#it's my first time ever getting trick or treats in my inbox

[ozzgin]

I sadly don't have the resources to answer all of these lovely knocks on my door, so it's time for Grandma Ozz to go. She will now disintegrate into an explosion of candies and belongings you wished for, then vanish into the void. A being of the néant.

I hope you all enjoyed your spooky holiday, kiddos. Although the horrors do persist on this blog, just in a less festive manner perhaps. If you want a healthy dose of haunting, just come for a visit.

[freeuselandonorris]

I know all I do nowadays is talk about piss in your inbox (living up to my alias ig) but good god am I having Thoughts about this https://www.tumblr.com/freeuselandonorris/765509716350844928/i-know-alphaomega-isnt-usually-your-thing-but?source=share

like first of all; why not both!

what came to mind for me is how some ABO writers choose to give male omegas an (at least partial) AFAB reproduction system which presents the potential for what I choose to refer to as "piss edging". like a combination of the knot pressing on their bladder while blocking their urethra with the pressure so they physically cannot let it go no matter how much they need to, and their desperation goes up exponentially until the alpha's knot deflates (I think it would be an understatement to say that it would be difficult to hold it after that)

take this as a trick or treat if you want <3 with free reign on anything involving "alpha/omega" and "piss" I just needed the visual of that scene out of my system

so one thing about me is that even if it's a kink i profess not to enjoy (omegaverse), if it's got piss, i will probably write it lmao

this is. written in one sitting in my notes app, not read through, and unhinged. enjoy lmao

cw: piss desperation and involuntary pissing, omegaverse, oscar has a cunt.

By the fifteen-minute mark, Oscar was hanging his head and panting.

It hadn’t seemed to matter at the time, that he’d not been to the bathroom for three or four hours beforehand and his bladder was already starting to ache. It was one more sting in a body full of them. Nothing had mattered other than getting Lando inside him, hands hooked around his elbows and Oscar’s knees spread wide on the scratchy hotel towel he’d put beneath them to protect the carpet. He’d dripped all over it before Lando could shove himself in.

It hadn’t even dawned on Oscar to care when Lando was fucking him, despite the throb that went through his pelvis with every thrust, the clench and ache. His cunt just wanted to be full, and it was, so it was fine.

Only when Lando’s hips had locked up against his arse and filled Oscar up even more — first with his cum, and then, a few seconds later, with the slow swell of his knot — did the pain kick in for real.

“Fuck, you need to hurry up,” Oscar ground out. Lando was still twitching against his back, knot stretching his cunt so much it was on the verge of giving him cramp. “I really need to piss.”

Lando laughed breathlessly, mouthing at the sweat on the back of his neck. “Yeah, nah,” he said. “It doesn’t feel like it’s going down at all any time soon. You’re gonna have to hold it.”

Oscar groaned and let his head drop to the bed. Behind him, Lando shifted his weight and the resulting pressure made Oscar curse into the blankets.

“God,” he said, a bit brokenly. He was so hot, and full, and now he’d started thinking about the burn between his legs it was unimaginable that he’d ever been able to think of anything else. “I don’t. I don’t think I can, it’s bad.”

Lando gave a huffy sort of laugh, but when he spoke there was an edge of irritation in his voice. “What d’you want me to do about it? I’m literally stuck here.”

“I know,” Oscar snapped, trying to curl in on himself in the hope it would hurt less. All it did was jostle Lando, and Oscar let out a high-pitched noise as the burn reached a sharp crescendo.

He shoved a hand between his legs, convinced he’d find himself pissing without even realising it, but all he felt was the tacky residue of his slick.

“Jesus,” Lando said. He sounded a bit concerned now. “You sound like you’re in pain.”

“I am,” Oscar said, through gritted teeth.

Lando made an indistinct sound. “Listen, just grab the towel and stick it between your legs and go into that. I won’t even look, I swear. We can put it in the shower after.”

Oscar wrapped his arms over his head and contemplated what would be worse: the embarrassment of pissing in front of Lando, or feeling like this for another ten minutes.

He reached down and grabbed the towel, bundled it up and shoved it between his legs.

Nothing happened. His urethra burned, heartbeat pounding in his cunt, but — nothing.

He breathed out, tried to relax. It was hard, with the way Lando’s knot was pushing him open.

“Fuck,” he bit out. “I don’t — I don’t think I can. I think your knot is, like. Blocking it from getting out.”

There was a small silence.

“Shit,” Lando said, eventually.

He brought a hand up, touching Oscar’s hair gently. Oscar let out a desperate, shuddering breath. The whole lower half of his body felt seized, like a heat only worse. He tried to breathe shallowly, tried to stay as still as possible, tried to think of anything but the burn and ache in his swollen bladder.

He couldn’t say how many minutes had passed when it slowly filtered through his addled brain that Lando’s knot wasn’t pressing him open in quite the same way anymore.

“It’s starting to go down,” Lando said softly. He was still stroking Oscar’s hair, had been for a while now. “Won’t be long now.”

Oscar made a sound in his throat. He couldn’t nod, couldn’t move at all.

Lando shifted behind him, and a sudden wave of pain lanced through Oscar again. He knew before he heard the sound of it that he was pissing himself, involuntary and humiliating, all over the bundled towel.

“Oh, shit,” Lando said again, and Oscar made a wild, embarrassed grab for the towel that dislodged Lando from his overstretched cunt entirely.

There was no point feeling ashamed about it anymore. He couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t form a thought. He clutched the bundled towel against his cunt and let himself go into it, and the relief of it was almost better than the feeling of Lando fucking him had been. He was whimpering, could vaguely hear himself, but he couldn’t do anything other than concentrate on the feeling of the towel growing heavier and more sodden in his hands as his body finally emptied itself.

[sol-consort]

How do you think the mass effect depicts would react to trick or treating? (Sorry if it’s been asked before and I missed it)

Halloween Pt.1

[Part 2]

Dw, you're good it's never been asked before. Even then, I don't mind repeating prompts if I had something new to add... Otherwise I just let it marinate in my inbox in shame.

Gonna assume this is about Mass Effect alien species and not specific characters since that's what I'm mostly asked about. If anything, it shows how impressive the world building in the franchise is for the whole foundation of my blog to be set upon mostly just the species content.

Asari

They think it's a little novel of a holiday

Surprisingly down to participate in it, both to "welcome our new human neighbours" and because they're genuinely intrigued

Most asari are hardcore

They take the costume making part of Halloween very seriously

A good handful of them do end up dressing up as Aria

Doesn't end well.

The first year of Halloween to them is a big hit

Becomes a whole trend and the Next Big Thing

Then like all trends, it ends up simmering down with time

A couple decades into the future and only some asari still celebrate Halloween, mostly the ones with human relatives or friends

But a lot of houses, stores, and even offices keep a honorary candy bowl for humans during this time of year

More as an accommodation

Human demand free candy from you during this one day, it's a given fact across the galaxy

And the asari are nothing but courteous and considerate of other species' customs.

The asari only ever hand out asari candy, absolutely refuse buying anything else.

-

Turians

You give the war nerds a chance to dress up as their favourite hero and expect them NOT to jump on it?

They even use real guns and weapons in their costumes

Aren't in it for the candy

Frankly they can't even eat 90% of it, and houses rarely have dextro candy soo...

They're content with being the person with the most badass Halloween costume in the room

Get too into character, however.

Especially the ones cosplaying as a specter

Especially the ones cosplaying as a certian specter Sniper from an infamous Normandy team

Turians think humans have the right idea about Halloween but the wrong execution

Everything is too easy it's...too boring

Where is the pizzazz? Where are the stakes?

The tricks. Oh yes the tricks

Instead of freely offering candy, you must impress the whole turian household first before they deem you fitting of receiving their favour

Sometimes whole competitions are put in place

They like it enough to incorporate an altered version of trick treating into their own holiday calendar

At least the human Halloween parties are fun

Turian houses hand out energy candy bars and dextro candy, which is...poisonous to humans.

-

Angara

So why can't they just give you the candy right away?

Why do you have to wait and dress up?

You can just ask, they'll give you free candy any day :)

Despite their words, they're the most likely species to pick "trick" when approached

They're just curious, they wanna see what trick you have up your sleeves

What do you mean "it's just a saying"

You don't have anything prepared? Then why did you offer in the first place

Now they're just disappointed, human.

They find the holiday a little strange, some are sceptical of how it could be enjoyable, others are very intrigued and excited

Chances are the angara would just observe the humans from afar

At least in the first Halloween year before deciding to take a dip in the pool

Others straight up immediately canonballing into the whole Halloween thing from day one

They end up enjoying it more than they thought. Going door to door and seeing their neighbours, meeting other friendly faces

They still don't see a point for the rehearsed lines, why not just ask directly for candy?

A lot of Angara do actually bother to prepare a trick

Ringing the doorbell to an angaran household, the door opens for you to be greated by one of the mothers looking at you in endearment

She compliments your costume, little nitpicky with the details, but hey, it's her sincere opinions

Lifting your candy bucket up in anticipation

You receive!

Goob

A scoop of yummy angaran goob piped into candy wrappings

As your treat

[actuallyadhd]

hi, sorry in advance if this isn't the kind of thing you are open to getting in your inbox, but i just don't know what to do with my feelings. i really hate my adhd. i spent my youth cruising through school and high achiever programs, being told i was going places, and nowadays i am nothing short of completely useless. i'm early in diagnosis to where i'm just starting with medication (15mg of ritalin twice a day at this stage) and haven't effects yet. it's already clear that the dose i'm going to need will be embarrassingly high.

ever since i told my friends, it's obvious that the diagnosis came out of left field for them and that they see me differently. i keep catching them giving me sympathetic looks after zoning out, fiddling with something, or presenting some other stereotypical symptom. i tried mentioning to them how i'm not getting results out of meds yet as a means of whinging since it is making me anxious and a little impatient, and their response was completely uninformed medical advice about how i should be taking them. they're also all talking about how they all probably have adhd too since we 'tend to glom together'. they're all straight-A students with no symptoms or functional issues, so i find this a little condescending. i might be imagining how they've starting talking down to me/talking slower. the diagnosis made me feel stupid enough without them acting like this, and now i just feel like a human joke.

i don't really know what the point of what i'm writing is anymore, but i'm struggling to get any assignments in, failing all my tests, my friends treat me different, my parents are unabashedly disappointed, the meds are taking too long to work, i'm lazy, dysfunctional, getting dumber every day, and my head is too fucking loud to keep living in.

i'm sick of how trying to have a thought feels like being a sentient pile of spaghetti wading through tar, and of not being able to read if my brain decides a particular paragraph is not to its liking, of not remembering anything, of struggling and not even being able to remember and articulate what with, and all the other bullshit. i probably just have to wait this out while we figure out meds, but i'm sorry for using this inbox to vent because i think that's what i'm doing as i can't really go to my friends. feel absolutely no pressure to respond, i might have just needed to wright this down and see it sent off somewhere. any advice is welcome if you have it though, lol.

Sent August 16, 2024

Oof, I'm so sorry you're feeling this way. There's a lot here, so I'm going to try and go through it a bit at a time and tackle everything as I go.

First, this is absolutely the kind of thing I'm here to try and help with. No worries at all on that.

Second, this is a long one, so I'm putting in a cut.

I understand hating your ADHD. You feel how you feel, and that's okay. Reaching out for help is a fantastic way to deal with those emotions.

It sounds like you were a gifted student, and now that you have less of a schedule being imposed on you, you're struggling. That is totally normal, but it also sucks a lot.

You aren't "achieving your potential" or meeting expectations, and at this point they aren't just others' expectations, they're your own. I spent several months working through this issue years ago, and it still comes up for me regularly! The friend who walked me through it was incredibly patient with me, and their job in this case seemed to mainly consist of "why do you think you need to do this thing?" and then just continually asking why until we got to the bottom of it all.

Once you know what's at the base of the expectations, you're in a way better position to decide whether they're expectations you want to try to meet.

One of the good things about getting diagnosed is that it gives you information. Now you know why things are hard, and you can start looking for solutions that will actually work with your brain. You may find some of those solutions here, and you can always ask for help with specific issues.

Now, it's possible that Ritalin/methylphenidate isn't the right medication for you. It is also possible that the dose is too low; I don't know a lot about doses for Ritalin (I was initially put on Concerta but it was Very Bad so we switched to Dexedrine/amphetamine) but I used to know someone who took 150mg Ritalin every day, so that's a thing.

As for your friends, talk to them about how they're acting. Tell them that you don't appreciate the jokes or the different treatment. Explain that ADHD has been there all along, it just wasn't discovered earlier because your giftedness hid it. You are not a different person.

Having ADHD doesn't make you stupid. We've already established that you're gifted. I know what that's like; I was this flavour of twice-exceptional, too, and I was 28 with my ADHD was finally diagnosed. I know that doesn't help how you feel right now, but it is true.

For your school stuff, talk to your instructors about getting extensions so you can try to get caught up. Go to your school's disability services office and talk to them about what you can access in terms of accommodations. Set yourself a schedule for studying and working on assignments that you stick to no matter what.

I'm not sure why your parents are disappointed. If it's your school performance, I get it. Showing them that you're doing your best will help a lot with that. If it's the ADHD itself, that's not your fault. ADHD is hugely genetic, so it's just a thing that happens and probably you have relatives who also have ADHD, or at least people who would probably qualify for a diagnosis.

Medication can take a while to figure out, and it can be difficult to deal with waiting while you get the right medication and the right dose. At the same time, you may not notice a difference right away; so much depends on the person and the medication.

Now, you are not lazy or getting "dumber" every day. You have ADHD, which means you have executive dysfunction. That is hard because the world is not set up for people like us, so when we struggle we compare ourselves to other people and that's never a good idea.

I have a suggestion for helping you feel better about yourself, and then I have some resources for you to look at.

Start a scrapbook that's just about good things about you. Make a page for things you're interested in (or a page per interest). Do something about your favourite colour, things you have done for other people, etc. The idea is that then you can look at this book and remind yourself of the good things about who you are as a person.

As for resources, here are a couple of posts over on the main Actually ADHD site that might help with some of what you're struggling with. Most of the posts there include printables, so do have a look and see if those might help you at all.

Followers, do you have any other suggestions for this anon?

-J

[eightmakesonebraincell]

mafia atz still on my mind!!!!!

ok imagine…

hongjoong who back hugs you while you hack into another mafia boss’ system because they were doing bad shit and kisses your neck slowly, implying a certain… activity to do later

seonghwa who returns home exhausted from his missions and just snuggles up to you with a dreamy smile, finally relaxing and all his tensions visibly disappearing

yunho who makes obnoxious, stupid, but silly sex jokes about you and him to the others, especially wooyoung after seeing his reaction the first time

yeosang who wraps his entire body around you when another mission goes wrong, kissing the top of your head when all is safe and rubs his thumbs over your cheeks

san who personally takes down each and every mafia member who betrayed you, having zero regrets whatsoever, even if they beg on their knees in front of him

mingi who helps clean up the bar, randomly beginning to hum a tune and eventually taking your hand and dancing with you while you’re both giggling uncontrollably

wooyoung who opens a pack of gummy bears while spending time with you during your shift, making them all stand to face you and claiming “it’s a gummy bear mafia!!!!!” with the cutest smile ever

jongho who makes up for all the lost years by singing a song he wrote when he first left because of how much he missed you every night before you sleep, knowing it always did the trick whenever you claim you weren’t sleepy

mafia ateez lives in my mind permanently

- mafia anon

kept this ask in my inbox for so long because i had to go hike a mountain, touch some grass and look at the sky after reading your ask. mafia!ateez fr make me feel things i'm gonna kiss you on the forehead for this

c/w: suggestive/nsfw, violence, crime, injuries, weapons

mafia!hongjoong sometimes likes to challenge your limits - intellectually and physically. his fingers are knuckle-deep inside of you as he watches you attempt to infiltrate past a complex firewall. “if you can get past it in the next ten minutes, i’ll give you a reward and let you cum on my fingers, kitten”

mafia!seonghwa is cold, calculating and terrifying to others, but is soft, nurturing and unguarded with you. the stoney expression on his face slips away as soon as he comes home and he opens his arms wide as you rush forward towards him. his mind becomes calm and silent when you drag him to the couch to lay his head down in your lap, your fingers gently running through his long hair

mafia!yunho deliberately uses his earpiece to flirt with you, knowing fully well that it flusters you and the members alike. he tells you, and the rest of the team by extension, that your ass looks good from where he’s perched three buildings across the street, watching over you through his sniper’s 8x scope

mafia!yeosang refuses to get the cut on his arm treated until you’ve been attended to, even though you barely received a scratch under his protection. you manage to convince yeosang that you’re okay and that he needs to get his arm looked at. but even then, yeosang sits you on his thighs and wraps his uninjured arm securely around your waist

mafia!san flips the safety off his gun as he aligns the barrel to the man’s forehead. around him, the rest of crescent lay dead already; their lives the price for betraying you. san pulls the trigger and you can see the immediate softening of his merciless gaze when he turns around to wrap you in his embrace. “you’ll always be safe with me, sweetheart”

mafia!mingi brings you a vintage record player the next time he visits, because you had offhandedly mentioned how nicely some music would add to the vibes of your bar. mingi deliberately selects slow jazz and R&B vinyls so that he has an excuse to sneak up behind you, grab your hand and twirl you into an intimate dance with him 

mafia!wooyoung lets out a dramatic wail each time you eat one of the gummy bears that he has just placed on your countertop. he demands that you give him a kiss on the cheek as compensation for murdering his mafia members in cold blood. wooyoung flushes the same shade of red as the gummy bear you just ate when you decide to kiss his lips this time

mafia!jongho tucks you in closer against his chest when you sleep because he knows you still get nightmares about your father, even if you claim that you’re fine. you really are, though, because there is nothing more comforting than the gentle rumbling of his chest against your cheek as he hums a lullaby he wrote for you

[ironladders]

do you have any ashrah and/or syzoth headcanons? it could be about anything, their upbringings, their mundane day to day lives, habits they have, whatever you want to talk about. im moreso talking as individuals but if you have headcanons about their relationship you can include those too!

i forgot this was in my inbox whoops

for ashrah:

likes to get up early in the morning. she never slept for long while wandering outworld, and at wu shi members have to be up at around sunrise anyways.

enjoys documentaries about earthrealm history. she likes movies in general, but she prefers to watch the ones that give the most information on her new home

a bit taller than sareena, even without heels

her demonic/dark magic is purple so i think her demon form may be purple as well. purple, with glowing bright marks in lieu with sareena’s form

whenever she gets in a fight against quan chi + the sisterhood of shadow, she tries to spare as many shadow sisters as possible. ashrah knows better than anyone how everything they do for quan chi is not of their free will

of all the earthrealmers she gets along with raiden & fujin the best, followed by kai. not that she dislikes the others of course lol

i’ve put this in my art already but the marking between her eyes is where a third eye used to be

sometimes when she closes her eyes, ashrah sees the moment she slayed her sisters

the netherrealm was a very violent & hard place to grow up in. ashrah, sareena, kia, and jataaka stuck together for survival purposes, because if you were a young demon that’s vulnerable with no allies your chances of survival drop significantly.

if she were a d&d class she’d be a paladin

one time ashrah tried madam bo’s “special tea” (which is implied to be a hallucinogenic in a few intros) believing it wouldn’t affect her since she’s not fully human, only to end up hallucinating some of her wildest fantasies. the next day she was bedridden with the worst headache ever

big sweet tooth. she loves discovering all the fun treats on earthrealm

didn’t know how to swim for the longest time since the netherrealm’s only body of “water” is the sea of blood

sleeps with datusha under her pillow. even in earthrealm, in the quarters of wu shi academy and surrounded by some of earthrealm’s best fighters, ashrah knows that quan chi is looking to find & bring her back to being under his control. until he is gone from this life, she will never feel truly safe.

for syzoth:

he wasn’t necessarily an adult when he first left zaterra, but was the equivalent of a late teen in zaterran years

not all of his childhood bullying was because of his mutation; syzoth was picked on by bullies for lots of other reasons, but when he (and those around him) learned of his shapeshifting ability it only increased virtrol

one of those reasons is because he was the runt of his brood

the first time syzoth discovered he could shapeshift to look like a warmblood was in a moment of fear. he wanted to feel smaller, and then literally shifted into a smaller human form.

an artist. he designed the tattoos on his body

i color syzoth a bit paler than ashrah because growing up underground + being in shang’s lab for months = not seeing as much sun

not all zaterrans can manipulate their acid saliva like him, syzoth just learned how to do so over the years. it’s a cool trick and useful in kombat

10/10 father to his (dead) son

if it was socially acceptable to he’d walk around in human form with his tail out more

grew up in zikandur but not necessarily in the heart of it. more on the outskirts of zikandur, on the border of another province

the first time he went back to zaterra and shifted into his natural form other zaterrans went “dude why are you naked” and syzoth had to explain warmbloods do not make clothes that fit zaterrans. one of the first things he did with his emissary money is purchase clothes from zaterra that would fit his natural form

that finger twitching he does is a nervous tick he has. if syzoth’s extremely stressed, the twitching will increase in frequency/speed and other parts of his body may also twitch as well

claustraphobic thanks to shang tsung

not a fan of interacting with much of outworld’s court members due to their opinions on his kind. the members with said prejudices try to act kind, but syzoth has been around warmbloods long enough to be able to spot even the tiniest microagressions

autistic

while he happily works for mileena and lives alongside warmbloods in sun do, there is a part of syzoth that will always be cautious of the royal family. syzoth experienced firsthand what it was like to grow up in a world where he and his people were blatant victims of bigotry, all under sindel’s so-called golden age. if it were to come down to it, he would side with zaterra over the rest of outworld.

for their relationship:

got together about a year after the main story’s events

syzoth was shy about it at first, but as him and ashrah got more comfortable being romantically affectionate, he increased how touchy he gets by tenfold. next to quality time, one of syzoth’s favorite forms of affection is physical touch

one time ashrah more or less invited herself along to a trip to zikandur and the zaterrans there all witnessed firsthand a relationship between their local freak and a demon. it was a very strange day

when they sleep, ashrah tends to stay still while syzoth moves around a lot. so whenever they share a bed, what results is ashrah being a heat source that ends up in syzoth’s arms and rolls around with him as he moves and shifts in his sleep. at first it kept her awake, but she eventually got used to it.

ashrah’s flirty-ness caught syzoth off guard when it first happened and sometimes still does

the first time ashrah ever flirted with syzoth was relatively early on in their relationship. syzoth was trying to take things slow and be a gentleman, but ashrah saying what she said so boldly threw him for a loop and mentally go “OH GREAT HEAVENS” while trying to stutter out a response

ashrah misses syzoth’s presence whenever he leaves for outworld, so over time she collects things of his to keep in an attempt to fill that void. she currently has a few of his shirts, some old scales that shed off, and anything else that he’s brought over to her.

sareena sometimes third wheels them

they like to kiss and caress each other’s scars/markings. ashrah enjoys tracing her fingers on the scars on syzoth’s face, followed by the tattoos on his body. syzoth will always seize the opportunity to slowly kiss every inch of ashrah’s demonic markings on her body—it’s his way of letting her know that he loves her, even like this

something about datusha makes syzoth nervous. he can’t place it, and will not voice this to ashrah because he believes he’s just overthinking it, but there is something about the kriss that does not sit right with him.

the only people who knew of their feelings for each other pre-relationship were tanya and baraka. raiden also suspected something between them, but chose to mind his own business.

they like to relax together away from other people. nothing wrong with socializing of course, but their visits always have a time limit and they would both prefer to use those to get some alone time and catch up

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Can I request a treat for recovery for a pairing of your choosing from The Hobbit?

Yes you may! I decided to go with Nwalin for the humor factor and my first attempt was WAY too whumpish so I hope you enjoy the final version. 😊

Dwalin held his boots in his good hand as he tiptoed across the room. He held his other arm, in its sling, tight to his body so as not to jar his shoulder, but every so often he couldn’t help but hiss in pain. He was almost to the front door when a voice appeared out of nowhere.

“Don’t! Even think about it.”

Dwalin sighed and hung his head as he dropped his boots to the ground. He had been so close. He turned back around to see Nori standing there, tapping his foot with an eyebrow raised.

“Going out for a stroll?” He asked.

“If I say yes, will you let me go?”

Nori rolled his eyes and Dwalin took that as an immediate ‘no’. He sighed again, heavier this time, as he marched over to the armchair where he plopped straight down. He immediately regretted the action as a curse escaped him when his elbow hit the arm of the chair.

“Oh yeah, you definitely look like you should be out training right now. I don’t even know why Oin restricted you to two weeks of bed rest.”

“It’s not that bad.” Dwalin grunted, even as he allowed Nori to set a pillow under his arm.

“You were thrown from a ram down a ravine. You’re lucky you didn’t hit your fool head on the way down.” Nori snapped. “Now can I bribe you with some of Bilbo’s homemade biscuits to keep you put?”

Dwalin grudgingly gave his assent. He swears it was some sort of hobbit magic to make those damn things so tasty. Nori brought him back a small plateful, planting a kiss on Dwalin’s brow. He had been doing that a lot lately, and was becoming more like his older brother the longer he had to play nursemaid to Dwalin. Not that Dwalin would ever tell him that. He did value life after all. 

“I can’t stay cooped up like this. It’s not in my nature.” Dwalin complained between bites.

Nori gave him a smirk, and Dwalin narrowed his eyes, daring him to say something as he munched down on another biscuit. Very carefully, Nori lowered himself onto Dwalin’s lap, pushing the biscuits away so he could wrap his arms around Dwalin’s neck.

“Tell you what.” He punctuated with a kiss. “You stay here with me for one more day, and I’ll see about getting you back on duty for half the day. What do you say?”

“What would we be doing?” Dwalin smirked.

Nori leaned in and gave him a deep, toe-curling kiss before pulling away to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.”

Dwalin was nodding enthusiastically without even giving it a second thought. “We have a deal.”

Trick or Treat My Inbox

[neongreenllama]

You said Antifa Wolfstarbucks and who am I to disagre????? Here are some random unorganised thoughts, just pure word vomit straight from my brain into your inbox!! you're welcome/I'm sorry!!

So Sirius and James probably go to protests all the time, they're such a good team (thinking of that drabble you wrote for the trick or treat ask a while ago <3). But one time they get separated at a protest and Sirius randomly bumps into this guy who's just dancing to Bella Ciao, eyes closed, like the world around him doesn't exist. As established, Sirius is gone for him, listens to Cordula Grün on repeat, we know the drill. Sirius and James eventually find each other again and Sirius can't shut up about the guy he just saw, and how perfect and hot he is. I think Sirius and James are already in a relationship at that point, but they're open and love telling each other about their crushes and other partners/dates. Maybe they're even relationship anarchists? 🖤

So anyways a week or so later they're at a soli party and Sirius is busy playing table football against Peter and James is just out there being a social butterfly, socializing with everyone at the party becoming bffs with anyone who doesn't run away quickly enough, and then he sees Remus, sitting in a corner, reading Karl Marx because he's not like other commies, he actually reads Marx and he needs everyone to know it, you know? James casually walks over to Remus and starts a conversation about Marx, and at first Remus takes one look at James and sighs, thinking he's just another rich guy who doesn't get it but the longer they talk the more he realizes James is actually kind of smart and knows what he's talking about? AND he's cute?? But then James's boyfriend comes over and gives off the WEIRDEST vibes ever, poking James in the ribs, raising his eyebrows and telepathically communicating something to James that Remus doesn't understand at all. James's boyfriend may be the hottest person Remus has ever seen but he's definitely giving off super weird and awkward vibes when he pulls James to the side and says, a bit too loudly, "James, das ist Cordula Grün!!!!" whatever the fuck that means, anarchist weirdos, speaking in code.

Anyways James is very excited by this revelation and goes to buy them all some more beers and maybe a round of Pfeffi, and then another and then another, and James and his boyfriend are now sitting next to Remus on the couch, his little communist manifesto book long forgotten, now being used as a coaster for the Sterni bottle. Anyways, the party eventually dies down but they're not done with their political discussions, reform vs revolution isn't something that can be settled over just 3 drinks, so James casually mentions that his and Sirius's flat is near by, they could stop by a Späti for some more drinks and maybe some snacks or other stuff and continue this at home?

And Remus is so oblivious, of course he goes with them to talk some more about politics, nothing else, what else would these two extremely hot guys who have been casually touching him all evening (in a purely platonic, very friendly way!!!) want from him? Sure, they were all joking about having a threesome and Sirius actually picked up condoms on their way home but they were only joking, they would never actually be into Remus? Sirius and James probably just needed condoms anyways so it just made sense that Sirius bought them when they were in the store. And if Sirius looked at Remus and asked him which brand he preferred that was purely so he didn't feel excluded when third wheeling a couple, which was so nice of him, looking out for his very platonic new friend. Remus is a bit sad they were only joking about the threesome because he really thinks Sirius and James are both extremely hot, AND they actually get Marx? They're basically his dream guys, but *sigh* they would never actually go for someone like Remus, who is he kidding?

So they get to their apartment, and Remus immediately goes to sit at the kitchen table, they're here to settle the age old reform vs revolution debate after all, but James and Sirius just give him a weird look, and James casually suggests the couch in the living room might be a bit more comfy? And Sirius puts out some candles, which he probably only does because his eyes are tired, so he needs soft lighting, that must be why. It's so funny, because he actually says "let me put on some candles for mood lighting, to make it a bit more romantic for us", and Remus just laughs, he loves Sirius's sense of humor, that guy is so funny!! He even kissed him on the mouth when he said it, just a quick little peck and then he got all flustered and red in the face, probably because James was watching them with a grin. They're such good new friends, Remus really likes them and hopes he will get over his crushes quickly so he can actually become friends with them!

Remus is so happy when he sees they have all the books of Das Kapital in their flat, and he stands in front of the bookshelves, looking fondly at his hero, Karl Marx, when James comes up behind him and gives him a back massage, which is so nice of him, Remus did mention he carried a lot of tension in his back, and James is such a nice guy and already a good friend for taking care of him like that.

Sirius puts on music [sidenote: wolfstarbucks playlist? there are SO MANY songs called Liebe zu Dritt, it took me a while to find the one I was thinking of LOL!] and Remus can't NOT dance, it's just such a deep instinct, he hears good music - he has to dance! The lyrics are really funny to him, again another classic example of Sirius's sense of humor!! And the lyrics even mention communism, so he feels very seen. James has gone from massaging his back to just holding his hips and swaying to the music with him and when remus looks back because he wants to compliment Sirius's music choices he sees them making out?? And at first he's a bit taken aback, because that's kind of rude to make him feel like such a third wheel but then Sirius grabs him and they all dance together and he honestly also thinks it's kind of hot that James and Sirius are so open with their love, and he loves watching them, so really, he doesn't mind if they occasionally kiss while they all dance. They keep giving him these looks though, and if he didn't know that they're way out of his league he would almost think they're prompting him to flirt back and kiss one of them? But surely he's mistaken, they couldn't possibly be into him, they're way too hot!!

NOT YOU SENDING ME AN ENTIRE FIC IN MY ASK BOX

Never apologize for your word vomit! (You call it unorganized thoughts but it's an entire fic) And it's Wolfstarbucks!!! WOLFSTARBUCKS EVERYONE STOP SCROLLING!!!! You have no idea how much I love this!!! I don't even know what to say this is perfect begnning to end

I love the Prongsfoot and their amazing communication and being completely open with each other and trusting and 🥺

Ad Remus "I'm not like the other girls" Lupin! And being completely oblivious the whole time!!?? Honeyyyyy, they're so obvious 😭😭😭 The candles and the dancing and the COndOmS bdjsksksjlsjdjd I can't

AND WHAT THEN??? CAT WHAT HAPPENS THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOPPING RIGHT THERE?!! 😭

Will Remus get it eventually? Or will he be say "well it was nice" and go home and everyone ends up totally disappointed? Will they see each other again? Or will they fuck and Remus remains oblivious the whole time? "Just friends doing each other a favor"? "They didn't want me to feel left out"??? Will they start dating and Remus will never know? What happens when he does figure it out? How happy will he be that those two hot amazing guys want him? How will they go to protests in the future? I NEED ANSWERS! If you ever decide to write a second part to this I will love you forever

[gogogoat495]

Doorstep Open!

Hey, I just thought of something I can do for inbox trick-or-treating! If you send me an ask, then I can give you a list of songs based on pairing the characters in your username. It's all instrumental VGM, so if that's your jam, head on over. I'm marathoning Over the Garden Wall for the first time, since I hear it's a good show for Spooky Night, so it might take me a bit to get back to you, but anyone who drops by tonight (or tomorrow, just in case) will get answered! This is absolutely not part of a plan to indoctrinate my followers into Touhou, who told you I was handing out Touhou music specifically?

Happy Halloween!

Tagging everyone who's ever messaged me: @aro-geo-turtle, @askerror87, @bastardjpeg

[haztobegood]

✨ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨

Thank you @reminiscingintherain for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

67, soon to be 68 with the Trick or Treat Fest ficlet I've written!

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

359,280

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Direction. I've written some 1d rare pairs which adds BBC Radio 1, Music, Fashion Model, and Actor RPF to my fandoms list in ao3.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Nailed By Louis, Not Another Lonely Christmas, All That You Need, The Prince and The YouTuber, Take on Me

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Not right away but I do respond. I read them as soon as I see the email notification, but I wait to respond until I need a boost. It's so nice to reread every comment in my inbox as I respond.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Surprisingly not the one that ends with MCD! My angstiest ending is a 500 word girl direction ficlet The Phantom Heart.

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

I love happy endings so it's tough to pick! I'm going to go with We're Getting Better With Time because it's about second chances, so the ending feels like a new beginning for their love.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The closest thing I've gotten to hate was a tweet about Premier Fantasies where someone was appalled by the Harry Styles/Ted Lasso pairing. It wasn't aimed at my writing, just the choice in pairing, so I took it as a compliment that I could write something that shocked people.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write it, but not as much as I used to. When I started writing I felt so much pressure to add smut into every fic because it gets better engagement, more hits, etc. But the more I've written, the less I care about the numbers.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written a couple of crossovers! Premier Fantasies is Harry Styles in the Ted Lasso universe, which was crazy just because of the pairing. I had a lot of fun writing dialogue for Ted in this one. The craziest plot-wise is Love and Other Antidotes, which is a One Direction take on Emperor's New Groove, and features Kronk, Disney style hijinks, and Harry as a little cow!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. I think short fics and rare pairs tend to be stolen less often, so so far I've been safe.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't allow translations, but someone did post a translation of one without asking. I have mixed feelings about translations.

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

I have not. I feel like as a capricorn I would want to have too much control over the story for it to be a good idea.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I read and write Larry fics the most, but I also love Niall/Greg James as a pairing and think their dynamic is so underrated.

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

My very first fic. It's a werewolf pack fic I started plotting in 2017. I didn't get very far before hitting some major plot holes that I was too inexperienced as a writer to be able to fill. I have grown so much as a writer since then that it wouldn't be the same fic with the same purpose as when I started writing it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

My biggest strength is that I write for myself. I love writing short oneshots even though long fics are get more kudos. I adore the humor of crack fics, even though angsty fics get more hits. I will tackle any new rare pair I want, even if I'm the only person that will read it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am a creature of habit and my habits have been disturbed. I'd worked hard to develop a habit of writing a couple of times a week, and it was going so well. But after moving and other life changes in the last year, it's been difficult to find the time or energy to write. I wish I could flip on the motivation like a switch.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

There are a couple of books I remember because of the author's use of code switching throughout the dialogue, and I think it can be really powerful for some stories. But since English is my native language, I would only use it for my own writing if it added to the story, and if had the time to properly research and get it reviewed.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The phandom in 2016 but I didn't post it back then. One Direction was the first fandom where I shared my fic.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

I'm going to do this by category because I can't choose only one:

Larry fic: We're Getting Better With Time Girl Direction fic: Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away) Rare Pair fic: Now All The Clouds Been Lifted Ficlet: Through the Static

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Tagging: @allwaswell16 @hazzabeeforlou @beelou @evilovesyou @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @kingsofeverything @banaanipoika9 @justanothershadeofblue @disgruntledkittenface @zanniscaramouche

[babyhoneyheslt]

Welcome to my blog🥰

Hi! My name is Meg, I write, read and occasionally I draw! I love Harry Styles and One Direction and I really hope you’ll enjoy my blogs, and maybe even check out my fics🥰

WIPS

Into The Mist

Sneaking on board the famous pirate ship Compass Arrow to get a story for his journalist father, Harry must do everything to keep a low profile. But when one of the crew discovers him, hiding from the ruthless Captain Tommo becomes almost impossible.

Chapters 11/?

The Secret City - A Series

Forgotten Kingdom

Louis had always loved ruined cities and had always been obsessed with Glyswing Kingdom, a city that many believed to be a myth. Moving into his grandparents house for renovations, he never expected to find what could be the long forgotten kingdom.

Castles Crumbling Down

With Harry freed, the kingdom crumbled down around them, prompting a quick escape.

Fish Out of Sea - Series

Take Me To Another World

After escaping from the neighbouring kingdom, Harry finds himself on land for the first time. Despite knowing he should go back home, he lets his curiosity get the better of him.

When a mishap with discovering socks happens, he meets Louis who takes him out for coffee, and finds that Louis doesn’t quite meet the stereotype of humans.

Speak Now Vault

Timeless

After visiting an antiques shop, Harry gets transported through time, and discovers that he and Louis are Timeless.

Based on Taylor Swift's Timeless

Castles Crumbling

Being an unmated Omega and a king, Harry came under a lot of scrutiny. But when he makes a deal with Scotland, his world comes crashing down.

Louis had lost family due to the deal, and he planned to extract revenge. But when he finds Harry, he realises the country had been lied to.

Based on Castles Crumbling by Taylor Swift.

Electric Touch

Harry had given up on love, until his friend Zayn sets him up on a blind date with Louis.

Based on Electric Touch by Taylor Swift

Completed

The Nights and Dangerous Tricks (Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

Holmes Chapel had always been known for having the least amount of murders in the whole of the UK, however that all changes in the span of a month. Residents are all on high alert, waiting vigilant while police investigate.

Harry Styles lives alone, leaving him the perfect target to the murderers. However, maybe his good looks and pretty green eyes will spare him his life. For now.

Chapters 10/10

Unrequited - A Larry Medieval A/B/O

Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy.

Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly.

However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn't know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

Chapters 35/35

The Silver Dagger

After nearly being kidnapped by Prince Ben of Denmark, Queen Anne and King Desmond search for a safe place for Prince Harry to stay until they find him a suitor he likes.

They choose the place no one would think to look for a prince, a pirate ship. Captain Louis Tomlinson is a privateer as well as a pirate, and is loyal to the crown, and so he vows to protect Harry to the best of his ability.

With Harry kept safe on board The Silver Dagger, his parents work to find an array of suitors, but he just might find he wants someone else.

Chapters 7/7

One Shots

Gnome One’s Home

Harry has never been a fan of gnomes, but when one mysteriously appears in his garden, he can't help but adopt it.

He should've trusted his instincts

My asks and inbox is always open so if you want to talk to me, feel free to do so! And I may take prompts if anyone wishes to send them in!🥰

[chickycherrycola]

Trick or Treat

Hiya, happy Halloween! Thanks for playing my lil trick or treat inbox game for fic writers 🎃

I am an absolute chaos gremlin who writes all my wips out of order and also works on anywhere between three and six projects at once, so I had a little trouble deciding which one to feature as a "treat"/sneak peak 😅 and the one I did decide on requires a little context!

I recently traveled to Las Vegas for my birthday, and being there inspired me to start working on an epilogue/sequel of sorts for my fic What Happens In Vegas, which was posted earlier this year as my entry for the Soul Eater fandom Resonance Bang event (my first time ever participating!). WHIV is very special to me for many reasons, so working on an epilogue feels very gratifying.

The original fic can be read on Ao3 HERE, and a preview snippet of the epilogue is under the cut!

At 3 pm, there is a knock on the door to Professor Maka Albarn's office. 

Her office, which is only just now starting to sink in that it's hers, after a period of about six months that felt more like approximately six minutes. 

It's hers, and it's not a miserably tiny, sad excuse for an office with oversized clocks and disorganized, dizzying stacks of paper. It’s respectably sized, large enough for a set of table and chairs in the corner opposite her desk, and even a plant or two - and impeccably organized to boot. It's warmly decorated with notes and gifts from her students, inspirational posters and clever knick-knacks she's accumulated over the years, and even photos - photos of her travels, her accomplishments and proudest moments. Memories made alongside the most important people in her life - her Papa and her friends and her role models.

And of course, Soul - her best friend, partner, weapon, fiancé.

That last title, she's still getting used to.

[thedisneychef]

Disneyland Snickerdoodles – Disneyland

Today’s recipe is something of a milestone… Believe it or not, this is,  hands down, without a doubt the recipe I get the most requests for. Seriously. More than Dole Whips, Le Cellier Soup, and The Grey Stuff combined. Literally, there was a point where I was getting a request for the recipe to these simple little cookies once or twice a week. Even as I type this, I check my inbox on Facebook to see not one, but two more requests from fans for these cookies  I can’t explain it I’ll admit, for a period of time I thought these requests were from the same couple of people (most likely related to The Cookie Monster in some way) made over and over and over again, but a quick little search on Google shows that these bad boys are the center of many a recipe request online, from Yahoo! Answers to Facebook and Disney food-related websites. For some reason, these little cookies have quite the cult following. So why didn’t I share the recipe before now? Well, quite simply…  I didn’t have it. And despite all claims to the contrary, very few had what could be nailed down as the legitimate, one-and-only famous Disney Snickerdoodle recipe. Again you may ask why…The reasons, as best I could uncover anyway, was because for the longest time the cookies were not made by Disney. They were brought in pre-made and pre-cooked (or pre-made but frozen for quick baking) from an outside vendor. I know this is an earth-shattering revelation for many, but it’s true. Even at places where you could find them on a rack, safely tucked on wax paper behind the sparking glass of the bakery display case, the chances were high that sweet looking little cookie was made somewhere other than Minnie’s on-site bake shop. Then sometime in the last 10ish years, Disney switched back to making these on-site again (in limited batches, available only in certain spots). But when it came to handing out the recipe, there were still roadblocks to overcome. The measurements they used were designed for batch sizes in the hundreds. As one can imagine, condensing down a recipe that makes 500+ cookies to a more household chef-friendly batch of 24 presents specific challenges. After developing a “sorry, I don’t have the recipe for Disneyland’s Snickerdoodles” form letter (again, not joking), I kind of gave up the idea of ever nailing down this treat. Such is the way with many Disney baked goods… The home chef version of the recipe was just not meant to be. Then, a breakthrough. I was looking for an email that I thought landed in my SPAM box and I just happened to find a message from Disney Guest Relations. Inside, the practically perfect and ridiculously pleasant response by one of the fantastic folks at Disney, happily sharing Disneyland’s Snickerdoodle recipe. Um…. Whaaaat? I didn’t even remember sending the email that asked for the recipe. I was stunned, but thrilled. Oh and by the way, the email they replied to was sent 6/28/2012. That’s right, they replied to an email I sent two years ago asking for this recipe. Am I the only one who thinks that’s amazing? After getting this recipe from Disney, a recipe people have been asking me about for years, an easy recipe with no exotic or expensive ingredients, a recipe that happens to be my son’s favorite type of cookie, you’d think I dropped everything and rushed to make it. Think again. Actually, I sat on it for another two or three months before deciding to try it out today. Because I’m just awesome like that. I won’t go into great detail about this because apparently everybody but me was on the “these are the most amazing cookies of all time” bandwagon well before me. Needless to say, these cookies are pretty darn amazing, they’re easy to make, and they’re even easier to sit down and eat. No real tricks to this, other than to make sure the butter is room temperature, not cold or melted. Also, trust the timing on these… The recipe says 8 minutes, but on my first batch, I was expecting something more browned so I left them in for 12 minutes. They were good, but crunchy, and they never got browned like I thought they would. The next batch I left in for exactly 8 minutes, and even though every fiber of my body screamed that they were underdone… Actually, they were perfect. And, I’m happy to say, this recipe allows me to use one of my few baking “tricks.” When it comes to rolling and then flattening these cookies, it’s hard to get that perfect “smush,” where the cookie’s thickness is even, it’s round, and there are no unsightly fingerprints on the dough (which also show up on the cookie after it’s baked). My solution? Use the flat bottom of a glass or cup to smush the cookies. I actually used one of those retro-style Coke fountain glasses from the dollar store. I got perfectly smushed cookies every time. So, here it is, after years of waiting, multiple requests, and countless hours of research thwarted by Disney’s reply to an email sent several years ago… The recipe to the Disneyland Snickerdoodle. Now here’s hoping all the people that requested this over the years don’t stop reading the website because I granted their wish. Maybe if I drop the bombshell that I have the Minnie’s Bakery chocolate chip supreme recipe people will hang out for another couple of years until I decide to try that one out? Read the full article

[leviathans-watching]

Asmodeus, Solomon and you just cuddling <33 if this was already done pls send link! thank you!!

cuddling w/ solomon & asmo

includes: solomon x asmo x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: treating this as an unofficial pt 2 to my other ficlet w them!! i hope you enjoy and ty for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request, so come say hi!!

please reblog

“i feel like this is the most time i’ve ever spent in bed in one day,” you say, and solomon laughs.

“you’re exaggerating.”

“probably,” you concede, giving his side a little pinch, “but that’s no excuse for you to be a brat.”

“hey!” solomon jerks away from you, jostling asmo, who scowls.

“i’m trying to watch tv over here,” he grumbles, and solomon and you exchange a look.

“sorry,” you say, not really all that sorry. “how can i make it up to you?”

“oh, don’t ask him that,” solomon says, reaching an arm across asmo’s chest to play with his hair, “he’ll never be satisfied.”

“you got that right,” asmo agrees, fluttering his eyelashes.

“now who’s being a brat?” solomon asks you, and you can’t help but laugh.

“the both of you.”

both boys make affronted noises but you pretend to be immersed in whatever show asmo’s watching, which looks to be full of drama and crazy plot twists. exactly up his alley.

“mc is so mean to us,” asmo says to solomon, who nods his head solemnly.

“i agree. maybe mean people shouldn’t get the luxury of cuddling with us.”

“don’t you dare,” you warn, but it's too late. they (gently) dump you onto the floor, grinning all the while. “you fuckers,” you say, when you get your bearings, “remind me why i’m with you again?”

“because you love us,” asmo croons annoyingly. “mc loves us!”

you raise an eyebrow. “oh, i do? says who?”

“your mom,” solomon says, and united for a brief moment, you and asmo both give him a glare.

“oh shut up.” you roll your eyes. “really, asmo? you choose him over me?”

“well,” asmo says, “he goes give better foot rubs.”

“that’s because i don’t want to touch your feet,” you argue, and he gasps.

“you don’t? but mc, people would pay to have the honor, you should really be considering yourself lucky!”

you stand, placing your hands on your hips. solomon lets out a low whistle.

“careful, asmo.”

“that’s it,” you say. “you’re both brats and i’m leaving.” it’s a complete bluff, of course, but it does the trick. after than a snake, solomon reaches out and grabs your wrist, tugging you back.

“no,” he whines, “don’t leave us!”

“who was the one who pushed me off of the bed in the first place?” you ask, and they have the decency to look sheepish.

“we’re sorry!” asmo cries. “but you can’t leave! you’re the best pillow!”

you sigh dramatically, allowing yourself to be tugged back into bed. “i see. you only want me for my body.”

“never,” asmo whines as he wraps himself around you, widening his eyes innocently. his freezing toes press against your leg.

“only mostly,” solomon says. “i mean, you can be kind of funny sometimes.” he rolls over until he's touching your side, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“brats,” you declare affectionately, and they laugh.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[yoichichi]

JJK when they want attention

warning(s): none !

a/n: just smth sweet rq by my mf baby 🥳!! Hope you guys like hehehehe

characters: yuuji, megumi, gojo, nanami, inumaki, nobara, & maki

Yuuji

Has literally no problem being bold faced about it I PROMISE. If he’s feeling cuddly and clingy and you guys are alone he’s whining and clinging onto you, doing any and everything in his power to convince you to come nap with him or cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. If you’re in public he has a ~method (which he definitely thinks is a total secret and he’s a genius mastermind but you’re 100% onto him and just thinks he’s so cute so you give in most of the time).

He’ll come up behind you, even if you’re taller than him, and hug you super tight around your midsection, mumbling about how tired he is and, oh gosh, how warm it would probably be under the covers if the two of you were cuddling right now. And, man, I don’t know, napping? When you giggle and give in he gets so giddy and holds your hand super tight all the way home.

Sometimes though he just wants your attention and praise so he’ll talk about things he did that day that he thinks you might be proud of him for 😭 and every time you say anything along the lines of “good job” or show your interest he gets so happy and lights up :)

Megumi

Megumi is a starer sorry not sorry LOL. You’ll even be alone, in your own shared home, and you’ll feel a pair of eyes staring at you from the other end of the couch and when you turn your head to ask what’s up he’s looking away super fast hoping you didn’t notice, as if him not so secretly turning his head away from you doesn’t give it away. He just feels so weird asking for your attention - and not just cause he’s shy but he gets all in his head about it.

He doesn’t want to seem weird asking you for attention, maybe you’re not in the mood. What if it makes you uncomfortable? What if you feel like you have to say yes? Or what if you say no and it’s awkward? How would he even ask for attention? He’s just generally an over thinker and slightly embarrassed over how much he just wants you to pay attention to him.

Over the course of your relationship though you’ve picked up on his little signs and have learned how to coerce him into letting you know what he wants, as well as giving him attention when he needs it.

Ask him a few questions about anything and through the course of the conversation you’ve somehow brought his head to your lap and are now playing with his hair until he passes out, and he’s in heaven <3

He’s very lucky to have such an attentive s/o :)!

Gojo

A WHINER. A LOUD BABY WHINER. He’ll often opt for making inappropriate comments too - even if you’re in public - to make it seem like ~that’s the reason he wants you in bed, but then he’s suddenly “super tired” and thinks cuddling is a better idea instead. Why he just can’t tell you he’s in the mood for cuddling you never know

He will blow your notifs up and not give af 😭 texting you endlessly like

(y/n)

(y/n)

(y/n)

(y/n)

I miss you :(

(y/n)

HELLOOOOO

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it’s my penis 😜

14 missed FaceTime calls from “gojo.”

I’m sorry I’m joking it’s not my penis don’t be mad :(

It’s actually not his penis

If you do answer one of his spontaneous calls though it’s just him smiling at the phone like “whatcha doingggg?” Cause he misses you and your face

He also is constantly sending you things while he’s away with work, postcards, gifts, treats, you name it. You cant blame him for missing you sm :(

And when he does get home from a trip he’s actually a bit quieter, looking forward to just wrapping you up in his arms and cuddling with you until you fall asleep. But he makes sure to stay awake so he can look at your face and think about how cute you look sleeping and probably drooling a little <3

Nanami

No words, just sighs and hands. This was particularly common when he still had his boring office job - although now with gojo he just has to give you a look when he gets home that says, “this man is gonna kill me, please just hold me.”

He’s most clingy and cuddly when he’s tired/fatigued. It’s so easy for you to coerce him to bed or to relax when he’s visibly drained cause all it takes is some quick work of your hands on his sore muscles or running through his hair, or better yet undoing his tie for him, and he’s putty in your hands. He always watches so intently too when you take the time to take off his suit jacket and tie for him, even going so far as to unbutton his shirt. You know it’s been a long day when he lets you do this and after he’s decided he’s stared at you and basked in you long enough, he grabs your cheeks and leaves you a sweet sensual kiss. He always sighs deeply and then pulls you into a hug, every once in a while you even hear him mumble about how lucky he is.

If he ever just wants your attention though he kind of makes a fussy show about it 🤭 I’m talking sighing periodically and staring at you and once you look at him like ,, yes? He starts asking you random questions about your day or just in general. He just wants you to look at him and talk to him ok?

Inumaki

Ok he’s a very different person depending on whether you’re in public or in private:

In public it’s a lot more subtle cues. Like fidgeting with your hands a lot, tugging on your clothes even or sometimes staring at you really trying to work up the puppy dog act like :( cuddles please?? Or if you’re sitting down somewhere maybe he’ll rest his head on his shoulder to really signal to you he’s feeling cuddly. There was only one time where he had to take drastic measures and text you cause you just were NOT taking the hint.

You were busy listening to Yuuji and rambling back and forth with him when your phone suddenly went off and it was a text from Toge that just said “🤨 give me 10 reasons why I don’t have you in bed right now cuddling with me.😐 since when did yuuji talking about dogs suddenly become so interesting 🧐?” LIKE ABSJAJSJAA

In private it’s a very similar attitude at times he’s just physically more bold. Like he’s not above picking you up and carrying you somewhere he can hold you and kiss all over your cheeks <3 he’s a little less bratty about it when it comes to you two cause he knows you want affection just as much as he does at those times :) although he thinks making a show of things is very funny to him

Nobara

Her favorite form of affection and attention from you is lowkey head pats or when you ruffle her hair. It all started when she did some trivial thing and as a joke you reached your hand over to ruffle her hair and tell her how good of a job she did, and sure it was funny but man what she wouldn’t give to have you do that again.

So now she often finds herself babbling on to you about all the things she’s done recently that she’s proud of when she wants your attention, hoping you’ll praise her again in any way. She especially loves when it’s unexpected though, when she’s not fishing for praise and she just gets it. Or rather any kind of compliment really. Something about it makes her heart soar <3

She also really likes when you do her makeup so she’ll often ask you to try things on her or to even do your makeup <3 even if you’re just playing around, it feels so soothing and she loves getting to stare at you so close I love her I gtg

Maki

She likes to pester when she’s feeling clingy. Checks in with you and any responsibilities you may have so she can immerse herself in them with you and just work on things with you :) like no matter what it is she’ll find a way to get herself involved 😭 she really just wants extra quality time with you and will find any way to do it without seeming too ~mushy, mushy just isn’t really her thing

When she wants to cuddle though she’ll try to trick you into thinking you need rest HSKJJAJA

“You seem tired, why don’t you rest. I’ll help you fall asleep.”

Or

“Hmm you look pretty sore. I’ll go run you a bath, sit and wait here.”

Acts of service anyone?

Also, praise is actually kind of important from you, she never really received it much growing up having dealt with her family, and doesn’t feel like she needs it to feel proud of herself. But something about hearing you praise her over even the tiniest things has her feeling some type of way every single time.

Y’all just love and cherish each other what can I say <3

Pls leave comments, flood my inbox, Rb, whatever u prefer I just love hearing your kind words :D love and miss these fools 😪 and as always I really hope you guys enjoyed my first jjk piece :)!

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[pillage-and-lute]

Prompt: Either out of embarrassment or being a little shit, Jaskier lies outrageously to Geralt about humans (on the level of “I’m molting” or “These? They’re rocks, to snack on.”) and might get away with it?

Hi Dahliavandare! I always love seeing you in my inbox. I changed this just a *teeny* bit. WARNING: VERY SLIGHTLY HORNY (it’s Jaskier, duh) There is also a little bit of angst because Jaskier gets sick.

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“Jaskier,” Geralt growled.

“What?” The young bard yelped. “I wasn’t even singing that time.”

“No, you just--hmmm.”

“I just hmmm what?” Jaskier asked, pausing in his near-constant strumming.

“You smell like...hmm.”

“I smell?” Jaskier said, both hands planted on his hips. “That’s pretty rich coming from you, my friend--”

“Not friends.”

“You smell like a barn. Anyway-”

“No, Jaskier,” Geralt said, running one, gloved hand through his hair. “Witchers can sort of smell emotions, right?”

Jaskier looked up at him, a sudden hint of anxiety in his scent. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Not entirely.” Geralt shook his head as if clearing a thought from it. “We can’t smell complex things, but joy, fear, anger...desire.”

Jaskier, for once, didn’t look at Geralt, studying instead the flowers at the side of the road. “Desire?”

“I-yes.” Geralt said. “And I wanted to know if all humans smell like...”

“Desire?” Jaskier said, then began talking fast. “Oh yes, of course, most humans, especially my age, well, they smell like this all the time. All the time. Naturally.”

It sort of checked out, at least to Geralt’s thinking. Young humans were horny, and although the overriding scent when Geralt was around was fear, he remembered being a teenager, with all the baggage that entailed at Kaer Morhen, and yes, constantly horny was among those memories. Jaskier himself was definitely still young by human standards, perhaps twenty or so from his youthful features. 

Geralt chalked the horniness up to humanity and hormones and left it at that. 

--- 

Later on, Geralt had other questions related to humanity, more specifically that part of humanity that included Jaskier. 

“I thought humans couldn’t eat those?” Geralt couldn’t, he’d eaten one during training on a dare and spent the next day with his head in the privy.

Jaskier looked down at the mushroom in his hand. It was a beautiful, bright red, with little white spots. He’d been snacking on similar ones for the last mile or so. 

“Of course we can,” he said. “Humans eat these all the time.” There was a rising tone in his voice that indicated something, but as Geralt had mentioned before, witchers couldn’t actually smell the more complicated emotions. 

“They, um,” Jaskier said. “They just can’t be eaten by humans during-er- during summer. It’s fall now, so it’s okay.”

Geralt shrugged. What did he know of human biology? He wouldn’t be eating another of them ever, at any time. His stomach lurched a little just at the thought.

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“You didn’t buy the ring.”

Jaskier looked up at Geralt, eyes bright in the sunshine. The bustle of the market around them pushed against him like a tide, but a little patch of space was left around Geralt. Jaskier stepped into the space. “The ring?”

“You liked it,” Geralt grunted. “I could tell.” It had been a little thing, cheaply made of poor materials, but the bard’s eyes had lit up upon seeing the little buttercup detailing, and he’d admired for several minutes, although without touching. 

Jaskier shrugged. “It was made of iron.”

“And?”

“Human’s can’t wear iron, Geralt.”

“Then why did the man sell it?” 

“Well some humans can wear it of course, those with very tough skin, but I’m delicate.” Jaskier sniffed. 

“Humans...can’t wear iron?” It didn’t sound right.

“Not right up close to their skin,” Jaskier said. “It turns us, um, purple.”

Geralt shrugged it off. He’d once been called to a castle where a baron had believed himself cursed because his finger was turning green, but he’d simply been wearing a cheap brass ring.

---

After the first winter they met again in the spring something was definitely different.

“Your freckles,” Geralt said.

“What about them?” Jaskier said, looking away.

What about them indeed. They glimmered like chips of mica. At first Geralt had thought it a trick of the light, but no, there was a definite glitter to Jaskier’s skin.

“They’re...shining?”

Jaskier cocked his head at Geralt, cheeks shimmering. “Geralt,” he said slowly. “You know humans shimmer in the spring...right?” 

Shimmer?

“I’d never noticed,” Geralt said. Admittedly he paid a little more attention to Jaskier than perhaps he ought, but still, one would think he’d have seen this before.

“It’s part of the growing process,” Jaskier said. 

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“Jaskier, your cheeks are red,” Geralt said, stepping out of the small bathtub the inkeeper had brought up. He stepped closer to the bard, still naked and dripping water, and pressed the back of his hand to Jaskier’s forehead.

“Nnhgh,” Jaskier said.

“Are you well?” Geralt asked, cupping Jaskier’s flushed face with his other hand. It didn’t feel like he had a fever.

Jaskier pushed his hands away, face even redder than before.

“I’m perfectly fine, Geralt,” he said, higher pitched than usual. “Human faces get red for no reason now...put on some pants.”

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“Jaskier you’re drunk,” Geralt said. It was a pretty obvious statement, considering he had his bard draped over him like a shawl.

“Hehe, yep,” Jaskier said, reaching up with one, long finger and tracing Geralt’s jawline with it. 

“You didn’t have any alcohol, I’m sure of it.” Jaskier normally had an extremely high alcohol tolerance in any case.

“‘O course not,” Jaskier said, leaning even more fully into Geralt’s hold. “Had milk.”

“Milk can’t get people drunk.”

“Milk can’t get witchers drunk,” Jaskier slurred. “Get’s humans drunk though, dunnit?”

“Can it?”

“Yeah, definitely, not the kids, but like, how often do you see, like adult humans drinkin’ milk?”

Not often, Geralt thought. He put Jaskier to bed in the inn and it was like pouring an octopus into a bucket. One loose yet gripping arm pulled Geralt closer to Jaskier, the bard leaned in and brushed soft lips to Geralt’s cheekbone.

Geralt wondered if it was another mystery of humans that the spot seemed to tingle all night and he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it.

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Geralt clutched Jaskier as the bard fell to his knees, groaning. His face was sickly in it’s palor and he was trembling. He’d just lurched up from the table at the inn and stumbled to the door. Geralt had followed him and the young bard had just collapsed like this.

“Jaskier,” he said, clutching a chilled cheek, his other hand seeking one of Jaskier’s. “Jaskier what’s wrong.”

“Lemon,” Jaskier whispered, lacing shaking finger’s with Geralt’s. “In the fish, there was lemon.”

“Lemon’s fine, isn’t it?” Geralt asked, slow heart racing as he looked into eyes that were becoming glassy and clouded.

Jaskier shook his head and it seemed to exhaust him.

“’S fine for humans.” He said. “Not fae.”

“Fae,” Geralt said, cradling his friend. “Jaskier you’re not making sense.” 

“Mmh,” Jaskier said, smiling sadly. His face changed, his eyes going glow bright and his ears lengthening a little. His skin took on a slightly green tint. 

Geralt looked into the face of his fae bard, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone and the shimmering freckles there. “How do I heal you, you have to tell me.”

Jaskier blinked slowly, eyes dimming further.

Geralt shook him, desperation taking over.

“Jaskier what heals a fairy?”

What heals a fairy? He’d learned that at some point hadn’t he? Long ago. They were rare, and most witchers never saw one in their whole lives but if you could help one they’d grant you one wish, not tricks. 

Poetry. 

Fuck.

“Jaskier,” Geralt rasped, throat feeling dry. Those beautiful eyes blinked at him, slowly. 

“I...I think you have pretty eyes,” Geralt said. “And I like when they, um, match the skies.”

Jaskier blinked at him in confusion, brow wrinkling slightly.

“You look pretty in blue,” Geralt managed, inventing wildly. “And look pretty in green. You look lovely in about every shade in between.”

Some of the deathly palor was fading from Jaskier’s face now and Geralt sought more words. “I thought you were pretty that day you wore purple,” he said. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, idiot he was an idiot, nothing rhymes with purple. 

“I like your spirit, your moxy, your...your yurple.”

Jaskier was indeed looking better now, and he was smiling.

“I like the way you talk to me, and how you’re always there,” Geralt whispered. “I like the way you hum to me when you help me brush my hair.”

Jaskier sat up slowly, blinking in the dim light.

“I like the way you give treats to Roach, um, and I like the way you smile,” Geralt gulped at the look on Jaskier’s face. “But most of all I like how much I love you, so I want you to promise to, uh, stay? For a while?”

“Oh Geralt,” Jaskier said, cupping his cheek. “That was bad.” Then he kissed him and Geralt’s brain went very very fuzzy.

A little later, in their room in the inn, where Geralt was finishing the fish and Jaskier was having stew avec no-lemon-at-all, he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jaskier tilted his head thoughtfully as he chewed a piece of potato. “Well, at first I wasn’t sure how you’d take it,” he said. 

Geralt nodded. Fae were a feared and reverred group amongst humans, so caution was reasonable.

“Then it became a sort of game,” Jaskier said shrugging. “I couldn’t resist. So I left you little hints. I thought you’d figure it out for sure with the freckles or the milk.”

Geralt huffed a little sheepishly.

“I don’t care that you’re fae,” he said after a moment.

“I know,” Jaskier said. “And I don’t care that you’re an awful poet.”

“It worked, didn’t it.”

“It did, and now you get a wish, no tricks,” Jaskier held up his hand as if taking an oath. “I promise.”

Geralt thought for a moment. A wish from a fae was no small thing. It should be something powerful, something earth shattering and precious and rare.

“I wish you would kiss me again.”

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Oop, here it is (after quite the wait, sorry about that) I’m actually so proud of this and it’s super sweet and fluffy.