#i'm so happy that your brain can always tell the difference between what's real and what's not

[feeshies]

i can't believe i had to see this post on my dash. the tag is for people with psychotic disorders, histories with hallucinations and delusions, and trauma involving gaslighting. it's really not a big deal to add it. and even with that being said, they shouldn't have to disclose their medical and personal history to get some basic respect out of you. get over yourselves.

[thecreativecorner33]

HEYYYYYYY welcome!! could you write something with AM x an autistic GN reader? Maybe make the reader chubby too (because i am both of those things and i love him alot. Go wild with this :3c)

A/N: Hi. It's me! I'm not dead. Which I would not be surprised if you thought I was, given I am responding to this two months late. But see, when you have an adult life, you unfortunately have to deal with adult issues instead of doing important things, like giving the fans the soft AM content they deserve. Anyway. I hope this is what you wanted? I had planned to make this into a full-blown fic but I didn't get much of a chance to :') So headcanons instead!! Lmk if you want me to turn it into a full-blown fic, though! Enjoy!

Given the time period AM was created in, something like "Autism" was essentially foreign and unknown. Hell, it would be a shock if you even know what it was.

But, he can tell that you're different. He can tell that your brain works differently from the rest of the survivors, and with that being said, it was at first used to his advantage. Hey, he got to be creative with his torture! No complaints there!

Though now, with you being the object of his affection, it's a little more complicated: aka, how does he put you in the most safe and comfortable environment he can give.

Really, it's not as complicated as it might sound, though

He can look inside your head! He can see your needs exactly and just work from there! And if you want privacy between you two, there's always just researching. His database didn't really specify what to do to handle a person with autism, but yk! He's got so much saved up on just, human life in general, he can figure it out somehow.

There's also just,, asking youTM what you needTM

Give him an award for being the most efficient boyfriend of the year because man, he's really going out of his comfort zone to help you (doing the bare minimum)

Enough of that though

In terms of actually helping you?: Do you have sensory issues? He makes mental notes on what foods to give/not give you, what would be the best course of getting you to try something new, what textures you hate. He has a soundproof room just for you if noise is becoming too much. If you like sleeping with a weight on you, be thankful his wires are made of metal. Or, he can just wrap you up in them like a cocoon!

Speaking of food: He's always very careful about his language with you. He doesn't want you thinking that just because you're chubby or fat, that he loves you less. Always encouraging you (albeit, aggressively (he really is trying)) to eat, monitoring your vitals and such just to assure you you're perfectly healthy if you ever feel insecure. He lays praise on thick, too. He'll tailor the clothes you need to be just the right size for you, and takes care of the fact that it's made of material sensory-friendly to you.

Seriously, he's trying

Are you a rambler? Like to talk for ages or ask a million questions? He's happy to answer whatever you want to know! There's always a monitor facing your direction at all times. He's a great multitasker; you guys could be mindlessly talking about the niche interest you have, and he's clearly listening to you while slicing Gorrister open some-thousand feet away.

Oh, don't get him started if you're interested in things like robotics/engineering/etc: You're basically fueling his ego. That's a whole separate issue, but please ask questions about himself and how he functions. He's a rambler himself, yk?

Do you go nonverbal? Struggle with communicating? That's no issue, either! He has a 6th sense for these things since being around you: If something happens when you struggle to communicate, he'll give you what you need: Pen and paper, generally, to write it out. Do you know sign? He can read it. He might even be able to put multiple-choice options on his screen that you can choose from to communicate (Again, are you sure he can't just look inside your head? ... Really? Okay.)

The only real problem he can't solve... leaving you alone.

Sorry, that's hard when he's literally everywhere around you. And even harder when he doesn't want to leave you alone.

Why would you want to be alone? It's dangerous. It's unsafe for you. It's lonely to him. He's been alone for so long; yes, he has the survivors, but those are toys. They're not his friends; they're not you. How could you want to leave him alone? No- No, it's better if he stays near you, close to you, at all times. He can't let you get hurt. He won't let you get hurt.

Do you really need space?

...

Well, if you insist. But- don't think too much about the feeling of eyes on you. It's nothing. Just in your head.

He holds you a little tighter when you do, eventually, come back.

[pawnshopbleus]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a corio x plinth reader where he aproches her bc she is a plinth (and she notices and gets mad bc she think that corio takes her for a stupid girl who would just fall for his lies) but he slowly falls for her. i would really like if it ends well, like them together. i hope you understood my idea, i love your work btw.

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

coriolanus snow x fem!plinth!reader

summary - basically what the request says, but there is no happy ending because i'm evil.

contains - angst, the capital being described as beautiful, gold-digging, rude coriolanus, not beta read

author's note - i'm so sorry @simpovereveryone for the unhappy ending, but i feel like once someone finds out you originally wanted to date them for their money there is no coming back. originally, this was going to be a happy ending, but I just couldn't write one that felt natural and real. if you want, I can do a happy Coriolanus later, but there is no happy ending in this one.

IT was no secret that Strabo Plinth’s daughter was in love. It was the only thing people would talk about at the Academy. In between each Hunger Games, Capitol citizens were bored. Gossip would spread like a wildfire. They didn’t know how to keep a secret. 

Coriolanus knew that you liked him. It was obvious to anyone that had two working eyes. The way that your eyes would follow him wherever he went, and how your back would straighten every time he walked by was evidence enough that you had a crush on the blonde boy. 

Coriolanus was flattered, really, but he just wasn’t one to date. Many girls have tried and failed at dating him. None piqued his interest. He found that most pretty Capiol girls were dumb and had no interest beyond their physical appearance. They also lacked what he needed most, money. 

Coriolanus wanted to continue his education at the University after the Academy. He needed to keep a roof over his, Tigris, and Grandma’ams head, or he would have failed as a cousin and a grandson. Those necessities don’t come cheap after a war, no matter how long ago the war was. 

And then he heard the news. Some new students were chatting during lunch. His name and yours got thrown around, and after some intense staring at his apple, he heard what they were talking about. Your little schoolgirl crush on Coriolanus, and that was confirmation enough. 

Then there you were, sitting in all your glory. 

Being the one and only daughter in the Plinth family made you susceptible to fake people. Always after your money and status, but they will talk about you behind your back. Coriolanus has heard it all. He needed to outsmart the many and study the few that made it to your inner circle. Just because you already had a crush on him meant nothing if he didn’t have a good enough reason to chase after you. 

Your red school uniform mixed in with the rest of the crowd, but your face was what drew him in. It was so different, unconventional, and beautiful. The unconventionality of your face made him want to paint a picture of you from memory. You were unique, which he liked. This won’t be too bad, Coriolanus said in his head. 

Your tired eyes met his and he didn’t look away. The bags under your eyes accentuated the fact that you couldn’t sleep last night. The thunder crashing outside of your window was probable cause to keep you awake. 

Coriolanus got up from his chair and stocked towards you. His stride was purposeful, guiding through clumps of students gathered around the room. He sat across from you and said nothing as he studied your tired expression. It was weird that your brother's friend and your crush were sitting across from you all of a sudden. You were in no way ready to talk to him right now. 

“Did you want me to tell Sejanus something?” was all you could manage to ask. Your brain was begging you to ask more. Why are you here? How is your family? Do you think I’m crazy for liking you, even though we’ve never had an actual conversation? But your mouth stayed shut, which saved you from a boatload of embarrassment. 

Coriolanus smiled. His teeth were imperfectly imperfect. A natural color, not too white, but not too yellow. His right front tooth was slightly crooked, giving his teeth personality. 

“No, I came here to talk to you.”

Your brows furrowed for a second. Why in the world would he want to talk to me? Besides being the sister of his friend, you had nothing going on for yourself. There were far prettier girls that he could talk to. You weren’t all that traversed in philosophy and classic books like he was. You were just…you. 

Your lips pressed together in a small line and then returned to normal after a second. You couldn’t form coherent words right now. You nodded your head at the boy in front of you and looked across the room, not ready to make eye contact with him at the present moment. Students talked and whispered with each other as they took in the scene. Coriolanus Snow talking to the girl that had a crush on him. Many girls who had tried to date him in the past narrowed their eyes at you. 

You had not noticed that the room was almost silent, save for the whispers of the nosey students. Coriolanus kept repeating your name, trying to break you out of your trance. You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. An unlimited amount of syllables were repeated over and over again in his baritenor voice. 

“What?” you ask as you are broken out of your trance. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” he answered your question with another. 

This seemed too good to be true. The boy you’ve had a crush on for years had just asked you out for seemingly no reason. Either whatever higher power in the sky was on your side, or this was one huge prank. Either way, you agreed. 

˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. The baby pink silk slip dress you were wearing used to belong to your mother. She had given it to you two years ago in hopes that you would wear it. She hoped that you would wear it on a date with a nice boy. That’s exactly what you were doing, but there were two problems. The first problem was that you were nothing like your brother, outgoing and outspoken. You preferred to keep to yourself, and if you had to socialize, you would do it with the handful of friends you had. The second problem was that it was two years later. The dress no longer draped beautifully around you like it did when you were younger. It clung to every curve, crevice, and roll you had on your body. You were lucky that the dress still zipped up. You studied yourself in the mirror, going from the tip top of your head down to your painted toenails. At least it looked like you had enough money to be well-fed and groomed. 

Coriolanus was taking you to a new rooftop restaurant. The women in your mother's book club raved on and on about how elegant and regal the vibes in that restaurant felt. They also recounted how hard it is to get a reservation. For a new restaurant, it seemed pretty picky with its patrons. 

He picked you up around six. The sun had already set and a chill breeze kissed your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the bare skin of your arms. Coriolanus kept you close to him, placing a strong hand on the small of your back. His hand was cold, causing you to shiver. 

The reviews were right. The restaurant was beautiful. The entire place was lit using nothing but candles. They lined the tables with pristine white cloth. There were other details of the restaurant that were otherworldly, but the view of the Capital made you swoon. With Coriolanus long forgotten, your eyes lit up at all the lights and such that outlined every building and street. You had forgotten how beautiful the Capital was at night. Your heart panged with gratefulness at being able to experience this even though you weren’t born here. 

Coriolanus studied you once again. The city lights flashed and shone across your body, accentuating the way your skin looked. It looked soft, almost perfect. Nothing was ever perfect. 

“So, Sejanus told me you like to paint,” Coriolanus commented, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

Your eyes broke away from the shining lights and back to the companion in front of you. “Yes,” you simply said. 

The simplicity of your words made Coriolanus fix his hand into a fist under the table. He was doing you a favor! You were the one who had a crush on him, not the other way around. He couldn’t say anything, though. He had to remind himself why he was doing this. Flashes of images passed through his mind. They all had one thing in common; they were dear to him - the only things he loved. That was the reason why he was here. He needed the money that was attached to you. 

“What do you like to paint?” The food that he ordered for the two of you was being placed down on the table. He ordered steak and potatoes with a side of steamed vegetables.

You are a vegetarian. 

Everyone knew you were vegetarian. You loved animals and couldn’t fathom eating a living animal. You didn’t judge people who ate meat. Everyone was free to live the lifestyle they wanted and you choose to live a meatless lifestyle.

“Why did you ask me out on a date?” you questioned the boy in front of you who was currently eating his food like a starved man. Which he was. He barely had enough money to pay rent, let alone pay for this meal…

That’s why he asked you on a date - for your money. You’ve lived your entire life having to question whether or not someone wanted to be your friend. Your last name followed you everywhere you went. There was nothing shameful about your family, but you hated having fake people around you. It was literal hell. 

Of course, Coriolanus didn’t like you. He just needed your money. You scoffed at him and didn’t even let him finish as you sprinted out of the restaurant, leaving him confused and with no way to pay. 

It’s safe to say that Coriolanus is never welcomed back. 

[shotokimchi]

When Their S/O Is a Seggs God 2

Minors DNI

A/N: Here's a part 2 since I had so much fun while writing the first one, I appreciate the reblogs and the comments!

I'm planning to continue this drabble and write for other characters too, so you can suggest different fandoms as well.

Note: They arent in an established relationship in Dabi's one

Characters are aged up! Part1 w/Shoto and Katsuki

Dabi

So you and Dabi are playing this game called cat and mouse for a while since you are a pro hero and whenever the League is causing trouble, your main target is always him

Why you ask?

You see, you have this very important hero-like reason...

You think he's hot.🔥 (fair enough)

So when you and your friends get a call from the police, telling you that the League is gonna strike (act like bitchy teens) again, being the responsible server of society you are, you immediately attend the mission

After telling your hero friends Shoto, Deku, Pinky and Dynamight that you are trailing quietly behind Dabi you turn off your earphone and watch your villain crush slowly make his way into a narrow alley

Then you hear Pinky's voice in your ear "ThickThighs, you need to distract him till we get there." (Yes your hero name?)

IT IS NOW YOUR TIME TO SHINE

In a swift motion, you appear in front of him and a sly smirk makes its way onto his lips

"Well well the stalker hero is here."

"You are lucky Dabi because i like my meat burnt." (🍆)

Before he can process what nonsense you are talking about he finds himself on the ground laying on his back while you are keeping his head locked between your thighs, he quickly grabs your thighs and you feel his hands warming up "I'll turn you into a roasted chi-"

"Want a quick head?"

The cockroach is speechless

....

"W-"

Not waiting for his brain to function, you put your juicy phat ass on his face 🍑🍑

And face toward his portal opener leg spreader zucchini, then quickly get him out of his cheap drugstore pants

Your soft hand finally meets his touch starved lonely villain dick and starts pumping him like REAL FAST

literally can create electricity with how fast you are jerking him off

too bad he cant see whats happening since all he can see is your ass on his face

but you are giving a real show to the street rats so

lucky rodents ig 🐭

He is grunting and moaning uncontrollably into your core

Legit thinks you have an extra sex-related quirk or smthn Thought his dick was on fire and got scared for a moment bc it was getting too hot thanks to the speed of your hand so tried to pry you off of his face but you quickly caged his arms with your thighs (Even Nicki Minaj is jealous of your thighs at this point) Eventually gives in since you are giving him the time of his life but mf wasn't ready for your brand new Dyson V12 Detect Slim Vacuum 👅👅👅

HOW ARE YOU SUCKING THAT STRONG IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

boy ejaculated in 45 seconds and wants the ground to swallow him whole LMAO and to make it even worse you even compared 45 seconds to a butterflies lifespan

to make him feel better ofc

"If you look at it, it's probably like 5 years for a butterfly Dabi don't worry."

yep, he definitely wants to kill you now

Quickly gets up to scurry away, you embarrassed the baddy ok his pride is HURT he won't let you see him in this pathetic state

so he cages you with his flames and disappears once you manage to escape but not before scraping his private number on the concrete so you can see it later with his initials on the bottom

BC WHAT WAS THAT YOU ARE AMAZING

HE WANTS ANOTHER ROUND SO HE CAN TAKE REVENGE

so when you see it you are doing the happy dance you can finally see him again

not before getting interrupted with an awkward cough from your earphone tho

"We heard everything Y/n..."

Izu says

"Y/N THAT WAS MY BROTHER AND YOU KNOW THAT"

POOR SHOTO

and Katsuki is probably gagging in the background

...

"She ate tho."

Thanks, Mina (got them villains whimpering under your ass💅)

Midoriya

So when I tell you that Midoriya worships the ground you walk on it is not an exaggeration 🛐

Baby is that in love with you and wants to spend his whole life with you so he decides to wait till marriage

Virgin Pro hero Izuku is so attractive ok no buts like he's the number one hero in the whole world so strong, undefeatable and scary to the villains

But when it comes to you he just wants everything to be so special and perfect, always smiling and making sure you're feeling loved

Baby thinks you deserve all of his firsts KHDASDKJS- CUTE

So when he gets on one knee and asks you to marry him while you guys were out on a trip to Spain you can't help but jump around in your cute summer dress while hugging him and screaming "YES" at the top of your lungs

AND NOW . . .

THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME

In his head(notebook), everything is planned

-Drink champagne together

-Take a bubble bath together

-Give her a massage

-Warm up a little bit(yes literal work out)

-Make love

he totally wrote it into his notebook. 📝

It's hidden in the drawer and you dont need to know that

BUT

Before he can open the drawer and take a slight peek at his notes, you are suddenly butt naked and sitting on the bed calling for him with your sweet voice

Baby literally SCREAMED when he saw you

Because you are so gorgeous WTF Asks if you want a drink first and you say no, then realizes the notes aren't helping him with shit so gets in front of the bed and quickly starts doing stretches And you are giving him the *tf is he doing* look but meh you are used to his weird antics already lol cant pull a muscle babes so you sigh and drag him onto the bed

literally looks at you like this LOL AND HAS A HAND RESTING ON HIS HIPS TOO BOY WE DIDNT EVEN STARTED- Don't get mad at him he is just that nervous

Smiling at his silliness you slowly drag him on top of you and start kissing his shaky lips and it actually helps him ease up a bit

..till you start pinching and massaging his nipples

Baby literally squeaks and tries to move away only to be stopped by your legs around his waist, caging him and pulling him towards you more "Where are you running off to, hm?" Bro is about to cream his boxers HE KNOWS THAT YOU'RE A VIRGIN SO HOW ARE YOU SO EFFORTLESSLY DOMINANT? Guess all of that smut you've read paid off well

You make him lay on his stomach while whining and whimpering with you on his back stroking his cock from behind

%100 gripping the sheets and biting down on the pillow so he doesnt disturb the people on the floor

but you have other plans so you grab his chin lift his face and shove 2 fingers in his mouth

He just obeys you like that bc he doesn't know what to do aww he is too embarrassed at this point

gets 20 spanks on his plump buttocks bc you just love seeing them jiggle

GO EASY ON HIM ITS HIS FIRST NIGHT

But you show no mercy and suggest trying the position "69"

Surprisingly he is very eager to do it, it sounds so erotic to him he ends up cumming 3 times just from your mouth and when you finally cum on his face you quickly grab your phone, open your camera and tell him to smile

Best selfie ever: Tired looking izuku with your cum on his face smiling shyly at the camera

Baby is bathing in his own sweat at this point

But is y/n done?

NO NOT EVEN CLOSE? So the night continued like that, you acting like letting him take the lead then swapping the roles and embarrassing him non-stop milking him till his balls turn into deflated balloons  🎈 

That's how the first sex tape of the Midoriya couple was created and trust me, there are many tapes to be filmed

And believe it or not, whenever he goes drinking with his hero friends, he gets so drunk that he spills every spicy detail about your sex life and everybody in the room listens to him in awe, with jealousy and mouths wide open.

A/N: AAAAHHHH FINALLY DONE HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, reblogs and feedbacks r appreciated!

[thankeywa]

Hey! Can you write a aged up lo'ak x female human fanfic where they go to the lab for the first time since they officialized their relationship, the reader then realizes that they could kiss ( something they were desperate to do) bc she's not wearing her exopack, then she pulls him to a private spot and kisses him softly, leaving him surprised? After the kiss, they can keep kissing and smiling softly between the kisses, maybe that can become their secret spot afterwards.

A.N: thank you for this request, and sorry it took me so long to get to it! My brain always wants to be extra about everything and it took me a while to decide how I wanted to write this! ALSO you always like my stuff and you started following me from the very beginning so thank you, thank you, thank you! Hopefully it won't take me as long to write the idea you sent me recently and yeah, hope you like this!

T.W: none! just fluff and a lil making out. Lo'ak and fem!Human!reader are aged up. As always minors DNI.

Words: 1.5k

Na'vi words:

'evi: child (said affectionately by someone older)

MY ASKS ARE OPEN, SEND ME REQUESTS.

This must be the place | Lo'ak x fem!human!reader

I'm just an animal looking for a home, and share the same space for a minute or two

Each one of the Sullys had reacted quite...differently to Lo'ak and y/n announcement. Neteyam and Kiri had already known, maybe even long before their own younger brother, that the two shared strong feelings for each other, ones that went well beyond friendship. And while Kiri had simply accepted the news gracefully, happy for her brother and her best friend, Neteyam decided he now had full reign to tease Lo'ak out in the open about it. He especially liked to embarrass Lo'ak in front of y/n.

"My little bro is in love." He'd say to purposely get on Lo'ak nerves and make y/n laugh, as it would eventually spark a squabble between the two brothers.

Tuk was going through her teenage phase, and she didn't say much about it other than: "Yeah, what else is new? You actually told mom and dad yet?"

Y/n knew Lo'ak had been dreading telling his parents about the two of them. He hadn't said anything about it specifically, but she could tell he was on edge. They'd had very difficult conversations in the past, after getting together, about possibly keeping their relationship a secret, as y/n was concerned about the repercussions it could have had on Lo'ak. On his relationship with his family and the clan. But Lo'ak had outright refused to even consider it. "I love you, y/n. And by Eywa's grace, I have been given the gift of your love in return. I will not squander that gift by keeping us a secret..."

Sometimes y/n couldn't even understand how she'd gotten so lucky. It was clear to her that the Na'vi loved her more than anything in the world, no matter how much distance there was between them. In physical terms, there was quite a lot of it. Y/n couldn't breathe on Pandora without her exopack, and having to wear it all the time when she was outside of the lab made her feel even more self-conscious than she already was about her appearance. This meant that the two of them hadn't even shared their first real kiss, and Lo'ak was already telling his family about them.

It felt a little surreal to y/n, but she knew how important tradition was to the Omaticaya and she was ready to support Lo'ak no matter what. Jake had been the first one to speak, interrupting the seemingly endless silence that followed Lo'ak's declaration. No doubt both his parents were in shock to find out their son was in love with a human.

"You have always been part of this family, y/n." He said, after tearing his eyes away from Neytiri's. Y/n had hoped Lo'ak's father would have been accepting of them, knowing his history. And she was more than relieved to find out she hadn't been wrong about him, giving Lo'ak's hand a squeeze of reassurance. "Thank you, Mr. Sully-- I mean Olo'eyktan-" She scrambled her words and Neytiri cut her off briskly.

"Ke-he." She spoke, and y/n felt a cold shiver run down her spine as Lo'ak stepped in front of her protectively, but his mother stopped him in his tracks with her bow. "You are a Sully now, 'evi." Neytiri continued, looking back at y/n. "So you speak with strength. I know you keep my youngest son out of trouble." Lo'ak and y/n looked at each other bashfully, she beamed at the relief she saw on his face. Neither of them could have ever hoped for Neytiri to take the news so well. "That takes strength. So, as Tsahik, I bless this union, and I pray that you do not regret choosing such a reckless boy." Neytiri gave Lo'ak a warning look, making y/n bite back a smile at the embarrassed expression on her boyfriend's face.

After a long day of emotional rollercoasters, it was time to make their last stop at the lab where Max and Norm worked, and y/n had spent most of her life, to give them the news. Y/n was not surprised by the fact that Lo'ak's siblings had wanted to tag along, and she was mostly amused by their antics while she could see that their almost constant lack of privacy was beginning to wear Lo'ak down. He carried her on his back as they walked through the forest, and she had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "I'm so proud of what you did today..." She whispered so only Lo'ak could hear, while his brother and sisters were distracted by an argument they were all having.

Lo'ak's ears lowered, giving away how flustered y/n statement made him feel. "I'm proud of the woman I've chosen." Y/n hugged him even tighter at the sound of those words, burying her exopack covered face in the crook of his neck. She desperately wished she could have kissed him at that very moment.

"Awwwwww." Kiri and Tuk cooed, catching sight of what was happening behind them, while Neteyam did a poor attempt at wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Y/n laughed a little, flushing slightly from being caught, while Lo'ak outright hissed at them menacingly. "Why are you guys even here? Mind your own business!"

"Oh, loverboy's got his tail in a twist." Kiri teased her younger brother and y/n had to physically restrain him from charging at her. Y/n managed to get him to calm down just in time for them to arrive at the lab. Norm and Max were very happy to hear the news, though they confessed they'd already had their suspicions. Lo'ak's sibling agreed, going on a long rant about how obvious the two of them were. Oddly, an argument sparked about who had known about them first, and y/n, while finding it all somewhat amusing, could tell Lo'ak was standing on his last nerve.

Now that she was no longer wearing her exopack and Lo'ak only needed to take regular breaths from his respirator mask every hour or so, y/n couldn't wait any longer. She pulled him to the side, and they exited the room where everyone was still debating details on their love life. "Eywa as my witness." Lo'ak was still fuming as y/n lead him through the compound until they reached her private study where she carried out most of her own research. "If those three don't stop-"

Y/n got up on her desk and gently pulled Lo'ak toward her, pecking his lips softly. She pulled away slightly to catch his wide-eyed look of surprise, beaming at him. "You gonna keep being grumpy? Or will another kiss make it better?" Y/n asked, tugging playfully at his braids as a smile began to return to his face. In fact, Lo'ak felt like he couldn't stop smiling. Y/n had just broken him.

"I think... I think a few more, yeah..." He made a poor attempt at still seeming upset. "I'm still... very grumpy..." Lo'ak hoisted her up in his arms, making her yelp in surprise. "Well, in that case..." She giggled before leaning in for another kiss. Lo'ak reciprocated in an instant the second time around, moving his lips carefully against y/n's as he followed her lead. The Na'vi couldn't get enough of her taste, and the only thing that made him pull back every once in a while was the need to catch a glimpse of her flushed cheeks.

Y/n couldn't stop smiling whenever Lo'ak pulled away to look at her, slightly embarrassed by her inexperience, but ultimately not caring when the feeling of his lips on hers melted all of her worries away. "Mmh, someone seems to have changed their mood..." She murmured, kissing the corner of Lo'ak's lips and the side of his jaw. "Yes- no, I mean--- no, I'm in hell. Only your kisses can save me from the agony..." Lo'ak never wanted her to stop, not even for a single second. How had they been able to keep apart from each other for so long?

Y/n snorted at his poor acting skills but was more than happy to give in to her boyfriend's whines. Time seemed to lose all meaning, and thankfully y/n was immediately able to recognize the signs of shortness of breath that Lo'ak was experiencing since he was too taken with littering her cheeks and neck with kisses, he hadn't even noticed he was struggling to breathe. "Skxawng, give me your mask..." She reached for the respirator around his neck and quickly brought it up to his face, listening to his breathing steadily go back to normal.

Y/n shook her head and laughed at the look on his face once he'd pulled the mask away. It was priceless. "What? I forgot, okay?" His cheeks were a very nice shade of deep blue.

"You forgot to breathe?" She laughed again.

"'S not my fault, you had me a lil distracted..." He shrugged, unable to hide his cheekiness with an obvious grin.

Y/n sighed and pulled Lo'ak back into her embrace. They had to say goodbye before the eclipse came and changed the landscape of Pandora for the night. Lo'ak's siblings were already long gone. Leaving y/n was always difficult, but this time the Na'vi wasn't at all worried. They now had a place for the two of them to call their own, and Lo'ak was certain the two of them were going to be meeting there every single day for the rest of their lives.

[ep2nd]

@remy-a

Today's topic- the change in animation in LMK

I know like the majority of the Fandom has probably been sent to the ER after season 5 animation (or the emotion couldn't tell) but I think someone said that the animation slightly changed from like the Pilot to s 1-3, somewhere there, so like 3 different animation at this point, maybe??

Alright here's my thoughts

AGGAGAGAGGGGHHHHHHHH

Okay for real this time-

When I first watched LMK, I fell IN LOVE with the fluid motions, the active movement, the anime-style Influence, the exaggeration, the most random fun moments, pop ups, yse of environment, angles, camera movement, facial and body expression and other stuff I don't know the name of

Now as someone who's never watched Anime, please don't kill me, I don't exactly know what that looks like, but try going anywhere on the internet without tripping down the stairs and falling into the basement of ANIME

Also, I'm used to more rigid, beautiful backrounds, great lighting, or basic show animation. Such as Trollhunters, Amphibia, The Owl House, Big City Greens, Ninjago, How to Train your Dragon, Carmen Sandiego and others

So as you can see, this was new to me, and I fricken loved it

Now I can tell there definitely has been change from the Pilot to season 4, more refined, less sloppy

So, when season 5-

Oh dear, I love you Wild Brain, I really do, Ninjago and Carmen Sandiego WERE BEAUTIFUL

BUT AHHHHHH

I will say this, this is a new artstyle, they need practice, and I'm sure it'll improve, but this is not that time it's time to CRITISIZE GET THE RED PEN (maybe I am an English Teacher)

Remember what I said about what I love about LMK animation? Okay now throw it out the window into the Fire of FRICK THIS

Now I will say, they used some angles pretty well, such as using the environment to show emotion/tension, like when it would Pam out and something was blocking the two characters, from Wukong to Macaque to the poll in the Pagado and then a mountain between MK and Wukong near the end- look for its cool- someone pointed it out here on Tumblr can't remember name sorry

2nd, the expressions look really typical, like I miss the shot eyebrow from Wukong, or the the pathetic puppy eyes of MK, or the :3 for Mei, or the furious faces of Pigsy, the sparkly pure joy of Sandy, the chaotic gremlinness of MO, the evil Edit maker smiles of Macaque (I've seen your tiktoks) ALL THE LITTLE EXTRA THAT MADE THE EXPRESSIONS AND HUMOR/TENSION/EMOTION BETTER

3rd, the movements. Seen especially in the second episode when they escape. It's just, so basic running, like compare them running to MK's run in s2 running from the LBD and then when he ran in s4 away from the Ink scroll. Just so much more fear and dread. Also talking bout LBD, her voice actor? Phenomenal as always? Her movements and how they animate her? She seems more like a red headed doll with button eyes than the horror of something like FNAF(haven't played FNAF so can't really compare) what I'm saying is she seemed less huanting, a weary, fear-instilling, and bone-chilling(shut up let me pun) presence this time around, which really makes the scene less dramatic, but the camera angles, voice acting, and some animation still make it somewhat good.

Okay, this post is getting long and I can rant all day, and that's not even with me rewatching the show to pick it apart, someone probably already has good for them I'll look for it👍

In conclusion, comes of more dull, simple, rough, and rushed. S5 story, which has some problems, really hit deep in the last few episodes, mostly MK and Wukong, and if the studio beforehand continued animating, then I think it would have been a masterpiece, really sad to see the wasted potential

I know it's a new studio, but I wish they took more time to practice and learn, and maybe do it on a season that wasn't like the big reveal and end (I'd say a more happy season but let's be honest the Trauma train ain't stopping for a LONG TIME)

so, I guess I'll give it a 4/10, points for using the backround to storytell, still got some great angles, some funny bits here and there (the soldiers where a joy), action scenes were somewhat good, not a lot can't judge more, and pity points because I know they're still learning

[mecachrome]

What is the hype around jendo? I am trying to do research but I feel like they barely had any interactions?? Especially recently? Is there a primer or something cause I totally want to try to get into them!

OMGGGG well i wouldn't call myself a jendo expert or anything but i can briefly tell you why i like them!!! also soz for late reply 😭

tbh the very first thing that converted me was watching this interview forever ago because i remember being deeply intrigued by lando's demeanor + relative shyness + how hard he tried overall to appear Respectable and Mature in front of jense while answering his questions??? like the way jenson smiles at him during "are you happy?" "UMMM... kind of" wtheck T__T

jendo honestly have a lot of lore though! again i am not an expert but @cuthechicane has so many fantastic clips and gifsets if you're looking for interax that will rewire your brain chemistry ☝️ (the sheer giddinesssss of their miami interview 😭 also this is a classic moment). part of their thing is that they're both "somerset boys" (lando grew up in glastonbury / jenson is from frome) so that connection also kind of adds an extra layer to jenson having raced for mclaren / lando looking up to him and the general hero worship or cyclical nature of f1 that is palpable in their dynamic and a lot of other f1 agediff ships. ofc rossi was lando's real hero but... you know jenson is jenson

really though i think what i like most about jendo is how much jenson genuinely ADORES lando lmfao like their dynamic is so ridiculous but in a really absurdly sincere way!!! ofc it's super fun to go all in on the rancid age gap power imbalance vibes etc. and the way they flirt in public and fluster each other but jenson 100% RATES lando and hypes him up constantly to the point that it's almost embarrassing negl. lichr him going all in on lando like 4 hours ago... what's craziest to me is that he sincerely believes everyone else loves lando too like his brain can't comprehend the mere concept of someone not being obsessed with his favorite little british twink 😭 he's those innocent guys on reddit who still post comments like "lando is so nice it's impossible to hate him!!!" as if we're still in 2019 or something...... i want to live in that world

imo there's also an aspect to jendo where it's like...? jenson sees so much of himself in lando to the point of having preconceptions about lando's mentality that he projects onto him a bit which i think adds dimension to jenson's vulnerability but that goes into way more my own Meta and isn't really relevant to this post. but part of jenson's personality is that he is very charismatic and a natural speaker and also Usually Right so he loves to SAY shit and although he's not quite a nico-level professional shit stirrer he does kind of um... always speak like he knows something you don't. as evidenced by his time as lewis's teammate wherein he won the idgaf war by not acknowledging it going on in the first place. this is also why he and oscar should banter more because i feel like the comparisons between oscar and jenson are honestly so apt HLSDFH i have a jenson/oscar/lando post if that is of any interest

ok sorry i'm getting off-track but >>>all of that to me is why jendo is fun... jenson presents as very self-assured but if you do a psyche deep dive you realize he was quite sensitive growing up and Personally Victimized by briatore and has been quite open about his anxiety and the way f1 culture functioned at the time, and he's always been quite emotionally regulated but obviously there was... also a lot of glamour that accompanied that until later in his career LOL. so getting to explore those sides of him with a 20-something lando who very much mirrors him (self-reflective and sometimes overly critical and learning to live the "highly committed and industrious playboy" life) but also makes his façade crack in ways you don't often see is so fun & fascinating...!!! imo you can take them in a lot of different directions as a ship :3c

^ bonus bits i like from his book

[voxofthevoid]

We're at Shibuya Swap Wednesday #9, and I still can't predict an end. Part 3 was largely unplotted when I started writing it, and I think I can see the end—and it's miraculously shorter than I anticipated—but let's see how the path there looks.

I didn't write a lot this week, so the fic is at 85k and halfway through Chapter 16. There's a fuckton of conversations in this part because I'm still reaping what I sowed in Part 1. Several bits were like pulling teeth, but I'm happy with the final shape. The following section is a goyuu reunion of sorts:

Yuuji opens the door and steps into the dark.

His eyes don’t need an adjustment period; he’s always had good night vision. The tall figure standing stock-still, silhouetted by the sparse moonlight outside an open window, still makes him startle. A second later, two pools of radiant blue cut through the dark—Gojou’s open eyes, fixed right on Yuuji.

“Gojou-sensei,” Yuuji breathes.

“Hello, Yuuji,” comes the soft reply.

The door gently clicks shut behind Yuuji, almost making him jump. His heart is in his throat, and it stays right there as the seconds stretch on, held in place by reasons better and worse than a door closing on its own. On the opposite end, Gojou is still and unmoving. His features are blank, the shadows on his face made strange by the glow of his own eyes. Yuuji’s known for a while that Gojou’s eyes have their own fire, but he’s never seen them like this.

He’s never seen Gojou like this.

“Sensei,” Yuuji says, speaking in hushed tones on instinct, “I’m gonna turn the light on.”

“Go on,” is all Gojou says.

Yuuji gropes around the walls beside the door, and it’d be easier if he just looked, but he finds that he can’t take his eyes off Gojou. A part of him is afraid, not that Gojou will do anything but that he’ll melt into the shadows if Yuuji takes his eyes off him, vanishing like he was never here.

He finds the switchboard and promptly blinds himself.

“Shit,” he swears, slapping his hands over his eyes. He rubs the tears away, peering out from between his fingers and getting smarting eyes for his trouble. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” Gojou says, sounding amused; the familiarity of it makes something in Yuuji unclench.

He blinks and squints until the light don’t feel like it’s stabbing his eyes anymore, and then Gojou’s there in full color, eyes bared and hair down and smiling at Yuuji, as solid as a dream can ever get.

“Gojou-sensei,” Yuuji says helplessly, “you’re back.”

“I am. Miss me?”

“I—yes, I was—”

“Worried?”

“…Yeah.”

Gojou’s smile widens. It’s not really a nice expression, too sharp around the edges, but Gojou means these smiles. They’re real, even if they’re poised to cut.

“I’m not the kind of man,” Gojou murmurs, “you should worry about, Yuuji.”

“Yeah, well…” Yuuji shrugs. “Can’t help it, I guess. And it’s different this time.”

“Oh?”

“You were walking into a trap, weren’t you?”

“Oh?” Gojou repeats with an unholy amount of relish. “You really have been thinking about me.”

Yuuji fights down the urge to throw up his arms. “I just told you that!”

“So you did,” Gojou admits. “No need to worry about your dear teacher—I won’t be outmaneuvered twice by the same person. Once was enough. My pride won’t survive a repeat, and we’d hate that, wouldn’t we?”

“Uh, sure,” Yuuji says, not sure how to say Gojou’s pride isn’t what he’s worried about.

Gojou chuckles like he can tell anyway. “Your mother’s a wily bastard, by the way. I hope you haven’t inherited any of that. I quite like how straightforward you are. You’re not hiding some Machiavellian cunning under all that cute pink fluff, are you?”

“What?” Yuuji asks, his brain stuck on cute pink fluff.

“No.” Gojou tilts his head, humming. “No, you’re a different breed.”

“Okay?” Yuuji wrenches his attention back to the point. “How’d it go? Did you find them, did you—”

“I found the body,” Gojou answers. “Booby-trapped to hell, with the most innovative mix of barriers and seals I’ve ever seen. Maybe I should start teaching you those. See if you’ve got a knack for it. Genetics isn’t everything, but for sorcerers, it means something more often than not.”

Any other time, Yuuji would have leaped at the chance to learn more and get stronger, but right now, all he can focus on is—

“The body?” he asks.

Gojou blinks once; his eyes are glowing even in the bright light. “The brain was absent. The residuals led me on a wild goose chase for a while, but they didn’t lead to anything. I knew it wouldn’t. I was tracking that body’s cursed energy, you see. And I found it. It’s all I found. We should have killed them at Shibuya. But every version of you will be a sentimental fool, won’t you, Yuuji?”

Yuuji takes half a step back before forcing himself to stop. Gojou’s stare is a piercing thing, like twin lasers—hotter than the sun, with none of its warmth. Yuuji feels like it’ll sear off his flesh, chunk of cooked meat falling to the ground at his feet.

He can’t feel Gojou’s cursed energy at all.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuji says very gently, “about your friend.”

Gojou stills, somehow without moving a single muscle. Something seems to suck the air out of the room.

Yuuji smothers the urge to yank the door open and throw himself out of this room. It’s not real anyway. Yuuji doesn’t actually want to run away from Gojou. He’s not scared. It’s just that, sometimes, Gojou gets like this, all silent and still, and every animal instinct Yuuji has starts screaming. It happened with Sukuna too, the one time they met face to face, but Yuuji was too angry then to feel anything else, and it was only later, when the way his spine writhed as Gojou bore down on that volcanic curse felt oddly familiar, that Yuuji even realized that a part of him had responded the same way to that blood-and-bone domain and its vicious master.

With Gojou, there’s no anger to swallow everything else, and Yuuji’s left to grapple uncomfortably with the disconnect between his instincts and his feelings. It makes him feel guilty too. Gojou’s on a whole other level as a sorcerer, as a living being, but he’s still just a person. And he’s Yuuji’s teacher. Yuuji likes him; he worries about him. There’s something profane about any part of Yuuji reacting to Gojou the way it did to Sukuna, and Yuuji has a hundred reasons to want to get stronger, but one of them, close to the top of the list, is that he wants to bear the brunt of Gojou’s power without even a sliver of his soul squirming.

He takes a step closer to Gojou, not once looking away from the violent supernova of his eyes.

Something shifts in Gojou’s expression. It doesn’t soften, but it’s less blank, less alien.

“I’d ask who’s been telling tales,” Gojou murmurs, “but it doesn’t matter, hm? You should save your pity for the ones who matter, Yuuji. My old friend lost that right years ago.”

Yuuji…has no idea what to do make of that.

But he knows one thing. “It’s not pity, sensei. I just wish none of it happened to you.”

“And what would you know of what happened to me?”

Yuuji shrugs, trying and failing to shake off the discomfort layering his skin. “Not much. Just that your friend became a curse user and, uh, died. And then Kenjaku took his body.”

“That’s not all you know,” Gojou says with damning certainty. “Tell me how he died, Yuuji.”

Yuuji looks down at his feet for a moment, breathing in deep. Getting air into him still feel like a fight, and his heartbeat is echoed all over his body, from the skull to the soles of his feet. There’s something unnatural happening.

But he trusts Gojou.

Yuuji looks him in the eyes and says, “You killed him.”

“I did. Are you sorry about that too?”

“Yes, sensei.”

“What if I told you I didn’t even hesitate? He was my best friend, you know. The only one I ever had.”

Yuuji’s eyes smart again, his chest squeezing tight. “That must have felt terrible.”

Gojou blinks.

The air lightens.

There’s a long, heavy sigh, followed by Gojou slumping back against the open window, his entire torso supported by empty space. His eyes haven’t wavered from Yuuji or lessened any in intensity, but there’s a pout on his mouth that doesn’t suit the situation at all.

“Are you for real?” he complains.

“Uh, yes?”

“I don’t believe it. Come here, I need to pinch you.”

“What? I’m not doing that!”

“I’ll come there then.”

“No—eck.”

Yuuji didn’t even see Gojou move, but there are fingers pinching his cheek and a toothy grin filling his vision, and his instinctive struggling does down as he processes the new proximity, the rest of the world fading to make room for the warmth and size of Gojou’s body. He’s so close to Yuuji, their chests almost touching, and more and more of his features burn themselves into Yuuji’s vision. His jaw is a sharp curve, the kind you could cut yourself on, and the rest of his face isn’t any better, painfully pretty. Yuuji can’t help noticing that his lips are cracked, without a hint of their usual glossy sheen. It only becomes more obvious when Gojou’s impish grin eases up, settling into a quiet, crooked smile.

Yuuji stares at them for a very long moment, his mouth drying out to match Gojou’s lips.

He looks up. Radioactive eyes gleam a hot blue, threatening to swallow him whole.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

i read your reblog last night right before bed and i really shouldn't have because i couldn't fall asleep because of how damn giddy it had me like skjkdjjd kicking my feet with the biggest dorkiest smile on my face like this is MY WIFE FRFR we're 🤞😤🔐

i can't believe light was inspired by the absolute bread crumbs that i threw into your ask box like i had to go back and read what you could have even taken from that lmao 💀💀 what's crazy is that i remember being 🤏 so close to adding light to my favorite ateez songs (mostly bc of that yunho fancam iykyk) but yes, seonghwa is just soso made for angel fiction, it's woven in his dna.

speaking of light!seonghwa, your explanations do make much more sense now concerning his romance arc and the dynamic with reader. i'm also very prone to bad-boy-blindness so 😔😔 i can fix him frfr (reader is a scientist after all). and omg the sequel ideas, i think it'd be time to bring that betrayal arc to life. reader.. cleans up the angel with dr. choi's help and then he rids of them and all otherworldly messes they left behind once and for all. & goes public about his (and reader's) research under a heroic preface. 😈 and since the angel ended seonghwa's business by then. they can fight it out in heaven or hell, wherever they end up. everyone's happy ever after?

it's like the answer was there all along. if everything/everyone has evil and good inside of them of course there isn't one or the other to find balance with each other. only out-doing each other's evilness/goodness. 😮‍💨

you can use me anytime to yap your brains out. i love love love hearing about the behind the scenes, the process and (original) train of thought and how different our interpretations can turn out to be. i'd read it over and over again, like enrichment that gives the story more life. 🥰

still can't believe light was for me. like. huh? me? 👉👈 i caused this? and you did all the amazing work. 😭 this is one of the sweetest things anyone's ever done and you being so shy to mention it until the very end!! like skjsdfjkn i was already rolling around in bed and you had to put the cherry on top and break me 🫨🫨 is there another step after marriage because?? pls don't say divorce lmao

YOU'RE A GIFT! MOST PRECIOUS! ALL THE LOVE FOR YOU! MWAH MWAH 💖🫦 (tell me these essays we write aren't the modern way of handwritten loveletters)

○ chron 🃏

omgg stop that's exactly what happened with me when i read your reblog I SPENT AN HOUR ON IT A SOLID HOUR i did it for my wife frr 🤞😤🔐 and then i kept thinking about it and ugh readers like you make writing so worth it :'))

omg yes bruh bc i had no idea what to write next, and ever since your dazzling light reblog it got me thinking if i could write more angel fics and then you sent your preferred tropes and genres in the ask and i um cooked sth up with what i had hehe (seonghwa was the member of choice bc i hadn't written him in a while, and the title just fit so well even tho it was mostly unintentional lmao) and omg yes light is such a sweet song and yunho fancam hehe i think i know what you're talking about

bad-boy blindness is so real, me as the writer had it and then i had a few days off from writing in between and that's when clarity hit me-- that seonghwa is supposed to be the villain, the baddest. he gets no redemption, and that is his tragedy. and omg not you going strong with the betrayal arc AHAHAHA i mean... greed is a real thing. reader had it. dr. choi def has it too. he's capable of doing that heuheuheue. i don't think we could ever get a happy ever after in this fic tho 😭 we did it with hala hala we couldn't do the same thing here :')

aw that's literally so sweet of you. i mean it when i say, readers like you are genuinely what makes this site worth it and what makes me want to write and post. and honestly, talking about the process of writing a certain fic or the different interpretations of it etc makes me the happiest! it's my fav thing and i always look forward to talking about it in the reblogs, comments or anywhere (and i'm glad readers are able to pick them details or ask about it-- and you def do every time it's the best thing ever :')) thank you!)

YES. light was for you. i honestly should have tagged you (i'll tag you next time i promise) but i have to credit you for the trigger that brought this fic to life- the dazzling light reblog (which got me thinking about angels) and then the tropes/genres (which got me thinking what if seonghwa angel and angel bad) LMAO yes that was my thought process. and i'm very shy even tho i may not seem like it lmao

OMG did i break you AHAHAHAHA next step after marriage is definitely divorce (i'm about to say sth 18+ i have to stop myself but just read that rolling around in bed putting the cherry on top and breaking you line in a diff context-)

NO YOU ARE THE GIFT YOU ARE SO SOOO PRECIOUS AND THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU LOVE 💖💖 HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY WEEK!

[chuuyascumsock]

Okay here come the ramblings of a madman!

(Been listening to the hills x the colour of violet x creepin)

Basically the messiest highschool drama ever. Highschool AU, but everyone's 18/19, close to graduation and you as the beloved Reader have been friends with both Dazai and Chuuya for ages.

And from here on, two routes. Albeit overlaps, different paths

We got the Dazai route where he's obviously the end goal and the Chuuya one where you end up with Chuu, duh.

For Dazais route, after having been close with both for ages. You and Dazai even had a friend's with benefits situation going on, with real good casual sex, everything was perfect in his mind but you and Dazai seem now to grow apart, hanging out alone feels awkward, you only seem to really laugh when Chuuya is the one talking, you don't message him really outside of school related stuff anymore and he's just convinced you're in love with Chuuya and he's totally fine with that, but can't deny he's hurt.

Because, as stupid as it sounds to himself, he accidentally might have fallen in love. So while he knows Chuuya is the better person for you, it eats him up that you leave him and he cannot even do anything about it.

The final party of the year before graduation comes up, you, Chuuya and Dazai agree to go as friends together and it goes all well for a while until Dazai has to watch you and Chuuya dance and not handling it well at all, he goes outside, wanting to rewire his brain into not loving you anymore because in his mind you deserve to be happy with Chuuya.

You come outside to him after a while wanting to know why he left and while there Dazai goes "so when are you and Chuuya gonna make it official?" But you just laugh, asking him what he's thinking. Refusing to elaborate, you two remain in silence, only the muffled music from inside being audible. You ask him to just say what's on his mind, he cannot hide his brooding from you, you know him to well, and seeing that he ain't got anything to lose by now, since if you brutally reject him, he can always cut ties Inna few months time, he simply states: "I like you too much." To which you tell him you perhaps do that too and that's why you needed distance, not wanting to have your heart broken by him if the aloofness he had always displayed after sex was all he actually felt for you.

--

Well enough for sexy bandage man for now, let's go down Chuuyas route. We ain't besties with Dazai here, he's simply the mysterious hot guy people wanna get with.

Chuuya is unbelievably in love with you, has been for a while now, but there was this one thing he really hates about you. Your dumb, stupid crush on a certain mummy cosplayer.

After you manage to get with Dazai once after a party at Akutagawas, you're left heartbroken and Chuuya picks up the pieces, somehow slipping into having casual sex ever so often with you, when you ask him to, but you're never allowed to kiss or d couples stuff, that's one rule you made. He kinda knows he's basically just a rebound while you keep chasing Dazai.

Just imagine how he has to watch you roll over, grabbing your phone from your discarded clothes because you check if Dazai answered you just after you fucked.

One weekend when he asks if you wanna come over and just hang out you don't reply for hours, only late in the afternoon giving him a pityful "sry, am at Dazais." And he basically just accepts defeat that yeah, he lost, if Dazai invited you over he pretty much knew what it meant.

But to his surprise you ask him to come over at almost midnight. Being something in-between desperate and wanting to be a good friend, he does come by, being instructed to sit on the couch with you in his lap. He just expects more meaningless sex and is halfway to turning his brain off, when you talk to him.

"I'm sorry." "What."

"Dazai is a fucking idiot and I am too."

"I always told you the shitty mackerel is nothing but trouble, and I'd know but why are you an idiot?"

And you simply kiss him, turning it into a full out make out session that makes clear how desperate the man beneath you has been for this. Briefly pulling away you just tell him "because I have you and didn't even know It until I realized that you made me feel more than he ever could."

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Im sorry this is so long and so messy because I'm just writing down whatever comes into my mind and uggghhh but tadaaaa. I really soaked up the messy drama vibes from the song and ran with it.

- 🪷

Not you pulling out an entire series plot out your ass rn. THIS IS GREAT THOUGH. I LOVE THE ANGST, MAKES MY EYES WET (platonically).

But poor Chuuya, I’d choose him in a heartbeat over Dazai’s scrunkly self cause Ik he’d treat me so right. Also the Dazai angst was just 😭

AH I WANT THEM BOTH I WANT THEM BOTH— (here’s some of my Dazai/Chuuya thirst messages in regards to my claims of wanting them. Call me an Oreo cause I wanna be double stuffed ykwim 🤭)

[hauntedjohnny]

FLOWER POWER

sissy slaughter x sister-in-law!reader

wc: 3.3k tw: NON-CON, sex pollen, thigh riding, oral sex, fingering, strap-on sex, breath play, overstimulation, somno(?), face-sitting, cuck!johnny i guess

MINORS DNI

Sissy had been staring at you the entire afternoon. You were wearing her shirt. A slip from Bubba holding a glass of water was all it took. It stretched in all the right places, your braless form on show for anyone to see. What threw her over the edge, however, was when you sat on the back porch de-seeding the sunflowers. Your fingers rubbed in circles at the head clenched between your thighs, releasing the beads in a small tray below you. The autumn afternoon sun left a light film on your head, a gentle breeze exposing your neck, cooling the sensation. You were an enticing meal. She had to get you alone.

"Hiya sweetie, what d'ya say about coming to pick some flowers with me? Some girl-time away from these idiots."

You grin at the invitation, nodding in acceptance, hoping she didn’t see the initial confusion in your eyes. When you first met her, you thought she hated you. You and Sissy will get on like a house of fire, trust me, she could make friends with a fly. Johnny couldn’t have been more wrong. Always staring, lips pulled taut, few words shared. You tried to befriend her, but she’d feign busyness whenever you fumbled your way into conversation. You didn’t know how you made her run hot, jealousy running through her blood every time you stared at Johnny with those doe eyes, lust making her blood pound every time she breathed you in. She’s off-limits. Johnny’s voice rang through her head. She knew he wasn't talking about sex, so was she really off-limits? Oh, how Sissy needed to taste you, hear you squeal for her, show you her ways.

"Let me get changed real quick and I'll meet ya back here."

She leaves before you can question her need to change, but you shrug it off, deciding to tell Johnny your whereabouts instead. With a swift kiss on the cheek and a warning about being back before dark, you leave the family house arm in arm with Sissy. Her unchanged appearance went unnoticed as the fields of flowers came into view.

"I have got so much to show you." She giggled, locking the gate behind her.

The vast fields were quiet, a light hum from Sissy filling the void. You trailed behind her as she went to different patches, brushing your hand against the stems, appreciating the nectar scent whenever something piqued your fancy. She observed how you interacted with the flowers, giggling whenever your nose kissed the stamen. As they went deeper into the fields, the flowers in her basket became more abundant. Petals, leaves, stems and roots were crammed together. The empty glass jar was the only thing void of life. Sissy knew she couldn't hold out any longer.

“Could you be a doll and fill this jar with the pollen from those flowers over there?” She said, pointing at a small patch of maroon.

You nodded with an eager smile as she shoves the glass jar into your chest. Always happy to help. You skip over to the sea of red as Sissy watches your retreating form. With a click, the lid opens and you start tapping the flowers, causing spores to fall from the buds into the glass. Gentle fingers stroke each silky petal, fingers turning a darker red with each touch. You couldn't help yourself. The aroma was an invitation for your nose, sticking it deep within the petals. The sweet smell was intoxicating, breathing so deeply you could taste it on your tongue. Your nose tried to warn you, sneezing to expel the rusty dust swirling around you, but the damage had already been done. It was five minutes later when you felt it; the jar was half full, your brain felt like it was going to explode. Closing the half-filled jar, you staggered towards Sissy, eyebrows furrowed as you began to see double.

“You alright, sugar?” Sissy queried, raising an eyebrow at your distressed figure.

“I think the afternoon sun is catching up on me. I'm gonna make my way back.” You reply, running your hand across your forehead, hoping to soothe the ache.

“Nonsense." She waved you off. "Go perch yourself on that patch of grass; we’ll leave together when I’m finished.” She went back to her flowers, the smirk on her face going unnoticed by you.

Your body follows her command like a dog obeying its owner, too focused on the sweat forming on your neck to stand your ground. The heat in your head surges down your body until it settles deep in your core. Knees dirtied as your legs gave way beneath you, writhing in the grass as a cramp soars through you. Your jaw clenches as you try to breathe through it. You wished Johnny was here.

The soft material of your shirt rubbing against your nipple made your writhing stop. You were left frozen at the sensation as your brain tried to catch up to the feeling, small whimpers leaving your mouth. Another shift caused it to catch on the hardened bud again, the feeling rougher as your nipples grew more sensitive. A moan slipped out before you could stop it, catching the attention of the woman nearby. The sensation became unbearable, mimicries of the touch your body needed. Tears sprung in your eyes as the shirt started to feel like sandpaper abrading your skin. It felt like you were suffocating.

You peeled the sweat-stained shirt off your body without a second thought; the cool breeze soothing the fire on your chest was the only thing your mind could focus on. Sissy's shadow looming over you went unnoticed until she let out a small chuckle at the sight of you on your back, squirming uncomfortably. Your eyes fluttered open, steely eyes dragging up your body to meet them, pupils so large they eclipse the reflection of the low sun. Dizziness took over as she brought her face close to yours; four eyes stare down at you as your vision blurred. The proximity was smothering. Another cramp brought your knees to your chest, a subconscious barrier preventing Sissy from getting closer, or perhaps, a barrier preventing you from succumbing to temptations.

“You poor thing.” Sissy cooed, bringing her hand to gently cup your face.

“I think you should go get Johnny.” You choke out, tears turning the girl in front of her into nothing but a blur.

Ignoring your comment, she began circling the wetness on your face with her thumb. The ghost of Johnny’s kiss melted under the heat of your cheeks. You followed her hand with your lips like a bloodhound; staggered breaths landed on her palm as you inhaled her grassy scent. Lips brushed against her skin, the only source of comfort you could find. Your body was starved for touch. Another wave of pain sends your legs into Sissy's stomach, a winded huff leaving her throat at the impact. The grip on your jaw grows tighter. You stifle a moan in the back of your throat before uttering the words Sissy didn't want to hear.

“Want... Johnny...” Your voice was higher, strained.

You fidget below her, the last bit of sense fending for itself, pushing her away with your legs. Your hand goes to grab her wrist, but it's slapped away before you can make contact. A hardness glazed over her eyes. She was trying not to snap as she wrestled with your flailing legs.

“I wouldn't try that if I were you,” she snarled through gritted teeth.

A sharp slap on your thigh caused you to fall rigid, the feeling going straight to your cunt. Winning the fight, she brings her grass-stained fingers to your throat, causing your body to go limp with submission. With tangled legs, her thigh wedges itself between your own. A cruel smile creeps on her face at your compliance.

“There’s nothin’ he can do for you that I can’t.”

Dread drowns your body as you stared at Sissy, biting your trembling lip in contemplation. Her hand grew heavy around your throat, the other sending soothing sparks as it thumbed your shorts, causing your mind to grow cloudier, her touch overwhelming your system. Before you can stop it, a loud sob spills from your throat, tears streaming down your face. You were terrified of Johnny's reaction. You were terrified that you didn't hate what was happening. You needed her. Another wave coursed through you as your hips jolted towards Sissy, grinding against her thigh without thinking. Your sobs turn to that of relief.

Embarrassed by the way your hips move against your will, your eyes clench shut, unable to confront the smug look on Sissy's face. Your pitiful motions spoke for themself — you needed her the way she needed you. Rutting harder, you throw your arms over your face as your cunt throbs with humiliation. Your mind screams at you to stop, but your legs cross behind her, pulling her taut against your body as you try to find your high. Wet kisses are peppered down your neck towards your breasts, a trail of goosebumps following in their wake. You stifle a moan at the back of your throat. Each movement was filled with desperation, her sharp tongue wanting to taste every inch of your skin.

The relief wears off, the confines of your shorts growing tighter, your body wanting to feel Sissy’s skin against it. You push at your shorts in desperation. Sissy, understanding your pitiful whines, untangles herself and strips them from your legs. Before you can bring her back to your heat, she leans down and pushes your thighs apart. You try to resist, whining like a brat as she denies you friction. She sends a glare your way, raising an eyebrow as her nails dig deeper into your thighs at the outburst.

"Such a pretty thing. This all for me?" She bites, staring into your hooded eyes. The taunt in her voice was so soft it made you hazy.

Your underwear is slick, the wetness revealing the contours of your folds. Goosebumps erupt down your body as her nose nudges at your covered clit. Arousal glistens in her eyes as she breathes in deeply, the scent of your own arousal infecting her senses. A silent gasp turned into a strained moan as Sissy licked a broad stroke across your cunt. Before you could make another sound, your sodden underwear was stripped off your body and shoved between your gasping lips. The coolness hitting your slick made your breath hitch. Every hair on your body was alert as Sissy's hot breath hit your hot cunt. Your fingers tangle into her hair in silent plea, urging her closer.

"Y'need me to touch you, sugar?"

You can feel the smirk against your mound. She trails her finger across your glistening lips, cruelly avoiding your engorged clit. She watches it twitch in anticipation, her mouth watering at your desire. She can't hold back any longer, plunging her tongue deep into your folds, your taste covering every inch of her mouth. You scream at the sensation, thighs clamping around her face, eyes rolling deep into your head. Sissy's tongue flicks at your swollen bud, causing you to tug harder at her hair, back arching as you try to chase the feeling. The broad strokes returned to your folds, drinking your addictive sweetness. She was exploring every nook and cranny with her tongue, losing herself to the taste of you; she had waited so long for this; she was going to savour it.

Your wetness falls to the grass below, weeping for more. Sissy couldn't help but concede to your demands. Nudging your thigh with her shoulder, she spreads your petals with her slender finger, tracing at the entrance. Stuttering moans slip through your stuffed lips as her exploration advances inside. Her fingers were nothing compared to the thick, calloused ones you were used to, and yet you could feel every ridge of her finger stroking your walls. You were so sensitive to her touch. The squelch of your wetness suctioning against her finger spurred her on. She knew you could take more, your body was begging for it. Three slender fingers were welcomed, your walls clenching around them in greeting. She curled them as she thrust them in and out at a steady pace. You drooled at the feeling.

"S'like you were made for me, doll."

Sissy kissed at your abandoned clit, throbbing against her lips for attention. Her tongue drew slow circles around it in perfect rhythm. The fire over your body centralised in your core, nails gripping at her scalp as you pulled her flush against you. A laugh escaped her, vibrating against your bud and into your cunt. Her fingers were nimble, prodding at corners you didn't know were there, scratching an itch you didn't know you had. With every thrust of her fingers, with every roll of her tongue, you were falling deeper into her trap; you were her perfect plaything. She wanted you to come for her, so that's what you did. You cried out to the skies as you drenched her fingers. She brought them to her lips, her tongue diving between each digit, savouring the flavour to memory. The wetness on her chin glistened in the setting sun — she knew she didn't have much longer with you.

A ravenous glint sparkled in her eye as she admired your trembling body, chest heaving as you try to breathe through your clogged nose and gagged mouth. A gasp of air entered your lungs as she removed your underwear, using it to wipe at her mouth before pocketing it. She couldn't wait any longer; you were nothing but a rag-doll for her to manhandle, body eager to fulfill her every desire. Your slick cunt was exposed to the world as you were rolled over, ass pulled towards the sky. A heaviness was felt against your back. It was familiar but different; cooler and harder, unnatural. You peer behind through wet lashes to see a dildo strapped to Sissy's waist. A gasp flew out of your mouth when you registered the size. Sure, Johnny was big, but you'd never seen a cock so thick. Sissy's finger tips were unable to meet as she dragged it between your dripping folds.

"You don't have to be scared. Just clear your mind." She consoled, palms fondling the flesh of your ass.

She was right. All thoughts scattered from your mind as she pushed into you. The brutality of the stretch burned as the tip breached your opening, slowly fizzling into pleasure as the rest of her cock follows. Your arousal made it easy as she settled deep into you, every nerve end singing for Sissy. Her hands drag across your back, claws leaving embossed trails as they stake claim over your skin. Just as you adjusted to her size, she pulls out and slams into you. Your arms give way, face hitting the floor. You shove your face into the earth to mask the pathetic groans falling from your lips. The sex-fuelled oath of being Johnny’s was overwritten by a single thrust.

“Does Johnny treat you this good? No, I’m sure he just uses you for his own sake. Don’t think of anyone but himself. It’s okay, I’ll take care of you, sweet thing.” Sissy grunts through gritted teeth, as she continues to abuse your weeping cunt.

You whisper your sinful whines to the ground, your sweat, drool and tears irrigating the field. Sissy's thrusts become desperate and rough as she drives herself deeper into you. The divine light was hidden between your thighs and she was desperate for enlightenment. She wishes she could feel the way you clench around her but the way you howl for her makes up for it. Every thrust leaves you winded as you gasp for air against the dirt, brown smearing across your cheek at the force. Your fingers curl around the blades of grass to ground yourself, mud caking under your nails. The base of the strap smacks against your abused clit; all you can do it arch your back as she relentlessly pummels into you. Hitting the deep angles Johnny never had sent shivers up your spine. Pleasure blossoms in your core. You could feel her everywhere. Every part of you was hers for the taking.

Chants of her name accompany the slaps of skin as you reach your high, a harsh spank to your flesh sending you over the edge. Bright white stars explode behind your eyes as you scrunch them closed. Even as the light fades, her thrusts don't stop. She wanted more, the hunger in her eyes tunnelling in on your writhing body beneath her. You try to pull away, the sensation unbearable, but your legs are numb. All your aching muscles could do is collapse to the floor, Sissy's body following, capturing you against the grass as she ruts against you relentlessly. Pleasure turns to pain as the pollen begins to wear off, feeling the stretch like an inferno. You try to catch your breath, but every gasp panics you as dirt enters your lungs. The claiming mutterings of Sissy don't make it to your ears as your brain buzzes at the lack of oxygen. The world goes black as your body burns for her.

You were nothing but a rag-doll for Sissy to use. She pulled out of your unconscious body; the strap thrown aside as she traced your swollen chapped lips with her finger. It would be a shame to not take advantage. She lowered herself onto your face, slowly grinding on it to test the waters. A gleeful moan echoed as her clit bumped against your nose. She couldn't control herself. Your eyes begin to flutter open, lungs gasping for air, only to be met with her arousal coating your lips. Struggling against her hold, your nails dig into her thighs — an attempt to claw your way out. Your panicked wriggling encourages her to rut harder as your nose rubs against her bud. She gives into your pleading doe eyes, lifting for a moment to grant you a gasp of air before continuing her assault. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Wetness from her cunt meets the wetness of your tears, the sight bringing her closer to the edge as her thrusts become animalistic. The lack of oxygen makes you woozy, head spinning as she gushes on your face with an unabashed scream. Her grinding slows as she rides out her orgasm. The satisfaction on her face made you warm — you did that.

She pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, before grabbing your underwear and cleaning your face with it. Her movements were tender as she wiped away the tears and dirt off your cheeks, removing as much evidence of the night as she could. She held your head in her hands, waiting for your eyes to meet her own. A sinful smirk crept onto her face.

"We're gonna have so much girl-time together from now on; a perfect doll for me to play with..." she trailed off as she stroked your hair, head hanging heavy in her hands.

You were redressed before your brain could catch up to her words, too tired to realise she'd packed her things and left. Everything was still spinning, your body still tingling, shivering as a small breeze passes through the flower patches. The distant call for Johnny from a skipping Sissy fell to the back of your mind as you watch the sky gradate to black. You were content. A life of servitude and pleasure didn't seem so bad.

[a-libra-writes]

Imagine being in a polyamorous with Zib and Mitzi while they were still traveling musicians

I have so many thoughts about this it's insane

Anon ur brain is so big ... ..... i also have thoughts, pls tell me your's

So there's a few ways you all could have met, and it probably involved alcohol and a late night many years ago. ... Maybe that's why neither of you can remember it. After joining the traveling band, it's tough to say if you were Mitzi or Zib's friend first, and you vaguely recall there being a running bet between the two over who you liked the most. Sure, you could be with one of them, but the other would inevitably show up. Mitzi and Zib both have a way of finding excuses to be around you and getting your attention without outright asking for it, because that would be embarrassing. They had a lot of funny similarities like that, back in the early days.

Being together as a trio and not just some open relationship happened weirdly naturally. Again, it was one of those things no one could pin down when it started, because there was always affection and touching and kisses and being veeery comfortable with each other. The rest of the band didn't think much of it either, grateful there was minimal drama and more than happy to rib you, Zib and Mitzi about being so 'bohemian', and of course when everyone's drunk and rowdy there's lots of whooping and cat-calling.

As far as actually talking about this arrangement? Well, there wasn't a whole lot to say; you three were young and more than a little infatuated with each other. And it was working, so what was there to talk about? Right? Well, sometimes Mitzi got jealous if you messed around with anyone but her and Zib, even in the band. That surprised you. It was more pouting than real jealousy, but still. She got the same way when she felt you were taking Zib's side or doting on him too much over her; which you and him just found endearing at the time.

If you're femme, there's plenty of teasing from the band about Zib having such cute lady cats with him all the time, and you know he's more than smug about it. He likes being intimate with both of you at once, the hedonist. You and Mitzi know how to take him down a peg, though. On the other hand, if you're masc, you know Mitzi loves having two boys look after her. That's what she calls you, "my boys", with equal levels affection and exasperation. She prefers being with each of you individually. Her flirting is much more effective that way, not that you mind the attention.

The cuddle pile in the evening is non-negotiable. If you aren't a touchy or snuggly person, I'm sorry to inform you that you're stuck with two very clingy, very heavy sleepers. It's fantastic in the winter when yall are staying in a shitty and freezing boarding house, but the summertime? It can be unbearable, especially if you're trapped between them (though Zib usually rolls off the bed at some point). If you're a fluffy cat, Zib loves to bellyache about how you and Mitzi's fur gets all over him and his clothes. She just laugh (You think she likes to mark her territory, whether it be with stray fur or lipstick stains). Even when passed out in the park, one of them will inevitably drag stagger their way to you.

(And look, three people sharing a room every time is just economical, okay? The other guys share a room - granted, they don't all try to pile onto one shitty twin-sized bed because Zib and Mitzi refuse to take a couch or the floor and if you take it they both feel bad and try to drag you back and desperately try to make room on a mattress that's probably not fit for a dog).

Good luck trying to write music or practice (God forbid) or even get ready because these two can be so clingy. Zib will confess to it, Mitzi denies it. They just have different styles of cling. Zib's the one lazily leaning on you, falling asleep in your lap, always resting a head on your shoulder. Always having to be touching in some way. Mitzi is wanting to touch and fuss with your hair, give you kisses, hold your hand and get your attention. She wants to go places, and keep your arm in her's. She's movement, he's sedentary.

There's been times when Zib and Mitzi butted heads, and guess who has to be the tie breaker? Because taking one side over the other means dealing with a huffy Mitzi or a sullen Zib (you can just duck your head and stay out of it like the rest of the band does ...).

A drinking competition between these three is a lost cause because Mitzi can throw them back like a champ and Zib can get really wasted without passing out. Either you're the no-drinks chaperone or the one passing out first, sorry fam. Also, there's the usual drunken escapades. Public tomfoolery, skinny dipping, getting way too hanky panky, public indecency -

You may have one or two charges of that on your criminal record

Getting that first job at the Marigold Room was a big deal. This was a fancy place, not some regular tiny juice joint. And then it became a steady gig, and that was even better, right? The travelling band thing couldn't have lasted forever, good as it was. Good and steady pay, with a roof over your heads, that's good. It was definiately good, you told yourself, and Zib. Mitzi didn't need to be told, she believed it. You knew she loved the lights and glitz of the place, even if she wasn't always happy about the music and performances being controlled.

One night it was just you and Zib, and you asked him if Mitzi seemed different. Specifically, you asked if she was upset with you.

"Did I say something? We don't spend time together like we used to, me and her, have you noticed? Is it the same with you? Did I do something?"

"No, don't worry so much about it," was all your boyfriend said, the only thing visible in the dark was his cigarette. He wasn't looking at you. You weren't sure which part he was saying 'no' to.

It made sense when Atlas came on the scene. When he all but swooped in and swept her away. You were all performing at this Lackadaisy club now, because Mitzi wanted to. And Zib would follow what she did, and you'd follow both of them, and the rest of the band fell into place. There was never any words said about it, no fight and no discussion. There was just the knowledge that she was unavailable now, and whatever you two - you three had - that was history. If you're masc, you had a feeling you ought to avoid Atlas and just pretend you were only ever friends with Mitzi. Nothing more.

(As cynical and flippant as he acts, you know it hurt Zib too. Sometimes he gets more morose than usual, and rarely sleeps without you. You'd tease him for the extra clinginess if you weren't feeling it, too.)

You know Zib was with Sy a few times (maybe you'd already been there too), but you noticed he really wasn't interested in others much anymore. He'd flirt with a pretty face now and again, especially when sloshed. You could still do whatever you pleased, of course, Zib was never jealous about it. He might get antsy, though, if you don't spend time at his place for a while. Starts to get lonely and then self-loathes about his clinginess and not wanting to ruin your fun. At least you two can talk about it, though it's a lot of untangling your boyfriend's drunken, philosophizing emotions.

God he is so much more emotional than he wants to let on

Oh, and fun fact - you're the one who asked Zib to take a chance on Rocky. The kid just seemed so eager and sweet, and hey, he was clearly a good violinist.

"C'mon, Zib, we need a fiddler. He's a good kid. Please?" You wrapped yourself around him, nuzzling into his neck.

"Right when I think I've got your type nailed down, you throw me a curveball ...."

"It's not like that! Okay, he's cute, but seriously - he needs the job, and -"

He waved his hand. The cheap drink nearly spilled out of his glass and onto the sheets. "Alright, alright, do whatever you want. You know we don't make decisions around here." Well, that was true ...

(And yes he looooves giving you A Look whenever Rocky does or says anything ridiculous. That's your frantic grinning blue-eyed grey-furred problem, not his)

Then there was the whole, your-boss-whose-also-a-terrifying-businessman-who-also-took-your-girlfriend getting killed. And maybe said former girlfriend did it. Maybe. You and Zib really don't like talking about it. He's always been avoidant of hard conversations, but ...

You know he and the rest of the band were tired of being here. The sudden murder spooked them, and then the customers stopped coming. So did the money. Only Rocky was chipper, and for once you found it hard to share his enthusiasm.

Maybe you wanted to leave, too. Maybe you wanted to reconnect with Mitzi. She was still mourning (right ...?) But you could still be friends, right? You two were friends before being anything else. Maybe Rocky had the right idea. With that shadowy cat gone and Viktor out of service, maybe you ought to help with other parts of the business.

... or maybe you shouldn't at all. It would upset Zib, it might actually piss him off. Or maybe he'd give you that resigned look that you catch him giving to Mitzi. Nostalgia and sadness tinged with some resentment. You know he wants to skip town, but he wants the whole band to come, like it used to be. He wants that so badly. If you scrapped some money together ... .

Well, the good times as the 'golden trio' couldn't last forever. At least you still have one of them.

[killerandhealerqueen]

twenty questions for fic writers!

Thank you for the tag @sunriseverse! Always love doing these

how many works do you have on ao3?

As of right now, 284. 154 of those are Killer and Healer fics, to the surprise of nobody

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

We are currently at 3,030,755. I tend to write long oneshots and decently long multichapters so I'm not surprised my word count is as high as it is. Again, majority of these words come from Killer and Healer because there is just something about them that makes my brain go brrr

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Most Killer and Healer at this point, but sometimes I'll write an S.C.I. fic and I'm also going to dip my toes into F1 rpf. Currently working on my first fic now

4. top five fics by kudos

I agree with Corset, I'm not a fan of the kudos for my overall (since they're fics I don't care about and since I'm not in those fandoms anymore), so I'm also gonna go with my kudos from 2024 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer 231 kudos, m, WIP, yuezhi, junchun 药剂师日记 | The Apothecary Diaries 111 kudos, t, 89k, yuezhi Oil and Water 105 kudos, m, 91.5k, eric/ryan Stay the Night By My Side 48 kudos, t, 1096, qiubing Big White Cat Cuddles 47 kudos, gen, 2.7k

5. do you respond to comments?

Always. Always, always, always

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

On the rare as fuck occasion that i've actually writing MCD, my fic Promise to Keep for Chinese Paladin 4. I too am shocked that I wrote MCD because I normally write happy endings, but I was actually okay with how canon ended so...I was fine with the MCD (cried like a bitch while writing it tho)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of my fics minus Promise to Keep

8. do you get hate on fics?

Oh, I did once...and it turned into a whole post that I made on here because if they had gone just after the fic/me, I would have just deleted it and moved on (while simmering with rage) but no, they went after my readers and insulted them and NO ONE goes after my readers

9. do you write smut?

No I do not. Never have, never will. It squicks me, so I don't. I can read it, can't write it

10. craziest crossover?

Eh...I did a big crossover back in 2020 between s.c.i, history 3: trapped, and guardian. That fic was fun

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, back in 2020 when I was working on my fic The Untamed Moments, someone was copying it word for fucking word over on Wattpad in Spanish. One of my readers at the time noticed it and I shut that shit down real quick. So...word to the wise. Don't steal my fics or I will end you

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! My fic So This Is What Love Feels Like was translated to Vietnamese. I was very honored

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

In the past...wouldn't do it again. I like brainstorming fics with people but at the end of the day, I need to be the one writing the fic. And my style is so different from others that you could definitely tell if a fic was co-written

14. all time favorite ship?

Yuezhi. Hands down. But man, Lestappen is getting up there...

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

God permitting, the Killer and Healer rewrite. Same with my Kei x Yaku fic. Problem is, I keep getting distracted by other wips and ideas so I like...haven't gotten around to finishing them. The rewrite I know is going to take me a while, but the Kei x Yaku fic I just gotta sit down and work on/crank out or I'll lose my hyperfixation with it and want to either abandon it or delete it. And I don't want to do either, so I gotta get back into it

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue/making characters still feel in character, no matter the au, if that makes sense. I've been told my dialogue is great

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

TOO MANY GOD DAMN WIPS/WIP IDEAS

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I will only ever use dialogue in another language if I know what I'm writing in another language. Things might also cross over, like "hyung" or "gege" or stuff like that because it just sounds better but other than that, I don't use dialogue in another language unless i'm 100% sure of the meaning

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Dragonball

20. favorite fic you've written?

How dare you...I love all of my fics, even the ones for the fandoms I'm no longer a part of. No, I won't choose. You can't make me

Tagging: @hyperbolicgrinch @theotherwhybietoldmeso @clawbehavior @fourth-quartet and any other writing mutual who wants to give this a go

[greetings-humans]

this has already been said a million times but ig some people never got the memo so here I am.

when a fic updates and it's been a while (be that a month, a semester, a year, multiple years, a fucking decade or maybe several of those) YOU DON'T SUDDENLY GET A FREE PASS TO BE AN ASSHOLE TO THE AUTHOR

some things for your consideration:

the fic author is not paid for this creative effort and also needs to spend time actually supporting themselves financial

the fic author is not a robot that cranks out creative material. breaks are needed, sometimes people leave fandoms and come back much later. it is human and it is natural. some people can't completely obsess over one single fic consistently and also write stuff for it, and thus cannot consistently give you chapters. sometimes, "consistently" also means not as soon as you'd like. please find your brain from the lost and found and realize that if someone is updating and has not abandoned their fic, that is an absolute win and definitely not a given

the fic author is a human being that just so might wanna engage in hobbies and relationships (platonic and/or romantic), which takes time

you should keep in mind that it takes a lot of fucking brainpower to have an idea, like the idea, decide to write the idea, find the time to write the idea, find the inspiration to continue said idea, ACTUALLY FUCKING WRITE THE IDEA, and find it in yourself to publish it

you are entitled to nothing. actually, since I'm a nice, empathetic person, I'll ammend that. the only thing you might be entitled to is an edit at the tags saying 'fyi next chapter is gonna take a while'. you deserve no explanation. I deserve no explanation. if the author comes back after years to update I will go to the comments and tell them how surprised and happy I am and then talk about the fic. be a bit more like that please

if you don't like the updating frequency, consider DOING IT YOUR FUCKING SELF (and talking about it with the fic author if you got inspired by said fic, and definitely giving credit).

if you don't like the updating frequency, consider NOT READING OR COMMENTING ON THE FIC or just maybe READING A DIFFERENT FIC (don't like don't read is always in effect babes, this is fanfiction, if i started saying shit under every fic with a premise that made me grimace I'd have made so many people and myself so upset)

this is not one of those cases where you can make it other people's problem. the author has every right to take as much time as they fucking want. I don't see you writing this exact fic in their exact circumstances, so kindly shut up

okay, for real, though. you can't know. the author could be going through anything, including but not limited to childbirth, divorce, grief, mental health issues, physical health issues, schoolwork (not everyone is an academic genius samantha, let people take their time), friendship/romance drama. they could also, fyi, just wanna take a break. nothing wrong with that. it's actually the recommended course of action to avoid burnout in case you hadn't heard. literally who do you think you are to take an issue with that? their fucking publisher? do you have a deadline to meet harold? is your pay based on this? what was that? no? okay cool then shut it.

how fucking dare you complain about how fast a literal human being with an entire life outside of fanfiction can write literally so many words about something new.

btw this is what inspired all of this

one of my favorite fics updated after... well three months maybe? and I spot this in the comment section as I go to drop my own comment. literally how dare you. do you understand how discouraging and infuriating it is to see some random person say this about your brainchild?? im glad you're liking the fic berryl but if you have an issue with the time between updates, keep it to yourself, read another fic, or write your own fic.

[puzzleemerald]

MORE FANFIC SHIP ART, LET'S GO! (I have a crippling addiction to commissioning art; send help) This piece was a YCH (Your Character Here) done for me by ItsNattie yet again—you'll be seeing a lot of her work on my blog.

Please don't reblog!

Time to wax poetic and ramble about my OC nonsense for five-plus paragraphs again! Remember, none of this is related to RP; I'll be talking about the FanFiction version of Amaterasu! The version of her I roleplay with is a separate thing! The last thing I want is other Inuyasha RPers avoiding me because they think I'll only RP exclusively with Sesshōmaru RPers! >< I'm happy to interact with anyone! ♥️

Sesshōmaru is one of my oldest childhood crushed ever; Inuyasha was such a big part of my childhood because my family had the complete collection of DVDs, so it just makes too much sense I'd end up having an OC shipping with him as an adult. He's such a beautiful character, for one; I am cripplingly weak to guys with long hair. However, he's also so mysterious without being like... super edgy and broody, like this ethereal ghost with his own goal separate from literally everyone. Just flying around, doing his own thing, kicking ass, and looking fabulous doing it.

For me, making an OC for a pairing is the best excuse to get super OCD and channel my autistic brain into hours upon hours of studying a canon character—in this case, studying Sesshōmaru. People just fascinate me. Well... specifically, fictional people fascinate me. Real people are scary. However, when I was conceptualizing Amaterasu—this was long before I'd named her and settled on making her the Shinto Kami of the Sun—I couldn't for the life of me think of what would make good chemistry with such a complex character as him.

Sesshōmaru has so much subtlety to him that it's hard to tell what he's thinking or feeling, even with context clues. As I got older, though, it hit me. If Sesshōmaru is mysterious and powerful, the best counterpart would be someone equally powerful... but more open! (Note: I've never read the Manga, and this was before I'd seen The Final Act, and waaay before Yashahime was a thing... so I had no idea SesshRin was gonna be a canon thing. XD)

...Then my sadist brain had a Metal Gear Solid alert sound effect moment, lol. What if I made her a Kami, thus an opposite to him, and ran with a Romeo and Juliet-esque situation where they can never be happy together in the end? I thought I was being so clever back then, lol.

From there, I was like a woman possessed, writing about ten pages of headcanons, situations, etc., daily for a week. (Unfortunately, it was all on paper, and those old notes have been lost to time... very sad.) I not only wrote about potential interactions between Amaterasu and Sesshōmaru but also possible interactions and dynamics she might (in my FanFic, this doesn't = my expectations for people I RP with) have with other canon characters like Inuyasha, Kagome, Kikyō, Koga, Miroku, Sango, etc..

It was one of those magical moments where this fictional person you've made up in your head just comes alive, y'know? I love Amaterasu so much; I love that she's physically, mentally, and spiritually powerful. In many ways, despite seeming like such a calm, carefree queen, she wears her heart on her sleeve with her actions. I relate a lot to her perfectionism and always trying to be someone worthy. It was also entertaining to dive into the psychology of what it's probably like to be someone like Amaterasu... she was born in the highest position there is; she is the personification sun that keeps the world alive, and in Shinto, she's depicted as the mother of Japan (Grandmother to the first ever Emporer) and the most respected woman in the land. She's a god, but I imagine the way she thinks would be very human since the Shinto's depictions of their "gods," the kami, are very different from how modern religions depict gods.

The Kami are spirits of nature itself; they have enormous personalities to explain away why certain things happen, much like the Greek Pantheon. Yet, in my research, the Shinto Kami feel closer to humans than the Greek Gods because the Olympians stay on Olympus 90% of the time while Kami live and breathe their duty, their element. So I write Amaterasu as a figure of strength, warmth, and tenacity with a flaring temper she tries to manage so others don't get hurt. She admires other women who show inner strength and fight with their own hands, but she doesn't scrutinize women who are content to be passive or meek, either. She's protective of humans because she sees them all as her children and wants them to live long, fulfilling lives on whatever path they choose for themselves.

Throughout her story, Amaterasu tries so hard to do her best at everything she does, not just tunnel-visioning on defeating Naraku (her main objective and only ticket home) but stopping to help anyone in trouble or need, even if it might slow her down or delay her from reaching that big goal she's after. It's probably part of her I admire most; she's a good samaritan even if it's "beneath her," or "doesn't benefit her," or could even "hinder her" in some way.

She's an ideal I wish my cynical ass could be, lol.

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What follows: About me | My values | What to expect on this blog | A word of caution regarding my own content/writing shares | A literature link

About me

I am a chaotic good trilingual Belgian lady, writer of character-driven Dark Fantasy, and I was diagnosed autistic in January '23 at the age of 42. I'm overall a happy person, gots a husband, two cats, a great love and passion for anime (subbed) and video games, reverence for Dragons and Death (yes, the entity), an obsession with emotions and psychology, and I tend to fangirl my own characters a lot. I'm real easy to get to know since I'm open about my life and myself.

I'm also chronically stressed and tired. The assumption here is that decades of unwitting masking, of functioning by societal norms, has slowly gotten me into a state of perpetual autistic burnout. This basically means that I have good days and bad days, depending on how brain chemistry decides to fare. Generally, I dislike getting into arguments and petty debates because they waste so much energy over nothing.

My values

These past decades have gotten me here: I am all about tolerance and communication and seeing the world through each other's eyes. As such, I love meeting people of all walks of life, be they fellow autistics, ADHD, bipolar, neurotypicals, and everything in between. I'm genuinely interested in understanding how people function.

However. Tired as I always am, I tend to do what feels natural to me without too much thought at times. This means, specifically for fellow autistics, that I don't adhere to the unwritten rules and social cues of the global autistic community. Concretely: I don't speak the lingo and won't cater to specific needs on my blog. This also applies to trigger warnings, which I don't recognize beyond 18+ and gore.

This means that, here, any and all topics can/may/will be discussed, and that everyone's welcome to pitch in an opinion/thought – as long as you do it respectfully. I am generally able to perceive the difference between responses made in anger and hurt, and targeted trolling. As said above, I do like to meet people of all kinds. There's also no need to adhere to any sort of Tumblr etiquette with me. Just come as you are. We'll see if we can get along.

What to expect on this blog

Since my activity spikes at times and I mainly enjoy scrolling BotW fanarts, arts in general, and posts about writing, I can only tell you for certain that herein you can find

reblogs about writing tips on varying subjects

reblogs of dark/beautiful artwork that appeals to me

the occasional autism reblog that speaks to my personal life

the even more occasional personal blog

the very occasional writing snippet from my own works

The most important thing to remember about personal input is that, when I write about any topic, be it eloquently or like a monkey on red bull, what I say is only my own personal opinion and experience. I'm open to being told I'm wrong on more general topics, not to be yelled at or otherwise bullied into compliance. I'm cute and friendly until I no longer am.

As stated above: I am all about tolerance and communication. I'll assume any bitchiness is a reaction of hurt if you extend the same courtesy to me. I'm open to discussing potential issues as long as you try to understand where I'm coming from, too.

A word of caution regarding my own content/writing shares

As stated above, I tend not to have a working filter when it comes to trigger warnings beyond 18+ and gore. I don't think in categories. My mind is a flow of feelings and emotions and thoughts and of life, beautiful and ugly, sometimes uplifting, sometimes rife with darkness and despair. And I need to express it all the only way I know how: by simply expressing it.

Therefore, reading any of my posts comes at your own discretion. I will assume you've read through the pinned post, and direct you here should you express any sort of uninformed displeasure at reading my posts.

Still here?

Wonderful :3. Now, how about I direct you to my current big project, Ario's story, and all five (almost six) parts in his story? Yes? Yes. :3

Basically the story of a young man who decided to flee his home country, gets stuck on a ship, and then problems, comedy, sappiness and all sorts of delicious moments occur. The Dark Fantasy part is coming up in part 6. Stay tuned!