#it's inspired by the elements of insanity ✨

[roze-moonie-x21]

WHO LET BILLIE AND Z REVIVE HIM IN 3:00 AM WITH THE GAY ROCKS?????????????

[ireadwithmyears]

even if it’s handcuffed, I’m leaving here with you.

Pairing: Commander Fox/fem Reader

Word count: 4.7K

Tags/warnings, smut (18+: (miners DNI) dumb decisions, they turn out alright, slight exhibitionism (they fuck in the back of 79’s and Fox enjoys the idea of being overheard), oral (F receiving), fingering, light bondage, spanking, but like only one, unprotected P in V sex, dom/sub elements, biting/marking (it’s Fox, what do you expect)

Summary: Fox hasn’t been giving you the attention you’ve been craving. The way in which you go about fixing that is highly questionable, but ultimately, a resounding success.

Note: yes, this was 100% inspired by a specific lyric in I’mgonnagetyoubac by Taylor Swift, referred to in the title. I heard it, went Fox bby c’mere I need to do something with this, and this is the end result, which I hope is enjoyable. Also, do these characters have communication issues that they probably should acknowledge and talk through? Probably. Are we not going to acknowledge any of that here for the sake of✨minimal plot✨ yes.

“This, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, is one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had.”

To be fair, your best friend is saying this all while she downs a shot, barely containing her smirk behind the glass. She’s already given her rather enthusiastic consent to this idea that she has just declared is stupid

Because that’s what best friends do. 

Look, you have to agree, the idea sounds completely outlandish and lacks any sound logic whatsoever, not to mention, there’s no guarantee that it’ll even work. But, lounging around a table at a bar on Coruscant’s Clubbing scene, and with your ride or die best friend perched across from you to egg on your delusions, it starts to sound not as crazy as it had initially sounded when you had first spoke the words aloud.

In theory, the idea is straightforward and simple enough. 

Start a fight at the clone bar while Fox is on duty so that you can actually get him alone for more than two minutes.

You’re aware, somewhere in the back of your mind, that these are rather drastic measures for you to take just to get your boyfriend to notice you. But, with your rationalizing, alcohol emboldening you, and your friends immediate agreement to help without hesitation, this idea starts to seem not only reasonable, but solid.

Listen, if you were able to be a normal, sensible couple, and you could just do something like, you know, talk to Fox, you would.

The problem is, though, that Fox has been making that very difficult.

Being the marshal commander of the Coruscant guard carries a lot of weight and responsibilities, you get that. You really, really do. But, when he rarely makes it home most nights because he’s fallen asleep at his desk from overworking himself, and you can count the amount of times he’s touched you over the past two weeks on one hand, you’re starting to go a little bit insane.

Okay, so, you’re horny and so desperate for his attention that you’re willing to do something completely unreasonable, not to mention a little bit illegal, to get it. So what.

*

The plan, for all of its complete lack of sense and sound judgment, goes a little too perfectly.

The guard often sends some of their own out on patrols during 79’s busiest nights to keep order and ensure that there are no inter-battalion style brawls. 

You have Fox’s schedule memorized. So, you wait until you know he’s set to make his rounds, pick a table that is clearly within his eyeline, and then, minutes after he shows up, give your friend the subtle signal.

It starts with raised voices, shouted accusations and glaring until you know you’ve peaked his interest. Even through the tint of his visor, you can practically feel his eyes on you from across the room. 

Once you’re sure his eyes are securely glued on you, you allow high school drama and improv skills to take over, letting the fight escalate into something physical.

It’s hard, knowing that your friend is about to take the brunt of this for you, and your equal parts appreciative, and a little bit terrified, that she’s letting you launch yourself at her. But, you think to console yourself, you had practised this. How to make it look convincing, just good enough that it draws the attention of the cori’s, while also inflicting minimal damage because due to the fact that you don’t want your friend to get in heat for this too, making yourself the clear instigator, she’s only dodging, refusing to hit back.

When the thud of boots and the crackle of voices through helmet speakers come, barking gruff orders to break it up, you’re more than a little relieved. 

Even with his bucket still on, it’s easy for you to identify that it’s him. Him who pulls you off of her, none too gently. Him, whose rough, gloved fingers enclose around your wrists, smoothly pinning them behind your back before you can even blink and fuck, why was that so hot? Him, who, for a brief moment, you feel the cold and unforgiving plastoid of his chest plate digging as he presses flush against you, voice a low, displeased rumble as he addresses you, voice too quiet for anyone else to hear.

“You know, princess,” he mutters darkly, giving your wrists a squeeze. “If you wanted tonight to end with me locking binders around those pretty wrists of yours, there was no need to go to all of this trouble.”

He knew. 

Somehow, he’s figured out exactly what you were doing within seconds and for some reason, this only intensifies the thrill that runs through your body and causes your thighs to clench.

You’re not given time to ruminate on this, though, barely catch the subtle wink that your friend gives you before another member of the guard blocks your view of her as he kneels down to check on her. Fox, reflexes lightning fast, spins you around and immediately begins to usher you towards the back of the establishment, giving the other guard member on duty, you think it might be Thorn, a curt nod to acknowledge that he can handle this on his own.

Your led away to the sounds of low whistles, and many identical sets of brown eyes peering at you interestedly as Fox’s brothers stare at you when you pass by their tables.

Your face, at this point, has the decency to flush with oncoming embarrassment as they watch Fox leading you away.

No time for regrets now, you think to yourself as Fox reaches around you, still keeping your wrists firmly in one hand as he unlocks the door to an out-of-the-way office, frequently used to detain clones who start fights in the bar.

For better or for worse , you have captured his full, undivided attention for the night. 

now, you think, it’s only a matter of what he’s going to do about it.

*

“You know,” he muses, arms expertly caging you in and crowding you against the office wall, “if you’re going to fake a fight to get my attention, you could at least have picked an accomplice who I haven’t already met, and who I am perfectly aware you are on good terms with.”

“How would you know?” You ask, still slightly breathless as his amber eyes catch yours in the dim light, levelling you with a look. “A lot could change in the two weeks that I’ve barely seen you.” 

“Is that what this is about?” He asks, voice low and somehow too smooth and even, tilting his head to the side. “That explains why she made the effort to do this.” 

He doesn’t back down, doesn’t even look away in any semblance of guilt, which is infuriating. You’re about to tell him so when you’re cut off abruptly, words dissolving into nothing but a short gasp as his head lowers, lips, followed by the sharp bite of his teeth along the much too exposed skin of one of your breasts.

You blink, looking down at yourself, startled. It appears that whilst your friend was engaged in skirmishing with you, she had managed to tactfully pull open a few buttons from your shirt, splitting it just so that one of your breasts is tantalizingly exposed, nipple barely covered by the remaining fabric.

It’s fabric that is quickly shoved to the side as Fox, eyes never leaving yours as he does, takes your nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling over the bud, encouraging it to harden between warm lips.

“It’s almost like this was... planned,” he muses, accentuating his words with a sharp pinch as he tweaks your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, smirking at the way you jolt with surprise. His breath ghosts along the column of your throat as he moves to whisper in your ear. “Wasn’t it, cyar’ika.”

You’re prevented from answering when his teeth nip at your earlobe, causing any words you had in your mind to fall away, giving way to a shiver as you arch into him. A thrill runs through your body, and a pleasant hum has replaced the void where your thoughts used to be. If you had the sense to be embarrassed about how easy it was for him to get you like this, you would be. But right now, pushed up against the wall with him looming over you, it takes all you have to reach for him, fingers trying to find perch’s between his armour plating.

“Fox,” you let out a whine, tilting your head up to look at him pleadingly as you press yourself against him.

“Uh uh,” he chides, quickly extricating your hands. “These stay here,” he orders, swiftly pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “If you know what’s good for you,” he continues darkly.

“A and what if I don’t?” You try to challenge, but your voice comes out in more of a squeak, wobbling slightly, as his fingers trail down your sides, just teasing at the skin beneath your shirt.

He chuckles, the sound a husky, dangerous rumble in his throat. Abruptly, he drops to his knees in front of you, pulling both your skirt and panties down with him in one harsh tug. They pool around your feet on the floor.

“Oh, meshla,” he coos at you, voice dripping with mock sincerity as one gloved fingertip, tantalizingly featherlight, sweeps through your already wet folds, only grazing over your clit enough to make your hips stutter in surprise before he pulls away. 

“Trust me, by the time I’m done with you, you will.”

Your ability to form a quick witted retort to that is greatly impeded, and ultimately foiled, probably intentionally, by Fox lifting one of your legs, manoeuvring it so it drapes over the curve of one of those broad, imposing shoulders of his. 

Before you’re given time to react to this sudden shift of balance, he’s leaning forward, his impatience evident in the way he roughly holds your thighs apart as he does. Your clit is suckled into his mouth with an almost unadulterated greed as it’s pulled between his lips, tongue barely fluttering over it before your hips jolt, and the sound that manages to escape you, half in surprise, half a needy whine before you manage to check yourself, remembering where, exactly, he’s doing this to you, sounds just about as uncontrolled as his actions are.

He pulls back, only to give you a deceptively teasing smirk as he tugs off his gloves. “What’s the matter, cyar?” He almost purrs, a now gloveless finger slowly teasing at your entrance, eyes fixated on how you clench around nothing. “Got nothing to say now?” 

He evidently finds his ability to have you this riled up with only a few touches amusing, because he’s again leaning forward before you can respond. A series of gentle kitten licks targeted at your clit, as his finger slowly presses into your heat has you forgetting about that fact quickly, the only sound escaping your lips being that of a strangled gasp-moan.

With the way his lips quirk and he lets out a small hum of satisfaction, the vibrations of which run through your body like a shockwave that leaves you breathless, it’s evident that this is exactly the way he wants you, squirming and desperate.

“Fox, I, we can’t do this here ohh.”

You lose track of the point you were trying to make with the smallest movement of his finger, almost gentle as it curls inside you, just brushing over your G spot, causing you to start stammering.

“Mm, why’s that, princess?” He asks, pulling out his finger only so that he can insistently begin to open you up with a second. “I don’t really think you’re in the position to be making demands like that, hm?”

Teeth nipping at that sensitive spot high on your inner thigh silences your retort. “So pretty,” he breathes, almost to himself as his tongue lazily soothes over the mark he’s made, before he’s back on your clit, lips, tongue, and fingers that curl and press and thrust all working to bring you up and straight to the edge.

And take you to the edge, he does. Within minutes that feel like seconds, he has you arching your back, pushing your hips to meet the delicious, constant thrust of his fingers and the targeted, precise teasing of his tongue and lips against your already sensitive clit, breathless begging and pleading because you’re just, you need, you’re almost.

There’s an audible clap as you desperately press your hand against your mouth, trying to silence the high-pitched, feverish whimper that’s fighting to escape your lips because there, right there, rightfuckingthereyoujust...

Then he’s pulling away, releasing your clit with an obscene sounding wet pop as he rises to his feet, calm and totally unfazed in the face of your obvious frustrated desperation, hips still vainly moving in an attempt to find something that’s no longer there. He looks down at you, watching with evident amusement in his eyes as you lose the high that he’s given you, languidly taking the time to idly suck on his fingers, still slick with your arousal as he waits.

He’s patient, simply staring down at your quivering form as he holds you within his scrutiny, deliberately drawing out the silence until the tension has grown thick, and it starts to make you feel disquieted, nervous, almost like you’ve done something you shouldn’t have and you’re now waiting for him to pronounce your punishment.

Only then, only once he sees the realization dawn on your face and your eyes widen slightly does he reach out, lightly tracing one finger over the back of your hand.

Your hand that he told you to stay above your head on the wall. 

Your hand that is, right now, still pressed firmly against your half open mouth. 

“I thought I told you,” he muses casually, fingers delicately wrapping around your wrist and pulling it away from your lips, “to keep these where I put them.”

You swallow, but look up at him with a falsely innocent expression because fuck it, you’re already out of the frying pan, might as well just jump headfirst into the fire.

“Well, technically you told me to do that only if I knew what was good for me, so... guess I don’t,” you say with a shrug, flashing him a smirk.

“Hm,” he huffs, pondering as he continues to hold your wrist, giving it a squeeze in warning. “So it appears you don’t.”

Within seconds, he’s smoothly spun you around, and pulled both of your wrists behind your back, with a speed that’s so succinct that you don’t even comprehend what’s happening until the heavy, cold weight of the binders settles against your skin, locking your wrists in place with a smooth, resounding click.

Oh.

A hand on your back gently nudges you forward and without question, you begin to walk, only pausing when he’s directed you to stand in front of a desk, the height of which reaches just above your waist. He urges you down, hand pressing in between your shoulder blades until you’re bent over, skin flush against the cool wood. 

You jump when his voice appears, low and inches away from your ear as he leans over you, hands delicately scheming down your sides as he speaks.

“Oh, meshla, you misunderstand me,” he purrs, and he can’t resist gently nipping at your earlobe just to hear the small noise of surprise that escapes you and feel the way your body shivers beneath him. 

You hear him settle behind you, armoured knees hitting the ground with a dull thump as his hands, warm and rough, ease your thighs apart, holding them wide.

Fingers lazily circle you’re already swollen clit as he continues. “You can cum, pretty girl. In fact, I want you to cum, and I want everyone outside to be able to hear all those pretty sounds you make when you do it.”

Outside, a muffled round of drunken cheering from several of his vode seems to punctuate his demand, causing your heart to quicken, and before you’re given time to really think about it, he’s opening you further, diving back in with his lips and tongue as his hands continue to hold your thighs apart.

For a moment, it’s just hot, heavy breaths, warm air tickling and brushing against your incredibly sensitive clit, the barest sensation and the heat enough to pull a breathless “mmm” from your lips, hips desperately pushing back against his waiting mouth. 

You both know that you’re not going to last long, so Fox takes time to relish each moment he spends in between your thighs, every movement of his tongue and lips deliberate and controlled. The firm muscle of the flat of his tongue pressing against you is neither frantic nor fast, but it urges and demands with an almost maddening precision.  The slightest role of his tongue over the bud as his lips pull you into his mouth nearly does you in, turning small, gasping whimpers into “oh please I fuck I please,” without any regard to the level of your voice.

Fox hums a response, and after that, you’re done, tipped over the edge by just the slightest nudge as if you had been clinging to it by your fingertips, and were now free falling.

You only come back to yourself when you feel fingernails raking up your trembling thighs, and Fox’s low, husky voice as he stares up at you.

“Mm, good,” he murmurs, running a finger through your sensitive folds just to watch you tremor.

He rises to his feet, and you’re not sure what you’re expecting him to do, if anything. Your mind is so addled by your orgasm that it comes completely unanticipated. 

A quick, stinging swat lands against your ass, calloused fingers caressing over the skin as soon as it begins to heat beneath the palm of his hand. It makes you let out of rather undignified, surprised squeak, hands instinctively trying to move to cover yourself, but of course, they’re not going anywhere. The unforgiving metal of the binders cooley nipping at your skin as you strain being a good enough reminder of that. 

“But I think you can do better.”

There’s the familiar sound of his codpiece being unclipped, a small clang as it hits the floor and is kicked away without consequence. Fox lets out a low groan, the only evidence to suggest that he’s nearly as affected as you are as he pulls himself free of his blacks, taking his hard length into his hand.

Your head drops to the desk, which is met with an immediate tsk of disapproval, Fox threading his fingers through your hair as he tugs it back up, pulling just enough to ensure that the tingle is painful, a reprimand as sharp as his words.

“Keep your head up, princess,” he orders sternly. “I want everyone to hear the sounds you make when I fuck you.”

He glides his cock through your wet folds, pausing to tease a few circles around your clit with the head as he continues. “And I want everyone to know how good I make you cum.”

The head of his cock lightly slaps against your clit, punctuating his words and causing the already overly sensitive nerves to spark and tingle. The whine that leaves your parted lips is a needy, pitiful thing.

You hear his low, throaty chuckle as he backs off, nudging the glistening head of his cock between your parted lips, smoothly lining himself up at your entrance. With one drawn out, controlled roll of his hips, he’s sinking into you, hands coming to grasp your hips as your tight, warm heat clenches around him.

Once he’s fully seated himself, feeling your walls fluttering around him, he moves, adjusting his angle in several quick, sharp snaps of his hips as he gages your response. When he finds the angle that has you crying out the loudest, and he’s satisfied that his cock insistently nudges against your G spot with every thrust, he begins to move in earnest.

Fox sets an even, measured pace, pulling back only to thrust back in with more power and intensity behind the insistent movement of his hips, cock pressing against all of those spots that need to be touched, caressed, and stretched for him.

Only when it starts to build inside you, because really, after you’ve already came from the talents of his skilled tongue, it really doesn’t take much to bring you back up, only once you start moaning and writhing beneath him does the rhythm change, not stopping, but slowing considerably as his fingers grasp at your hips, pulling you against him and keeping you still despite your squirming and protests. 

You can feel his armour plates digging against your skin as he moves, the cold, unforgiving plastoid in combination with the hot slick of skin on skin as he firmly presses your hips against him is dizzying, and sends your head spinning with each gentle pulse of his throbbing cock.

He holds you there, keeping your ass pressed flush against his pelvis, only allowing small, controlled ruts of his hips that brush his cock against your walls, his form radiating patience and authority as he looms over you, watching as you mercilessly struggle for him to give you more than what he’s allowing.

Your hips try to push back, to do anything, but without being able to brace your hands, you’re not getting anywhere fast at all, and your struggle to gain any kind of leverage ends with you throwing your head back, letting out a high-pitched, frustrated whine as you look back at your tormentor, who watches with an almost impassive expression, eyes dark.

He sweeps your hair over your shoulder, littering a trail of hot kisses and sharp bites along the exposed column of your throat as he moves to your ear. 

“Got something to say, meshla?” He coos condescendingly, nuzzling his nose against your neck and letting out a warm breath that sends goosebumps down your spine.

Under the full weight of his attention, he manages to scatter the few strings of coherent words that your brain was trying to piece together into something useful. All you can do is moan helplessly, feebly pushing back against him in an attempt to get him to move in vain.

“Hm,” he muses, and you feel the brief scraping of teeth as he runs them along your shoulder. “Guess not. Maybe I’ll just stay here, until you can figure out how to use your pretty mouth to tell me what you want.”

You know what he wants, and it only takes one small, barely there nudge of his hips for it to come spilling out of you, with minimal protest or fight. 

“Please, sir, please,” you beg, both cheeks and eyes burning at how unsteady your voice sounds. “Please fuck me.”

“Ah,” he pretends to come to the understanding and that bastard, you don’t have to look at him to know that there’s a devilish smirk on his face as one of his hands leaves your hips, dipping to run along your inner thigh. 

“Understood,” he says, voice as short and crisp as if he’s just barking an order to one of his troopers. 

With that, he withdraws, unsheathing himself so slowly that every inch of him drags along your walls as he pulls out. Then, without warning, grasping your hip tightly, he slams back into you, pushing against your tightness and pulling you back onto him at the same time. His pace is now brisk, unyielding, and unwaveringly steady as he impales you on his cock, letting out low, breathy sounds, pausing to listen to the mules and moans that leave you in response.

As soon as he starts hitting someplace deep, quick and primal and constant, your back is arching, your ability to form any coherent words seemingly depleted. 

Or at least, that’s what you think, until his hand, that had up until this point been squeezing and massaging the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, moves in between your legs, fingers expertly catching on your clit, circling, pressing, and the occasional tap against the overly sensitive bud that has you gasping and jolting in place.

“Fox,” you whimper desperately, hips wriggling even though there’s nowhere to go. “Please.”

Whether you’re saying please to beg him to stop because you can’t, it’s too much, or you’re saying please because you want, you need him to never stop, to keep going because the attention he’s lavishing on your clit combined with the delicious way he’s filling and stretching you on his cock feels so wonderfully good is unclear.

The decision is quickly taken out of your hands when Fox, evidently seeing how close you are, abruptly adjusts his angle, redirecting his focus yet again to your G spot, hips rolling against you as he targets it with small, precise and shallow thrusts.

“Be a good girl,” he murmurs, hand releasing your hip to rake his fingernails down your spine. “Cum,” he orders, giving your clit another tap before he continues his tantalizing circles. “Cum for me.”

You throw your head back, spine contorting as you arch, only vaguely aware of the desk digging into your ribs as you cum, eyes squeezing shut and walls clamping down on him as some sound that you don’t even begin to hear nor control is ripped from your throat.

Only then does his pace falter and does he pull you back onto him to bury himself to the hilt within you, cold armour plating firmly pressing against your ass and your thighs, as he lets  out a long, low rumble as he stills within you, spilling his release within your warm, convulsing heat. 

You’re aware of your head falling against the desk, finally too exhausted to keep it up as your body trembles with aftershocks. You’re aware of his hand, soothing as it strokes through your hair. You’re aware of him slowly easing himself out, you think you might make a small sound at the loss, judging by his low chuckle, but you’re not sure.

You only really begin to engage with the world again when you feel the rush of liquid leaving your core, causing you to let out a small gasp. 

“Shh, little one, s’okay,” Fox murmurs, gathering the mix of his and your release that glistens on your folds with his fingers, slowly pushing it back inside, causing you to whimper. 

He guides your legs back into your panties and skirt with tender hands, pulling you to your feet and reaching around you to button up your top.

It’s only when he’s about to steer you out of the room that you realize. 

“Fox?” You say with a frown, raising a questioning eyebrow. “Aren’t you gonna, you know, undo the binders?”

He looks at you, hands occupied with snapping his codpiece back into place. 

“No,” he responds shortly. “You still instigated a fight. I at least have to play off the charade that I’m taking you back to HQ.”

He sets his helmet back on his head, and even though you can no longer see his face, you know that there’s amusement in his eyes, because even though this was your plan, he still has the last laugh. 

“This is still a punishment, and considering I’m letting you off the hook in terms of having to pay a fine, it’s a rather generous alternative, don’t you think, Meshla?” He reminds you lowly, voice clear even through his helmet modulator. “Get moving,” he orders, nudging you forward impatiently.

your mouth drops open as the noise from outside slowly filters into your ears.

He’s about to make you walk through the bar.

Your wrist still in binders as he escorts you out.

Past many of his vode.

With his cum still leaking out of you and the fresh bite marks that he scattered across your neck and shoulders like ornaments.

They’ll take one look at you, and even if they hadn’t managed to hear some of what was going on, which, judging by the dryness in your throat, would be a complete miracle of the force, they’ll know exactly what you did with the Marshall commander whom they all serve under and fuck, the burning twinge of humiliation should not effortlessly combine with some sort of excitement, but it does.

Your cheeks flush, and it takes all of your willpower to start shuffling your feet forward. 

Well played, Commander. Well played indeed. 

[thatdeadaquarius]

@goldensunsetchild Asked:

Hello there! I know that you might be busy right now but I wanted to let you know an idea that I have, greatly inspired by your post: spanish reader who gets homesick but instead of getting depressed by it starts to do things they used to do back on their world. Dancing to their traditional dances while singing their accompanying songs, teaching the children the games they used to play when they were younger and also telling folktales to everyone who is interested in listening to. If you decide to do this idea and want to incorporate things from Costa Rica, please let me know and I'll help you with anything you need (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

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HELLO YES SORRY IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TO GET TO THIS!! 😭 /gen

I went to Costa Rica back in highschool in 2018? I think, and when I tell you I FELL IN LOVEEEE <3333

Costa Rica is a beautiful country and everyone was really nice, vibes were immaculate 🤌 ✨

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Sun: Costa Rican Reader! (you/they/them)

Stars: Sumeru cast

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: None known & Trigger Warnings: alcohol usage/drinking game.

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

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when u first crash landed in Teyvat, people luckily recognized you from when u were a player!

and u took in whatever culture and traditions everyone was so excited to show you as they were kind enough to give u clothes/food/shelter etc.

butttt… it did get overwhelming after a few months, and u got homesick more and more often :(

after all there wasn’t really an equivalent country to Costa Rica, and you couldn’t just take a plane back home, you were stuck here for… however long it takes someone to leave a video game universe??

You decided to actually do smth abt the crippling depression and “outsider” feelings instead of just rotting away, and went to Sumeru to get closer to the greenery of your home,

it made you feel a little better, but it could be the best, so u decide to lowkey force everyone in Sumeru to convert to Costa Rican LMAO

so ofc u did the most logical thing to convert ppl to a culture, the food!

u helped fund a small restaurant full of classic Costa Rican foods (coughandsoyoucaneatitwheneveryouwantcough)

(u still have the insane mora leftover from what u had in game so ur basically one of the richest ppl in Teyvat ngl 💀)

u recreated just the basic gallo pinto/casado with what was available (some beans from Natlan and rice from Inazuma/Liyue, the Ajilenakh nut from Sumeru acc kinda acts like plantains :0 and local fish/greens for salad)

Needless to say Sumeru is fascinated by the new cuisine and esp since its not a secret that you’ve funded it/made the menu from your homeworld

Alhaitham orders the casado most of the time bc he “admires the exact proportions, its all the nutrients you need, perfectly balanced” NERDDD

Tighnari likes barbudos bc there's not a lot of egg dishes in Sumeru but there are a lot of greens, so he “likes the familiar in unique combinations!”

unsurprisingly, Cyno likes Chancelta bc he can pick it up, eat it quickly, and go on with his patrol

Collei, Kaveh (and secretly Dehya lol) really like being able to munch and snack on sugar cane, (and the plantain imitation desserts!)

(u found sugarcane deep in sumeru forests, it was like on ur world, but sweet flowers sprouted out of the stalks too!)

You decide the next phase was to introduce dances and other fun stuff!!

Nilou was literally shaking with excitement to learn the traditional dances <3 (and also getting ur permission to add fun twists or Sumeru elements to them)

the kids that like to hang around and watch the troupe practice (and join) absolutely got obsessed with swing criollo, it was so cute to watch them all pair up and kinda trip over their own feet trying the footwork out

(u may or may not have teared up bc the band learned how to play a Spanish song for u guys to dance to, just for you)

teaching the theater troupes musicians how to adapt upbeat songs like Caballito Nicoyano or Ticas Lindas

omg getting Nilou Kaveh Faruzan Cyno Dehya (and Dunyazard!) to do the calipso limonense always cheers you up, (which is why they are so eager to do it when ur feeling homesick ❤️‍🩹)

Kaveh steps on too many people’s toes, Dehya gets dizzy from the spins/turns easily, Faruzan keeps spinning for too long, Nilou and Dunyazard are actually secretly latina bc they're so good at it (did they outdo you?? no, no they couldn't possibly-)

and Cyno just really likes the little dance line everyone makes lol

speaking of the General Mahamatra

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

u CANNOT teach Cyno a new game from your home country, and expect him to NOT be the most competitive mf in Teyvat abt it

that's actually how u spread any games from back home, Cyno just does all the work for you and challenges ppl to things like jackses and no one knows what it is

which he then proceeds to strong arm them into learning and beat their asses at it

(yes Cyno wins against you a lot, sorry lmao)

You definitely had a drinking game centered around it one time and the consequences changed with each person who lost

like Cyno had to learn how to cook tamales that were edible, and more importantly..

Alhaitham had to at least attempt the swing criollo lol

(was it unfairly attractive? maybe. was watching Nilou, who was teaching him, and Alhaitham both do swing criollo 2x as attractive?? that's just for u and the Sumeru vision users to know)

SPEAKING OF ALHAITHAM

absolutely hilarious, yet also impressive?? how quickly he picked up ur slang

smug bastard picked it up based off sheer context/vibes too, u didn't even explain it to him, just u trying to go sit down in ur Costa Rican restaurant and he pulls u back before someone mows u down saying “hey, suave un toque-”

YOUR NECK FUCKING CRACKING BC U WHIPPED AROUND TO LOOK AT HIM SO FAST LMAOOO

(ngl u scared the fuck out of the poor scholar before he got all smug abt knowing slang)

accidentally spread this knowledge to other vision users bc he got in the habit of casually using it, tbh more often when ur not around lol (Alhaitham being caught having habits bc he's fond of other ppl?? never)

his favorite is “qué chante…😒 ” obv lol

so now the forest rangers use stuff like pura vida and tuanis sending each other off on patrols! Collei so cutely excited to explain to other Sumeru ppl or tourists where the words come from and what they mean, spreading ur Costa Rica agenda very well 👌

and the mahamatra like to use “Jale pa’la choza” when coming back from the desert to Sumeru city homebase! :)

ALSO bonus:

u absolutely got leyendas into the bedtime warning/ghost stories of the entirety of Sumeru children lmao

u start spooking kids like Dori (Nahida finds them fascinating)

and after awhile u notice Cyno and Dehya mentioning watching out at night for La Llorona or los cadejos 💀??

like you've genuinely made them paranoid, bc they wanna be sweethearts and protect you from them, like even if they don't believe they exist, they're worried you do and are trying to make u feel better lol <3

☆

an iced coffee? for me?? :O 

Blessed be Costa Rica, such a lovely country when I went, and as soon as I got off the plane coming back the first thing I did was make a Costa Rican meal the best I could

like got my mom to prep from dry black beans and rice etc. as fresh as we could get (nowhere near costa rica level btw) and made fresh guac and fried plantain chips and salmon I think? literally cooked the first night back bc I knew I missed the food already/knew id get sick

and I was RIGHT, that food I made was fine, but any other American food so bad I got nauseous

I literally got sick COMING BACK TO THE U.S like 😨???!!! I knew it was bad but not THAT bad lmao

and the first meal I had after that was still a homecooked meal, like my mom made it💀

love the coffee from there too, we even ordered coffee from the farm we visited when I got back to US it was so good (10x better than American obv)

THANK YOU BTW GOLDEN!! FOR BEING SO PATIENT AND LOVELY TELLING ME ALL ABT COSTA RICA <3333

I hope this did some amount of justice to ur beautiful home! :)

Safe Travels Golden Child,

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[saffronapplemanga]

Recent Read Manga Recommendation Round Up (plus anime!) - Part 4

Manga/anime I’ve been enjoying recently! Links to part 1, part 2, and part 3.

Twitter link to this post here.

~Links to my other manga posts~ My personal favs/ones I super enjoyed will have a ✨ on them :)

Some of these don't have official (or unofficial) EN translations since I read a lot of JP-only manga and I’d like to make people aware of those titles too! My hope is that bringing awareness to them will help get them licensed :) I guess if any sound interesting, ask publishers to license them!

PLEASE LOOK UP ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS!

SLICE OF LIFE

✨ Aquatope of the White Sand by P.A. Works

(24 episodes)

I worked on the subs for this anime for an Asian streaming service and it was a lot of fun! I feel like this anime was overlooked though. It has beautiful animation and we follow a fun cast of characters living in Okinawa and working in aquariums!

ALTERNATE HISTORY

✨ Ooku: The Inner Chambers by Yoshinaga Fumi

(19 volumes, complete)

Available in English (hats off to the EN localization team, excellent work!)

Ooku is an alternate history taking place in Edo period Japan where a plague wipes out a large portion of the male population. This story is insanely well-written, gripping, and nuanced. It's not "lol men get wiped out and we get girl bosses". I can't get over how big-brained Yoshinaga-sensei is for writing this masterpiece. No words I have will do it justice. Just read it!

PLEASE LOOK UP ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS!

FANTASY

✨ Love Condemns Her by Hana Chatani

(one shot)

Support the creator and pick it up here!

Hana Chatani is one of my favorite artists I've been following for years. Their artwork is mesmerizing to me and I can't get enough. This is a lovely short story inspired by The Little Mermaid.

HISTORICAL, WW2

COCOON by Kyou Machiko

(one shot)

JP only

A one-shot manga based on the real-life events in Okinawa during WW2 and the school girls who were made to be nurses.

MYSTERY

Kujaku no Dance Dare ga Mita? by Asami Rito

(5 volumes, ongoing)

JP only

A former cop is killed and leaves a letter behind for his daughter, thus setting in motion the mystery of who was the real murderer.

HORROR, SUPERNATURAL

The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window by Yamashita Tomoko

(10 volumes, complete+extra volume)

JP only

From the same author as Ikoku Nikki. Honestly, I'm not sure how to explain this title LOL. It's very strange and creepy and silly and... yeah. It was super fun to buddy read it with Colleen from Colleen's Manga Recs.

DRAMA

Hibari no Asa by Yamashita Tomoko

(2 volumes, complete)

JP only

Another one by Yamashita Tomoko! Be warned, this title is upsetting. It's a very good and important manga, but lord... I did not have fun reading it T-T

We follow 14-year-old Hibari, who is sexualized and treated adversely because of her more "developed/sensual" body.

ROMANCE

My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999 by Mashiro

(13 episodes, 9 volumes, ongoing)

Available in English

A fun rom-com :)

DYSTOPIAN, POST-APOCOLYPTIC

Heavenly Delusion by Ishiguro Masakazu

(13 episodes, 10 volumes, ongoing)

Available in English

This OP didn't have to go so hard.

I'm sorry idk what to say about this one either other than it's a dystopian. I watched it a while ago and it's not super fresh in my brain right now.

DRAMA, SUPERNATURAL, ROMANCE

My Happy Marriage by Agitogi Akumi

(12 episodes)

I didn't realize the series had supernatural elements at first so I think that was a cool addition. And the character dynamics are also quite interesting.

[heygreyyart]

📌I noticed my Across the Spider-Verse artbook it's on its way home, so in the meantime I decided to join the trend and create my own Spider-Sona for fun! Whenever I feel I'm a bit rusty with my skills, I always go for my biggest artistic inspirations and indulge in it. 🔶Will Coyner (and the rest of the team!) did an insanely good job at painting these amazing characters with such fun shapes and textures, so I took this opportunity to study the elements that make the movies' artstyle so appealing, as I attempted to design a character that would match this incredibly colourful multiverse - and that's how Estela was born! I wanted to create an adult Latin American (definitely Uruguayan because I want my own darned representation) super hero who got bit by a radiactive spider during a model photoshoot. Fighting crime while living her best Linda Evangelista life 📸✨ 💜 Hope one day I'll get as good as the people who worked in this amazing project to work with these giants. But for now, I gotta study harder, better, and stronger!

[mitspeiler]

Whole Hog Ruby. Go

wowee, a total stranger asking about ruby. crazy

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

dear sweet precious ruby got her name from being a redhead, probably also in-universe. Her last name, Reveur, was suggested by @wubyreal

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

13 at the beiginning of Filmverse. She turns 14 over the course of Dream Quest.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Fenetre, a fox boy she met in a dream. Another boy will try to woo her later

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

she loves sweets and is a rare fondant defender.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

she's too young for a job at the moment. If she weren't a magical fantasy protagonist she would want to be a nurse

🎹 🥊- Do they have any hobbies?

Ruby is a big reader. she doesn't have many creative hobbies due to being sickly and infirm for most of her life. Now that she can move around a bit she will start trying out all kinds of new things. Ruby hates having to take her many many medicines

🎯 -What do they do best?

Ruby is actually a good problem solver. Her pathetic charisma also lets her make friends easily.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

When they were little Henry made her a stone teddy bear, small enough to fit in her palm. It went missing at some point.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

The week leading up to her solo adventure, Bones in the Ocean, was plagued with night terrors that caused her physical pain. Seeing as it happened shortly after Henry went missing it was easily the worst time in her life so far

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Ruby's design has changed subtly over the years, starting with myself and her co-creator @wubyreal disagreeing over her eye color.My Ruby's eyes are purple; hers are red. I've also decided to turn the white elements of ruby's outfit black for future entries.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

The Aristocrats

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

american gothic

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

cishet probably

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

none, but her cousin Henry is like an older brother to her

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Ruby's relationship with her mother is strained. She faces a lot of negative reinforcement and emotional neglect, but feels as though she should be grateful to her mother for the fact she takes care of her, and at times feels guilty that her mother has been saddled with her. Morgause does not say

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

She is cool and everyone loves her. in real life

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I post ruby daily in some circles. She has one complete novella

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

nah

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

She's afraid of lots of things but is brave in that she faces her fears. Her only really debilitating phobia is the idea that she is a burden

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Probably Callisto Pellinger, spoiled girl playing pirate on the high seas

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

according to @wubyreal ruby was created on september 6th 2019. Insane to me, I feel like she's been here forever

[missyourflight]

hello coming directly from your ao3 comments to your inbox to continue being unhinged your world building in space persuasion was sooo good, and i would love love to hear about the space media that inspired you! i also thought you translated SPACE so so well to F1, and i would love to hear just in general about how you went about making it feel so complete and real! and do you have favourite little details that didn't get a lot of airtime in the fic that you want to shine a light on to make me feel even more insane?

thank you kay!! 💖✨

i love love stories set in space - probably my favourite space film is sunshine (2007) but that is not really the vibe of space persuasion lol. i did make a lil visual inspo pinterest board which features the space casino from the last jedi, the hostesses from the fifth element, the casino de monte carlo and the blue lagoon in iceland (i saw a youtube video while i was warming up to write this fic and i was like, this needs more lake, and also someone take me to the spa pls). daniel's skiff is basically a lift from disney's treasure planet (i looked up some windsurfing terminology and i have Not retained it) and i watched the wachowski sisters' speed racer for some wacky races inspiration. the fleet is somewhere between battlestar galactica and star trek (don't worry about it). unfortunately the whole massive ramp/platform in the middle of the lake setup is heavily influenced by the triwizard tournament, because as loathsome as jkr is sometimes images from childhood stay with us! sticking the rest of this under a cut whoops

secret little details... the whole offscreen galex plot of them trying to pick up max's investigative slack in the background lol (and also they're in love). the annoying AI in daniel's room is my version of michael (sorry not sorry) and max's AI that kind of has his accent is supposed to be like a reminder of his mum (he also keeps the scrap of fabric from his mum's dress and his sister's bracelet with daniel's dogtags). i tried to somewhat mirror the structure of persuasion where there's the big incident at the centre of louisa's fall (daniel's crash in the fic) and then the back half of the story is about them coming back together.

when i write AUs i like to try and use related imagery so in the story there's like the three main strands of space stuff, casino/gambling stuff, and austen/period drama stuff, and all of it made me like unreasonably happy. my favourite space imagery is probably the stuff about comets - daniel remembering them watching comets together on the outpost and then thinking about getting to touch max every few years like a comet returning. favourite gambling image is probably daniel calling himself a bad bet, and also when he describes zak as a busted flush. so many self-indulgent austen references and half-references but a few i like are daniel telling alex he barely recognised max - shoutout wentworth describing anne as so altered he should not have known her again. any time daniel flexes his hand that's 2005 darcy. daniel lying down on the floor is johnny flynn knightley. daniel giving max the dogtags when the only thing he had to offer was himself/wentworth having nothing but himself to recommend him. and so on! daniel half-hoping when he touches max's hand at the gala a ref to the wentworth letter, half agony half hope etc, and then max's version of the letter as well obvs

also it's not austen without dancing imo so rule of three: when daniel bumps into max outside the spa they do an awkward shuffle-dance to get past each other; the actual gala where daniel asks max to dance but max thinks it's a joke; when they fuck and daniel thinks of it as a dance they've always known the steps to.

also i could have probably built up to a bit better but i like the lil bait and switch in the race where he thinks fernando's going to get him but actually it's jenson! and after he called him sweetheart and everything

lol thank you lovely kay for affording me the opportunity to go off about it!! 🪩

[0kame-san]

Oh my goodness- I remember you from Twitter and thought you were only there aa- your art is SO DANG INSPIRING!! I always end up floored by the insane background work and all the sci-fi grunge you manage to pack into your illustrations... honestly fantastic work! Stay awesome and artful ★

aaaa Your words really made me HAPPY!! Thank you😭🧡

I really enjoy drawing detailed backgrounds with sci-fi elements! I will continue to draw many more✨

[honeyhotteoks]

husbands😭 i know you've finished with them but would it be possible to get more of yunhwa in the future?

i speak for myself here when i say i'd love to get an insight of the husbands dealing with pregnant yn while still taking care of dasom :( and i know it's smut, ofc it should have it, that's what ur blog is about but i'd be SO precious to one day get a little view of their lives as parents and them in silly little situations with their toddler<3

also, my mind won't stop thinking of yunhwa and dasom being obsessed with yn's bump and being a hell lot overprotective over her :)))

✨anon

ugh ✨ anon, you get me.

honestly i'm not planning on writing more yunhwa husbands, but that doesn't mean i won't. i feel like i'm happy with how the story wrapped up, but because it's the type of fic that essentially is just loosely connected one-shots.... it feels like there's so much more room to explore if inspiration struck. i do have some thoughts about that under the cut.....

as far as protective yunhwa though.... like i can just see it so clearly. seonghwa would be the type to try and anticipate everything, plan accordingly and clear the path in front of y/n so that she didn't ever have to worry. given how stressful i think getting pregnant the first time was, and how stressful y/n's pregnancy with dasom was, there's a real element of seonghwa where he would be trying to make everything better, but he's terrified. yunho just gives off the air of casual rock of the family, very dad energy, but god forbid something actually happens that he has to deal with? mess.

like y/n complains of a little cramp and seonghwa is at a 100, but yunho lets her come to him with a lot of it, he worries but he's good at keeping that to himself. except when she gets into a tiny fender bender (literally nothing to write home about but she still calls them while she's waiting for roadside assistance) and that's when yunho's brain clicks into overdrive. he doesn't hear anything but 'accident' and he's driving like an insane person to get to his family. and that's when seonghwa's planning has all paid off and he's the calm one.

there's also so much room to explore the relationship with dasom, but i'll be honest and say writing children is very hard for me. I struggled a lot with her dialogue in the last chapter of husbands, mostly because i'm an only child who didn't grow up around kids, so i'm not used to it.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Okay so I’m a bit confused about what’s going on and where people are getting information from. I’m asking you because I trust you. Is sonic 3 filming soon? When is it done? I’ve seen a few Instagram accounts say that it’ll be released this year. Is sonics voice actor coming bback? Is Jim coming back? I know that’s a lot to dump on you but I’m just so confused

Hello-Hello darlin’!❤️✨

Listen, it’s perfectly okay. I can 100% understand the confusion that’s been going around lately on this film. It may feel overwhelming, but worry. I can explain it to you to the best of my ability. Part of the reason for me taking so long with this post was due to finding the correct sources to each claim (as well as checking them for consistency).

To make it short, sweet, and simple, I’ve answered your questions in little subcategories.

Is Sonic 3 Still Happening?

Yes! The film is in the “Blue Sky” stages. This means that the story is still in its planning phase, but we can expect the script to be done by mid-2023. Concept art and storyboard drafting are usually done in this time as well. (SOURCE). What I can share is that storyboard artist Douglas Olsen has been drafting Sonic 3’s scene since November (SOURCE).

Just know that Sonic 3 will be wild and fun and you will cry (SOURCE).

Is the Knuckles Series still happening?

If it helps, I believe that it is still a project that could happen. There has yet to be anything online (interviews, news articles, and tweets) that implies that the series is not happening.

A while back, it was stated that the writers would like to incorporate elements of Sonic 3 into the Knuckles Series (SOURCE). Since the interview, there has been a lack of information on the series’ update. As of now, we can still expect the series to come out on 2023 (SOURCE). Idris Elba will voice Knuckles in the miniseries (SOURCE).

When Is It Done?

I’m afraid that I don’t necessarily understand this question. Do you mean when the film releases? If so, it releases December 20th, 2024. If you mean filming, then I cannot provide an answer. We do not have an exact date as of yet when filming for Sonic 3 will begin.

I’ve seen a few Instagram accounts say that it’ll be released this year (2023).

Between you and me, I would not trust Instagram accounts that claim to be a “daily/weekly update” on the film’s progress. Accounts like THIS are notorious for spreading misinformation. That, and they don’t supply the sources in which they make their claim with. It’s just clickbait. Also, do watermark all of your Sonic 3 art if possible. Some accounts on Instagram have been reuploading fanart—without consent—and implying that it’s official.

If you are looking for trustworthy sources that tackle Sonic-Related news, I highly recommend following @movie-robotnik-positivity , @tailschannel , and @aawesomepenguin . They will be the most reliable sources to follow when it comes to movie updates. If and for any comic updates of SCU, I’d also recommend following @idwsonicnews as well. (Tagged so that readers can follow these accounts. DM me if you wish for me to remove the mention).

And with that, we can conclude that the film’s release date is still December 24th, 2024.

Is sonics voice actor coming back?

I believe so! Ben has been vocal on how Sonic 3 will be “insane” and how he wishes to include some improved lines.

Is Jim coming back?

I wish that I had a stronger answer to provide you, but I don’t. This is one has yet to be determined. Back in 2022, Mr. Carrey explained that he would consider returning as “Dr. Robotnik” if the script for Sonic 3 was good (SOURCE). If Mr. Carrey does not desire to return, Josh and Pat have stated that Dr. Robotnik will not be recasted (SOURCE). The focus will be directed on other existing Sonic characters.

Is Sonic 3 doing an Sonic Adventure 2 (SA2) Adaptation?

I do not believe that Sonic 3 will be an exact copy of SA 2. Pat Casey and Josh Miller have expressed that the film could take heavy inspiration of SA2 and Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) for the story, but I do not think that it will be an exact copy (SOURCE).

I say “heavy inspiration” because it’s how it’s been for Sonic 1 and 2. The past films took elements of previous games to tell their story.

Who is voicing “Shadow?”

At this moment in time, an actor has yet to be announced. We can potentially expect an actor much later in 2023. Giant Freaking Robot has made a news article in the past saying that it would be Jason Momoa. This is not the case. I would stay clear of GFR since they have a reputation of spreading misinformation as well. Know that a “big name actor” has been chosen to voice Shadow in the film… and that the SCU crew is waiting for the actor to confirm that he still wants the role (SOURCE).

Can we expect AmyRose, Rouge, and/or Big?

I wish that I could provide a stronger answer for this one. As of now, we do not know if either of the three will make an appearance in the third film. The writers stated that as well at the Klamath Comicon event in 2022. What we can conclude is that the writers are fans of each three. Pat and Josh have expressed that they are big—ha!—fans of Big the Cat (SOURCE) and do like Rouge’s character (SOURCE). In a synopsis released in late 2022, it was implied that Amy and Big would make an appearance, but proved to be fake (SOURCE).

As of now, I’m afraid that it is a waiting game. I can completely understand the excitement for Sonic 3. I’m very excited! Just like it was with Sonic 2, we must be careful with where we get our information from and look for consistency. I do hope that this helped with a couple of your questions! If you have any more, don’t hesitate to ask!

[gyllenhaalstories]

A bit outside of the insanity that is Jake's wardrobe... This is not a request, I just want to talk to someone about writing fics. I kinda want to go back to write something (Jake, Chris Evans, Andrew Garfield, and Henry Cavill are my current muses). Are you still writing? Do you have any ideas you've been thinking of (situations, AUs, etc.)?

okay so i was not sure if you wanted this to be answered privately or not, so if you would rather have this not remain out on my blog and be a private conversation just tell me (especially the throwing ideas around part), i'll remove it as soon as i can! 💕

my blood pressure does need a break from the insanity especially with the photos being released when i wake up, this is not good 😂 talking about writing but NOT writing, my favourite!!!! YES PLEASE WRITE AGAINNNNN i remember your writing was amazing, and i'd love to see more of it! and i'd love to see your take on those other actors! i'm sure you'd write them as beautifully as you did for jake, and the remaining 3.5 fans of jake fanfics need your talent! (the rambling begins so i'll hide it under a read more for everyone's well being)

i'm still writing........ in theory. i wrote 1,4k words recently, stopped and then i can't get back to it or set up drafts and make them look all neat but i can't write a word or more often than not forget what i had in mind so i'm just left with voids of nothing 🥲 i've slowed down on drafting but not on ideas. to be fair most of my ideas are things i already did/included because i have -1 originality but yeah, i've got the ideas but not the brain power and as of now, not the time. i'd love to get back in the writing groove, as anxiety inducing as it is, writing a fic is just ✨ different ✨ and my 80+ drafts would love that too, i'm sure of it. i have the big flaw of being a one shot kind of person, i need to write most if not all of a fic in one go or else it's doomed, i either forget my ideas, lose the particular tone i set up or i just read what i wrote and go wow this is good and then never live up to that level and that's on performance anxietyyyyy 😂

there are a few fics i'd love to finish like the one that's almost done that is different from what i've written and the other one i started as mentioned above that is also different, more sugar daddy!jake for my own pleasure because there is no such thing as too much sugar daddy jake and i have so much inspiration to write the developments of their relationship, more characters i'd love to remove all their canon elements to make them the same sentimental soft teddy bears i love so much, A FUCKING DAVIS MITCHELL FIC HELLO??? i love my davis but writing for him is hard he's giving me nothing and everything at once this is not helpful mr peanut m&m man. i'd want to write more for david loki but loki is a special one and i can't do him justice. TOMMY MY BOY TOMMY it would go so well with the last fic i wrote but nope, nothing. basically every jake character minus a few i'd love to write for and probably have ideas for. it would also help if i started with something easy, soft, a few kinks since smut is my default mode now, nothing too fancy but no i need like 20 kinks and a plot so complicated i have no idea what i'm wtiting 😂 i'd love to finally give broadway!jake a go, i bit more than i can chew with him but i would love that, the only good thing the lifetime i dedicated to glee (derogatory) could be to write for broadway!jake. or go trashy with like best friend's dad, just something!!! the number of times i stare at my drafts and just walk away sadly is well SAD. but i think my priority would be to finish the fics that i already wrote for and wrote a LOT for, and davis. davis davis davis davis i am the president and probably the only member of his fanclub and i don't mind davis i will buy you all the m&m's you want no need for a sketchy woman stalking you </3 so to ACTUALLY answer your questions, i'd love simple ideas, like 1500 words finished done, and simple concepts and situations too, but one teacher i had once said why go simple and when you can make it complicated and yeah... why have fun when i can suffer and make all my drafts suffer. i'm hoping to post one of the two fics i started soon-ish, but i really can't tell! i get the urge to write at 5 am when i had countless mental breakdowns run off 2 sips of water and i can't even spell my name correctly!

but please if you write tag me tag me tag me I WANT TO BE ON THE FIRST ROW!!!! especially with jake, henry or chris (i don't know anything about andrew but i'd still be down!). I TALKED SO MUCH I AM SOOOOOO SORRY i told you talking about writing but NOT writing was my favourite! i literally said so much but also said nothing at the same time wow yay me. 😂 but do YOU have ideas? something you've had on your mind for a while, or something completely new? a character of theirs you would like to write for? i'm so curious!!!! i'd read anything involving those men and especially some jake writing from you 😭 NO PRESSURE THOUGH I'M NOT PUTTING ANY PRESSURE!!!!!! i'm just so happy to know you want to get back into writing!

i want to apologize for making you read all that I HOPE YOU DID NOT NOTHING OF VALUE IS WRITTEN IN MY RAMBLING but if you did read go get yourself a cookie you deserve it!!!!

[count-v-dracula]

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[[ G!!! In a nutshell? Everything! But, I can be a little more detailed than that :)

Let's start with your portrayal and writing. Louis, oh precious pitiful slightly insane Louis! You handle him with so much care and passion, it sings in your writing! When I think of Louis, I think of your Louis, who is so incredibly close to AR's portrayal and characterization in the first book (and so is your writing for real are you her [now] ghost?). You have his stubbornness, pride, petal-soft melancholy, compassion, and zeal for humanness, down 100%. I appreciate him so much more, now, because of your take on him. Now -- your writing. Jaw-dropping fluidity and style, reminiscent of AR (in my limited opinion since I've only read the first four books but I'm making my way, but also very much your own). I think I've said it before but I'll say it again: you inspire my own writing. There are very few that have done that to me over all the years I've been writing and you are one of them! You move from one idea in your threads to the next so smoothly! You are able to paint images in the mind with a technique that just unfurls, never going overboard or cheapening on any element, but able to give something so full and rich that I thoroughly enjoy reading (and re-reading multiple times).

Behind the scenes stuff is so so fun and exciting with you!! Our minds are almost on the same wavelength because we are just in-tune with our two insane lads. Like for instance the pin.terest board we have that has several HUNDREDS of things on it and when I get a notification from the app I instantly go "omg did G find something new!?" and sometimes yes it is you, other times it's a different pin.terest notification about my other boards lol and I :( And then the spot.ify playlist!!!! WE HAVE OVER NINE HOURS OF MUSIC FOR THEM. You know I open up that playlist whenever it is time for Vlouis replies.

And I just adore and appreciate you so much as a friend <3 ]]

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I DARE NOT SPEAK ; LEE HEESEUNG {teaser} · approx. 5.9k words

summary ▸ one prince decides to face a curse and is greeted with monsters in the dark. pairing ▸ lee heeseung x gn!reader genre ▸ twisted fairytale!au, inspired by the grimm’s fairytale “the king’s son who feared nothing”; horror,, angst, mild action and thriller elements, slight fluff (if you squint you can find it), a lot of it is from heeseung’s pov teaser wc ▸ 0.7k other characters ▸ original characters warnings ▸ dark/horror themes, mentions of monsters (demons), violence and blood, injuries, mentions of skeletons, gore (mentions of dismembered body parts as the demons in this story eat humans), heeseung’s character is reckless to the max lmao, manic/insane behavior displayed, themes of betrayal, major character death, there’s some gibberish/jumbled words that i made as a demon language in here that doesn’t need to be understood but you can try to make out what’s being said haha song rec ▸ Frost : TOMORROW X TOGETHER / Panic Room : Au/Ra / bury a friend : Billie Eilish

a/n ▸ happy spooky season guys! >:) this is my entry for the “happily never after” collab hosted by @soobisms and @svhnflwr​ !! ✨ this is my first time trying to write horror so i’m not sure how well i did but regardless i hope you look forward to this one! it’s expected to be released OCTOBER 6TH!! so for now enjoy this teaser. please keep in mind that this is a darker story and so reader’s discretion is advised.

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NO ONE HAD DARED TO LIFT THE CURSE ON THE CASTLE TO THE WEST. NO ONE KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF IT WAS RELEASED. 

Rumors and whispers were exchanged throughout the kingdom. Some said that if the curse was lifted you’d be granted amazing power; others say there’s treasures galore within. No one really knows the truth for certain. 

“I heard there’s a beautiful mage who needs rescuing there,” a man said at a table in the diner Heeseung was in. He carefully listened in on their conversation. 

“But you said no one knows for sure, what if there’s nothing in there at all?” another man asked. 

“There has to be something there!” 

Heeseung looked back to his food as he thought about the castle they were speaking of. He noticed it on the way to this small town. A dark castle in the distance in the forest, an ominous aura emanating off of it as he went past it. 

What was it really holding behind its walls? Was there really power or treasure within? Or this “beautiful mage” those men spoke about? Maybe something entirely different lurked beneath the surface layer rumors. 

A clank of a glass hitting his table broke him from his train of thought.

Heeseung looked up at the woman serving him and silently thanked her for bringing his drink.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t listen to those idiots,” she murmured. 

He tilted his head, a brow raised. “What do you mean?”

“That castle is cursed alright, and I’m sure you’ve heard that anyone who goes there doesn’t come back. Those rumors about treasure and power are probably not even true, you’ll just get yourself killed,” she warned. 

Heeseung smirked. “Why do you assume I’m interested in that castle?” 

“You’re being too obvious, eavesdropping on everyone the last hour,” she smirked back and walked off. 

She was right though, Heeseung was beyond curious about that cursed castle. His father would’ve told him to stay away from such dangerous things, but Heeseung was renowned for being fearless. He was known by his kingdom as the “fearless prince” who had never shown any fear before. So much so that some thought he was a cursed child; he simply thought there was no reason to fear things and have your brain get the better of you. 

If anything, Heeseung figured this could be an adventure. 

No better time than the present. He paid for his meal and set out in the direction of this castle to discover the truth about its secrets. 

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It didn’t take long to figure out the way to the castle. On the way there, the path became more and more desolate. The trees lost their leaves and the grass died out. There was nothing but bare branches and grey land; as if wars had been fought here; or this curse truly did exist and it somehow killed everything around. 

Heeseung eyed the castle, its walls a dark grey and gargoyles littered the area of it. Anyone would normally turn back, but what if there was really treasure, or someone who needed saving? Perhaps all the rumors are false and there is nothing there. Whatever happened, he knew that this would at least be interesting if nothing else. 

He knew others would tell him he was insane, but honestly, in the end this myth would drive him nuts if he didn’t attempt to discover the truth. 

He clutched his sword and walked up to the gateway of the castle. 

Three nights…

Heeseung stopped his steps as he heard a weird whispering voice. Was it something in the castle? It had to be, there was no one else around. The voice spoke up again. 

Three nights… Three moons… Once they’ve passed… The curse shall break…

Heeseung’s eyes widened. “So there really is a curse here.”

He was more determined than ever now to stop it from killing others. Although he knew some people mainly entered the castle for greed, he wanted to do good and remove the curse from this area. That was the plan at least. 

So he continued his steps, remembering the words he’d just heard. Three nights. 

The doors to the castle opened on their own, as if it was welcoming him in—even though he knew it was doing anything but that. He took one gulp and walked in. The doors shut behind him and he knew there was no turning back now. 

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