hips back, you tried to grind against him, whimpering as his hand left your chest to squeeze your package. Moaning, you thrust into his hand, your own arms winding around his neck where he stood behind you. His hands were unrelenting, feeling you tremble against his broad chest.

“This is what you wanted? For a cute boy to crawl through your window and wreck you? Want me to ruin you? My cute little boyfriend is so dirty, such naughty fantasies. Better make it up to me, baby, cum for me and I’ll forgive you.” Cove’s cheeks were burning, the dirty talk falling off his tongue as he jerked you off, feeling your perfect ass so close to his throbbing cock.

You felt your climax within you, hips shaking as he squeezed you tightly. “Fuck! Cove!” Moaning loudly, you felt his hands move, one closing into a fist around your base as the other pinched your tip. Crying out, you shook your head, “Cove! Please! Fuck, let me cum for you, please!”

You could feel the wave of pleasure ebbing away as he kissed your shoulders, hands pulling away from you and resting on your hips. You whimpered as he turned you, arms falling to your sides as you hid your face against him. “Aww, my poor thing… You wanted to waste your cum? Just let it go down with the water? You know better. Where are the only places you’re allowed to cum?”

Sighing against him as he moved his shaft to be pressed against yours as best he could considering the height difference, you felt your mind go blank. Basking in the feeling of his burning wet body against yours, you didn’t notice how he huffed above you, one hand pulling away before spanking you. Crying out, you dug your nails into him, listening through his chest as he hissed.

“I asked you a question.” His voice was husky above you, his hand slowly jerking off both your cocks as they were pressed together.

You panted, drool pooling in your mouth, “I- What? W-What did, ahhh~ what did you say?” Your hips moved gently, rubbing the underside of your cock against his.

Cove smiled above you, almost wanting to just whisk you away and make love to you in bed, but mostly he wanted to see you fall apart and beg for him, to remember who you belonged to and how he belonged to you. You were too cute and precious for your own good, he wanted to tease you, to squeeze you until you snapped in half.

Leaning back from where you were pressed to his chest, he nuzzled your nose sweetly. “I asked you where you’re allowed to cum?” He idly kissed across your face, hand moving slowly between you. Listening to you moan lowly, he nibbled your lip.

Ocean eyes stared intently at you, an obsessive love swirling within them. Leaning forward, you kissed him softly, sighing through your nose. Breaking away, you rocked your hips into his, panting slightly. “O-Only allowed to cum in-inside you and, haah~ in your m-mouth.”

Cove bit his lip, hand moving faster between the two of you, watching as your brows knit upwards. His other hand pet your tummy before moving to grab your ass. “That’s right, you have to be my good boy and save your cum for me. Can you do that?”

Both your cheeks were flushed, pleasured expressions facing each other. Whimpering, you nodded, fingertips playing with his sensitive nipples. Moaning loudly, his voice echoed off the shower walls as he tipped his head back. “Fuck~ Good boy. So perfect for me.” Swallowing thickly, he let go of both your cocks, hissing as you scratched down his chest. “C’mon, let's get cleaned up before we go to bed. Can you do that for me?”

You groaned aloud, pouting at him. However, Cove merely smiled down at you, giggling softly. Leaning around you, he purposefully avoided your puppy dog eyes, grabbing shampoo and lathering your head up. Humming softly to the music that he could hear once more, he tilted you up by your jaw, smooching you with puckered lips.

Trying to fight the smile off your face, you let him rinse your hair. Sighing, he applied conditioner before you nudged him to the side and helped him into the water. “Gotta get my perfect boy washed up, too. God knows your hair is full of sand.” He smiled at you, loving expression watching you closely as you repeated his actions with him.

Kissing his throat, you massaged his shampoo into his hair, careful of the saltwater knots. Cove’s hands drifted down your sides, tracing your curves and stretch marks. “I love you.” Sighing against his slick skin, you nuzzled him.

“I love you, too. My precious boy. You’re all mine, forever. And I’ll always be yours.” Cove’s heart thumped at your words, passionate obsessive flames within his soul burning hotly. You were all his, forever. You’d never leave him, and he’d never leave you. He’d absorb you into his body if he could, just so you’d always be together.

Switching places, you let the water cascade over your conditioned hair, Cove lathering up on soap and rubbing you down. He giggled in front of you, lathering you up and playing in the bubbles. Your cock was still achingly hard, memories of your lost orgasm rolling in your lower belly. He was careful to wash all over you, turning you in his grip as the suds washed off your chest as his hands rubbed you down.

Kissing your freshly washed neck, his hands slipped further down, one holding your hip as the other circled your tight rim. Whimpering, you braced your hands on the shower wall. “Cove…” His name was just a whisper, waiting to see what he would do.

Cove hummed behind you, gently circling you. With a kiss to the shell of your ear, you felt his fingertip push past you gently, shallowly entering you. Sighing softly, you leaned forward, hips subtly rocking back. Slowly easing deeper inside you, he basked in your soft sounds and hot body.

However, he didn’t stay inside you for long, slipping out and cleaning the rest of you as if nothing happened. You whimpered, forehead resting on your hands. “Cove~” You whined disappointedly, wiggling your hips and looking at him over your shoulder.

He just tilted his head innocently. Pouting, you switched places with him, cheeks hot. “You’re such a tease tonight…” Copying him, you grabbed his body wash and cleaned him up. Eyes flicking up to him as he lathered his hair with conditioner, you slowly moved downwards towards his lengthy shaft.

Eyes looking down, you held in a moan at the sight, thick seafoam bush and swollen cock hanging down, water flowing down it freely. Finally dragging your eyes away from it, you looked back up at him, squeaking as his heated stare made contact with you.

His gaze was passionate and it had you swallowing thickly. “C-Cove?” He growled as you said his name, belly hot and tight as he thought how perfect it sounded falling from your lips. Gritting his teeth, he rinsed himself off, grabbed your cheeks and shoved his tongue into your mouth as he pressed you against the wall.

Moaning loudly, your voice was muffled against his mouth. His tongue pet yours, tracing the inside of your teeth as his rough hand grabbed your cock once more. You tried to pull away but he was unrelenting, swallowing all your sounds as he pumped you quickly. Dragging your nails down his back, you helplessly humped his fist, whimpering against him.

Puffing through his nose, he moaned against you, hand leaving you and grabbing your hips. He ground against you, breaking away and panting heavily. “Fuck! You’re so- ahh!” He bit your shoulder, listening to you moan as he tried to collect his thoughts. He wanted you so badly, that cute look in your eyes as you leered at his big cock. He needed to fuck you, needed you to be begging him to let you cum.

Leaning back down, he bit your lip, dragging it between his teeth before breaking away. Finally, his burst of energy passed and he peered down at you, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy. He didn’t break eye contact with your dazed expression as he leaned back and shut off the water. Dragging the curtain open, he finally looked away, grabbing the both of you towels and handing one to you.

The both of you dried off quickly and silently, the music echoing around you as you heard Cove groan every few moments, his ocean eyes lustfully raking over you with every move you made. You couldn’t help but whimper, feeling his charged energy in the air, knowing he was moments away from pounding you and marking you up as his.

You loved when he was like this, as if nothing else mattered than claiming you and making you his. Finally dry enough, Cove tossed both your towels to the floor, grabbing you around the wrist and dragging you into your bedroom, shuddering at the air conditioning.

Tossing you onto your bed, he grabbed a bottle of lubricant out of your drawer, meeting your eyes again as he stroked himself. “Who do you belong to?” You whimpered, whispering his name. His wanton gaze didn’t change as his eyes fell down to your flushed shaft. “Who does this pretty cock belong to?”

You threw your arm over your eyes, blushing. “You, Cove. I-It’s all yours.” He growled above you, clean hand gripping your forearm and pinning it above your head. Gasping, you moaned, his strong arms flexing above you.

“Who owns that tight ass of yours?” You lifted your legs subconsciously, spreading them so he could reach you easier.

“You, Cove! Fuck!” However, to your frustration, he let go of you, disappearing from your line of sight. With a shout, you stared at the ceiling for a moment before shouting, “Cove!” Leaning on your elbows, you quickly fell back against the blankets again, crying out as he swallowed your cock.

Moaning loudly, you laid on your back, hands pulling his wet hair as he took your cock deep into his throat. “Fuck! I-I can’t! It’s too much!” After him edging you and touching you all during your shower, you thought you might burst. Whimpering at how easily he was getting you off, you bucked up into his mouth.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Cove, please! Please let me cum in your mouth- ahh!” His hand came back to your package, squeezing it in his palm gently. You shuddered, moaning loudly as you rolled your hips up, crying out sharply as you finished on his tongue.

Cove moaned lasciviously around your shaft, eyes closing with flushed cheeks. Swallowing every drop, he sucked on your tip, his hand pumping your shaft as he massaged your package. You arched your back, unable to get a good look at him as your eyes were lidded in blissful pleasure.

Panting as he popped off you, he crawled back up your body. Kissing your cheeks, he moved to nuzzle into your hair. “Good boy… Cumming down my throat, not wasting any bit of your delicious cum. I think you deserve a reward.” His voice was husky and you shuddered.

“P-Please…” Cove grinned at your soft voice, hands grabbing you behind your knees and lifting your legs. You blushed, covering your face with your hands, “Cove…” Once your legs were secure and pinned around his waist, he smiled softly.

Kissing you chaste on the lips, he nuzzled your nose. “I wanna see my good boy fall apart. Wanna watch you beg for my cock, screaming for me to pound this tight ass hard.” Kissing you again, “Can you be good and do that for me?”

Whimpering once more, you nodded. Cove smirked, leaning back. Using one hand, he guided his slick cock to your tight rim. You sighed, relaxing into the bed as he gently pushed inside.

Cove couldn’t help but moan, watching your blissful expression as he pressed his lengthy cock inside you. Licking his lips, he leaned forward, resting one palm on the side of your head. Looking up at him, his hair a curtain around his handsome face, you smiled softly. Cheeks flushed, you moaned his name quietly.

Moaning hotly, he finally bottomed out inside you, listening to you groan. Your heat wrapped around him in a vice, tight without any stretching done before. You panted below him, flexing your hands where you moved to rest them on either side of your hand. Cove smiled, moving so that his hands were intertwined with yours.

Leaning down, he kissed you softly, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Sighing, he rocked his hips against you, moving only a bit before slipping back inside. You moaned aloud, hands tightening around his. “Cove~ more, please.”

Cove swallowed thickly, nodding and grinning. Leaning back, you let go of his hands as he held your hips. You watched with flushed cheeks as he pulled back just to shove himself in. You tossed your head back as Cove began a rough pace. Slipping one leg down, he anchored one foot on the floor with his knee on the bed.

Watching your body closely, he jerked his hips back, shoving them against you before pulling back and repeating. He gasped for air as your body squeezed around his cock, whimpering as you slid against the bed, cheeks heated and mouth open as you moaned loudly.

Gripping your legs, he moved them to be against his chest, basking in your sounds of pleasure and as your bodies came together. Whimpering, he closed his eyes, feeling himself drool at the feeling of you. “Ahh~ Ah! Fuck!” His voice was strained, feeling his climax approach, the teasing in the shower not helping him last.

You moaned below him, watching as his hair bounced, tanned skin darkening with a full body blush. “C-Cove~ inside, please, ahh!” His hips faltered, and with a sharp cry, he pressed against your belly, tugging your hips higher as he tried to pound against your sweet spot.

Crying out, you whipped your head to the side, trying to hide your face. Curling your leg, you tugged yourself higher against him, cock sinking deeper inside you and brushing your p spot with every frenzied thrust. You tugged at the blankets, pulling them up on either side of you as you arched in his grasp.

Cove panted, watching you carefully, body on fire. You were so tight around him, he couldn’t think. Whimpering, he felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes as he screwed them shut, moaning uncontrollably as he pounded you against the soft bed. “Fuck! Ahh! F- ahh~ Cumming, ah! I’m, haah!~”

You watched through dazed eyes as he fell apart between your legs, semi hard cock tapping your belly with each powerful thrust. Arching your back, you moaned hotly, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. “Cove!”

As you cried out for him, Cove trembled, hands moving to grip your thighs as tight as he could, your cries echoing in his empty head as he blew his load deep inside you, pumping you full of cum. Tipping his head back, his hands loosened, hips moving softly against you as aftershocks rattled his body.

Panting heavily, he let your legs fall to his sides again, dragging himself from inside you to crawl atop you and collapse. With a puff of air, you laughed breathlessly, rubbing his back and kissing his shoulder. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Your words were weak, still reeling from the intense pleasure of him pounding you.

Cove heaved for air above you, body shaking as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you on your sides. Resting your head on his bicep, you leaned in and scattered kisses all over his flushed and sweaty face. Smiling softly, you nibbled his lip, feeling as his arm slipped off your waist. Opening your mouth to ask him if he wanted water or anything, you gasped as his free hand wrapped around your sore cock.

Whimpering, your arm wound around his neck, pulling your faces in tight. “C-Cove, you don’t have t- ahh!” His speed was unrelenting, working to get you off once more. “Cove! Fuck!” You shuddered, crying out as you shoved your mouth against his.

Within moments Cove had you bursting all over your bellies and the blanket. You gasped for air, the speed rattling your bones. You whimpered as he touched you softly, ocean eyes watching you lazily. Finally meeting his gaze once more, you leaned up to kiss him.

Gently, you rubbed your tongues together, moaning as you took turns exploring each other’s mouths. Twining your legs together, you rolled over so you were atop of him. Resting your forehead against him, you sighed happily. “Do you want some water?” Your voice was rough, croaking as you laughed slightly.

Cove smiled under you, humming happily and not paying attention. Wrapping his arms around you, you laughed as he dragged you back down. Holding onto him, you let him readjust the two of you so you were under the covers.

Sighing happily, you nuzzled up against him, letting him be the big spoon. His voice was quiet, and you could hear the tears in it as he spoke softly to you, “I love you… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

With a warm smile on your face, you ignored the mess the two of you made and cuddled close. Your eyes were heavy as you felt Cove fall asleep next to you, listening to his heartbeat until you felt yourself join him.

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wip word game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by @adhd-merlin thanks legend I always love these wip tag games sm the word I was given was FATE✨ 'E' was suprisingly hard? I also tried to pick an 'A' sentence that wasn't just 'Arthur' lmao (do my disir fic excerpts make sense out of context? probably not. enjoy)

F (from my morgwen fic)

"Frankly, the only good that can come of them sitting astride a horse is…” the Lord’s eyes slunk again around Morgana’s waist, up her neck and settled back on her face, which was flushed and twitching. “…for practise.”

“You—” Morgana flew up from her seat, “—disgusting pig—”

Gwen surged forward, almost close enough to reach her lady’s chair, then—

“Hey,” slurred a bristly faced advisor, his hand flying out to clamp down on her wrist. “My cup is almost dry.”

She flicked her eyes back to Morgana; her fists were clenched, the tendons in her pale neck flexing as her breaths huffed out of her. Gwen bit the inside of her cheek. A rough yank on her arm wrenched her gaze back, hauling her down, close to the man's face. His breath stunk like the sickly glaze of hot ham. He had a piece of gristle dangling from his beard.

Gwen blinked, shook herself. “Y-yes,” she stammered, “Forgive me, my lord," and refilled his goblet, watching as the inky red liquid rippled as she struggled to stop her hands from shaking.

A (from my morgwen fic)

Another stood out; Valiant. Looked like he was up against Arthur next. Gwen scoffed to herself. Best of luck.

“Are you cold?”

Gwen turned her head - Morgana was sliding into the seat next to her, her face still turned towards the arena. There was an inch or so gap between them on the wooden bench. Gwen pressed her knees together.

“Me?” Gwen asked, rather pointlessly. There wasn't anyone else close to them. “No, I'm fine.”

“You've only that tiny, thin thing on,” Morgana scolded. “You're shivering, I can see it.”

Gwen huffed, and pulled her arms in close to her body. “I'm fine,” she insisted, feeling her eyebrows pull together as she looked across the stalls down to the arena. The next two fighters were preparing, picking their weapon, and from the murmurs and bustle that crept across the crowd, it appeared to be a contentious match.

“Arthur's up,” Morgana answered the question she didn't voice.

T (from my disir fic)

The pathetic, pleading tone in his words; hopefully it wasn’t discernible. Arthur didn’t speak. A faint murmur of crowd rose from over the castle walls that swayed ever closer.

“How will the people react?”

Arthur didn't respond; so he pushed again,

“You can’t expect them to welcome back magic overnight—” Merlin was rambling, “—it’ll be dangerous, you, you have to cons—”

“I know!” Arthur yelled, suddenly glowing with rage. “You think me incapable of running my own kingdom?"

Merlin held firm, his eyes burning.

"That’s not what I meant,” he grit out, but he bit his lip, and Arthur’s eyes flicked down at the movement.

E (from my disir fic)

Either way, he’d ignored the inevitable for as long as he could. He'd foolishly allowed himself to swim inside the hazy dream of Arthur's words, but it was all about to turn cold. He hid as long as he could, as if staying in this one spot could stop time itself from passing; but cruelly enough, it did, indifferent to Merlin's plight. The air cooled, and the sun curved in orange lines around his chambers, and finally, someone knocked on his door. He curled his body tighter, clenching his muscles as if it would stop himself flying apart.

Another knock, louder this time, and a voice:

“I know you’re in there.”

He opened his eyes a crack, glaring at the bolt until it slid itself across to lock his door.

“Merlin.” Arthur’s voice grew more impatient. His door rattled, “where have you—” rattled again, “—did you lock— what are you, five summers old?”

“Go away.”

“Come out here and tell me yourself.”

Merlin pulled his sheet up and over his head.

I don't know if any of you have wips but hello have a tag anyways: @emryses @knight-gwaine @kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick @godmerlin @poisonedfate @elvain @auldsusie

word: GRAIL 🏆

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i will work on that and post a set this week :) kiell was very fun!

hmm i can't say i'm sure about sandi — though i'm loving her hair this series and she's beautiful as ever!

i would also love to know anything about miles' new show, if anyone has details about it to share 🥺 it's gotten lots of positive reviews, pretty solidly 4/5 stars everywhere i've seen. but even without a personal panelshowsource follower review i recommend getting a ticket!! and then coming back and telling us about it!!

hello and thank you :) sure, i put that on my drive for you here. enjoy!

he actually is 100% that bitch

i don't have this on drive atm only because it's really so easy to source. both were just posted in tv_bunny a couple of weeks ago, for example 🥲 i recommend heading over there and making a request, and someone will have links for you right away! lmk if you have any issues

does watching it on dailymotion work for you?

hello! yes, you can find ladsladslads over in the standup folder :)

their breakup was certainly intense for them both... i think i recall sara saying around the time-ish that she had expected they would really be together for the long haul, so as things began to disintegrate she was very disoriented. i also recall there being a bit of an ugly period between them — like, publicly — which was unfortunate, but they both seemed to be carrying their own bitternesses and that was surely hard

it's funny — i talked a bit about this a couple months ago, but thinking about them both reminds me so much of the rhlstp with john kearns: he talked about how, in this day of social media, audiences expect comedians to show themselves on stage, to give you that peek behind the curtain and personal anecdotes/opinions/details, and really share who they are with you — and he doesn't like that expectation. he's doing surreal and often absurd comedy, playing a character who's almost nothing like him at all, so the real john doesn't need to bleed through for the show to work. but people like sara and john...they use the stage as a form of therapy; sara uses it as a form of workshopping, communicating, connecting, sharing; i often think john is grasping, sometimes desperately, at the opportunity to be seen and heard. (his new show howl, which has gotten quite good reviews, is about his sobriety, for example!) so even though there were aspects of their breakup experience that were intense and very personal, i really hope that sharing them helped them both :)

hope we'll get to see his new show howl sometime soon, which is about his sobriety!

i have my theories about how john will be on taskmaster... let's just say, i think he'll be quite earnest and try very hard, and i think what alex has said about it being very difficult to do a character on taskmaster/the show showing people's true colours will be very relevant LMAO i can def see john coming on and trying to be cool and collected and just breaking down LMAOOO but agree it will be interesting! and personally i do always love the dynamic between greg or alex and one of their good friends heh

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