#it's on my New Years resolutions to finish all my requests this year

[transx-mogai-cafe]

I wish all who are transx/transid a happy new year that is validating, affirming, and fulfilling!

[mshinemuscat]

heyy >w<

love your writing btw, do you write nsfw for Ness? (the bllk one)

tysm!!!

✦𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

ness eats you out!

context ☀︎* after a week of soccer matches, ness can’t help but miss you soo much!

a/n - one of my new years resolution was to post atleast one a week so…. expect like more rambles because like no way i can keep this up… I still need to finish old requests so yeah! ps if there’s errors or mistakes in my writing i recently did gel x nails soo…. plus im planning to create a hsr Valentine’s Day event!! enjoy hopefully!

content warnings - afab reader, barely proofread so beware of mistakes, pxssy eating, oral fixation ness, messy make out, ness is a yapper lol, a lil swearing, oral s*x, cunnilingus, smut

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“ahh! im soo glad you’re back ness!”

you tightly wrap your arms around ness, peppering kisses all over his face. ness flusters, melting a lil in your arms, he quickly returns your hug and quickly kissing you on the lips.

“i missed you too dear.”

he quickly leads you into the bedroom, placing his bags and gifts on floor. he adorably sits on the bed — tilting his head smiling at you.

“Oh- I got you some souvenirs from Spain! I found this cute little jellycat from France too!”

his blush deepening after realizing he’s been yapping on and on for more than 10 minutes now. he looked way too cute right now. you couldn’t resist him so after a few minutes.

“h-hah.. ♡ m-missed you.. t’so muchh!”

he runs his fingers through your hair, bringing your body closer to him — your chest pressed up against his. he holds the back of your head tightly making sure not to let go, his lips meets yours. your tongue brushes up against the corners of his mouth, kissing them softly.

he slowly makes his way down to your thighs, nipping at the exposed skin. he looks up at you, asking for permission and of course you say yes.

he carefully separates your legs, moving your panties aside — starting off with some simple kitty licks to your cunt, before going all in and sucking on your clit. you pant, not expecting for ness to be this bold. his hold on you, still tight as if you were the only thing left in this world. a new wave of heat filling your stomach, leaving you dazed.

his tongue working inside your aching cunt, as it dipped in and out making sure to give your clit some attention once in a while. a coil in your stomach starts to tighten, pleasure taking over your head — you cry out as your hips jolted forward. he was lost in the taste of your sopping cunt, his mouth covered in saliva and with one push of his tongue. your mind was spinning as you came on his face,

“f-fuck.. i love you ness..”

ps ness came undone after you said you loved him

[allisluv]

happy new years everyone!! 2024 was a shit show but, hey, i am still alive and that's a win in my books! from the bottom of my heart thank you all for the continuous support and love that's been shown to me!! my new years resolution is to make new friends on here and (fucking finally) finish some of my requests!! my inbox will now be closed for the month of january but my messages are always open if you want to chat or tell me what's going on in your life or just look for advice!! i love you all and i hope 2025 is full of happiness, health and love.

shoutout to some of my lovely mutuals and biggest supporters who have made this year one of the best (these are all i could think of off the top of my head!!): @multifandomer537 @sparklebear11, @anniiecrsta, @beautifullifeboat, @emdure, @ellecdc, @floraisunwell, @fclsebnnyodair, @heartcresta, @ovtsakaramel, @ray-green-wicked4good, @ssweeterthanfiction, @thedelicatearcher, @mrsnancywheeler, @lilydoeswrite and of course, my lovely girlfriend who is my no1 supporter -- @lilacsandlavenderhaze <3

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello!

I hope that the first day of the new year has treated you well, what with the typical celebrations and everything🤗

Saw that you opened up limited requests! Figured that in the spirit of the (semi late ish) occasion, a New Year themed request around Chigiri, Karasu and Otoya✨

That's what I've got as an idea anyhow! I hope you get fun requests, and have a wonderful time😊

EEEE FUN!! I really like this request, anon! :D Thank you for giving me another chance to write for the silliest of trios! Decided to go for Lee!Karasu this time- I hope you like it! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada @ticklish-n-stuff

“New Year’s Resolutions, go.” Karasu did a small hop and pose, clapping his hands before pointing both at Otoya. “And don’t say anything soccer related- that’s a given.”

“Become the Hokage.” Otoya said without hesitation. “Or die trying.”

“Edgy, love it. Little Red!” He turned his pointing hands towards the nearby speedster, grinning. “What about you? What’s your resolution- same rule applies.”

“We’re already halfway through January.” Chigiri carried on braiding down his hair, fighting off a smile at Karasu’s arm wave. “Shouldn’t you have decided on those before the year ended?”

“It’s never too late to set goals for yourself- be it mid January or mid June or December 31st of this very year.” Karasu finished his impromptu dance move with a snap of his fingers, clicking his tongue and winking. “Really though- you seem the type to set plans early on; what you got for us?”

Chigiri opened his mouth to respond, only to come up blank. The sudden spotlight on him wiped his brain clean. “Uhh..”

“You spooked him.” Otoya mused, poking Karasu in the side and making him spasm. “You motivational speakered too close to the sun, birdman.”

“Shut up- I did not! You set the bar too high.” He poked him back, shrinking more when Otoya retaliated. “Stop that!”

“Nope.” More pokes, more squirms. “New resolution- I’m gonna tickle you more.”

“That’s not hohohw it woohohrks! OTOYA!” He grabbed at the hands pinching his sides, glaring daggers. “Stop it!”

“Legit?” The other asked, watching Karasu hesitate. “I will if you really want me to.”

Chigiri looked between them with curious eyes, finishing his braid. Karasu was looking rather pink, his gaze wavering from their conjoined hands to Otoya’s raised brow. Eventually he averted his gaze altogether, sounding almost in pain with his next sentence.

“I mean…I guess I don’t really mind it..”

“Maybe Karasu’s resolution this year should be being more honest with himself.” Chigiri teased as he stood up, dashing into the fray. “Keep his hands, ninja!”

“Bet.”

“You shut your face, Little Red-ah!” Karasu all but jumped out of his skin at the addition of Chigiri’s fingers in his ribs, tickling rapidly. “N-Nohohoho, dohoohn’t! Cohohohome ohohohohn, thihihis is unfahhair!”

“Was it unfair when you two jumped me the other day? Or when during your little ‘Smiling Toll?’”

“Thahahaht was lahahahst ye-EEHHEAR!” Karasu jerked when those dastardly fingers attacked his highest rib, making his arms shoot down as he arched. “Nehehehehw yehahhahahr, neweheeehehw meheheehehe?”

“I don’t think that applies here, birdman.” Otoya pointed out, deciding now was the time to jump in. Shaking off Karasu’s hands, he dived in and grabbed his hips, kneading rapidly. “Ninja art- My Hips Don’t Lie!”

“OTOYA YOU SON OF A-” That was the only coherent thing to come out of Karasu’s mouth before he exploded in laughter, spasming so hard he nearly hit the ground. “Gehahahhahaha, nohohohohohoho! Nohohoho, nhoohohoht thehehehehere!”

“Huh? Whatcha say? I can’t quite make it out with all that cawing!” Chigiri giggled, charged by the reaction he was getting. He had no idea Karasu was so ticklish- let alone THIS ticklish! Feeling bold, he slipped his hands up and into Karasu’s armpits.

“AH!” A scream so high it was almost inaudible came out, shocking the redhead so badly he stopped tickling. Otoya also stopped, only in his case he was laughing hysterically.

“GAHA! Oh my gohohd! Oh my god what was thahahat?” The ninja fell flat on his butt, holding his stomach as his face flushed with breathless mirth. “Hehehelp, I cahhahan’t- I cahhaha-GAHHH!”

“God, whas it thahat funny?” Karasu snickered despite his annoyance, smiling when he felt Chigiri cling to him for support. “Damn, you too Little Red?”

Chigiri went to speak, but a snort escaped. “Yoohohu sounded like a gohoohse!” Tears welled in his eyes as he slowly dropped to his knees, laughing too hard to respond. Otoya pointed at him as he laughed harder, choking on his cackles.

“GOHOOHSE!” He screamed. Karasu finally broke at that, head thrown back as he guffawed. Before long, the three were on the floor in various states of giggly distress, tears in their eyes and bellies aching. Eventually Otoya managed to get himself together, sitting up and pushing his bangs back as he watched his friends struggle to compose themselves. “Gohohod, that was fun. We should do that more often.”

“Tickle Karasu into making goose noises?” Chigiri asked, liking this idea already. “I’m in.”

“New Year's resolution to find all the bird noises he makes when tickled?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Hell nah! Screw you both- that’s not how resolutions work!” Karasu argued, his kansai accent starting to come out with his fluster. It took everything in Chigiri not to die laughing again. “Ugh, you’re both a bunch of dum-dums, you know that? Fine- play your little game! Just know I’m gonna get you both back twice, nah, THRICE as hard!”

“Ooo, scary! I got chills.”  Otoya mock shivered, earning a kick to the skin. Unfazed, he sent Chigiri a cheeky smirk that solidified their plans.

Something to look forward to in the New Year. Chigiri couldn’t wait.

[sotwk]

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @emmanuellececchi for the tag!! 💖 I've been tagged on this game a couple of times in the past, but I never answered them because looking at my Ao3 Stats just made me feel sad.

Stats are a little better now, and I have thicker skin about it, so here we go! :)

How many works do you have on AO3? 23

What's your total AO3 word count? 72,658

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Taken (Eomer x OC) *most popular by a large margin!

Greenleaf's Day Out (Child Legolas and family)

The Task of Living (Thorin x Reader)

Breathe (Boromir x Reader)

Dandelions (Boromir x Reader)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Umm. I am shamefully REALLY bad at responding to comments. More often than not, I just don't get around to it! I know that's a terrible thing to do as a writer, because commenters deserve so much appreciation! It is definitely one of my resolutions in the coming New Year to improve on this flaw.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? The Broken Shield - It's a Thorin fic set during the War of the Dwarves and Orcs, and shows the death of both Elvenqueen Maereth and Frerin, brother of Thorin.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I like to think most of the fics I write have happy endings, but I've received feedback about Dandelions being particularly "feel good".

Do you write crossovers? Crossovers are not my thing, BUT I did receive a fic request for one from a friend, so I'm going to deliver it just because they asked.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Never, thankfully. I don't think my reach is wide enough to attract the notice of haters.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope, I leave smut to the experts. M-level spice is the most I can manage.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, and I can't imagine anyone would want to.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? @scyllas-revenge and I sorta accidentally co-wrote a sort-of fic. LOL. Maybe we'll formalize the partnership eventually. @heilith and I have been discussing a (her)Lindir x (my)OC collaboration for ages now, but we're both so busy offline! I would love to co-write fics, but only with friends I'm confident can tolerate my slowness and focus issues.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I enjoy MANY ships across different fandoms, but none really stand out. On a personal level, I really love my Thranduil x Maereth ship. It means so much to me that I will forever be insecure about sharing it with others, for fear of rejection or criticism.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I want to finish ALL my WIPs and I don't think about ditching any of them. Hope springs eternal!

What are your writing strengths? If you ask me? Worldbuilding and integrating my AU into canon. If you ask others? I've been told I can deliver a decent gut-wrenching piece of prose or dialogue here and there.

What are your writing weaknesses? I am the SLOWEST WRITER YOU WILL EVER MEET. Tons of WIPs. Updates on long fics are a miracle. I honestly question whether I'm cut out for multi-chapter fics, but I keep trying anyway.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I only do it sparingly, usually using short phrases here and there.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I am chomping at the bit to write for ASOIAF/Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon! I have fic requests waiting for HotD; I just need to get my butt moving on them.

What's your favorite fic you've written? I have yet to write a fic that stands out above the others; I love my fics equally for different reasons.

Bonus: Live shots of me trying to write:

Tagging: @hobbitwrangler @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @heilith @lathalea @missiemoosie

@emyn-arnens @celeluwhenfics @dilettantefeminist @cycas @scyllas-revenge

@cuarthol @entishramblings @lucifers-legions @torchwood-99 @softboiledwonderland

....and anyone who wants to share! I'm not sure which of my writer Moots are on Ao3 or just on Tumblr. :)

[freckledjoes]

hi! i love your blog! i’d love to request a drabble, maybe steve and reader’s first christmas as mom and dad :)

Hi love! Thank you for enjoying my blog and sending in the request, that means a lot <3 I hope you will enjoy the drabble too! :)

Sophia's first Christmas

It was already Christmas Eve when Steve finally finished decorating the house with some finishing touches. To be fair, the house had been decorated enough days prior, but he wanted to go all out this year. Especially this year. But work had been crazy busy, with all the preparations for the winter dance, the Christmas market and the charity basketball game he participated in himself at school. In the meantime, you had been taking care of your little one while also simultaneously working at the bookstore. It was a busy time as people always loved to ask for books for Christmas, either because they loved reading, or they had planned some New Year’s resolution to read more next year. Thankfully the owner of the bookstore, aka your boss, didn’t mind it when you brought Sophia along. In fact, Nigel loved to keep an eye on her while you busied yourself with the customers. Nigel could have retired years ago if he had wanted to, but he loved the bookstore too much to do so. However, these busy days did take a toll on him so he favored you at the front of the shop during the rush hours. Safe to say, both you and Steve were pretty knackered when you went home that evening.

Steve stood on his tiptoes to attach the mistletoe above the archway as he had done every year prior. It was in fact how he had managed your first kiss. A true romantic at heart, that one. You both had been alone for Christmas and decided to spend it together, but at the time you had just been friends. Steve hadn’t really dated a girl in years and had been much more careful this time around, but the mistletoe had done the trick to give him just that extra ounce of courage. You had been together ever since. Meaning that Christmas also kind of had become your anniversary, be it the ‘unofficial’ one, because he did go out of his way to ask you to be his girlfriend officially about a month later during a very romantic date.

“Perfect,” he mumbled to himself before he turned around to flash you a grin. “I will require a smooch here later, it’s tradition,” he said, as he did every year. You gave him a smile as you finished giving Sophia a clean diaper and lifted her up against your chest.

“When she’s asleep, we’ll have plenty of time for that,” you told him.

“Until the next bottle at least,” Steve joked.

It was true, you hadn’t had much sleep since Sophia had been born. She would turn one in February and waking up to crying every night, multiple times a night, hadn’t been too fun. But you two made it work, took turns as one would like to expect, and you made sure to look out for each other as well.

Steve walked up to the both of you and gave Sophia a soft kiss on the top of her head before his lips met yours in a sweet kiss, his hand planted on your waist.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips as he pulled away. Then, with his eyes on Sophia: “and you, my sweet little girl.” He glanced up at the clock and hummed to himself, still caressing your waist and gently digging his fingers in.

“Dinner?” he opted.

“Sounds good.”

And that’s where the fuss began. Sophia became a crying mess as soon as you started on your dinner, refused to be put down but also didn’t want to drink from her bottle. What was supposed to be a romantic evening (as far as that went with a newborn), became a hurried dinner and a lot of failed attempts at trying to calm Sophia down.

Steve tried everything. Usually, he wasn’t too bad at calming her down, but tonight was different. You cleaned up the table while he tried to distract her with toys, stories, even some singing. When Steve tried to give her the bottle again she went on a rampage, scrunching her little face together in protest as she became redder and redder from crying. Steve looked at you helplessly, suddenly getting up in his head about it all. You see, Steve wanted tonight to be perfect. Not just for the two of you, but he wanted Sophia’s first Christmas (and all the ones to come) to be perfect. He never had any of that, never even had one fun Christmas until he met you (mostly because he never admitted that he was home by himself to Robin and the others - he didn’t want to impose on their families), so it was all the more important to him that Sophia did.

“I don’t know what to do,” Steve said softly. “Maybe you should take her, I guess I’m just not—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you warned, “it’s got nothing to do with you, Steve. She’s just not having it today, we all have bad days, right?” You sat down next to him and planted a kiss on his shoulder on top of his Christmas sweater. Both of you enjoyed a good, classic Christmas sweater and Steve often insisted on the matter.

“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” Steve said reluctantly. “I just don’t want her to feel sad,” he mumbled, looking down at Sophia, his precious little girl. He wanted to protect her from all the harm in the world, at all cost. When he ran a hand through his hair to move it out of his face, he realized his forehead was a little damp.

“I’m actually sweating,” Steve mumbled with a dry chuckle, “can you-? I wanna take it off for a bit,” he said, pointing at his sweater. You nodded and held Sophia as Steve revealed a simple white T-shirt underneath. After giving Sophia back to him you brushed the hairs that stuck to the back of his neck away with your fingers and he sighed. Both of you watched as the only sound that filled the room were the soft crackles of the fireplace. The only sound?

Steve watched in awe as Sophia looked up at him with big eyes, soft and relaxed into his arms. Confusion furrowed his brows and he cautiously held the bottle in front of her, which she happily started drinking from.

“What even…” Steve mumbled. You shrugged, relieved that Sophia was finally content with the situation and rested your head on his shoulder, making you remember the itch of fabric you felt earlier when you kissed it.

“Huh.”

“Hm? What is it?” Steve asked, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

“Maybe she doesn’t like the itch of wool, from your sweater.”

“Oh… you think so?” He momentarily glanced at your sweater but decided he didn’t want to find out right now if she’d throw another tantrum if you held her. That felt a little too mean.

“That, or she has already developed a strong opinion about fashion, just like her dad,” you joked affectionately and Steve gave you a gentle nudge with his shoulder.

“Then she should learn that Christmas sweaters are super nice.”

“Not sure she’ll take that from a man who wears those loafers.” He followed your gaze towards the loafers near the fireplace (an early Christmas present to himself) and scoffed.

“You said you liked them,” Steve mumbled.

“I said I’m happy you like them,” you corrected him innocently. “Nothing like a good, manly ankle on display though.”

Steve barked out a laugh and shook his head.

“Actually… was planning to wear them with white socks.”

“You’d be dead before that ever happened.”

Steve had to admit that was true.

Sophia had finished her bottle and burped politely when Steve gently rubbed her back. He took her to bed upstairs while you grabbed two glasses of wine for the two of you. As Steve came down, he halted at the archway with the mistletoe and leaned against it. When you didn’t react right away, he cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you feigned being oblivious.

“I’m waiting for my kiss.”

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so,” you said as you got up and walked right into his waiting arms. Steve smiled down at you as he held your waist tightly, his bangs tickling your forehead a little bit. His gaze could still fluster you even after all these years. His hazel eyes reflected the decoration lights from somewhere in your home, though you couldn’t decipher which ones exactly. It didn’t matter anyway. Who would be able to focus on that when his twinkling gaze only had eyes for you? His nose nuzzled your cheek while his lips trail a path down to your lips before meeting them in a loving kiss. Steve liked to kiss slowly. Took his time to explore your mouth every single time, as if it was his first and last time doing so. He’d leave sweet little noises from pure enjoyment of kissing you while his hands wandered over your body in a caring manner.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered close to your ear as he allowed his lips to explore your neck, finding your sweet spot.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

-

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[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hi, it's 🦋anon again. You cannont believe how happy I was to read your headcanon!

This time let's do an easier one. Ryusui/Tsukasa/Chrome x reader at an amusement park (would they go on rollercoasters/other rides or not, who would be screaming/laughing to hide their nervousness, etc.)

Hope I'm not littering the mailbox😅 Just really thirsty for some (mainly our greedy boy Ryusui) content.

my New Year’s resolution is to ACTUALLY finish these request lolll. Thank you for the request 🦋 anon! You’re never littering feel free to request whatever! I hope you like it!

Ryusui, Tsukasa, and Chrome at an amusement park 🎀🩷

Ryusui:

I’m being real with you he probably owns an amusement park💀

So you have the whole park to yourselves!

Unless there’s somewhere else you really want to go

He hates waiting in long lines, that’s why he built his own lol

But once he gets on the ride he’s stoked 

Immediately going to the back or wherever is the scariest on the ride

You have to beg him to put his hands on the bars so he doesn’t fly out

Gets all romantic with the slow rides like the tunnel of love or the Ferris wheel

But as soon as they’re over he’s zooming over to the next ride

Only good at a couple of games

The amusement park gets rich from the amount of money he spends to get you ONE prize

He’s such a crackhead it’s so funny💀

Tsukasa:

Definitely much calmer than Ryusui

He just likes to follow you around to whatever ride you like

Slow rides, fast rides, nothing really bugs him

Except

For the drop ride

I feel like that’s the ride that would destroy him

He wouldn’t yell or anything, but as soon as the ride’s over you look at his face and it’s just dead and white

He hates that one so much

A legend at the games

Wins you every prize 

He likes going on the Ferris wheel when the sun starts to set

He thinks it’s romantic 🥰 

Chrome

In actual awe when he firsts goes to an amusement park

“Y/N DID YOU SEE THAT??? ALL THOSE PEOPLE WENT UPSIDE DOWN AND DIDNT FALL OFF!!! HOW DID THEY DO THAT????”

But when he actually gets on one of the coasters he’s petrified 

Literally looks like a lifeless body just walking around the rest of the park

You either have to progressively make your way up to the scary coaster (like start your way from the carousel or the tea cups before going on the super crazy ones)

Or you just let him learn the hard way and try your best to help him afterward

Dude’s a big back and will tear up the food there

“OH MY GOSH Y/N DID YOU TRY THIS??? ITS A FRIED OREO STUFFED IN A FRIED PICKLE STUFFED IN A FRIED CHICKEN LEG!!!!”

At the end of the day, you two will be on the Ferris wheel and he’s smiling when he says, “thanks for the fun day y/n! I loved being able to hang out with you all day. I just love you so much!”

[theartofcollapse]

Hi I love your writing sm! Could you do an Alex x female reader where reader just started working in the DAs office and Alex realises she’s attracted to reader despite thinking she liked men? ^^

a/n: thank you so much for requesting, i hope you like it :) summary: read it above pairing: Alex cabot x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.6K

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Unexpected - Alex Cabot

It started the moment you walked into the office.

You were a new hire, brilliant, confident, yet refreshingly grounded. The kind of person who instantly turned heads, but not because you were trying to. No, it was effortless, natural. I hated that about you at first, if I’m honest. I told myself it was because you were young and untested yet already making a splash. I couldn’t admit, even to myself, that it was something else entirely.

We first met during a case briefing. You sat across the table from me, a perfectly composed smile on your lips, notebook in hand. The sharp, intelligent way you followed the discussion left me equal parts impressed and unsettled. Your questions were incisive, and your insight rivaled that of someone with years more experience.

I should’ve been proud to have someone like you on the team. But instead, I felt off balance.

Days passed, and I kept finding excuses to observe you. The way your hand moved across the page as you took notes, the way your eyes lit up when you pieced together a new angle for a case. It was infuriating how often my gaze lingered. I chalked it up to professional curiosity, or maybe intimidation.

But then there was that night.

We stayed late, working on a particularly brutal case involving witness tampering. Everyone else had gone home, but I refused to leave until the motion was filed. To my surprise, you stayed too.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said without looking up from my computer. “Go home. Get some sleep.”

“And leave you to do all the heavy lifting?” you shot back, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in hand. “Not a chance.”

I smiled, despite myself. There was something about the way you said it, so casual, yet so resolute, that left me momentarily disarmed.

Hours passed, the office growing quieter as the city outside darkened. You worked across from me, sleeves rolled up, biting your lip in concentration. The sight was distracting in a way that left me increasingly uncomfortable.

I caught myself staring when you glanced up and smiled, your voice breaking the silence. “You’ve been working nonstop all day, Alex. Take a break before you burn out.”

It was the first time you’d used my first name.

Something shifted then. I told myself it was nothing, just the late hour and the stress of the case, but my heart had started to beat faster.

“I’ll rest when we’re done,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt.

You gave a soft laugh, and it took everything in me to keep my focus on my screen.

Being attracted to a woman wasn’t something that has ever crossed my mind. Not until now. Not until you.

When we finally finished, it was nearly midnight. You walked me to the elevator, and as the doors slid open, I felt an unfamiliar pang of disappointment at the thought of saying goodnight.

“See you tomorrow,” you said, your voice warm.

For a second, I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the elevator buttons. Something about the way you looked at me in that moment made it impossible to breathe.

“Good night, Y/N,” I murmured, stepping inside.

The doors closed, but the feeling lingered.

That night, alone in my apartment, I poured myself a glass of wine and tried to process the knot of emotions twisting in my chest. It was undeniable now, the way my stomach flipped every time you entered the room, the way I found myself thinking about you even when you weren’t around.

And the reason it scared me so much wasn’t because it was new, but because it felt so natural.

I didn’t know what to do with it yet, but one thing was certain: you had me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. 

The feeling didn’t fade. If anything, it grew stronger with every passing day.

I found myself looking forward to seeing you, replaying our conversations in my mind long after they’d ended. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before, and that terrified me. I’d always considered myself a planner, someone who operated with precision and certainty. But now, I felt completely untethered.

You were everywhere, in the way I caught myself scanning the office to see if you were around, in the way I suddenly cared about how I looked in the mornings. And worst of all, in the quiet moments, when I was alone and couldn’t distract myself from the fact that I wanted more.

I’d dated men my entire life. I’d even loved a few of them. But this? This was different. It wasn’t just a fleeting curiosity or some abstract notion of attraction. It was real, and it was undeniable.

For weeks, I tried to push it down. I told myself it was just admiration or the result of working too closely with you. But none of my usual justifications held up. I didn’t admire the way your laugh made my chest tighten, or how your voice softened when you spoke to me. And it wasn’t work that made me imagine what it would be like to reach across the desk and touch your hand.

It all came to a head one Friday night. We’d won a particularly tough case, and the office decided to celebrate at a nearby bar. I wasn’t planning on staying long, but when I saw you walk in, looking effortlessly stunning, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

You spotted me almost immediately and made your way over, smiling in that way that made my heart feel like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.

“Alex,” you said, sliding onto the stool next to mine. “Celebrating?”

“Something like that,” I replied, my voice a little too casual.

You ordered a drink and settled in beside me, and for a while, we talked about everything except work. I was so used to seeing you in the office, serious and focused, but here, you were different. Looser, more vibrant.

And I was captivated.

By the time most of our colleagues had left, it was just the two of us, sitting at a corner table with the remnants of our drinks between us.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you said, leaning forward slightly. “You’re inspiring to work with. I’ve learned so much from you already.”

I felt my cheeks warm at the compliment, but there was something in your tone, something in the way you looked at me, that made me wonder if you meant more.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied, smiling.

You laughed softly, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. The air between us felt charged, like the pause before a storm.

I should have looked away. I should have gotten up and walked out the door. But instead, I said, “Can I ask you something?”

You tilted your head, curious. “Of course.”

I hesitated, my heart racing as I tried to find the right words. “Have you ever thought about us?” I gestured between us, my voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widened slightly, and I immediately regretted saying anything. My chest tightened with panic as I waited for your reaction, the silence stretching unbearably long.

Finally, you spoke, your voice soft. “Well, I…”

I shook my head quickly, forcing out a nervous laugh. “Forget it. That was stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No,” you interrupted, your tone firm but kind. “It’s not stupid.” You leaned forward slightly, your expression unreadable, and my pulse quickened as I tried to decipher what you were thinking. “I’ve thought about it too,” you admitted quietly.

My breath caught. “You have?”

You nodded, a small, hesitant smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t want to make things weird, but yeah.”

I stared at you, my mind racing. Relief and disbelief warred in my chest, and for a moment, I didn’t trust myself to speak.

When I finally found my voice, it came out quieter than I intended. “This is new for me. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“With a woman?” you asked gently, your tone free of judgment.

I nodded, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I didn’t think I… I mean, I always thought I liked men. And I’ve never questioned that. But with you…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “It’s different. I don’t know what to do with it.”

You smiled softly, your gaze steady. “You don’t have to know, Alex. There’s no rulebook for this.”

I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve. “I’m just… I’m afraid I’ll screw it up. Or that this is just some phase for me, and it’ll end up hurting you.”

Your hand reached across the table, stopping just short of touching mine. “I get it. I do. And I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for.”

I glanced up at you, surprised by the quiet sincerity in your voice. “You’re not what I expected,” I said, almost without thinking.

Your brows lifted in amusement. “Not what you expected?”

“I mean,” I sighed, shaking my head with a small smile. “You’re patient. Kind. Understanding. You don’t make this feel scary.”

“Well,” you said lightly, though your tone was still warm, “I’m glad I can make it slightly less terrifying.”

We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us no longer sharp but something softer, more open.

“I don’t know what this is,” I said eventually. “Or what it could be. But I think I want to find out. If you’re willing to be patient with me.”

Your smile grew, and this time, it was bright and genuine. “I think I can manage that.”

The knot in my chest loosened, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Okay,” I said softly. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

You nodded, your gaze steady on mine, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I wasn’t navigating this new and confusing part of myself alone.

[some0newithapen]

2024 is almost over, so it’s time for an art summary! Some of the pieces featured in this summary I haven’t posted on this blog, but I wanted to have something for every month instead of just the ones when I started posting here. I hope I improved!

I decided to make my own template since I was having trouble finding one that I liked lol

This year was stressful in the beginning, if I’m being honest. However, it got a lot better towards the end (though it’s still been a bit of a struggle sometimes, but that’s life). I made new friends, learned new things about myself I didn’t know before, and joined the wacky world of Tumblr. Everyone here has been so kind and supportive, and I am especially grateful for my mutuals (yall are amazing ok??).

Okay now I’m gonna put some New Years Resolutions I have for my art:

1. Finish the script for Chapter 1 of Adventure of A Lifetime and begin posting the actual comic.

2. Focus on stopmotion and 2d animation more

3. Post more finished works than sketches

4. Work on structure, perspective, and enviroments

5. Use more references (I have a bad habit of not using references and jumping straight into drawing)

Post more OC lore and original art

Also since this my new pinned post I’m gonna put my tags:

#my art - My art! Yay!!

#aoalt - Anything related to my comic Adventure of a Lifetime! Characters from said comic will have tags like #bender aoalt

#swapoc - Other OCs not related to Aoalt, characters will have tags like #oc flick

#reblog - Reblogs

#friend’s art! - Reblogged art made by my mutuals!

#queue jumpscare - queued posts of any kind! sometimes I can’t even remember I made them..

#swaptext - text posts, updates, and also comments I might leave on reblogs that aren’t in the tags!

#insp - anything I think looks cool and I want to save for later

#prayer request - prayer requests either from me or that are reblogged from other people

#important - usually used for more serious topics

This blog is SFW for the most part, but I may post some more triggering stuff every now and then (gore, abuse, nudity, etc). I will put trigger warnings on these posts. I encourage you to curate your own experience and censor certain tags and stuff like that if something makes you uncomfortable :D

And that’s it! Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all have an amazing year <3

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

News years resolutions for this blog:

Make my 2025 gearset masterpost

Finish all weapon outfit requests, then make outfits for all the weapons that don't have them yet with in the first half of the year

Finish the "rating the promotional inklings/octolings by how much I like their outfits" for Splatoon 2 by the end of next week

And then do the one for Splatoon 3 this month

commission more art of my 'sona

[bookyeom]

I’ve decided one of my New Year’s resolutions is to write the fluffiest, softest, loveliest ATEEZ fic out there 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

I haven’t been writing nearly as much as I’d have liked this year, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. I still have so many WIPs that I want to finish, but I feel like I need some new inspo, so I’m going to open up requests for a bit!

I’m currently open to writing mostly for Ateez, but will obviously also accept requests for SEVENTEEN. Send me the list you choose from, the prompt you’d like, and which member! A\N: I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to complete any or all of the requests, but I’m hoping to try!

Hurt/comfort prompts

Shy/jealous confession prompts

friends to lovers prompts 1

friends to lovers prompts 2

angry love confessions

things to say after kissing

FWB prompts (these will be mostly SFW and just have allusions to smut because I’m still not comfortable writing it)

[buttercupjosh]

Seasons of Love

(Gif credit to @youmustlovehim)

Word count: 2,772

Genres: strangers to lovers to exes, a little bittersweet

Warnings: none

A/N: I’ve had pieces of details of this fic in mind for a while and I started to slowly write it out over the past few months. This title comes from Seasons of Love from the musical RENT, although there’s nothing in the story connects to specific details from that. The story is not based off of anything specific, just a plot that had been simmering in me for some time. It’s not set at a specific moment in time (It’s taking place in a fictional future but you could also say that it’s set this season. However, the season is still ongoing at the moment and anything can happen or change). It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s little dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

““How do you measure a year in the life? How about love?” -Seasons of Love from the RENT musical soundtrack

Prologue

“Excuse me, is this a good book to read?” a deep accented voice asks you.

“Dune? For sure, it’s an epic story,” you reply.

“Do you think I could finish it in 4 days?” the voice asks.

“4 days? Unless you’re an Olympian at reading and processing complex storylines, I’d say it might take you close to 4 weeks or even 4 months to read it all,” you respond.

“Oh,” the voice says in defeat, “what do you recommend then?”

You list off some sci-fi recs for the towering cute man and he takes your suggestions into mind before deciding to get a copy of We, a novel written by his fellow countryman Yevgeny Zamyatin.

“I’ve never read that one,” you chimed.

“Should we start a book club then so you can read it?” the voice asks with a chuckle.

“Um, how can I start a book club with someone whose name I don’t even know?”

Slightly embarrassed, the voice introduces himself as Andrei and you introduce yourself to him as you shake hands. His hand in yours felt so comforting for someone you just met under an hour ago. Andrei was impressed that you knew so much about books. One of his New Year’s resolutions was to read more so that’s how he ended up at Barnes and Noble talking to you. You were at the store, just looking around for something new to read, and stumbled into the sci-fi section before checking out with your new copy of Happy Place by Emily Henry.

“So are we starting this book club then, Andrei?” you slyly ask.

Andrei wanted to have someone as a reading buddy to discuss reading with him (the other guys on the team weren’t as into reading as him) and it didn’t hurt that he had someone who knew a lot about literature right in front of him so he agreed to it.

“As long as you read “We” with me, please?” Andrei charmingly requested.

Although sci-fi wasn’t your thing at the moment, you couldn’t quite say no to the man with big brown doe eyes so you grabbed a copy off the shelf. Before going over the parameters of the newly formed book club, Andrei kindly paid for both of your books and you decided to discuss the rules in the cafe located inside of the store.

You and Andrei sat in a semi-secluded booth towards the back of the cafe and began sharing some of your backstories with each other over drinks and muffins. Andrei was again impressed by your educational background of holding an MFA in Creative Writing from NC State and your job as an adjunct English professor at Wake Tech Community College; it definitely explained your love of reading but your dream was to move to New York and become an author one day. You were working on a manuscript for a cute romance novel but still had a lot of things to do before it was ready to be presented to a publisher. The professor job was just a placeholder until you finished up your manuscript and saved up enough money to get a literary agent; you loved writing as much as you loved reading but getting your foot in the door in the writing industry was rough. You listened to Andrei as he told his story about his life and how he ended up in America through his hockey career. You and Andrei were both curious about each other and asked so many questions to each other for such a long time that you didn’t even notice that the store was going to close. Neither of you wanted your time together to end but you both had lives to get to outside of the store. You both laughed when you realized that you and Andrei spent so much time getting to know each other that not once throughout your conversation did you discuss the rules of the book club. Before leaving, you and Andrei exchanged numbers. You both agreed to read the first 50 pages and scheduled to meet up at a different cafe to discuss what you read so far in two weeks.

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Winter

Within a year, the book club didn’t last long but it did lead to you and Andrei being in constant contact with each other. Due to both of your schedules, neither of you really had the time to sit down and have deep intellectual discussions about what you read; you both did end up finishing reading We but you finished it at different paces. Being the book lover you are, you completed the book first but Andrei finished reading the book while on the road and he wanted to discuss the ending with you so bad that he surprisingly FaceTime called you. That one FaceTime call with Andrei turned into a long series of texts, phone calls, and more FaceTime calls and eventually spending time together offline. You and Andrei considered each other to be just friends but that friendship eventually turned into you falling for each other.

Andrei was a hot commodity around Raleigh and in Russia with his DMs bursting at the seams but he only had eyes for you. He had never fallen in love with someone the way that he did for you; being with you was different than what he was used to but it worked in the best way. You knew the risks and chaos of being with a busy, famous athlete but Andrei was worth all of it. You blended and adjusted well into the hockey romantic partner lifestyle and Andrei even taught you how to ice skate. Despite the busyness of your lives, you and Andrei still showed up for and made time for each other, even if it was something as small as meeting up at your place for a post-afternoon game milkshake from The Shiny Diner or as big as taking Andrei as your date to your work holiday party. Whenever you had the time, you and Andrei created fun, everlasting memories together. A somewhat sweet memory that Andrei would always remember was when on one cold evening, you wanted to surprise your Russian boyfriend by attempting to make him borscht, a traditional Eastern European soup that was his favorite comfort food. The soup did not come well at all so you and Andrei ended up ordering Panera Bread to warm your bones. Although the soup you made tasted unpleasant, Andrei appreciated the fact that you took the time and effort to learn something from his culture and did that from your heart. The poetic thing about your relationship was that you patiently understood each other, despite the language and culture barrier; your relationship just worked like two puzzle pieces clicking together into place.

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Spring

As the flowers bloomed around Raleigh, the school year for you ended on a good note and unsurprisingly, the Canes made playoffs. Deep into your manuscript writing, Andrei surprised you with a trip to New York after the Canes were eliminated from playoffs. You and Andrei were already spending the entire off-season together so this trip wasn’t a necessity but it was a nice thing to do.

Your time in New York was amazing and full of love, fun, and plenty of delicious food. While you were in the City, you took the opportunity to meet with some potential literary agents and publishers; although your manuscript was about 90 percent done, it didn’t hurt to check those things out. Andrei was supportive of you and your dreams but he selfishly wished that those dreams didn’t include moving to New York and that you would stay in Raleigh and have a life with him there. He had already known his future was tightly connected to the City of Oaks but you had a desire to create a future somewhere else. You knew these dreams of yours could possibly involve leaving the love of your life; neither of you tried not to dwell too hard on the stress and pressure that those dreams added to your relationship. You also knew the publishing industry was cutthroat and competitive and that there was no guarantee that your book would be picked up by a top publisher but those realities didn’t stop you from at least trying to take the steps towards that dream.

Outside of this pressure, you and Andrei still made the best of your time in NYC. You also loved musical theater so of course, you had to catch a Broadway show. Andrei, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, actually secured tickets for the two of you to see Hamilton at the Richard Rogers Theater. You had watched the live stage production on Disney+ and knew the entire soundtrack; Andrei went into the show blindly, only remembering bits and pieces from the songs that you played around him. Seeing Hamilton live on Broadway was a great experience that you both enjoyed. You and Andrei got to see New York City in a different light; you got to explore more of the city that you longed to call home and Andrei got to see more of the city as a true tourist. This entire trip was something that you both would forever cherish.

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Summer

Not long after you left New York, you went to Russia for the first time to meet and spend time with his family and friends and to see the place that made Andrei into the man that you love. You learned more about Russian culture, Andrei’s childhood, and even was a guest at his cousin’s wedding. Andrei’s friends and family approved of you as a person and they liked you with him; they could all tell how truly in love you were with each other. You also spent some time together in Turkey and around Europe for some much-needed relaxation; you got to see the beautiful blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea in Greece, eat authentic handmade pasta in Italy, and kiss your lover in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

Traveling around with Andrei made you feel like you were the protagonist of a great summer read. Speaking of reading, Andrei still maintained his goal of reading more books, reading just about anything and everything, and even started to recommend things for you to read. Before you would fall asleep at night, you would share with each other a fact or synopsis of something that you read that day.

While Andrei was occupied with his off-season training during the day, you applied for publishing jobs, presented your finally completed manuscript to several literary agents, and ended up securing one. It was relieving to officially have a literary agent to represent you but the next biggest hurdle was the painstaking editing process and waiting for your work to be picked up by the right publisher.

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Fall

After the bliss of the off-season ended, it was time for the hustle and bustle of your teaching job and hockey season to return. About 2 weeks before preseason started, you and Andrei moved in together. It was exciting to get to live with your lover and spend even more time (whenever you could) with him. It was also nice that you got to add your style to the place and make it your own; having a home also meant that you could host your friends, Andrei’s teammates, and sometimes family for holidays and events and create more cherished memories together. Being a hopeless romantic who loved romance novels, you had always wondered who would be the man to sweep you off your feet but you sort of already knew that man was Andrei.

A fun memory that you made together was the Sunday before the season opener, you and Andrei took a trip to a local corn maze with a pumpkin patch to take cute couple photos together and to also check it out. These photos would be added into some of the new picture frames and a scrapbook of memories in your shared home. The photographer did an excellent job, capturing the love that flowed between you in still moments. For the rest of your time, you wandered around the corn maze, hand-in-hand, with your lovely boyfriend. The infamous oak trees in Raleigh began to shed their leaves and the year began inching closer and closer towards the end.

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Winter part 2

One snowy morning, you got an email from McGraw Hill, offering you a job as an educational copy editor in their NYC office. You couldn’t believe it, you were on the path of working at a publisher and hopefully, one day getting your book published; all that you had been working so hard for was starting to pay off in tremendous ways. The only issue that was concerning you was breaking the news to Andrei. You knew he would be happy for you but you also knew what the next steps were. You tried to hold in your tears but after practice, Andrei came home to you crying. He immediately dropped his stuff and concerningly asked you what was wrong. You explained to Andrei that you were crying joyfully over the news you received. Words couldn’t describe how proud Andrei was for you so he picked you up and spun you around in happiness.

“I’m so proud of you, my love,” Andrei repeated as he peppered kisses around your face.

He was truly proud of you but the ecstasy of the good news came with the most painful come down. Andrei didn’t want you to move to New York but he had already known for a while that you wanted to leave. He did try to convince you to stay and he hoped for months that you would change your mind but you didn’t so he helped you pack some of your things. Andrei couldn’t help you move up there so he entrusted Nykki, Martin Necas’ girlfriend, to help you settle into your new home and life, more than 500 miles away from the address you once shared.

You and Andrei did try dating long distance but your relationship unfortunately didn’t last very long. Between the responsibilities of your new job, revising over your manuscript, trying to get your book published somewhere, and Andrei’s hectic hockey schedule, you began to drift apart from each other and the physical distance between you didn’t help either. You enjoyed living in New York and you did miss each other from time to time but Andrei knew it would be unfair to ask you to give up on your dreams to come back to Raleigh and be with him. Despite not dating anymore, you and Andrei talked occasionally but not as frequently as it was when you first met and still remained friends. It was okay that the relationship had run its course because it taught you both a lot about love. Andrei came into your life for a season and those seasons you shared together were full of so much undeniable light and love. The love that you shared was different from the romance novels you read but your relationship wrote its own beautiful story.

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Epilogue

Before catching his flight to Miami for the NHL All-Star break, Andrei went into the bookstore at Raleigh-Durham International Airport to look for a book to read on his flight. In the book section, he spotted Seasons of Love, written by you with a New York Times Bestseller sticker on the cover. Over the years, Andrei had heard some things about your novel in passing but he purposely avoided reading the book because the breakup was a bit painful for him. After you achieved getting your book published, you wanted to send Andrei a signed copy but decided against it because you weren’t sure if he would actually read the story and didn’t want to come across as pretentious either. He debated back and forth about getting the book before finally asking a store employee about their opinion about it.

“I read that one. It’s a fictional story but I heard it’s loosely based on a true story about the author’s relationship with some cool guy. It’s a super good read if you like romance," said the store employee.

Hearing what the store employee said about your book made Andrei’s heart warm a little and he purchased it as his read for his trip. After returning back to Raleigh, conveniently, there was a book signing by a familiar author at a local Barnes and Noble that Andrei decided to attend. Although Andrei didn’t get his happy ending with you in real life, you sure gave him one with the words that you wrote on the page.

[the-colourful-witch]

New Year's Resolution :)

Hi everyone, I hope you are all doing well :) It's the start of 2025 and I'm excited for it. I have a good feeling about the new year, I'm ready to continue with cool projects and spreading joy through my art. I want to try and post more about what I'm working on. I feel like I've mostly been posting finished stuff, which is great, but I miss feeling more connected on Tumblr. It's a part of what makes this platform so fun. So, my New Year's resolution is to try and use Tumblr as a place for art, art dumps, sketches and thoughts. A digital sketchbook, of a kind :) For example, I want to share that I am currently working on creating some (hopefully) fun new products for my online shop... I plan on launching the new line of products at the start of next month (so far, I'm off to a good start). I am working on turning the All the Young Dudes book covers into A3-sized prints, as well as a Marauders band poster... (which I will share very soon! You're going to love that one, I'm sure.) I also plan on turning some artwork from the past year into prints, like the Triwizard Champions illustration, for example. And! I am working on stickers, something I have been wanting to make forever. And now I can finally do that. I've been saving up for some new equipment.

In this upcoming year, I want to continue working on all the character designs. They are so fun to do and I can't believe how well they have been received online. It's a privilege to be able to share them with you all, so thank you! :) <3 I'd like to hear from you if there are things you'd love to see more of in the upcoming year. Let me know if something special comes to mind! Or if you have a fun request. My inbox is always open :) For now, I wish you all the best!

Magical wishes, Fleur

[otomiyaa]

Masterpost 2.0

Fics written 'post-retirement' cuz I'm a clown

* = explicit | red = Only AO3

Note: Reblogs of fics and various reuploads from my old blog are not included.

However these can be found in the #otomiya!writes tag.

❥ Update: 27.1.2025

Tickletober/milestone event fics can be found in separate masterposts, linked at the bottom!

Agatha All Along

Death by Tickling | Lee!Agatha x Ler!Rio

The Apothecary Diaries

Jinshi's Surprise | Switches!Maomao x Jinshi

Arcane

Forgive | Lee!Silco x Ler!Vander

Hide and Seek | Lee!Viktor x Ler!Jayce

Not Like You | Lee!Caitlyn x Ler!Vi

Smile | Switches!Ekko x Jinx

The Spider | Lee!Viktor x Ler!Jayce

Stress Relief | Lee!Jayce x Ler!Viktor

Successful Failure | Lee!Vi x Ler!Caitlyn

Viktor's Secret | Lee!Viktor x Ler!Jayce

Boku no Hero Academia

All I Want For Christmas: D&D | Lees!KiriBaku x Ler!Deku

Deadpool

No Spoilers! | Lee!Reader x Lers!Deadpool & Wolverine

Dungeon Meshi

Round Three | Switches!Kabru x Laios

Tickle Fight | Lee!Kabru x Ler!Laios

Ticklish For You | Switches!Marcille x Falin

Free!

Sweet Revenge (collab, reupload) | Lees!Reigisa & Lers!Sourin

Gakuen Babysitters

Second Declaration of Love (collab, reupload) | Switches!Hayaryuu

Genshin Impact:

From 🐺 To 🐶 | Switches!Wrioney

Lyney's Trick | Lee!Gaming & Ler!Lyney

Quality Time | Switches!Wrioney

Terms & Conditions | Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham

TGI Tournament | Various Lees & Lers

Ticklish Actually | Various Lees & Lers

Traveler's Training | Lee!Sethos & Ler!Aether

Given

Last Christmas: A Festive Breakfast | Lee!Uenoyama x Ler!Mafuyu

Haikyuu

Better Setter! (Reupload) | Lees!Kenma, Akaashi x Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo

Jingle Bell Rock: Secret Snack | Lee!Tsukki x Ler!Yama

Snowed In (Reupload) | Lee!Akaashi x Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma

Honkai Star Rail

The Foreigner | Lee!Sampo & Lers!JingRen

The Kiss | Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio

Sharing is Caring | Lee!Caelus x Ler!Dan Heng

Small Spoon | Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio

Kaiju No. 8

Kaiju Experiment | Lee!Kafka & Ler!Reno

Love and Deepspace

A Date Worth Remembering (collab) | Switches!Zayne x Reader

Ebb and Flow | Lee!Rafayel x MC

Exclusive Tutorial | Lee!Zayne x MC

Midnight Moment | Lee!Xavier x MC

Nu: Carnival

Wreck The Sun Lord Party | Lee!Dante x Ler!Eiden

Obey Me

Not a Competition | Lee!Reader & Lers!Lucifer, Satan

Squid Game

Gihun's Weakness | Lee!Gihun x Ler!Inho

Super Mario Bros

Luigi Wins (By Doing Absolutely Nothing) | Lee!Luigi x Ler!Bowser

Tasogare Outfocus

On Camera | Switches!Mao x Hisashi

Popsicle* | Lee!Giichi x Ler!Jin

We're Dating | Lee!Shion x Ler!Rei

Twisters (2024)

Surprises | Lee!Kate x Ler!Tyler

Wind Breaker

Nirei's Discovery | Lee!Sakura & Multiple Lers

Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii

Love is Hard for a Broke Otaku | Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka

Yuri On Ice

Dear Reader | 1 |

New Year's Resolutions (collab) | Switches!Victuuri

Remissio (collab, reupload) | Switches!Victuuri

Random drabbles:

Tickle headcanons:

Link to my MDZS/TGCF tickle masterpost:

Tickletober 2023:

X Reader Tickle Drabbles:

Tickletober 2024:

12 Days of Tickles 2024:

[readychilledwine]

Hello ACOTAR fanfic writer! This fanbase appreciates your creativity and passion for these characters and ships, and you did such an amazing job with writing this year! The year is coming to an end, and I wanna ask:

What is your new year’s resolution for writing?

What are some of your tips for fanfic writing?

What was your favorite thing you’ve written this year?

Feel free to send this to your favorite fellow writers to spread the love and new year’s cheer🎉🪩

Happy New Year! A day late 😅.

My writing resolutions for this year are pretty simple. They are:

don't spend so much time overthinking things. I let myself get into a writing slump because of that last year, so even if it's a headcanon, I'm going to be posting. It will create consistency for all of you again and help keep me going.

To finish all my hanging series and mini-series through finding consistency

More Tamlin and Lucien. And Cassian smut. I promised @sarawritestories Cassian smut.

I don't know if this is necessarily a writing tip, but one of my favorite things I've noticed I tell my writing moots a lot is start with bullets or headcanons and let it flow from there. Sometimes, it takes you to get writing flowing to get an idea and allow it to build point by point. My other big thing is to make sure that even with requests, you're writing for you. You should get to enjoy and be proud of your writing.

As far as my favorite thing I've written.. A lot of my Lucien Vanserra things have flopped, but this Elucien x reader piece I did for @polyacotarweek is one I still go to and want to play with. I love the dynamic of Lucien and I think he's a great character to write and play with. I really loved exploring the idea of him and Elain in a poly relationship and might.. explore it a bit more using another Canon character 👀

[theshinazugawaslut]

More virgin content for 2025 ✨️💖 hny bae

Happy New Year to you, too, gorgeous!

Genuinely speaking, I've had the first week of the New Year off so I've been seriously planning some long-time New Years resolutions and one of these things is to get back onto Tumblr since it's something I've sorely missed!

Part of these plans is to 're-decorate' my account (e.g. make new masterlists, new themes, etc.) and also improve my writing (after I finish dishing out all the unfinished requests, I may overall start adding changes to how I write as I study literature more and more!)

Thank you for your support and OF COURSE THERE'S GONNA BE VIRGIN CONTENT (I also recently watched Arcane so there may be an increase in crusty mob-boss dilf virgin silco mwah mwah)