#i'll work on the actual answer to your questions shortly

[oracle-of-dream]

Bad Habit

Summary: Jiwoong's your partner in class studying bad habits. You happen to chew on the inside of your mouth and bite your nails. It's not healthy! He feels compelled to find a new way to help you.

Warnings: Male Reader, Jiwoong is a caring man, Finger/Hand fetish, Finger Sucking, Hair Pulling, Oral Fixation, Blowjob, Cum-swallowing

Wordcount: 2.5k

It's been a habit you've had for a long time. Maybe even since you were a kid. Any time you felt stressed out, you naturally started grinding your teeth. It felt like your brain was running out of air, your ears buzzed, and you couldn't think straight unless your mouth was occupied. After a while, it changed to chewing gum, sucking on lollipops, biting your nails... whatever you needed, to keep your brain running. It was just so relaxing.

The clouds looked so fluffy today. You chewed on your index finger while letting your mind wander.

"Y/n, your assigned partner is... Jiwoong." Your professor's voice snapped you back to reality.

Looking around the room for context clues on the topic, you noticed everyone was sitting in pairs. Talking to one another, and discussing plans.

A man by the window stared at you, his dark eyes locked with yours as he smiled. He waved you over and you took your bag to sit by him. "I'm Jiwoong. We'll be partners for a while for the project. Do you get everything that's happening?" He asked with a soft smirk.

You hated partner work. It complicated things, and you didn't even know the topic. And this Greek statue of a man was your partner–it smelled like you would be doing it all alone anyway. "No, I missed the explanation. I'll go and ask the teacher."

Jiwoong shook his head. "No need. I can explain it to you." Jiwoong explained the entire project idea with amazing clarity– as if he had written the assignment himself. It was a simple experiment to study bad habits. Each group was meant to learn about their partner and identify a bad habit and ways they can try to prevent it.

"Oh, that's super simple. What's your bad habit, Jiwoong?"

Jiwoong chuckled. "I thought we were supposed to learn about each other. Where's the fun if I just tell you the answer?"

"What do you suggest instead?"

"How about lunch? You can learn a lot about a person over a meal." Jiwoong started packing his bag. You followed him, packing your back, and walking to the campus cafeteria.

You tried to study him while walking, but he gave nothing to work with. It was time for a different approach. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"I work out," He said shortly.

"Favorite foods?"

"I like fruits, mostly the sour ones."

"Um... fears?"

"Next question."

You continued asking general questions until you sat at the table across from him. It was beginning to irritate you how nonchalant he was being. The static in your brain started taking over, the rising sound of ringing in your ears. Before you could enjoy your food, you started chewing on your chopsticks. The feeling of rolling your tongue over and around the cold metal soothed you in an instant.

"Y/n?" Jiwoong called.

"Mmh?" You mumbled as you looked over your food, deciding what to eat first.

"Actually, never mind." Jiwoong picked up his utensils and started eating with you.

You tried to study Jiwoong while he ate, but he was still perfect. An impeccable wall, with not a single crack. Meanwhile, Jiwoong studied you back with sharp eyes that occasionally met yours. Eventually, figuring out the other got boring and you let your mind wander again. Going over what else you had to do after lunch. Go to another class, study for a few hours, and then you have to stop at the store to get food for dinner.

Unconsciously, your hand scratched your chin. But instead of putting your hand back down, your thumb found its way to your lips. Your lips parted and you started chewing on your nail.

Jiwoong sucked on his teeth. "Don't bite your nails. It's not healthy for you."

You obediently put your hand down. "Whatever," you mumbled. You continued with your meal, occasionally glancing at Jiwoong and catching him closely watching your hands. You ate your meal but somehow you ended up biting your nail again.

Jiwoong stood and grabbed your hand, his eyes coated with a hint of irritation. "Don't bite them," He warned. "Or is this your bad habit?" Jiwoong smirked at you as he shook your hand in his.

"I guess it is."

"So, now we're supposed to find a way for you to break that habit." Jiwoong went through his bag and pulled out a lollipop. "Just suck this instead, okay? I read before that the best way to break that habit is to do something else."

You took the candy from him to see the flavor. "Is this butterscotch? Who eats this?" You tossed it back to him.

"It was just a random flavor, I didn't specifically pick that one. Just eat it." Jiwoong unwrapped it and pressed it to your lips, leaning over the table to reach you. You turned your head, which forced Jiwoong to hold you by your chin and guide the candy to your lips. He was soft when handling you. Holding your chin up so you were looking at him as his thumb brushed against your lips. Your lips parted for a moment and he seized the opportunity to slide into the opening. Just for a moment, Jiwoong's finger passed into your mouth and then left. His eyes were tender but piercing and you felt something inside you snap...

Jiwoong let you go and sat down. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so pushy–I was just trying to–"

"It's fine... I have to go. I'll see you around." The words spilled out of your mouth quickly as you scooped your belongings and rushed out of the cafeteria, your mouth filling with saliva as you did.

You could only make it to the bathroom before spitting into the sink. Your skin ran hot in waves, almost pulsing. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see Jiwoong's face holding you as his hands slipped into your mouth. Locked in a stall, you tried to calm down but the candy wasn't helping. Even biting your nails wasn't good enough anymore. You sat on the toilet, closed your eyes, and put your fingers on your lips. You saw Jiwoong looking at you with so much care as his fingers pushed into your mouth, letting you suck on them. He moved his long fingers making you gag as he held you by your neck–he wouldn't let you back away from him. Your body twitched and squirmed as your brain went black. Softly, you started humming, then moaning as you felt pleasure from your mouth being occupied. Less than a minute of this made you finish in your pants, you breathed heavily as you returned to reality.

You were sitting in the bathroom. Fingers dripping, lips swollen, and a dark spot in your pants that couldn't show how messy it was in there.

You cleaned yourself up, had to use your bag to cover your crotch, and left the bathroom. After a few minutes, you could feel an itch at the back of your throat. No matter how many times you coughed or rubbed your throat, it wouldn't go away. By the time you got home, it was unbearable. Drinking something cold or hot and eating cough drops. Nothing was working... Until you had an idea. Slowly, you put your index finger in your mouth and started to suck on it. The itch stopped and your head was at peace again. But anytime you stopped, the itch wouldn't stay gone for long.

Were you really that much of a freak? You couldn't focus unless something was in your mouth. You had to buy more candy that night to try and calm yourself, but you barely slept. At all. And the next morning was even worse, even your fingers weren't doing the trick anymore. You needed something longer to touch the back of your throat, to itch it directly. But your gag reflex would stop you from pushing anything too far... You needed someone to scratch it for you.

You struggled through the school day. Every minute felt like an hour. But you just needed to see him again, to ask for help...

When your psychology class came, you booked it into the classroom. Jiwoong was there before you and smiled at you walking in. Your body's immediate reaction was to start salivating as if it knew what would come. You approached Jiwoong as calmly as you could, trying to drink down as much spit as you could before speaking.

"Jiwoong, about yesterday–"

"I really am sorry about that. I shouldn't have been so forceful with you."

"No! I'm really not offended."

Jiwoong chuckled. "Well if you're sure. Just let me know if I can do anything to make it up to you, I just feel bad."

Your brain rang in alarm. This was your chance. "I–uhm, actually do have something you can help me with."

His eyes brightened. "Sure, anything."

"Can you come with me for a bit? Now?" You tried to contain yourself but the way you said "now" was almost like a moan. Jiwoong nodded and followed you out of the classroom. You led him down a few hallways until you found a secluded spot.

"What's wrong? Is it bad?"

You nodded. Struggling to keep it together. You picked up Jiwoong's hand before speaking, "I-I need a serious favor."

"Say it."

Your face burned with embarrassment with the words that came out of your mouth, "Can I please suck on your fingers?"

The silence was deafening. You stood there, unable to look at his face, waiting for his eventual judgment. But it never came–Jiwoong moved his hand to your lips. "Do I need to do anything specific?"

"You'll let me!?"

Jiwoong nodded. "I said I'd make it up to you. So, sure."

You couldn't hold it back anymore. You didn't waste another moment as you closed your eyes and took two of Jiwoong's fingers into your mouth. You pushed as far down as possible, gagging immediately as your body shook. You felt Jiwoong pull his hand away, maybe out of fear for your safety, but you opened your eyes to look at him. You silently begged for more.

Jiwoong moved his fingers back into your mouth, making your eyes roll. It felt so much different when he moved on his own.

You pulled off completely, swallowing a deep breath first. "C-Can you... do it?"

"D-Do what?" Jiwoong's eyes were wide as he watched your every move.

"Please... can you help me?"

"Just tell me what to do."

"Can you take control a bit? You can stop, but I can't do it alone."

Jiwoong smiled, cupping your cheek. "Okay, I can. If that's what you need, I'll do it. My way." Jiwoong fixed his stance before you, his energy completely switching. "Kneel for me," He commanded.

Slowly you knelt and looked up at him.

"Oh, that's perfect." He stroked your cheek again before putting his two fingers on your lips. "Open." You shivered at receiving the order as your mouth wrapped around his fingers. Jiwoong held the back of your head with his other hand and pushed you forward. His fingers pushed into your mouth as your tongue wrapped around them. They tasted sweet, like sugar, and were so soft. Jiwoong played with your tongue, stroked the roof of your mouth, and looked deep into your eyes the whole time. His chest rose sharply as he gripped your head tighter, his breath loud and ragged. "Y/n, stop for a second," He pulled you off him, leaving you gasping for air.

"Why? Please, don't stop–I'm not finished." You begged, almost crying from the absence.

"I know... I need help too." Jiwoong pushed your head toward his crotch, gently asking. "Can you help me too? It'll be good for us both." Sucking his fingers was the only thing you'd thought about. But now Jiwoong was offering something else... From what you could see from the bulge in his pants–he's huge.

You nodded slowly. "Please, let me suck it."

Jiwoong unbuckled his pants and let his cock out of his underwear. It slapped against your face. It was heavy and warm. It smelled clean with a hint of sweat. He tapped it on your face a few times before he pulled on your hair. "Open... Please." You could hear Jiwoong straining, trying to keep himself from being too rough with you.

You gently opened your mouth and went to reach for his cock. Jiwoong swatted your hand away. “No hands, just–let me.” Jiwoong slapped his cock on your tongue. “You’re so cute… It’s almost bigger than your face. Lick it, baby.” Your tongue darted out, giving small kitten licks, precum salty and sticky on the stiff muscle. Jiwoong’s jaw clenched as you swirled your tongue around the tip, then licked along his shaft slowly. “Very good,” He mumbled. “Just like that, keep going.”

Your spit dripped down his cock as you licked, almost choking on your spit as you climbed up it.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” Jiwoong grunted. You nodded gently, eyes begging for more. Jiwoong pushed into your mouth, cock heavy on your tongue as the tip hit your throat. “So wet–” He started moving, listening for your moans as the vibrations traveled up his cock. Every touch of the back of your throat hit the spot perfectly. You gagged, but with Jiwoong holding you there was no way to pull away. “Brace yourself.” Jiwoong started speeding up, now both hands were holding your hand as he moved your head on his cock in time with his thrusts. Your throat bulged as his length dove down your throat. You twitched and shook at the sensation overload. Jiwoong didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

He grunted at every thrust, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Sorry–” His next apology was cut off by his orgasm crashing over him. His cum spilled into your throat, while his cock was still deeply invested in you, forcing you to swallow. “Take it… Every drop,” Jiwoong grunted as he pulled his cock from between your lips and took a good look at you. Red, teary love-struck eyes, swollen lips, breathing heavily. You enjoyed every second of it and couldn’t feel the itch anymore. Finally, you could think soundly. Then the thought of what just happened crept into your mind.

“Jiwoong, I…”

Jiwoong looked around while slipping his cock back into his pants. “We should get out of here.”

“About that, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t get rid of that feeling and I needed something…”

Jiwoong helped you to your feet. “I needed you too,” He kissed you, tasting himself on your lips. “And if you need assistance regularly, I can do that.”

You nodded. “I’d like that… A lot.”

Jiwoong’s hand slid down your stomach, “And, I can even repay you for–” Jiwoong’s eyes widened as his hand reached your crotch. “Did you cum already?” You slowly nodded. “You need some extra pants? I have my gym pants in my bag.”

“Yeah… if you don’t mind.”

[thebadwritingofvivziepop]

Empathy is about being nice to those who are 100% like you, according to Vivziepop

Ok, it's a stretch, but I feel a pattern here about her characters who are "good people on the inside"…or like Vivziepop would joke: "Have good…inside of them" (ok, now that the cringy joke is done we can move to the point)

Angel "I only care about you if Valentino is here" Dust

I haven't noticed it until someone pointed this problem out in a review that I was watching on Hazbin Hotel.

But in episode 6, the episode where Charlie wants to prove to the Heavens that the Hotel work, has a…let's just say something questionable.

Ok, the episode is full of questionable scenes, but I wanna focus on a certain scene that many people pointed out.

The rape of Sir Penteius.

Everyone pointed out the obvious problem: we had episode 4 that wanted us to take Angel Dust problem with Valentino very seriously, but then in this episode we have to watch Sir Penteius getting gang raped and we're supposed to laugh at it (which is one of the reasons why morality in hell doesn't make sense).

Charlie literally doesn't look like she gives a crap about seeing one of her clients getting gang raped in her hotel, she doesn't even ask him how he feels once she's back in hell or finding those who did this to him. Why? Because it's a "funny scene" and we're supposed to laugh at watching a guy getting raped.

It's kind of funny when we consider that in the exact same episode Angel comes back at the hotel hurt because Val made him "work" for 16 hours straight and is treated as something funny.

And remember: Angel still is with Val because Charlie doesn't want to punish Valentino because it would have been mean, and yet she has no problem at fighting angels… (have I told you how much I hate Charlie in this show? Charlie from the pilot would have never let Angel still be with Valentino).

But then something else happens. Angel sees Nifty running towards Val and stops her (even if technically Val wasn't doing anything to her).

Angel Dust gets punched by Val for trying to stand up and protecting Nifty and this for Charlie is enough to say to the angels "see? He can be redeemed!"

Now, I'm gonna break this down to you.

Adam shouldn't have responded with, "Then why isn't he in Heaven, then?" He should have responded with, "Why didn't he help the other guy who got dragged into a gang rape?!"

Because remember, Angel Dust saw that!

He saw Sir Penteius getting dragged into a room and getting gang raped. He saw him getting out after spending a nightmare there. And in all this he didn't care because the writing wanted to make the Sir Penteius scene funny.

This makes Angel Dust looking bad actually, because it makes you think that for him rape is fine until Val is involved.

He only helped Nifty because he saw her getting close to Val, if she got close to another predator, he wouldn't give a damn.

He could have saved Sir Penteius anytime because he knows what is like being a sexual object, but he didn't only because none of the perpetrators was Val.

Verosika "I have a hate-boner for my ex" Mayday

I already pointed out in this post, but I'll bring this up, anyway.

The Apology Tour episode is the one that made Verosika look even more of a sociopath that she already is (while also making Stolas a total hypocrite)

Verosika throws a party every year, inviting all Blitzo's exes to "help" them heal from the breakup by making them remember how much they hate Blitzo.

This doesn't make her look like a good person, but like someone who didn't moved on from her breakup that she wants to make her ex be miserable as possible.

She could have made a party to everyone who went through a breakup, instead she chooses only Blitzo exes.

I have no words to describe shortly how twisted that is.

Like, imagine if she has a friend or a fan who went through a breakup and her answer is "was it Blitzo? No? Then you're on your own"

This is why in my post about her I pointed out that if Vivziepop wanted to make her look good, she should have invited anyone who went through a breakup.

Also, I wonder how she met those exes, I wouldn't be surprised if unironically it turns out that she actually stalked Blitzo since the breakup and is told as a joke.

Blitzo "cheating is ok if you're gay"

Well, we all know that would have happened.

The Sinsmas episode.

In this episode a sinner tells to Blitzo to kill her ex because he cheated on her and he was ready and happy to do that…but he doesn't because he realizes that the man cheated with another man and the two have two daughters.

Because he sees them as him and Stolas and their daughters, aww…so disgusting.

A lot of people rightfully called this hypocrisy out.

In episode one from season one, he had no problem at killing a family because the mother was the woman who had sex with the husband of their client.

Sure, some people defend this by saying "oh, but it turned out that this was a cannibal family who worshipped Satan"

Ok, but explain then the HB short where Blitzo and Loona brutally kill an innocent man who was just a good person…

He could have a second thought because, as he saw the man taking care of the orphans, he saw himself with Loona.

But no, this makes Blitzo look like a total hypocrite

If his client in Sinsmas said "he cheated on me with another man" and Blitzo still accepted the request but stopped once he saw the two daughters, that would have made him look a bit better.

If the cheater was with another woman but Blitzo still notices how happy they are together with their daughters and still sees himself with Stolas, it would have been better.

But alas, as I was taking my notes and the short came out, we just notice that Blitzo didn't have an evolution at all.

He only kills everyone unless it's a gay couple with two daughters.

Vivziepop, let me give you a lesson about what empathy actually is.

You don't feel empathy just because the other people are 100% like you, empathy is when you put yourself on another person's shoes and understand them.

It doesn't matter if they are just like you, it doesn't matter if they went through your exact same struggle.

But in your show, your characters have the same empathy of Anton Chigurh.

[oo-mariana-oo]

Behind the Scenes (Tenna x Assistant!reader) pt 2

heres a part 2 for you salty dogs lol

"ALREADY THEN!" Tenna claps his hands together, scanning the crowd. " we're going to let our little SUPER STARS take a short break! when we return, we'll be taking to the kitchen for our next challenge!"

As the crowd cheered and lights dimmed, Mr. Tenna made his way to where you and Mike stood.

it was 10:30 am at the moment, and that was the time the sponsors ran their advertisements.

"So, (L/N), how are you enjoying the show so far?" Tenna asks, leaning over to get to your level.

" I love it! it looks really fun! one of the contestants is being a bit... obnoxious... but I'm still having a blast watching you work!" you say, scanning your schedule. " looks like you got your 5 minute break while the ads are on... is there anything I can get you?" you ask, looking up at him.

"hmm. do you happen to have a lighter on you?" he asks, leading the both of you to the Theaters balcony. you tap your pockets and are surprised to find one in your back pocket. you must have forgotten to remove it when getting ready for work.

leaning on the balcony rail, he pulls out half smoked cigar from his coat pocket, holding it between his teeth. you lift up your lighter to him, striking it until a flame sparks. he has to lean down as he holds the tip of the cigar up to the small flame, sharply inhaling the smoke. as he holds it in, you can see small billows of smoke coming from the vents on the side of his head.

"thank you, my dear." he says, exhaling the smoke. you blush, telling him its no problem at all. he drags his large hand over his antennas, like hes moving hair out of his face. " that one contestant is starting to wear me out! its nice to have a break, even if its a short one."

"yeah, I noticed that. he's being really loud, and is he even allowed to swear like that on TV?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"the filming crew does there best to censor them as we broadcast, but that only works so much in the end." he sighs, taking a drag. " jeez, they'll be after my head one day! hoho!" he jokes.

you laugh, checking your watch. 3 more minutes.

" how are you liking it so far? I hope Mike isn't making you run around too much." he asks.

"I actually really like it here, everyone seems really nice so far, other than that lady who tried to show you her 'girls', its been pretty easy so far!" you say, looking up at him.

"wait, someone did what?-" he starts.

"(Y/N)! we're on in 2!" Mike barks over the mic. you let him know that you'll be back shortly.

"sorry, but Mike said we're rolling in 2 minutes." you say, gesturing to your clipboard.

"Damn, I was hoping to get to know you a bit more. I guess I'll have to wait!" he laughs, snuffing out his cigar, before tucking it back into his coat pocket, pretending to not notice the faint red on your face as he holds the door open for you to go back inside.

as you both make your way to the main stage, the stage hands are wrapping up the main stage for the next challenge, setting up tables, portable stove tops, a table full of different ingredients. the contestants were gathered around, wearing chefs hats and aprons with the TV logo on them.

"Tenna!" Mike hollers, walking over to the both of you. " you ready for the cooking segment?"

Mr. Tenna lets out a barking laugh. "I'm always ready!" he exclaims. "who knows, may we'll need a taste tester! hoho!" he says, motioning to you, your face still red.

"haha very funny, now that's get this show on the road! hop to it!" he says, clapping his hands together, and with that, Mr. Tenna took to the stage, announcing with a booming voice the shows catch phrase and the challenge.

As the show continued and the night ran on, you found yourself becoming more curious about your new boss, and with every commercial break and conversation between the 2 of you, you ask yourself more questions that you have no answers for. is he really this nice all the time. impossible, no one is like that. but is he? how was he able to keep going with this charismatic character even with irritating people around him, or was this just who he was? or was it just apart of the show? you left with no answers to your questions and a small head ache.

"MIKE! the board please!" Tenna calls out. you see Mike flip a few switches on a nearby panel until you hear the stages board flicker to life, displaying the contestants scores. to which one of them loudly yells how he "is better then all y'all hoes". you couldn't help but notice Mr. Tenna's smile twitch at that one. " Wowza! the censors are really after me now folks!" he says with a forced laugh, the audience erupting in laughter and cheers.

"But it looks like we have a WINNER tonight!!!" he exclaims, gesturing towards the trouble maker, who is busy rubbing his victory in the other contestants faces, continuously pointing at his score and the small crown displayed above his name, which seems to be David.

"some people handle winning better than others." Mike says, letting out a tired laugh.

"seems so. I would hate to imagine him losing." you agree, turning back towards the main stage.

" But we all know that every single one of you SUPER STARS are winners! Mike! lets show them the prizes!!!" Tenna exclaims.

As Mr. Tenna begins listing the prizes that the contestants could receive you couldn't help but notice that it was a lot quieter on the stage. More specifically, that loud contestant, wasn't being so... loud?

you take a look at the row of contestants, who were all focused on what Mr. Tenna was presenting, except for David.

No, he wasn't paying attention, in fact he was busy looking else where. he was looking in your direction. He was staring at you, with a look in his eyes that made you nervous.

maybe he wasn't looking at me... maybe he was looking at something else. yeah... I'm just being paranoid.

Little did you know, someone else on stage notices the unwarranted staring as well.

And they too, don't like it.

As the show comes to an end, you are approached by Mr. Tenna.

"(L/N)! there you are!" he smiles down at you, placing a large hand on your shoulder. that alone makes you smile back at him.

"hiya sir! " you say up to him, smiling from ear to ear. " is there anything I can get for you?"

"actually, now that you mention it... would you be a doll and take my coat to my dressing room? I need to chat with Mike real quick... I'll meet you there!" he says, leaning over you.

you happily agree, taking his coat and hanging it over your arm, surprised by its weight. its like a weighted blanket.

you make your way down the halls, greeting some people from time to time. it was a bit of a walk to his dressing room, but you still had an hour to burn before the Theater closes for the night.

"Hey you."

you jump a little, looking at an empty hall before you. you turn around an see one of the contestants approaching you, the one that was staring...

"o-oh! hi there. " you say, taking a step back. "it was David, right?"

" still is sweetheart." he says, taking a step forward.

you feel your stomach drop a little. you didn't want to be rude though.

"well, its nice to formally meet you! is there something I can help you with? need directions to the visitor parking lot?" you ask, trying to think of what he needed to get this awful feeling to go away.

"I mean... if you wanna show me, I could give you a free ride~" he says, looking you up and down in the most obvious way.

"i- uh" you stammer over your words at what he was insinuating, how do you even handle a situation like this? you've never handled them well in the past.

he takes another step forward.

he was getting way to close for your comfort, you hold Mr. Tenna's coat closer to you as if it could help make him leave.

"oh come ooooon sweethear-" he starts.

"please don't call me that." you say as sternly as you could with a shaky voice. this causes him to bark out a laugh, one that made your heart stop with fear.

"don't play dumb, I saw how you were looking at me... I know what you need..." he growls, moving closer and closer. you feel the wall make contact with your back.

you were cornered.

"Come on baby, I can give you what you want..." he says, his hand moving towards your thigh.

"EXCUSE ME SIR." a booming voice calls out, a large, gloved hand resting on Davids shoulder, with a strong grip. His face drained of color.

you look up and see your boss, Mr. Tenna. looking up, he looks... different. his screen was dark, you couldn't even see his nose. his TV head was leaning forward, practically looming over David, Mr. Tenna seemed taller than you recalled. Darker even.

"May I ask what the hell you're doing to my assistant?"

[lailoken]

Hi! If you don’t have the capacity to answer questions like this thats totally okay but I was wondering if you have any thoughts/resources on house cleansing rituals? My family and I are soon moving into the home my parents will likely live in for the rest of their lives, and I’m feeling drawn to consecrate the space with some cleansing and protection magic but unsure of where to start. We are of Irish and Danish descent living on Coast Salish land, I’m sure there’s some rich folk magic I could draw from but I have no teachers or guides to show me the way! I deeply admire your work and appreciate any advice you might offer :) Thank you!

Hello there, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond! I've got a whole bunch of messages I've been meaning to respond to.

I definitely get that urge to "magically nest" into a new home.

I'll start by addressing the cleansing aspect of your question. When it comes to a new home (or really, any new space or item that you're going to be exposing yourself to energetically over time) there is often an urge to cleanse in some way, which is understandable. However, I encourage you to check in with yourself and your intuition of the space, asking if it feels truly pertinent to cleanse it. I bring this up because, some things—and homes especially, in my opinion—can actually benefit from and be strengthened by the accrual of energy in them. For instance, sometimes you move into a place, and it just feels gross and wrong on a visceral level, as if it was covered in "energetic grime." In a situation like that, cleansing makes total sense, as the goal is to remove that influence so that you can begin to imbue it with energy of your own. However, other times, you move into a place and immediately feel the warmth, love, and care that has been steeped into it, in which case, why would you want to remove such a rich and supportive energetic foundation from which to build upon?

As an example, when my in-law's first moved into the house we later inherited, it was shortly after the house's first tenant had died within it. She was a very kind and funny old woman who really liked my in-laws and helped make it possible for them to buy it following her death. For the first ten years or so of living in the house, they still strongly felt a sense of her caring nature present in the home, which makes sense given how long she lived there. What's more, though, any time my in-laws would argue or struggle with tension, they would begin to smell cigarette smoke and hear distant country music they couldn't find the source of (two things the original homeowner loved and indulged in daily), which would always lead to them laughing and patching things up. The energetic residue left by this woman could theoretically have been cleansed upon moving into the house, but I believe that would have been a sad loss for the house and the family.

With that little rant out of the way, let's say that you do have reason to want to cleanse the home and address that approach. There are many different ways one could use to energetically cleanse a building, but the main ones that seem worth mentioning here include Fumigations, Washes, and Recitations.

Purifying Fumigations involve invoking the excisive virtues present in a given material or mix of materials (such as Rue, Sage, or Vervain) and then burning said materials to release the ritually activated and aligned virtues of excision to aid you in cleansing the space. Practically speaking, this looks like wafting smoke through the home.

A Cleansing Wash involves steeping the excisive virtues of pertinent materials (such as Salt and Chile Pelper) into a solvent base (such as Water, Vinegar, or Oil), invoking and aligning said virtues ritually, and then using the homemade solution to physically cleanse the space (using the different solvents depending on your need—i.e. use oil for polishing wood, use vinegar for cleaning glass, etc.)

Recitations of Banishment involve walking through the house reciting or reading words of power aloud that call for the expulsion of unwanted energies or entities. This method will generally benefit from a close connection to the source material and/or a close working relationship with one's spirit allies.

In many cases, a mixture of two or more of these approaches will be used in conjuctjon to purify a home.

As for domestic protection magic, that's another subject with innumerable approaches. Additionally, most useful domestic protection magic I've encountered seems to focus on particular facets of protection (which is why my home is layered with multiple wards). As such, I struggle a little bit to think of a concise and clear way to discuss this aspect of your question. However, here are some links to previous posts in which I've discussed things like:

Protecting the home from Intruders

Protecting the home from Storms

Protecting the home from Fire

Protecting the home from Malefic Forces

A Generalized Property Ward

Additionally, I believe that developing a close working relationship with the spirirt of one's home—called a Genius Domi in my tradition—is probably one of the best ways to establish magical guardianship of the house.

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i have a lot of episode requests i'm working on so i'll make another post with those shortly!

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this is such a fun question — i wish i had an answer! most of my "conspiracy theories" have more to do with certain comedians being misunderstood (in both good and bad ways), as people tend to want to like who they like and hate who they hate out of selfishness that is somewhat at odds with reality. at times. like, for example, not a lot of people want to talk about how many comedians actually didn't like sean lock at all in the early 00s because of how cutthroat and competitive he was on panel shows (mock the week flashbacks, anyone?); we don't enjoy thinking about that because, as fans, we all like sean and think he was a hilarious, honest, decent person. i could talk more about this but tbh defending someone i think people misunderstand or tearing down someone people love is kinda...not the kind of discourse i'm trying to do on this website 😅 anyways, that's where most of my theories lie (that and dating theories? maybe?), but that's not enough to call them conspiracy theories ig? this isn't a conspiracy theory, right? because i so passionately believe everything i said there hahahaha

do you have any you'd share? 👀🌀

i think argumental is probably the most underrated to me, because as much as...no one...talks about shows like duck quacks don't echo and rhod gilbert's growing pains, they've had enough high-profile or just popular-within-britcom guests that people have checked them out even for just one specific episode. but i feel like no one has watched argumental!!!!!!! which, i get it, it's a lot of straight white guys standing around doing fake mainsplaining lol (please remember that before, like, 5 years ago, that's about all panel shows were) but i think the premise of impromptu debate is really funny, some of the formats really bamboozle the debaters which leads to funny banter and improv, and it was so fun to see sean lock in menace mode as host 😋

i can't say it's the best ever made or anything — because, like series like there's something about movies (jennifer saunders i love you!!!!), rob beckett's smart tv, etc it's just two opposite panels answering kinda boring questions — but if you love david tennant and i know you do because everyone rightly does then you should try comedy world cup! he's such a wonderful host and there are a lot of panel show faves as guests

and on the topic of meh-to-decent formats with A+ hosts and big name panels, have you ever tried was it something i said or insert name here? they each have their moments for sure, i think a lot of people wanted to see wisis come back (maybe we're all just obsessed with david 🤷‍♀️)

you MUST listen to the unbelievable truth if you haven't, it's such a stellar radio show

another required panel experience is the recent series guy mont spelling bee and i'm holding a gun to your head when i say this watch it and watch it right now

as many of you know i'm not a fan of a league of their own but the road trip series are def some of the better episodes so if you like the panelists you can check that out for sure

does that help a little? tbh most of what i WANT to recommend isn't panel shows but scripted series or tangential reality shows (like travel man), but you asked about panel shows specifically so i stuck with them!

i haven't, and i surprise myself because lily savage was so iconic and i am sure i scrolled past her era a bunch of times back in the day. i'd give it a try if an episode had the right amalgamation of guests, so i'll check it out!!

omg there are so many moments from so many series — and i added quite a few to these random panel shows moments posts i did last year so i'll try not to repeat myself — but let me rack my brain real quick...

as i always say THIS is my favourite wilty clip ever and i stand by that

david the tortoise

yoshi the actual tortoise

"if this turns out to be a lie you are a shamless little light entertainer"

tell 'em david!! cuz she really does have horrible views lol

the elephant :/

for the last six months i've been secretly liasing with david's wife behind his bak

obviously the horse story

omg and the THERE'S NOOOOOO UNIVERSITY story

and on the topic of classics this was always my bob mortimer fave maybe because of the genuine awe of the panel in the end lol

and on the topic of genuine awe definitely this one

this miles jupp car crash

bermuda

i love rhod's potato tattoo and it's so funny that denise is like 'why have you got that??' so sincerely she was so astounded lmaooo

i was genuinely invited to harry and megan's wedding today but i said no because i had to come here and do this

i once shared a tent in kent with susie dent

another recent fave is this adorable one<3

oh man anon there are soooo many more maybe i can work on a masterpost of both funny moments funny whole lies/truths, or a youtube video or something (i said i'd get back into making videos). did i mention even one of your faves?? hehehe

omg anon you must watch this if you haven't the ben whishaw obsession is NOT a drill

he also talks about it in his book!

god he's so relatable

OMG I DID the nostalgia...

the way they didn't want to just talk about popworld but they didn't go one whole minute without saying popworld hahahaha they're soooooo cute

richard the popworld horse mentioned!!!!!!!

miquita being a whole child when she got cast for popworld, like it's so wild to think about

"has it been clear from what we've discussed that i'm a reclusive genius and master of cinema?" + "we pretended to be pretentious directors in berets...and i have become that guy now"

i know they were 98% kidding but the 2% of them that would go through with the popworld baby?? CAN YOU IMAGINE

you can't be surprised that a guy who wears false teeth in the name of absurd comedy for a living enjoyed a film about a man who wears false teeth in the name of absurd comedy!

a friend of mine gifted me a while of nordvpn, so that's what i've been using lately, but it depends what you need a vpn for. for example, if you're torrenting and need to seed content (for ratios or whatever), you'll need something with port forwarding like airvpn. if you're just trying to find something to switch between countries' netflixes or abuse streaming services, surfshark is very popular but i'd say expressvpn comes more highly recommended. once you pick the vpn you'd like to use, it's easy to find tutorials on youtube!

aww you're too kind 🥹🫂

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Hello! I've been wondering: What type of asks do you enjoy to reply the most, and what asks you hate/ annoyed you?

The good:

Topic-wise, the harder I'm actively hyperfixated on something the more eager I am to talk about it, starting with the characters & ships I'm most interested in and then extending to the rest of the universe (lately I tend to not get a lot of ship questions compared to other questions); and I most like questions about whatever stories I'm currently working on (like, specific questions, not just "so tell us about what you're working on"), followed by headcanon questions & questions about canon that involve some actual analysis rather than just stating what happened in canon (again, specific questions are usually better than just "so tell us about your headcanons." I have ADHD, the more open-ended a question is the more my brain will meander aimlessly searching for an interesting answer).

The bad:

Because this blog has a lot of posts and I answer a lot of asks, occasionally I'll get repeat questions about something I talked about like two weeks earlier. The repeat questions don't annoy me. (I mean, slightly, but most people don't know how to navigate old posts on tumblr—most people don't know tumblr CAN be efficiently navigated—and they'd have no reason to assume I happened to have answered a similar question already.) And sometimes shortly after getting a question about something I was asked before, someone else will ask, usually with an air of exasperation, whether I get annoyed by receiving repeat questions (like they're trying to strongly imply to me that THEY'RE annoyed by them), with no self-awareness. You, hypocrite, look down on others for the same sin you yourself are committing? You did not consider whether your complaint is contributing to the very issue you're bemoaning?

I try not to snap at them since they'd have no reason to assume I happened to have answered a similar question already. But, all the same: I'm annoyed by repeat questions about whether I'm annoyed by repeat questions.

Also I'm not comfortable when people send me long asks with their personal theories/plot ideas/drabbles. I don't want my blog to be the OP of somebody else's work when it should be on their own blog; and I don't like being put in a position where I'm responsible for deciding whether a message someone else put a LOT of creative effort into will get posted to the world or chucked into the void. I shouldn't have the power to permanently destroy hundreds of words of someone else's work if I just don't vibe with their headcanons. Either I delete it and feel guilty or don't and feel resentful like I was blackmailed into it.

Also I usually prefer not to answer stuff like "what part of [xyz] do you hate" because if I hate it I don't wanna spend time thinking & writing about it and I don't wanna make my followers read about it

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you again?? - jameson x reader

pairing: jameson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

a/n: part two is here!! hope you like it! its also like 11pm when is started writing this so sorry if its crap - i need to sleep guys

part one: i don't even know your name

its officially been one week since the night you met jameson.

jameson hawthorne to be exact.

one quick google search of his name - okayyy you were curious about the guy and searched his name up, but you weren't expecting him to be fucking famous - and you now had enough information that you could practically be his mother.

so yes its been one week since you were kissed by the devastatingly handsome boy and then you left him on the stairs running into the night.

your thoughts have been plagued by him. you even made a playlist for him.

cause you know what? you're only human.

try having the most handsome, charming, flirty person you've ever met kiss you and not think about it. its physically impossible.

so for seven whole days you've had to fight off the thoughts of jameson.

you were majorly unsuccessful.

like right now, as you sit on the bus driving towards your new job. clearly the whole stealing a car didn't work out. but you choose to positively ignore it, the same way you try ignore any thoughts of jameson - delusion is real.

pulling up at the nearest bus stop you get off the bus in your new clothes that you spent nearly every every penny you own on.

you trek the five miles uphill and in the heat to get to the gate of the house you were working in. nearly dying from the exercise you're about to press the ringer to call up to the house when a black unmarked veichle pulls up beside you.

the window winds down and alisa's - the woman who interviewed you - head sticks out looking down at you in question.

feeling its better to lie you simply say "car broke down this morning, had to catch them bus then walk."

at alisa exasperated look its clearly just the answer she was hoping for. "hop in the car."

pulling yourself inside you make eye contact with alisa and smile hoping it will be returned. it wasn't.

"okay, so y/n... was it?"

you nod. "yes."

"okay, good. y/n, when we arrive up at the house shortly, i'll give you your company computer, keycard - which will get you inside the property and our office in town - and files. you can also have the keys to this car - until you can get your own sorted - how long do you think it'll be out of action for?"

"at least a few months," you lie effortlessly. "they have to order the parts in from overseas."

alisa eyes you for a moment and you tense up wondering if you'd been caught out. "thats fine, just let me know when its out."

you revert back to silence and look out the window to the house - well actually house is an understatement. its a fucking mansion. like seriously its huge and gorgeous like straight out of an 1800's movie.

the sweeping structure looks like it has at least four floors. alisa noticing your wonder at the house starts off into a spiel about the house - it has a bowling alley?? - woah this is a huge place.

when you pull up in front of the house the driver gets out and opens your door handing you the car keys and walking off. alisa appears by you side and opens the huge - and i mean huge - front door.

she struts inside, seriously she's like a supermodel, formidable and determined as she walks into the house - mansion - and over to a table inside the grandest foyer ever.

holy shit these people are loaded.

it has grand archways on either side of the room and a intricately carved ceiling. you could honestly house at least ten families of five in here and still have room for more.

alisa turns back to you and hands you a key card, computer and two books that you have to read through as soon as possible.

"read that sooner rather than later, the hawthornes have quite a bit of information you have to learn about before you're officially allowed to be here without me."

you smile up at alisa. "thanks."

wait...

hawthornes?

alisa smiles back at you, before her looks returns to its usual stoney face. "that look of wonder in your eyes will disappear after you read this," she says patting the folders in your arms. " a word of warning though, don't lose your heart to a hawthorne, its not worth it." her words are sharp, a warning.

you're about to ask why, when a voice appears from the bottom of the stairs. "and who is this?" you turn to see a darker skinned boy with a charming grin walking towards you.

"xander, this is y/n my new assistant, she'll be around more often," alisa explains.

the boy - xander - raises an eyebrow and takes your hand, kissing it with a grin. "enchantè, y/n. i have a feeling we're going to be best friends."

you can't help the grin that takes over your own face. "really?"

"mhm. besties."

you're about to respond to him with a cheeky remark when another voice appears at the bottom of the stairs. "who's the new girl?"

you tense up and try to swallow the sudden lump in your throat. that voice. its the same flirty voice that has filled your dreams for the past few nights.

turning around you past on a smile and look to the approaching jameson hawthorne.

he falters slightly his eyes creasing in recognition before he continues on his path towards alisa. pretending he doesn't know you.

"and you are?"

"y/n," you answer, in the same fashion. "who are you?"

"jameson hawthorne at your service."

"lovely to meet you y/n," he winks. "for the very first time." he turns to xander in expliantion. "we've absolutely never met before, never before. and we most certainly haven't done anything illegal."

you can't decide if you want to slap him or kiss him.

the second is certainly more appealing.

a/n pt2: i hope you liked it!! sorry there wasn't too much jamie in this one <33

taglist: @lxvebelle, @reminiscentreader, @ravenclawdirectioner, @mrs-jameson-hawthorne, @tornqdowarnings

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Safest with You - Ch. 4 (The First Date)

2.8K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din takes you out on a first date.

Warnings: First date fluff, lots of kissing and possibly too much description of 🫣, a little pet name usage (pretty bird, sweet girl, sweetheart), brief mention of parental illness and passing.

A/N: So... you may have noticed I increased the chapter count - I'm sorry! I really wanted to stretch out the longing these two have for each other and build up their neediness; so I split "The Courtship" into two parts and am using it to make the second part Din's POV (it's time for us to see what's going on in that pretty head of his!) But then the first part turned out to be 5K...and that's just two long so I split it into two as well. I'll post Ch. 5 shortly (it's written, just needs to be edited) - the point is to make them wait, not us 😂 Thank you as always for reading!

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You emerge from the subway station to see Din waiting for you, ready to walk together to the taco place he picked.  The way his face lights up when he sees you makes you glad you took the extra time in choosing what to wear tonight.

Din looks devastatingly handsome; freshly showered after what was probably a long afternoon of sparring, his hair now fluffy again and looking so touchable, you have trouble keeping your hands to yourself.  His dress shirt is worn casually, untucked and with the top buttons unbuttoned, which somehow makes him look impossibly big; and when he offers you his hand, you happily take it, heart thumping at the way he slots his thick fingers through your much smaller ones.  He smiles down at you, hoping to convey how excited he is to finally be taking you out, telling you how beautiful you look and asking after the rest of your day.

The two of you chat effortlessly as you walk to the restaurant, and once you’re seated, the conversation switches to the business of the food.  You jokingly let Din know that food is very important to you and is weighted very heavily when determining the success of this date.  Din looks at you with a serious expression, “You don’t have to pretend you’re joking.” Without skipping a beat, you match his solemn expression and deadpan, “Good.”  Both of you crack at the same time, and you have to grab onto his muscular arm you’re both laughing so hard.  You swear you feel an actual jolt of electricity in your fingers.

After you’ve ordered, you ask Din a question that’s been on your mind ever since you found out where he worked: What sort of gym business brought him downtown on the day you met?  Din looks thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to decide how to start his answer, and when he speaks, you can tell that he’s about to share something heavier than the usual first date chatter.  You learn that about 5 years ago, Din’s father fell ill, and he decided to leave his personal security job to take care of his dad and help run the gym.  When his father passed, Din chose to stay and carry on his father’s legacy, taking over ownership and operation of the gym, which had been his pride and joy.  When Din pauses, you add gently, “After you, of course.”  Din smiles, somewhat sadly.  Something strikes you, “That wall you showed me, with all the news articles about you – your dad put that up?”

That seems to brighten Din a bit, and nodding, he continues, “The gym was a big part of my childhood and younger years, where I trained and fought.  Dad was a really involved parent, and he had a big hand in my training.  I have a lot of great memories of him and I together in the gym.  But it was more than just the boxing for him; he also opened the gym up to all my friends and gave us a place to go to stay out of trouble, giving everyone a safe place to go after school if they didn’t have one.  He ended up opening it up to all the community kids; if you were under 17 you could come in any time and train, use the equipment, or just hang out, do homework, whatever.  No membership fees, no questions asked.  He was a really good guy, my dad.”

Din looks wistful and reminiscent. 

“So stuff like that is a big part of why I decided to stay instead of going back to my old job.  Dad loved how the gym was important to the community and really believed in the neighbourhood taking care of each other, and I wanted to keep it and all the good it does going in his memory.  This way it’s still open to the neighbourhood kids to come and hang out and train, or just have somewhere to go and be safe; I don’t know if that would still be the case if someone else took over the gym and just cared about turning out winning fighters or something.”

“Awww, Din, you’re a good guy too.  Your dad would be so proud.”

You’re so grateful to Din for sharing something so personal and being openly vulnerable, you forget your original question, but Din hasn’t, “So I retired from my old job, but the people I used to work with, we were… we are still really close.  Like family.  I grew up with most of those guys; most of them are the same friends that used to hang out at the gym when we were kids.  They’ve always been there for me and Dad, even more after he got sick.  Great guys.  Stepped up when I needed to take time away from work to help Dad and understood when I told them I was leaving.  Every one of them has had my back a million times over.  So once in a while, they’ll ask me to come back in and help with something.”

You finally understand, “And the day we met, you were downtown on an assignment from your old work buddies.”  Din nods.  You think you’re coming to appreciate some things essential to Din’s character; in addition to being strong and protective, he’s also deeply loyal and compassionate.  “That’s nice of you.  It’s personal security work, you said?  Your friends probably feel safer with you around. I know I would.”

Din grins, “Good.  I’m glad you don’t find me scary.”

“Not in the least,” you give Din a fond look and he is gratified; Din is used to people being wary of him because of his appearance and size or even his reputation as a fighter among certain crowds, and he doesn’t think he could stand it if you ever felt in any way unsafe around him.

Carrying on the conversation, you share with Din that you’ve remained close to some childhood friends as well; some of your closest friends are actually from home.  You had all moved to the city at different times, but eventually reconnected and are now inseparable.  You’re grateful for your friends the same way Din seems to be for his.

“Are any of these friends the ones who are reading the same book as you?  Do they know you’re seeing me tonight?” Din is curious if he’s been worth mentioning to your friends, now that he understands how much they mean to you.

You let Din know that yes, in fact, some of those friends are one and the same and that everyone in the group chat knows about your date.    

“What do think you’re going to tell the group chat about tonight?”

“Well, so far, it’s a really good first date.  But night’s still early… and the food hasn’t come yet,” you grin, “They’ll get the full debrief tomorrow.  We have a standing brunch date every week.”

Din puts on a mock worried expression, “Got my work cut out for me, then.”

“Something tells me you’ll do just fine,” you place your hand on Din’s; he turns your hand over in his and brings it up to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss while looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

From there, the conversation continues to flow easily, with no lulls or awkward silences.

Over delicious food, Din learns that you’re a workaholic and always have been, but you love your job and your team, despite the somewhat long hours.  He asks you to tell him a little bit about your work and he finds that you’re whip smart, with an analytical mind; poking a bit of fun at yourself, you confess that you’re an overthinker and that work is probably a way to use this power for good instead of evil.  Long hours of working that brain overtime leaves you with not much free time, and your preference is to spend what little of it you have in a lowkey manner, with close friends and your dog.  You shyly admit you might be too obsessed with your dog, Al (short for Alfredo, like the pasta sauce), and when Din asks to see and then proceeds to enthusiastically coo at the 812 pictures of Al you show him on your phone, you think you might actually be making heart eyes at this teddy bear of a man.

The first time you’re both quiet is when Din walks you to the front of your building; after an evening of non-stop talking and laughing, this intimate moment of silence feels well earned and full of promise.  The evening has been more than lovely; you’ve learned so much about this handsome, kind man that you’ve fantasized about for the last week, and he has somehow surpassed anything you could have imagined.  Now you’re aching for him to touch you in ways beyond the gentle and respectful way he has throughout the date; you’re ready to feel the strength you felt radiating off of him in the coffeeshop pressed against your body.  Looking up at Din as you step in his space, you tip your face up to his while your hands find their place on his waist.  Following your cue, Din leans down and gently cradles your face with his hands, thumbs on either side of your cheeks, fingers softly stroking your neck and hair for a moment before bringing his lips to yours.

As Din’s mouth fits softly on yours, you close your eyes and return his kiss like it’s all you’ve been wanting to do for the last few hours, which if you’re being honest, it has been.  You map Din’s lips with your own, inhaling his breath and exhaling your own breaths of quiet contentment.  Din meets each brush of your lips with an equal tenderness, pressing into them with his own over and over.  Then, as if through some silent agreement, a sense of urgency overtakes the both of you and you each reach for the other at the same time to deepen the kiss.  Your hands work their way up Din’s chest until they lace around the back of his neck and you use them to pull yourself up into him; Din’s arm’s have enveloped you and he presses his hands on the small of your back, firmly urging you even closer.  On instinct, your mouth opens eagerly, and Din slips his tongue in, pushing against yours with hunger and purpose; you’re delicious and he can’t get enough of you.  Greedily craving even more, you wrap your arms around his neck, needing to get impossibly close to Din; nothing else exists in this moment for you except Din and the way his mouth moves against yours.  His facial hair is scratching your chin and the friction is starting to feel hot, but not unpleasant; you let out a low hum of pleasure that vibrates through to Din.  He groans and gently bites down on your lower lip, pulling lightly as you finally break apart.  When you open your eyes, you find that you’re both panting slightly, chests heaving in tandem as you try to catch your respective breaths.

“Holy shit, pretty bird. That was some first kiss.”

“Din…”, you whisper, your voice low, your desperate eyes meeting his.

You don’t even get to finish your thought before Din is on you again, kissing you with the same intensity and passion as the way the first kiss ended, but now with less urgency.  He wants to savour you, taste you, and show you through his kisses how much you’re affecting him.  During this second kiss, he doesn’t press you against him but instead lets his hands roam; his one hand trails up your neck and finds a home on the back of your head, threading through your hair and you lean into his hold.  His other hand strokes your back, fingers kneading as it travels from your shoulder blades and down to your lower back, almost dipping to your ass, but only getting close enough to graze the top with his fingers.  You might whine a little from the anticipation - oh how you want him to grab your ass.  You know he’s being respectful, but this kiss and the one before it has you burning with desire for this man; you can feel a wetness starting to pool between your legs, and you want, need Din to just handle you.  Your tongues chases his, trying to convey your neediness. More, more, more.

“Din…”, you try again, murmuring into his mouth when his nose gently bumps yours and his mouth gives yours a moment of reprieve.

“Mmmmhmm…?” Din presses his lips lightly on yours again, unable to be apart from them.

“Do you want to come upstairs?”

Din’s mouth stills against yours before he pulls his face away slightly, “Oh.  Uhhhhh…I…no.”

In an instant, you feel a tightness in your chest from misreading the situation, and shrink away from Din, out of the warmth of his arms, “Oh.  Okay, it’s okay.  You don’t have to.”

Fuck.  Din blames his light headedness from kissing you for his harsh and misleading response; when he sees you trying hard to keep your face neutral, he’s desperate to correct and explain himself, “No, no, no, pretty girl.  I do, I do want to come up.  But, I also…don’t.  I-”

Din is running his hands through his hair nervously, looking flustered in a way that astonishes you: this big force of a man, looking unsure and tripping over his own words.  It’s endearing, and your tenderness towards him wins out and you put your hand up to his cheek; Din immediately leans into your touch.

He presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed, worried that he’s ruined things, but when he opens his eyes, he sees you looking at him with softness.  When you see Din’s finally face relax, you chuckle, “That’s confusing.”

Din takes a deep breath, “I know.  Pretty bird, I would love to go upstairs with you.  I really do.  And without sounding too presumptuous, I would love to do all the upstairs things with you.  To you.  I want to.  I want you…but…”

You wait with bated breath for him to continue.

“…but I also…I want to… court you.”

Whatever you were bracing yourself for, it wasn’t this, “Court me?” You’re not sure you heard him right.

Now Din is running his hands through his hair again, looking sheepish and self-conscious, “Yeah… is that dumb? I…want to do things the proper way with you.  Take you out, get to know you, treat you special…court you?  I know if we go upstairs, I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you, and things will go fast and… some of the nice things I want to do for you will get forgotten, maybe left behind…and… I want us to take our time.  Is that dumb?  Sorry.”

Din’s eyes can’t quite meet yours, so you press a soft kiss to his lips to which he gives you a small smile.  “It’s not dumb at all, Din.  It’s super sweet.  Surprising, but sweet.”

“Why surprising? Did you think me a hussy?”  Din pretends to look scandalized.

You giggle, “I mean, it’s pretty clear that I’m the one being a hussy here, old man.” 

“Old ma-..?” Din doubles down on looking offended.

You kiss him again before he can retort, “Okay. Let’s take things slow.”

Din kisses you slow and calm, all the urgency from earlier gone, as he settles into the relief of knowing he hasn’t inadvertently pushed you away.  Closing your eyes, you melt into Din’s embrace, letting him know with your actions that you’re not going anywhere.

“Do you want to meet the dog and go for a walk with us?” you mumble into Din’s shoulder, somewhat shy about inviting him to do something so familiar and domestic. 

“Nothing I want more, pretty bird.”

“Nothing?” you arch your eyebrow, teasingly.  Then practically skip into the building, giggling, as you hear Din chuckling behind you.

Al takes to walking with Din immediately.  The nighttime walk is lazy and comfortable; hardly any words are exchanged, but Din’s arm around you, and the soft kisses he presses into your hair throughout, tells you everything you need to know about how Din feels the date went.

Before letting you go for the final time tonight, Din kisses you deep and slow again; this time letting his hands wander down to where you had needed him earlier, palming your ass with both his hands, groping you lightly and making you yearn for more of him yet again.  Turning you towards your building door, he gives one side a light slap before bidding you goodnight with a wink, leaving you dazed and lightheaded as you head in with the dog.

[bellaxgiornata]

Honestly I cannot believe that I've been on tumblr for just over a year now and somehow there's already so many of you wonderful people here that are reading, enjoying, and supporting my silly little fics. When I jumped over here from AO3, I had not anticipated how much fun I was going to have getting to chat with all of y'all while also sharing my stories with those of you who aren't on AO3. I've definitely made some wonderful friends this past year because of tumblr and I just want to say thank you to everyone for the support. I always mean it when I say y'all are the reason I keep writing these stories 💖

I could certainly get sappier but instead I'll just invite y'all to join me for my first ever celebration! There's a few fun things below the cut that y'all can pop up with in my ask box starting today May 3 through Wednesday May 8! I tried to think of some interesting things that I could realistically make time to do with everything currently going on in my life, especially because I'm also still trying to stockpile rough drafts for many of my stories so that I can still have updates during my upcoming "writing hiatus" (that I'll explain more about later). My plan is to answer things as they come in and hopefully have them all finished shortly after the celebration ends. And once the celebration finally ends, I'm hoping to give y'all an update to a story or a one shot!

Hopefully this will be fun for everyone!

Let's Chat! - Feel free to send me an ask about anything at all! No, seriously. You want to tell me about your day? An upcoming vacation or exciting accomplishment of yours? Do it! Or maybe you want to ask me questions about one of my stories or my writing process? Hell, feel free to ask me about myself, chat about coffee, music, books, pets, whatever!

Discuss Headcanons with Me! - Have any headcanons about Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, or Michael Kinsella that you want to chat about or share with me? Send them in! Or are you interested in a headcanon I might have about one of them in a certain situation? Feel free to ask! We can chat about the boys!

Send Me Fake FFTD Installment Titles! - Create a title name for an installment for my Falling for the Devil series (ex. "The [insert title]") and I'll write a couple of sentences about what I could picture that installment being about! You win bonus points if you can actually stump me on coming up with a plot for your title. But also who knows, maybe some title suggestions could spark an idea for future updates...

Let's Play a Game! - We can play would you rather, have you ever, or fuck/marry/kiss (or kill). For the record, f/m/k can be with anyone from Daredevil, Punisher, Defenders, Kin, or even any of Charlie's characters that I'm familiar with (Matt, Michael, Owen, Henry, Tristan, or Adam) or those of Jon's that I'm familiar with (mainly Frank, Shane, or Julian). If you can think of another game feel free to play it with me!

Ask the Boys! - Do you enjoy my weird internal dialogues with fictional characters that probably make me sound crazy? Great! Feel free to send me an ask to either one or all of the fictional men that live in my head (Matt, Frank, and/or Mikey) and I'll relay whatever they respond with in something of a short internal dialogue!

Request a Sneak Peak! - Since I have been stockpiling quite a few WIPs and rough drafts for a couple of months now, I am open to y'all just requesting a sneak peak. If you do, I will share a snippet from a fic I choose at random from something that's either a fully finished rough draft or still a work in progress!

**You're more than welcome to participate multiple times, but all I ask is that you (1) send things in separate asks, (2) are not rude to me or anyone else, and (3) are 18+ to discuss anything spicy (this is an 18+ blog anyway so I'd hope everyone here already is).**

[blackjackkent]

OK, more questy stuff shortly, but first a quick stop in the pantry, where Lucanis is marked as having a banter--

"Lucanis? ...Where is he?"

Hm.

Lucanis's icon on the map then pinballs over near the eluvian, so off we go to check on him there, and it turns out that things are, uh... tense.

Lucanis, eyes blazing with magenta light, stands with fists clenched between Taash and Harding. His weight is balanced on the balls of his feet, poised to run.

"Back, demon!" Harding cries, waving her arms. "No further!" When this gets no response, she looks at Taash helplessly. "Isn't standing up to them supposed to work?"

Taash growls in frustration, taking a step towards the Antivan. "Let Lucanis go!" she snaps. "Don't make us hurt both of you!"

"What's going on?" Helena cuts in sharply. Her hand went to her dagger automatically, feeling the tension in the air, but she isn't sure what's happening or where to look first. "Lucanis?"

"It's not Lucanis," Harding says urgently. "It's the demon. It's taken him over - he's trying to leave!"

Lucanis's head turns, and that magenta glow fixes on Helena. His nostrils flare; his fists loosen, then clench again. "Smells like... jam... and brimstone..." he hisses, and there's a resonant flange to his voice that makes Helena's neck prickle.

"Rook, do something!" Harding says in an undertone.

(A/N: I know I'm the main character, Harding, but what in the Maker's name do you think I can do that you can't? XD )

Lacking any other ideas, Helena musters all the force in her small body and bellows at the top of her lungs, "Lucanis! Wake up!"

And surprisingly enough, it works. Lucanis starts - and then the glow fades from his eyes, and he looks around, bewildered. "Ugh. What the--"

Harding relaxes. "You... tried to walk through the eluvian in your sleep," she explains.

"Spite wanted out," Taash puts in.

Lucanis processes this for a moment in silence, and then sighs, turning his eyes to the ceiling. "I need coffee," he mutters.

"You can't just caffeinate your way out of this," Helena says dryly.

He shakes his head sharply. "It's hard for Spite to take control when I'm awake, so... I try to stay awake."

Harding's eyebrows knit worriedly. "You can't just... stay awake forever," she says. "I think that would kill you!"

He looks away, not meeting their eyes. "I'll be more careful next time," he says.

Helena is getting really tired of running into piece after piece of weird magic shit that she's not qualified to handle. It's easier when it's all on the part of the mages she has to go beat up; then she doesn't have to know how to fix it, just make it stop happening.

Luckily, she's not the only one on the team. But all the same, it'll be nice when a question comes up that she actually has an answer for. "We do have magical experts here, you know," she points out, trying her best to sound reassuring. "Once they put their heads together, they'll fix this."

"I already talked to Neve and Bellara," Lucanis says curtly. "Don't worry about it. This won't happen again."

A pause, and then his tone softens as he adds, "And... thanks."

Don't mention it, Helena thinks ruefully as the four of them turn to trudge back into the Lighthouse. I guess I'm your girl whenever you need a problem shouted at.

[bad-decisionsot7]

Them wanting a sextape.

SEOKJIN

"Come on baby, pleaseeeee." he'd beg, his hands stuck together as he practically whined in front of you. "i just want to make one little tape, that's all." you'd give him a "bitch you thought" look but he wouldn't give up. "c'mon, you don't want me watching other girls in another porn, do you?" his mind games worked on you, in fact they always have. "fine..." you'd give in, a victory smirked played out on his face.

NAMJOON

"You know-" he'd pause, eager to hear your answer, "us making a sextape wouldn't be such a bad idea." you'd almost spit out your water looking around your surroundings to see if anyone heard. they didn't. "namjoon that's not something you just bring up." "oh really? what is?' he'd retort. "shit, i don't fucking know. maybe something like hey i washed the laundry so you didn't have to or i accidentally dropped a plate this morning." you'd ramble earning small fits of laughter from him. "okay but no really, we should make a sextape."

HOSEOK

Hobi was always sending videos of him masturbating to you while on tour, not that you cared but it seemed like he was always sending you things and you wanted to give back to him. so it would be no surprise when the two of you filmed a sex tape together with him making sure he got his "good side." he was always vocal during sex but you had figured he was doing it over the top due to the fact that you guys were filming it. he'd be a great porn star.

JIMIN

"Hey, have you ever thought about making a sextape?" jimin would question you out of nowhere. "w-what-" you'd pause, "like a porno?" he'd smirk, licking his lips. "something like that. a lot less dramatic though and with real orgasms." he'd respond, his eyebrows wiggling to tempt you. "i guess i'm down, i never really thought about it though." you'd answer him honestly. "well good, let's start now." he'd pick you up. you'd giggle beginning to wiggle out of his grasp. "stopppp wiggling baby, let me fuck you and record it." he'd whine making you both burst into laughter.

YOONGI

"Wanna watch a movie?" you'd ask him. "why don't we make one instead?" he'd ask, serious as ever. in no time you were sprawled out on your guys' bed, his tongue in your pussy while your hands gripped the sheets, the only witness being his phone which was recording every single bit of the actions that took place.

TAEHYUNG

The two of you would be on facetime while he was on tour, his horniness being the main reason he called. "fuck, i miss your body." he'd groan, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. "and your lips." he'd whimper. you'd simply moan as you watched him jack off on the screen. (my oh my what a sight id kill to see) "i wanna make a sextape with you, one that i'll never stop watching, one that'll make me hard the second i think about it." the two of you would end up making dozens of sextapes. just saying.

JUNGKOOK

You would actually bring up the idea of a sextape, "I just think it'd be hot, you fucking me, me sucking your dick, etcetera." he'd weigh his options a smirk creeping on his face, "fine but only if you act like a dramatic porn star while we do so." you'd groan but shortly after agree. in no time you'd be moaning quite dramatically while he'd fuck you, insisting you call him daddy long dick, you didn't.

[cheridraws]

Who is your fav oc 👀👀 whether it be drawing or storyline Thats most compelling/fun for you

OHHHH YES. YESSSS

This is actually kinda a loaded question bc it varies depending if you mean my favorite out of *my* ocs versus my friends' ocs- but I'm going to go with the former because. godbless I've yapped about Achilles enough, I need to ramble about my own LMAO

But see.. this is also really hard... because I have so many of mine that I adore. I'll go with my currentttt favorite? Which has to be....

Machiavelli :3

This is a two-in-one love because I'm obsessed with drawing him- he has a fun design to me!! - and because his story genuinely makes me insaneee

For context: he's one of my Trigun Ocs, though you can for sure understand his storyline without knowing anything abt Trigun- all you gotta know is that he lives on a dessert planet that's rlly dangerous due to gangs and shit

Anywho- he's got such a compelling story line to me 🥺 mostly because I adore characters with hearts of gold whose self loathing is immense. Which- for good reason I'd say! I love how I can perfectly see *why* he dislikes himself. It's one of the reasons he's so compelling to me- bc his grief is so so palpable to me

Very quick runthrough of his character: he's a snake oil salesman who sells bullshit products that don't work to make money; he started doing this shortly after he lost his friend and their daughter in a fire caused by this planet's version of Loan Sharks, who came by and killed both of them because he couldn't pay his loans back in time (which he initially took out bc his friend was having severe health issues after she had had their daughter and was still dealing with those)(yes his friend, Penelope, makes me insane please ask me abt her). Thenn while selling things, he runs into a gang headed by a gal named Isaiah, where he finds a guy he knew from childhood- Azazel, who he protected in their childhood aaaand was the guy who gave him abandonment issues early on bc he just up and dissapeared after kissing Vel! Zamn! He's a lil fucked up, horny, he's got horrible self worth issues, and I regularly want to strangle him <3 /aff

Ppspss you should check out his whole ordeal over here on the nifty lil website I made with info on all me and my buddies' ocs :3 all his info is over there:

buuuut you should also ask me to expound on literally anything ive said here 👀i'd jump for joy <3

Anywho- I hope this answered your question FKDSLFJS anytime I think abt this guy I start eating drywall /posi, he's my current favorite

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 2: "Where is Bella?" (Part 2, short)

It was shortly after 6:00 a.m. when Mortimer woke up unintentionally. “Oh, good morning, son“/”mmh, has mother banished you for the night again?“/”Mhm, hnhn. How's your heart?"/ ‘My answer to that is always the same, so you don't have to keep asking me that question.’/ ”Sorry. Your daughter was up late. Is she still working on her project?“/”That's not a project, that's nonsense!”.

“Give her a chance, Mortimer. She's the only one here who isn't unstable. She trusts in the power of science"/ ”Science… I don't think much of it anymore… Bella's gone, she's left us…“/”chh, there's an explanation for everything, it just takes time. Do you mind if I take a nap?“/”,Do what you can't help doing”.

“Good morning, Dad. Are you going to the gallery with me after breakfast?“/”What do you think about going to school first?“/”But there's no school today, not until tomorrow. Today the teachers wanted to meet in a, uh… Conc… um?“/”Conference?“/”Yes, exactly“/”mmh. well, let's go to the gallery then”.

“Oh, good morning. I actually wanted to make us breakfast…“/”But we're hungry now. Oh, there's a deer out there“/”no, just a roebuck. All right, I guess I'm off the hook for cooking today“/,,for once”/

After breakfast, they left the house together. “Alex, what do you say you make your way to the gallery already, I'll follow later"/,,I can go alone? O.k., but I'll wait for you outside“/”,all right.“/,,Bye, Cassy, see you later”/ “oh, I'll be out a bit longer, Alex, I'll see you tonight”/”,0.k., ”.

Mortimer deliberately waited until his son had boarded the bus, then kept talking. “Are you going to meet Don?"/ ”I'm planning to, yes. But first I have to go to the institute, there are some important things waiting for me"/ ‘why are you still so stubborn about this?’/ ‘because you've given up on it, Dad, that's why’. He narrowed his eyes. “At some point you're going to reach a limit."/ ‘Hn, I haven't even come close to reaching all the limits yet’.

“I've seen so much, Cassandra, I know where life begins and where it ends. And everything that comes after is more than familiar to me, through all our ancestors. “/"And as you know, not even our ancestors have a clue where mom is, she's not in this world and not in the hereafter… Otherwise“/,,I don't want to hear any more, please.”. His voice sounded tortured and his look was tired. “hh, all right”.

“Are you still seeing Dina?"/ ”Not often, you know that. And you're sure you still want to marry him?"/ ” of course, I love him… And… I don't care what people say here"/. Her father raises an eyebrow. Don didn't have the best reputation in town because of various women's stories. So it was incomprehensible to him what his daughter liked so much about him.

“Why didn't you look for someone else? Someone down to earth… Not so… Wild"/,,he's not wild, he's very charming and polite…. And he knows that I… Have my principles“/”and you're not even church-educated, my child. You could have anyone, you know that"/ ‘hm - I want him and he wants me, his proposal came quickly, but he's serious’/ ‘I hope so’.

Cassandra is friendly and loves her family more than anything. People also like her shy side. This is particularly appealing to Don too - and she knows it. They have never slept together before, she deliberately wanted to wait. She had to. Because of her principles, as her father believes….but maybe there's something else behind it?

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @plumbobgothica ⭐😊

My story posts are also welcome to be shared.😊🙂

[love-beyond-space-war]

can I be cheeky and request the non-requested story you were gonna do then dropped in favor of requests only: Alliance - Thel 'Vadamee?

I didn't really have ideas and that's why I got rid of it but I'll see what I can do! Here's a short story of Thel saving a marine darling during Attack on Crow's Nest.

Alliance

Thel 'Vadam (Halo 3) x Human Marine! Reader

Synopsis: You try to get used to having a Sangheili, a species who used to be your enemy, around more often.

Content Warning: Romantic/Platonic Pairing (Dubious), Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character, Xenophobia due to War, Takes place before Chief was found at first then time skips to after, Canon typical violence and death.

The UNSC gaining help of the Sangheili was very important to win the Human-Covenant war. You understood this but still struggled with the idea of working with them. They were your enemy for a long time, after all.

In fact the one who frequented your base concerned you the most. Thel' Vadam, an Arbiter of the Sangheili, had done a ton of damage to humanity alone. He had glassed planets and hindered humanity in the past.

For that... you struggled to welcome him.

Thel was always polite when talking to human leaders and usually paid other marines no mind. You could tell the stares got to him at times but offered no comfort. You were also a marine stationed at The Crow's Nest that still feared Thel like many others.

Thel working with The Chief himself was an admirable trait. Despite this you couldn't just forgive his crimes. You mostly stayed out of the way and only answered questions when talked to.

Thel often came to base with other Sangheili but even then you typically stayed away. You had your own thoughts on Sangheili. Thoughts you'd keep quiet about.

Turns out Thel's Sangheili had their own thoughts about humans.

One of your encounters started in hostility when you accidentally got in the way of one of his soldiers. You were roughly pushed away from your workplace as a Sangheili growls before laughing at how high you jumped. You couldn't stop your beating heart.

Said Sangheili was then kicked into place when by Thel, The Arbiter. You could see Thel glaring at his subordinate before pushing him along. You then see Thel give you an apologetic look for his dishonorable brother.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks you. You struggle to find your words but eventually find something to say.

"Easy to do but it's nothing much, Sir...?" You reply. "I don't blame his actions, tension is a little high."

"I see." Thel hums. "I'll discipline him after seeing your Commander. Take care."

You'll admit you're thankful Thel knows how to keep his Sangheili in line. That interaction didn't help how you felt about the Sangheili as a whole... but you did respect Thel a bit more. Regardless... it still felt weird to be around him.

As much as Sangheili are helping the UNSC, you'd have to wait until Master Chief was located before this war could be changed.

---

Your next encounter with Thel was actually on a "mission" with the Chief himself. Once found, Chief was brought to The Crow's Nest. However, shortly after said base was attacked by Covenant.

As a marine should you fought with all you had. You stayed in the barracks and tried to defend against the waves and waves of Jackals and Grunts. It's when Brutes got involved that you began to falter.

You've seen Brutes tear marines apart, quite literally. You tried to give it your all, spraying bullets into crowds of Covenant. Despite this it was certainly a futile effort.

Before you knew it you were picked up off the ground by your neck like a toy. Claws threatened to crush your windpipe as you were disarmed. You stare the Brute in the eyes as it roared at you.

Even in your situation you try to fight. You struggle and claw at the hand around your throat. You try to kick the chest of the beast but it only laughs at your attempts.

You begin to fear for your life... until the familiar streaks of a plasma sword slide through the Brute's chest like butter.

The Brute drops you as it roars in pain, falling to the ground with an audible thump. You flinch when you barely land on your feet, looking up to see your savior. Your eyes grow wide when you see who it was.

Thel looks down at you with a plasma sword on hand. You feel your throat close as conflicting emotions bounce around your head. Thel, the one who's massacred countless humans in his past, saved you... a weak marine.

"Can you walk?" Thel asks you and you nod, regaining your footing and searching for a nearby weapon, Covenant or not.

"Yes, Sir!" You bellow, the Sangheili gesturing you to follow him.

"Your Sergeant has prepared a ship for us to leave. I've come to gather the other humans at the barracks." Thel explains, looking back to make sure you're keeping pace with him. "You're lucky I found you, Jiralhanae would eat a human like you once they killed you."

You feel yourself gulp, fear gripping you at the idea of that.

"The help is appreciated...." You say softly, running to keep up with the taller Sangheili. You push away your thoughts for his kind to share your gratitude towards him. It's fair to say he's earned it for saving your life.

"It is no issue." Thel states, aiming his Carbine down a hallway. "We are both soldiers fighting against a common enemy now. I'm supposed to aid you."

"Then I will do the same, Sir." You offer, Thel glancing back towards you.

"You fought well back there. The Jiralhanae are challenging foes."

"Brutish..." you hiss under your breath.

"Indeed." Thel snorts. "The name you give them certainly fits."

You were surprised how casual a conversation with Thel can be as he escorted you and other marines to a Pelican. To repay the favor you made it a goal to watch his back. You were also quite thankful The Chief came in to clear the landing pad of Brutes with Thel.

Taking your promise to heart you fired at Covenant troops until it was clear enough to lead. Even when you missed, Thel or Master Chief were quick to clear the threat. By the end of it Sergeant Johnson was escorting Thel and the marines onto the Pelican.

You found yourself taking a seat by your safety, sighing in relief once the ship closed. Thel looked down at you to notice you were there but said nothing. Instead, you spoke up in a whisper tone.

"Thanks for everything... you've earned my respect." You smile, the Sangheili looking back at you.

"It was the right thing to do, wasn't it. I think you've proven yourself as a warrior in training. I hope you're promoted in the future." Thel answers back, listening to the Pelican roar away.

After this... you think you can accept Sangheili a bit more. The past will never be forgotten, you are aware of what Sangheili have done before. Yet the fact Thel saved you made you rethink things.

Maybe you'll accept Thel and his species as a whole faster than you thought after this war is over.

[suusoh]

quick check in for our dear author susu!😁 you may or may not answer this ask, im just curious ab sth after i saw your vents. i hope reflecting on these questions can make you feel better though!😃

are you, by any chance, pressured by the attention your works are having? did you not expect that a lot of people will like your craft? do you actually prefer having fewer audiences? i feel quite sad that this toxic world of internet where audiences just look at creators as machines to produce and produce has seemingly taking a toll at you and i sincerely hope you feel better ab it soon and eventually rekindle your love for writing.

love,

your reader

you're very kind anon :-)) thank you for sending me an ask. I hope you're doing good as well?

I've think I've explained things better on my other blog but I'll try my best to answer your questions here as well <3.

(any bitterness or snippiness picked up in this answer is not aimed at you anon!!! you are very very precious and kind. susu is just talking out of frustration.)

Not pressured, maybe overwhelmed and shy at times, but not pressured, no. If i don't like a request I literally don't entertain it at all and will just answer it shortly. If i don't feel it then i just don't.

to be fair I didn't even expect an audience in the first place. I was literally jsut writing because I felt like i was going to explode (or implode?) if i don't get my ideas outside of me. It felt like i ended up just talking to myself with fic dialogue, or staring mindlessly in my room while i just watch scenarios in my head. So i thought, heh, why not make it into a fic. no harm done.

If anything anon, I was quite expecting for myself to be.. uh... niche? I guess my expectations started out wonky because prior to monster, I came from very large fandoms. So as an x reader, as a yandere x reader, and as a yandere x reader who warped johan into her own personal characterization with near zero-canon basis at all just to get her rocks off at that too, I figured I'd just be writing for only a certain amount of people who choose to seek me out.

not sure about the fewer audiences thing, I don't quite care for numbers. But i guess what I preferred isn't "less followers" per se, but I think i would've preferred the energy and the synergy of interactions back then when it was only quite a good number of people. felt intimate. Like can you believe I got more comments when there were less people on here, compared to with more people on here... people are more quiet now?

quiet- in the sense of showing appreciation and enjoyment of the writing of course. the amount of people in the ask box..... is another different thing. my ask box is definitely not quiet.

to be fair anon, I don't think they're doing it intentionally. I guess with how niche monster is and how there were only so few of us here writing johan x reader content, people of course asked for more.

but now i guess i do feel a bit... tired and listless now. Because it felt like i've already achieved my goal of seeing what I want to read. If anything, i think i've written so much content of what i want to see that I've even made myself sick lol.

so now it feels like im at the point where i don't have the same drive as I used to before. there's no personal goal keeping me going, and the people who inspire me to keep on writing are very few and far between (aside from friends of course), compared to those who just wish i'd keep writing so they'd get their daily dose of johan copping a feel up or something. idk.

truth be told. what makes me feel tired is that not only did i grow to loathe my old johan writing and concepts, but it's exactly those concepts that people are drawn to, and keep asking for everyday. which makes me somehow loathe what i've written even more.

And honestly, look i can't blame them. When I wrote those, i was vibrating and i wrote it with so much love and energy at the time, and i'm sure the vibes they still translate into those posts.

but it just feels so so so confusing and honestly... emptying to me that that's all people who come here care about, that's all they ever ask for, and in some weird ironic laughable twist, they don't even show any appreciation for it.

and like shit, im not even sure if appreciation is the right word to use. I'm not asking for praise or anything. but literally just... talk? talk to me? talk about your thoughts on it?

and NO. talking about your thoughts on it is different from downright just sending in something with no explaination. just some blank prompt that you think I'll pick up, go insane over, gush over, and spit out 4 paragraphs worth of whatever you sent in.

and again yes, the glaring answer is "just ignore those asks then lol. pay attention to nice asks instead.

but then again, it's just tiring that the only story comments i ever seem to get nowadays are just those asks. i'm talking about the majority.

and before anyone says i'm too negative or too sensitive for focusing on the bad instead of the good: I do pay attention to nice comments, i hold them close and dear to my heart. made a whole freaking tag and folder just for it.

but it's just that they're so rare and few and far between compared to how much people have the time to type in another request, but can't seem to type in at least one... thank you. or... say that that what i did was... really nice.

and it i feel so confused again because people assure me over and over again that they like my writing, that lots of people like my johan writing.

but with the way i'm treated and interacted with here.... i'm starting to think that sure, maybe people do like my writing: but it only because it gives them their fill.

so whenever i go on a break or when i go post something to express my worries with my blog and i get asks or comments. i just... I have to laugh a bit at just how much of those asks feel like they're saying the same thing:

It's less of "oh no! susu is going away and needs a break." and more like "oh no! now we won't get any more johan."

[akehoshimystar]

Ai SSR

FAVOR

Part 1

After my shift at the cafe, I dropped by the office.

Ai: Would you be willing to lend us your assistance?

Kou & Yuzuru: …….

There, Kosaka-san was talking to someone on the phone while Kise-san and Kou-san watched the situation. As I quieted my breath so as not to disturb him, I heard a cheerful voice coming from his phone.

Man: "You don't have to sound so distant, Kosaka-san. Please just leave it to me!"

Ai: I'm grateful to hear that.

Man: "I'm glad to finally be able to return the favor. I'll try contacting them right away.''

Hearing his eager acceptance, a feeling of relief washed over Kise-san’s and Kou-san’s faces.  Shortly after, Kosaka-san answered a few questions before ending the call.

Yuzuru: Good work, Yashiro-san.

As you may have heard, there has been some progress on the matter of the strawberry daifuku.

Ito: Really?

It all started with a request for Yuragi-kun, asking him to “celebrate client’s mother’s 70th birthday with her favorite strawberry daifuku.”

Ito: (Yuragi-kun also seemed to be looking forward to it, since she’s asked him to act as her grandchild several times...)

The Japanese sweets shop that had the best daifuku, according to her, had went out of business last month.

Ito: By progress, do you mean… Have we found its new location?

Kou: It’s a bit unfortunate. But apparently, one of the apprentices has opened a new store. Ai-san used his connections to mark its whereabouts.

But Ai-san didn’t brag about it at all, so I ended up sounding like I was gloating about it, even though all I did was submit a report.

Ai: It's the superior's job to take over the work of his subordinates. You and I both did our tasks to the fullest, that's all there is to it.

….….Hmm, he works as fast as ever.

Kou: There’s been an update already?

Ai: Yeah. He already booked the reservation over the phone.

Kou: Really? Ai-san, your connections are really something else. How did you even establish a network with the Japanese sweets buyer at the department store anyway?

Moreover, he seems very fond of you. Like a vassal supporting their emperor?

Yuzuru: No good deed goes unrewarded, you see.

Ai: It’s no big deal. 

He just chose to go with the plan I had prepared and climbed his way up, that’s all.

He wasn't arrogant, but he wasn't too humble either. From the way Kosaka-san spoke, it was clear that this all came naturally to him.

Ito: (.....So people like this do exist.)

A few days later, I witnessed Kosaka-san's dignified disposition once again. This time, an unexpected event had struck the case I was in charge of. 

Part 2

Ito: (I have checked the other company’s documents, but they were still a lot cheaper than the market price. ..... I don't think this is a simple mistake...)

???: -san, Yashiro-san.

Ito: !

I suddenly turned around and saw Kise-san looking at me worriedly.

Yuzuru: Are you all right? There aren't many customers around this time, so feel free to finish your shift early.

You have a meeting with the potential business partner tomorrow, right? Were the documents left as they were...?

Ito: I received the revision yesterday, but...

Yuzuru: If you have any concerns, please come in today. Ai-san should be in the office right now.

Ito: !

Yuzuru: Fufu, it's okay. He is more open-minded than you think.

I’m not saying it’s not a burden to be relied on, but if you hold back and don’t ask for help, your efficiency will suffer. 

As such, Yashiro-san, please don't hesitate to ask for help when you need it. Sorry if I came off as overbearing.

Ito: ...No. I'm grateful, actually.

(I've been wondering whether it was worth discussing….. But I should tell Kosaka-san after all.)

The biggest selling point of this wholesaler was the wide selection of alcohol they managed. Mika-san and the other staff were also very impressed, and we were looking forward to the deal. However….

Ai: That's certainly strange. There’s too much of a benefit for us. 

As he looked over the latest version of the documents, Kosaka-san’s eyebrows began to frown.

Ito: The price was much lower than the market price to begin with, however, the prices of new featured goods have also been lowered. 

Ai: Offering it at almost a cost price, huh…

Who’s the person in charge? Is he new?

Ito: Here’s their business card.

Ai: ……..

Haaa...... What a pain. It’s the same name and last name………. Too many conditions are met.

Ai: Yashiro.

Ito: Y-Yes.

Ai: I'll attend the meeting tomorrow.

Ito: ! Thank you very much.

Part 3

The next day. The eyes of the man in charge lit up right after he saw Kosaka-san. He bowed vigorously and said, "It's been a while!"

Person in charge: You may not remember, but I was indebted to you in the past! So I have always wanted to repay you someday.

Ito: (I see how it is. This person also wants to be what Kou-san called a “vassal supporting the emperor''...)

Ai: Thank you. Can we get down to business now?

Person in charge: Of course!

The man nodded energetically and started his presentation regarding the matter of the prices being "too" beneficial for us.

Person in charge: ……So what do you think? I think I've learned quite a bit about pricing.

Ai: Yashiro. Any thoughts?

On the inside, I was surprised by him calling on me. However, I opened my mouth, praying to sound as neutral as possible.

Ito: I think it's a very attractive proposal. But, I believe the burden on your company may be excessive. Would you mind clarifying a bit more?

Person in charge: Ah... No, it’s okay. You guys don’t have to worry about anything! As long as we make a profit overall…..

Ai: So you’re saying that this price can be passed onto other stores as well?

Person in charge: Um, well...

Ai: Forgive my manners, but has this document been approved by the company?

Person in charge: !

In contrast to the man, whose shoulders were trembling immensely, Kosaka-san continued with his usual calm demeanor.

Ai: If a problem occurs, depending on the scale and details, it may not just end with the person in charge being fired...

Now, let me ask again. Have you spoken to your superior about this?

Person in charge: ………….

...Did I…. disappoint you, Kosaka-san?

Ai: The end does not justify the means.

I appreciate your kindness and generosity, but I cannot accept this unless it is legitimate.

Kosaka-san words were the decisive blow that led the man to withdraw the documents.

Kou: Hmm? So he’ll come back later with his boss and a new proposal?

Yuzuru: I'm glad nothing serious happened. Good job, Yashiro-san.

Ito: I didn't do anything.....

Ai: Yashiro. You didn't overlook the mistake and reported it to me.

Just accept the fair evaluation.

Ito: (Ah….)

Ai: Well done.

Ito: ...Thank you very much.

(It somehow slightly crossed my mind..... but I feel like I tend to get overly happy when Kosaka-san praises me.)

(Maybe this is why people called him "His Majesty")

Yuzuru: By the way, Kou-kun, what's with that paper bag?

Kou: Oh, this? A gift from the Japanese sweets buyer addressed to His Majesty.

Daifuku made with fruit pickled in sake. It’s still under development in collaboration with an artisan.

Ai: I'll have some.

Favors come in many forms, and sometimes they can turn into blind faith, dragging those around you into a recklessness. 

Ito: (But Kosaka-san is the type of person who can "properly" take a favor and turn it into strength...)

Aporia is truly a place where charming and eccentric people gather. Here, I felt like I was able to get a glimpse of the popular Kosaka Ai, our Majesty.