#i‘ve been so obsessed

[puppygirl-gwyn]

concerning my recent TMA obsession

so… a year ago, i had dropped TMA after finishing the first 44 or so episodes. Only recently (meaning exactly two weeks ago), did i start listening to the podcast again.

today, i got to season 5 (currently at MAG 164). i‘ve been keeping track of all the connections using obsidian.

[orange-dreamzer]

I am very genuinely thankful to my ex bff leaving me. Best thing that has happened to me fr

[eternalbuckley]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ WISTERIA VINES. (series)

୨୧ — It's the idea of a deep, romantic and emotional connection you once shared with someone. Wisteria vines symbolize romance and connection. They grow slowly but steadily and represent the patient process of reconnection and understanding. Vines grow in an intertwining way and can reflect a bond between two people and how they grow stronger together. The flowers bloom in spring which symbolises new beginnings, meaning that two people can grow a once shared bond again.

SUMMARY: You have been selected to portray the role of Juliet for the upcoming ballet ballet shows of Romeo and Juliet, which are set to be performed in three months. Which means you have to find yourself in a position to portray your role at the side of your ex-boyfriend and former dancing partner, Aemond Targaryen. Whom happened to have been selected as the role of Romeo. Things between you have been left in a friendly but strange place and given to the circumstances you'll have to find yourself spending most of your time together with him. Old feelings for each other remained between you since your breakup and might find their way back to each of you. What happens if one of you puts your somewhat left friendship and the production at risk for unsaid left feelings?

warnings/tropes: 18+ mdni, modern au, best friends brother, ex lovers to possible lovers, yearning, tension, chapters may contain sexual topics, fluff, angst, smut, and more! it's implied fem!/afab!reader (especially the smut parts) but i try to be as gender neutral as possible, they/them pronouns are used if needed, english is not my first language! (each chapter has its own warnings)

Chapter 1: Your Romeo. Your Juliet. | tiny bit of angst, 4,415 words

Chapter 2: Title not decided yet // coming soon

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taglist for this series — i won't be able to upload a new chapter each week but i try to post reguarly ♡ (I'm using an extra taglist for this series, so if you want to be notified when i post a new chapter, please fill out the taglist! You don't have to do that if you're already on my main taglist but if don't want to be notified for the series please let me know!)

a/n: i am certainly no professional or have ever experienced dancing ballet myself. all my knowledge is from research and interest in itself. so, there might be things that make no sense, aren’t completely correct or whatsoever — it‘s just fiction so don’t think about it too much, please. i came up with the main idea because of my obsession with classical music i‘ve been having for the past months and because of a post from my angel @peachysunrize made a few months ago about an ex lovers!ballet au, which is the background idea for this series, hehehe. anyways, happy reading! i hope you‘ll enjoy reading this series which is my precious little baby! xx remember that reblogs, feedback and comments are highly appreciated and welcomed! ♡

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i don’t give you my permission to use my writing for any ai related things, don’t do it. do not plagiarise or try to take ownership of my work. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! i do not own the rights of any characters are involved in this series (unless i created them)

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[sweetestberryofthebunch]

Ultra Violet - Devil Wears Prada AU (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

When you struggle to find your footing at your new job at renowned Fashion Magazine Runway, a secret Guardian angel decides to help you out. Your new, fashionable style seems to catch even your stone cold, stern boss's eye. You can’t help but wonder if maybe she knows more about your mysterious gifts than she lets on.

Content/Warnings: The Devil Wears Prada!AU, CEO!Agatha x Assistant!Reader and the power dynamics that come with that, No pronouns or gendered terms used for R

✨Happy Valentine‘s Day my little loves! Get yourself a sweet cup of coco, a heart shaped treat and enjoy some all inclusive CEO!Agatha fluff!✨

Your new job at Runway was both the best and worst decision you had made your entire life.

Pay was better than the small tabloid you‘d written for until now, their reputation in the industry was insurmountable, and the office had a portafilter espresso machine. All your friends were especially jealous of that one. You’d landed a well paying position at one of the most prestigious fashion magazines in the world.

But that was also the problem. The Fashion. And, if you really boiled it down, your snobby, ruthless, obsessed with shallowness boss.

Agatha Harkness, head and face of the company. An icon of the scene, a trailblazer in the industry (at least that was what your coworkers told you.) Stoic, opinionated, and most of all, impossible to please.

Jen made sure to let you know about that. She had been Second Assistant before you got hired, but now she was promoted to First Assistant and you filled the new position.

She had explained the hierarchy to you in hushed whispers over morning coffee one day, while Mrs Harkness door had been shut and all you could hear were muffled voices arguing behind it.

Jen and your desks were in the hallway just outside, left and right to Harknesses door like two obedient guard dogs. You wondered if that was how she saw you, if she paid enough mind to her assistants for that at all.

It was only your fifth day working at Runway, and your To Do List was nothing but overwhelming. Meanwhile, Mrs Harkness barely spared you a glance, dropping her coat on your desk in the morning without a word, without even a glance, expecting things to be done and never returning a single gesture of gratitude. And everyone, including Jen, just jumped at her bid and word, like she was Queen of the world. It was … a lot.

„Who needs two Assistants anyway?“, you murmured with a chuckle as the meeting seemed to heat up, only to be met by a panicked stare from Jen.

„Don’t ever question Agatha Harknesses choices!“, she‘d tutted, and she looked like she had more to say. But she was interrupted by the door to the hallway where your desks were situated swinging open.

Lillia Calderu, head of the Runway Archives a few floors below dropped a thick binder of fabric samples onto your desk. Strips of dyed denim, all shades of purple so close to each other, you could barely tell a difference. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve laughed.

„What are you two whispering about?“, Lilia asked loudly, only to be met by both you and Jen shushing her sharply.

The voices behind the door to Mrs Harknesses raised in volume, and Lilia swallowed hard.

„I see“, she immediately switched to a whisper tone. „Vidal?“, she asked Jen, who nodded. They shared a serious look, flinching at the yelling.

You bit your lip, glancing from Jen to Lilia. The older woman took a deep breath, leaning against your desk, a hand on her hip.

„Rio wasn’t happy with the placement of her interview in the June Issue“, Jen explained, „I‘ve been getting angry calls from her secretary for days. Now Vidal showed up in person without making an appointment. Had to push back Calvin Klein, they were not happy.“

„What a glorious first week“, Calderu shook her head, giving you a sympathetic look. „Good Luck, Newbie“, she said, and then, her glance slowly dragged down your form, taking in your large green sweater and simple black jeans and sneakers. Her eyes widened, and as she looked back at Jen, she visibly shuddered, „You’re going to need it.“

„What, is something wrong with how I look?“, you gasped, loud enough to get another sharp shush from the other two.

You looked over at Jen, who just shook her head, raising her shoulders in a small shrug. „To be honest, we’ve all been wondering how you got this position in the first place. You‘re not exactly Runway material.“

„Or sidewalk material for that matter“, Lilia added, and Jen clutched her pearls dramatically, trying to stifle her laughter.

„You‘re not wrong, Calderu.“

You shot Jen a hurt look, ready to defend yourself. You were Second Assistant, most of your work happened on the phone, who cared if you wore Armani or not? After all, you had studied Journalism, not Fashion! And you were more than capable of showing professionalism in your profession!

But before you could give the two women a piece of your mind, the door flew open, and a dark haired woman in a suit strutted past you, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

„Admit it Agatha!“, she snarled, glaring back into the office over her shoulder, „This had nothing to do with the collection and everything with your own stubbornness!“

The woman, Vidal, turned around on her heels, dark hair whipping over her shoulder. As she turned, her eyes focused on you, and she froze in her tracks.

„Oh“, a dangerous little smirk formed on her lips. „You‘re new. Clearly.“

She took a step closer, Lilia moving out of her way as she did. Dark eyes watched your every movement like a lynx stalking its prey, and you suddenly felt incredibly exposed, even behind your desk. When she noticed you shudder, Vidal grinned, exposing her teeth.

„They really let anyone work here these days.“, raising her voice loud enough that it echoed through the hallway, she added „Who let the little barista in?“

To your horror, both Jen and Lilia just shrugged, not saying a word in your defense. Stupid, shallow Fashion industry.

Rio Vidal leaned over your desk, dangerously close to your face. She placed one hand on either side of you, practically caging you into your seat. Her voice was low as she smirked down at you, teeth exposed. „Aggie is going to eat you alive, little mouse. Better run while you can.“

„Rio!“, Mrs Harkness' voice rang from her office, a sharp cut through the air.

All four of you whipped your heads around, even Rio, finding the woman leaning against her office door, arms crossed, legs perfectly accentuated by a fitted culotte, a matching blazer draped over her shoulders, silk scarf loose around her neck. Her brow was creased, and sharp, ice cold eyes stared Rio down like a hawk. „Our meeting is over, Vidal. Get your ass out of my office. And“, her jaw tensed, eyes flitting over to you for less than a second. „Don’t touch my stuff.“

There was a slight frown on her face and you wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground and fall through all nine floors of the building.

But still, Rio listened. With a scoff, the dark haired woman pushed herself off your desk, brushing past Lilia as she made her way towards the door.

„I‘m so sorry!“, Jen started babbling the moment the elevator doors closed and swallowed Vidal up, „She stopped for us, we did not-“

„Silence, Kale.“ Agatha didn’t even bother to look at her. Instead, her cold eyes closed in on Lilia. „Have your coffee break elsewhere, Calderu. There is no reason for you to linger around up here. And you, pet.“, her head whipped around, ice cold stare piercing right through you.

„Starting Monday, I want to see initiative. It’s time to take this Job seriously.“

Just like Rio had done just minutes before, Harkness leaned over your desk, glaring you down as she invaded your space. You leaned backwards into your chair, resisting the urge to flinch away. Blue eyes wander down your front, lingering over your exposed throat for just a moment longer. „And no more green at the office.“

Just as fast as she had leaned in, she was gone again, leaving your heart beating out of your chest, hands curled around the arm rests of your chair so tight, your knuckles turned white.

Agatha was already halfway back to her office. „Accompany Calderu back to her office, pet. I don’t want to see you when I leave. And next week, you either show up dressed like you want this, or don’t bother showing up at all.“

You weren’t ever going to admit it to anyone, especially Jen, but that night you crawled into the back of your uber with tears in your eyes. Fuck your stupid boss and her stupid standards and your stupid coworkers who only cared about appearances! Your work was hard, and ungrateful, and no one seemed to care that you did every little task, every small favour that wasn’t in your job description at all, and you did them all marvelously. But still, no one had your back because you wore converse instead of Louis Vuittons. Not even in front of your boss and her infamous ex wife, known for always somehow ending up closer to Agatha than the Runway CEO would like. Even then, in front of two of the most powerful women in the business, no one felt the need to stick up for you.

When you stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of your home, your uber gave you a worried look, and it only made you cry harder.

However, someone seemed to have your back.

As you walked up the stairs to your front door, you noticed a single package. A white box, even adorned with a lilac bow on top of it. And, when you crouched down to inspect the mystery package further, it had your name written on it at the top.

No tape or even a stamp, just a single gift box with a bow, looking like someone had snatched it away from under a Christmas tree. It wasn’t Christmas though, and it wasn’t your birthday either. It was a regular Friday, only tainted by the tears you‘d just spilled over your stupid job.

When you opened the box, carefully pulling at the lilac ribbon, your confusion didn’t let off either. In fact, you were even more lost with the contents.

A pair of black slacks, the fabric smooth and organic. No polyester in sight, this was high quality fabric. When you held them up, something fell out of the left pocket.

A card, a lapel pin attached to it. Fine, polished silver wrapping around a single, sparkling amethyst.

On the backside was a note, written in a cursive so filigrane that at first, you thought it must be printed.

No more jeans. Time to dress for the job you got.

You glanced up, but the street was empty, no cars other than resident vehicles parked under the flickering street lights. Whoever had dropped off this mystery gift had not stuck around. You swallowed, taking the box and bringing it inside. Maybe there was hope for you.

The gifts didn’t stop there. On Monday, you sat down at your desk, wearing your nice, new slacks and a slightly less washed out sweater today, you found another little box, the same white cardboard, the same ribbon. This one was way smaller though, small enough that Jen didn’t seem to notice from across the room as you unwrapped a brand new, sleek watch. The wrist band was incredibly light and slick, the watch itself small but neat, and the pointers were adorned with the tiniest little diamonds, tainted a bright blue if you held them up to the light. Underneath the watch was a note again. Neat cursive.

Meeting with Dior in 10, not 20. Wear the watch.

You bit the inside of your cheek, but before you could think about it, Jen hung up her current phone call, stress written all over her face.

„Dior called, they are coming in-“

„10, not 20“, you gave her a firm nod, „Don’t worry, I‘ll meet them and take notes for Harkness, you do the evaluation with Lilia.“

As you got out of your seat, you slung the new watch around your wrist. It sat perfectly. Jen gave you a confused but appreciative once over.

„Okay“, she said, „See you in 30.“

On Wednesday, you rushed in from driving Agatha’s son to soccer practice to find the hallway empty. Jennifer must have gotten stuck in a meeting. However, that wasn’t what caught your interest. As you put your laptop down, you noticed another box, this one sitting right in the seat of your chair. It was bigger than the others, and as you pulled the lid off, you were met with a bubble wrap. Whatever was in here, it was packaged like something incredibly precious. You bit your own tongue, anticipation bubbling up inside you. And then you unwrapped it.

A leather jacket. A little scuffed, worn in at the elbows. Definitely vintage, worn before. The arms were studded by silver rings, from the shoulders down to the cuffs. It was gorgeous, and vaguely familiar.

Behind you, you heard the clinking of porcelain, and then a sharp curse. When you spun around, Jen was already halfway across the room towards you, ignoring the fact she‘d spilled fresh coffee all over her desk.

„Where did you get that?“, she asked, panic in her voice. You clutched the jacket a little tighter.

„I found it here. Must be a gift.“

Jen came to a halt right in front of your desk, both hands immediately diving into the box on your seat.

„Hey!“, you nudged her away with your hip, but Jen‘s stance was firm, „Stop that!“

“Absolutely not!“, the first assistant just replied, „As per usual, you have no idea what any of this is about!“

„Then you should tell me, as first assistant and all!“, you shot back, and Jen let out a deep sigh.

„1998. Agatha Harkness gets photographed by paparazzi leaving Rio Vidal‘s mansion. The jacket she wore started a trend that didn‘t settle until denim took over in the 2000s.“ She gave you a long, serious glare. „You are holding that jacket.“

Before you could process what she just told you, and what any of that meant, your coworker already dove back into the box. At the bottom was a folded piece of cardboard, just off white and high quality. There was a set of simple, silver cuff buttons attached to it. Jen snatched the note out before you even had a chance to grab it.

„You polish up nice. Pair with a dress shirt.“ She read out loud, gasping.

„No signature? I can’t believe this! There is no way this left the archive without Mrs Harknesses permission.“

You reached for the note, but Jen took a step backwards, holding it out of your reach. Damn her and her high louis vuittons.

Her eyes closed in on you, pointing an accusatory finger at you. „This is why you‘ve been looking good! Someone is playing dress up with you! Do you have a secret admirer in the archives?“

„I don’t know who these are from!“, you told her truthfully, holding the leather jacket close to your chest. You still weren’t 100% sure she wasn’t just going to tear it from you.

„But … Someone‘s been helping me. Lilia has been a lot kinder since I changed the way I dress, even you shared your salad with me the other day!“

Jen creased her brow at that, glancing from the note in her hand to your face and back.

„I guess there hasn’t been any complaints from downstairs either. Whoever sends you stuff does so fair and square.“ She huffed, nose wrinkling, then shrugged, finally handing you the note. Soft, high quality paper, like artists used for Aquarelle painting. The same neat cursive as the other one.

Jen watched you and shook her head. „Whoever is sending you these is right though. You need a button up with this. And some good shoes.“

As if your secret angel had heard her, the next day, you found a bag with the Lauren Ralph Lauren logo printed on it under your desk. Inside was a shoe box. A pair of sleek black ankle boots, shiny, real leather, a minimal heel to give you just a little bit of extra height, but small enough to keep the shoe androgynous and cool. This time, there was no extra goodie attached to the note, however, when you turned it in your hand, a sour, citrusy scent found your nose. The paper was doused in perfume. This time, when you read the note, a smile slowly but surely crept up onto your features.

Looking good. Now show them exactly who you are, pet.

You licked your lips in excitement, glancing up from your desk. Mrs Harkness office door was closed, her way of letting you know she wanted no disturbances right now.

However, you could hear that one Lorna Wu song playing behind the door, the smooth sound of a record player unmistakable. You were starting to get an idea of who might be behind your sudden gift shower.

By Friday, you had an almost entirely revamped closet, held in shades of violet, plum and indigo. Today, you wore a flowy, long sleeved shirt made out of what you were pretty sure was pure dyed silk, the amethyst earrings and a matching bracelet, the slacks that had started all of this. You looked stylish, young, professional. You looked like you weren't a second assistant, but editor of Runway, and you carried yourself through the hall like it too, dropping the leather jacket on your chair as you passed your desk. Jen looked up from her laptop when you came passed, giving you an impressed nod.

„I‘m gonna be honest, I didn’t think you had it in you.“

You let out a little snort, leaning against her desk. „Thanks Jen, you look great today too.“ She always did, of course. Jen had this game figured out like no other. No matter how much Mrs Harkness had to complain about her work ethic or her shitty handwriting or the coffee Jen bought her being just a little too sweet, not even the Wicked Witch of Runway could criticise Jennifer's style. But, if you were quite honest, you started to feel like you were holding up pretty well yourself. This morning when you‘d dropped off a new collection for the Archive, Lilia had pulled you into a tight hug, before introducing you to one of the photographers. She‘d never done anything of the sorts before. When you walked down the hallway, a binder or a bag of clothes or Agatha‘s lunch order in your hand, people greeted you, some even stepped out of the way now.

„So“, you flipped open your notebook, glancing at your To Do List for the day. „What does the afternoon look like for us?“

„I‘m dropping Nicky off at Alice‘s for his guitar practice.“ She explained, „And on the way back I‘ll stop by Gucci to pick up some samples. Agatha has calls until four, and expects her afternoon latte immediately after. Until then, you’re on phone duty.“ Jen gave you a small smile, and you dared to see pride on her face. „Nothing you can’t handle, superstar.“

That afternoon, you knocked at your bosses door no less than two minutes after she‘d finished her last call. You had a tray with her drink and a salmon cream cheese bagel, the mug still steaming as you peaked into the door.

„Coffee’s ready!“, you announced, ready to put the tray down and disappear again.

However, to your surprise, Agatha told you to come inside. You closed the door behind you, putting her order down on her desk before stepping away, feeling oddly exposed in the middle of the room like that.

You’d barely seen her all week, she was always either on the go but in a conference. But yesterday, as she had brushed past your desk, phone in hand as she’d once again yelled at Vidal about … something, you imagined that for the splinter of a second, she‘d winked at you in passing.

Now, Agatha‘s eyes dragged down your form, and for the first time this week, she genuinely smiled. Taking a sip of her latte, she gave you a satisfied nod.

„You may not look like a barista anymore, but I swear this stuff has been better since you started to do the coffee run.“

You caught your lower lip between your teeth. „Thank you, Mrs Harkness.“

Then, as you turned to leave, Agatha called out to you again.

„Wait up, pet.“

You froze, glancing over your shoulder back at her. There was an unreadable glimmer in her eyes, tainted lips curled into a small smirk. „Add whatever you like to drink to the order tomorrow. Use my card.“

You couldn’t help but gasp, smile so wide you quickly had to turn away, before she could see. This was entirely new. Coffee run meant a drink for Agatha, sometimes one for Lilia. Never for the assistants. Well, until now. „Thank you, Mrs Harkness.“

„Call me Agatha.“

„Of course, Agatha.“ Her name rolled off your tongue surprisingly easy, like it had always belonged there. You bit back a grin, feeling your stomach tighten. Her undivided attention felt like opiates in your system, made you feel like you were floating on clouds above the world. Like you wanted nothing else, ever again. It was dizzying.

„Come over here“, Agatha’s voice brought you back to reality. It was calm, and she nodded towards her desk, cluttered with notebooks, concept art and prior issues of the magazine. Every night before you left, you made sure to organise it, but over the course of just one day, Agatha always managed to restore the chaos.

Right now, she was getting off her seat, putting down her cup. To your surprise, she had foregone stockings today, bare skin under her deep purple, tight pencil skirt. The matching blazer was draped over the back of her chair, sleeves of her white shirt pushed up to her elbows. It was unusually casual, uncharacteristically human. It was intimate.

Your stomach did a little flip, stepping forward to stand in front of her desk as she had ordered. The quiet obedience gained you a satisfied little nod.

„You’ve been cleaning up quite well, pet.“

If you thought about it, you didn’t mind the pet name at all.

Praise from Agatha was a rare treat, if you believed Jen, it was near impossible. You played with the rings adorning your fingers, glancing down at the tips of your polished, shiny black boots.

Agatha paced around her desk in a slow circle, until she was standing right behind you. „Everything I’ve heard about you has been nothing but positive.“

Goosebumps rose on your skin. „Thank you, Mrs Harkness.“

She tutted. „I told you to call me Agatha.“

A warm hand grazed your hip, and you exhaled sharply at the touch. „And here I thought you were good at taking orders.“ She glanced at you over your shoulder, a mocking pout on her lips.

Her fingers curled around the silky fabric of your shirt for a mere moment before letting go again.

„Turn around.“ You spun around to face her without missing a beat.

Agatha‘s eyes dragged over your blouse, along your shoulders, your collarbones exposed by the silky fabric, dipping lower for just a moment. Your breath hitched.

She took a step forward, into your space. Instinctively, you took a step back. The air got sucked out of your lungs when you felt the desk press into the back of your legs. You were now caged in between Agatha‘s presence in front of you and her desk behind you.

Your boss seemed unbothered, her hand reaching out, running over the neatly folded collar of your shirt. You’d added the lapel pin to it, the silver reflecting in the blue of her eyes. You swallowed, and her glance focused on the movement of your throat.

„Gorgeous“, she murmured, and you weren’t sure what exactly she meant. You imagined you saw her lick her painted lips, but you weren’t sure. Either way, goosebumps tickled your arms, your chest, all over your skin.

Agatha’s index finger and thumb take your collar between them, silky, deep purple fabric running through her hold. You felt her gently tug on the fabric and your heart skipped a beat. The only thing you wanted was for her to touch your skin instead.

But then she spoke, and it took every fibre of your being to concentrate on her words.

„Ultra Violet, the Pantone Color of the Year in 2018“, her lips pursed into a dangerous, thin smile, „Do you know why that is?“

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she took another step closer. You swallowed hard, halfway sitting on her desk now, knees sliding apart automatically as she stepped between them. You didn’t stop her, just held still as she invaded your space. It was like there was electricity flimmering through the air.

“George Hobeika Fall 2017 Couture showcase. He comes to me with a collection of deep oranges and reds. Orange for fall? How original. I send him a note telling him to shove his off the rack bullshit back to where he must be hiding that visionary spirit he claims to have. The color of the paper?“ Her brows raised, blue eyes unreadable as she scanned your face expectantly.

„Ultra Violet“, you guessed, and the pleased curl of her lips has your heart almost beating out of your chest.

„Exactly“, she murmured, so close that you felt her breath on your face. „Ultra Violet. The colour of the standout dress of the show, the colour you saw on every Magazines front page for a full year after.“ She chuckled, tugging on your collar just the smallest bit. The upper button came undone. You didn’t stop her.

Agatha’s voice dropped. „I send Kale to buy office supplies once and the entire fashion industry bends over backwards for me.“

Her fingers let go of your blouse. Instead, her thumb hooked underneath your chin, tilting your head upwards. There was no escape to her intense eye contact now. Her voice was low, amused. She practically purred at you.

„And look at you, wearing my color, seven years later.“

She took another step towards you. Her hips pushed against yours now, and your hands found the surface of her desk behind you, pushing yourself upwards as she pinned you against it. Her body was warm against you, even through layers of expensive satin and velvet. It was only now that you noticed your blouse matched the colour of her skirt, of her blazer. Her rings were adorned with the same amethysts that dangled off your ears.

All the little gifts on your desk, every single item in your new, professional closet, they all had one thing in common. Ultra Violet. The colour of the Woman herself. Every single thing that made Jen green with envy or Lilia whistle impressed, they weren’t just gifts from a secret admirer who wanted to help you. They were territorial markings. They were hers. You were hers, visible to everyone’s eyes.

Blue eyes twinkled down at you in approval, the realisation written all over your face.

„My colour, all over you“, Agatha purred, her thumb dragging along your jaw, up towards your cheekbone, and then slowly towards your slightly parted lips. Her touch was gentle and you stopped breathing at the feeling, trying hard not to lean into the touch. But then, her hand found your hair, fingers curling into it, pulling you closer. Her other hand slipped around your waist, palm pressed firmly against your lower back. A familiar scent found your nostrils, sour and citrusy.

She was so close, you felt every single one of her words on your lips.

„You wear it so well.“

That was when the knot inside you snapped. All restraints, every last ounce of professionalism flew right out the window. Your eyes fell shut. It took barely a slight nudge of your chin to close the gap between you. Finally, your lips were on hers.

Agatha was firm against you. The sweetness of Charlotte Tilbury matte lipstick met your tongue, her painted lips creamy and soft against you. She kissed you with vigour, her hand firm on your lower back as she pushed you flush against her. She leaned forward, pushing you onto her desk with strong arms. Your shirt slipped off one shoulder and you let out a surprised squeal. Agatha took the opportunity and slipped her tongue between your lips. The faint bitterness of Espresso hit your tastebuds, her tongue dancing around you with the confidence of a leading dance partner.

Your hands found her shoulders as your back hit the surface of her desk, pulling her down with you. Holding onto her tightly as she stood between your legs, she kept you in place exactly where she wanted you with the hand in your hair.

A little moan escaped your lips, devoured immediately by her mouth against yours, and her teeth grazed over your swollen bottom lip.

Suddenly, the penetrant sound of a new notification cut through the air. On the other end of the desk, Agatha‘s phone lit up, vibrating once.

A part of you wanted to grab the damn thing and throw it out the window into the night, but you also wanted to keep your job. Now more than ever, actually.

So, as Agatha pulled away, adjusting her blazer as she did, you pulled your shirt back in place as well. But not with a frustrated little sigh, sitting up on her desk as she gave you a warning look with raised brows.

While you were still catching your breath, Agatha stepped around her desk casually, reaching for her phone before turning to the skyline behind her desk, New York City gleaming back at her in shades of Neon and Steel blue. The bright Purple Runway sign from above your building tainted the entire street in a faint violet light. Her mark was everywhere.

Agatha‘s brow creased as she typed into her phone.

„Before you go home, make a dinner reservation for two at the French Place at the Boulevard. 9 pm sharp. Message Nicky‘s babysitter to let her know I‘ll be late.“, she said matter of factly, and you scrambled for your notepad to write down everything she told you. Even your notepad was purple. How had you never noticed that until now?

„And remember to pick up your suit for Vidal‘s Gala before Saturday. You’re going to need a fitting.“ You tried to ignore the way your heart leaped in your chest. Your first event as her assistant, and she was taking you and only you!

“Oh, and Y/N,“ Your name on her lips was new, and it was exciting. You felt your chest flutter at the sound.

Agatha turned back around to look at you, the city lights illuminating her form. Her lipstick had smudged the slightest bit, but it did not ruin the image of perfection she was. If anything, it just made your stomach burn even hotter. Her eyes found yours and there was a twinkle in them, lips curled into a subtle smirk.

“You have Dinner at the French place on Boulevard at 9. There‘s an outfit waiting for you in the Archive.“

A knowing smirk tugged at your lips, raising a brow at her. „I must polish up nice to wear archived items.“

Agatha tutted, bright eyes twinkling. „You have been.“

[vortexbloom]

Little Rabbit ❆

(Part 1)

Pairing: Yandere Dottore x Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: Dottore, Yandere themes, forcing, spying, syringe, 1x curse word, obsessiveness (tell me if I forgot anything)

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Masterlist - Genshin Impact

Moodboards - Genshin Impact

Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

Boycott List

Little Rabbit ❆ (Part 2)

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

You slowly opened you eyes, realizing, that you’re not at home, but rather in a lab, tied to some kind of hospital bed.

The first thing you did was trying to free yourself from the bed, but of course, it was no use, since the ropes were way too tight.

Still trying to free yourself, you didn’t hear the door of the lab opening, being way too focused on your useless attempts.

"I see, the little rabbit finally decided to wake up, hm? But just so you know, you’re just wasting your energy."

Hearing the sudden voice, you stopped trying to free yourself. Finally seeing the man that was leaning against the wall, being amused at your little attempts.

Looking more clearly at the man, you finally realized who he was. It was Dottore, known as the Doctor and the second of the 11 Fatui Harbingers.

At first, you two just stared at each other for a few minutes. The staring situation felt a bit weird, so you decided to finally talk and break the silence.

"Why am I here?…"

Dottore just chuckled, clearly hearing the fear and nervousness in your voice.

"No need to be scared, little rabbit. After all, I would never do anything bad to you."

You rolled your eyes after getting that he was just mocking you. The situation you were in wasn’t the best, but you knew better than to show your fear.

"I‘m serious, why am I here?"

Dottore walked closer, now standing next to the hospital bed that you were tied to.

"Bold now, are we? I like that. But to finally answer that question of yours, you’re here because I specifically ordered some of the Fatui Soldiers to bring you to me."

"But why? I mean…..I know that you’re doing experiments on humans, but why would you specifically ask for me?"

Dottore just grinned wickedly and caressed your cheek with his gloved hand. His touch was surprisingly tender. Deciding to stay quiet, you waited for his answer.

"Let’s just say, I had my eyes on you for a while now. And to ease your worries, I‘m not gonna experiment on you, unless you want me to~"

You didn’t know if you should feel more nervous or feel better after hearing that he won’t experiment on you. After all, you knew better than to trust this Psychos words and fall for his tricks.

"You had your eyes on me? Have you been fucking spying on me?"

Dottore ignored your questions and decided to free you from the bed instead. After you got up, he finally started talking again.

"Yes, I did have my eyes on you for a while, after seeing you at the market for the first time. You piqued my interest, little rabbit. And no, I didn’t spy on you, it’s not like I‘ve got enough time anyway. I made some Fatui Soldiers do it for me instead."

You stepped back a bit, creating some distance between the two of you.

"Making others do the spying for you ain’t gonna make me feel better."

Dottore stepped a bit closer, being close enough to put his arms around your waist. Your breath hitched at the closeness.

"W-What‘re you doing? Get away from me, now."

You tried pushing him away, but it was no use, since he was physically stronger than you.

"You’re just wasting your energy, little rabbit."

Knowing that he was right, you stopped trying to push him away.

"What now, huh? What exactly do you even want from me?"

Dottores grip on your waist got a little bit tighter, to the point where it even hurt a bit.

"What I want? Well, I want you, little rabbit. I want you to be mine, completely and utterly mine. To be more clear, you’re gonna stay with me.

His answer was kinda unexpected and your brain was not braining at this point.

"What do you mean by that now? You can’t just expect me to leave my life behind and stay with you instead. And no, I‘m not gonna be yours."

Dottore pulls out a syringe and holds it near your neck, injecting you with some kind of liquid.

"Oh, little rabbit, who said that you’ve got a choice in the first place? But anyway, we‘re gonna talk about all of this after you wake up again. After all, there’s no use in explaining everything to you now, when you’re so panicked. Sleep well, little rabbit."

These were the last things you heard before falling into another slumber.

Should I make a Part 2?

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[pandorxxx]

Who’s side are you on?

For a better reading experience, listen to Too Late by Chase Atlantic.

[im clearly obsessed with chase Atlantic. Also, the song has nothing to do with the story, but that’s what I was listening to when I was editing this💀]

Neteyam(21) x omayicayan fem reader (20)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, slight daddy kink, breeding kink, oral, p in v, rough sex, cursing.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

Synopsis: Neteyam is mad about the recent incident with his brother and father. He confides in you, but you side with lo’ak. He doesn’t like that too much, and decides to teach you a lesson.

“Y/n I can’t do this shit anymore!” Your mate storms in with a look of rage. He throws his ionar (riders mask) to the ground with a loud hiss.

He paces the room with loud breaths, flexing his muscles with every inhale and exhale.

You stand slowly, walking towards him hesitantly as you have never seen him like this.

“What is the matter, Neteyam?” You ask calmly, palming his flexed bicep as he looks down at you with angry eyes.

“Lo’ak!! He almost got us killed today. I took responsibility for it as I always do, but I always end up getting punished, or scolded. I just cannot take it anymore” he yells as he starts pacing again.

He growls loudly before punching a hole into the hut wall. You jump slightly at the impact. He was scaring you. He’s been mad before, but never this mad.

He turns to look at your demeanor for a moment. Your breath hitched, lips slightly parted as you watch your mate go completely feral.

“ i-I’m sorry y/n…I don’t mean to scare you, I just get so mad at lo’ak. It’s like he does this shit on purpose. Why does he have to make everything so hard?” he says as he plops down on the cot with his head in his hands, rocking back and forth with low growls rumbling in his chest.

You are still scanning his demeanor, not knowing wether to run, stand still, or comfort him. As his mate, you chose the latter. You take a seat next to him on the cot as you place your delicate hand on his shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry this is happening to you, my love. Maybe you should just tell lo’ak how you feel about this situation. He is the younger brother, so he’s going to get into a lot of shit that you have to get him out of. That’s just how younger siblings are.” you say through shaky breaths, immediately regretting your statement.

He snaps his neck at you, anger behind his eyes. He sits up from his previous slouched position.

“Are you taking his side y/n? Please don’t tell me you’re taking his side. Don’t make me take my anger out on you.” He says through gritted teeth, poking you in your chest.

Your body heated up at his response. You push your thighs together slightly, breathing raggedy, as you tried so desperately to hide your nervousness. However, he noticed.

He stands up slowly, keeping eye contact with you. He shifts his body to the front of you as you still sit on the cot, looking up at him.

You couldn’t deny how much his anger turned you on. He looks down at you with a tilted head, and a dark glare.

“Teyam, I didn’t mean t-“ you were cut off as you tried to touch him, and he immediately slapped your hand away.

“No…you meant what you said” he leans down, slowly pushing his fist into the cot on either sides of your thighs. He is now nose to nose with you as he glared at you. Nothing but anger and lust in his eyes.

“And I meant what I said, I’m going to ruin you.” He growls before standing back up, towering over you as you sit on the cot.

“I‘ve had a very long day, and you’re going to make it better…on your knees, now.” He says as he palms his hard cock through his loincloth.

You oblige as you scramble to get on your knees in-front of him. You look up at him with a frightened gaze, but he couldn’t care less.

He looks down at you as he takes his loincloth off. His hard cock springs out causing you to jump slightly.

You just stare at it for a moment, admiring the precum oozing out of the tip. A harsh grab to your throat broke your trance.

“Don’t piss me off. You know exactly what to do.” He says through gritted teeth as you whimper under his grasp.

“now suck it…” he says as he pushes your head down onto his thick shaft.

You squeal as your nose touched his pubic bone. You push on his thighs to try and back up a little, but it was no use. He had a grip on your braids so tight, you couldn’t blink.

“No…you talk too much, so let me shut you the fuck up!” he says through gritted teeth as he starts to bob your head back and forth on his cock. He throws his head back in bliss

Tears start to well in your eyes from how deep he was. He was touching the back of your throat. You were on the verge of choking on him.

“Ohhhh fuck, look at you. Choking on my cock.” He laughs as he takes himself out of your mouth to let you catch your breath.

You let out a loud gasp, as you are finally able to breath. There is a line of spit connecting your bottom lip and his cock. Your eyes were puffy and red, as tears threatened to fall on your reddish cheeks.

“Teyam, pl-please, I c- can’t” you plead through heavy breaths.

“You think you can’t take this? Wait until I’m balls deep in that tight little pussy of yours.” he growls as he lets your head go with a slight push, causing you to fall back.

He gets down to the ground with you, now in between your legs. He rips your loincloth off with such force that it burns you.

“Teyam!!! PLEASE!” you scream.

He gets all of your clothing off easily. He leans back and admires your body before he completely destroys it.

“This will teach you not to side with anyone other than me” he says as he connects his thumb to your sensitive clit. He rubs in slow circular motions that drive you insane.

You let out a soft moan as your back arched off of the hut floor.

“Talk to me babygirl, do you want more?” He asks as he watches you squirm under his simple touch.

You start to feel your high approaching already, shaking and eyes rolling back. “Neteyam! Fuck I’m cumming! It’s too much!!!” you whine as you come undone under the boys touch.

“Already, baby?” He chuckles “Wait until I fuck you senseless. Is that what you want?” He asks, tilting his head at you as you try to catch your breath.

“Mhmm!!” You nod with your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him.

“No I need words babe…” he says as he lines up his throbbing cock with your soaking wet cunt, gently massaging your clit with the tip. The friction is enough to make you come undone for the second time. That’s just the power he had over you.

You moan at the sensation, gripping his arm.

He looks at you as he slaps his cock on your pussy to get your attention. He chuckles at how delirious you were. He just knew you would be an absolute mess on his cock.

“Y/n…tell me what you want babe!” he grabs your face lightly to get you to look at him.

“Please fuck me. I wanna feel you so bad daddy” you whine.

His eyes widen at the name. He’s never seen you so hot and bothered before. He finally pushes his hips into you slowly.

“Daddy huh? I like that.” he smirks as he shoves the rest of his cock into you. His hand now lightly wrapped around your neck as he starts to move slowly.

You were practically screaming at the sensation. You wanted him to speed up, but you also needed to adjust to his size.

“ I-I….FUCK! I- can’t!” you stutter on your words in between heavy breaths.

“you can’t what baby?” He says picking up the pace and tightening his grip on your neck causing you to bite your lip.

“You feel so fucking good! I can’t take it! Please I-“ you moan as your eyes roll back, jaw practically on the ground. You hit his arm repeatedly as an attempt to tap out, but he didn’t care.

“You gotta take it! I’m gonna fuck you until you learn how to listen, and shut the fuck up. You’re supposed to take my side. No on else’s!” He growls as his head falls back, and eyes shut tightly.

“SHIT!” You yell sharply as you cover the hand that is choking you out. Eyes completely shut, you feel that familiar knot in your stomach again.

He watches your face contort as he pants, his high approaching him quickly. From your moaning to the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his cock, he was about to come undone as well.

“Mmmm…fuck this.” He growls as he pulls out of you, flipping you over on all fours. He pulls your hips up to his pelvis as he pushes your head down on the ground. He admires the view for a moment before you knock him out of his trance.

“Neteyam!! I need you...please!” You plead with him as the emptiness you’re feeling starts to irritate you.

He grips your ass as he slides back into you with ease. You let out a loud moan as he starts to move.

“You feel sooo…fucking….good” you whine in between thrusts, looking back at him. His eyes glued to your ass as he slaps it hard. He lifts you up by your hair as he pounds you. Tears fill your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“I know baby, i know. I’m almost done with you, i promise.” He pushes you down to face the floor, hovering over it due to his tight grip on your hair. He was hitting your sweetspot in this angle, causing your orgasm to build up again.

He wrapped his arm around your stomach to feel his cock poking through it with each thrust. He was practically in your chest.

“Do you feel that baby? Do You feel my cock in your womb?” He whispers lowly in your ear causing you to moan louder than you already were. His words were making you melt under him, and he knew it.

“Mhmmm!! I feel you teyam!! Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!!” You scream to let him know you were close.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock, ok baby?” He says softly through his low grunts.

“o-ok daddy! Shittt I’m cumming!!!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you shake violently, clenching around his cock.

He thrusts in and out of you sloppily as his high slowly approaches.

“Yeahhh just like that baby, I’m about to give you the next mighty warrior. You ready?” He growls as he throws his head back.

“Mhmm I’m ready, teyam!!!” you yell, gripping his arm from behind.

That was enough to send him over the edge. He grunts loudly as he paints your walls. Thrusting in and out of you slowly, riding out his high.

You both moan at the feeling of him pulling out of you. He watch’s his cum leak out of your glistening cunt with a dark grin. He slaps your ass once more causing you to yelp.

“Have you learned you lesson?” he says with a grin, massaging your slit with his swollen tip.

“Yes neteyam. I won’t side with anyone else, i promise.” You pant, trying desperately catching your breath.

“Yeah, that’s what the fuck I thought, baby…”

This has been in my notes for a while, but I hated it ngl. I was re-reading, and decided to edit it alittle, now it’s muchhhhh better😮‍💨. This is just alil sum sum to hold y’all, because I have work soon🙄. Anywayssss love y’all, ttyl🫶🏽!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[bravo4iscool]

i‘ve been asked to give this little ‚false signs‘ thing a happy ending and while i believe that i can‘t do that since this piece of work from me is a little too personal and based on real events (lol) i want to give you a kind of ‚ending‘ nevertheless.

people i thought might want to be tagged - @samthereader1 @alittlejudgemental @lilliumrorum

(masterlist | false signs masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

it was the evening of the marine ball and well, you weren‘t going. you decided so the very second simon told you he‘s got someone else. perhaps it was childish but he hurt your feelings and you couldn‘t just ignore the way your heart shattered to pieces.

so, you sat in front of your tv, watching the lastest season of bridgerton (please don‘t blame me guys, i‘m OBSESSED with this series😭) and nibbling at a bottle of water. it was safe to say that you were surprised when there was a knock on your door.

you scrambled to your feet and walked over to your door, opening it. „simon,“ your hand tightens around your door knob, your knuckles turning white. „what are you doing here?“

„‘taking you t‘the ball,“ he simply says with a slightly tilted head. „why‘re y’not ready?“ he wants to know, pushing himself past you into your flat. he turns around, eying you. „get ready.“

you stare at him for a second before you close the door. „no.“

„what ‘no‘?“ he frowns.

you plant your hands on your hips „i said no, simon.“

„but why?“

„because i am tired of being the second choice, alright?“ you try not to spit it into his face, balling your hands into fists beside you. „i don‘t want your pity simon! i don‘t want to only be considered because you feel guilty!“ you take a deep breath and try to calm down.

he searches for your eyes and takes a step in your direction. „you‘re not-“ he starts but you raise your hands to stop him.

„don‘t try to talk yourself out of it now. you‘re making it worse. i‘ve accepted the fact that i won‘t be someone’s number one but i don‘t need a constant reminder of it. you wouldn‘t have thought of me if i hadn‘t mentioned it at all, i want it to stay that way. just leave me alone, okay?“

he doesn‘t want to leave you alone. he wants to- he doesn‘t know what he wants…

„but-“

you sigh and massage the bridge of your nose. „leave simon, please. take her to the ball and be happy. i‘m fine.“ you know you‘re lying to yourself but you always have done it, no? lying to yourself, manipulating yourself… it‘s all you know.

he doesn‘t know what to say at that. he keeps still and eyes you. he knows he fucked up; he can see it your eyes and he hates himself for it.

„i‘m sorry,“ he says before he strides over to you to take you in his arms. „‘m sorry…“

you relax into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. „don‘t be. it‘s…alright.“

[hopefullyyoursmcg]

Hii!! 🤖 Anon here (sorry I’ve not been active😭)

I‘ve been thinking about which Batboy would make the most sense to be the Baby daddy and to be honest I have no clue.

I think in a way it could all fit and make sense really.

For instance:

Dick has always tried to have some sort of connection with Routine!Reader, an perhaps it was never really in a sibling way because of the distance between them both.

Jason and Routine!Reader weren’t even raised at the same time within the manor, and by the time they met properly she was already past the age of wanting any connections.

Tim already had pre-existing obsessive tendencies surrounding her, from what I can tell, and probably has had the most interactions with her due to their similarities.

But I’d love to know what you think! I really loved your response to my previous ask about these three being romantic yanderes in this fic because I think there’s so much potential that should be explored by writers because, to a point, some of these platonic fics just seem so repetitive. Let’s change up the dynamics a bit y’know?

Ok good news, I put up a poll and it looks like you will still get some Romantic batboys.

Now let's get into the romantic potential of the batboys.

Now first of all, as Rountine! reader did not grow up anywhere near the three boys(because one was busy, one was dead and the other was doing his own thing until the actual moment they meet) or she was just at the time where she couldn't give a damn.

Dick, as you said, couldn't really grow close to the reader due to not spending time with her when they were younger. However, when he was trying to be better and be close to the growing family, routine!reader just didn't want to be near him. She did not look annoyed, nor did she look angry, she just looked at him like he was nothing. In the past when Routine Reader was at a family dinner(which she didn't want to be there) Dick would try to talk to her, but she gave him nothing. Now thinking about how dick actually realizes it is a whole new battle. I like to believe that he would realize what his feeling is while he's trying to sleep and all he can think of is Routine! reader's cold face staring at him.

Now as I said many times before, Jason was dead when she was brought in. But they meet after his vengeance arc, at the manor library. Now reader and Jason were neutral with each other at first because Reader at that point had the mindset of "if they don't care about me, I don't care about them" and Jason just wanted the new books that Alfred told him about, but that didn't mean he didn't stop and stare. Now after feeding Jason some extra pork chops you had cooked, that's when the feelings started to show. Jason, to put it lightly, is a fucked up guy. Who wouldn't be after what he went through? And fucked up guys, do fucked up things. For example, he wouldn't leave you alone unless you cooked him something, and even if you still didn't cook for him, he would stare at you, no matter what you were doing. Jason's feelings for Rountine! reader aren't normal romantic, but I like to think that one of the main components in his feelings towards reader is how reader cooks. On the very rare occasion when Jason gets reader to cook for him, as he watches them cook, it kinda heals him? Does that make sense? Like he's just sitting there waiting to be fed, and it just feels normal and quiet.

Tim's obsession with the reader came from wanting to research reader and how she thinks. Basically like a lab rat. And you are right when you said she had more of an interaction with him. As both of them during their early teen years, grew up together in the manor. But it wouldn't be until maybe a year after he became Robin that he met Rountine!reader in the kitchen. As time passes on, the more private research Tim has done about the reader. Which is a very small folder of nearly nothing. Besides her full name, date of birth, a list of friends, and other small things, that was pretty much it. Every so often if he has the time, he tries to find something new about Routine! reader, which is nearly impossible she doesn't even have any social media accounts. Tim sees Rontine!reader as a perfect puzzle, and he want figure out how she ticks.

(hope ya like it 🤖)

[famouslysleepy]

@sarnai4 love how your Ares didn’t care for his trial at all, he rather be a home watching the game

textless version under readmore

yall don’t know but i have been near obsessed Ares for like months like real talk

I‘ve sketching and doodling in my sketchbooks for months trying to come up with a design for this guy, but until this recent break i have had no time to pin down a design!!

I wanted to draw him so bad but I had no good design ideas for months!! I was stuck in artblock hell ah but rejoice my artblock is seemingly come to an end at least for the time being

[yunohawkeye]

Donkey Kong cuddle headcanons

Yes, I‘ve watched the new Mario movie.

Yes, I‘m a little obsessed with some of the caracters.

Is my main obsession Donkey Kong? - No, but for some reason my brain decided to be creative when it comes to him.

90% of the time he‘ll be the big spoon, most definitely because of the massive size difference between you two and his desire to make you feel safe - he doesn‘t train as much as he does for nothing after all

The few times you tried to change it up you felt more like a backpack than his partner

Most of the time it‘s you laying on top of him or sitting in his lap

Depending on the mood there are two kinds of cuddles

Either Donkey Kong is in a playful mood and you‘ll end up being teased and tickled while he‘s keeping you in his arms

Feel free to get back at him though, while he dishes out a lot he can‘t really take it. As soon as you tickle him back he‘ll be the one begging for mercy in less than a minute

But sometimes it‘s one of those very intimate times where he doesn‘t put on his macho persona and just melts into you

He‘ll hide his head in your neck while hugging you tightly and relaxes when you let your fingers dance through his fur, talking about what‘s been bothering him, mostly involving another rejection from his father

There‘s no teasing, no smirks and winks coming your way and his voice isn‘t as boisterous

Even with his massive frame, during those times he seems so weak and timid as he‘s enveloping you in his arms, being so careful as if you‘re made of porcelain

Those are the times that really solidify your relationship, he doesn‘t show this side to just anyone. The only one that has ever seen him like this once was Diddy Kong - by pure accident

But no matter if he‘s going through some tough times, he‘s a very cuddly ape so expect to be caged in his arms for quite a bit - maybe get a good book to read

He doesn’t seem like it but he‘d also love if you could read it to him

Cuddling together and listening to you has become one of his favorite pastimes and is a very good way to get his mind off things because deep down he‘s a very big cuddle bug

[tys-kitty]

Hi can you recommend fluffy kittyfics please? im struggling

Let me tell you my dear friend that I‘ve also been rereading the same fan fictions all over again! (Please do your magic, fanfic writers!🥹)

And of course I have some recommendations! (Sorry that it took me so long to reply)

Beware the following contains a bit of smut!

I hope you like these because I‘m absolutely obsessed! If you need any more recommendations, let me know :) (I have a few more heheh)

If any of the lovely writers see this and want to be tagged, please just let me know! <33

[megisonika]

So I‘ve recently been obsessed with Cyn from Murder Drones, just her, literally nobody else xD So I did this Fanart today- and yesterday

After watching the last episode I was blown away and ever since I can’t really stop thinking about her. She‘s such a silly robot 💛

Defo recommend the series, it’s only 8 episodes, but they are hitting you hard!! Also I do like V & Doll as well, but as soon as Cyn joined into the lore, my whole attention was on her xD and goddamn, the music at the end fight!!! AAAAA!!! Can’t wait for the official release of that song!

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Please do not copy, edit, trace, use or share my art anywhere at any time for any reason, thank you!!

This art belongs to me, I don’t give permission for AI to use it!!!

[setokaibassoulmate]

Newest Kaiba haul!💙 I‘m so OBSESSED with the new big Kaiba plush! He‘s so soft and his rosy cheeks🥺 I also got the new Kaiba and Blue-Eyes Loppi/HMV goods!!🩵 I also got a big blanket with Kaiba and Blue-Eyed White Dragon and a clear file with Kaiba, Yami and Joey that I‘ve been on the look out for☺️

[bettsfic]

Hi, Betts! Apologies if you‘ve already answered something of the sort before, I tend to forget that tumblr exists for a few months every once in a while, so I‘m not super up to date with all the topics you‘ve previously discussed! But. I‘ve been writing fics for a couple of years now and, after getting medicated for my adhd, I‘ve also established a pretty reliable and enjoyable system to finish the (long) fic projects I start! However, every time I try to work on something original, I usually tap out after 5-10k words. The excitement, the itch, the brainrot, the daydreaming, it‘s all there but I just lose my motivation at a certain point. Part of it is that creating and writing original characters is incredibly challenging. I‘m using to having a solid base when I write fic characters so it makes sense that having to come up with that base all by myself is new and slightly overwhelming, but ok, I already have ideas to deal with that. However, there is also the fact that I *know* my original stories won’t see the light of day for a hot while — not like my fics that I get to share on ao3 — and that kills my ends up killing my motivation more often than not… I think! Some of my friends and mutuals have offered to beta/read my original stories, so that could help, but since I‘m here writing this, I still haven’t found that push to properly work on my original wips. (Also, I feel like my original writing style is just 10x worse than my fic style… but maybe that‘s just the normal new project bad kind of writing?) I was wondering if you have dealt with something similar and whether you have any tips and tricks to convince myself that my original wips are fun and worth the effort too? Love your advice and your fics :3

when you've written fanfic for a long time, there's one creative muscle that can atrophy, and that's building parameters. in fanfic, the most ridiculous, far fetched AU is still grounded in some way by the text it's responding to. you're playing a game that more or less already has rules. but in original fiction, you have to write the rules before you can play the game. a lot of times that means you write an entire book to figure out the book you're trying to write, and then you rewrite the book.

i almost always come to a grinding halt at about 10k of any original project because that's how long it takes me to find the parameters of the inciting incident. and once i have the parameters, i start over. usually there's one or two paragraphs i keep and which end up guiding the rest of the project. sometimes the parameters are never set and i have to set the whole thing down until a solution comes to me, which can take months or years.

as for external validation/motivation, if you can find a couple good cheerleaders who will read chapters as you finish them and who get invested in the story you're writing, i find that can offer a simulacrum of the immediate satisfaction of posting/updating a fic. i had to have cheerleaders through my first two original novels. i can motivate myself now and don't need them anymore, but lacking them does make writing original work a very lonely endeavor. but if you have good cheerleaders, do whatever you can to keep them. buy them little trinkets, send them birthday cards, kiss them on the mouth. because that kind of friendship and dedication can be such a rarity in the grand scheme of things.

and as always, writing is an endurance sport. it can take years to build up the patience, discipline, and drive to write a novel. even if it doesn't feel like it, getting down a bunch of false starts is still progress. like chess, it's good to know your opening moves, and that initial 5-10k of parameter-building goes waaaaay faster when you know you're going to scrap it anyway. all you're looking for in those early words is that one paragraph that turns the ignition. and once you're on the road and headed in a direction, there's no better feeling than seeing your word count go up and getting obsessed with your own world and characters.

[dlea203]

Thanks for the tag, my dear @goddesspharo 🤍!

Last song: Carry you home by Alex Warren - obsessed! I‘m listening to it on a loop🤭.

Favorite color: don‘t really have one, tbh… I used to love blue as a kid, but I don‘t have a specific favorite anymore. For clothes, I love to wear earthy/natural colors or occasionally a burgundy red☺️.

Last book: The story of Pa Salt by the late Lucinda Riley and Harry Whittaker. I finished the whole Seven Sisters series this fall. I‘ve learned so much about self-discovery and how important it is to always surround yourself with people who feel like home.

Last movie: Mission: Impossible II - don‘t ask me why, I just felt like rewatching it😂…

Last TV-show: Probably old episodes of The Rookie, but I can‘t remember for sure.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Depends on my mood and cravings, I like all of them☺️.

Relationship status: Single (currently getting to know a very nice young man, but it‘s been so hectic we haven‘t had the time to meet up yet).

Last thing I googled: „The story of Pa Salt“ because I forgot what the name of Lucinda Riley‘s son was (who finished writing the book after his mother passed away in 2021).

Current obsession: Probably F1 and watching alpine skiing (as always in winter😉).

Looking forward to: Attending the Lauberhorn downhill race on saturday with the girls from the gymnastics club. Hopp Schwiiz🇨🇭!

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[visucene]

woke up to find out they finally cancelled the yuri on ice movie.

HOW do you even fumble an award winning series that exploded in popularity this badly??? i‘m serious. i need to know what went on behind the scenes like?? it was such a good original concept. i barely watch anime and yet i‘m still obsessed with yoi.

i‘ve been waiting for that movie for 6 years…. and i guess we‘ll never get a second season either. and this makes yuri not winning gold all the more bitter honestly.

at least the fandom is still somewhat ((barely)) alive so i don’t have to scream into the void complaining about this :,)