#it will be shorter next time i promise. probably. lmao??

[volivolition]

Any updates on all wip fics? and what is your ao3 username if you have one?

if you don't want to share any info, it's all good

i hope you know how hard i am YIPPEE-ing after getting this ask, I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY FIC WIPS!!!! YEAHGKJH!!!! <33 my AO3 is also volivolition, but i dont have anything posted there yet :]

TL;DR: I have 4+ WIPs im working on simultaneously: Unstoppable Force Kisses Immovable Object - A Voli/Echem enemies -> enemies with benefits -> friends with benefits -> lovers fic that started as PWP but whoops its not just smut anymore lmao? Meet the Parts that Make You - A "Kim introduced to the Skills" fic! Let's Make It (a) Home - A Skills fic showing the aftermath of the amnesia wiping out Harry's mindspace, with the Skills working together to rebuild it into a home during the Hanged Man case. Mostly domestic fluff. Swept Up in the Feeling - An Empathy-centric fic, originally an excuse to do Skill character studies. Empathy understanding each skill while they do activities together <3 (gained a plot. suddenly.)

ANYWAY!! more info, snippets and musings under the cut!

Unstoppable Forces Kisses Immovable Object Word Count: 18722 Rating: Explicit Okay, so technically this document isn't just one story. It's my catch-all "any Volistry writing goes HERE" containment zone. Like I said, this wasn't supposed to be anything big, I just wanted to write a bunch of drabbles and practice writing smut because I've never done that before. But then the drabbles started connecting to each other and Voli and Echem started falling in love without asking me and so it's like. A whole thing now lmao?

they bring me so much joy. they're so fun to write, because volition will say something so normal and echem will find some way to misconstrue it and volition will bicker and echem will flirt back and volition will sigh and they're so fucking funny to me. they just keep talking, their back-and-forth banter is so natural to write, which is why this fic is so long hkgjh

they learn to balance each other out!! i want them to be soft and witty with each other and i'll. cry about them. if you catch me at the right time i will wax poetic about their relationship but right now they're just being incoherently rotated in my brain.

anyway here's a snippet, i have so much written for this damn fic that i had trouble choosing lmao. it's like. mildly suggestive? but truly nothing blatant, just cutesy shit lmao

Meet the Parts that Make You Word Count: 3886 Rating: Mature This fic is the closest of the four to being abandoned lmao? Or at least I want to finish Swept Up before writing this one, because as it stands I feel like I can't grasp everyone's characters right without doing some character study beforehand. It might also be because I'm currently more obsessed with the Skills instead of the humans, though i still love them.

but yes! Meet the Parts that Make You is a fic after Martinaise, established relationship for KimHarry, where Kim is casually introduced to the skills over dinner, and they document their findings in Kim's notebook over the course of about a week. it's a lot of skills banter and silly moments!! harry can honestly say that every single part of him loves Kim.

here's where they're trying to show off each of their different specialties, featuring Reaction Speed and Hand/Eye Coordination who are my sillies.

Let's Make It (a) Home Word Count: 1896 Rating: Teen+ I think if I want to finish any fic first, I want it to be this one, because it really sets the scene for the rest of the universe of all my other fics. The main gist is that Perception can pull in anything that Harry's looking at into the mindspace, and once they figure this out, most of the skills go "Hey we should bring in more things so we can decorate!"

volition my friend and perpetual spoilsport :3 anyway, different skills affect the object's properties! Perception can pull things in, Interfacing can give it texture, Conceptualization can make it different colors and Reaction Speed can duplicate it. Empathy makes it so the object has the correct feelings attached to it (Dora's letter, for example) and Half Light can immediately destroy the object (Dora's letter, for example).

this fic is basically The Hanged Man case, but from the perspective of the Skills. i think it focuses on some specific skills, but maybe not all of them because I'd die if i had to give each one of them an individual chapter. maybe i'll smoosh some skills together? i love all of them and i want all of them to get some screen time, but it would wreck me lmao

i have a whole Volition scene written out and i think its so fucking gorgeous bro... i love writing. it's like... rebuilding after death, the skills have a kind of blank slate too, you know? they're learning to work together again, regaining memories, making new ones, making a home together. the way different skills need to work together to make an object in the mindspace real. I WANT THEM TO BE A HAPPY FAMILY. AUHG.

Swept Up in the Feeling Word Count: 5103 Rating: This is Mature. Except the Echem chapter. Which is Explicit.

EMPATHY MY FAVORITE SKILL. OUGH. EMPATHY. MY FRIEND. this fic is about Empathy getting roped into a bunch of shenanigans with the other skills, and goes along with it all while better understanding each of them.

so remember when i said I'd die if i had to give each one of them an individual chapter? yeah. that's because THIS is the story where i give each one of them an individual chapter.

24 chapters, one per each skill. Including, but not limited to:

Exercising with Physical Instrument!

Art time with Conceptualization!

Performance with Drama!

Listening to Encyclopedia infodump!

Reminiscing with Volition!! (THEY ARE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS!!!)

Staying up late with Endurance

"Overstimulated Skills Support Group" with Perception

Talking about understanding people vs understanding machines with Interfacing

Talking about understanding people vs understanding specific people with Esprit de Corps

Apologizing to Composure about making their life harder with UNNECESSARY FEELINGS ("as if we don't deal with enough of our own, you bring in other people's emotions for me to hide?" "why do we always need to hide them?" "BECAUSE... :| Just because.")

A Talk with Half Light.

Y'know... with Electrochemistry (there's more to it than just that though lmao)

This fic will be the death of me, with all the skills, but I really really want to do skill character studies. I need to research their lines on Fayde and understand each of them so I can write all of them better.

This is also so I can be obsessed with each of them. Currently I have a lot of faves, but I don't care about all of them yet when i WANT TO!! i want to know each of them intrinsically!! I wrote a bit of the Endurance chapter and I didn't use to care for him very much, but then I wrote the lines

"Endurance is not tired; he can't afford to be. Not when everyone else is. He would stand before any of them, from the first intellect to the last motoric, in order to take a blow meant for someone frailer, less capable of surviving it. He will endure it instead."

and now I'm sympathetic to him. like, ough. If I understand them, then I learn to love them, and that's also why I'm writing it from Empathy's perspective! Empathy feels what other the other skills feel and does bonding activities with them with similar feelings, does that make sense? i really want to learn characterization for each of them, this fic truly is just an excuse for me to do character studies so i know all their character motivations.

BUT. it also has backstory plot now that im invested in lmao? based off of character design that i have. I STILL NEED TO POST MY SKILL REFS. RAUGH. but yeah all of my stories get too big for me really, i always bite off more than i can chew for projects like this lmao.

Other Fics: Skill Body Swap Fic! its shoved into Unstoppable Force's document for the time being, since this is mostly an excuse for Volition/Echem swap (Echem's body is ~sensitive~ if you're not used to it and i love putting voli through Situations. meanwhile Volition's body has the morale health pool in it that echem has to take care of), and ive only written that specific swap, but i think it'd be cool if i swapped EVERY SKILL.

Logic and Drama would be funny hkjgh Drama would 1) immediately slot into the new role and be extremely good at pretending nothing is wrong. What do you mean, he hasn't switched bodies with anyone? That's highly improbable. 2) love saying lies as if they were appropriate conclusions, and actual Logic would be like "That's literally wrong. Stop that."

Empathy and Composure would be interesting! Empathy's body is constantly picking up on everyone's emotions, and also is always on the brink of tears. Composure's body is not made to experience the same emotions, much less the emotions of others. Empathy's cut off from feeling and Composure is struggling not to fucking cry, poor guy.

Shivers and anyone? I just think Shivers should be small and worried about her connection to Revachol. and some other skill is just like "WHY IS THIS SO OVERWHELMING. HELLO??"

i dont know, theres a lot of ways i could go with this, i'll figure it out lmao. if anyone has suggestions for interesting/funny swaps and is even reading this far, let me know

The Sunrise Momentum. I SWEAR TO GOD IF I DONT WRITE THIS FIC. I NEED TO FUCKING WRITE THIS. Volition's vow with Harry that i cry about once per day. VOLITION IS TO HARRY AS HARRY IS TO REVACHOL. AUGH. "I will do everything in my power to keep you alive. I will keep you on this earth." my knight in lavender armor i am OBSESSED WITH YOUUUU!! *vibrates at high velocity*

okay that's about it, thanks for reading my RAMBLES!!

[caeliuluru]

and all i am, is a mess

Summary: Xavier reflects on your relationship for a bit and picks you up from your apartment for your date. He's surprised to find that (1), you just woke up, and (2), you're wearing his sweater.

Title from a misheard lyric from Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

Tags: Xavier/MC, Xavier/Reader, Fluff (as usual), Established Relationship Xavier/MC, female MC, MC is shorter than Xavier in this one, Filipino MC (if you squint)

A/N: i wanted to experiment with writing xavier's a POV more. idk how i ended up with ~2k words of fluff no plot tho lmao. enjoy~

After a few missed alarms, Xavier finally wakes up. The birds chirp, meaning that at least, it’s still morning. He’s in his own apartment, since he’d went home ahead after you told him you’d be staying out later than usual because of your girls’ night with Tara and Simone. As he sits up to turn off the alarm, he runs a hand through his messy bedhead, missing your heart eyes and the “Xavier, you’re so cute!” you let out whenever you see it.

It’s interesting how you’ve changed him. He thought that he could hide away his solemn devotion to you, that he could present a side of him that was serious, strong, and sincere in a way he was used to. But now, he’s waited so long for you that waking up alone without seeing your adorable, peaceful face (although you’d beg to differ on your looks, he can hear your voice begging him to delete the photos of you with drool), is time too long away from him. It’s childish, he knows. But he misses you.

But…he can bear the feeling for a few minutes more, because you did promise him that the two of you would go out today. Just a little bit more and he’d be able to spend some alone time with you outside of the Hunter’s Association. He’s always reminded you to adjust the part for life in work-life balance, and he’s glad to be a part of the solution.

So, Xavier goes about his routine. He attempts breakfast, looking for something easy to make lest the fire alarm ring, and settles for pork and beans. After a quick shower, he then pulls on his white jacket, black turtleneck, and jeans and brushes his hair, trying to style it in a way that looked both neat and messy. If you liked the wavy bedhead, surely there was a way to have a more presentable version of that? But despite his attempts, he still ends up with his usual hair. Before you, he wouldn’t have exerted this much effort in getting ready, but knowing that he’s seeing you makes him want to look good in front of you. After spritzing on his cologne and grabbing his keys and wallet, he heads to the 5th floor to meet his partner, probably awake and dressed.

Xavier’s about to ring the doorbell, but a glance at your digital lock reminds him— he could just let himself in. He’d reasoned out not using his fingerprint with “special circumstances,” but the look on your face when you told him you had imagined him using it regularly… right. His hand raps on the door thrice, remembering his promise to knock three times to let you know it was him. He chuckles at the memory, and the way you’d reassured him that he’s the only other person whose fingerprint is registered on your door lock.

To his surprise, though, there’s no smell of food, no indication that you were already awake. He calls out your name.

No response.

After removing his sneakers and putting on his house slippers, the hunter scans your kitchen and living room. The kitchen island and coffee table are clean, and the couch is exactly the way you had left it the morning before you both left for work yesterday. While you did enjoy sleeping in, especially when either of you would stay the night at each other’s respective apartments and had nothing to do the next day, you were usually punctual. It was usually you who’d knock on his door first, only to be greeted by a drowsy Xavier who had just woken up.

Perhaps this was a shift.

Xavier, careful to quiet his steps, pads towards your bedroom. In this unique chain of events, he’d gently rouse you from your slumber, kiss your head, and make you a quick coffee before you get dressed and head out on your date with him. You deserved to relax, and the two of you wouldn’t let a little bit of lateness impede your plans for the day, especially when simply spending time in each other’s presence was enough.

He’s about to put his hand on the knob before the door suddenly bursts open and reveals a frantic you with messy hair and pillow marks on your face.

“What— Xavier!”

You look up, head shifting quickly from his casual getup to the ocean blue of his eyes.

“What time is it? I’m so sorry! I overslept because I got home late and—”

He hears you, but then the signals of his brain tune out your panicked rambling as the first thing he sees after your cute expression is your body enveloped in his white sweater, falling past your hips and reaching mid-thigh. The sheer largeness of it on your frame makes you look smaller than you already are, and his eyes flit over to the way the sleeves cover your hands. Stars, you look nothing short of comfy in his sweater, and he’s inches away from carrying you back to your bed so he could cuddle you for the rest of the morning… or the whole day, even.

Now he’s short-circuiting too.

“Xavier!”

You call his attention.

His brain static goes silent. Oh, was he caught in the act?

You look at him with a pout, expecting a response to your embarrassment over being late and unprepared, because you really did like being On Time, and he knows that, so why isn’t he saying anything? Was he mad? The pout shifts to a resigned frown, and he realizes that he has to rectify the misunderstanding so that you don’t end up thinking things that simply aren’t true, even if he finds you adorable, big sweater and embarrassment and all.

“Come on, just wait on the couch, I need to wash up and change my clothes.”

You’re about to step aside him and move to your bathroom when he suddenly picks you up in a princess carry, hearing your surprised “Huh?!” and depositing you onto the couch. He flops on top of you, head right on your chest where he can hear your heartbeat, and embraces you once again, nuzzling into your warmth.

“Xavi…” your voice takes on a softer tone as you watch him get comfortable. “What are you doing? I thought we were going to go out today.”

He hugs you tighter and burrows his head into your chest and the soft cotton. He smells his usual cologne on the sweater, and smiles at the thought of you falling asleep to his scent. “We will. You’re just too cute. I couldn’t resist.”

Warmth also floods into your cheeks at his response. You look down at your boyfriend, very much happy and comfy, then at your hands, hidden under the white sleeves. “Wait…” you realize. Right, it’s Xavier’s.

Your voice fills the air. “When I got home last night, I just took a shower and changed quickly. Your sweater and my pajamas were the first thing I saw in my closet drawer, so I just took those.”

He feels your hands brush his bangs away, probably to check if he was still awake. He nods. “I’m listening.” He looks up to gaze contentedly at you. “I’m glad you got home safe.”

“You’re also glad I didn’t return your sweater.” You point out.

Xavier hums affirmatively, pleased.

Looking for something to do with your hands, you poke his cheek, then switch to pinching and pulling at it lightly.

“This is what I get for my generosity?” he pouts, and you return your hand to the spot on his back before he can grab it. Xavier hears you chuckle, and well, you’re smiling now, too, so that’s a win in his book. He lets himself sink into the plush of your chest, of you and the couch, and there isn’t anywhere else he wants to be.

“It’s called cute aggression, Xav. Gigil,* if you will.” He adjusts himself upward so that he can slot his head into the space between your neck and shoulder.

“Mhm, is that so?”

Xavier continues cuddling you, listening to your breathing and heartbeat. You feel his arms wrap slightly tighter around your torso, and you resign yourself to running your fingers through his moonlight hair, playing with the strands, while your other free hand settles on his back. The noontime sun begins to stream in through your window, and his hair catches in the light. The two of you stay this way for a few more moments before your shoulder starts to feel numb, because as lovely as holding Xavier is, his height means that he is heavier than you are.

Your voice, again, fills his ears, soft and coaxing. “Xavi, this is really nice. But I want to go to the bookstore. and the park, and the noodle restaurant. Also, heavy.” Xavier acquiesces, always weak for your voice (a simp is what you had once called him), and shifts your positions, the two of you moving around on the couch so that you’re leaning on his chest this time, facing him and snug between his legs.

“Was there anything else you wanted to do today?” He tucks the stray strands of hair behind your ear, locking his ocean blue eyes with yours. “Well… I also wanted to play video games when we got home. Hmm... It Takes Two?”

He lets out a quiet laugh. You’re pretty, he thinks, in his clothes and bathed in sunlight and just doing whatever You does. “We can, but we have all the time in the world right here. You should relax.” He brings another stray lock of hair away from your face, and you sigh contentedly.“

Apart from the fact that I’ve kidnapped your sweater, what else is going on with you?”

“Me?”

He takes a moment to think. Was he acting strangely? Was it weird to be so lovestruck by your girlfriend? Notwithstanding the fact that you were wearing his clothes, he’d always find you cute. And do anything for you in a heartbeat. What did you notice? He would respond with something witty, try to recover some semblance of calm and collected Xavier, but the earnestness in his heart makes him honest, and he looks in your eyes again.

“I just missed you.”

“Silly, it was just a night.” “Still. Unless you didn’t miss the person you left behind.” He feels your hand smooth the parts of his hair you played with earlier, and you tilt your head up to kiss him. Upon feeling your lips on his, he returns the kiss. Xavier then moves his hand to your lower back, supporting you as you lean towards him again. Your hand rests on his shoulder while the other cups his face, bringing him closer to you. One kiss becomes two, and three, and you feel his tongue run across your lip before you move away, the two of you already gasping for air.

“Xavier,” He looks at you again, his guiding starlight and the reason he wakes up in the mornings. You feel his hand moving from your arm to your hand, thumb stroking the back of your palm, and you grin. You hope he knows how adored, how loved he makes you feel. “Dummy. Of course I missed you too.” Xavier gives a relaxed chuckle, and pulls you in again for a hug before kissing the top of your head.

Maybe this was devotion too. Sometimes, he doesn’t recognize himself, but if it’s someone that you’re still willing to love and miss— he’s perfectly fine with change.

And this was, a good start to the very good day Xavier and his girlfriend would have.

A/N: *Gigil: Filipino term for cute aggression. that's how i first understood cute aggression anyway so i decided to use my native language haha

divider by @cafekitsune~

[hannie-dul-set]

my youth is fee — [PREVIEW].

SYNOPSIS. there’s this one boy who keeps reminding you that there’s no price to enjoying the moment, and that there’s no such thing as a deadline in living life to its fullest.

PAIRING. taesan x female! reader. GENRE. college! au, romance, humor, coming of age, comfort (no hurt), light angst, childhood friends to lovers (fuck you, you’re never taking this trope away from me), younger brother! woonhak, taesan is your manic pixie dream boy. i saw the clip of him saying that his ideal type is someone he could tease and i’ve never been the same ever since— i.e. he’s a shameless flirt in this watch out. WARNINGS. swearing, alcohol, mc is older than taesan and shorter than him (it’s dynamic relevant i promise), the many struggles (and mistakes) of the eldest sister in an asian household, pressure and anxiety attached to a graduating student. yeah, i’m projecting leave me alone. WORD COUNT. preview, 5k | full fic, est. at least 30k LMAO.

RELEASE DATE. within the month of june. TAGLIST. dm/ask/comment to be added.

NOTE. this is my last major project before ultimately graduating and probably getting even less time to write at this point HAHAH so i’m really targeting to finish and release it this month for the sake of thematic relevance, and while my emotions are still on high HAHAHAH. if you've read some of my fics before, let me just say upfront that this is gonna be in the same vein as peach tree, love vomit, and mogi/nabi. meaning— it’s gonna be so full of love and endearment that ur gonna be sick by the end of it!!! woohoo!!!!

preview under the cut.

YOU’D LIVED MOST OF YOUR LIFE AS AN OLDER SISTER TO SIX BOYS. Well. Not exactly, but figuratively. Only one of those boys is your actual brother. The rest are totally against your own will. 

See, you didn’t sign up for it. It’s just that your mom has five friends living in the same neighborhood, and those five friends of hers had five sons after she had you as a daughter— meaning, you were born into the role as a direct consequence of your parents deciding to marry the moment they reached the age of majority. Not the smartest decision, but they were high school sweethearts in love. Also, your dad was gonna inherit Gwangju’s fruit and vegetable monopoly, anyway. They were set out for life.

Anyhow, the details aren’t really necessary. This is just to explain why you, as a graduating senior, are so at home being surrounded by a handful of freshmen right now. 

“Seonbae, I read your article in the Policy Studies Journal! I totally agree with your analysis.”

“You’re literally one week old in this program. Quit acting like you understood anything.”

“By the way, seonbae, is Prof Yeon’s classes really hard? I have him for my intro class, and—”

“Congratulations on your LOGODI internship, noona! Are you gonna be paying for the next round of drinks?”

It’s almost like your face muscles have stiffened from smiling too much, and your beer glass has been left untouched for the last ten to fifteen minutes. The kids continue to eagerly swarm you with questions and songs of praises. It currently being your department’s opening party and you being the face of your department— you kind of expected this much. Still, it’s a little overstimulating. But you continue responding to as many questions as you can because, again, it’s not something you’re not used to.

“Thank you for reading my article, Dohoon. Prof Yeon actually helped me a lot with it, and he isn’t as bad as you think, Jiyeon! Just keep up with the readings, and you’ll be fine.”

They’re cute. They’re excited. Keeping up with a bunch of energetic kids is something you’d been doing since the age of three. But as you continue to age, it does get a bit more exhausting as the years pass.

“Hey, now— leave your seonbae alone, kids. You’re all suffocating her with your questions.”

Your saving grace comes in the form of Kim Sunwoo sauntering out of nowhere to drop an arm on your shoulder from behind your chair. 

A release of breath slips past your lips, right before it finally manages to touch the cold rim of your glass. You’re about to welcome his appearance with a smile, but he rips your gratefulness away just as quickly as he offered it. “She just got dumped. She’s suffering from a breakup right now.” Two pats on the same shoulder. Two very patronizing pats. “Let her drink her sorrows away in peace.”

The beer doesn’t even make it to the middle of your throat when you choke it back out. A chorus of gasps break out. You wipe your mouth with your sleeve as you snap your head back. “Kim Sunwoo, what the hell?”

He grins. He flashes you a peace sign. Then starts walking away.

“Hey, you, get back here—”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry to hear that, seonbae. I hope you’re doing okay.”

“At least you’d be busy with your internship to think about too much…?”

“Cheer up, seonbae! You’re probably too good for that Choi Soobin guy, anway!”

How the hell did these kids even know who your ex is?! Where the hell did Kim Sunwoo run off to?!

“I saw him once and…He’s actually really handsome.”

“O—oh, then— then forget about him, seonbae! You’ll find someone better!”

Somehow, you manage to excuse yourself from the brood of ducklings to hunt down that damned rat. You spot the hood of his jacket— sitting on the same table as Yeji, and giving you the perfect opportunity to yank in down and elicit a guttural yelp from him. “Gah!”

“Move over, asshole.”

“Hey, you’re here!”  Yeji greets you, pushing off an extremely offended Sunwoo from his chair and taps on the seat the moment his ass leaves the surface. “Sit! I haven’t heard a whiff from you over break and the first thing I find out is that you broke up with Choi fucking Soobin. What the hell happened?”

“Correction. He broke up with her,” Sunwoo sniggers, straggling onto another vacant seat on the table. “Imagine the whiplash when I got the notifs ‘I got the internship,’ and ‘Choi Soobin dumped me,’ with not even a two-hour interval between each text. Crazy shit.”

You groan. Yeji very timely pushes her drink towards you and you take a swig. 

It really wasn’t that dramatic of a breakup. The day you received the acceptance email, you had a dinner scheduled with your then boyfriend. If Sunwoo was whiplashed, how does he think you felt when you told Soobin about the news over pasta, him congratulating you and that he knew you’d get it— only for it to be followed by a pregnant silence as he nervously gulps down a glass of water, just to drop the foreboding opening of, “You’re amazing and I’m really proud of you, but…”

Ugh. Recalling it causes a vein in your head to tick. You slam the glass down on the table. “Is it messed up to say that I was more mad than heartbroken over it?”

“Girl, what are you talking about?” Yeju huffs.  “I’d be pissed too if that hot of a guy broke up with me— not to mention a hot guy you’d been dating for three years! You didn’t even put up a fight! How could you just go with it?!”

“What, did you want me to beg him not to dump me? I have my pride too!” you screech back. Sunwoo is just watching you both like he’s watching a liveshow. “But that’s not the reason why I’m so pissed. This breakup just obliterated my 40 Year Plan, and I’ve been losing sleep trying to figure out how to get back on track and fix it.”

You fear you’ve just lost the room at the mention of your 40 Year Plan.

“Your…what?”

40 Year Plan. At age nineteen, you enter university. By twenty-three, you graduate and get a good job in the same year. Which is why you were so hell bent on getting the internship at the Local Government Officials Development Institute, under the Ministry of the Interior and Safety. Not only does it give you an easy opening to networking and eventually landing a job there, the internship is paid despite being a public institution— which is one of the major reasons why applications are always a battlefield every year.

You were warned by a senior while you were still in the midst of preparing your application. That there’s no such thing as free lunch, and the pay is definitely not worth the amount of work they put you through. 

Nevertheless, it’s still your gateway ticket to landing a stable job fresh out of graduation, ensuring that you stay on track and stay on schedule. That plan’s been fucked entirely by your recent breakup, though. 

You were supposed to get married by age twenty-five. Live a happy married life for the next five years domestically. Then your vacations in your thirties are gonna be spent travelling the world. Now, how the hell are you supposed to meet a new guy and fall in love with him just enough for you to want a ring on your finger— without wasting so much of your damn time on useless blind dates and dating apps— all within two damn years when it took you your entire life to meet Choi Soobin?

“My schedule has already been delayed after taking a gap year last year to save money,” you continue complaining. The alcohol is slowly starting to sink into your system. Your friends are looking at you like you’re insane.

“It’s…more fucked up that you scheduled literally your entire life,” Yeji remarks.

“And why does your plan only come up to 40 years old?” 

Sunwoo knows the answer, but he asked anyway. “Duh. I plan on dying by then.” You immediately shut down their looks of worry because they say anything else. “Either from a car crash or through natural causes. I don’t want to die as an old lady. I need to be pretty on my deathbed.”

They’re not looking at you any better. “You’re completely abnormal,” she tells you.

“And what the hell makes you think you’d naturally die at that age?” he spouts.

“I don’t know, the sinking standard of living? The crashing global economy? The increasingly precarious geopolitical landscape? Fucking climate change?” you grunt, finishing the glass in your hand. “We’d be lucky if the world doesn’t end in twenty-years. Maybe I’d have to adjust my timeline.”

Your two friends continue to prattle about how viscerally insane you are, and you listen but let the words come in one ear and out the other while you tap a finger on the table, waiting for a server to come by so you can order another drink. In the background, mish-mashed with the voices of Sunwoo and Yeji, you heard the restaurant door ringing open. Seems like more freshmen are pouring in. 

“Hi, is this where the public administration majors are partying?”

“Hell yeah, dude! Are you a freshman?”

“Yeah, but I’m from the performing arts department.”

“Who cares, you guys come on in!”

“Sweet!”

There’s nothing sweet about getting your plans derailed. As far as you remember, you’ve always been hellbent on speeding through life— growing up as quickly as you can so you live and die on your own terms. You moved out from your home in Gwangju to attend high school in Seoul. You gradually stopped asking for support from your parents when you got into BNDU with a full-ride. And you’re pretty sure the root cause for this insanity (as your dear friends like to put it) is your very formative childhood.

“Whoa. So this is what a college party is like.”

“Hey, don’t get distracted!”

Going back to your dearest mother and her group of high school friends— for three years, you’d also been their honorary daughter. And then another one of your aunties got married shortly after your mom did. It was at age three that you’d already started living for somebody else.

“Darling, come and meet Sungho!”

See, your mother and her friends never really…gave up on their youth. Even in their thirties and forties, even after starting their own families and lives, they always made sure to have Friday brunches at a new restaurant every week, weekend shopping trips and two-day-one night trips by the sea and uphill mountains. Naturally, these girl trips often became family hangouts. Your mom would bring you along, and your mom’s friends would bring along their kids as well.

The thing is, your moms and dads would often do their own thing, loosely supervising the rotational playdates held at someone’s else’s house each time— so you, more often than not, end up being the eldest person in the room that the rest of the kids look up to. 

First, it was just you. Then came Sungho. Followed by Sanghyeok and Jaehyun. And then Dongmin and Donghyun in the same year. You were essentially the person of authority for these five until you were in first grade. 

And then five became six when your mom gave birth to your younger brother—

“Kim Woonhak!”

Wait. The beer glass stops between your teeth. Hold on. That’s your brother’s name. Why are you hearing his name being yelled out in this restaurant? Why does that voice yelling his name out loud sound so disconcertingly familiar?

“Woonhak! We found your sister!”

Your drink dribbles back into the glass. Holy shit. That voice is Jaehyun. That’s fucking Myung Jaehyun. Your head shoots up, eyes wide, whipping around the room at the same rate as your heart is spiking, What the hell? Where the hell are they? Better question— what the hell are they doing here? 

“Hey, are you good?” Yeji asks in concern. You wish you could answer with a yes, but the moment your eyes land on one end of the restaurant, you immediately clock the six heads sticking out like six sore thumbs. Oh god. Oh god, no. 

You aren’t even given the chance to get your bearings straight when the other five finally notice where Jaehyun is pointing at. 

Woonhak mouth falls open. “Noona!” Then he starts barreling through the crowd. The other five trail after him, and it’s not a very discreet sight. Your face falls into your hands. Is this a hidden camera prank or something? What the hell even is this?

“Hey, are we about to get accosted?”

“They’re coming over here, do you know them, why are they—”

“Noona.” You pull your face out of your hands, looking up to see your younger brother’s disgruntled face. He’s slammed his hands down on the table— your table, your two friends sitting on the same table. His brows are all scrunched up. His tone is nothing more than a whine when he says, “Why weren’t you answering any of my calls?!”

Ah, crap. You shuffle into your bag and indeed, you find four missed calls from him on your phone. You sigh, rising up from your seat because it doesn’t feel good that you have to look up at him, but even after standing, this kid still has a good amount of height above you. “I didn’t notice it vibrating, I’m sorry, but Woonhak, but what—” You eyes flicker to the head popping out from behind Woonhak’s right shoulder— a silly smile and an equally silly wave from Jaehyun. You let out a sound and drop your head down, a finger massaging your right temple. “What…what are you guys doing here? Why are you here?” 

“Noona! This party is so sick!”

Jaehyun is quickly followed by Sanghyeok, who quickly jumps out from behind your brother, waving and jumping and very happy to see you. Next to him is Sungho, who’s looking very apologetic as he yanks on Donghyun’s jacket collar, who’s already starting to wander away, attention fished by your peers doing tabletop karaoke somewhere.

And then there’s Dongmin.

“Noona.”

The moment he steps forward, you’re prompted to look up. 

There’s a smile on his face— quiet and playful, the same hint of mischief mirrored in his downturned eyes. A pair of glasses are perched on his nose, but the most prominent thing you notice is something else. 

It’s the fact that he’s now looking down at you. You don’t remember having to look this high up just to meet Han Dongmin’s eyes. 

“It’s good to see you again.”

“Who...who gave you permission to get this tall?”

It’s enough that your brother already towers over you. Now this guy thinks it’s funny that you have to look up to him. But you can’t linger on this injury for too long because a sudden wave of whispers break from around you. You flinch, eyes peering to the side to see your peers and juniors gazes fixed on you in the center of the room. Your face burns. 

“I told you I could sniff her down,” Jaehyun proudly declares.

“Yeah, that’s on brand.”

“Is that a pool table over there? Donghyun, let’s play a round, lets—”

“Noona, I’m so sorry,” Sungho solemnly mutters. “I told them we’d wait somewhere else until you answered Woonhak’s calls, but they insisted on looking for you.”

Oh, this is dizzying. You catch from the flicker of your eye Yeji mouthing that maybe you should take this outside, and you couldn’t agree more. You mutter a few muddled somethings and usher the boys out from the suffocating humidity and warm lights of the restaurant, dragging them into the dewy and cold streets of nighttime Seoul. 

It gets significantly quieter. You find a spot under a planted dogwood oak on the walkway, the six boys sitting down and huddled up on the tree bench while you look at them, arms crossed and toes tapping. “None of you have answered my question yet,” you start with an exhale. “What are you doing here?”

Seeing them all together is like a sucker punch to the gut of guilt. When was the last time you’d seen this complete idiot ensemble? Four years ago? The one summer you spent at home in Gwangju before moving out for the second time for university? But even then you’d only see at least two of their faces once a week— except your own brother of course whom you had to wake up every morning each day else he’d sleep in until noon.

God, you’re pretty sure they were still a bunch of twerps back then, though. It irks you that even while sitting down, half of them are still kind of at eye-level with you.

“Why else would we be at the university district?” Jaehyun proudly sticks his nose out. “We’re also BNDU students. We’re here to party!”

“I’m sorry what?” you sputter. “BNDU students, what— what do you mean? Are all of you studying here? This year”

“Yeah!” Sanghyeok affirms. “

“Woonhak, you haven’t even graduated high school yet, what the hell are you talking—”

“Hey, c’mon now! Let them join us! There are plenty of drinks to go around!”

Maybe you should’ve picked somewhere farther away from the restaurant because one of your classmates— clearly inebriated— decides to butt into your business and invite your group of sparkly-eyed boys to something they obviously can’t refuse, like they’re being lured in by a pied piper.

It’s an inevitable mess. Jaehyun has already made at least seven friends from your major. Yeji is trying to hit on Sungho, who’s been trying to run away, red in the face. Sunwoo keeps on passing drinks to Sanghyeok and Donghyun and you make them tell you their addresses before they pass out beyond comprehension. And you’re keeping an eye on Woonhak like an eagle on the hunt for prey. 

“Ow!” he yelps when you smack his hand the moment his sneaky hand tries to reach out for a beer glass.

“Don’t you even dare.”

He grumbles. “C’mon! I’ll be an adult soon anyway!”

You leer at him. Woonhak continues to grumble while being locked down on the seat next to you because you can’t trust your damn peers to know that this kid is a minor. Dongmin has also decided to join you on this table— and the fact that he’s sitting right across from you, cross-armed and relaxed, makes it impossible to ignore the mischief playing on his grin, clearly directed at you.

“What?” you ask him pointedly.

“I was just thinking,” he hums, cocking his head to the side as if he’s trying to investigate something on your face. “You’re gotten a lot grumpier since I’ve last seen you. Is that an effect of aging?”

Your blood pressure simply cannot get higher. “Dongmin, you lot are already on thin ice.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughs, raising two hands up in surrender. “But don’t worry, noona. You’ll still be pretty even when you turn sixty.”

This fucking kid, you swear. You catch your head in your hands with a defeated groan, not bothering to give him a response. You just had to be stuck with the most stressful one, even while growing up because sure, Jaehyun had the energy of eight toddlers in one body. Sure, Donghyun would suddenly hold you at gunpoint with questions about the universe and the solar system of which your middle school aged brain did not have the answers to. Sure, you’d get a heart attack trying to keep watch on Sanghyeok in case he pulled another flying stunt on the stairs and landed himself in the hospital again. But out of all the boys Han Dongmin was the one you’d always dreaded to babysit the most because—

“Noona,” he tries calling out to you as you continue to question your life choices while counting the crumbs on the table. “Noona? Hello? Can’t believe you’re gatekeeping your face from me after I called you pretty.”

—he’s always been way too blunt and brazen. To the point that even he manages to get under your thick skin.

“I still haven’t gotten a good enough answer as to why you six decided to hunt me down,” you nag him, diverting the conversation. “Do you plan on telling me now or wha—”

“Seonbae!”

Your interrogation gets interrupted by the arrival of a few of your female juniors, taking the liberty to sit around your table as well. Second years. Sophomores. They come to greet and congratulate you on your internship. You thank them with a smile and wait for the actual kicker— coming in the form of a whisper from the junior who grabbed a chair from the other booth to nudge herself next to you.

“Can…can you introduce me to the guy in front of you?”

You press your lips together to mask your amusement. You’ve got no reason to say no and stop a show from unfolding— and maybe you’d be able to get something to tease Han Dongmin with this time and finally instill some revenge— but once you finish your quick introductions and step back from the conversation, you’re pretty surprised to see the sudden 180 of his usual playful demeanor, and the sudden drop in his expression that you almost don’t recognize the man before you.

“Dongmin-ah,” your poor junior tries to test out his name.

“Just call me Taesan,” he suddenly corrects in a less than friendly tone. 

You try to look at Woonhak for an answer to this change in behavior, but he’s busied himself with a game on his phone because you’d been policing all his fun tonight (his accusation, not yours), and when you shift your attention back to the two, the atmosphere had become absolutely, incorrigibly frigid within the few seconds that you were looking away.

“Is it a nickname? What does it mean?”

“Nothing much.”

“Ah, well, then, what’s your major?”

“I’m undecided.”

“O—oh, uh, where— where did you get your jacket? It looks so cool!”

“My grandpa gave it to me before he passed away.”

You physically wince at that one. You’re pretty sure most of those are lies because last you heard his grandpa is very much alive and kicking, but damn. He’s an impenetrable shield. You peer at your left and notice your junior visibly getting red and embarrassed. You’d like to step in and save her from any more of this, but she’s just as determined as Dongmin— on opposite ends of the battlefield.

“What’s your IG user, Taesan-ah? Let’s follow each other!”

“I don’t do social media.” 

“Th–then— then, how about your num—”

“Seonbae,” Dongmin cuts her off. “I’m sorry, but I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I’m not interested in you.”

Holy shit, what is this kid doing?

The tension is palpable. You’re pretty sure the surrounding tables have caught a whiff of the back and forths as well because the diameter around you is weirdly quiet for a party. What’s worse is that he’s now looking at you as if you’re part of the conversation, staring at you with a glimmer in his eyes that’s all too familiar when he’s plotting to stir up some trouble— a tell that he never outgrew since was like six.

He smiles. It’s a targeted smile. He looks straight at you when he says, “Right, noona?”

“What?” you croak in alarm. “Why are you dragging me into this?”

“Don’t play dumb now.” You receive a nudge by the foot from underneath the table. You don’t need to duck and look under to figure out the culprit. “How can I be interested in anyone else when I already confessed to you. And four years later, you still haven’t replied.

To say that you’re bewildered right now is an understatement. “Dongmin, what are you— what…what?” All your intellect and you can’t even begin to formulate a response. He just saying this like he’s reciting the national anthem. He’s insane. 

And the way he’s looking at you right now tells you exactly that he finds your flabbergasted expression absolutely hilarious.

Dongmin lets out a huff and rests his arms on the table to lean forward, closing in the gap between you into barely half an arms length, all while doused in all the smugness of the world. “I don’t know about the other guys, but I came to see you with one goal in mind,” he says. And then, with the tilt of his head, continues, “Don’t you think it’s about time you give me a response, noona?”

A chorus of ooooh’s breaks out from all your surroundings. Your face is as hot as the sun, but what you’re currently feeling is incomparable to the sheer and visible mortification emanating from your junior. Woonhak starts to make gagging and barfing noises from the right of you. You’re far too taken aback to tell him off to do anything about it— to do anything about this, in general.

“Woonhak-ah, you might end up calling me brother-in-law one day, you know.”

“I’d rather die.”

To add onto the absurdity of it all, the remaining four start to make even more of a mess.

“Noona! Look over here! I can do a trick shot!”

“Hey, who vomited in the bathroom sink?!”

Which leads you to the very sound conclusion—

“I think…I think it’s time we all head home.”

Unfortunately for you, the night isn’t over yet. You still have to make sure your five non-blood-related idiots make it back home in one piece. 

Sungho is fortunately still mostly sober, so he assured you that he can walk Jaehyun back to their shared apartment that’s just within the same neighborhood. Sanghyeok and Donghyun live in the opposite direction from you, so book an Uber for them and watch as Sanghyeok tosses his passed out roommate into the backseat before waving you goodbye. “You owe us a meal for ghosting us, noona!”

“Go take a shower first, vomit breath!” you yell back, then turn to the remaining sheep in your herd the moment the car drives off. “And you?”

For your sake and his, you forget all the nonsense Han Dongmin was spewing earlier. He just wanted to get your junior off his tail that badly.

“I’ll walk you two home first,” he replies. “I didn’t drink so I can get home just fine. But you— tsk. Probably can’t say the same for you, noona.”

“You—” 

With a sharp inhale, you try to reach for his neck, but you realize you can’t give him a noogie anymore since he’s now a whole head taller than you. Dongmin notices what you were trying to do, and just as well notices that you’re annoyed because you no longer can. So, he dips his head down closer to your level. He provokes with that slight squint of his eyes that feign innocence, accompanied by the upturned corners of his lips.

You stare at him. You sigh. And then you push him back by the forehead using two fingers. 

“Quit acting smooth, you’re literally a toddler.”

Somehow, he makes no attempt to egg you further and settles with laughing alongside your strides across the street, fixing the bangs you messed up while his other arm latches around Woonhak’s shoulders. Your brother verbally protests and whines but makes no actual effort to shove him off as you make your way back to your apartment building. 

“Did you tell mom you’re staying over?” you ask Woonhal, climbing up the staircase to your floor. Your question, for some reason, causes him to stumble on the very last step, your eyes narrow at him.

This is suspicious. That much is apparent because he’s desperately trying to avoid your scrutinizing glare right now. Dongmin gives him a little nudge to answer before your patience runs out. Woonhak gulps. “Haha, well, she knows.”

Not good enough. “Kim Woonhak, what are you hiding?”

“W-w-well—”

He doesn’t need to finish replying because you get your answer in the form of a very familiar suitcase parked right in front of your apartment door. It has around a dozen keyrings and PopMart figures chained everywhere possible. Your head snaps at Woonhak. He immediately tries to shield himself with his arms.

“I didn’t get kicked out!” he loudly explains. “Mom and dad let me transfer to a high school in Seoul!’

They what?

Woonhak takes your lack of immediate response as an opportunity to continue squeaking out an explanation. “They—they said I could live with you while I study here and, uh—”

You can feel it— the blood rushing to your head, you can absolutely feel it. You try to close your eyes and take in deep breaths to keep it down but it’s no use. Despite all this, Woonhak continues digging his grave with caution.

“And I…I start school on Monday, so…haha…”

Yup. No use. Woonhak flinches when you move a step closer. Dongmin tries to calm you down with a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t get too angry—” But you smack his hand away and snap your eyes up at him. His smile twitches nervously. “Whoa, haha. Woonagi, your sister has gotten pretty scary.”

That sort of knocks you out of your temper. At least just a little bit. “I’m not angry,” you grit between your teeth. “Dongmin, go home. It’s getting late. And you.” You turn over to the guilt ridden Woonhak once more, completely avoiding eye contact with you with his hands behind his back. You sigh in an attempt to relax. “Get inside and unpack your things. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

my youth is free. © hannie-dul-set, 2025.

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Hmm i just had a thought about the recent fic w Arlecchino

What if she had a muzzle on w bunny suit🧐

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Breeding, size kink, reader has a cock/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: I'm ngl it's been several Arle fics now that idk which one you were on ab but it's okay gwenchana. Anyway you lot really want to breed her huh (same though)

Good luck convincing Arlecchino to wear a bunny suit actually HAHAHA

She'd do anything for you, really she will!!!! She's so dedicated to you—worshipping you in the same way a diety was meant to be worshipped—that it's actually scary for the both of you, how much of a hold you have on her. But she has some reservations about such a risqué bit of clothing 💀

Not like you blame her though, considering how it wasn't usually her style. Lucky for you, however, YOU get special treatment :3 all it takes is one look at the outfit, one look at her and some time and voila!!! She'll concede—hell, she might even surprise you :3

"You're.. you're sure, right? I know you were kinda against it at first—I feel bad if I ended up forcing you into something you-- mm."

A finger was on your lips, the gesture's message quite clear as your beloved spoke amidst your commanded silence, "I'm sure, yes. I admit I am.. apprehensive, but your longing gaze is more than enough to convince me to, ah.. experiment."

"Really..?"

"Yes. You do not take me for my word?"

"No, I do! It's just..." You huffed out a sigh as you gently took the hand on your lip and took it in your own, "I just don't want you to feel as if you were obligated to entertain my every whim."

You see her eyes soften at your concern and she squeezes your hand as a form of reassurance from your often-so-stoic lover, "You should know better than to believe I would ever compromise my own comfort for something like this."

"And besides," she continues, "surprisingly, I've come to enjoy being.. well, your prey of sorts. Perhaps the outfit may elevate the interest to another level, hm?"

You couldn't help but stare at her, boldness practically radiating off of your lover despite the position you both know she truly holds within the privacy of your bedroom walls. Such boldness prompted an imagined flash of images in your mind—blackened hands all tied up, drool escaping her lips within confining barriers, tears escaping as sinful noises of wet skin-to-skin impact echo along with her moans—and you feel something akin to a hot flash within your core.

Ever so observant, her eyes go half-lidded as she looks up at you, her grin a touch sharper than before, "I see that I have awakened your imagination."

"Maybe."

"You need not imagine it, my beloved." Her voice reduces itself to something of a low purr, "All you need to do is command me, and I will do whatever you wish."

"That's a dangerous promise to make."

"Coming from a dangerous woman such as I, I dare say it balances the scales."

I love dialogue lol anyway tell her to do so and she will do it ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ and next thing you know you're facing a woman much shorter than you've always known her to be, clad in such a revealing outfit and a muzzle to prevent her from biting so much. She had 'protested' against the latter at first, but you both know from the way that she so very easily accepted such a thing that she was all for the extra torture, not being able to make a mark on you (she forgets that her nails'll probably do the job for her anyway LMAO)

When she's laid out 'helplessly' on the bed as you tower over her, when you put your hand on the flat of her stomach and the both of you see the clear size difference, when you look at her and see so much anticipation and carnal lust practically glazing her eyes? Oh god the both of you KNOW you're not going out this room for a WHILE

She is COMPLETELY at your mercy—you can toy with her all you want, alternating between overstimulation and edging her with whatever is at your disposal until she can't take it anymore so she has to actually beg you to fuck her dumb and reduce all trains of thought into mush. She considers begging as below her, and yet she can't help but let out these reluctant pleas that only seem to gain a more.......willing quality with them in due time. Just make sure to torture her until her composure snaps, giving her her own sort of medicine and having her experience her very own mindbreak through overwhelming pleasure

To see this woman, who is so utterly feared to the point where crowds would part for her in fear that she would plunge her blackened hands into their chest and staining them red, cling to you and hump your cock like a bitch in heat is such a harrowing contrast.......but there is certainly that feeling of something more

Perhaps it's the fact that there was the urge to pin her down into a mating press and stuff her silly until she gets kids on her own ☺️ seeing her take all these children in at the Hearth and not having any herself.....why, for some reason you found yourself feeling like you just had to give her some children of her own. She seems to adore them, so whyever not ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Even as dazed-out as she is, she can see something change inside you as your objective goes from fucking her silly to something a lot more feral. Doesn't necessarily help that, yk, you have her in a bunny suit. And yk how bunnies just love to breed

As much as Arlecchino had tried to tell you to slow down for a brief moment, it's as if all noise has been blocked out from your senses, save for the sounds your lover makes and the sinfully wet noises that are produced as you piston into her again and again and again and again.

You roughly pushed her down into the matress, now damp and messy from a mixture of your bodily fluids, as you made sure to bottom out inside her as quickly as you drew back—the harsh assault on her hole had hit spots within her she didn't even realise you could hit, not to mention the force of your movements being more than enough to easily stretch her out and mold her insides to fit you and only you.

It was obvious that there was no way any mercy was going to be given to her. The Harbinger could only lay there and take everything you give her like some kind of fleshlight, the 'fight' within her long gone (if she even had some left in her to begin with).

God I need to separate these bc I can't just choose one thank yew bc both are very very very VERY good

If you had a dick:

You were so utterly determined to fill her and making sure your seed takes by the end of your session. If it meant basting her insides with white-hot cum and having it all stuffed inside her to the point where it has no where to go but out by force, then you'll cum inside her over and over again until you can't anymore.

And when your hand goes to press down on her abdomen, you can see the mixture of cum inside her practically spray out at the edges. She can't take it anymore, even she says so, and yet you can't help but wonder just why is her pussy still milking you as if her life depended on it?

Because she's greedy.

Because right now, no longer was she Arlecchino—she was your very own rabbit, hungry for your potent seed.

If you're using a strap:

You know of your limitations—without anything extra such as magical means, you cannot actually have her bare your children. But whyever would you let that stop you, especially when you had benefits that more than makes up for your lack of organic appendages?

If you had the real thing then you could stuff her silly until it takes (and even beyond that), but one can easily make up for it in other qualities such as size and shape.

And really, whatever's stopping you from filling her to the brim with artificial cum instead?

The world is your oyster, and Peruere was nothing but your very own porcelain fuckdoll at this point.

I need to breed her every which way idc if I don't have a dick, if there's a will there's a way

When she realises what you're trying to do, she can't help that sudden jolt that completely overtakes her—her hips practically shoot from the bed, pushing your cock in even deeper, before you push her back down while she lets out a silent scream. By GOD the fact you want to breed her, fill her, make sure a child of YOURS growing inside her, making a mark beyond just her skin.........oh it gets her going in ways she never would've fathomed before

By the end of your VERY long and productive session, it's VERY clear you've both fucked like rabbits from the mess all over the place and the liquid practically gushing from her abused hole. After everything, you finally take off her muzzle, only for you to lead her drool-coated mouth all the way down to the base of your cock to clean it up. She doesn't even protest either, easily taking it like a good girl and making sure that she does a good job in cleaning you up and finishing you off. All you need to do is plug her up properly, feeling all the cum stuffed inside her through the small pauch of her abdomen, where her womb is 🫶

"..I had known this was a possible outcome, and yet I cannot help but be surprised by your control, or lack thereof."

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as you rolled on your side, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me! You just looked so irresistible and before I knew it I just--"

"Don't take my words as a form of reprimand, darling." You feel her hands take your own from your face, her lips finally kissing them—you—after a long time of having it muzzled, "I enjoyed it. You are already aware of my.. likes and dislikes, especially when it comes to the rougher parts of the activity. I gave you control, and you willingly seized it."

"I guess..."

"And besides," she muses with a small smile on her face, "I am.. not necessarily opposed to the thought of it."

"Of what?"

"Getting bred."

A warm flush spreads through your cheeks as you gave her a light swat, "You! You are so shameless! What happened to being polite and cryptic?!"

"Do we really need such pleasantries by this point? Seeing that you were rather determined to take me all for yourself, after all..."

"Oh my god."

A deep laugh rumbles within her, the sound so rare and precious that you'd want to keep it all to yourself, and you can't help but laugh along with her as you bask in the afterglow. When your laughter settles down, the two of you end up with your legs tangled up together as you lay there in companionable silence.

Though eventually she decides to break it, "Shall I go and run us a bath?"

"You can stand after all that? Geez, seems like I did a bad job," you joked.

Arlecchino huffed out lightly with a smile, "No, you've rendered me utterly near-useless—a feeling that I don't usually enjoy. Yet the fact that I don't seem to mind it all that much should show that you are special to me."

You feel that heat in your cheeks again at the proclamation, "Archons, and when I aim to have you all sappy like that in public you don't even dare move a muscle."

"Time and place, dear. Time and place. Now," she questions again, "shall I run us a bath? We can take care of the mess later."

You nodded, "Mm, if you don't mind then. But can we take it together?"

You see her eyes crinkle, the glow that the red crosses within them softening like a tender flame, "Of course. I shall be back in a few moments, then."

She gets up, and you pride yourself for being the reason why your lover temporarily goes off balance from a sudden tremor in her legs before collecting yourself.. and you can't help but stare at the remaining cum staining the sides of the plug and the apex of her thighs as she walks off.

She doesn't take the plug off when you go and take the bath together. Wonder why 😋

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psa about blog stuff

so, i've been considering some stuff about how i want to treat my blog going forward, and i want to put it all down so that people know what to expect out of me! i'm not bored of rp or anything like that, i just want to be a bit more organized and straightforward with how i handle everything. so!

this blog will permanently run on a queue. i know some people perceive that as lazy idk but for me it helps preserve my sanity. if that isn't your thing that's fine i'm not gonna force you stick around, but just know that even if replies are queue'd, it doesn't mean i'm less interested in our plots. sometimes i'll post / answer stuff in real time still, but at least for threads, it's easier on me if it's in a queue. also, since i'm putting more focus into streaming starting next week, it helps keep activity rolling on my blog even when i'm not able to be around due to said streaming or my irl job

asks are the best way to interact with me. i'm always open to asks and usually answer those the fastest. you can spam me with as many as you like i don't care, i love asks. also: if i ever answer an ask you want to turn into a thread, do it. i love it. seriously. if we write a lot together or talk a lot, you can expect i'll probably send frequent asks your way too ( with your permission ofc )

i probably won't post starter calls anymore. so yeah, again, asks are gonna be the best way to start things w/ me. i'll like starter calls from mutuals tho if i see them

i will be prioritizing pre-established / plotted stuff over all else. it's easier for me to respond to. ofc i'll still happily do spontaneous things, it just might not be as quick. if we talk a lot ooc or chat / plot frequently, it's likely i'll reply to our stuff quicker. i give pretty much the same kind of energy i receive :> but i'm also clinically insane so FDLAKJGHD

i will also be prioritizing shorter threads as well. i'm talking 4-5 small paragraphs or less. long stuff drains me a lot. i'm not saying i won't do longer things, but just know you will be waiting longer for responses to those. i'm sure that won't be a problem but yanno, just in case, it's important to be transparent about that stuff. i LOVE my 3k word threads but also it might take me 3 weeks to respond to it LMAO

if i write a specific character you're interested in, just tell me. likewise, if there's a ship of any kind you want, ( romantic, platonic, family, enemies, etc. ) you can say it. i'm not gonna bite you i promise. ♥ actually, doing that helps me gauge your interest and helps give me ideas for how we can interact

i might trim down my follower count. nothing personal, but if there's been little to no engagement on my posts then i'll take it as a lack of interest and probably sb. you're always free to refollow if i made a mistake! i've never really? had to hardblock anyone? except for a couple of weirdos, but those were far and few in between. if i decide to trim my following, i'll make a post to gauge interest for who wants to stay

i'm pretty much gonna keep writing when i feel like writing and not pressure myself so i don't get burnt out.

i think??????? that covers just about everything i wanted to say. i'm gonna make a few posts throughout the night that will help with building up this blog but ye that's about where i'm at rn. i'm mostly doing this since i'm planning to push myself back to semi-fulltime streaming ( 3-4 nights a week ) and i wanna keep my blog activity rolling as well as remain engaged with my writing partners :>

[queenofbaws]

six sentence weekend...wrap-up??? for 2024, anyway ;P

hey friendos <3 as much as the inexorable march of time terrifies me, it is with a heavy heart i point out..............we're in the last leg of the year, and man. there are. some holidays a'comin. because of that (and a few other winterly obligations), i'm anticipating i probably won't be around much on the weekends for a hot minute 🥺

BUT!!! since i really, really love getting to do little drabbly request stuff during my downtime, i thought i might close out 2024 and start 2025 like this: opening my inbox, letting you guys throw some requests at me, and i'll just. do 'em when i do 'em. post a couple on the weekends here and there until i'm done.

if you're interested, i'm throwing a couple extra deets (and some potential prompt lists, oooooh) below the readmore!!! either way, as always, hope you're doing well out there <333

OTHER DETAILS, YOU SAY???

1. since i'm really going to be focusing most of my energy in the coming weeks on, like, surviving family thanksgiving. and other. horrifying. things. *widens eyes in usamerican politics* i'm probably not going to stick to SIX sentences specifically for these prompts, so i cannot and will not promise every fill will be, y'know. of equal length lmao maybe it'll be 6 sentences! maybe it'll be 7! maybe it'll be a page, i truly cannot say. PLEASE don't expect a fully fleshed out oneshot, however, these will still be on the shorter side!!!!!!!!!!!!!! reader beware, you're in for...an...unfair...number of...words.

oh god the seasonal madness is already taking hold.

2. if you'd like to read something i've posted here as part of these fills to ao3, feel free to let me know!!! i'm always happy to put stuff up there, i just typically use ao3 for longer things and tumblr for shorter ones, but i'm always, always, ALWAYS happy to oblige :)c and if you throw your ao3 username at me, i'm ALSO happy to gift you any work you've prompted yourself! <3

3. as always, i'd appreciate not getting requests for cl*mb*ng class or anything shippy involving travis h*ckett, jason k*lchek or gr*nthem du'm*t - anything NON-shippy is SO fine, totally a-okay, don't sweat that :P

4. truly cannot stress how slow i will likely be at these. i could very well still be filling stuff in, like, march, so know in advance i appreciate your patience hehe

5. stuff absolutely does NOT need to be holiday themed, please don't feel like you have to do that just because we're nearing the holiday season! if you ARE looking for inspo, tho, i've found a few prompt lists that look fun... ;)c just please be sure to include the entire prompt in your ask if you decide to pull from these lists - if you just say, like, "#14 for so-and-so" i won't know which list you're talking about 😔

LATE NIGHT DIALOGUE PROMPT LIST

THREE WORDS PROMPT LIST

DRUNKEN LOVE CONFESSIONS PROMPT LIST

aaaaaaaaand i think that's about it? uh, stay safe and have fun??? hehehe seriously tho, i hope these next few months treat us all kindly, and that we have some fun along the way <3

[april-17-rose]

Tom in da future? Tom in space?????

Lmao no he travels to the future!

This was actually going to be my cunt fest Fic but I did something else.

Here’s the first chapter below. It was suppose to be a one shot but I have an idea for a multi chapter fic . (We will see if I get there 😩) Hope you enjoy 😊 it’s not really edited 😩

The blood dripped onto the stone table as he squeezed his palm against the cursed blade. The crimson droplets seeped into the runes scratched into the surface.

His basilisk lifted her wide head from the ball she was coiled in. Then the chamber’s stone walls started to rumble.

“Fuck,” he huffed. All the castle’s occupants had to have felt that. Another rumble made him stumble forward laying his bloodied palm on the table.

Seek. Power. Fate. Time.

He watched as his blood filled the last rune.

Then everything went black.

He was awoken by a splash of water on his face. The chambers pathway flooded. He rose to stand grabbing his wand to dry his clothes and clear the path. His basilisk gone. Probably to seek shelter after the quake.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Another failed attempt. No matter, he will try again in a week.

Power needs to be sought, it's not thrust upon the weak.

Tom exited the chamber into the second floor girl’s lavatory. An annoying squeal greeted him.

“Tom! Is that you?! It’s been ages!” shrieked the annoying spectre.

“Miss Warren,” he managed to say before lifting his wand to hex her back into the toilet. He wasn’t in the mood for her babbling. He closed the chamber and started to walk to the Head’s dorm.

“Twenty points from Slytherin, out past curfew,” said an unfamiliar male voice. Tom quickly turned around, wand raised. The boy was slightly shorter than him, with long blonde hair that passed his ear. How improper. He would have known he was a Gryffindor without the blindly bright red and gold scarf strangling his neck. They had no sense of decorum at all. The boy looked surprised before he also raised his wand.

“Put your wand down, are you insane! Fifty points from Slytherin, attempting to curse the Head Boy!”

The boy’s hand shook against his wand. Tom narrowed his eyes.

“Is this some type of prank?” Tom asked with a sneer. “I’m not the one to fool around with.”

“What are you on about?” asked the blonde.

“I’m Head Boy,” answered Tom. Promising himself that a curse would be the next word leaving his lips.

“No, I am.”

“Petrificus Totalus.” The boy was struck before he could shield himself, falling to his side. Tom levitated him to a broom closet, oblivated him then shut the door behind him.

He was on the last step to the dungeons when he was once again interrupted.

“Hello.”

Tom turned around and was met by a woman. Chestnut curls falling against her shoulders. Her attire was pristine robes slightly opened in the front to show the clothes that she wore underneath. They hugged her curves hiding nothing from the imagination. Must be another Gryffindor even the staff had no propriety. But…he’s never seen this woman in his nearly seven years at Hogwarts, as a matter of fact he had never seen that boy either.

“Hello,” he answered back, reaching for his wand. The woman smiled and with a flick of her wrist his wand flew to her.

“Wh–”

“Were you about to duel the Headmistress? Very confident. Aren’t you Mr. Riddle?”

“Who are you?”

“Oh, was I not clear? I’m the Headmistress,” she said smugly with her chin raised.

“There’s not a Headmistress, only a Headmaster,” replied Tom.

“Maybe in 1944,” the woman said with a too sweet smile.

“Is…are we not…what year is it?”

“Come with me to my office.”

“No.” The woman bit at her lip suppressing a smile. Tom decided he hated her. How dare she mock—maybe he should go with her. She seems helpful. He took a few long strides to reach her. She craned her neck to look at his eyes. She’s not so tough now that he is this close. She’s quite small. She’s also not unattractive. He’s definitely fucked better. Her lips pouted and his eyes hooded at the plump flesh of them. They’d definitely look even better circling his—

“This way,” she said, passing him by and walking back up the stairs, his legs automatically following her.

His eyes watched her form as she walked. ‘Too much hair,’ he thought and heard what sounded like a scoff from ahead.

When they got to the Headmistress’ office she offered him the seat across from her and walked around the desk to sit at hers.

Then the fog lifted.

“How did I? You—You imperio’d me!” he shouted pointing a finger at the woman.

“It’s such a joy to know that you have always been dramatic,” she answered before she cast a Patronus, a lively otter came from her wand flouncing around the office before she whispered to it.

“Come to my office. There’s something you need to see.” The otter then floated off.

“My name is Hermione Granger. I’m the Headmistress of Hogwarts, as you should know by now. And to answer your question from earlier the year is 2008.” She then entwined her fingers together and rested her chin against them.

“The future… the ritual worked,” he muttered to himself. The temperature then dropped and a window blew open by a thick gust of black smoke. It floated between him and the Headmistress and started to form a silhouette of a man, his back to Tom. When the form was complete he spoke to the woman. His tone irritated.

“You have all your clothes on?”

“I’m at work, of course I do.”

“You told me there’s something I needed to see. Hermione, I left a meeting with MACUSA for this.”

The woman shook her head and laughed. “You left an official meeting because you thought I was naked?”

“No. I left an official meeting because I thought you were naked and that meant I could have you sucking my cock before I had to deal with the Americans even more than I’ve been forced to.”

“Minister, you can’t skip out on meetings to get your cock wet.”

“The minister of magic can do whatever he wants, and right now he wants those lips around his cock. Come now, it’s your own fault for summoning me here. And now you're using my honorific knowing damn well what that does to me. Hurry, can’t have MACUSA waiting or better yet, I’ll bring you with me and you can suck me off under the desk like last time.”

“Are you done?”

“Hermione, darling. You will know when I’m done. I can promise you that— and with this attitude your giving me I might have to tell the Americans to fuck off.”

The witch then sighed and pointed to Tom. The man turned around and Tom’s eyes widened. The man mirrored his expression exactly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The man said coldly, the teasing lilt of his voice gone.

“Tom, that’s no way to talk to a student.”

Tom.

“You’re me. But you– if it’s 2008 I would … I mean you should be eighty-two years old and you look to be the same age as her.”

“It’s because I am. I was afraid this would happen. The first time I did the ritual it led me to 1997. I have no clue why you are here but have stopped questioning time because she’s a fickle bitch. I’m assuming you have been led to this point in time because of the power I’m about to gain from a merger with MACUSA. That’s what I wanted to see if I remember. When I would have complete control of the wizarding world. But in order to get here I need to send you to 1997 so you can acquire an insufferable little witch. She’s stubborn and it will take work to get her on our side but she’s integral to us gaining the power we need.” The man leaned down and said, “she also sucks a cock like no other. Worth leaving a meeting for MACUSA for,” he said with a wink.

The man straightened up. “Seeing as I don’t remember this I’m going to Oblivate you and send you where you need to be”

“But I have questions.”

“And I don’t have time for them. Goodbye young Tom. Any words of encouragement, dear?”

“Try not to be a complete asshole to the girl… it will make her like you better.”

“Don’t listen to that, she likes it when you’re an asshole. Trust me.”

[alltimefail-sims]

I present to you all... Wren's family!

Are you reading The Familiar by @mangosimoothie? You should be reading The Familiar by mangosimoothie and rooting for my baby Wren. (I'm mostly kidding - rooting for Wren is optional, but reading the Familiar is not 😉.)

This was probably self indulgent, and I definitely spent way too much time making them, but even if no one else cares... I'm pleased! I've been wanting to do this for way too long! First we have Wren's father, Dr. Abdou Opara and Wren's mother, Dr. Latita Opara (née Wiley). Then we have Wren's siblings Kingston and Angelique.

Want more info on them or to see their full-body outfits? Fear not...

Many details below the cut! ↓

If you read Wren's original post you already know that Abdou, Wren's father, is a retired engineer and tech investor while his wife, Latita, is the current and very popular mayor of San Myshuno. But I didn't really get to go into detail about Wren's siblings so I'm gonna do that real quick!!

Wren's oldest sibling, Kinston (30 y.o.), has a doctorate from Foxbury in biology, but he was also the captain of the robotics team and has a passion for engineering just like his father. After graduation he combined his two passions and created a bio-tech company that focuses on creating innovations and improvements in the medical field, particularly for surgical procedures and daily disability maneuverability and pain management. Wren thinks he's an absolutely insufferable ego-maniac, but they're not a completely reliable narrator because Kingston's just kind of a nerd with a little bit of a superiority complex (oldest child syndrome), but Wren's parents have always lifted up Kingston as the example and that's annoying as fuck! Oh and if Latita has a favorite child, it's Kingston (she's never proclaimed a favorite out loud but like... it's pretty clear).

Then there's the Opara's middle child, Angelique (27 y.o.), who I promise does not just walk around in pageant crowns and evening gowns (although that would be iconic imo). Although a middle child, Angelique has never had to fight for attention and is Abdou's clear favorite (again he's never said it out loud but like... he's even more obvious). She has a distinguished psychology degree with honors from Foxbury Institute and graduated at the top of her class. The reason she's dressed in pageant-wear is because she recently won the title of Miss America (whatever the sims equivalent is called). She'll be competing for Miss Universe next because she's a bad bitch ig? Lmao. She just is very competitive. Wren thinks Angelique is generally less insufferable than Kingston, but the two of them in a room together is like nails on a chalkboard to Wren. Wren and Angelique are a little closer, but "close" as in like... they get along okay, they'll pick up *if* the other calls, and she nags Wren the least of any of their family members (but that's just because she "has better things to do"). That being said, she does call Wren "baby Wren" which drives them nuts (but she's being affectionate in her own way).

*Fun fact: all of the Oparas are Foxbury alum except for our dear Wren and they never hear the end of it!

*Also a fun fact but, needless to say, Wren's mom doesn't want to end her political career as a mayor: she's working her way up the political ladder to the presidential candidacy, babyyyyy!!! On the flip-side, Abdou has always been a strict parent who cares about "legacy" and that's why they're so anal about protecting the family's public image and why they're especially hard on Wren who thinks all of those things are kind of bullshit.

FINALLY, I do want to note that I didn't include one *technical* family member, Kingston's college sweetheart and fiancé Kasi who Wren actually enjoys being around and thinks is way out of their brother's league.

Anyway okay I'm done now here they are side-by-side as promised:

Irl I imagine their heights to vary (with Wren being taller than their mom but shorter than everyone else) but I was too lazy to use a height slider.

Okay NOW I'm done for real lmao byeeeeeeee

[a41-i-finally-caved]

Hi! I just finished reading WTK and I just wanted to say I’m kinda floored. You and a few fic writers have some of the best characterizations of JJ I have seen in this fandom and I’m gonna miss waiting on updates from you!

Just wanted to say thank you for writing such a story because I’ve been following of for only the past few months but boy was it great.

Also had a question and I know you just finished a long fic and probably don’t have plans of another long project anytime soon, but I was wondering if you would ever write for Kie/Sarah. Some of your throw away lines in this fic made me think of the ship and would love to see your take on the girls!

Ahhh thanks man!! I'm glad you enjoyed coming along for the ride :)

My next long project is probably going to be something original, but I've been trying to finish up some shorter fics while I'm still in the planning phase lmao. I'm definitely not opposed to writing some Kie/Sarah if and when the inspiration hits. It'd probably be connected into my No Pogue-On-Pogue Macking fic, set during Kie's Kook year, cover the first messy bit of emotions between them, then the way their own fears scatter it apart in time for S1. Maybe with some extra resolution for them (and the Js) in a later Poguelandia fic??? Idk but I have at least one scene from that piece drafted out.

OR... if I pull the supernatural AU back out, I could def see working Sarah/Kie in there. That would be both cute as hell and way more lighthearted lmao

So yeah, no promises on the timing, but if you're sticking with the fandom, I'll probably get something out there :)

[shylyobscene]

Quick message for the people who are following my fics about updates, what i’m working on next, etc ❤️

just so u guys know updates from me are gonna be slowing down a bit! i have plans/trips over the next couple months that are gonna be splitting my time :) i don’t have a strict uploading schedule anyway and i will still be updating my works over this period, i just can’t promise it’ll be every couple weeks like i had been doing lol

On butterfly caught:

next update from me will likely be a butterfly caught chapter. hoping to have it up and running soon! part of the reason it’s taking so long is because i actually ended up scrapping almost the entire outline i had for the second chapter lol. it wasn’t BAD, but it was mostly just set up for porn…except i ended up deciding that i actually wanted quite a bit of plot too. unfortunately my previous outline didn’t leave me a lot of wiggle room for character development or conflict 😭 needless to say, it took some time for me to figure out an entirely new direction for the fic while trying to write myself out of the hole i put myself in lol.

the very, VERY good news is that i think i succeeded!the outline for the next chapter of butterfly caught is, imo, 10x more engaging and 10x more sexy and 10x more true to the tone of the first chapter. and i am very excited about it!!

the other news is that i don’t know that it’ll necessary be done in just two chapters anymore lmao. i’m probably going to have to split it up. won’t be as long as ioft and i can’t say exactly how many more chapters it’ll be (maybe 3 or 4 total?? no clue), but uh….she’s gonna be a little longer than either of us anticipated, because i’m incapable of keeping things succinct.

planning to read through ch1 and edit it a bit (shouldn’t be anything that warrants a reread but i’ll lyk if that changes) then on to the next chapter ✨✨ sooo excited to get that out into the world!

On If Only for Tonight:

i just hit 100 kudos for this fic on ao3 🥹❤️ THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! that is such a huge number considering how niche my subject of choice is (lol) and the fact that it has only been 2 months since i started uploading for that fic.

when i started posting a couple months ago i thought no one would be interesting in any of my stuff. i’ve been reading fics for so long and this is my first serious go at writing anything. all the kindness and support i’ve received means the world 🥹

don’t know when i’ll have the next chapter for ioft ready since i’m working on my other fic a little BUT we’re starting to get to the chapters i am really really excited about hehe.

hoping to be able to upload at least monthly for ioft, if not more often because i just personally love this fic lol.

final thoughts:

just so you guys know, i’ve got like a million different ideas knocking around in my head. so so excited to reveal all of the juicy little morsels i’ve got cooking up in my head 😈 im trying to get butterfly caught finished (or close to finished) before i start working on anything else though, since i anticipate it’ll be the shorter of my two works…and so that i don’t end up drowning myself in wips lol.

anywho thank you SO MUCH to everyone who has left me comments and kudos and who has taken the time to read my fics :’) i adore all of you and want to put you all in my pocket and carry you around with me forever ugh!!

[nikatyler]

Zeph 1.0

oh?

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I love this little shit

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I accidentally threw a bomb at Gale...the one time I take him out with the party and I murder him right away

I'm sorry Gale I love you actually I really do 💀💀

"I threw" no actually it was my boyfriend, I'm innocent 😇 not like I'm controlling him or anything 😇

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magic delulu besties, yay!

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SHUT UP IS HE PROPOSING WHAT I THINK HE'S PROPOSING

I mean...

dsflakjasdklhgfjghadkfl

the giggle i just let out was not human

Oh lord

OH

So that's the bear scene I'm hearing so much about

Well that was. Something

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welp what a night for Zeph because guess what they're bloodless too, good for them

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sounds about right

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Oh. Didn't have this combat the first time around here. Yay. I'm stressed :D

Yay family, what a lovely bunch they are :D

For real though I thought they would kidnap him, I was so worried I'd screw this combat 😂 I just wanna mess around the city before I get to the bigger quests (and also, yes, the battle with a certain evil vampire scares me, I didn't do well there before my big reload 💀)

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oh god here we go again, should i do it for the achievement

this might be the worst thing i have ever done but let's go i guess. zeph i don't know how you're going to face your boyfriend tomorrow but that's a problem for future you 💀

pause i'm gonna go get dinner 💀💀

JFJFKFKFKDKSKKFNFJF WHATHEFUCK

not gonna lie i expected more people have done it 💀

teehee anywayyyy moving on from that back to this

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i made four new besties

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such a dramatic moment and all I can think about is that old "what are those?!" vine

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who gave this game the right to hurt me so much 🥹

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alright i took a break but now i think it's time to try and face cazabitch again. that combat was not going well for me at all before my big big reload but i think i learned a thing or two 💀

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a good luck kiss before we go get absolutely fucked up :D yay :D

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I'm stalling so bad lmao I don't wanna do this. If it wasn't for me getting stupid attached I would've been done by now for sure. 💀

What if I went to play Minecraft now. hole works need to continue you know

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Fucking hell this quest is actually giving me so much anxiety I don't want him to get hurt but I'm hurting just knowing we're near

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place your bets how many times i'm gonna have to reload

well first off i'm taking a break to do some duolingo because i'm not losing my 299 day streak

yes stalling again

wowie 300

besties i'm eepy i might go to bed

I already knew what was coming (the lines said) but phew. This is heavy. Think I'll actually leave the fight for tomorrow though

I did not leave the fight for tomorrow and I failed. Although I think I did better than before, I'm gonna crack this eventually (if not, I'll cry and you'll hear about it)

I may be stupid

Why did I not think of that dammit. If I wasn't so tired I'd go back to my computer now 😭

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LETS FUCKING GO EAT SHIT YOU EVIL ASS VAMPIRE BITCH THAT'S RIGHT YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE MY BOY ALONE FUCK YOU

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rip me i died dead

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That was intense oh my god

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same Karlach, same. smoochies

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and what if my stuck-at-the-age-of-13 brain picked option 3 (I won't, but what if)

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how i feel after this playing session

Jokes and silly aside, this was actually so good. Oh my god I would never shut up about this if I had the words. This did something to me for real

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Shorter playing session today but I hit 200 hours 🫣 I don't have a problem, no no, not at all 🫣

And still not done with my first run 😂

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Yesterday I was like "okay, I'll leave this combat for tomorrow, it'll probably take me ages to get through" and then I was done in 5 minutes? Maybe I'm getting good at this game idk

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Karlach 😭😭😭😭😭

I promise in my next run I'll fix you 😭😭😭

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SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP YOU'RE NOT DYING I WON'T LET YOU I JUST WON'T

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I promise in my next run I'll fix you 😭😭😭Duuude this combat is getting way too easy for me 😗 I should choose a higher difficulty in my second run. I didn't expect I'd get a hang of it

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babyyyy ♥

yeah yeah she's a badass warrior and all but she's also baby

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gjkldfjlkdf what

👁️👄👁️

👁️🫦👁️

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bedfellows? we can be too? interesting choice of words 🤨

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I can't be watching this before lunch or ever actually 👁️👄👁️

This game is wild

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I love it when I cast a spell and so many things go unexpectedly boom and my laptop lags more than usual

Like the lag is bad. But it's a sign that the boom was excellent

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i don't want to finish this game i want it to go on forever 😭

i'm acting like i'm not gonna immediately start a new run when i'm done but still

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I was doing the house of hope yesterday btw 🤭

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Okay I feel a little less sad now because I'm thinking of things I'll do differently in the next run and I'm excited but what kind of character do I play with 🤔

I'm really leaning towards bg3-ifying Ross but I still dunno what class I want him to be. Race even. I'm not sure if I want him to be a human here 🤔 half elf I could see but my current tav is a half elf…hmm. Full elf mayhaps? Dunno. I think that could work for him maybe

I might pull out that long ass dnd test and answer it in character for him to help me figure it out lol, work's slow today anyway

Welp I have figured out already that Zeph is a lot like Ross but so much nicer and without the whole "I was a dirty cheater in my late teens and dated half my high school" thing 💀

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[foreveralwaysanauthor]

It's finally done! After a month of writing resulting in 52 pages that I still have yet to edit, I'm almost certain it was worth exacerbating the potential carpal tunnel in my dominant wrist lmao! Honestly, though, 52 pages for a one-shot feels like some sort of fever dream, and I feel like I'll wake up in the morning to see that I still have another nine pages to write this morning. It feels ridiculous, in a way, considering I've done more in a shorter span, but I've taken a lot of time to think this out and make sure I had everything lined up in my timeline of events and that everything felt as realistic as possible, so I'm not worried about it all that much. I also took the chance to relax and play games in some of my down time, which I definitely needed. However, when I look at the now-finished beast of a one-shot, I very much feel like Mrs Doubtfire when she flips off that guy from the window. Like, yeah, I'll get to it eventually, but not now! I already wrote four pages this morning and I'm mentally exhausted already. For now, I'm going to relax and watch some 60s sitcoms for my next project (something I sort of hint at in this one-shot 😉). I'll probably have the one-shot done and up by the end of the week, so keep an eye out! But until then, I'll leave you with a few little notes I have for what's to come in this one-shot!

This particular song. And this one. But I can't forget about this specific version of this song either! (Side note: I've loved the last guy's channel for years and have cried more than once since his faithful companion, Maple, passed away, but his rendition of this song was too good not to use!)

Tumblr keeps having issues with the links, but Isabella Flores' TikTok (isabella.flores_) is exactly how I imagine a certain someone's TikTok would look - the video below especially! However, this has little to do with the actual story; it's just a fun idea that came to me in my endless scrolling while taking a break from writing.

This video, on the other hand, does have something to do with the story despite not showing the full product.

This scene is definitely important, for what may or may not be obvious reasons based on things I’ve mentioned offhandedly in other stories 👀

Finally, I give you a few words that tie into the story that will make sense later on, I promise: Nicknames, solitude, secrets, a cornered animal, forgiveness, and discoveries.

I'm pretty sure this has given you a myriad of ideas, but what do you think this one-shot will entail? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[andromedaexists]

WUPDATE: Incorrect Eyes

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙵𝚎𝚋. 𝟽𝚝𝚑 || 𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝟷

Another on time Wupdate!! Hell yeah!!

Today I come bearing exciting news: I am nearly finished with the first re-draft of this story!! I should have it done by tomorrow at the latest, and though I was originally going to wait till the end of draft 2 to send it to betas I think I'm gonna send in now. I've gotten to a point where I need eyes on the text that aren't mine and aren't disembodied hallucinations from the text lmao, so we're going to send it to see what other's think.

Mostly that's because of how this text came about. I wrote Incorrect Eyes as a short story, so adding material to it and expanding on it has me.... in a pickle. I want to stay true to the timeline of the original short story but there needs to be more to make it to 20k words and a novella status

So off to betas at the end of the week it is! Imma get their thoughts on the new inclusions and whether I can squeeze some more in there or if I should keep it shorter!

Right now we're at 6k words, with an anticipated end of 10k words by the time I sent the draft. The end goal is 20k, but doubling word count is much easier than bulking it up by a factor of 5 [i'm going from 1.7k ish in the original to 10k]

I'm also thinking of working with an artist to make this an illustrated work, though I'm not sure I've found someone with the right sketchy vibe yet. Looking for someone who creates messy, sketchy, disorganized art in a highly curated and specific way is hard lmao.

Once I hand this draft off to betas, I'm going to pivot to Desecrate. This will help me not stress while they all read, so expect next week's wupdate to be about Kit and Adonai and how their story has evolved into a whole new beast!

Anyways, here's the snippie for this week:

Every person I approach on the street looks at me in fear before rushing away, herding their children in clothes nicer than I’ve ever owned away from me. That’s fair, I suppose. It takes me walking two blocks down to find someone, anyone, who will tell me the time and I don’t believe them. It can’t be 3 AM, I refuse to believe it. I left the study room a little after 1, there’s no what I spent two fucking hours navigating the aisle of books. But when they show me the screen of their phone, that’s exactly what it says. 3:05 AM. More importantly, though, is the date shown just below the large numbers. Sunday, December 25th. Christmas. Fuck, I missed midnight mass. I was supposed to go with Momma, she’s probably worried sick. My hand twitches at my side, itching to dig into my pocket and check my notifications. I will have to call her when I get back to the library, explain to her why I missed mass on tonight of all nights after promising her I would be there. She’ll understand, I hope. Then again she’ll probably just tell me what my therapist told me before I stopped going. I shove the thought of my mother to the back of my mind as I thank the stranger and continue walking down the block.

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[cyncerity]

hi everyone! little bit of an update!!

to those of you waiting for the next part in the store shifter au: it’s almost done, i swear.

the rest of this is a lengthy explanation cause y’all know me, i can’t write something short. tldr will be bolded at the bottom if you don’t wanna read all this.

i wanna explain something real quick: in my early years of middle school, i was into creepypasta, which pipelined into Marble Hornets, which pipelined into a ton of other slenderverse series. If you don’t know what that is, it’s an ARG with an emphasis on characters being stalked or hunted by Slenderman. All of them are really really good in their own way and do interesting things with not only Slendy, but adding their own new big bad’s and lore and i’d highly recommend watching one if you haven’t yet. (i may make a separate post about which you should watch based on what kind of content you most enjoy cause i really want to indoctrinate more people into this)

My favorite slenderverse at the time had a very big emphasis on early November, specifically November 11th. So i started to have a little tradition of watching those videos every November 11th even after the hyperfixation had faded just for a bit of nostalgia.

Fast forward to now- it has snowballed to the point where every year for over half a decade now, November 11th rolls around and I am thrown violently headfirst back into my slenderverse phase. I cannot control it. I’ll be like “ok this year i’ll be normal about it, after this long, surely watching one video won’t spiral me again” and it always fucking does. No other hyperfixation i’ve ever had has functioned on a calendar cycle so idk wtf this is. This is the 6th year of this. I cannot escape.

So yeah, per how it’s been since middle school, November-January my main hyperfixation will be slenderverse. It could be shorter, it could be longer, but that’s the general pattern i’ve noticed over the years. After that i’ll pretty much be back to normal.

Don’t get me wrong, i’m not taking a 3 month hiatus or anything. I promise i will do my best to get the store shifter au part out before fucking 2024. But if you’ve sent me an ask recently and i’ve ignored it, i’m genuinely so sorry, but i can’t force myself to work on new stuff right now when mcyt g/t isn’t my main interest. I’ll do my best to get to it eventually when the hyperfixation comes back a bit more, i do read and process and think about every single ask i receive and it always makes my day when i get a new ask, but yeah. For the next few months i’m probably only gonna be working on and posting stuff that’s been in the works, are from asks that we’re given to me like a year ago and already have wips in progress to answer them, or art that i just haven’t given you yet.

on the other hand, if you’re reading this and you like creepypasta or slenderverse stuff, i’ve created what i think is literally my 5th fucking blog! @cynningly <-i’ve been spamming this for like 4 days cause i refuse to be normal about slenderverse stuff, but follow there if you want horror stuff and so far just a bunch of really shitty edits of internet arg sexyman villains. Also yes all of my blogs have to have “cyn” in the name somewhere, that’s how you can tell it’s me lmao

tldr:

my hyperfixations switched up again, im really into slenderverse (slenderman-centric args) at the moment and likely will be till January. This is a cycle that’s been going on for years now. made an alt for it -> @cynningly

I will still be working to post mcyt g/t stuff, but only stuff that’s a wip or has been in the works for a while. to anyone who has sent an ask recently: sorry, but i can’t take on making new stuff when my focus isn’t purely on mcyt rn. I will do my best to get to it eventually and if you’re one of the people who’s sent a story request or ask recently i truly, truly appreciate it. y’all make my day. but, yeah, that’s what’s going on with me lol

[healersonly]

I'd really hoped to have time to do a couple quests this weekend, but it looks like I won't be able to do much. C'est le vie, ig. Next weekend is a long weekend, though. Maybe I'll have more time, then.

Let's use up my resin, and then we'll see if I have a little time left.

Starting with three rounds of talent books for Neuvilette, to finish off the event. It's nice to fight something besides slimes.

My leylines finally appeared in Fontaine lmao. So since I'm working on a Fontaine character, I'm going to farm Fontaine leylines instead of Mondstadt.

Cursed how many of these leylines are the water droplet monsters. Not as bad to beat as I expected, though - probably because of the Dehya/Yao Yao burgeon combo.

But I did manage to get some drops for both Neuvilette and Lynette, too, just from leylines.

Ok, there's all my resin. Found I have enough drops for Neuvilette's weapon, so I won't need to farm weapon mats. Just needed enough gold to level it.

I currently have him on Thrilling Tales (lol) because that's the only weapon I have with HP substat. Which is more valuable than crit dmg at this level. I'll probably end up swapping him once I'm high enough to farm decent artifacts.

So since his weapon's done, I'll focus on his ascension, his talents, and leylines to finish leveling Kaeya as well as him.

I do have a little time! So I'm going to start Klee's story quest.

The fact that the answer is a literal child is still hilarious.

I stg the NPCs voiced by major characters throws me off every time.

Why do they call him Six-Fingered if he has the normal amount of fingers?

Only in Mondstadt.

And there she is!!! Let's go explode a whole mountain.

Very subtle, Klee.

Mr. Fluffball lmao.

Obviously goes without saying that I can't use Klee for this domain. Between Yao Yao and Dehya, though, I shouldn't have trouble completing anything here.

Ngl. Mr. Fluffball is kinda cute.

No, he did. Promise.

Yeah, explosions make every festival better, right??? lmao.

That quest was a lot shorter than I was expecting! I had just the right amount of time for it.

[kerizaret]

hihi :3 it's me again! as i write this it is creeping up on 2 am lol. lmao even

i've been waiting for the cast list for my school musical for two days now :') she said it would be out friday (it was already late) and both friday and saturday have passed with no word. i'd probably be more forgiving if she even just sent a message saying it was going to be delayed but literally nothing </3

in other news today i went to an arcade for the first time :o it was really fun!! i got overstimulated tho bc it was so loud and there were so many flashing lights :( next time i think i'll wear my earbuds

hmm uhhhh i. can't think of anything else. it's so late im so tired GDJDHDHF sorry this is shorter than usual </3 goodbye for now!! when the cast list actually drops i promise i will update you LOL

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PLS REMEMBER TO GET ENOIGH SLEEP ANON🎹 🥹

Ahugghh I'm late to answer this so I hope the list dropped by now!!! Fingers crossed still 🫡

And aughh I knowww arcades are v fun! I went for the first time some time ago too, it was a v fun experience.. but yeah there is a Lot happening there so it'd importsnt to be prepared if it's smth difficult for you! Take care of uourself <3

Dw I am also Busy with exam season starting now so not much is rly happening. It's not like you have to tell Mr eveyrhtijg abt your life all the time haha <33 messages are nice either way