#i thought i wouldn't have time to write this today but whew

[cokou]

❝ PATIENCE ❞

[T. Law × Reader] [ロー×リーダー]

summary* "Stop annoying me will ya'?!" "No." warnings* SMUT* Rope restraints* note ✉* ~ new writing style again lolzz, been a while since i wrote for our dear Law so here it is. // Don't translate or transfer any of my works, this is my only account (Exp. Ao3) // Will not be crossposted anywhere. // Masterlist♡

Another day to annoy your captain. You had picked up a stupid trait of yours to annoy your captain every chance you get, and there is stopping at all. You loved seeing the annoyed expression of your captain everytime he hears the doorknob clink as you enter his office, making himself mentally prepared by your stupid antics.

Today, you're thinking about making him suffer 20x more than your usual personality. Thinking of ways to make him as annoyed as possible, you maybe thought of;

—'accidentally' spilling coffee over his hard work.

—thrashing around crumpling some paperwork of his into the trash. [DENIED]

—Just disturb im so no work is absolutely done.

"Option three sounds like the best... definitely won't get too much of an argument with him maybe.." You scratch your head as you try to make decisions. Thinking about the consequences of each action you will soon make, eventually you went with option three for the most harmless one.

You skipped out of your room, heading towards the Polar Tang's corridors. You couldn't help but bite back giggles as you think of what will possibly happen afterwards,

You finally reach the door that connects to Law's office, letting out your laughter before you return to your serious look as you knock and immediately went inside the office. You could've swore you heard Law sigh under his breath just after you came rushing towards him.

"Captainnn! Guess who's back!" You snicker as you sat on the same chair he's sitting on.

"Whew..i wonder who's back." Your captain scoffs and rolls his eyes, focusing once again on the paper before him. He moves slightly to make some space for the two of you on one chair.

"Guess what!" You take the pen out of his hold.

"W— What? Give it back. " Law reaches for the pen in your hand but was immediately turned away with your sudden movement of throwing the pen onto the trash bin.

"Why you—"

"I have tons of ideas we should do together! Like helping me with these equatio—"

"I don't have time to do equations with you!" Law shuffles through his drawers and picks up a pen, he turns back to his load of papers to do and starts working once again.

You smile at your successful attempt to annoy your dear captain, so now you'd proceed to the next one. You lean your my mouth near his ear,

"We should date each other." Law chokes on his own spit, taking a moment to clear out his throat from the sudden feeling and coughing. You didn't mean the phrase at all, you were jokingly sarcastic, which Law didn't understand at all. You pat his back in order to help him stabilize himself as he finally clears the cough.

"Im sorry— What?" His eyes fixate on you, examining your facial expressions.

"I was sayingg...you should totally dock out onthe next Island!" You shrug off the phrase you once said, making Law much more annoyed that he didn't quite hear you properly or understand what you had said. His thoughts go unnoticed by himself, asking if he had really heard those words coming out of your lips.

Law and you haven't had a good relationship of some sorts, but you wouldn't say enemies or hatred towards each other. Law thinks you two are mostly frenemies on his side, whilst you think that he secretly enjoys your company when you leave him alone or so, but in reality its pretty much the opposite. Law had most bad experience with your jokes and pranks going on around him, he never failed to notice that these always happen to him and him only.

Sometimes even the others join in on the fun of pranking your captain, one had gone as far as Law having to lock you up in your room for 2 days by bringing you food in your room, not daring to let you out unless having the need to. (Which doesn't happen at all)

Law isn't a tad bit into these stupid little jokes of yours, or so you thought. Catching Law smile at those stupid little antics you perform only happens once in a blue moon, it's rare, you'd seen him do this twice only. Making him laugh is starting to feel impossible.

"Lawww..." You poke him. "Lawww..." You poke him twice. "LAWWW"

"God what?!" He pushes your fingers that was poking him away.

"Im bored" you smile and blew raspberries on him.

Law balls his fists as a fit of anger, he could've swore he had couple of beins pop out of his head as he contains his anger, looking down at his table, slightly trembling. You watched him stand up his chair, facing you then. He walks away towards a small drawer,

That's what happened, that's why you're right here, tied up on his office chair as you spread your legs apart, letting him finger you and touch your clit so many times you practically lost xount of how many times you had squirted.

"Doing good yes? This is what you wanted didn't you?" His fingers pistoned in and out of your sloppy cunt, making squelching sounds coming from you. Your head is hazy and blank, you could only focus on his fingers as you felt another pang of orgasm coming throughout your whole body.

"M'—close.." You moan as his fingers continue doing the work, he fastens his fingers in and out of you as you once again reach your climax.

"Woo, did a great job, (Name)-ya." He removes his clothes pieces by pieces until he's fully stripped off, his cock stiff and leaking pre-cum from its slit. He traces the entrance of your pussy, carefully gliding his fingers against the rope restraints that he had installed on your body.

He slowly presses his dick inside you, making you release a loud moan. It's gonna be another long night afterall.

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

the oscars

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

summary: pedro pascal and his wife take on the oscar’s as she is nominated for her new movie

a/n: this was my first time writing fan fiction bitchessss obviously it’s not the best

PART 2 is up now bbs <3

the night was young, you were in the living room of your shared home with Pedro getting glammed up by your team for the Oscars. As they finished up the last touches of your makeup and hair, you went into the bedroom to get into your dress, looking into the mirror "damn I look good." you said "fucking right you do" the voice of your husband Pedro said behind you "mami you look breathtaking." he says as he grabs you from behind staring at you lovingly in the mirror, he lightly kisses your temple just as, "CARS HERE!" your assistant yelled. "let's go bebe" you say grabbing his hand and walking to the car.

As you guys pulled up to the Oscars red carpet, you could hear the fans screaming along with the paparazzi. you two stepped out of the vehicle hand in hand, everyone was going crazy, as you made your way down the red carpet taking photos with your Pedro you heard one of the paparazzi guys say " Y/N are you excited to be nominated for your new movie ?" "I am beyond thrilled to be nominated for the movie "No Hard Feelings", my castmates and I worked so hard on this movie, and I'm so glad people really enjoyed it" Pedro gave your ass a squeeze while taking pictures, with that all you could do was laugh. you didn't think you were that nervous for the Oscars. Making your way inside, you head STRAIGHT to the bar "I need a drink before this shit starts, I don't think I can go up there without liquid courage" Downing your drink in one go, Pedro laughed.. he grabbed your hand and walked towards your reserved seats.

while sitting there fidgeting with your husbands wedding band on his finger you thought going through the list of awards is gonna take forever. That was until your name was called and your character Maddie from the movie was displayed across the big screen. "why does my head look so big? i mean seriously out of all clips from the movie”you leaned over giggling at Pedro all he could do was shake his head and laugh. "your overreacting, your head is a perfect shape baby, you will always be beautiful to me." " AND THE AWARD FOR BEST FEMALE ACTRESS GOES TO..." you legit felt like you were gonna throw up. "Y/N L/N for Maddie in no hard feelings!" you looked at Pedro with your jaw dropped, he was smiling cheek to cheek

“i’m so proud of you, go baby go accept your award!" as he gave you a steamy quick kiss

the song from your movie "Maneater (live) by Andrew Barth Feldman played at 1:24" played in the background. holding onto your long dress you walked up the stairs to the stage, thank the lord you didn't trip and eat the ground. is all you can think in your head. "congratulations y/n, do you have anything you would like to say" smiling you take your award and start speaking into the podium mic "fuck, IM IN SHOCK.. am i allowed to say that?” the people back stage shake their head no. “no? wow okay, well first I would like to thank my husband pedro pascal, and my kids alexis and antonio without them I wouldn't be where I am today, I would like to thank the cast and all of the crew it took to make this movie, I would also like to thank my manager, publicist, and my assistant, lastly i would like to thank my fans, you guys are my everything i love you all so much. WHEW now i'm ready to get drunk and shake ass at the afterparty" The whole crowd laughed and cheered as you made your way down the stairs with your award heading back to your seat. "i love you cariño" pedro says as he grabs your face and kisses you deeply.

[mikaharuka]

☀️ (a comment that made your day?)

Heyo Alhaira!

There are four comments I wanted to shout out! The final comment is under the cut because it's long... but it's definitely the winner. Whew.

(@magma-saarebas19, @alpaca-clouds, @danceswithdarkspawn, @mrsmungus - I think y'all might be interested. It's a wild ride O.O)

Two simple and sweet ones (from Obsidian 10 and Midnight 14):

Your story is so good!!! This is literally my favorite twilight fanfiction ever!

I really like this fanfiction! I never thought I would like Mike as a character but here we go. Tbh I was looking for a little bit Carlisle action... but what I got was a whole new Twilight universe :)

One that made me think - this was left on Viridian 2 in mid-August last year, only 2 weeks after I started. It's stupidly obvious now... but I didn't know about my sensory style and this comment made it click:

Wow. I’m really in awe of your skills with scene setting and describing characters. You do it in such a way that provides a lot of lovely details but isn’t at all like your describing them consciously. It just reads really naturally while still painting a detailed picture in the readers mind.

-

And this last one... whew.

It completely freaked me out in the most flattering way possible!

...and yes, this one is on Azure. It's also the most recent chapter they've read. They haven't read Sapphire, Sangria, or Midnight yet!

So. This reader. This terrifyingly brilliant reader.

I'd call them a seer, but this goes way beyond that. Let me explain:

One - They had Mike pinned in a way no one else had. It's no big deal now, since everyone knows his color deal now... but this was written when Azure was the most recent chapter - back in September.

Back when even I didn't have his power completely nailed down yet. Before I went back to edit minor clues earlier on, about this power.

The part where both Beau *and* Mike come to school with dark bags under their eyes is quite damning. I have a strong hunch that Mike is hiding some pretty big shit from Beau. They both have a charm from Edward after all. Maybe Mike is starting to get some visions of his own? Or maybe he's had a Mandala of his own for as long as Beau, or just got one recently.

Two - They didn't just pin the future. Oh no. They also nailed my abandoned Apricity 1.0 as well! Beyond that, they even got me to reconsider using more of the original scene/intentions (still not sure how much, though)... and they have no idea about any of that:

I don't think Beau will doubt that they're vampires anymore after this dream, lol. The amount of time that Carlisle spent caressing his neck, biting his lips to the point that it breaks the skin, and finally biting into his neck to drink from him really made it clear. Carlisle was definitely showing off his possessive side with his pet names, but that last sentence was particularly chilling. "You're mine now, sweet boy," sounds like both a threat and a promise all wrapped in one. I shudder to think of what might happen if he saw someone was flirting with Beau. The other boy would be dead so fast...

I was so shocked that they nailed my original Apricity 1.0, that I actually clued them into it, in a deeper reply. I wrote this back to them - back when I was certain I wouldn't use the majority of it:

Oh yeah! I forgot to mention something earlier - bizarrely applicable to the point you made about what Carlisle might do IRL if someone tried something with Beau. So funny story - last year, when I was first writing out Cerise (the hospital chapter), I'd actually written an off-screen scene to get a feel for the characters and the actual in-chapter scenes. Mind you, that outtake and the first draft of Cerise are so far outdated now, that a good chunk of it doesn't connect to Cerise or Apricity of today... but traces of that scene still exist in both Cerise and Azure today. . In any case... in that super old Cerise outtake, after Carlisle grabs Edward and drags him out, they end up in that isolated hallway/room and Carlisle pretty much confronts Edward about... something (pretty obvious that something happened, even from today's Cerise). But within this very outdated draft, at some point, Edward starts egging Carlisle on about liking Beau, that first day at school, and Beau being his singer - just to get his straight-laced brother to react and well... Carlisle reacts... uhh... badly, to say the least. He ends up at Edward's throat on an instinct, but at some point he comes to and feels really terrible about it. Strangely enough, I was channeling a few pieces of that old outtake when I wrote Azure (and rewrote the today's Cerise from scratch)... so I'm actually kind of impressed that you somehow saw a piece of this old outdated reference I used for the dream sequence! . That being said, I'll leave it to you to decide just how outdated that outtake is relative to Cerise today. There are definitely a *lot* of major changes... but the outtake isn't totally irrelevant XD

And their cute reply to that:

Well, what are the odds of me asking what Carlisle would do in a specific situation, and that scene actually happened in an unpublished draft? Lol, that's amazing.

Three - You thought it ended there? Nope. It goes even further.

This person somehow nailed at the core of the mystic bond that those two share, as well as the elements of the dreamscape.

To be fair, they openly admitted that they read the chapter twice and noticed a ton of shit they didn't notice the first time around.

Also don't worry about spoilers. This is high-level enough that it won't give away stuff on its own... though Alhaira, I rambled about all of this in the DMs, so you should be able to see how close this person got.

The scariest part?

I think this person figured out my subconscious mind before I did:

The dream/vision was very interesting to read. Beau was able to recognize his surroundings, smell petrichor, remember to find his friends, etc. even in such a state. That he had so much control over his senses was surprising but seeing as this was more of a magical vision rather than a normal dream, it makes perfect sense. [...] The part where he felt a rush of power from the forest was intriguing. I know that he has more of the Current surrounding him than usual, but this is making me believe that maybe Beau can become a shifter or learn magic himself. [...] That Beau is enamored with him to the point that he'd let Carlisle do anything he wanted to him sounds extreme- so much so that I'm beginning to think that vampires have a lure or a siren's call or something else in your story. It's making me wonder if the actual Carlisle was present in this specific vision, and that's how Beau is being so affected by a supposed dream. [...] And boy, I'm excited to get some answers myself. The way the Mandala works is eating at me. I don't know if Beau is being affected so strongly from the Mandala because he isn't familiar with the current, he needs protection from the current, or if it's just the pull/lure of the vampire that he's connected to.

Well, I'll leave it at that for now... on its own, this isn't enough to spoil or anything, since they don't know the details for sure and are just theorizing. But this comment put a stupid amount of stuff into perspective, dragging so much stuff from my subconscious mind.

This was also the comment that made me revisit the whole thing with the Mahabhuta interlude, exploring the dreamscape and mystic stuff even further... even though this comment happened a whole three months before the vampire bingo card happened!

(I'll explain that in a post about the interlude soon, for Miranda's ask)

To say that I would pay money for their take on Midnight... wouldn't be a lie. I want to see what else they can drag from the depths of my subconscious. Heck, I'm like... 80% sure that if they read Midnight and soon, Prithvi, they'd be in striking distance of my exact plans!

Long story short... to say that this comment "made my day"... that'd be the biggest understatement of the month of last September!

[l-vvne]

y'all!! I've been away for so long. typing this feels so surreal, so many things have changed since last year. for one, I've finally actually graduated (yay! but also kinda really sad and nostalgic considering I've spent the last 6 years in the same school), completed my A levels (whew i genuinely couldn't believe I did it???? all my subjects??????), started a part-time job (contract staff but hourly pay is horrible but oh well! learning experience.....), met some really cool people & mentors, and today (well technically yesterday since it's already past midnight here) I just received my A levels results!!

and i really never thought so far ahead and never imagined I would be here?? 12 year old me could never have imagined me today when she naively applied for the school thinking she wouldn't get in. she would've been (rightfully, and very similarly) felt simultaneously that I could've done better (please don't attempt to mug your A levels 2 weeks before the paper) but also would've been so proud of myself as well. my results are okay, I can get into most local universities & the courses I want (just no medicine, law, etc. which I wasn't interested in in the first place so all is well) so I think life is good. for now before the chaos of uni applications start anyways.

and I know as much as all the comforting words have been said and tears have been shed, really just want to reiterate something I believe most, if not all, students receiving your results would've heard at least once: your results don't define you. it's almost 1:30am here and I'm tired and incoherent right now but I genuinely believe in the Chinese saying 天无绝人之路 (kind of direct translation = there is no dead-end path in life? i.e. when God shuts a door he'll open a window for you kinda thing) and that there's always alternatives & things will definitely work out. for someone who didn't pass H2 Chem in her final year to pass decently well at A levels was a feat I never thought I would accomplish, yet here I am! (thank you moderation (I suspect) and the bell curve god hahah) have faith, believe in yourself and your capacities. everyone has a special talent and a strength. don't discount yourself over this one sheet of paper. you can do this, we can succeed. have faith.

sorry, something that was supposed to be a short status update turned so long and rambly! but I hope fellow results collectors are okay and I genuinely hope that everyone will get into the course you're aiming for!! I'll maybe add on layer in the morning when I wake up and am more awake hahaha but really just all the best everyone, stay safe, healthy, and happy. we've got this. ❤️‍🔥🌻

anyways p.s. I'll likely by more free by end Mar 2023 so I'll only be back then~ (yes likely on both @l-vvne-writes) see y'all around, I miss my mutuals 🥺😭

[squidpro-quo]

Rain

AN: This time I took the prompt more literally, but I’ve always wanted to have an outside pov of the main three. Inspired by the thought of Zen, Obi and Shirayuki becoming myth and legend someday, and perhaps what comes of that

The rain misted down in between the carnival’s stalls, turning the streets into a vaporous maze and leaving people as hazy outlines in the twilight. Miya clutched her scarf close to her chest, hunched under the small awning at the side of a wine vendor’s cart as she peered into the night in the vain hope that her parents would come within view. 

A rattle of metal came from behind her and she startled away from the noise and further towards the bustling thoroughfare. On so many occasions her mother had drilled it into her head that if she were ever lost, it was better to stay still than to go running on the chance that she’d stumble onto them with sheer, dumb luck. But the shadows behind her felt like they were growing deeper, coalescing into a solid form and the thought chilled her more than her sodden cap ever could. What could she do if something attacked her here? The night felt hostile now, gone was the merriment of the festival still going on only a few feet away, without her parents it  felt like a screen separating her from them. 

“What’s a little miss doing back here?” The voice was smooth and low where it echoed out of the darkness, forcing Miya to squint to try and see anything beyond a silhouette. She froze, surprised that she didn’t feel any further fear at the approaching figure. Perhaps it was because she’d heard the story, known the occasion, but had never thought to believe it. But that was not important, she had a chance now. 

“I lost my mama,” she finally whispered, her back to the light as the shadow crouched down in front of her and reached out a hand. It was solid, the fingers callused where they brushed the leaves from her shawl with a gentle motion. The figure’s clothes were dark as the night, clasped with a pin as bright as a star in the fabric of the sky while his eyes glowed like a cat’s. 

“I have a friend who can help, alright? Visit the lights at the end of the row, he’ll show you the way.” His smile was crooked, but the kind that cut through fear and let someone in on a joke, and she knew that it was right. 

By the time she turned at the corner of the stall, to glimpse one last look, the shadow had disappeared, taking his nightcloak with him, as silent as they say.

She followed the row of vendors down to the quay, where the lights were so bright her father had said they could be seen all the way up at the castle. The passersby stopped and stared, faces turned up to the floating candles and glimmers of reflection from the colored glass lanterns moored to the ground. It was dazzling, capturing even the most determined of festival attendees to stop and watch a while. The rain dampened it not at all, only lending another surface for the sparkling vista to dance in, each flame protected against it while it shone forth. 

Miya wasn’t able to resist either, faltering in her steps and forgetting the shadow’s voice for only a minute as her eyes filled with the glittering light. But as she turned to point one out to her mother, she remembered the absence and began to run, hoping to make up the time lost by a hurry taken now. Her haste made her reckless and she stumbled into a lantern, knocking a panel free and leaving her with pain blooming across her finger. 

“There now, are you being chased?” This voice was milder, but nonetheless mischievous, and a hand on her shoulder kept her from falling to the muddy ground. 

Miya’s breath caught in her throat, in part from how close she had come to sprawling in the street and because she had never thought it could be true. Surely, one was a lucky chance, two was a miracle. 

She looked behind her and saw eyes as bright as the lanterns, a brilliance lying across his shoulders and cascading towards the ground like a waterfall of snow, cloak dissolving in shining sparks  before it ever reached the dirt beneath his shoes. 

“Your friend sent me. I’ve lost my papa. I forgot for a moment and…” She stared at the beads of red blossoming from her finger to mix with the fine rain coating them both. Although, for her companion it seemed to be drawn in to form a faint aurora of mist about his outline, washing his edges as he let out a slight laugh. 

“He sent you, did he? Don’t worry, I know who’ll be the perfect one to bring them back to you. And to mend that cut of yours.” He crouched, the luminous gaze upon her with a kind glow. “Go along until you smell sweet, hot cider. She’ll be there.” 

Miya nodded, dumbstruck, and it was only when he gave an encouraging nod that her feet regained their steadiness and she struck out for the food quarter of the festival’s vast spread. This time, she didn’t look back, knowing he and his moonbright cloak had vanished already. 

She had grown hungry and tired by now, pushing through the crowds and craning her neck above the high shoulders for any sight of the barrels that always signalled the piping flood of cider that she’d so loved to sip with her parents. In the midst of the damp night and the scores of people, she had doubted she would be able to pick out the smell of it without being up close to the counters, but she could no longer doubt it when the aroma wafted over her and she felt safe. Pausing by the fountain in the center where the crowd’s eddy pushed her, she slumped onto the rim and wondered how she would pick out anyone in such a rush. 

“Ah, why are you hurt and alone, dear?” The voice was as sweet as the cider’s smell, and just as warming to hear. Two hands cupped her own, the feeling akin to when she’d her fingers through the summer-ripe grass, and the woman ran her thumb over the cut with a soft sigh. Her cloak was as red as her hair, flowing like the leaves in autumn over her knees and the relief Miya felt was enough to make her cry. She could go no further, her parents felt as far away as the castle and she could only take comfort in the woman’s firm hold of her to keep her upright. 

“I c-can’t find my parents,” she confessed, one more time, looking into the woman’s apple-green eyes and searching for the promise of the end as she’d been taught would come. 

“You have found me, and I assure you they will find you too,” she said, tucking Miya’s hair back under her scarf and kissing her forehead with the softest touch. 

As soon as Miya closed her eyes at the gesture and opened them again, she saw her parents from across the fountain, searching the crowd with frantic expressions. She bounded along the edge as fast as she could, skirting the crowd until she flung herself at her father’s legs. 

“Miya! Where have you been? Oh thank the stars.” Her mother leaned down to sweep her into a hug, even as Miya couldn’t find the words fast enough to express what she’d been through.

“I met the Red Dawn and the White Moon! And the Dark Night, they all led me back here!” She pointed across the fountain, but in her excitement she’d forgotten what had happened before and the woman and her dawnfire cloak were gone. As was the cut on her hand. 

“Darling, I know I’ve read that story to you too many times but this is just a festival for them. You can’t expect to meet them, we must celebrate them ourselves!” Her father hoisted her onto his shoulders, perhaps to give her a view to distract her and perhaps to keep her from being lost to sight again, but all the same, Miya didn’t let the banners of red, white and black distract her from the truth of what she’d seen that night.

[thevoidspeakz]

Non binary Mike comes out to Nancy. Thought of this in the shower and had to write it down.

--

Nancy came home early today.

After greeting her parents, she went straight up to her room to get changed and put her things away.

However, when she opened the door, she was met with someone she'd never expect.

"Mike?"

When she spoke up, Mike jumped up higher than she knew was humanly possible. At first, Nancy thought he was just stealing her money again, but then she realized Mike was going through her clothes. Something else she noticed, was that he was wearing...

Eyeliner?

Putting two and two together, she finally broke the awkward moment of silence.

"I'm not mad!"

Nancy stepped in and closed the door behind her. She looked at her sibling, who was already shaking, with tears in their eyes.

"I- Please don't tell-"

"I won't. I promise you."

Mike looked up at her with fear, confusion and some bit of relief all at once.

Nancy walked up to them, holding their hand and sitting them down on her bed. Mike couldn't stand to look up at her.

"Hey. I know we don't talk much. I know we aren't as close as we should be, and I'm sorry. I should have been there for you many, many times when I wasn't. And I'm so sorry. But... I still want you to know that... You're my sibling." Hearing that word was what finally made Mike look up at her. "I want you to be able to talk to me, to tell me things, and I really want to be a better sister to you. Now..."

She cupped Mike's face with her hands, wiping their tears away. "Will you talk to me? I promise you you're safe here. Of you're... Not ready, then that's okay too, but... I..." She didn't break eye contact. Mike's hands went up to hold hers, which were on their face. "I love you, Mike. You're my little shit sibling that I've had for such a long time, and although I may not show it, I do love you. A lot."

Both of them laughed through tears, and Mike finally tried to speak up.

"Uhm... I-" They stammered, not knowing where to begin. As more relaxed as they were, they were still afraid. Afraid that she wouldn't understand, and ashamed that they were the way they were.

But Nancy was there for them. And she encouraged them, and she held her hands softly on their face, wiping away all their tears.

"It's alright. Take your time."

Mike took a few deep breaths, and finally managed to talk.

"So... I- I'm not... A boy. But, I'm also not a girl? I- I don't know, it's, um, it's confusing, I know, but-"

"Mike... Can I still call you that?"

"..yea, it's okay."

"Mike, it's not confusing at all. I get it. Would you like it if I called you my sibling?"

Mike nodded, smiling up at their sister, tears still falling from their eyes, but happy ones this time. Relieved ones.

"Alright. That's perfect. That's perfect, Mike. I love you, you little douche."

"I love you too, Nance-"

And she pulled them into an embrace, and they both sat there in silence, for a long moment, basking in the knowledge that they were safe with each other. That everything is okay.

Once they finally pulled away, Nancy brought her hand up to Mike's face again, and laughed.

"I'm sorry, your eyeliner is ruined!"

Mike laughed with her. "It's okay! It's worth it." And they smiled brightly.

"Do you want help with it? You don't have to steal my clothes, either, I can just get some for you. Ooh, there's a skirt that would look great on you! I could get matching shirt with it!" She rambled on, as she stood up and went over to her closet.

"I have a feeling I made a mistake." Mike rolled their eyes.

But both of them knew in reality how grateful they were. They spent the afternoon trying out outfits that Nancy picked out for them, and choosing some to keep for themself.

Everything would be okay.

--

Whew there we go !! Is it obvious that I projected all my need for an accepting household into this? No it's not hahahahahahahah

[ddarker-dreams]

Hello Lock, I had to start from scratch again but it was worth it.

So, I was going through the Yandere Giorno tag, having read most of there is, and repeating simply because the stories were wonderful. But considering I have a soft spot for angst, I inevitably began daydreaming and conjuring stories of my own. Particularly about a Darling that died, and began wandering Earth (or more specifically being confined to the mansion/island) as a faceless, ashen spirit. She isn't aware of her surroundings, just going through the experiences she had when she was living with Giorno. All the good and bad.

At first, Giorno was relieved by this, seeing Darling again there with him, even though she isn't exactly aware of him in real time. But he eventually asked himself what would happen upon HIS death. Would he stay with Darling, be dragged to hell, or ascend to heaven just like Bucciarati? What do you think he would want to happen?

Imagine his face as he ascends to Heaven, desperately trying to hold and take Darling with him. But alas, he fails. Felt, maybe even knew that it was his fault that Darling was stuck there, without him.

Just wanted to write it down and get it out of my system. And share it with you, since I know you are a fan of Yandere Giorno as well.

this gave me intense flashbacks to my childhood plagued by nightmares of being dragged down to hell . perhaps that is why i ended up this way. the imagery has always freaked me out due to my religious upbringing so WHEW let's dive into it. i'm glad my extensive (and i mean extensive) knowledge of the bible will come in handy today. there's actually a whole lot of biblical symbolism in jojo's bizarre adventure... a sentence i never thought i'd say.

yan giorno has something of a savior complex. he injects himself into your life, assumes that you need his help, searching high and low for any morally acceptable reason to pluck you from your otherwise decent life. he knows that if he were to pursue you normally, there's the possibility you'd be used as leverage against him... so he bypasses that entirely by tucking you away somewhere nice and safe. where only he and a select few have access to.

giorno won't delude himself into thinking he's a good person. your pain is his, he takes it upon himself, some sort of flagellant-like mindset of repentance. so he wouldn't have high expectations of ascending to heaven with papa jonathan. no, he'd accept whatever fate awaited him without complaint. in life, he indulged in sin, and in death, consequences await. the day of reckoning for taking your freedom away isn't something he'd shy away from.

[actualbird]

hello hi!!! first of all i must say i'm eternally grateful for stumbling upon your fics on ao3 in my early days of playing ToT (less than a month i guess, too lazy to check rn haha), this was such a blessing, i mean, your writing is outstanding, to me you're a type of writer every fandom needs - keen in observing the characters and putting them to life, giving them additional depth with such skill. whew. anyway you're a blessing.

secondly i was scrolling through your blog here reading all i could abt marius because yeah, he's my #1 boy. lately i've been struggling with my perception of myself gender-related, not gonna go into detail bc it's not that important, anyways a lot of self-doubt and answers i can't find. but then. your posts about marius, the mc and your thoughts on their gender and behaviour, ways of expressing themselves, etc etc. and it had helped me enormously, you know. i tried many pronouns, names, ways of expressing myself, nothing clicked as right until i've read your posts about how both of them wouldn't care too much and just go as they are, i mean, i don't exactly remember the actual quote but you wrote how marius asked the mc if she's okay with him calling her she and miss and if she'd prefer any other pronouns, and she said nah i'm ok with miss still. and then i was like oh god wow, this exactly. i mean i don't HAVE to pick any specific pronouns or change my clothing style or start or stop putting more or less makeup on (im feminine afab and to put it shortly i'm ok with any look, gnc or not lol) it's just like that! that simple. so i'm forever grateful for this revelation, for the fact that i started playing this game and eventually found you. ty 💜 (also i'm sorry for my words choosing and whatever, english is my second language and i don't care much about grammar or sounding properly lol, and maybe if my message was too personal and i've dumped a lot of unneeded things on you. i'm sorry in advance for that also, you can ignore this mess of a message haha)

hello, anon!!

first off, no need to ever apologize for english trouble bc mood.

second off, thank you so much for your kind words on my writing :(((

and third off, i'd like to preface this response by giving a meme thats basically how i looked like as i read this ask

no frigging joke. tears in my eyes. ive been having a bad day today and a bad night yesterday, in regards to my writing so reading this just....it means a lot to me.

im so so honored that my works helped you figure out this part of yourself. truly and absolutely, your gender and expression of it doesnt need a strict label or rules if you dont want that. it's anything you want it to be, whatever makes you feel most like yourself. since i wrote those hcs, ive got the right to tell u marius and mc are so so happy for you. and i am too.

im just.....very very positively baffled to receive this ask at all. emphasis on positive. like i said earlier, ive been having a bad time irt how i feel about my writing kdsjbfsjg. most of it boiled down to the fact that not only is everything i make just like, not good writing, but also that it's useless and amounts to nothing.

and then i get this ask.

and it's not the first one of its kind ive received.

off the top of my head, ive received a dm from somebody telling me that my fanfiction years ago had inspired them to pursue writing in college and they were just accepted for a masters degree in creative writing. ive gotten a comment on a fanfic that said the story gave them the courage to confess to their crush and them and that other person have been together ever since. ive gotten asks like this telling me that my works helped them feel seen irt to gender, mental illness, or just like...being a person.

theres no way i can prove all these things happened in real life. ive got the messages and comments archived in chat histories or on this blog or on my ao3 comments, but these are words online, and stories can always be made up.

but if they are true then...huh.

it makes me feel honored.

im probably never going to get to the point where i'll see myself as a good person or where i stop doubting what i create, but if what i make can result in things like this, then man, what i think doesnt fucking matter. im not good but what i make can maybe, just maybe, result in good.

all this i ramblingly type to say thank you. from the bottom of my heart, thank you for telling me this.

i hope you have a wonderful day and a kind new year ahead of you, anon :')

[dreamwritesimagines]

i would like to clarify, did i think Elias was harsh? Yes. did Anthony deserve it and possibly more? Abso-fucking-lutely. Elias had every single right to act the way he did. he could have been harsher even and i wouldn't have had a problem with it bc Elias loves his sister and seeing her in that state, of course it's going to affect him in certain levels. then add the betrayal he felt bc that's his best friend, and the going behind his back and all sorts. BUT that doesn't mean i'm not going to see Anthony's side of it and feel sympathetic for him. (that’s the empath in me probably lmao) like this man is struggling and that's putting it very lightly.

it's probably a me thing but i tend to try and see different perspectives and/or try to see where everyone is coming from. it's just more fun for me that way (which also can be quite frustrating bc when you understand both sides, you tend to get frustrated why character A does not see where character B is coming from hence why i have to remind myself that i know all the facts and they don’t 😂) this is also why i'm just begging for Cherie and Anthony to just TALK lmao.

but also, it's like you said! these characters aren't perfect. they've made mistakes and will continue to do so. there won't be character arcs if that wasn't the case and it would be sooo boring if everything was black & white. so i absolutely cannot wait to see how on earth Anthony redeem himself. like that man is going on a journey to hell and back. TWICE. also with what he said about it’s either Cherie or no one, i’m sure this man is going to do everything and then some. i also would like to see a scene where he’s on his knees in front of Cherie just sobbing and begging for forgiveness bc that would be whew imagine if that’s the first time Cherie actually sees him cry???? my heart </3

okay i'm going to put my devil horns again bc playing devil's advocate is kinda fun lmao: with what happened with Siena, would it be considered as cheating though? which also goes back to a problem they had from the start. They weren’t courting officially. It was all assumption and living in a bubble without actually TALKING about it. so if you think about it, they really had no grounds as to what they were right?? Cherie assumed they were lovers, i have no idea what Anthony thought they were. and then it all blew up before they could even get to that point of communication. my gOOODD were going to go back to the whole communication thing again. sigh. In today’s day and age, it absolutely was cheating. but sometimes we tend to forget, this is a different time period. this is also why it’s a struggle trying to judge everyone in this bc it’s set hundreds of years ago so everything is kinda different.

AGAIN. This does NOT excuse his behaviour. ANTHONY IS STILL A SHITTY IDIOT PREMIUM™️ and he will hold that title for as long as it takes until he grows a braincell or two. He still Fucked Up™️ and it’s his own fault why we’re here in the first place.

also, the duke and duchess story :(( i really hope we will get to see more of that soon and yeah now i remember that. it’s heartbreaking that these two siblings grew up separate so Cherie didn’t get to see what the duke was like and Elias didn’t get to see what his mother was like bc he only gets to see her in short moments.

YOU are amazing!! and I love !!!! talking to you about this and seeing your response and judgement to my thesis ahah so this is just as exciting for me. now i’m going to sit back and read the anons and different opinions like it’s the latest Lady Whistledown.

– TM Anon™️

Oooh please don't worry about it darling, I totally understand what you mean! ❤ And I really love hearing different perspectives and talking about it! ❤❤ It my favorite part of writing a story! ❤

I think Elias will be torn in the following chapters! Like, Anthony has been his best friend for years, and he can’t wrap his mind around the fact that he would betray him this way 💔 He doesn’t even understand Anthony is very confused about his own feelings💔

They definitely need to talk 😂

like that man is going on a journey to hell and back. TWICE. also with what he said about it’s either Cherie or no one, i’m sure this man is going to do everything and then some. YESSSS! Anthony will actually say that he’s in hell, like that will come up 😈  And he will be spiraling out of control 😏

Yesssss, exactly! ❤ Like, in this age it is absolutely unforgivable but the fic is happening in like…1815, and we’re talking about an era where it was seen as “normal” even within marriage sometimes, as heartbreaking as it is😱 Not that Cherie would ever accept that in marriage or in courtship but…😈 Like, if Cecily told about it to her mother for instance, she would have a “so what” reaction which is sad💔

Anthony will have to try so hard to get Cherie to forgive him ❤

We will definitely hear more about the duke and the duchess’s story, and a duke-Cherie convo is coming in the next chapter! ❤

Awwww thank you so much for this! 😱😍❤

[lalka-laski]

So far who did you talk to the most today? It's only 6:30 am so besides kissing Glenn goodbye and telling him I love him, I haven't spoken to anyone out loud

What is the best name for a butler? I immediately thought of Jeffrey from Fresh Prince so let's go with that

What was your last weird encounter? My whole life is one

What’s the weirdest story of one of your scars? I only have one scar and it doesn't have that weird of a backstory. I slipped off a ladder and scraped my leg on a nail.

Do you remember the part from Bambi when Bambi learns to say bear? Nope, I have very little memory of that movie

What color is your toothbrush? Pink

What is your middle name spelled backwards? It's Catherine, so I'll let you sort that out :D

Can you eat well with chopsticks? NO!

What odd things creep you out? BIRDS. To me that's not odd at all but I guess some people out there find them cute or cool?

Have you ever felt an earthquake? A small one

What do you do with the hot grease when you’re done cooking bacon? I just toss it

What’s the weirdest thing you have ever eaten? Hmm....

What color are your socks today? I'm not wearing any. It's really not warm enough for flip flops anymore buuut I'm still wearing 'em

Who do you blame for your mood today? I feel pretty content today but that's not result of any person but rather just my circumstances: it's Friday, I slept well and feel refreshed, I have a short shift at work and NO work tomorrow. So life is good! If Ricky Martin had a trademark what would it be? Livin La Vida Loca?

What is something scientists need to invent? Obviously there are a lot of serious, medical advancements that need to be made. But an invention I'd really love is a body dryer for when you get out of the shower. Like a giant hair dryer, but for your whole body so you don't have to towel dry. That's my futuristic dream.

What is the closest object to your left foot? A first-aid kit

Who is your favorite Golden Girl? I identify most with Rose, but they're all hilarious

Do you have an inside joke that has to do with numbers? Probably

What is the longest amount of hours you have slept in a row? Probably around 15

Where was your mother’s hometown? Belfast, NI

Where was your father’s hometown? Rochester, NY, USA

Do you use online terms in real life? Not intentionally but sometimes I slip

What do you think people think of you? I'm known as being friendly and bubbly (if a little flaky)

Do you think this year will be better than the last? Well this year is rapidly coming to a close and I can't say if it was better or worse than last. They were pretty comparable!

Who is the 1st person on your incoming call list and how do you feel about them? A spam number, I despise them! Do you know who Salad Fingers Is? Ha ha ha yes!

What is the stupidest thing you have ever done? Ugh...

What is your favorite commercial of the moment? I love that Amazon commercial that retells Rapunzel and makes her a badass heroine instead of a passive princess (I say as a passive princess.. lol). But my favorite of all-time is the SCOOP THERE IT IS commercial with Tag Team. It never fails to make me laugh.

What does it take to make you cry? Hardly anything at ALL

What are you looking forward to? The weekend! Even though I don't have any plans yet. I'm hoping something fun will come up... but if nothing else, it's free time to relax and SLEEP.

Have you ever cried because you thought you were ugly? WHEW CHILD.... you don't even know the half of it

Who did you kiss today? Glenn's head What do you like to do when you are alone? Read, write, drink, cook Who are your 2 favorite characters on Full House? As much as I love(d) that show I don't really have individual favorite characters What is missing from your life? Financial stability. Well actually, other kinds of stability too...

Would you be ashamed if you wore hippie clothes? That's not my style but I wouldn't be ASHAMED necessarily

Grab the closest book, what does the 7th sentence on the 23rd page say? No thanks

When was the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? I don't sleep *with* it, but I have a teddy bear ON my bed every night

If it was your last day on earth what shoes would you wear? Why would that matter??

Do you own a Super Nintendo? Nope

What do you think of Law and Order? I like SVU but can sometimes (often) find it triggering

Can you name all 7 dwarfs? Yep

Have you ever pretended to be Jewish? What on earth lmao What was the last thing you thought you lost, but ended up finding it? My phone. On a daily basis

What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping soundly

If you had a ball of clay what would you mold it into? A heart

What does your milkshake bring to the yard? Anxiety

Do you have any famous relatives? Nope

[thesupersecretbookstore]

This Week’s Expert Picks

A friend recommended "Beyond The Gender Binary" to me shortly before I saw that the author, Alok Vaid-Menon, was doing a giveaway of 200 copies for educators, youth, and folks who work with youth. Being a broke, queer, youth worker I obviously signed up.

Whew.

First, the reviews on the back: Billy Porter, Sam Smith, and Princess Nokia. Are you kidding me? That's, like, an SNL line up.

Now, more importantly, the content:

I generally believe myself to be pretty on top of social issues, especially gender and sexuality. I'm a queer person who loves queer people, afterall. But I can still say I learned from this book. More importantly: it is written lovingly, with zero condescension, with the hope of being a teaching tool. This book is the perfect anti-flyer to give to friends and parents of trans and gender nonconforming folks in addition to being a perfect book to give to trans and gender nonconforming people themselves. I have been teaching folks (cis and not) about the gender spectrum and how to talk about queer issues for years, but Beyond the Gender Binary gave me better language, better references, and actual, tangible questions with answers.

Some quotes that made me think:

"People judge gender non-conformity because they are insecure about their identities. If they weren't, then gender variances wouldn't be so heavily policed. Gender non-conformity causes such a huge reaction because we're constantly taught that there are only two fixed and universal genders. Seeing other people defy this mandate bring the entire system into question." This is a pretty standard reaction to bullying, yes, but it put this question in my mind: What questions does this cause people to ask? The critical and judgemental people--what happens when they are confronted with folks of different genders?

"We thought fitting in would give us security--but is it security when someone else living their life differently unsettles us to our very core?"

"Whose definitions are we prioritizing anyway?" The folks who exist within the binary or the folks who don't? It doesn't make sense to let people set definitions if they aren't the people affected by those definitions.

"The selective outcry over new words to describe gender and sexuality--amidst the thousands of words that are added to the dictionary every year--is about prejudice, not principle."

On the difference between normal and normative: "normative is about what gets elevated by society to a position of power."

"Using gender neutral language isn't about being politically correct, it's just about being correct."

On biology-based arguments to uphold a gender binary: "This is part of a larger system of using science as a rhetorical strategy for a normative goal."

So. Many. Mic. Drops. That isn't even all of the times I need to pause and take note. It's a super-short book (64 pages including acknowledgments) so you can pick it up and read it quickly without me having to quote the whole thing here.

But you should read it. As a friend, an ally, a human sharing a planet with people of various genders. And, also, it's a good read. Fresh and compassionate language, easy to read and understand, no big words and no superiority. Just wholesome explanations and explorations. SE

I was lucky enough to win an advanced copy of this book, shoutout @goodreads. The book is broken down into five “moments” in which @nifmuhammad showcases Black performance in American culture. His ability to configure personal stories along with musical and cultural analysis is beautiful to read. Weaving together moments over his life with often forgotten about artists who were overshadowed or lost in time.

Abdurraqib includes artists and places in time that are known to some, and others you may never have heard of. He covers the death of Aretha Franklin, Whitney Houston at the 1988 Grammy’s, Michael Jackson’s death, and the wonderful Josephine Baker. Through many of these performances and artists he traces how Black artists have changed and adopted American culture.

Some of my favorite chapters included the chapter about Merry Clayton. Such a fascinating story about her which he ties in to The Rolling Stones song Gimmie Shelter which she sang on. The chapter about playing spades during a simpler time with his boys. The Wu-Tang chapter hits hard, especially being able to see that sort of rise and fall of such a bonded group. The last chapter hit me hard though, only about 3 pages or so, talking about Hanif breaking down with his brother. It’s powerful, if you have siblings it’ll hit you deep. Loved the book, his prose continues to cut deep, and shout out to the Midwest. CJH

Hot Water Music is a cocktail of short stories by the one and only Charles Bukowski, with a splash (or floater) of poetics. Of course the collection deals largely with drinking, women, gambling, and writing, but it is an important collection that establishes Bukowski's minimalist style and his thematic oeuvre. I first discovered this book and most of Bukowski because of the punk band that shares the same name as this book. Like the band, this book is the punk rock version of the new what’s next. I dare someone (besides myself of maybe icon303) to write like this today. Yes, Bukowski is chauvinistic and a brute boxer, but he is also a romantic, especially to the hard-working idiosyncrasies of life’s doldrums and love. This book should be taught in kindergarten, because it is more important than algebra. RB