#if it does not work-tell me and i write another one

[whereserpentswalk]

Yes! Also a few things I would like to add:

Sometimes allegories are better at communicating the ideas then just writing about the thing. That robot story I linked to is the perfect example; I don't think there's a way one could tell a story about autisitc masking and it's impacts in literal terms that would be as impactful and communicative as that robot story did with metaphor. At least not in a way that communicated it in so few words. That story let me describe feelings I'm not even sure literal words can describe at all.

Secondly: allegories are universal. They allow people to talk about broader topics then specifics do. When that robot story blew up a few years ago I got notes from almost every marginalized group saying they had similar experiences. The most common resonance was with trans issues, even though I wrote it about my experiences with neurodivergence. When you set a story in the real world with no metaphors you tie it to such a specific experience. A story about World War One will always be about World War One, but the War of The Ring can be every war.

Thirdly: you cannot write about certain creatures without there being some real world implications, even if you don't intend there to be any. Robots are usually creatures created by industry to do certain tasks, and despite their personhood are valued for things that have nothing to do with who they are as people. Robots are also people whose bodies inherently mark them as different from the people who created the society and culture they live in. Nomatter what your intentions, when you write about sentient robots you're probably going to inherently create comparisons to real world groups. Same with vampires, they're creatures that have to pretend to be a dominant group for their own saftey while secretly being creatures that are hated and demonized. Coding does not need to be intentional, but it will be there. Everything is fluid, a lot of groups can be oppressed in one story and oppressor in another, or coding as one marginalized group can be strong in one story, but work for a completely different marginalized group in another. But the coding will be there, a lot of the tropes inherently create it. It's up to you what that says.

the reason "robot racism" is often a really stupid metaphor is the same reason that like. discrimination against demons or vampires or whatever doesn't work, is because there's often a pretty justified reasons humans are scared of vampires or robots or whatever, in a way that doesn't apply to real life minorities, like a fantasy author will be like "the reason vampires are discriminated against is because most of them and kill and eat people for fun and pleasure, and so humans respond by trying to kill them, isn't that so sad" and like no that's a perfectly fine reason to not trust vampires i think.

[aanxiousangel]

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synopsis ༄ you saved ace that day but nearly lost yourself in the process content ༄ mentions of death, the war at marineford (pre-timeskip), mentions of kid!reader bullied, uh…semi-described smut(?),… wc ༄ 2.5k author's note ༄ this actually is another request on ao3! i love ace so much and i ended up sobbing because this sweet boy deserved to live. actually, crying over whitebeard rn too LMAO im very sensitive rn SORRY!

No one knew why you were a part of the crew. Not why Whitebeard kept you around. No one knew you were the captain’s blood daughter. His one and only. His dream come true. Well…mostly. It wasn’t all that complete once your mother had passed giving birth to you. He’d never say it, but that broke him inside. Just a little.

After he’d collected so many ‘brothers,’ you had lost track of who was who at some point. Mostly, you stuck around the fleet commanders, recognizing them with ease. Marco, Jozu, Thatch… The list goes on. Honestly, they were all pretty sensitive about your slight forgetfulness so you had resorted to calling everyone ‘bro.’

Years and years had passed when you’d met Ace. At first, you really didn’t like him. He kept trying to fight your father, attempting to kick his ass and get the jump on him.

It never worked of course.

And finally one evening, he quit. You were at Marco’s side, hand on your katana’s handle. He carried a bowl of fresh soup, still warm and steaming. And all alone, you saw it. Well, you saw him.

Ace sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, head low as he wallowed. You tensed and stayed just a few feet back as Marco walked over, setting the bowl beside him. For the first time, you heard this man’s voice low and serious.

“Tell me… Why does everyone on this ship call him Pops?”

“You don’t get it? Because he calls us ‘sons.’”

You watched Ace’s brows knit ever so slightly, staring at Marco.

“None of us have any family left. Hell, the whole world hates us.” Marco continues, still smiling, “So, it’s nice, right? I mean, I know it’s just a word… But it still feels nice.”

Ace doesn’t speak. He drops his head, clenching his teeth as he fights off tears. Marco walks over, kneeling before him. You sigh, stepping closer to the two.

“What’s the deal? Are you really gonna keep on doing this even after he spared your life? You can’t keep this up.”

Your voice is quiet and gentle, making Ace’s shoulders tense, “Hate to break it to ya, but you’re not strong enough to kill him.”

“You can either get off this ship and start over,” Marco sighs, “or you can stay here and wear the mark of Whitebeard on your back.”

From that night on, Ace changed. He was a bubbly, fiery spirit. You ended up learning more about him and becoming closer. He had this kid brother he was so insanely proud of. Luffy. He was strong and ruthless, all with a smile on his face.

Eventually, Ace was granted the title of Commander over the second division. The party and feast prepared for the night he accepted was magnificent, courtesy of Thatch and his division. Into the night, while everyone danced and drank, you got a moment alone with Ace.

“Congrats, Fire Fist,” you bump his hip with yours.

“Thanks, princess,” he chuckles, leaning back against the rail while your elbows rest on it.

“Think you can handle it?” You glance up at him, watching the way his head tilts to look at you.

“I can handle anything.” He smiles, his arms folded against his chest.

Your eyes roll, smiling as you let your eyes drift back to the sea, “Always so cocky.”

“Nah,” Ace chuckles quietly, still staring at you all googly-eyed. “Maybe I just wanna impress ya.”

“And if I told you that you do?” You prop your chin on your palm, looking over at him.

“I’d…” Ace’s cheeks grow warm, a pink hue dusting his skin. “I’d ask you out. Duh.”

“Hm, cute.”

You laugh under your breath. He was the most attractive man you’d ever seen on these seas, but that didn’t say much.

Most people you’d witnessed were old pirates and gross. You know, scurvy and whatnot. Guess they’d gotten tired of taking pride in more than their strength and egos.

The townies you met were just stuck to their islands. Families married with kids who always wanted to play with you, begging you to tell them all about your adventures. The people around your age were just scared because you were a part of the most infamous crew. Adults of the town were just as wary, not even wanting the town’s kids to look at a criminal.

And you? You wanted your own son or daughter one day. You wanted your own family just like your pops wanted all those years ago. Well, now you did anyway. You used to hate the families of the islands, their children a bunch of bullies when you’d come to town. They’d run with their tails tucked when your dad’s crew would come along, scaring them away.

“Don’t worry, kid! We’ll play whatever games ya want back on the ship!”

“Yeah, Y/N! We’re way cooler than those little brats!”

You didn’t let them know how much it actually hurt though. You were…all alone. No kids to hang out with, no mom to hold you and tell you it was okay, no sense of childhood endeavors. Just…a kid having to keep it a secret that her dad was truly her blood. Eventually, you gave up and trained with everyone else.

You trained until you couldn’t take it. Sometimes wiping you out for days at a time.

When Ace came along, you finally had someone your age. Someone who made you feel like you could breathe. Like you could be free.

That only made it so much worse when Ace left in search of Marshall D Teach. And you took it even harder when he was captured by the government and set to be executed at Marineford. But everyone banded together and your father had come through. You finally met Luffy and swore that you’d kill anyone who dared get in your way to help Ace. Luffy definitely took a liking to you for that.

Even more so when Ace was rescued rather than killed. You fought yourself into a coma before you could see his freedom though. For weeks, Ace was a wreck. Beaten and bruised, he stayed at your side, desperate for you to wake up.

After sixty-seven days, your hand twitched around his fingers, clenching. He nearly passed out from the excitement, burying his face in your stomach as he sobbed. Something in you realized it was time to finally give in to his antics. To stop teasing and dragging him along.

“I love you, Ace.”

Those were the first words you croaked, throat dry and sore.

“What?”

“I love you.”

A loud thud hit the floor, making the door burst open. Marco was right there, panic wide in his eyes. He looked at you, mouth hanging open, and then at Ace laying on the floor.

“What the fuck happened?” Marco pointed to the male groaning on the ground.

“He fainted,” you wince as you speak, reaching for the glass pitcher on the nightstand.

“You’re awake…” Marco breathes out, walking over to you.

Marco called in a nurse, getting her to check on your vitals. Meanwhile, he helped Ace back into a chair, making sure his bandages weren’t off of his healing wounds. You watched Ace, watching him rub his head. His hat… His necklace… They were gone… You didn’t like that. His signature looks stolen by the war raging on. It wasn’t even close to over.

“Is…is Luffy okay?” You ask quietly, brows pinched in worry.

“He’s okay. Little brat is more resilient than anything,” Ace smiles softly, looking over at you.

Marco grinned, “Runs in the family, huh?”

You relax, finally getting cleared by the nurse. She gave Ace a quick once over before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. You dip your toes to the floor, finding your footing. Ace got up quickly as you stood, clearing the path with two steps. His arms find their way around you, holding you close.

“My girl,” he breathes against your hair. “My pretty girl. Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again. Ya hear me?”

“I hear you,” you laugh against his chest, wrapping your arms around him weakly.

Eventually, the night falls, leaving you and Ace encased in the dark room. He cradles you almost all night, playing with the ends of your hair. You trace little patterns against his chest softly, listening to his breathing even out.

“I love you,” Ace says quietly and you hear his heartbeat speed up in his chest.

“I love you more,” you smile, moving to look at him.

The moonlight casts a soft glow across his bruised face, softening his features under the gentle light. He seems so peaceful even if only for a night. You find yourself hoping for this to last forever.

“I’m sorry…about your dad,” he brushes a strand from your face, frowning softly.

“He didn’t die in vain,” you whisper, swallowing thickly.

“He was your real dad though,” Ace murmurs, finally having learned about the bloodline.

“All those years… He taught me family is more than just blood,” your hand reaches up, brushing through his hair. “He loved us all more than anything.”

“I love you more than anything.”

His voice, quiet and timid, trembles ever so slightly. He meant it with all of his heart. Ace had nearly lost you, terrified half to death on that battlefield. Too much had already been lost in his life. You? He wasn’t letting go without all hell breaking loose.

“I want to live.”

Those words send a bone-chilling ache throughout your entire being, eyes widening.

“You mean it?”

“I do.”

“...I’ll hold you to that, you know. I won’t ever let you die.”

“Promise?”

His grin makes you roll your eyes, swatting at him softly. Ace can’t stop the laugh that slips past his lips and grabs your wrist to press a swift kiss to your palm. The kisses don’t stop, continuing along your arm until he reaches all the way to your jaw. He hesitates, breathing heavily against your jaw.

“Sweet girl,” Ace breathes out, screwing his eyes shut.

“Mhm?” You murmur, head tilted back.

“Can I kiss you?” His teeth scrape softly against your skin, desperate and fighting the urge to capture your lips without permission.

“I could never say no to you, could I?” You murmur, reaching under his chin to tilt his head.

Your lips meet, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. He straddles you, cupping your face like he couldn’t get enough. The kiss turned from something innocent and sweet to carnal and desperate. You claw at his shoulders, noises escaping you as your thighs tighten.

“Ace, please,” you mumble against his lips.

Ace grins against you, pulling away for a moment, “I’ll never get tired of your voice, you know that?”

“Don’t start being all cute,” you murmur, looking up at him.

“I can’t help it,” he pecks your lips through a laugh. “It’s just natural.”

“You’re so lame,” you grin, pulling him back to you.

Deeper into the night, he took his time with you, slow and patient. Ace pressed against you after his movements slowed, growing uneven from his rhythm. You were in tears, sweat coating the both of you when you felt something drip onto your cheek.

He hovered over you, panting. You weren’t expecting to see tears in his eyes.

“Ace? What’s wrong?” You rasp, reaching to cup his face.

“I didn’t think…” He sniffles, looking down at you, “I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to be with you. I was so scared…”

“You don’t think I’d go out so easily, huh?” You smile, wiping his tears.

“I wouldn’t let you,” he leans down, resting his forehead against yours.

What would he do without you? His pretty girl. His other half. Thinking about it was the last thing he needed at this moment. He couldn’t let your first time go to waste now, could he?

Ace pressed a kiss to your dampened skin, rolling his hips against yours. Your breath hitched at the contact. Goddamn, he loved this side of you. One that belonged to him and him alone. How could he ever let you go?

Once he graced that weak spot that blew stars behind your eyes, he repeated it over and over and over. With half-lidded eyes, he watched your reactions to keep his movements in rhythm, careful and methodical.

But at this rate, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with the way your walls were squeezing the life out of him.

“A-Ace, I-”

“I know,” he grunts, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.

Your legs found their way around his hips, locking at your ankles. Your teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder, somehow keeping you tethered to the earth. His hips stutter again with a grunt before he…

“F-fuck!” Ace buries his face into the crook of your neck, hands grasping at your plush hips.

It wasn’t immediately obvious to you, but he buried himself so deep within you that you didn’t stand a chance to avoid this new future. You blinked, panting as he collapsed on top of you.

“Did you…”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs tiredly against your skin, taking the time to catch his breath. “Promise I’ll make it up to ya.”

And you, poor thing, were so exhausted that you didn’t give a damn about any repercussions that might come of this. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his temple before passing out.

Several years later

“Uncle Luffy!”

“Rouge!”

“Rouge! Don’t run off like that!”

Your sweet little girl giggled as her uncle snatched her up, spinning her. You shake your head, smiling at their antics. Ace stuck by your side, arm always wrapped around you as the two of you walk over to the Strawhat crew.

“She gets that from you, you know,” you nudge Ace’s side.

He grins, ruffling your hair, “Yeah, yeah, so she’s a little rebellious. You sayin’ you weren’t a troublemaker back in the day?”

“Not what I’m saying,” you roll your eyes but still can’t help the smile ghosting your lips. “I’m saying that neither of you listen.”

“Just wait,” he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “she’ll give that damn government a run for their money.”

Rouge gets all the attention from her ‘aunts and uncles,’ telling them all about your last little trip to Sphinx. You take your time, greeting everyone almost in tears. It felt far too long since the last time you saw everyone. Since you saw your family.

“Can’t believe you’re already three! You’re growing up so fast, Rouge!” Nami squished her cheek just as Sanji was bringing out a cake, decorated with pink hibiscus flowers.

“Happy birthday, Rouge!”

Ace held you from behind, chin resting atop your head. He thought back to all those years ago, to the battlefield where he nearly lost you and himself in the process. His sweet girls, safe and sound once again… He wouldn’t trade this for the world. Not now, not ever.

author's note ༄ sorry, gotta yap more rq! uh idk why i added in that tidbit about it being 'secret' you were the blood daughter of whitebeard and am now realizing that was probably dumb LMAO

dividers used: sister-lucifer. cafekitsune. anitalenia.

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[gakukitty]

how would some of the sakadays guys be like with a clingy partner? their love language is physical touch or quality time and without it they literally wilt like a plant. im not sure who to request for? shin, heisuke, nagumo, gaku, kei, whoever! its up to you

clingy cling cling — ✦ — masterlist

featuring . . . shin asakura , heisuke mashimo , nagumo yoichi , gaku , kei uzuki , shishiba , natsuki seba ( multi , seperate ) x clingy! reader

note ; i was considering adding tenkyu here bc i wanna start writing for him but im too sleepy ,,, next time teust :33 !!! sorry if this is baaaddd :’( especially gaku and kei’s ine , i feel like those were bad but ts ok !!!! i hope you guys liiiiokkeeee iiittttttt <33

note ; also , sorry for making these so short !! i sort of lost the plot and didn’t know how to continue it , at fiest i wanted to make them sort of hcs but then i was like “idkkkkk” so i didn’t … anywaus , i might make a better version once i’m done with all my other works !!!

gaku ✦

“what’re you doing—?” your boyfriend half-grumbles, lifting a muscular arm for you to crawl under. it’s not uncommon for you to slither your way into his grasp— especially when he’s the busiest. don’t you know that he’s busy playing games?

you do know. but you just don’t really care. and honestly, gaku wouldn’t have it any other way. so, he’s happy to adjust his hold on you and let you shift closer, resting his cheek against the top of your head. this just adds another level of challenge to his game; he’ll see how long he can last focusing on his game before he tosses it aside in favour of reciprocating your hug.

it doesn’t take long for that to happen— because deep down, your dear boyfriend gaku is just as clingy as you. the man’s more than willing to let you trail behind him to wherever— okay, maybe not to some places, but he’s sure to send a message and leave a warm sweater for you on the rare occasion he’s not in your presence.

kei uzuki ✦

the man just glances over to you, gaze focused on the expression on your face— it’s one that he knows very well. so, uzuki just holds out a slender hand of his and gives you a soft smile.

you’re quick to take the opportunity, your hand reaching out for his. your fingers intertwine, and kei’s smile just widens slightly when you squeeze his hand. he’s used to this, your love of touching him and being near him. and i’m all honesty, uzuki really likes it.

moments like these, where the two of you looking through a bookstore for another book he can read.. while you sit beside him, your head on his shoulder as the two of you sit in comfortable silence.

nagumo yoichi ✦

he freaking loves you and is more than happy to have you around him at all times !! nagumo can be a bit irritating though, with all his teasing :’(

“aww, what’s that? you want me to stay looonger?” nagumo drawls, glancing back at you. the man was just getting ready to hop out of bed for work— but that cute little voice you just did reeaalllyy does something to him. so, with a soft, mocking sigh, your boyfriend lays back down. his limbs tangle with yours, his smile wide as he shifts closer. this is the life, he thinks.

heisuke mashimo ✦

at first, dear heisuke was just a little sigh. “you— you wanna spend time with me?” he’d blink, gaze darting around in search for cameras— because there’s no way you’d want to willingly hang around him !!

but, there is a way— and heisuke is overwhelmed with pure joy when your hand finds his. he’s grown to cherish your shared moments, his eyes sparkling with adoration whenever he wakes up with you clinging onto him, and his heart beating just a little faster when you ask him to stay with you longer before leaving.

oh, but his absolute favourite thing in the whole entire world is when you message him. the poor man has to lift a hand to clutch at his chest in attempt to stop his heart from beating so fast. you miss him? you MISS HIM???!!!!

shin asakura ✦

shin could tell from the start that you were the type who valued closeness and quality time. not only because of his abilities, but because of the way your hand would reach out for his slightly every now and then. or maybe it’s the way your eyebrows would furrow whenever he said he had to go somewhere— or, it could be when you’d linger for a little longer around him.

whichever one it is, shin noticed. so without you even asking about it or mentioning it, he grabs your hand gently. the man just flashes you a smile, lacing your fingers together and shifting slightly closer. even with the rather.. direct approach that he’s taking, it’s hard to hide the way his cheeks flush at that smile on your face.

he’ll spend all the time in the world with you if it means you smile like that again.

shishiba ✦

like shin, shishiba also noticed pretty early on. he was much more gentle about the way he went about it; he started with inviting you out to dinner one night. he had already known for a while that you appreciated quality time— so he was more than happy to spend time with you.

every now and then, during your dates, he likes to hold your hand. or, if you’re eating out; his foot sort of drifts towards yours. even the smallest of touches mean something, to both you and him.

he also makes sure to always wake up just a little earlier so the two of you can spend more time together in bed before he has work— the feeling of you beside him is one of the best things this world can offer, in shishibas opinion.

natsuki seba ✦

natsuki is similar to you— he also loves spending time together. so, one of his favourite things is when you come to visit him when he’s busy working. natsuki’s never too busy to be with you— your boyfriend loooovvvessss having you just sit beside or near him, sometimes listen to you talk or just sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

however, he has to admit that he quite likes spending nights with you. his arms find their way to your waist, his head immediately shifting to rest against your shoulder. the man can be quite clingy when he feels like it; but he knows that you’re the same. and he fucking loves it— he loves you.

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or use it to train ai ♡

[biblioaddict]

The Many Mysteries of Kim Soleum

(Well actually I'm only writing down the three main ones that stick out to me the most but shh)

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTERS 192+

1. His family

Let's take a moment to put ourselves in Soleum's shoes: imagine being transported to a world where eldritch, ungodly horrors are real, where everyone dies faster than your phone battery does when you actually need it, where contact of your friends somehow still remain, but your family, who - according to the fact that you mentioned somewhere in the novel that they've warned you against entering finance - you should still have contact with in your world, is apparently wiped out, wouldn't you at least take a moment to find out what's happened to them? Or at least mention that fact beyond a single, quickly brushed-off sentence in the beginning, even if you're (maybe) trying not to think about it?

There's no way a guy like Soleum wouldn't pay attention to these things just because this isn't the 'real' world and they're not his 'real' parents. He still tries to save everyone he can even though they're just 'characters' after all. Nor would he be the type to disregard them even if they have a bad relationship with him (see: all the times he's (sometimes however unwillingly) saved Baek Saheon).

Yet, for some reason, he does. He has no reaction to their disappearance at all. He was more concerned about not having a house - and this is the guy who's sentimental as hell.

2. His strength

Bro, you are not telling me that some random office worker, who probably hasn't lifted anything but the weight of his own body to get up for another miserable day at work, can lift a grown ass man like Baek Saheon, push away a manhole cover, and subdue an incredibly trained close combat agent with the agent unable to overpower him through physical force.

Even if Soleum worked out Choi should be able to beat him easily. But it's not just that. He never, ever mentions any form of physical activity to be a hobby of his. Nor does he does he mention doing anything to maintain his physique. Sure, you could argue that running around in ghost stories is a form of exercise in and of itself (Soleum would very much agree) but then that brings us back to point one: where would a supposedly normal guy get this kind of strength?

3. His status in the Dark Exploration Records wiki and his ghost story

Here's what we know so far:

• Based on how kse's contributed to the technical school's exploration record and how he casually mentions wanting to add the way he solved the Red Dress at Exit 4 disaster to the wiki but deciding otherwise because it didn't really fit his style (ch.168), aside from lurking and reading, it seems to imply that he's a frequent contributor to the wiki.

• He also mentions having made a ghost story, but never elaborates on what story it is.

• It seems like the way you submit or edit a darkness operates in nearly the same vein as submitting an SCP in the SCP wiki does, so he'd have to be greenlit by two experienced authors before he could've gotten his ghost story published.

From this, I think it's safe to infer that Soleum might be a known, if not prominent figure as a wiki user.

What's the ghost story that he wrote, exactly? Like his parents, it's something he quickly brushes off and never really mentions, if I remember correctly, beyond chapter 1. This one can be easily answered though: maybe kse's trying not to think about it because this ghost story he made is suddenly very much real and he now has blood on his hands because of it. But, as with everything in this novel, there's that itching feeling that there must be a special reason why.

[violetscar656]

"The unknown", Aftermath Part 3

Summary: Azriel is Nightcourt’s spymaster, brother to the High Lord and General, best friend to Y/N (Past + present)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, and slight angst?

Author’s Note: Hello, I really had to get this outta my mind, every time I tried to write part 3 it was always in Azriel POV, and guys I REALLY TRIED  in Y/N Pov but my brain stopped braining, sooo, I hope you guys enjoy. Please read parts 1and 2 to Comments are open to any suggestions.

57 YEARS AGO

I entered the healing counters; all I knew was that Y/N had gotten hurt during her mission. I walk towards the chambers and see Madja working on her. I freeze near the doorway, a gaping hole on the right wing, wrists’ bloodied, face covered in blood and dirt. By the cauldron, the way she is injured I don’t think it’s others’ blood.

“You shouldn’t be here” Madja said “I need you to go, Azriel”

The healer looks towards me “Everyone else is down the hall, now go” She demanded

I obey, guilt and anger pumping through my veins, I turn towards the hall, I see everyone settled there, but my sole focus is on Rhys, he sent Y/N to this mission

I go straight up to him, grabbing his collar and slamming him to the wall, “WHY?” My voice was not that of a brother’s, it was of that of the spymaster, lethal and dangerous

Rhys saw the iciness on my face “It’s not what you think, brother- I just sent her to get an update”

Cassian pulls on my arm “What the hell is wrong with you?-Az look at me” I don’t, my gaze on Rhys anger getting the better of me

Cassian grabs my face “Look at me Az- we cannot get like this, for Y/N”

Yes that was true Y/N always hated it when we fought; she would jump right in between

“Spit out your anger and look at him, really look” Cassian demanded, and I let go of Rhys , I closed my eyes and took deep breaths

I look at Rhys his gaze on ground, “Brother” I say, guilt creeping up, silver-lined black-violet eyes met mine “It was just a regular update, it was not a mission” Rhys sits on the floor he combs his hair with his hand “I do know, who or what got her in this situation” His rasps,

Sound of clearing throat came, we all turned “I did the best as I could” Madja said gloomily “There was too much of blood loss” Her face full of remorse

“What do you mean Madja” Mor asked, in the haze of my anger, I didn’t even notice her

Madja's gaze travels to all of us “I found high amount of faebane in her system, which is stopping the healing process, an antidote is given, yes, but with the various injuries, it’s hard to say” She pauses, face of sorrow  “I have done the best as I can on the wing for now, it needs to heal before I do another procedure” She pauses again, as if  to contemplate how to tell the further news “I’m going to be honest, there is very little hope”

Silence

“W-what?” Amren said voice stunned

Cassian curses, “Is there anything we can do, ANYTHING?”

“For Y/N?” Madja answers “Have faith that she’ll make it through” Her expression turns grim “Though I suggest to prepare yourselves for the worst, not many have come back from this situation we have”

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“I am going to kill them all” Rhys growls

I finally speak up “What are we waiting for?” My voice horse, we came back to the town house when the high healer practically kicked us out, all except Mor

“Rhysand” Amren voiced, she is the only one that seems to be in her senses me and my brothers are ready to kill every Illyrian if that what it takes, “Killing the misogynist bats does seem fun, do not get me wrong, but you are their high lord not just a brother” Amren reminds Rhys with a rare gentle tone

“We try to respect them, hell, even go out of our way to get things changed there. But if this is how they treat our sister, they can all lie waste” Cassian replied to Amren

I furrow my eyebrows at, our sister comment; but no matter how much I want to deny it, killing Illyrians will get us nowhere. Nuala and Cerridwen reported to me that one of the young soldiers in training and a female, is the one who found her and got her to the camp.

We sit in silence for a while, “I’m going to her” I said, not able to stand being away

“Mor is already there, and if you leave shadowsinger, these 2 will follow” Amren put me in my place

--

It’s been four days since she is unconscious, Madja was able to repair her wing, and most of her wounds are healed, it is just a matter of time now. All of us decided not to take any action, at least not until Y/N is awake; she will be wake up.  I look at the night sky, wondering if the Mother or the Gods, whoever is watching over, are laughing at my situation right now.

--

I was caught of guard and pinned to the ground, “F-fuck” I grunt

“You're not yourself, brother” Rhys said, moving himself from me. We decided to spar, to get our minds at least a bit normal

I hear a whistle “If Rhysie could beat you then- yeah you truly aren’t” Cassian told from a distance

It’s been 7 days now, Y/N hasn’t woken up yet. I close my eyes, not giving in to the fear of her leaving us. These 7 days have been the longest days in my existence ever since the war.

I get up “Well, yeah” I tell them, dusting off myself

Ten days passed by, we were all sitting in the Town House living room, Mor not present when -

“Awake, Awake” My shadows basically shout, the glass in my hand slips, and all of them look at me

I finally take a real breath “S-she is awake,” My voice almost trembling

---

Present

I stand leaning on the wall of the Town House living room, seeing the madness before me-

“What do you mean it is not an option?” Y/N practically screams

Rhys seems to be on the edge to explode “It means that I won’t take the risk-

“But I'm saying it as a back-up option” Y/N cuts him off  

This female just offered herself as bait to catch those males, knowing that it could risk her life. In the past, she barely came back alive. Does she have any limit for her self-sacrifice? How do I explain this urge to just hold on to her? Maybe it’s because she was the only one who understood me.

I was sitting by the Sidra drinking my guilt and pain. Rhys' message about Amarantha’s plan got to us a couple of hours ago

“That won’t work- well at least alone” Y/N says, sitting next to me, and gestures towards the bottle; I give it to her

“He did what he thought was right” She takes a sip “Doesn’t make it right for us, though” I just stare at her, she stares right back, she signs “Brood all you want with your usual Azriel expressions, tell me when you are ready”

My brows furrowed “Usual Azriel Expression?” She snorts

“You know face unreadable, but eyes telling everything.” She pauses “Others might not get it Az, but your eyes don’t lie to me”

“Rhysand” Amren’s voice drags me from the memory “It can be considered as an option”-  “Granted it is a deadly and somewhat idiotic one, but it will work”, that from Amren. Why am I not surprised  

I don’t bother to even look at her, I simply look at Y/N, trying to figure out why she even thought of this. The last time her condition was – I don’t want to go there, it felt like the lowest point in my 500 years

“What I don’t get is how your spies did not get this information, shadowsinger?” Amren asks

I slowly turn my gaze away from Y/N and look at Amren “Their hideouts are mostly deep in the forest and mountains which line the borders, it's nearly inhabitable surroundings”

I pause, “What the females told, is the truth, the randomness of the deaths made it hard to notice” – “It also stopped for a couple of years, it coincidentally is after Y/N’s escape” I declare

“Maybe when Amarantha had the entire Prythian under her command, it had to stop? Feyre says

“In that time, there were significantly fewer killings, and none near Windhaven” I reply

Rhysand had updated Feyre and Mor on the situation; by the look I saw on Feyre’s face in the morning, it seemed that he even told the aftermath of the kidnapping; Y/N’s nightmares, though I don’t think he told them that

We start to discuss tactics, knowing we need more information. I got locations of a couple of hideouts, but not much. Whoever these males were, they covered their tracks, well, almost. A good number of my spies are now located in the borders of every camp, it’s just a game of waiting now.

---

“She won't budge” Mor said “She is convinced that after we get the information, her plan will work, and I think- I can understand her” My jaw ticks

“No” I said in a voice that doesn’t feel like mine. Mor looks at me, confused

I clear my throat “I think Rhys rubbed off the self-sacrificing bullshit on her” Mor sorts

“Az, you seemed intense, more than usual during the meeting” She states

How do I explain it to Mor of all people, hell I don’t even have it figured out. But seeing Y/N yesterday it - I am not sure if I see her the same way she sees me. I never saw her as a sister, my best friend, yes, but there is this other feeling, something that formed in those days she was unconscious 50 years ago. I can't even think about it, my brothers see her as their sister, and vice versa, so why should I be any different to her

“Az?” I hear Mor’s voice and blink

“Were you saying something?” I ask

“Yeah?” She exclaims, “I was telling you that this mission seems more important”

I look down and shake my head, I can't tell her the whole truth, so I go with “She is my best friend Mor” My voice a little hoarse; Mor gapes, I look at her, “What?” I ask her, confused

She tilts her head up “Nothing” She chuckles, looking at me like she didn’t before, grins and leaves ..That was- well odd

---

The border between IronCrest and CrimsonStone camps, the latter being the deadliest camp; that’s where we were; “We” because once I got the information that the majority of the killings are between these camps, Y/N demanded to come along no matter what.

“We need to take cover there” I say, pointing out to the cave in the middle of the mountain

Y/N nods, and we head there. I send my shadows in every direction to check for any activity. These mountains and forests are basically for wildlife.

We sit trying to warm up, knowing better than to start a fire. I notice Y/N trembling with cold, I sit next to her, and hold her, her hazel-green eyes widen

“Body heat” That’s all I say

 “Thank you” she replies, leaning into me

A couple of minutes pass by in silence, I break it “I’m with Rhys on the plan you suggested”

She snorts “Well I got that figured out, by the way you're mother-henning me”

“What?” I look at her, assumed, she furrows her brows “You're barely leaving my side, we are not splitting directions and searching like on previous missions” She gives me a knowing look

“Aand you have the -I need to be serious but I'm worried as hell look -” She whispers, shouts

I gaped at her, I didn’t even realise I was doing all those things

She narrows her eyes “I refuse not to be involved, just because of what happened”

“If holding you back means that you won't sacrifice yourself, then fine, I’ll gladly be the bad guy” I reply to her, my voice gentler than I thought

I sense my shadows coming back “We found something” they whisper, “It is not far”

“We need to go” I tell Y/N

--

We go near the forest grounds along the CrimsonStone camp, high trees and every suspicious pattern of leaves on the ground, it is like someone placed it there. 

“I’ll move it”, Y/N heads forward “No” I stop her, “It can be a trap”

I use my shadows to move the leaves, and there we see it, nearly camouflaged into the ground, a door. I look at Y/N, silent words exchanged between us, it’s time to uncover this

--

We go down the narrow stairs, my shadows already informing me they have a captive,

“There, there, now before the inevitable, let us have some fun” a male voice said, and  another voice laughed

“No please no” a female voice cried out. I look at Y/N, her face pale

I nod to her, and we charge further inside. I knock down the male with ease, and look towards Y/N, who successfully put down the other male. And together we start rescuing the female

“Shh shh, it’s ok, we are here to save you” I hear Y/N comforting the female

“We need to be quick” I pause “We need to make sure she is safe” I look at the males “I need them for questioning”

“We need to get her to safety first” Y/N tells me, I nod

--

“You are just a bastard nobody, and you always will be that” one of the males hissed at me.

I bought them in the Night Court’s prison, the only reason they survive is for questioning, “No, little boy, you need to play nice” I unsheathe truth-teller, and point it at the ear of the second male

“You look more intelligent than your friend” My voice ice “Who are you?” I dangle my dagger near his eye “Since when is this going?”

“I-I will tell you,” The second male says, terrified to the core “Shut your dam mouth” the first one said, I don’t bother with threats. I aim and through, truth-teller right in the eye of the stupid male, and he screams in pain

The smell of piss hits me “Now you can be clever and speak or stupid” – “Well you just got an example of what happens when you are stupid” I say to the second male

“I-it’s all male” the first one says “Males who do not believe in what your High Lord is implementing” he gulps “We do not have any regret; females were always beneath” The tone in which he says it wants me to kill this bastard right here.

“How many of you are there?” I ask with calm

“There is no specific number, at least not that I know off” he looks towards the other male “He knows more than I, he has been in this longer”

I stroll towards the first male, one side of his face dripping blood. I take out a bottle from my pocket “This is a pain killer” I show the bottle “You want this, then you tell me, or-“ I give him the spymaster smile, which promises slow death

“Nn-never” He spits out “Well I guess your going to be stupid then” I say, voice laced with venom

--

I flew to the Town House, the information I got about the camps involved and the reasoning was just barbaric

I knock on the door “Brother” and enter Rhysand's office

“Az” Rhys says, Cassian stops his pacing, at looks at me, to my surprise, Feyre is sitting on one of the chairs

“Feyre, Cass” I look towards both of them, and give a nod to Rhys, opening my mental shields, I allow Rhys to look at what happened. Feyre gasps, and by the reaction Cassian has, they know it too  

“What the actual fuck?” Cassian exclaims

Feyre stands up and walks towards Rhys side, they both look at each other. The former’s face filled with anger and worry

 “Rhys, I want you to look into their minds” I say

He nods, “I will”

“Y/N needs to know this, and you 3 know this fact very well” Feyre declares, and we all look at her; she looks towards me “You should tell it to her, Az”

“No, no, I think Cassian can handle her better” I reply not trusting myself on how I’ll act in front of her

“Oh you Illyrian baby, grow up, you have to tell her, and that’s an order” She says with the High Lady voice  

I get up “You know,sometimes I hate you guys” I tease and leave

--

I walk into the library in House of Wind, searching for Y/N, I stop by the table

“She is at the 4th level” Clotho writes

“Thank you” I tell her, “She is not looking good, Lord Azriel” I take an audible breath

“It’s just Azriel, Clotho, and I know, I’ll try”

“This library has been like a sanctuary for females who have seen terrible things, make sure Y/N doesn’t need more reasons to be here” Clotho warns me

With that in mind, I go the 4th level

My shadows reached her before I did, Y/n just smiled at them, her eyes looked so sad

“Care for company?” I ask her

“Az” a sad smile lines her face “Will it be rude if I say no?”

I look at her “If you don’t want me here, I’ll go- but I came here to tell you what happened”

She whips her head towards me, mouth half open

I side smile “Don’t be surprised, it was Feyre who ordered me to tell you”

Y/N’s eyes go soft, I sit next to her on the table “They are males who think females are beneath them, and they do not agree with Rhysand’s rules about training the females and not clipping them”

She look at me “And?” she asks, I look down, not able to meet her gaze “And nothing else” I say in a low voice

“I know it is more than horrific” – “But, Rhysand is going to look in their minds” I look at Y/N, I see her face, pale and in shock, I look in her eyes and see horror and what is that shame?

I hold her hand “Tell me something, anything, dove”

She tightens the grip “I need them dead Az” she tells “The male with green siphons, he was there 50 years ago, I didn’t forget his voice” She pauses, her eyes bore into mine “I will kill him”

Stunned I say “Y/n, I promise you” I hold her face “You will kill him”

--

Screams of agony and pain fill the chamber. “What is it?” I ask venom in my voice

“This is what you did to the females, didn’t you?” I slice near the talon of the stupid male's wing “Torture them, while they are helpless” I cut near the main membrane “Cut their wings off”-

“Please, please, I’ll give you any information, all of it” he breathes heavily “Please stop this madness”

“So you do believe that it is madness” Rhysand’s voice echoes as he walks inside

“What pray tell is this Az?” – “Why are these sorry pieces of males still with limbs?” Rhys’s voice is lethally calm

I just smirk, Rhys goes silent, and the sobs of the males stop, he is in their minds, few heartbeats later

“You are pathetic” Rhys says, disgust on this face “We are done” – “Get in here”

I turn my head and see Y/N walking in her face ice, but resolve and rage in her eyes

She kicks the male “Do you remember me?” –

She huffs, “I’m the prize who got away from you” She pulls out a dagger, I stop her and give her truth-teller, silent words exchange between us two

“This is what you pitiful males will see last” – “An Illyrian female with wings, who will end your life” she smiles, showing them her inner monster “Some people do not deserve a quick death”; and then two swift moves, and both males' throats gush with blood

--

I walk towards the balcony “Here” Y/N turns and takes the glass I offered

I look at her intently, “We just won a battle” she says, looking at the sky “Not the war”

“We will destroy them” I tell her, “Thank you” She says “Thank you, for letting me end them”

I smirk, “Anytime” I keep my now-empty glass on the table and stand in silence next to her, feeling the chill night wind

“You know” Y/N breaks the silence “I feel lucky to have this family, to have a best friend like you, who always got my back” She looks at me

I stare at her, surprised by the words I heard. In that moment, I just smile Best friend, not brother. Y/N places her head on my shoulder,and we just stand there, in silence, and a feeling of peace fills me

“We need to discuss what happens next” She says,

“And we will” I tell her, “But not now, right now we give ourselves time” I look at her and smile “Y/N- I hesitate for a bit “You are my best friend too”

--

You walk towards your bedroom, Azriel just called me his best friend, not sister, and he gave me truth-teller, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You enter your bedroom and sit by the dresser, I called him my best friend. You look in the mirror. Later, after this mission, if I survive, I’ll tell him, later.

Note: Please dont hate meee, this is my first time writing male POV, and well, Az is stupid, I know, sorry for that. We still love him.

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[juniorsailmakermattcruse]

ngl i really hate Doof as Prof Time because it just doesnt make any sense that he invented time travel, its already been invented with that time travel machine at the museum and then PnF rebuilding said machine, having Doof be the father of time travel is such nonsense

oh my god I got sooo mad at the depiction of time travel in mml. it wouldn’t have been as bad if they hadn’t set it in the same universe as pnf but when you’ve already established how time travel works in that show it doesn’t make sense to completely change it for another. like why is it in pnf when there’s a new timeline characters just pop out of existence but in mml we have the whole island of lost dakotas? which isn’t a bad concept in itself but it just totally contradicts their previous rules

overall mml would have been so much better if it wasn’t tied so much to pnf. that’s why (at least IMO) season 1 is so much better than season 2, because it’s all about original characters and original stories and isn’t relying so much on another show. because when you rely on another show you have to take into account the history of that show and the way that pnf worked just didn’t quite mesh with mml the way that they wanted it to. they were too different to be reconciled in a way that wasn’t frustrating. I’m glad hamster & gretel chose to for the most part stay disconnected from pnf, I think that’s one of its strengths

but yeah I really just hate professor time for reasons even unrelated to all the time travel stuff. first of all I don’t know why it HAD to be him?? it couldn’t have been literally any other character? no, we had to bring him in from another show just to completely mess up his personal timeline and force some weird “destiny” on him that he doesn’t even want and that doesn’t even fit him. and he just kind of abandons everything he had in pnf for this “destiny,” like why isn’t perry with him? you’re telling me he spends the entire season whinging and moping about perry not spending time with him and then in the future he’s all alone? ok. where’s vanessa? she only shows up in that one scene to give him perry’s card. norm is just decapitated and his building has exploded (which happened a billion times in pnf but somehow this time it’s irreparable?) and he doesn’t give a shit. ok. remember that scene at the end of LDOS where they’re all hanging out as a happy family? I guess that dissolves pretty quickly. like his whole involvement in the show is so so weird and out of character and unnecessary. and the 1 time (i think) when he does show up as prof time in the pnf effect it’s such a dumb deus ex machina ending and that just annoyed me from a writing standpoint. and again all of this could’ve been improved if it were a different character but no

it sucks because it really sours my view of mml and I’d probably rewatch it more if the 2nd season weren’t so frustrating but it just makes me want to rewatch pnf instead. at least when that show’s frustrating it resets by the next episode but the way mml is structured with long story arcs you have to deal with writing choices you don’t like forever

[yoamogussus]

alright, so this inspired me to write a little fanfic. It is now 1 am. It is about etho and grian hugging because they cant talk about emotions. thank you "J (tw: very much sappiness)

Etho wasn't feeling very well.

He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was the weather - cold and wet and gray. He'd always been sensitive to it. Everyone always knew exactly when spring hit, because they saw Etho's stuffed nose and pricking eyes, (obvious even with his mask.)

Or maybe it was his builds. He hadn't been working as hard on them as before. Etho sometimes feels bad about that - not making enough progress.

Or maybe it was nothing. It just happened, sometimes - he would stop in his tracks and stare into space for hours. A few times he's stared over into the water or void, as far away from anyone seeing him as he could, and cried. For no reason. Nothing.

It's pointless thinking about why, really. So Etho stops. He just... goes about his business, not feeling very good.

It's in the middle of his shopping trip (spree), in the wart shop, that he sees Grian. It's funny, because Etho can instantly tell Grian isn't feeling good either. His smile feels tight-lipped, and his empty eyes droopier than usual.

" 'ello Etho," Grian says tiredly. "You're the first one to buy any wart this season."

"Really?" Etho says, genuinely surprised. "I - well, I don't know *why* I'm buying it, but it has to be useful somehow, right?"

Grian hums consideringly. "I do use it sometimes. For accents."

"See! People should be buying it out by now!" He tries to sound as enthusiastic as he usually does, but it doesn't come out right. It's too... strange right now for him to manage. Too much effort.

Grian sighs. "I'm glad it's not doing well. It means me and Mumbo don't have to restock it."

It occurs to Etho how strange it is, Grian not caring about his shops. In season 7, he was always so excited - making so many quests for the Barge, constantly restocking it, building it bigger and bigger. Etho's sure he can't completely comprehend the amount of work that must've been. But Grian had been happy about it. And now its season 10. So much time has passed. Now he...

When Etho really tries looking at him, Grian looks...

Sad. Worn out. Cold.

Maybe he needs a hug.

"Do you want a hug?" Etho asked, before he could stop himself.

Grian froze. His eyes were two confused black blobs. Slowly, he nodded.

And so Etho stepped closer, and wrapped his arms around him in one big motion. It was awkward, until Etho realised he was too stiff, consciously forcing his shoulders to relax. And then it was nice.

He had to bend down a little to reach Grians height, but it was fine because Grian had his head buried right into Etho's shoulder. Hair should *not* be this soft, or this nice to rub his face against. And Grians chest was broad, covering Etho's more spindly form like an extra heavy blanket. It was warmer though, so warm and safe, somehow.

He doesn't know how long they hugged. The only reason they stopped was because their legs had gotten way too sore, standing unevenly in the same position. Etho was surprised to find his eyes were watering. Grian smiled and thanked him, choosing not to mention it.

Etho's arms burned where they had held him. He realised he didn't even remember the last time he had hugged - or really touched another person before this. Probably at the start of the season.

"Wait!" Etho found himself saying, as Grian was about to leave. Grian couldn't just leave. It would be one of those moments that just happened one time, but weren't mentioned again. Never repeated.

Etho... didn't want that. "Wait! Can. Can we - um. Do that again? Maybe next time we see each other?"

Grian nodded, which was the most enthusiastic answer Etho had hoped for. He nodded back.

He felt warm at the thought of being hugged again.

And even though the weather was still bad, even though his builds still weren't finished, and even though technically nothing major had happened, Etho felt better.

You know, Joel has a problem when his strong emotions uncontrollably flows out of him and Tango has a problem when he suppresses his emotions until the pressure blows up the kettle. And I think both of them can benefit so much from just talking to each other. They can scream at each other with no fear, because person on the other side gets it. Tango gets Joel to tone it down a bit and think about what he is saying (although Joel still can't really control his responses to strong changing emotions). And Joel on the other hand gets Tango riled up and talking about his frustrations outwardly (even though his internal shame of his anger and fear of hurting others don't go away).

Also together their bad luck with traps will cancel out and they will get back at people who annoyed them. I believe.

[mediumgayitalian]

Do you happen to have any tips for specifically writing like, sad/angsty type writing if that makes sense? I’ve found that when I write, (at least I’d like to think) I’m pretty decent at straight up silly goofy, slice-of-lifey type writing and things edging closer to like, horror or like, chilling if that makes sense? But every time I try to write anything just like, sad and with a like, dark but not scary type of mood it just comes out very 12 year old’s 1st wattpad, cringey anime protagonist if that makes sense. I yearn to write heart-wrenching angst but every time I do I just feel like it comes out just like, bad? I’m kinda bad at putting this into words lol

hm. i can't give you specialized advice without seeing what you've written -- i'm sure you're just hard on yourself -- but i tend to focus on concrete, sentient details.

write your character's emotions like they'll be shot by a sniper if they admit them out loud.

of course this isn't a rule. more of a guideline insert pirate joke here. but in real life people are like.....allergic to communicating. writing is already a little scripted because people communicating in noises more than anything, so if you use any more words than you have to, things can read as kind of forced. to make things seem really natural and flow well, try to 1) imply and 2) use senses & gestures.

you wanna talk about how a character is miserable? don't say theyre sad. focus on the bleakness in their eyes, the echoing scrape of their feet dragging on the ground. focus on their tired shoulders and slow-blinking eyes. point out how they eat like every plate is piled with sawdust. how they talk on a careless, broken line, like theyre working around a knife pressed too hard to their throat. how their fingernails are cracked and bleeding.

can you get a kind of image there? this is someone who is joyless, who is not taking care of themselves. it is also someone deeply loved by the person observing them -- loved enough to be notices. you HAVE to trust your readers to understand your metaphors and inferences and allusions. don't spell things out for them.

most of all, though.

PRACTICE.

im not gonna link my old shit because it's v*ltron and im still so goddamn mad at that fandom and embarrassed i wrote for it. but believe me when i tell you my old shit was clumsy. i sounded twelve, too, and that's okay because i was learning. practice and give yourself some grace.

HOMEWORK (all writing tips will come with homework now):

Walk around your home or neighborhood and pick out the saddest looking THING you can find (a drooping flower, a dead worm, a crumpled shoe, whatever). Describe it. A thing cannot be sad -- it has no emotions -- but why does it look sad? What visible or audible (or olfactory, etc) parts of it come off as 'sad' to you?

Pick a character. Pick an emotion. Practice writing dialogue -- this character is trying to tell another character their feelings have been hurt, but they have been cursed so as they cannot say so directly. How do they explain themself? Does the person they're talking to understand? Does your character get frustrated? More hurt? Sad? How does their body show it?

Find a piece of writing you admire that is 'angsty'. Pick one or two paragraphs and closely examine them: what emotion is being expressed? Is there more than one? How do you know? What actions imply certain emotions? What words have certain emotional connotations?

Feel free to send your homework in for grading. I'll deadass grade it.

other writing advice: here, here, here, here, here, and here,

[moonyeyedstar]

Hey can I request a stepdad Snape x reader? I love your writing so much

Inferior- Stepdad!Snape x stepdaughter!reader (smut)

*18+* *Maybe the reader is Lily Evans and James Potter’s daughter, up to you guys, it’s not too much into that detail, so do with it what you will!*  *audio link*

“Why can’t I go out with Draco tonight?!”  You screamed as you threw your bag onto the ground.

“Because I told you he is not good enough for you,” your stepfather spoke simply.  He was obviously annoyed by your tantrum but was unwilling to give in to your childish behavior.

“He loves me.”

“He cheated on you, and you are telling me he loves you?  Do you expect me to believe such?”

“He does love me!”  You protested, earning a scoff followed by an eyeroll from Snape.

“Well then, love may be blind, but your desperation is deaf, dumb, and dressed like a tragedy.”

“It’s not!  I love him, and he loves me!  No one else will love me like he does!  So just let me go!  I’m an adult!  You cannot boss me around just because it is your house and mum is out of town!”

“Fine then, by all means go,” he waved you off easily.  “Go grovel at the feet of your faithless boyfriend.  I’m sure he will appreciate your loyalty just as much as he appreciated someone else’s bed.”

“Funny for you to say,” you scoffed.

“How so?  I’ve never cheated or been cheated on.”

“Mum is cheating on you right now!  She is out of town with another man!”

“She told you that?”  His face drops.

“Yes!  So now you’ll be grovelling at the feet of your faithless wife, won’t you?”  Severus didn’t answer; he just made his way towards you slowly, his hurt eyes roaming your body.  You swallowed hard.  Feeling ashamed of how much he was turning you on.  “What?”  You asked, your voice whispering as Severus’s hand gently cupped your cheek, his dark, sad eyes growing hungrier by the second.

“You,” he spoke simply, his thumb swiping caressingingly across the soft skin of your cheek.

“What about me?”  Your arousal grew between your thighs. “I want you.”

“Take me,” you spoke breathlessly.  Without wasting another breath, Severus leaned forward to take you in his arms and bring you flush to his chest, practically dipping you backwards.  Your hands tangled in the back of his head, his soft, dark hair entangled around your fingers as he deepened the kiss.   You moaned shamelessly into his mouth, your arousal pooling between your thighs.  Severus carried you up to your bedroom without breaking the kiss, laying you gently onto your back.  You moaned needily into the kiss and arched your back.  Your hands made their way down his chest to find his belt, your fingers working quickly to undo it.  Severus groaned into the kiss as his cock grew to his full size in your palm as you massaged him over his trousers.

“Fuck, darling, this is wrong,” he pulled back slowly.

“But I need you.”  You meet his eyes with your own wide, pleading pair.  

“You don’t need me, you’re just upset.”

“No, I do, Severus, please.  I’ve wanted you from the first day my mum brought you home.  Please fuck me, please make me feel good.”

“Oh, darling,” Severus gave in to your pleading demands, he quickly rid himself of his bottoms before doing the same to you.  You gawked at his impressive size.  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he spoke softly as he pressed his tip to your soaked entrance, slowly applying pressure as he buried himself deep inside your aching cunt.

“Oh, never stop,” you cried out in pleasure, arching your back to fit as much of him as you could deep inside.

“Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight,” Snape growled as he picked up his pace,  rocking his hips with fevor.

“Such a big cock, f-feels so good,” you moaned out without an ounce of shame lingering on your words.

“I bet no one has ever fucked you this good,” he groaned as he pinned your hands above your head just by grasping your wrists together tightly in one of his fists.

“Never,” you moaned pathetically, sounding like you were practically gargling out your moans.

“Fuck baby, you take me so well,” Severus began to thrust in and out of your spasaming cunt at a ruthelesss pace. 

“Oh yes!”  Your back arched as you cried out.  The walls of your cunt clung to each and every twitching vein in his cock.

“Oh, princess,” Severus cried out as he gave you his all.

“Oh yes!  Oh Severus!  Yes!”  Your entire body shook as you came around his cock, your cunt milking every last drop that he spilled into you.  It was just the beginning, he fucked you all night long.     

[crownofefflorescence]

🥀 Demo Update: Next Chapter + Decisions!

IMPORTANT CHOICES

One of your seemingly inconsequential but emotionally punchy decisions in chapter 2 will echo forever into the narrative one way or another, and let me tell you, I'm VERY excited about it.

Be ready, Justice!

Elegance seems to be the most commonly chosen name based on the poll results so far, so I thought I'd show some love to the name least chosen. Speaking of which...

POLL RESULTS

175 people have voted and apparently Justice and Enmity are the least-loved names at 8% and 7.4% respectively, while Elegance was most-chosen at 28% and Lenity was the second-favoured name for MCs at 21.1%. Wrath, Ire, and Malice are all in the middle, the first two tied at 11.4% and Malice slightly ahead with 12.6%.

If you want to add your MC to the tally, you can do so here for the next 4 days! Surprisingly, the stats haven't changed that much since the first day the poll went live.

So if your MC's name is Justice or Enmity, you are a rare individual!

CODING + OTHER THINGS

But yes, coding has started in earnest today.

I write and code at the same time, by the way... not sure if that's normal and maybe it won't be sustainable long term, but it's worked for me so far because I draft partly in notepad and partly in vscode (no spellcheck so it's a miracle there aren't more typos 😭).

Also I just like seeing in-progress decisions implemented into the story. It motivates me.

Received a comment on itch.io that someone still had long loading times (I'M SO SORRY), but I wasn't sure how long or what device they were using, so I might have to troubleshoot it some more.

FINAL NOTE

All my appreciation to everybody who sent kind and encouraging messages to my inbox with your thoughts, choices, hot takes on U, or descriptions of your unique MCs - not only does it make my entire day happier to know that someone was entertained by the demo, but this is the kind of feedback that really helps to shape the story and it's just fun to hear how different your playthroughs have been!

PROGRESS!

~ Effie

[thirteenheavens]

hii!! could you write something about seungkwan using his fingers/hands on reader? anything is fine i just need to feed my dreams about his hands…. 😓😓

Tell me how does it feel|| Seungkwan

Notes: finally a boo fic hehe

Seungkwan slides his fingers into your mouth, teasing your tongue before pulling them out slowly. "Get them nice and wet for me," he whispers huskily. He watches intently as you suck on his fingers, a dark look of desire in his eyes. "Such a good girl," he praises, his free hand trailing down your body.

When his fingers are thoroughly coated, he spreads your legs wide and starts tracing slow circles around your entrance. "You're already so wet for me," he observes with a smirk. One finger slides in easily, quickly followed by another as he starts pumping them in and out of you. "Tell me how it feels," he demands, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot.

"So good," you moan, arching your back as Seungkwan adds a third finger. "Your fingers are perfect." He thrusts them deeper, his thumb finding your clit to rub tight circles against it. "You're so tight and perfect for me," he groans, watching your reactions intently.

"I love how responsive you are," he says, increasing the pace of his fingers. "Your body reacts so beautifully to my touch." The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you fill the room, making you blush with pleasure and embarrassment. Seungkwan notices and grins.

"I know I'm not normally this aggressive," Seungkwan admits, his voice rough with desire. "But seeing you like this... so needy and desperate... it's driving me wild." He presses his body against yours, his free hand gripping your hip possessively. "I can't help myself," he confesses, his breath hot against your ear. "You bring out this side of me."

His fingers continue working you expertly, hitting all your sensitive spots with practiced ease. "Let go and cum for me, baby," he urges. "I want to feel you squeeze around my fingers." Your walls flutter around Seungkwan's fingers as your orgasm approaches. He watches your face intently, his eyes dark with lust.

"That's it, let it happen," he encourages, speeding up his movements. "Cum for me, my beautiful girl." His thumb circles your clit faster as his fingers thrust harder, bringing you right to the edge. The tension builds until finally, you crash over, crying out his name. Seungkwan works you through your orgasm until you're trembling and spent. "Beautiful," he murmurs, pulling his fingers out slowly. "You're absolutely stunning when you cum."

Seungkwan gently strokes your pussy, his fingers sliding through your slick folds with a mix of tenderness and desire. "So sensitive now," he whispers, watching you shiver at his touch. He collects some of your juices on his fingers and brings them to his mouth, tasting you with a low moan. "Delicious," he says huskily. "I could eat you all day."

His fingers continue their teasing, drawing lazy circles around your clit and making you squirm. "Are you ready for more, or should I let you rest?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

[starrynightskies12]

I've seen theories crop up this season that Lila isn't working alone, starting with her line at the end of The Illustrhater, "You'll know nothing about me, about us, about them" which at the time I kind of took to be talking about her wide array of disguises but also did get me wondering. I've also seen people say that some of the people seen (the one at the end of Sublimation I've seen talked about quite a bit) just don't seem to be Lila, there's also the way she is writing everything down, which could chalk up to intense planning and observation, but could also very well be her trying to relay the information to someone else. It's also that it is really unknown how she found out Gabriel was Monarch, as well as the final scene in Re-creation with the blue light.

After the end of El Tore De Piedra my immediate thought had been "Oh wait does Lila work for these people?" and while it's still on my mind I feel like she doesn't?

While it would explain those other points and all the resources she seems to have at her disposal, ultimately I feel like there are points that just don't fit this theory, that imply she is either not with them or receiving very little to no support from them.

There's her dynamic with Gabriel, where he seems interested in her intellect for a while but that doesn't appear to be due to knowing who she is through the grapevine, it looks more like Lila just impressed him all on her own. Of course while Gabriel is probably an important part of the organization, that doesn't mean he knows everybody, I can see identities sometimes, or even a lot of the time we don't know a lot yet, being kept a secret for preservations sake. Gabriel is also very disregardant of her in season 5, and that is in some part I'm sure Gabriel just being Gabriel, but in general it seems she wasn't a very important part of the plan, being tossed aside like it was nothing and replaced with Kagami in the blink of an eye.

In Revelation she has to go through quite a bit of trouble to get information on Gabriel that if she was an important part of the secret society she really shouldn't have had to go through, unless she tried to get it but was denied access, which really implies to me that if she is involved they don't consider her important at all.

Another point to that is that she was not invited to the Diamond Dance. You can tell by how pissed she was that she didn't just go under a different identity, she didn't go at all because she wasn't considered important enough to invite.

In general while we have very little information about this organization, I do think the assumption is that is is composed of people with a more elite status, something Lila doesn't seem to have.

The way I read Lila thus far (of course this could all change in an instant, I mean look at what just happened with Nathalie (not a criticism by the way, I LOVE this new detail about her)) is she is someone desperate for the love and validation of people around her. Her lies are about making people like her, and when it doesn't work that person becomes her enemy.

In season 5 she revels in her fame, but she is clearly considered not very important to people like Gabriel, as mentioned earlier she is not invited to the diamond dance, it seems like she might not have even known about it until Kagami told her, and she is very unhappy about this lack of invitation, the idea that she is "just a stone", and in the end scene where it's revealed she knows Gabriel's identity, she says she wants to prove she's not just some bottle of perfume in a very emotional voice. And again, in Revelation she is replaced by Kagami without even being told about it, and is told by Gabriel that she is nothing.

This all reads to me as Lila not already having this elite status, but instead it being a goal for her, something she is reaching towards.

While I don't think I feel confident in saying Lila is a solo act, I don't think she's working for the secret society, or at the very least not in the conventional sense, and she certainly isn't an important member.

Even with all of this part of me can't fully shake the feeling that she is connected to it somehow though? I'm not sure how extensive the organization is, but I wonder if Lila is just a very low-ranking member. A foot soldier of no real importance to them who is striking out on her own to prove herself and work her way up the ranks. Maybe she has a high ranking parent or parents and she was disowned and is trying to earn her way back. Or maybe I should just shake that feeling of her having some involvement with them, time will tell.

[essektheylyss]

me: okay time to edit. I am focusing.

me, like four paragraphs in: [angrily ranting about some shitty writing advice post I got served on substack today because I found a line that blatantly disproves one of the stupid examples]

[aroaceleovaldez]

i would like to say my ideal PJO adaptation (if i was being physically forced against my will to have to pick a live action adaptation over an animated one for some reason) would be a combo like writing of the musical + casting of the show + visuals of the movies

BUT the show actually does have the playwright for the musical as one of the major writers for like three episodes and that did nothing for it. so...

[cent-scratchnsniff]

i was rereading the story dialog for the sephirah while ago (upper layer so far considering i have a doc to contain all of my ramblings and thoughts once looking it over and getting actual lines to be able to know exactly what was said to base my feelings off of rather than the pure unfiltered pain or i suppose somewhat shock at first and those garbled memories of what happened) and after reading tiphereth's and then going to netzach's again it's just.

imagine you have to see what is deemed your other half, the person keeping you sane, your only companion you actually love and like, your literal ‘twin’ have to get crushed but some bum that never does his job and can easily be seen as 'not meeting standards' does get the same treatment at all when your own brother had been destroyed for less like spiraling into some dangerous stains of thoughts (thought be fair he did end up not as respondent and at that point already had what i'll inadequately describe as 'memory leakage' . But from the general idea of the side of tiphereth). he'll be more better than that drug addict ever will be in her eyes, someone who can't even do a report on time and even then is half assed to where at that point they'd just do it themself in the first place. he'll be way better, someone who is quite literally her family. yet why is her brother the only one that needs to suffer through that constant degradation of the soul? the constant wiping of the self? the memories made and lost? why the hell is someone that should deserve it in her eyes, someone so unmotivated and lazy, someone who she deems as a person not able to do a single thing right, not having that happen to them? why is it the person she loves so dearly, so close to her that she wishes would've stayed instead of some now hollow husk and imitation of imprinted memories when that hasn't happened to Any One Else? why does she have to go through all of that, having to see someone that she used to know and adore turn into a hollow husk and imitation of what once was - having to feel as if shes already looking at a walking corpse with memories shoved inside - just for someone like Netzach to not end up crushed to pieces.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!