#like just dont get worked up over posts like that

[strwberri-milk]

Hello!

Can I request about what your headcannons would be if the boys were in a schoolAU instead of the original

(request was inspired by the official post of their info in deepspace academy)

hihi!! i recc you read this set of hcs too!! i honestly kinda sandwhiched my thots of them in a school au in here so these might be a little repeatative/ theyre super short bc i just dont have anything outside of what i already posted awefoaifjaoiawfa did you have anything specific you were seeing?? bc its really hard for me to extrapolate from just like, gen hcs sometimes :(

Zayne's tutoring sessions can go pretty late sometimes. He does use them to do his own homework and also likes them because it forces him to go over concepts over and over and reinforce them in his mind. He's the kind of guy who is super smart but still studies a lot to ensure that he doesn't leave testing up to chance. To him, he wants to make sure that his good grades are the result of his efforts and nothing is left up to chance.

He's a part of a lot of like, academic student bodies or anything that aims to support student's learning. He doesn't have a lot of time to go to social events but he does manage to grab a meal here or there with you. He's just got a lot on his plate to keep him busy. The only time he'll carve out time for social events is if you ask him to come with you and usually that means he's even busier leading up to it trying to get all his work done.

Xavier isn't big into clubs so he doesn't really seem to have many friends. He could totally be convinced to join a club by you though. He has a very tight knit group that would consist of you and Jerimiah. It'd have to be like, childhood friends because he isn't super into making new friends so any new friends he does make are directly introduced to him by his primary friend group.

He much prefers going over to yours or you going over to his place to study or hang out after class. He's the type of friend that basically lives at your house, staying basically until the sun sets. He'll spend the night too if he's allowed to, crashing on the floor of your bedroom. Definitely the kind of friends everyone assumes are dating and have to be convinced if you two aren't.

Rafayel is really standoffish and quiet so people just like, think of him as the really hot but also really scary guy. People don't really talk to him directly unless they really have guts to get cussed out by him if he's in an especially bad mood because he really doesn't care how people perceive him.

He really only talks to you and Thomas, and teachers also aren't safe. He's nice enough not to do anything to antagonise the teachers but he also isn't really an active participant in their classes. If they want him to participate then it's generally on his terms but when he does participate he's surprisingly cooperative when he puts in his two cents.

Sylus is popular and in that cool kid way. He's intimidating because everyone knows him and wants to talk to him and he also knows that he's popular. He doesn't really do anything with it, just acting like people aren't desperately trying to get his attention. He doesn't pay it any mind, ignoring it because it doesn't really matter to him.

He doesn't seem like he cares about classes but he actually kinda does. He doesn't work as hard as Zayne because he's smart enough and willing to leave things up to chance if needed to study. He excels primarily at classes that challenge him or require him to work with his hands as the mental stimulation keeps him focused.

He gets invited to parties a lot. The question becomes whether or not he'll attend - and generally he'll only go if you're there too. If you aren't there he really doesn't see any purpose in showing up.

[hyuniemyunie]

holding bruce while he cries ☆ミ

and then making him cum oops.

sub bruce wayne x gn dom reader

nsfw

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(ФωФ): big man in your lap, dry humping, clothed..stuff, bruce cumming in his pants, bruce crying!!!

lawd help this is kinda long😭😭 i write for everything mentioned in my pinned list, so dont be surprised if i post for a lot of characters/fandoms<3 if u saw any typos..no u didnt..

(I'll get to yalls requests soon after im done with exams!<3)

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the Batcave was silent except for the soft hum of the machinery and the occasional beep of the monitors. Bruce sat in front of the computer, his back hunched, eyes bloodshot from hours of working, but he wasn’t focused on the screen. His mind raced with the weight of his responsibilities, the guilt, the constant need to protect Gotham that never seemed to let up. The mask he wore as Batman was always on, even in moments of exhaustion.

You had been quietly watching him from the shadows for a while, your heart aching for him. You could see the strain on his face, the toll his double life had taken on him. He was never the one to ask for help, to let someone in. But you could tell he needed it, needed to be held.

Without a word, you approached him, your steps soft and measured. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling the tense muscles under his suit. “Bruce,” you whispered, your voice warm and full of concern. “You’ve been at this for too long. You need to rest.”

He didn’t respond, his jaw clenched as if holding back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. The weight of everything—Alfred’s death, the countless battles, the endless loss—was suffocating him, and he didn’t know how to let go of it. He wasn’t used to showing weakness, not even in front of you.

You gently knelt in front of him, your hand softly cupping his face, urging him to look at you. “Bruce, it’s okay,” you murmured, your voice tender, full of love, something bruce wasn't used to. “You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.”

For a moment, Bruce’s eyes flickered, and his chest tightened. He wanted to say something, to deny the raw ache in his heart, but the words got stuck in his throat. The walls he had built around himself started to crack, the dam he had carefully constructed to keep his emotions in check beginning to crumble.

Your thumb brushed over his cheek, a soothing gesture, and that was all it took. His shoulders shook as he let out a ragged breath, and before he could stop himself, tears welled up in his eyes. The dam had broken, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he trusted you enough to cry in front of you.

He buried his face in your hands, the flood of emotions too much to contain. “I can’t… I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, raw with pain. “I’m so tired, I’ve lost too much.”

Without a second thought, you pulled him into your arms, your embrace warm and comforting “Shh,” you whispered, gently rocking him back and forth. "You’re not alone. I’m here, always.”

He leaned fully against your body, letting you hold most of his weight as the weeks, months, years of pent-up emotions poured out of him. The words of comfort were like daggers to his weary heart. He'd never been on the receiving end of that kind of affection. He'd gone so long without it. He craved it far more than he'd realised.

Bruce clung to you, his hands gripping you tightly as if you were the only thing holding him together. He wasn’t Batman in this moment. He wasn’t the stoic, unshakable Bruce Wayne. He was just a man, broken and exhausted, seeking solace in your arms. The tears came harder now, and he let them fall, not bothering to hide his vulnerability anymore.

You stroked his hair, your touch soft and calming. “It’s okay to cry,” you whispered. “You’ve been through so much, and you’re so, so strong.”

He shook his head against your shoulder, the weight of his grief too much to bear. “I should’ve done more,” he whispered. “I should’ve saved them. I should’ve been stronger.”

“No,” you said firmly, your voice soft but resolute. “You did everything you could. You can’t save everyone, Bruce. But you’ve done more for Gotham than anyone ever could. And I’m so proud of you.”

The words were like a balm to his raw soul, soothing the pain and quieting the thoughts screaming in his head — the ones telling him to pull away, to get a hold of himself, to stop acting like a child, to stop needing things. Still, he didn't speak. Instead, Bruce squeezed you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and simply letting himself cry.

your words, full of warmth and reassurance, wrapped around him like a blanket, soothing the pain he had carried for so long. He pulled back slightly, his tear-streaked face searching you eyes, looking for something, anything.

You cupped his face gently, your thumb brushing away the tears. “You’re my sweet boy,” you murmured, your voice filled with so much love. “You’ve done enough. You’ve given everything. And now, you deserve to rest, okay?"

Bruce let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he allowed himself to finally relax into your embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t the Dark Knight. He wasn’t the protector of Gotham. He was just Bruce, a man in need of comfort, and you were there to give it.

your arms wrapped around him again, holding him close, your body warmth radiating through him like a beacon. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. He whimpered at the kiss, shuddering as the simple action sent a pleasant tingle through his body. His eyes were still shut tight, unable to bring himself to look at you.

In the back of his mind, Bruce was mortified by his behaviour. Sure, he wasn't exactly crying in public, but he'd never had this kind of breakdown before either. He couldn't help the little flicker of embarrassment that rose in him.

"just stay here, with me."

He nodded, pressing himself closer to you, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck in a bid to get as close as possible. He could just stay like this, he thought. He'd stay here forever, if you let him. Bruce sniffled slightly, trying and failing to keep the little whimpers of distress from escaping. He was a grown man, goddamnit, crying like a child in the arms of a pretty person. after a moment, you finally spoke, looking down at his hunched figure "you okay baby?"

He stayed silent for a moment, his face half buried in your hair. The sobs had stopped, leaving him with a raw feeling in his throat. He opened his mouth, letting out a hoarse and unstead-sounding 'yeah'. The urge to look at you welled in his chest, and he finally raised his head. His eyes stung, and he could only imagine the absolutely pathetic expression he must have.

yet you just looked at him..lovingly, as if he was actually worth caring for.

He was immediately struck by the expression on your face. No mockery, no disgust, no pity. Just a fondness in your eyes that Bruce hadn't ever seen directed at him. nothing genuine, anyway.

His chest ached, both in a good and bad way. Bruce blinked, leaning into you.

"I.." He started, voice hoarse, not being able to finish. he muttered a curse under his breath, frustrated by his inability to get past the lump in his throat.

"shut up, pretty boy, just let me cuddle you" you said with a little grin, a teasing glint in your eyes as you softly pinched his cheek Another huff slipped from his lips, but he couldn't help the reluctant half-smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth at your words. He still didn't lift his eyes to meet yours, the shame of his previous breakdown still too fresh inside him.

"You're not going to let this go.." he mumbled, shifting his body slightly. He wasn't technically in your lap, but you were still holding most of his weight.

"come on, relax, it's just us two, no one else.." you said with a shrug

This time, the almost-smile on his face turned into a full-fledged one. He lifted his gaze once more, looking to you for probably the first time in years without a sense of anger or caution.

"Just us two," he repeated, the foreign feeling of ease filling his chest. He took a breath, before adding; "Not Batman, yeah."

"you know, I've been wanting to do a thing for a while.."

before he could even process your sentence, you sat down on his chair, and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him down towards you. He let out a slightly strangled noise as he suddenly found himself in your lap.

"What are you-," he started, but you'd gotten the exact reaction you wanted from him. In his current position, his knees were on either side of your legs, and he was essentially straddling you. his body was..a bit too big to properly fit on your lap, and his weight was giving you a bit of a struggle. but some sacrifices must be made to have a beefy man in your lap, yeah?

"comfy?"you said, your voice smug as hell, too smug for his liking.

He spluttered, a blush staining his cheeks. He was, admittedly, comfy. He'd never sat on someone's lap like this before, so he wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself, and he could clearly see his body's... reaction to this new development. yes, he was hard. He looked away, trying to hide his blush and hoping you wouldn't notice the bulge pressing against your leg. "You're too much," he muttered gruffly.

and to his horror, you looked down and noticed exactly what you shouldn't have, his raging boner. god, this was embarrassing. He flinched, the stare making his blush deepen even more. He didn't mean for you to see quite what his body was doing, but it seemed he didn't have much choice in control at the moment.

".... I can't help it," he muttered defensively, still refusing to look at you.

you huffed out a laugh, arching a brow as you looked at him with the most amused expression you could.

"you got hard over..sitting on my lap?"

He muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like 'I'm a man, aren't I?'. He shifted again, trying to move slightly away from you, but your hands kept him firmly in place. He still refused to look at you, or even in your direction. "It's... been a while," he admitted with a frustrated huff of breath. well, yeah, it has been. no sex, no touching himself. if he didn't need to pee, he'd forget he even has a dick. so of course he's..sensitive.

you only looked up at him with a smug expression that made his blood boil, that damn smirk-

but then, you just..rolled your hips up like it was nothing. He let out a strangled 'ngh' at the friction he got from that, and his hands scrambled to balance himself by grabbing your shoulders.

Bruce shot you an irritated look — more for the fact that you seemed to be enjoying this than the action itself. "Stop that," he huffed, but his voice held a desperate whine. He swallowed thickly, the situation becoming even more uncomfortable by the second. the more you kept moving, the more uncomfortable he became.

you felt good against him. Really good.

He gripped your tighter, the redness of his face spreading down further. "You're a nuisance." he muttered, but the words had no bite behind them.

"Am i? you seem to be enjoying this a lot, bruce, I'm not even doing anything."

He bit the inside of his lip, letting out a shuddering gasp. His fingers dug harder into your shoulders, struggling to keep up his already flimsy balance. Bruce let out a whimper, unable to do much but let you have your way. He wanted — no, needed — more friction than what he was getting, but he had no idea what to do.

He took in a shuddering breath, a whine slipping past his lips. He shifted in your lap, trying to find a better position. He let out another gasp as your jeans pressed right against him, his hands clenching even tighter.

He couldn't look at you, could only focus on the friction as slowly, hesitantly, he found a rhythm to thrust against you, his dick rubbing painfully against the fabric of his suit.

"God," he choked out, his breathing ragged.

"you're acting like a virgin, bruce" you rolled your hips up to meet his grinding, earning a hitched moan from him, making him bite his lower lip, hard. "gonna cum in your pants too?"

He whimpered at your words, shuddering at the heat rushing through his body. He already felt like he was on the verge of coming, and they'd barely done anything. He'd spent so long without being touched by anyone, that the smallest thing was sending him over the edge. he was just so, so sensitive.

"Stop... talking," he panted, his breath hitching with every movement. "I won't... finish in my pants." He tried to sound as confident as possible, but he didn't really convince himself. he was absolutely gonna finish in his pants.

He groaned, the heat from his blush making him feel like he was burning up. He was already so close, and he'd hardly done anything. If your words weren't enough to push him over the edge, the mental image of what he must look like certainly would.

"Nn... please," he mumbled, the word turning into a whine at the end. He was barely holding on as it was.

"please, what? you need to tell me and use your big boy words, bruce"

he whined, letting his head drop to the crook of your neck as he spoke, voice barely above a whisper

"wanna cum.."

you chuckled, your hands going to rest on the firm muscles of his ass, giving them a squeeze "thats a good boy."

He practically let out a sob at your words, the combination of everything finally getting too much. He buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, desperate to muffle his moans into something, anything to stop him from giving everything away. In that moment, Bruce Wayne, the billionaire and famous vigilante, was a shaking, whining mess, trying his hardest not to cum in his pants like a fucking virgin

you got tired of all his panting and whining, deciding to finally make him cum. you grabbed his hair, pulling back hard, his response to that was immediate. A strangled cry escaped him, his fingers clinging to you as his body tensed, shuddering harshly as he came in his pants, wetting the front of it

Bruce slumped against you, breathing heavy and shaking. Humiliation crashed down over him like a bucket of icy water.

Even as he came down slowly from the high, the heat in his cheeks reignited. He lifted his head, looking down at his pants, then quickly looked away. He couldn't bring himself to look at it — how embarrassing. The wet patch on the front of his pants only made him feel more embarrassment, and he let out a low whine, burying his head back into your neck, damn his size, he couldn't even hide himself.

"none of that, look at the mess you made, bruce." you grabbed his hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to look at the mess he made

He let out another low whimper when you pulled his hair, so he had no choice but to pull his head back. He hesitantly looked down at his pants again, the damp patch on the front an obvious sign of what had just happened.

Bruce's breath hitched in his chest, and his fingers curled into your clothes again. "... I'm a mess.." he mumbled, his voice a whisper.

[moonshynecybin]

Aroused By Their Voice  + Bed Sharing for Marc/vale

hmm okay so in THIS scenario its like. the first real work trip post rosquez reconciliation when everything is like. new and pale and shivering like a leaf that is unfurling into the sun and theyre doing WAYYY too much probably too soon, but hey thats just how these guys simply have to role at this point.... like for real have not spent more than a night out of each other's company for the last two months. you squint in the back of marc's fuck ass ducati ski lodge videos and hey wait a minute is that valentino rossi. using poor pecco as facsimile of a cover story. valentino voice i will be at more races this season. kinda thing. and they are travelling together on the way to a race overseas (COTA ? for ME ?) and vale is tagging along (w the flimsy excuse of vr46 business...)

but crucially they are not OUTTT yet. and if theyre using work as an excuse, then they both have like. some actual stuff to do (like RACE) so maybe theres a tense lil moment when theyre at the airport (and they both WANT to say fuck it and follow the other to their hotel room to have sex and sniff each other's armpit as they fall asleep after and shit) but there are cameras on them and theyre feeling like theyre in the panopticonnnn and they dont want to rock the boat bc theyve never talked going public. and i mean they sure as shit arent going to start NOW. in austin-bergstrom international airport. in front of JOSE....

soooooo they go to separate hotels. putz around kinda bored and sad and spend too long in the shower kind of vaguely horny. contemplate jacking off and then just go on their phone and scroll their little apps. wait until it is not weird to call. and like five hours pass and marc cant sleep and he KNOWS vale is awake bc he's seen the fucked up hairdryer setup like he is AWARE.... and marc needsssss his nine hours of hot girl sleep if hes gonna crush cota like a bug and is getting NOWHERE + hes feeling fucking sorry for himself so gives up. blinks first. and he picks up his phone and calls vale who answers after one ring and starts yammering about the ugly fucking bathroom in his hotel and this and that and the food on the plane and it ISNT sexy except for all the ways that it is and marc is staring over at the empty side of the bed knowingggg vale sleeps naked with this hot thick thing swimming in his chest and he cant STAND IT. so he interrupts. and in a casual little voice that still manages to be demanding he says you know vale you should tell me what you would do. if you were here... and vale likes improv so he does and its crazy. BUT. during phone sex he like. has to reach over and unplug the hair dryer contraption that he needs to sleep and its a stretchhhh from the bed so he nearly keels over and marc is like. laughing and hard and gasping cupping himself trying not to shoot (hot things to marc: funny guys. death sport. people just like him. huh would u look at that) saying like pleaseeee dont die trying to get me off and vale is like if i could die doing ONE THING it would be getting you off... and then he just says fuck it and comes over lmao

[regular-samdragon]

More tfa Reverse au sketches and rambles. Here's the first post for the initial info on all of this

I dont exactly have a plot idea for this au yet, just mostly silly interactions between the characters. I'm still a little lost on what to have the decepticons doing in this. I have some slight ideas though, just might change up some details later

It makes sense for the decepticons to also be humans in this au. The initial idea I had was that Megatron owned the corporation that paved the way for technological developments in the city. Of course, Megs isn't the scientific mastermind behind it all. He just happens to own the company. Starscream and Blitzwing act as the head scientists, and Barricade is head of security. Starscream is constantly trying to think up ways to take over the company himself while the others are content to keep working under Megs. After all, he doesn't restrict them on how ethical their experiments have to be.

Sumdac himself, I haven't quite decided on yet. The lot that Ratchet's and Prowl's establishments are located in definitely has more than one store, so one idea I had was for Sumdac to stay human and own an electronics repair shop. Perhaps he misses Sari's initial landing, but the gang ropes him in when she ends up needing specialized repairs. Or, alternatively, he could be Sari's cybertronian dad, stuck back home and worried over how his daughter's first mission is going. Although he wouldn't be super involved in the au if I went with that idea.

Swindle is the owner of the local pawn shop, also in the same lot. He rarely seems to ever show up to work, leaving the shop closed for several days in a row. Sometimes even for weeks. It's a wonder to everyone how the pawn shop still manages to make a profit when Swindle is constantly on his 'overseas trips'. Bee and Bulk have swapped plenty of theories on what they think Swindle really does for a living, such as being a secret agent, or his store being a front for secret military experiments.

Thinking more of the lot they all work in, I'm calling it the Tower Plaza. Sort of drawing off the idea of Sumdac Tower from the show, and yeah a little inspo from OK KO I have to admit. The Tower Plaza gets it's name from a tall, abandoned clock tower that stands as the icon of the area. The clock hasn't worked for years but no one can afford to own or repair the building. This ends up becoming Sari's main hiding place. Bulk and Bee help her to spruce things up inside, making her a real home away from home. There's even a big basement door she can hide out in when Meg's men start poking their noses around.

Speaking of Megs again, his goal in this au would primarily be to capture Sari and have his scientists reverse engineer her for their own advancements in tech. Pretty much exactly what Sumdac did in the show with Megatron himself. Although while Sumdac had empathy for Megs when he was found to still be alive, Megs in this cares not what happens to Sari in the process. He doesnt see her as a living being (yet), and mainly just wants to advance his company for even higher profits.

And thus comes the conflict between the Tower Plaza gang and uhhh whatever I end up naming Megatron's company as.

Smaller notes:

•Folks on discord helped me out to find the PERFECT alt mode for Sari. That is, a Folland Gnat fighter aircraft. It's small and speedy and just really fits Sari's vibes

•Bee personally takes it on himself to teach Sari as many human curse words as possible. Orion nearly has a heart attack the first time he hears Sari swear

•Bee is also the one who came up with nicknames for everyone. Although Bulk is the one who came up with 'Bee' for him

•Orion was a second lieutenant before he was discharged

•Orion doesn't like to talk to anyone about why he was discharged from the military. Uncle Ratchet knows it involved another lieutenant and an intelligence officer, both friends of Orion. He doesn't know anything past that.

•Cybertron is not at war in this au, meaning the factions of autobots and decepticons don't actually exist. The need to hide the Allspark was more to keep it away from other alien races who would like to steal and misuse it

•Sari is only minimally trained for combat scenarios. With the occasional battle while on Earth, she asks Prowl to teach her some hand to hand combat. After an incident where she nearly took out a building, they now train far out in the woods

[suncraftedsoul]

Not shifting doesn't exist.

I was writing on how self speak is so insanley important. (lmk if u wanna read it)

im a HUGE semantics bitch

& i took a minute 2 jot down this thought abt shifting.

Oftentimes, when we hear terms like this, people think of the miniscule "every choice has an alternate path" parallel universe way.

Which.

Yeah, it's 100% valid, but it's not that limited ??

You are shifting to another one of your realities right now.

Not an "alternate" (NEVER THINK THIS WAY) version of you. YOU.

There is no such thing as

an alternate version of you

It's just u. It's always u.

Time DOESNT exist.

The "barriers" between realities DONT exist.

"I haven't shifted to [x] reality yet"

NO NO NO NO. SHUT THE FUCK UP. YES U HAVE YES U HAVE YES U HAVE YES U HAVE !

The only reason ur not shifting or ur manifestations aren't working is because YOU choose not to be aware of it.

Why ? Or what makes u not? Idk. Im not u.

U likely have put limiters on urself, even w/o realizing it.

Think about ur routines. What are the beliefs ur holding on to ? What are the thoughts going on in ur head while trying to shift? Methods U use ? Etc.

Ur never not in ur other reality

Its not always subconscious, either

I saw a post on here by @littlemissshifter abt how ur subconscious alr knows what it wants.

Its why reprogramming ur subconscious doesn't work for some people.

That's because your problem isn't from ur subconscious but from more frontal versions of ur consciousness.

figure it ur blockage & shift.

Literally, the moment u figure out what is preventing u from shifting or manifesting, it no longer has power over u.

There is a reason we get memories or glimpses of our other realities.

That missing feeling each day that you "don't shift". Like you're supposed to be somewhere or doing something thats not happening rn.

Its because you've shifted &

yet, a part of you is refusing to look at it.

Be aware of it. You're there right now.

Same with ur manifestations. You are genuinely in a different place & ur feeling it for a reason.

[Side note: manifesting is literally the same as scripting.

To manifest u shift urself in alignment]

Seeing that my main hurdle with shifting has been a frontal consciousness problem & not a subconscious one,,,

I hope some of my notes can help

u others out !

Im gonna end this thought here.

Im gonna take some time 2 really refine & better articulate what's going on in my mind 4 u guys.

This is likely common knowledge BUT IM NEW AND THROWING SHIT @ THE WALL #T.T#

Yap, session 3 completed

Thank u 4 reading (*^3(*^o^*)

(Me) (you)

Sunny out 🔆

[rangosmango7]

The Cadence of Part-time Poets by @motswolo

Can I just say I don’t think I’ll ever read anything better and I might have to give up fanfiction as a whole; Harry Potter/Marauders fanfiction, anyway, because I dont think I’ve ever read anything so gorgeous— it might be better than The Perks of Being a Wallflower; my favorite book that I’ve only ever read once out of fear that reading it again will push me off a ledge I couldn’t ever come back from.

I will reread The Cadence of Part-time Poets, because I don’t really care about the ledge I’ll get pushed off of— that’s how fucking brilliant it is.

Glorious.

Dramatic review? Maybe. But I’ve found that several people online have stated they stalled on reading the last two chapters because they didn’t want to finish reading it. I’ve never been one to keep myself from reading the ending of any story, especially one I love so much.

That being said, I’m on the last chapter before the epilogue, and I can’t bring myself to start it yet. Not until I stop crying about Remus Lupin and I don’t have work the next day.

I’ll update with an in-depth review (spoilers included) once I finish it, if I can ever bring myself to try to put everything I feel about this work into words.

Before reading, let me give you some advice if you’re like me and (understandably) hesitate before reading a near million-word fanfiction

1. Don’t read it until you’re ready to

It’s a monster. I put off reading it for a year or two and the timing never felt right until now. I couldn’t be more happy that I waited until it was right (it also took me an entire week and a half, which is long for me.

2. Don’t stress over not liking the OCs, because you will— Jesus F. Chopin, I promise you will love the OCs in this fic like nothing else.

Every lovely thing everyone said about Tomny and Tonya? True and wonderful and GLORIOUS I love them so much.

3. It isn’t going to be exactly what you expect it to be—

It’s going to be so much more.

@motswolo , thank you for this. I’m sure you get this all the time, but The Cadence of Part-time Poets touched my soul like nothing else. It made me smile and cry and it made me angry and lovesick and heartbroken and it made me feel understood.

I deal with bi-polar depression, and the way your Remus Lupin thinks makes me feel like I’m reading my own internal monologue. It has me crying and laughing and loving with him.

It revived my love for rock and roll, and Mary Macdonald understood my love for ABBA; Sirius Black, “Bohemian Rhapsody”. You understand my love of music.

I will update this post once I finish these last couple of chapters. For now, I leave you with this screenshot of the comments section that made me laugh.

(disclaimer, neither of the replies are true, but some may still consider this a spoiler, so tread lightly)

motswolo, you charmer, I think I’m half in love with you.

[moonshine-nightlight]

WIP Folder Ask Game

thanks at @snowkissedmonsters for the tag! i should be working or sleeping but i don't want to lol. gonna be tired anyways and i'd like to spend some time thinking about writing instead ^^

Gotta modify the game a little because i have so many story ideas and only going to put up title and a bit of info for 1) WIPs i have writing for, not just notes/outlines, 2) only in the monster romance genre, and 3) are for short stories/novellas because otherwise i'd still be typing out this post (i have a problem lol)

Avian Care - ReaderxF!Harpy. kinda my own creature but she's magic and she's got wings and is intimidating as all hell. seen as a rare, dangerous, cursed creature even though she's been helping. after a big battle she masically won for them, she's asked to leave and care for her wounds on her own so ppl dont freak out she's here. reader goes with her to help.

Bad Case of Loving You - M!Witch!ReaderxWerebear - witch accidentally love potions the whole town and the only one immune is his crush. i wonder why?

Bedwarmer - ReaderxF!Orc - mountain orc was awarded a small fief for her service in the war and asked if she wanted a bedwarmer. reader volunteered for the extra money. orc took it the title literally and is leaving both pining in The Only One Bed

Cat Goddess - ReaderxF!Diety - before the Big Fight, mysterious woman comes by the campfire and offers to help for a rpice, readers takes the offer and is now unkillable but has to random side quests for the cat diety whenever asked

Courtship Confusion - ReaderxM!Siren/Harpy - urban fantasy inspectors, friends to lovers, see masterpost for chaps 1 and 2

Darren's an Asshole - from the POV of a monster under your bed and the neglected children they end up taking care of. eventually pairing with two of the kids mom who didn't realize how shit her BIL was at babysitting lol

Feral - ReaderxF!Hellhound - the house left to you has some strange rules, but it was a free house. everything was pretty normal til the ominous dog kept showing up.

Fortune - Dragon!ReaderxF!Human- modern fantasy, the human you hired to be the financial consultant on your hoard is so good at her job and you gets so jealous about her hypothetically advising another dragon that you propose and double down when she's tries to giv u an out

Free Piano: Haunted - ReaderxM!Ghost, you pick up a piano to restore for your kid, it comes with a seventeenth century pissed off ghost

Goddaughter - ReaderxM!Demon - after being kidnapped by ur estranged father's supernatural enemies your neighbor shows up to rescue you and your daughter, because apparently your dad made a deal for your daughters soul before you were even born. and to think u'd had a crush on him before this

Of Lions and Lambs - ReaderXF!Werewolf - A/O. powerful werewolves made it a law that humans compatible with mating with werwolves were to be married off to restore populations after the War and you'd been successfully not getting tested for years until someone tests and reveals it you are one of those compatible humans at the worst possible moment. ur best friends steps in because surprise she's a werewolf to save u from creep!werewolf (and u've been pining after her for years) guess u gotta get married now.

Quid Pro Quo - ReaderxM!Demon - you're helping a demon figure out the fraud in his demon company and he's helping you figure out a loophole to get ur kids out of a deal your ex's corupt family made

Runalong - ReaderxGN!Runalong - the creature you used to imagine running alongside your car as you moved all over the place for ur parents jobs starts appearing to you as your travel as an adult.

Seen - ReaderxF!Demon - as you get to know a supernatural ally you see more and more of their true form. its not until you mention you can see their wings that they realize how close you've gotten.

So Close (Yet So Far Away) - M!ReaderxM!Werewolf - your friend's overprotective brother offers to let you two stay with him during an internship you both got and he can't seem to tell that you aren't interested in her. also the siblings are both werewolves but know the other is due to Circumstances

Kidnapped Musician - ReaderxM!Orc - based on the story about Fats Waller. in 1920s ur kidnapped by secret supernatural mafia but just cuz the boss loves your music. you have a wild multiple day party with the gang and come away with a special connection to one of the right hand guys to the boss

Minotaur Heir - ReaderxM!Minotaur - after the kings oldest human son leads you on and then humilitatingly leaves you for another, you decide to get your revenege. turns out his dad locked his minotaur son away in the labrynth but didnt actually disinherit him. you decide to marry him and take the kingdom for urselves

Postman PI - ReaderxF!EldritchEntity - rural area postal worker, mysterious packages addressed vaguely, friendship as they get to know one another. who gave this being access to the internet?

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

I actually think @snowkissedmonsters tagged everyone i'd tag (and idk enough ppl to tag according to the rules) so anyone who wants to share their wips, consider urself tagged lol

thanks again!

[ganondoodle]

since tumblr always has to suffer my personal vents and breakdowns and rants and annoyances you get the most wips and pics of unfinished stuff, im sure that makes up for it

the (unfinished) shiekah arm concepts that made me want to explode and i dont think im gonna work on again

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[meamiki]

Happy Anniversary In Stars and Time!! Have some Friend Quest based drawings :D

(These have specific quote picks related to them! And there's also a long ramble on why I like those specific quotes below if interested)

(And by long, I mean roughly 2k+ words of proper ramble total, so be warned before clicking keep reading this link right here to the rb!!)

[every-sanji]

[flovoid]

When an apple falls off a tree

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[storywestistrash]

watched mouthwashing finally. the fact that i saw people be more aggressive towards curly than jimmy is kinda strange. kinda real weird

[theloveinc]

act i scene i: older, childless, bachelor Barbarian!Bakugo finds you six months pregnant hiding in an empty stable during one of his clan raids--and instead of slaughtering you as a much younger him might've done...he throws you onto his cart of treasures and decides to take you home so he can start the family he never had with you and your child as his bride and baby.

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)