#long rambling blurb as always lol

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'Tell me what feels good' with postmatty

at the beginning of sleeping together, matty is obviously eager to find out what makes you fall apart. so it’s no surprise that one evening after dinner at his (with adam conveniently nowhere in sight), he takes the opportunity to sit you up on the countertop for a gloriously messy makeout session. he already knows you LOVE doing that and he's more than eager to indulge because he gets to swallow your pretty little moans and his hands end up wandering all over your body. and you get to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him in as close as possible because having his tongue down your throat is your own personal kind of heaven.

you only pull back when the lightheadedness sets in, breaking away reluctantly as both of you pant against each other's lips, desperately trying to catch your breath.

"could kiss you forever. y'know that, darling?"

all you can manage is a hazy nod before pulling him back in, the wet, sloppy sounds of your kiss filling the quiet room. your chest tightens with happiness because you finally get to kiss him to your heart's content.

"greedy girl." kiss. "that's what you are." kiss. "and i fucking adore it." kiss.

it doesn’t take long for his hands to wander beneath your skirt, thumbs brushing teasingly over the lace of your thong, sending a shiver through you and making it painfully clear just how desperately you need some kind of relief.

"can i finger you, sweet?"

your response is to catch his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down just hard enough to make him both wince and moan, the sound shooting straight to your warmth, now feeling self-conscious of your cum starting to drip onto his countertop.

"'s that a yes, then?"

you mumble a muffled 'fuck me' against his lips but, of course, he doesn't miss the opportunity to tease you and let you know that's not what he asked. so you just take the initiative to blindly place his hand on your cunt, guiding it up and down, making you whimper instantly as it’s unreal how much better it feels when he’s the one touching you.

matty breaks the kiss to look down as his other hand lifts the fabric. “be a good girl and hold this up for me, yeah?” your heart skips, and without a second thought, your right hand obediently gathers the skirt, bunching it against your stomach. your left gripping his shoulder as he gently lifts up your ass to take off your underwear. the elastic catches at your knees but he doesn’t bother to pull them down all the way. with a firm but the most tender grip, he presses his hands against your inner thighs, spreading your legs as wide as your stretched thong will allow.

two of his fingers slide into you right away, filling you perfectly as he sets an agonizingly slow pace. his forehead presses gently against yours, but his eyes stay locked on where his fingers disappear into you, watching every movement, every reaction. his fingers glisten with your slick as he pushes deeper, and you shudder when he starts to curl them each time he pulls back, searching for that sweet, perfect spot.

minutes after, his free hand comes up to cup your face, tilting it gently so he can watch your eyes, taking in every tiny reaction you can’t hide as he continues to work you up, trying to learn anything and everything which might give you pleasure.

“tell me what feels good, baby.”

you whimper and clench at his words. how the fuck did you get so lucky? you try to remember the last time someone was this attentive, but end up losing all train of thought when the tip of his finger brushes you oh so perfectly.

“fu—fuck, matty. there. do that again, please.”

“like that?”

absolutely. definitely. yes.

your legs start to tremble the more he hits that spot, but you need more so you take him up on his words.

“use your thumb, babe. but just go slow.”

matty groans before he kisses you, his tongue against yours immediately as he finds your clit and rubs tight, gentle circles over it. every now and then you feel as he gathers some of your cum so there’s no friction halting his movements.

the pressure of his thumb on your bud and the deliberate stroke of his fingers inside you has your body trembling, arching into him as the pleasure tightens. but you still want more—need more—so you pull back from the kiss, your hand sliding up to grip his jaw, squeezing lightly until his mouth falls open. you can tell he’s eager by the way his eyes sparkle and crinkle at the corners, his pupils dilating as you press your thumb on his tongue, wordlessly asking him to stick it out. he does so and you spit on it, not missing the moment his eyes roll back. it’s impossible not to moan outloud at the image of your not-yet-boyfriend with your saliva running down his chin.

you’re in awe, every nerve in your body buzzing as you try desperately to commit this moment to memory—the way matty’s eyes stay locked on you, the faint smirk tugging at his lips as he leans down, letting the warm, slick mixture of spit drip onto your clit. and before you can even process the sensation, he’s circling it again. broken whimpers fall from your lips, your body trembling uncontrollably as he pushes a third finger inside you, the stretch both overwhelming and perfect, making your head spin. you cling to him, fingers digging into his shoulder as he steadies you, his palm warm on your lower back.

“feels good, doesn’t it, darling?”

and honestly, you can’t answer, can’t do much but let your head drop to his shoulder. his name spills from your lips over and over, each moan shaking with desperation as his fingers press just right inside you, still brushing against that spot that has you seeing bright white speckles on the back of your eyelids.

your thighs shake, the tension in your body coiling impossibly tight before you finally break apart, the release ripping through you as you cum all over his hand, your body shuddering and clenching around him. he doesn’t stop, not right away, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until you’re left gasping, trembling, and totally wrecked in his arms.

[1eoness]

professor!re4r leon fucking u.. i think (or at least wanting to fuck u)

cw content : leon size kink kennedy (jk) | sub-afab-fem-reader and dom!leon kennedy | age gap(ur 22 he's 27), leon masturbating, penetration, slightly weird ooc leon ♡

[to clarify, i am 18. anyone <18 and anyone >18 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

authors note bc i love rambling; btw i'm writing this in public at some boba cafe can u believe that lol im literally supposed to be studying but hwatever fuck it leon make me go blaahhhhhh. btw what do i call this? a fic?blurb?drabble? idklmfao by the way i have NO idea on how to write professor x reader shit so im sorrhy if this sucks ass.

synopsis : conflicted and flustered professor!leon kennedy of your local college struggles to improve his class' average because students like you—incompetent, airheaded, spoiled and klutzy— make it difficult for him :(

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you heard the rustling of laptop bags and stationery as leon's students left for that morning lecture. though, they moved slow and drowsy; for leon is sure nowadays this generation can't afford to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to prepare for a 7 a.m. lecture on "deviance and crime control."

especially you.

kennedy is a sharp man. he harps on students even if they get a B on any assignment, but he swears it's on his tough love (to which a lot of students aren't really aware of, just that they know this stoic pretty-face of a man has high standards.)

he is also keen on attendance. something girls like you seem to take lightly. it was absurd, really. most professors don't give a shit, do they?

it would've been fine with leon if you missed lectures even twice a week as long as you emphasized your understanding of his lessons through putting stellar effort on your schoolwork. but the best you've gotten on his class was a B- drawing close to a C+.

so, he needs to have a chat with you. urgently.

"l/n, i need to speak with you." leon spoke, confrontative as his black jeans peered from your right peripheral vision. he stood tall beside the edge of the table where you sat. jesus, was he trying to give you a heart attack? (he always had this habit, he'd just pop out of nowhere. he has silent feet.)

yes, you may have missed his lectures from monday to thursday to go to macedonia with your family: but if leon were given the opportunity for a vacation he would snag it too, right?

you looked up at the young professor, wide-eyed and a bit intimidated. what the hell did you do this time? you closed your laptop, gave leon your full attention. leon has also noticed this about you; you're quick to pay attention but you have the memory span of a dumb rabbit. maybe even the IQ of one too, if leon was rude enough.

so you sat there, hands on your lap as you fiddled with the pleats of your blue plaid skirt. the color makes his heart beat a little—he loves the color blue. and the way it looked on you... wait, no. what the hell was he thinking?

"you couldn't even spare the few minutes to e-mail me that you'd be missing four- four, of my classes in one week." he emphasized with a slate tone, and the way his eyes peered down at you added that he needed your reasoning of the situation. he'd love to hear what you had to say for yourself. "i had to talk to your friend, ashley, for some clarification. even the president's daughter has the dignity to show up to my class with a verbal apology." leon scolded as his fingertips met the pages of your notebook. did you even care about his classes? :(

much to your chagrin, your lips were pressed in sheepish silence. hopeless, even. you didn't even have anything to say for yourself? how pitiable.

you simply can't miss class, that wasn't right! just because you thought you could hide in the shadows amidst leon's collective of 73 students (yes he counts), you aren't out of his eyes. in fact, you stood out to him even if you were just an incompetent scholar.

he sighed at your silence. "fair enough, an apology can't compensate for your lack of presence or decorum." he then placed your paper on the desk, you had gotten a D. you were never a bad student but this was your first D ever! your eyes widened and he caught on even though he could only see the crown of your hair. "surprised? because i'm not." leon uttered flatly while his pale fingers flipped through the papers right in front of you. you even spotted a few contractions— when did you even pass this?!

but you weren't a bad girl to him, no. you were capable of shame and guilt. you looked sideways, unable to meet his eyes and training your vision to the floor. you felt low, disappointing a professor that gave you numerous chances to break out of your awkward shell.

"you're a smart girl, you know that?" he finally sighed softly. he wanted you to look at him, make him another promise that you'll start putting effort in his class. he needed to maintain his class's average or else he'd prove he was an inept professor, and he can't do that when he lets 'students like you' get away with shabby attendance and subpar schoolwork. "i don't just give students chances. but that doesn't make you special." and it was true—he's voluntarily failed 6 of his students before. "you'll do something about this, right?"

"yes, professor kennedy.." you muttered modestly.

"hmm?" he hummed inquisitively as he took your paper back. he was willing to give you a chance. "listen to me. i'll give you the chance to redo your paper. i know when students rush their work and if i see even a hint of redundancy in it—i will take all my chances back. and you are never taking absences from my class. i don't want you entering even a minute late, or leaving a second early. i hope we're clear, l/n."

naturally, you were scared. so you nodded up at him after countless confirmations that you will do you work and that you'll show up to class no matter what. he has to use your word against you, he's sorry but it's for your own good.

once he was satisfied, he gave you a nod and turned his side, dismissing you. after all, leon was a busy man. you're not his only student.

it was when you walked out the building and then 20 minutes away from it that you felt like crying. you hated being scolded by him :( but just when you were about to go through your bag for your handkerchief, you were stuck with an inconvenient realization. you forgot your handkerchief.

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leon just stared at the table where you sat from just now, backpack strap over his shoulders since he was just about to leave. he gripped onto either of them slowly as he stared down at your handkerchief in contemplation.

a twofold baby-blue hankie embedded with a subtle floral print. tentatively, he picks it up with his hand and examines it. for a minute his mind went blank, conflicting between chasing you and just returning it to you or to leave it by the lecture podium for her to retrieve tomorrow (when you hopefully attend his lesson again.)

..but blue was his favorite color.

"damn it." leon, with a barely audible mutter, shoved the handkerchief in his jacket pocket. he felt like the most guilty man in the world, poor boy.

...

leon sighed.

he wasn't celibate.

his hormones were in shambles once he got to his place. perhaps part of it was because he knew he hasn't graded the recent tests yet.

manspreading, tie loose, shirt stuffy and jeans undone while his hair wisped in slightly disheveled directions. cold breaths followed out his pretty mouth.

"nnn..fuck.. uhh-" leon whimpered into the baby blue cloth, laced with your perfume. he felt so guilty, so perverted. he shuddered every time he could see over the edges of the cloth, seeing his cream-leaking tip from previous orgasms spurt teasingly. "ahh- fuuuck, p-please-"

his grunts were high. he was close to crying, staining your pretty handkerchief with guilty-pleasure-ridden tears. spilled milk, it trailed down his pretty shaft as he pumped it over and over. his motive was you— you were just so fucking stupid and had so much naivete, it absolutely vexed him knowing how endearing you were.

until a slip of leon's mouth surprised him, earning a small squeak from him as he accidentally muffled your name in your cloth. "fuck, y/n- a-ahh.. u-uhh..hmfff.." he was frustrated; whining and cumming while his mind stirred with the thought of you and your pretty eyes and the photographic memory of your dumbstricken face.

he gave out a tired whine into the cloth, so, so close to crying his frustrations out. he just wanted to eat you. christ, and he was so hard for you it made his head ache..

he could only watch his girth that pulsed with white. he pried the sweet handkerchief off his lips, breathing roughly and wiping his tears. he felt so, so sorry for you. the color of the cloth looked exactly like the skirt you wore yesterday. and yet to top it off, he (ashamedly) wiped his cum off with your dainty cloth. oh, he's so sorry..

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he didn't want to come to this point. or maybe he did and god was force-feeding him with culpability (he's atheist). he offered once to tutor you personally. one-on-one, no distractions. and so suddenly, someone's skirt was on his clean carpet floor..

your blouse draped over your shoulder and was pulled above your bra carelessly. he handled you with so much ease, squishing you into position while he tried to slowly push his thick length into your syrupy hole. you bit the knuckle of your thumb, and whimpered timidly that he was too big. but look where you were now.

"fuck- you're so- you feel so good.. shut up and take it all, yeah?.. hmmff-" there leon goes, harping you again. you were so loud but it wasn't even your fault, not when he was pistoning his cock into you and paying no hesitation to his pace. you were simply too sweet for him not to please. "sweetheart, hold onto me.." he mutters.

he was pushing every squeak and cute little wail out of his pathetic student, rutting his tip into that spot. "n-nnghh- aah!~" you were running low on words.

"yeah?- mhmm...ffuck, right here? huh?" the feeling of him thrusting against that spongy part more and more sent your mind further into autopilot. you were past squirming around and pushing him away, you just had to take it.. and take it.. and you were doing so good ♡.

"l-leoonn.. m-mm!- fffeels t-too good-" you babbled, mind stuffy with the pleasurably-shameful feeling of being gorged with your professor's thick girth. he shuddered at the way you uttered his name so adoringly. to leon you were so dirty but so, so cute. he had you puddled into tears beneath him while he fucked into your cute little hole with fervor. he just wanted to stuff you full, make you his, adore you forever.

he whined softly into your shoulder. you kept clenching down on him and it made him impossible to think. his phone was ringing on his bedside but he doesn't even give a shit—if anything he tried to drown it out by thrusting into you faster, to which made him lament into your skin. he even adjusted your hips up impossibly further.

"l-leeonn, n-no..— n-no more, please!!-" you blabbered adorably, voice mumbly and whiny as you clawed at his shoulders or back— you didn't know anymore.

"shhh shh.." he cooed over your cries with a quiet and honeyed voice, planting a soft kiss to where he could reach on your face or head. "i know, i know, it feels so good, hm?.. just let it feel good, baby—ahh, fuck-.. uhh..." he moaned lowly into your shoulder, unable to stop the way he rutted his cock into your creamed-up cunt. you seemed to be enjoying it, so why were you complaining? leon thinks to himself smugly but he knows he can't act on his pride. after all you made him like this—submitting to his carnal urges...

you didn't wanna cum a third time, huh? silly little girl.

leon growled quietly into the crook where your neck and shoulder met. you've never heard that sound from him. he held you down, constraining you, and squished you further into his mattress. a helpless and surprised yelp lolled out your tongue as he went impossibly quicker while he cursed like he was about to break down in tears. leon was mercilessly grinding his cock into all your sensitive spots, not letting your pleas of retort contest him. "fuckfuck- u-uhhh, take it, baby, c'mon... do it f'me, it's gonna feel so good-.. ahh!-"

he couldn't even finish his sentence—just piping his cum in you roughly as if he were proving a point, growling whinily along the way. he even kept fucking you shallowly while you were a dumb, sniffling mess with no sense of self-assertion as you creamed all over his shaft uncontrollably a third time. consecutive and quiet whimpers could be heard from you while you soaked in your overstimulation, needing him desperately to reassure you again through the overbearing pleasure of being pushed past what your cunny can handle.

"poor baby." he muttered to himself breathily as he gave the last of his tired, frustrated thrusts and pulled out of you; giving you the time to breathe while he pats your hair down comfortingly. his fluttering eyes finally closed as his head found refuge in your neck, slightly limp with exhaustion as he huffed cold breaths on the wet patches of your skin.

he pulled his head away after a minute of regaining what's left of his strength. leon looked down at you with subtle puppylike eyes, like he was sorry for ever being so harsh on you; even before he fucked the shit out of you. you quietly took your handkerchief to wipe some sweat off his neck— and his cheeks went a little rosy, remembering what he did to it that day you "lost" it ♡.

seems detergent can't wash something like lust away!

[bohemianblasphemy]

HIIIII I’VE COME BACK TO TUMBLR FOR THE FIRST TIME IN LIKE OVER A YEAR, IM PIIIINIIIIINNNGGG BAD FOR DEAN WINCHESTER 😭

I’m an apprentice and was wondering if you could just blurb or write (or literally whatever you want/think of!!!!!) about being a fellow hunter in a long term relationship with Dean, traveling motel to motel and eventually living in the bunker with them, setting up an area and tattooing the boys (but mostly Dean) on slow days when we’re bored just sitting around in the bunker. (My vision is super based on knowing his character was supposed to be YATTED but it got cut due to budgeting-ugh).

Maybe also being a witch or something idk just thinking of plot lol hehe I’d be happy with LITERALLY anything! And if you’re uncomfortable doing this or just don’t feel like it that’s totally cool too!

Anon, I love you - this request is just *chefs kiss* Dean Winchester with tattoos would be the death of me.

I wasn’t sure how to implement the witch element into these headcanons but I hope this is okay!✨

Dean Winchester x tattoo apprentice! Reader

It was hard to get a lot of practice in especially out on the road, moving between motels and all the hunting you and the winchesters do- but once you all move into the bunker and settle in, you made it your mission to create your own little corner.

Dean had always been supportive of your tattooing. He is absolutely fascinated with the process of watching you tattoo- whether it’s creating your designs or practicing them on fake skin, he’s always watching.

He would also help you set up your space and help you buy supplies.

Dean always wanted tattoos, but was never sure of what he wanted to get. (Definitely has a secret Pinterest board of tattoo inspiration)

He loves to go through your designs and is in absolute awe of how talented you are. Sam would often find him just going through them in his down time, zooming in on every little detail.

As soon as you are ready to tattoo real skin, Dean is ready to be your Guinea pig.

“I’m ready sweetheart.” He’d say with a cocky grin, but he wouldn’t tell you he’s absolutely shitting bricks. But as soon as that needle hits his skin he’s like “oh… that’s not what I thought it was gonna feel like.” And he’s totally fine.

Sam would eventually get a couple small tattoos from you, his pain tolerance isn’t as good as deans but he still sticks it out like a champ.

You start off with smaller tattoos on Dean, gradually going to biggest more intricate pieces. Some having deep meaning, some because he thought the design was cool ( which would be like 90% of his tatts)

Since you both had been together for a longgg time, you know he’d get something that symbolises you.

He’d also get something for sam 😭 (you just know he cried when he showed it to him.)

Dean just admires your focus and how beautifully you do your work, he’s just such a proud boyfriend of his talented amazing partner.

You’d have to constantly remind him of tattoo aftercare because he can get a bit lazy with it.

“No Dean you can’t scratch your tattoo it’ll ruin it.” “But it’s so damn itchy!”

When the tatts are healed he can’t help but feel so much more confident in himself. Every reflective surface he sees he just flexes his arms and smirks.

If anyone asks about where he got his work done he perks up right away. “Oh yeah my partner did them, they’re amazing right?” And just rambles about you and your talents.

Lovesss when you trace over the work you’ve done on him with your fingers when you’re laying down with each other.

[goldfades]

CONSENSUAL recording with Trevor because they’re long distance? 🩶

Thank u i’m a big fan of your work 🩶

✮ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, tz¹¹

♡ ─ word count | 500 words (shortest blurb i've ever written LOL)

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut! read at your own discretion!!! unedited, blowjob, recording (consensual obvi), hair pulling, trevor being a yapper (degradation + praise, you know how it is), swallowing cum, mention of spit and just nasty stuff LMAO.

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♡ ─ ev's notes | okay, after writing this, i think i've realized i may have a thing for recording. okay so.... goodnight....

Your hand was clasped around Trevor's cock as you looked up at him, a big smile on your face. His legs were spread as you knelt in between them, his hard length in your hands as Trevor held his phone up as he recorded you.

"Fuck, baby. You look so good," Trevor's voice was low as he spoke. His other hand grabbed your hair, making you look up at him. "You gonna make me feel good? Huh?"

"Mhm," you answered as you gazed up at him. Trevor slowly pushed your head down so your lips could meet his tip as your lips parted, slowly taking him in your mouth.

He let out a groan at that, pulling on your hair harder as you started to take him. You tried to keep your eyes on him as your eyes watered, Trevor's tip hitting the back of your throat quickly. Trevor's hand was still planted on your head as he pushed down further, making you take more of him.

"Fuck, baby." He slowly made a makeshift ponytail out of your hair, taking complete control of your head. "Such a pretty girl, hmm."

You started bobbing your head up and down his cock, all while trying to keep your eyes locked on him. There was spit going down his cock and your chin, making a mess everywhere but neither of you cared. Every little noise of praise he made, made you take even more of him.

Your vision started to blur as Trevor pushed you further down, keeping you on his cock before pulling you off his cock to get some air as the camera focused on you.

"Such a dirty slut for me, right princess?" Trevor groaned out as he saw the beautiful sight in front of him. You were breathless as you nodded, but before you could completely catch your breath Trevor pulled you back on his cock and you eagerly took him.

"Shit, baby. Keep going, come on, make me cum." Trevor rambled on as he fucked into your mouth, his whole body feeling like it was on fire.

As you kept bobbing your head up and down his cock, Trevor kept his hand right in your hair, effectively using your mouth the way he pleased. He knew this video was gonna come to use, especially when you weren't around to help him out since he lived so far. But he knew it would not even come close to how you really made him feel, your mouth was heavenly compared to his hand.

Your chin was covered in spit and pre-cum as you tried to focus on Trevor, looking up at him the way he liked. Your jaw was aching and your pussy felt warm as he kept fucking your mouth. You felt him twitch in your mouth and you knew he was close.

A few seconds later, you felt him spill his cum into your throat. He kept your mouth on his cock so you could swallow all his cum, all while he let out groans. As he spilled entirely into you, he pulled you off his cock and he breathed heavily. He let your hair fall as he moved away, attempting to wipe all the spit off your face.

He kept the camera on you as breathed heavily. "You did so fucking good, baby." He smiled as he turned the camera off, moving down so he give you a sloppy kiss.

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thank you for reading all the way through, as always ♡

[corroded-hellfire]

Pretty Girl - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: This is for my darling @munson-blurbs 💚 I told her that if she finished the big project she was working on in time, I would write her anything she wanted. Not only did she finish on time, but she did it damn near perfectly. I am so unbelievably proud of you, Bug. I’m always in awe of your intelligence and work ethic. I hope I did justice to what you wanted, and I hope you all enjoy it as well! Also, I hope that I used the academic terms I included correctly, but if I didn’t, we’re just going to ignore that lol

Request/Summary: Eddie × Bookworm!Reader where Reader is stressed because of a massive project she has to do. And she keeps talking about all of this academic stuff that makes Eddie's head spin. So he does what he does best: fucks his smart girl until she's dumb

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f!receiving, slight daddy kink

Words: 2.4k

Eddie’s just hanging up the phone as you step into your shared apartment after a long day on campus. Letting out a huff, you drop your backpack down on the kitchen table, and books and papers come spilling out.

“Ugh,” you groan, running your hands down your face. Eddie frowns and walks over to the table as you slump down into a chair. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks as he takes the seat across from you. 

With a sigh, you shake your head. “S’nothing.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and tilts his head. You can practically hear him asking if you really expect him to believe that. “Just school bullshit. You’d think people studying for their doctorate would be a little more serious than some people in my class. But you don’t want to hear me ramble on.”

“Uh, yes, I do,” Eddie says, leaning forward on the table. “You know I think it’s sexy when you talk all academic. My girl’s gonna have her PhD.”

The salacious wiggling of his eyebrows has you cracking a smile. Relenting, you sit up in your seat and begin to tell Eddie about the irritants you’ve been dealing with.

“So, we have to utilize these things called literacy based behavior interventions…”

Eddie rests his chin on his fist as he listens to you. He’s picked up a lot over the years and is able to identify so many more words that you say than he used to. Sometimes though, he still gets a little confused.

“Well, then that brought us to the Social Identity Development Theory…”

Nodding, Eddie is almost positive he knows what that is, but he doesn’t want to interrupt you to double check. 

“But after all this, he admits he doesn’t really understand qualitative vs. quantitative methodology! I have absolutely no idea how this man even became a BCABA.”

I know this one, Eddie thinks to himself. Board Certified Assistant Behavior Analyst.

“Then he kept saying ‘phenomenology’ instead of ‘pedagogy.’”

Now those, Eddie did not know. He can see you getting more riled up though, so he knows it’s time to intervene.

“Baby, baby, hey.” He reaches over and tugs on your hand, nodding for you to come over and sit in his lap. “It’s okay, you just need to relax.”

Reluctantly, you push yourself out of your chair and let Eddie pull you on top of him. The way he smirks up at you lets you know he’s about to get frisky even before his large hands slide up your thighs. Rough, calloused fingers dig into the plush of your denim covered legs. 

“I think my smart girl needs me to take care of her, doesn’t she?” Eddie pouts up at you. When you nod in return, your boyfriend removes one hand from you and brings it back down to deliver a harsh smack to your ass. “Use your words, baby.”

A whimper escapes your throat as you tighten your legs around his hips. “Yes, Eddie. Need you. Make me feel better.”

Tightening his grip on you, Eddie stands up from the chair. A squeal escapes you as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck. A smirk of satisfaction on his lips, he carries you into your shared bedroom. Gently, he lays you down and lets you get comfortable before he’s crawling on top of you. Eddie tugs on the hem of your shirt, and you sit up enough for him to slide it off of you. Then he works down your body, taking off every piece of clothing in his path. Moving back up your body, he goes to press kisses against your neck, but you stop him with a yank on his own shirt.

“Me too?” he asks with a chuckle. 

“Yes.” The adorable pout in your voice has Eddie acquiescing, stripping down so he’s just as naked as you are. 

“May I continue?” After letting your eyes slowly roam up and down his bare body, you give him a nod of approval. 

“You may.”

He chuckles and leans in and presses his lips against the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet. The kisses start off soft and sweet but turn wetter and needier as he moves down to your collar bones. Moving further down your body, he attaches his lips to the underside of your breast. It’s his favorite place to leave hickies on you and from the way his mouth is moving against the sensitive skin, you’re sure that’s what he’s doing now. 

As the first moans tumble out of your mouth, Eddie switches breasts to give the other one the same attention. Your hands tangle in the curls that are splayed out over your naked chest, your fingers coming up to scratch at Eddie’s scalp as he continues his journey down your body. His kisses trail down your stomach, to your belly button, then further and further down until he stops just shy of where you most want his mouth. 

“So needy,” Eddie says with a chuckle as your hips begin to move, looking for some sort of friction. You let out a whine and give a tug to Eddie’s hair. A guttural groan sounds deep in his throat. “Playing dirty, huh?”

“Need you so bad, Eddie,” you say through a whimper. The way you look down at him with wide, imploring eyes has his cock twitching between his body and the mattress. 

“Relax, my beautiful little genius. I’m gonna help you feel better.”

You’re not given a chance to respond as Eddie moves down and wraps his lips around your clit. One of your hands comes out of Eddie’s hair to grip the sheet you’re lying on.

“Fuck,” you moan. 

Eddie’s tongue expertly works over your clit, moving at the speed and pressure that he knows drives you wild. Using his hands to spread your legs even wider for him, he nudges his nose against your sensitive nub as he licks at your entrance.

“Jesus, baby, I’ll never get used to how fucking good you taste.” It’s not unusual for Eddie to take his time when he’s going down on you. He likes to ravish you, gathering every last drop from you that he can. The only reason he pulls away from your sopping pussy is to praise you on how sweet you taste or how wet you are for him. 

Now, Eddie’s taking even more care than normal to make sure you’re feeling good. Lazy strokes of his tongue over your clit pairs with him slipping two fingers into you. The moment he curves them up inside of you, he’s hitting that delicious spot that has you seeing stars. There are few things Eddie knows better than your body—it’s the only thing he’s ever actually enjoyed studying. He knows it as well as he knows his own body and is able to bring you to the brink on his terms and in his time. 

“M’close, Eddie.”

He knows without you telling him, though. You both know that. The way your walls clamp down around his fingers, the way your breaths hitch as you lose yourself in the feeling. With one last rub of his fingers against your inner wall, the wave of pleasure crashes over you and has you whining out your boyfriend’s name over and over again. 

“That’s a good girl,” Eddie coos as he works you through your bliss. As your moans subside, he slips his fingers out of your pussy and pops them into his mouth. “Mm, fuck, baby.”

“Eddie,” you whine, trying to catch your breath.

“What, my princess?” He crawls up your body and presses gentle, barely-there kisses along the column of your throat. “You already cock drunk? I haven’t even been inside you yet, sweetheart.”

“Y’make me feel so good.” Your hands reach up, grabbing at any expanse of Eddie’s pale skin that you can.

“I’m here, baby,” he assures you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

“Wanna feel you.”

“Aw, does my pretty girl want my PhD?” Eddie teases with a smirk. “My pretty huge dick?” Before you have time to respond, he leans down and slots his mouth over yours, immediately licking into your mouth. Using his other hand, Eddie lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes inside.

Eddie’s mouth swallows your moans as you feel him stretch you out deliciously. Above you, your boyfriend meets your sounds of pleasure with his own at the feeling of sliding into the wet warmth of your pussy.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbles against your mouth. “So fucking tight. This is all you needed, right baby? Just needed your daddy taking care of you.”

Words seem too hard as Eddie pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you again and again. You’re dissolved to whining and whimpering in response to his question, which has him smirking down at you. 

“Mm, look at that,” Eddie muses as he grips your hip. “I may not be a genius like you, baby, but this I’m pretty good at. Fuck my smart girl ‘til she’s dumb.” Not only does Eddie know what to do to your body, but he knows just the words to say to get you hurtling towards another orgasm. 

Every generous inch of Eddie moves inside of you, the ridge between the head and shaft dragging against all the spots that have you arching your back. A strong hand slides up from your hip, making sure to caress every inch of skin it comes across as it makes its way up to your mouth. 

“Open up.”

Immediately, you do as you’re told, and Eddie slips two fingers into your mouth. Not needing to be told what to do with them, you begin to run your tongue around his fingers, swirling it around the tip as you soak the digits.

“God damn it,” Eddie says with a huff of laughter. “You’re gonna make me cum before I want to. Gotta get my girl off again, first.”

A small smirk on your face, you release his fingers with a pop. He reaches down and rubs his fingers over your clit, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips.  

“That feel good, baby?” Eddie goads.

“Y-Yes,” you stutter, your eyes closing in ecstasy. 

“Want you to cum for me again, my good girl. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “So close.”

“Cum on my cock, baby. Want you to make such a mess of me. Cream my cock.”

“Fuck,” you groan, fingers digging into Eddie’s back as his thrusts become sloppier, a tell-tale sign he’s close as well. “Want you to cum too, Eddie.”

“Oh, don’t worry, princess,” he says with a laugh. “‘Bout to cum so hard in your pretty little pussy. Gonna fill you up so, so good. You’ll feel me dripping out of you for days.”

“Shit,” you hiss, and Eddie picks up the pace on your clit. “Fuck—E-Eddie, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m coming.”

The clenching of your walls around his cock has Eddie losing his composure, groans and mutterings of your name falling from his tongue. 

“Shit, baby—m-me too.”

Your bodies move together as the two of you ride out your highs with each other. Eddie’s head drops down and buries into your neck as his body stills on top of yours. Reluctant to pull out of you, Eddie busies himself by pressing sweet kisses against your skin.

“How was that, my love?” Eddie whispers against your ear.

“Was perfect,” you tell him, a lazy smile on your face. “Don’t want you to move.”

Eddie chuckles. “Me neither. But I was thinking we could get all comfy and I’ll hold you as close as you want me to.”

“Can’t get much closer than we are now,” you point out, making Eddie laugh again. 

“Good point. I’m gonna get us cleaned up though, okay?”

Eddie forces himself to get out of the bed and brings back a warm washcloth. Gently, Eddie cleans you up before working on himself. He leaves the room to throw the washcloth in the hamper, but you figure he gets sidetracked because he takes longer than expected. When you see him balancing a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of water as he walks back into the room, you see why. He sets the snack down on the bed and rolls one of the water bottles your way.

“I was thinking,” he says, turning his back to you and walking over to the television resting on your dresser. “We should watch a movie.” It seems like he already had one in mind as he plucks one from your small pile of VHS tapes. Eddie pops the tape into the VCR and strolls back over to the bed. He holds the popcorn bowl so he doesn’t knock it over while he gets situated. As soon as he lifts his arm, you’re cuddling up into his side. Sweat sticks to both of you even after you’ve cleaned up, but you tuck yourself into Eddie’s side regardless. He places the bowl of popcorn on his thigh closest to you as you rest your head on his shoulder. The familiar sweet scent of your strawberry shampoo brings a smile to his face and a feeling of warmth and comfort settles over him. 

“Oh, you put Tommy Boy on!” Your face lights up in glee as you point to the television, as if he didn’t know that you were referring to the movie on the screen. 

“I know how much you love it,” he says, a smile on his face at how happy it made you. 

Cuddling up to his side, Eddie grabs a few pieces of popcorn and holds them up to your mouth. Giggling, you eat them out of his hand like a horse being fed hay. The two of you lazily feed pieces to one another as you watch the movie. When the bowl is empty, you nuzzle your face into Eddie’s neck. The smell of sweat, weed, and his minty shampoo floods your senses and has you more relaxed than you’ve felt in days. Only a few minutes later, Eddie can feel your breath against his neck as it comes out in long puffs. A smile grows on his face at the realization that you’ve fallen asleep.

Carefully, Eddie moves the empty bowl of popcorn to the bedside table and slowly maneuvers himself so he's laying down, keeping you held in his arms. He pulls your body as close as he can, keeping his promise of holding you as closely as you’d like.

“Goodnight, pretty girl. I love you.”

[thewayitalknj]

Part 4;  A continuation from my blurb which can be read here.

Quick Notes - This is the final part I promise LOL. Thank you all again for your love on this! :)

Warnings - SMUT ; 18+ Please! ; [p in v] this is the first time I've written smut so bare with me, I did my best!

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"I'm in love with you." You feel chills run through your body, he can't be serious, right?

The setting? Romantic. The way he's looking at you? Romantic. The way it just casually came out without hesitation? ROMANTIC.

Even so, it still has to be a joke.

"Psh, yeah okay. So that's the lie. Okay so my turn-" But that's when he grabs your hands. You stare down at them, hoping this wasn't a dream and you sure as hell didn't want to wake up.

"It's not the lie. None of this is a lie. I'm in love with you." He looks up at you, those brown eyes looking deep into yours. Just a few short hours ago you wanted the bed to swallow you whole and now you feel like you're drifting on a cloud.

You whisper, "Eddie-"

"Look, I didn't know how or when I was going to tell you. It's been long, so fucking long and I just couldn't wait anymore. And then I heard what you said in the kitchen a few days ago and I just knew it had to be the right time, a sign right?"

You whisper again ; "Eddie-"

"It's just I always knew, ya know? You're my best friend and I thought I would never fall for you the way I did. It all just happened so fast, I almost didn't believe myself because I thought I was nuts but I knew there was no denying it. Even Wayne pointed it out one night after you left, like it was that obvious."

You lean in, "Eddie-"

"Plus the gang leaving us alone all the time? I loved it, I always hoped they would and they did. I didn't know if you thought or felt the same way but I always went along with it just incase it was something. And some of them have known, mainly just Jonathan and Argyle though."

You lean in more, speaking louder ; "Eddie-"

"And damn I wanted to kiss you so bad back at the playground. It was literally a picture perfect moment, like something out of a movie and then this storm rolled in and ruined how I wanted the rest of the night to go but-"

This time you took matters into your own hands, jumping onto his lap and straddling him. Grabbing his face with your hands you scream his name ; "EDDIE." He finally gets some sense knocked into him when he realizes the way your positioned. He looks down, then up, trying to catch his breath from rambling. "Just, shut up."

And that's when it all happens, all at once ; Lightning strikes, thunder sounds, the wind picks up and you kiss him. You kiss him so hard you knocked even more of his breath away. At first he didn't know what to do, or even think. This has been a moment you both have been waiting, dreaming, wishing for. And he sure as hell wasn't taking this moment for granted.

He fades right into the kiss, immediately wrapping his arms tight around your waist just incase you had any intention of parting. Wasting no time you tilt your head and wipe your tongue asking for entrance and the moment he lets you in he flips you on your back moving his mouth to your neck. "Christ I've waited so long for this."

"We both have." You breath out, reaching for his shirt and tugging it up. He lifts himself up to toss it across the room. "Watch the candles!" You scream.

He looks back down at you, wide eyed. "...Sorry. Ruined the moment?"

"Fuck no." You laugh, pulling him by his guitar pick necklace and moan as he dives right back into you, pushing your hips up to match his rhythm as he moves with you. "Mmf, fuck stop teasing."

"Me? You haven't even taken anything off yet."

"Oh, excuse me." You clutch the bottom of your shirt and pull it off so fast Eddie does a double take of your chest.

"Holy shit." You reach for bra next ; "wAIT wait wait." You stop looking up at him puzzled. "Please, let me." You nod your head as he repeats his actions. Starting from your mouth, to your cheek, to your neck, down to the center of your chest. His hands slowly move under your bra over you breasts, taking in every sensation he can feel. You shiver with anticipation as he slowly reaches behind you to unclasp it. Eddie takes his time so he can take in every moment ; He never wants to forget this, he wants this etched in his brain for enterinty. When your bra is removed and thrown behind you his mouth finds your nipple, taking in small laps as he moans ; hips moving upward again and you can feel his hard-on. Your head falls back as so much emotion takes over you.

"Eddie, please-"

"I know baby I know. Just taking things slow. I want this to last as long as possible." He kisses your other breast before his hands find your pants, reaching under the hem and pulling them down along with your panties. After he crawls back up you do the same ; pulling down his boxers and pants at the same time. You both take a moment and stare, astonished as if you have never seen the human body naked before. "So much for taking things slow huh?"

You laugh as he comes back down to kiss you ; before you even have time to answer you feel the tip of his cock grazing your entrance. You push your hips up again and he laughs into your lips, "eager are we?" Wasting no time you reach down and grab it yourself, bringing it across your wet folds that have been aching for him, slowly beginning to stroke and the moan that escapes his mouth is unheard of. "Okay okay but I don't have a-"

"It's fine."

"But-"

"Eddie, please. We've been so patient with this crazy ass situation and we both deserve this." He nods his head, looking into your eyes for one more confirmation. You nod back, as he lines himself up. Slowly, slowly, slowly...

"Ohhh..."

"You're telling me sweetheart. Fucking hell.." Both your words are dragged out as he continues to push in and out. Your neck stretches out from your head bobbing back and he buries his head in the crook, breathing heavily as his movements continue. The pain from his teeth sinking in is far from your mind as the pleasure takes over.

Any outside sounds seems to drown out. You don't hear the wind, rain. It all seems and feels like a dream.

Before you can find the words to speak he starts to pick up the pace and you smile, realizing that you didn't even have to say anything because your bodies are so in sync. Your hands wrap themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck and back, leaving small scratches from digging your nails into the skin. One of his hands finds your waist lifting you up while his other balances on the blankets below.

It's not long until you feel your walls caving in.

"Oh god I'm so close-" Your moan is so loud as the thunder comes back into the distance.

"Me too baby." Eddie whispers. "Wh-"

"Inside Eddie, please." He smirks, smiles? You can't even tell because you're in such a blissful state. His lips find yours as his thrusts become forceful.

"I love you."

"And I love you." As the whimpers filling the room drown out with the rain, you both cum at the same time. The moment lighting strikes the skies above you again, the sudden realization hits you that this actually happened. You just had sex with your best friend, the man you have been in love with for so long ; and he loves you back in return.

Coming down from your high Eddie collapses on-top of you, heavy breath heaving from his lungs. You kiss the top of his head, moving your hands to pet his hair.

You both lay there for a few minutes before he lifts himself off, disappointment now fuels you emotions and it shows with the whine that comes from your mouth. He looks down at you and laughs, kissing you all over before getting up. "Where are you going? You can't just leave me here."

"I'm getting a cloth and water. Sit up for me babe." Your smile comes back as you sit up against the couch, wrapping yourself in a blanket as he returns with a wet cloth. You thank him as you clean yourself off and he sets the waters on a small table beside you. He crawls back under the blanket with you, resting his head on your shoulder. You both sigh at the same time, and then you feel his arms wrap around you ; bringing you back down. You maneuver to where you're laying on his chest, both facing a window to watch the storm and it starts to disappear.

"I'm so glad you told them to leave." You state, and he chuckles again.

"I know, me too. I can't believe we both played along to their sick little game for so long."

"You're telling me." And because you can't help yourself, your sarcastic nature kicks in. "And to think we've been missing out on this incredible sex the whole time?"

"Hey," he pokes your side making you sequel. You sit up to meet his eyes, "there's more to me then just good sex babe. But you're gonna have to stick around to find out."

"I've waited this long." You lean back in, and whisper, "I don't plan on going anywhere." One last kiss to seal the deal, but so many firsts to come.

And you sure as hell couldn't wait.

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Quick Notes - Again, I can't thank you all enough for the love on this little series. I've loved writing it and reading all your comments. Love yall! :)

[reds-writings]

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howdy and welcome to my blog! the name's red. here is where you'll find all my writings and rambles involving whatever current fixations i'm drowning in!

before proceeding: this is an 18+ blog only! if you're a minor or you don't have an age in your bio and you follow you will find yourself blocked! i mean it!

otherwise, enjoy! asks are open!

request/ask rules:

keep it respectful! i don't tolerate hate or any 'tudes here (and no major spamming preferably)

pls stray away from requesting anything heavily triggering (mainly darker-themed tropes involving non-con or abuse. as well as topics involving EDs/body image issues por favor)

when requests are open it may take me some time to get to your request so patience is much appreciated!

feedback is greatly valued, i love hearing what you guys think and am always trying to grow as a writer! (again, as long as it's respectful)

even if you don't have a request of some sort i'm always down the chat regardless!

i have yet to dip a toe into the smut pond so those particular requests i might not get to right away! spicy thoughts for discussion won't be turned away though lol

characters i write for:

rust cohle (true detective)

cooper howard/the ghoul (fallout)

arthur morgan (red dead redemption 2) -coming soon!

note: i mainly write for female readers but, i do my best to keep descriptors of features as neutral as possible so everyone is able to immerse themselves in my fics. as i keep on keepin' on, i will open up to writing for more characters so fear not!

prompt lists:

sensory prompts

expression/feeling prompts

200+ prompts fluff prompts, pt 2, pt.3

angst prompts

writings:

rust cohle

(jj series - ongoing)

the first of many and the start of something new

jealousy, jealousy!

turned tables (blurb in between)

crashin' the party

if only tonight we could sleep?

souls further entwined

sunday kind of love

misc.

headcannons pt. 1, pt. 2

prompt #4

prompt #46

prompts #3 & #6

prompt #20

prompt #2

sensory blurb

jj request #1

prompt #10

cooper howard/the ghoul

misc.

request #1 (newest!)

over time this will get updated here and there. if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask! i don't bite! ♥️

[ourlittleuluru]

_(:з)∠)_ It's a holiday today and even when I'm out for errands, Xavier still worms his way into my brain...

Ramblings about Xavier and his red collar ahead~ (story spoilers, be warned) Apologies first. I'm not the best with words or saying things out from my brain... so It might be a bit jumbled, or I might've missed some things <( _ _ )>

I'm not going to be talking about anything new. Theories and such be everywhere already, all that's been speculated is all out there ><;;;

It's just my brain, earlier in the day, decided to re-frame my thinking about the collar a bit and just letting all these thoughts out somewhere that isn't inside my brain... moving on ➡➡➡

So... what we DO know about the collar is that it's something restricting Xavier in some way. It's just not clear HOW it's restricting him.

Collar is also something of the Ever Company's property, most likely. Since there's an icon on the collar that belongs to Ever Company. At most, I would think it's from the Ever Company that is from the time during Anecdote 3. (What if... Xavier is the son of the Ever Company president in Anec3... 🤔 I mean he's got men in suits tailing him all over... but that's a thought for another day)

Up to today, my guess is that the collar restricts his use of his Evol, on top of other things. Restricting his Evol, in a way, makes him "weaker". Xavier is very good (I would guess) at using his Evol and it's powerful enough to cause huge light explosions too. So he's dangerous (to the people that wants to control him) and restricting him in that manner helps to keep Xav in check.

Unsure if the Evol Resonance here being strong is due to Xavier's Evol itself already being very strong... OR... that the two share a deep bond since times of yore and she was just able to resonate much easier and stronger with him.

Okay. Main thoughts and speculations down below 😂 I dragged this long enough, and I'm rambling on a bit much...

The collar, restricts Xavier's Evol and...

Xavier, always overdoes it and uses his Evol past the allowed limit.

It hurts him in return, but he usually doesn't care any ways. If it's to save people and MC especially, he WILL do it

He can choose to ignore the limiter, but it will only cause him to use even more of his Evol just to overcome the limiter AND do what he needed to do

So to explain, an example in terms of MP from RPG games: His Light Explosion usually costs 50MP. The Collar restricts his MP to be only 40MP. Now, for Xavier to use his Light Explosion skill again, he needs 60MP instead of the usual 50MP the reason for my above thought is simply because BOTH his Hunter's Watch AND Collar were warning him in his Myth

This makes him even more spent, makes him use 2 syringes to recover... and potentially speeds up whatever process is causing the BackTrackers on Earth to turn into Wanderers (???)

If he were to resonate with MC however, maybe he can bypass the limiter, me thinks. But obviously he is very aware that he can't abuse this.

There's a possibility that he will still get the side effects after that, maybe in a smaller amount... and it's also to protect MC herself

Uh... I feel like I had more thoughts to blurb out... but after this many hours I think I might've forgotten them... 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

~+~+~+~+~

And... this is how many times (that I managed to catch, that is) his collar has flared up: 6 times

(it'll be 7 if one assumes that when we meet Xavier, and he's sleeping... during that time he has already overused his Evol which caused the Metaflux explosion and was sleeping to "recharge", that his collar definitely flared red at that time)

Who knows how many more times before the Main story at this point in time (22 May 2024. Dating this just in case lol. Tumblr doesn't really show timestamps on the dash) that he's used his Evol til the collar turned red... and how many more times he is allowed to keep using it like that...

This feels to me like an unbreakable cycle at this point for Xavier... T-T

Both him and MC being each other's greatest strength and their greatest weakness 😩🥺👌

Ughhhh I feel the MASSIVE AMOUNT OF FEELS AND ANGST COMING WITH THIS MAN 😭😭😭😭 Please let this bebe live!

[girlsdads]

this is goofy and sappy but i’m so grateful to f1blr for re-igniting my love for writing. this got kind of long and rambly lol i’ll put the rest UTC

i’ve always loved writing, when i was as young as like 10 i would sit in my room and write pages and pages of YA romance type stories (think sarah dessen-esque), at one point i had a whole folder on my clunky old PC with like 20 original stories definitely hundreds of thousands of words, and they were BAD… but it was such a source of enjoyment for me. somewhere along the way i discovered fandom and fanfic and lost my passion for writing i think bc i was getting too in my head about it, comparing myself to other writers and feeling inadequate, also there was a lot of toxicity in some of the fandoms i was in when it came to attitudes toward fic in general, and since i was in mostly rpf fandoms i would get so anxious about writing someone too OOC that i would just… not write… because i felt like i had to do all this research first and know the Lore fully when all i wanted to do was write about 2 dudes fucking each other but my executive dysfunction makes researching things really difficult…

long story short i’m so happy to have found such a welcoming little community of writers here, i feel like the anxiety of writing has lessened because you all have been so kind and supportive of my writing. also posting short blurbs on tumblr is so normalized now (when i left tumblr in like 2018 it wasn’t as much at least in my corner of tumblr) so there’s so much less pressure for someone like me who struggles to finish things—i feel like i can still write and share without feeling like i have to write a polished piece for ao3. for the first time in like a decade i feel so excited about writing and it’s all im looking forward to doing when i get home from work, im jotting down thoughts on my daily patient lists like i used to do in my notebooks in middle/high school. it’s an incredible feeling to rediscover this creative side of myself.

f1blr writers i love you, f1blr readers i love you 🫶💗

[cosmichate]

May I request taivan blurb of Tai looking after Van after top surgery

gasssspp yes you absolutely may! i’m in love with whoever sent this let’s get married

Tai would be at Van’s side for as long as she could be, it would be hard for Van — considering their prior experience with scars.

But Taissa would make it so easy for them. So careful, it became almost overwhelming at times. She would bring them every meal in bed, help them walk in the evenings. All starry eyed and sweet as she presses soft kisses to their knuckles as the two navigate through the house.

They’d spend their afternoons reading, watching movies, Tai studying while Van types their unnecessarily long movie reviews into Letterboxd. It was a calm two weeks of their lives, it felt like relief to be this domestic. It felt right.

At night, she’d pull them into her lap and kiss their hair, letting them ramble about their distant memories. How they would utilize piercings or tattoos as an outlet of control. Like they had some say over their cursed body.

It was never enough, but they look at themself differently in the mirror now. Carefully navigating around sensitive skin with the tips of their fingers, feeling nothing even close to dysphoria.

*

“Mm- Tai… I feel fine, really.” Van spoke a frustrated tone, a soft pout on their lips as they were pushed away from the tallers lips — arms batted away from underneath her shirt.

“No baby, the doctors told you to rest. You might feel fine, but we cant risk anything. I don’t want to risk anything.” She cooed, a pleading look in her dangerous brown eyes as she gently pushed Van off of her and back onto the safe mattress.

“Right, right. Sorry.” They rolled their eyes playfully — fuck, they were so grateful to have her, tears could’ve easily welled up in their glass eyes at her tender tone. “I guess I’m just… excited? I don’t know- I just feel like I used to be so uncomfortable having sex — obviously I got used to it, but I still have like… moments. Y’know? I mean- You can count how many times I’ve had sex with my shirt off on your fingers.”

They rambled, and Tai took in every word. Inhaling their speech like it was air, it made perfect sense. Van has always been so iffy about their chest, there were days where they were okay with it. Liked it even. But more often were the days where they didn’t even want her to ask.

“I know baby. I’ll call the doctor tomorrow, see if we can ask a few questions about stuff like that. But for now, just come lay here… I’m tired anyway.”

And Van did exactly that. Letting their girlfriend wrap her arms around their middle, press soft kisses to their neck as they drifted off into a comfortable dreamland.

*

i did partial research on the recovery process, i will say the results i was given all seemed pretty different but i certainly did attempt! it is pretty late for me and i’m very high right now (lol) so i don’t know if this will make sense or if i’ll delete it in the morning… we’ll see!

[mk-writes-stuff]

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WIPs

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Always Seven Stations and Pirates’ Roost. They never leave me. I do also have another fanfic short I’m working on because it possessed my brain, but that’s a very short-term project

How long have you been working on them?

Seven Stations (the original idea) is about five months old now. Pirates’ Roost has existed in one form or another for about four years, and has existed in its current form for about two. My random short is a week old lol

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Seven Stations was inspired by the concept of “lesbian noblewoman and her bodyguard who hates her enemies to lovers in space fantasy.” Pirates’ Roost was inspired by my obsession with Magic: the Gathering and started taking shape in its current form when my gf introduced me to her OC Merry and decided to move him to Ixalan. My short is inspired by the fact that I can’t stop thinking about Star Wars: the Clone Wars

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Uh. A lot. My WIPs are my special interest, so probably at least several hours a day

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

“Fantasy and sci-fi.” Sometimes if we’re in a longer conversation I’ll give them a little Seven Stations blurb, although it rarely goes longer than “space fantasy political drama on a set of space stations”

Characters

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Oh boy, okay. This is interesting because my gf created or had such a strong creative influence on so many of the characters I write about that I can’t lay claim to a lot of them. But here’s some that I at least came up with the initial baseline for, although she’s probably had her influence on most of them too (I can’t exactly remember for sure but I’m pretty sure on these ones):

Seven Stations: Belladonna, Cassie, Cassiopeia, Stellaris, Ricinus, Goldenrod

Pirates’ Roost: Len, Favin, Finley Albertson, Julian, Kiali, Morrigan, Skipper

Other MTG: Amaranthe, Viveri “Viv” Evern, Andreia Kozlov, Salas Nivar, Tendrii Lenira, Sorcil, Adana, Estrill, Astrilla, Valentine, Remi, Kaine Belnatsky, Ettie Strubins

Other fandoms: Brin Damson, Baresh, Trax

Other original characters: Celestine, Maia, Fellise, Rhea, Ashlin, Medlar, Dravite, Rokku, Falcon, Jesker

There are definitely more but there’s a sampling :)

Who’s the most unhinged?

For Seven Stations, it’s Cassie. In general, Viv and Astrilla are probably vying for the top slot. I haven’t introduced y’all to them but they’re both CRACKED

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Once again it’s Cassie. And Stellaris, he’s very relatable

Do you ever cringe at them?

All the damn time

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

They refuse to cooperate on a semi-regular basis. I can usually tell when I’m fighting to justify the action I want them to do. That means it’s time for a change-up

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

Literally anytime for any reason. I love it. Asks and reblog dare my favourite, but I’m not picky :)

Interaction

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I follow writeblrs if I like the look of their stuff enough that I want it on my dash

What makes you decide against following?

Anything that makes me uncomfortable (ranging anywhere from weird takes to content I just don’t like). Or if I’m just not vibing with their stuff. But sometimes I miss cool blogs too because I don’t have time to check out everything

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not super often because I don’t often see their stuff but I’m not opposed to it. Feel free to come chat with me even if you’re not my mutual :)

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Oh yeah. Both the people who tagged me in this have characters I think about. But also @illarian-rambling has phenomenal OCs - Sepo lives in my brain on the little shelf of my favourite traumatized fictional little guys

This was a fun game! @somethingclevermahogony @nixwithapen @touloserlautrec want to play? Blanks below the cut :)

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine! What led you to create it? What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community? What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you? Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash? Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately? How long have you been working on them? Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started? How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them? When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say? Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like! Who’s the most unhinged? Who comes the most naturally for you to write? Do you ever cringe at them? How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others? Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc. What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes? What makes you decide against following? Do you interact with non-mutuals often? Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

[khrysalisposting]

Hi hello hi!! Saw your tags on my post - hooray for Zenmasterblue!!! It's funny that I keep finding people who watched his videos in game and online - Wiz is truly just full of exhausted nostalgic college students, huh? XD

Anyway! I've been wandering around your blog for a few weeks on my main, I think yours was the blog that finally convinced me last night to get on with making a Wiz sideblog finally lol! So thank you for that :)

I definitely wanna ask and read about your OCs hehe - Do you have any short blurbs about them anywhere that I can poke around at? I'm always a fan of people's characters :)

Anyway, long ramble - hope you have a very nice day! ☕💕

AAAAA HIIIIIIIIII :DD YES i absolutely loved blaze and blue’s videos growing up (fire and ice walkthrough will always have a place in my heart😪) and YAYYYYY im so glad my blog convinced u to make a side blog🙏🙏i simply must indoctrinate everyone into being 1000000% in wizblr >:)))) also for my OCs!! Im so glad you asked!!! Here’s a masterpost for them!! Plus u can find silly little things I attribute to them in their respective tags (I’ll tag em below) have an amazing day!!! <3

[moodymisty]

Congratulations on hitting 1000 followers!!! 🥳🥳🥳 if anyone deserves it, it’s definitely you! And after reading your little backstory blurb, I am so happy that you decided to come back to tumblr and share your writings and positivity with the fandom 🤍 every time I see your name on my dash I get so excited and can’t wait to see either what you’ve been writing or what you’ve been reblogging (and the sassy tags that come with lol)

If you’re still accepting requests, scenario 15 with the bad batch sounds like it could be a fun prompt — bonus points if omega is in on the fun too! (Whether or not you do this prompt is totally okay since I’m sure you’re getting a heavy influx lol)

Okay, that’s all for now! Take care and, again, CONGRATULATIONS ON 1000 FOLLOWERS 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Aww thank you so much for all the kind words!! It really means a lot that people enjoy my blogs and silly ramblings. Y'all are really the best and always make me smile, all of you are really just amazing &lt;3

Relationships: Platonic Bad Batch + Omega & Fem!Reader, but hints at Echo having a crush on reader

Warnings: Just fun fluff, and a blatant excuse for me to write about living the cottagecore dream

"Tech, you really couldn't have landed in a place with a better view."

The rolling hills off in the distance look so lush and green it's almost as if out of a storybook, only out done by the large patches of flowers and a gentle forest off in the distance. Different patches of colors and some mixed together, they all look so vibrant in the light of the sun.

"I did not take sight seeing into account for our landing site, but I do not disagree with your observation."

They really should be getting on with this mission, but Omega is already running outside the ship and you're right on her heels, as Hunter watches through the Marauder's main viewport. He decides he can let everyone have a break for a few minutes, at least.

You were right after all- this view is wonderful. Peaceful. Wrecker is standing outside taking in deep breaths of fresh air, and stretching his arms towards the sky. Tech decides to tinker outside the ship on the gangplank, also taking advantage of the nice weather.

Meanwhile you've followed Omega to the nearest patch of flowers, watching her brush her hands over them. They gently bend under her touch, the pollen getting on your hands as you do the same. This patch of flowers, the closet one is a sea of blue, with only one little patch of yellow in the center of each flower. You feel the smooth texture of one of the petals between your index finger and thumb, but don't pluck it.

"They look so pretty, they'd make a great flower crown with the long stems." You mumble it mostly to yourself, leaning down to smell one. Omega however is more interested in what you've said now, her hands filled with the ones she's already plucked.

"You can make crowns out of flowers?"

Right- you're not surprised she might be unfamiliar.

Adjusting your clothes you sit down in the middle of the all the flowers, them tall enough rise above your crossed legs. Some brush against the skin of your arms, so softly that they almost tickle. Omega sits in front of you moments later, but with far more energy and barely able to sit still.

"Here, I'll teach you." You take a bunch of flowers, plucking them gently at the stems and weaving them together. It's been such a long while since you've done this, but it seems like the muscles memory is still there.

"Just wrap around in and out, then push some in-between..." You hand her your partly finished one and let her keep working on it, giving her another when she fumbles it while you guide her through it. She eventually manages to get it right on her third try, holding it in her hands with a wide smile at all the little flowers wrapped together.

You don't know how much time has passed, but apparently enough so that someone's been sent to get you, looking up at the sound of a voice.

"Come on you two, we're heading out." Looking up you see Echo walking closer until his boots are barely brushing against your leg, ushering his hand upward to get you both up off the ground.

Omega wears her little crown with pride, before she realizes you don't have one. You'd spent so much time teaching her that you didn't have a chance to make your own, not that you'd ever mind. But it seems relaxation is over, and she doesn't have the time to make you one as well.

Mean while Echo reaches his hand up to help you to your feet, an aid you easily accept. His hand is gentle around your own as he gives you a soft tug, seeing the way pollen has stuck to your clothes when you stand in front of him.

"It smells so nice out here," You joke, brushing some of the pollen off of your top. "I'd love to have a picnic out here sometime."

Echo can instantly picture the scene, laying out in a flowerbed with a gentle breeze on a blanket covered in food. It's not too warm and not too cold, and there's a gentle breeze that blows your hair and the fabric of your dress just a-

Oh, he forgot to respond.

"Yeah, Echo nods. "That sounds like it would be amazing." He realizes he's still holding your hand, gently letting go of it. You hadn't even realized he was still doing so.

"So what were you two doing?" He didn't get a good look before telling you to come back to the ship.

"Making flower crowns. Kinda only had enough time to make one for her though." So that's the silly little thing Omega had on her head. Echo nods, walking side by side with you back to the ship.

He takes note of how you smell so much like the flowers outside, and it ends up affecting the inside of the Marauder as well. Surely Tech will complain about the pollen sticking to the fabrics in the ship, but at least for now he can enjoy the pleasant scent that wafts over the musky smell that usually permeates the ship.

Hunter can absolutely smell it too, as you brush a hand along your hair.

"Alright," He says, rubbing his nose. "We're leaving the ship here and heading towards the town. Let's go."

Having returned bounty in hand, Wrecker's hauling it into the back, and you decide to sit down for a moment. You're feeling a little more tuckered out than usual, watching as Tech begins his mental checklist before taking off. You close your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back a bit to just take a moment of rest. If Hunter objects to your doing so he doesn't say, passing by you as you slip into the area between awake and asleep.

"Go get those two," You distantly hear Hunter say, it perking your eyes but not enough so to open your eyes. They must be still outside doing something as you can hear Wrecker leave the ship, judging by the heavy footsteps.

He returns with more footsteps in tow, multiple pairs, and one stops right in front of you. When you open your eyes, a soft blue overtakes almost all of your vision.

"Here!" Omega hands you the flowers, all haphazardly mushed together into a crown.

"Aww Omega, you didn't have to." You take it gently from her hands, and put it on your head. That must've been why she had to get called back into the ship, and Echo must've been just keeping an eye on her.

"Echo did most of the work." Standing behind her he quickly stiffens, looking down at the back of her head and furrowing his brow.

"Hey, don't go putting this all on me." You don't know what's the more endearing option; That Echo had Omega make a flower crown just for you, or that he somehow found a way to do it with only one hand.

"Thanks, kiddo." You ruffle Omega's hair even as she playfully pushes your hand away, laughing at the way you jostle her head. Shortly thereafter she runs off, presumably to snatch more flowers before she no longer has the ability to.

Now alone, you look at Echo with a softer smile, taking one flower out of the crown and sticking it in the collar of his chestplate.

"And thank you, Echo. I love the flowers." His eyes are soft as he smiles, one that never fails to woo you.

"I like that they're blue." Echo nods at you as his lips crook up on one side.

"I do too."

[instantn00ds]

Heathers WIP?

Heyo! Should I be starting a new thing when I have 50 million abandoned projects? Probably not! But I have Spotify Wrapped to thank for this.

Why? Well, dear reader, did you know Cristina Vee (ENG VA Marinette) and Andrew Russell (ENG VA Luka) have a cover of Dead Girl Walking from Heathers together? Because I sure did (thanks to a post here, ironically), to the point where it is in my TOP SONGS OF THE YEAR.

And did you also know I am a Lukanette forever and always? Surprise!

So really, what other choice did I have? I do have a 'fleshed out' plot for this one (loosely), but I'm not 100% sure I'll end up doing anything with it. Truth be told, this is only like...half of the scene I even wanted to write. But that's why they call it a WIP, right? RIGHT???? I just want to go to sleep lol. But that's enough rambling! Hope you enjoy this strange Heathers x Miraculous blurb. Might write more, might not-- never let them know your next move!

“And you’re sure about this one?” Luka asked, shuffling sheet music on a stand next to his bed. 

It wasn’t really like her– the punchy, electric guitar or the vulgar, vengeful lyrics. If he had to choose, Marinette was more of a Legally Blonde or a Mean Girls (and that was pushing it), but definitely not a Heathers. Not that she would make a bad Veronica Sawyer. It was just that he didn’t know if Veronica Sawyer was her style. Marinette never showed that side of herself to him, anyway. 

She smiled, “surprised?” Her eyes were busy scanning papers of her own as she paced up and down the floorboards of Luka’s room. 

“So were the girls when I told them. You should have seen the look on Alix’s face.” 

“That bad?” Luka laughed, beginning to tune his guitar. 

“Let’s just say she didn’t take it as seriously as you are.” She giggled, “No one really did. Not even Alya!” Which was discouraging seeing how it was her idea to begin with. 

She began pacing a little faster. All of her friends had been hesitant, and while it upset her a little, they had doubts like this before. Either way, it was in her nature as an artist to receive critique or wild eyes at ideas she had. And usually, it didn’t bother her. At least, not until… 

“Luka?” 

“Yes, Marinette?” 

“Do you think this is a bad idea?” 

He let go of the instrument slowly from his hands and let it hang off his body. Calmly, he closed his eyes and took a breath, and Marinette’s pace quickened again. Surely, he was trying to find the right words to let her down easy. She didn’t know why the thought of it being him made her heart race. As Ladybug, it felt like she had all the confidence in the world. Shouldn’t that mean she’d have some outside of the mask? 

After what seemed like an eternity, Luka finally opened his eyes. Once again he grabbed the guitar and began fiddling with the pegs. 

“No.” 

Marinette was brought to a sudden halt. That’s it? 

“That’s it,” he echoed. She didn’t realize she had said that part outloud. 

The laugh she let out was a little more manic than intended, “but didn’t you just say..?” 

“I only asked if you were sure,” he grinned, “You added the surprise all by yourself.” 

“Well, that’s because you are, aren’t you? Like Alix? Or Alya? Or Rose? Or Myelen?” or even his own sister, Juleka? 

“No.” he said again, “Not really.” And Luka really could have left it like that, but she kept on staring at him, so he continued talking.  

“Well, for starters, I’ve been in the whole music thing long enough to know the way a person looks or acts doesn’t automatically decide their taste. If anything, I’m surprised Rose said something.” That part was pretty self explanitory, and Marinette laughed. Considering her double life, it was ironic how accurate Luka was. She wondered what kind of music Pairs thought Ladybug listened to– how close was it her own? 

“And secondly, I know you’re not scared of stepping outside of your comfort zone, Marinette. No matter what you decide to do, I’m one-thousand percent sure you’ll give it your all, and you’ll be amazing because of it.” 

A warm flush started crawling up her face, pooling in her cheeks. Luka had said it so casually, so matter of factly, he didn’t even look up from his guitar. His brow furrowed as he worked on the tuning pegs, barely twisting each one  back and forth, concentrating on the noise coming from his guitar as he flicked the corresponding strings. That alone was enough for Marinette’s blush to get a little darker. 

“You really mean that?” she peeped, once again not knowing if it came out of her mouth or stayed in her head. 

Finally, he looked up, “absolutely,” Luka smiled. They were close enough for him to see the red coloring her face and the way her bluebell eyes sparkled from the encouragement. His own cheeks began to pinken at the sight. Before long, both hurriedly looked away. 

Luka cleared his throat, “absolutely,” he repeated through a cough. It made perfect sense why he wasn’t phased. Afterall, Marinette trusted Luka enough to know he was an open minded person, but there was still one question that plagued her.

“Then, why did you ask?” She said, hoping it would distract her beating heart. 

“I just…” and for the first time, she saw him hesitate, “I just want to make sure you’re doing this for the right reasons. Because you want to, not because someone else does, or because it’s something you’re expected to do.”

Or because it was the only way to spend time with a guy who would’t notice her otherwise, she frowned. Being Juleka’s brother meant Luka saw when the girls would push Marinette into schemes and plans she wasn’t thrilled about. Of course he would be cautious now. 

“It’s a heavy song, Marinette. I need to know you’re comfortable.” 

Marinette was pulled from her thoughts, “Thank you, Luka,” she sighed. Who could have guessed she needed that as much as she did? 

“Always,” he replied confidently, “so?” The room was silent before an answer came. 

“Yeah, I’m sure about this one.” 

“Great! Because I’m just about done setting up.” Luka grabbed a thick, black chord and plugged one end into the amp by his bed. The other was jammed into the guitar, a small crack of static letting both know contact was made. After carefully plucking a few notes, the volume was adjusted, and he turned to Marinette.

“Would’t want Officer Roger crashing in, right?” He teased. 

But all of a sudden, Marinette was on edge. 

“Sorry,” Luka grimmaced, “bad joke.” 

She stared right at the floor “No, it’s not that. It’s…we’re really doing this.”

“Looks like it.” 

“As in, right now.”

“That’s the idea.” 

“I, me, Marinette, am going to sing infront of you, musically trained Luka.” 

“So musically trained Luka can help you ace your audition.” 

As was the whole point, Marinette thought. Practice with Luka so he could give her pointers, nail the audition, and get the part so she could spend time with Adrien. That’s when she’d get him to fall in love with her, and after a few years they could get married, adopt a hamster, have three kids named…what again?

Alya walked her through this. It was the plan! It was what she wanted! So why did she feel so unsure? Why did it feel so wrong to her? 

Marinette looked back at Luka. She didn’t want to embarrass herself infront of him. He wouldn’t care, obviously, but there was something about the thought that made her cringe. She shouldn’t care– then why did she? And why did she so much? 

Luka noticed the way her breathing picked up, the way her eyes clouded with anxiety. 

“Hey,” He started gently, “We don’t have to start right away if it makes you feel better.” He said, “I don’t have anything else today.” 

A large hand pressed on her shoulder, which helped settle her down a bit, “I’m all yours.” 

Marinette didn’t have plans either, aside from Luka. That was, as long as her Ladybug duties didn’t call her. They scheduled it out like this in case, though frankly, it was more an excuse to spend more time together. The mini-freak-out was entirely unplanned. 

“Maybe we can talk a while more?” She asked, “I think I’m getting last minute jitters.” 

“Of course,” Luka said coolly, “We can take as much time as we need.” 

“I owe you, Luka.” 

“Ha– jokes on you. I love talking to you, Marinette.” 

And there were about a million things left unsaid between them. They probably should address his confession soon, or maybe go over the logistics considering she was (supposedly) ‘madly in love’ with Adrien. Shockingly, neither of those topics brought her peace of mind. This whole thing was starting to feel like a bad idea. 

“As long as we’re just chatting,” Luka said, “do you mind if I ask another question?” 

“Sure.” 

“There are a ton of other songs to choose from for Veronica, so why Dead Girl Walking?” 

She never mentioned it to him, but Luka was smart enough to know Adrien had something to do with it. That’s why he asked all those questions earlier, about her being comfortable, about what she wanted. But she didn’t choose the song for Adrien. 

“I guess I liked how brash it was.” She answered. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I mean, everyone sees me as this innocent, sweet, clumsy cinnamon roll. That’s why Alix, Rose, Myelen, Alya, and Juleka were shocked when they heard who I was trying out for, right? I guess I want people to see me as more than that.” 

“Is there something wrong with being seen like that?” He asked. It was nice getting to know more about Marinette, especially when they shared moments like these. 

“No!” Marinette flailed, “I love being nice and sweet! I just don’t want to be stuck in a box for the rest of my life.” Besides, she’d seen enough as Ladybug to confidently say she wasn’t too sheltered anymore.

“Really, you could consider this my Jagged Little Pill.” 

That got a laugh out of Luka who had started noodling little melodies while they spoke. Before long, a familiar song came up, and the two sat quietly listening to the music. That was the last boost Marinette needed, and as he finished, she perked up. 

“Okay.” 

“Ready?” Luka asked. 

“Bring it on.” 

“Then let’s show the world what you’re made of, Alanis.” 

[creativenicocorner]

⭐️ :D

Thank you so much @verdigrispatina!

It's practically Hogswatch so lets ramble about the Sto Helit family!!!

Despite how dormant my Discworld writing is atm Im always full of Thoughts, and much like with Moist von Lipwig, if I sit and think too long about the Sto Helits and Death family I just find myself emotionally compromised

They're so needlessly wacky and dysfunctional I swear!!

Anyways one of these days within the ♬ﾟThe Sto Helit Family ♪♪♪♪ [snap snap] series I'm going to write several 'little' fics exploring Ysabell and Lady Sybil's friendship - I'm convinced they were at least penpals (and that they met during Ysabell and Mort's wedding) And with that leads to so many IMPLICATIONS and juicy tidbits to discover

Like...were they at Sybil and Vimes's wedding? Were they there?!?! Was it them that suggested to Death to try and be more approachable (causing him to try doing knock knock jokes of all things??)

Textually we don't know, obviously, there is only one small throw away line in Men at Arms that hints to Lady Sybil's friendship with the Duke and Duchess of Sto Helit (when she's telling Sam she knows a nice young couple in search of a new captain of the guard)

But in my little sand box world we are taking that line and Firmly Grasping It haha

Also, because I think it would be absolutely uncomfortably hilarious, I would LOVE to find the time to write Dinner Party Fic - in which Ysabell and Mort attend a fancy dinner party (either hosted by them, or at the Ramkin estate) where there's a death at the party which turns into a very quirky Who Done It. Cue Vimes considering Mort as suspect number 1, much to Sybil's chagrin, and Death finding this very interesting indeed. Spoiler, it wasn't Mort lol I don't know still who the real perpetrator will be...tempted to make it natural causes hahaha

Anyways here's a little snippet:

Vimes observed this so called Duke, he had been to many of his wife’s dinner parties and felt that he Knew The Type - yet this Duke didn’t seem very, well, Duke-y. That is to say, the Duke of Sto Helit didn’t fill out the first imagined picture that would pop into his head when he thought Duke. Instead the picture was more ‘flying by the seat of my pants’-esque. Vimes grinned. This was interesting. Sure the Duke of Sto Helit occasionally looked around like he was searching for a handbook on how to be a nob, but ever so often he would give a Look. Not like the sort Assasins would give which was calculating how much it would cost to get you killed, but something all together different. The cost didn’t matter it was bound to happen eventually.

Also ALSO imagine after Ysabell and Mort's death, in which Sybil tries to reach out to Susan OOF I don't think that would be easy.

Yet through it all, I think it would be funny if Vimes doesn't fully Get that the Sto Helits have a literal connection to Death, like yeah there's rumors and a little blurb in Twerps Peerage we know textually exists due to Hogfather - but would Vimes even want to know? Or care?? Despite Vimes and Death's continuous 'near Vimes experiences'?? I haven't decided yet! We'll figure that out together I suppose haha

in OTHER news... here's a The Runaway's Gamble spoiler presented with little to no context!

«You know in my previous incarnation I was once a rain god?» "What does that have to do with messages?" asked Susan. «Not too much I suppose. Not a lot of writing on rain drops.» The joke fell flat before Susan's deadpan. The deity pressed on, unfazed: «There is of course, some sort of symbology in it. A message of well, crops growing, life continuing etc etc…then an explosion happened and, well, old god new tricks, turned into the moisture of caves, promise of running water - lot of life symbology in water.» "And?" «Well things certainly get quite chthonic in a cave - one thing led to another, and BAM part of the chthonic subsection B under paragraph 34-7 depicting the chthonic agreement.» "I'm starting to loose my patience here," said Susan quite levelly, "what does this have to do with you having a letter from my mother?" Once Rain God now Messenger, among a load of other things, Fedecks beamed and spaked thusly: «Psychopomp. Messenger and Psychopomp.» "Oh."

AaAAaAaAaaAnd tada! I'm sorry for always teasing things with this fic, I promise I'm working on it!! It's one of my 2024 goals to actually finish it haha

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗Thank you so much for your question!! Happy Hogswatch! ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

[hellvcifer]

omg yess I would love that!<3 you see. am mostly a poet like I've done poetry for a few years now and I've been told i would be well ya know not to shabby at writing..! but I try at times then i end up rambling, on and on, about some stupid side story or whatever lol #writer problems , anyways i will totally use the tip!! thank you! and outline? do you have some examples lol? TwT oh sure you can see some of my poems? if ya want :3 oh!! btw am mainly trying to focus on angel dust in my stories i like him the most. Thanks<3

~ Zikie🐽

Hi Zikie !!! i'll start putting together a post for tips i personally use and hopefully it can help you or other writers! and i looovvee poetry !! i took many classes at uni and i'm even in the middle of writing a poetry book to publish <33 the biggest thing about writing is rambling: always write!! and don't delete anything while you're rambling bcs it can inspire new ideas down the road.

i met with one of my favorite writers during uni and when i asked for any advice to forthcoming writers, she told us to just write. constantly and endlessly. carry around a journal or notepad. never use your phone bcs it's too easy to delete stuff. the backspace is your enemy. and tbh it's helped me so much.

more below the cut to address your questions:

yes!! outline your work! here's an outline I have set up for ASS part 3. a little sneak peak if you will for the next chapter.

obviously this isn't everything but small snippets to show the plot and flush out ideas. i can include a longer one since i cut it off here to avoid spoilers. and of course i create small scenes/blurbs as the ideas come to me. here's an example of the scene i imagined described in the above outline.

sometimes they're written randomly but still in the same order and i just need to fill in the gaps. i currently have blurbs written out for part 4 and i haven't even finished part 3 LOL. but that's okay!! as long as the ideas are written down. there are times that i don't even use the idea or i end up changing it in the end. this goes back to what i said previously; write!! always write down your ideas even if you might not use it later. it can help inspire new ones.

and i'm more than happy to look at your writing! just use the submission box instead of the ask box so i can keep them separated <3

angel dust is a great character to write for and i feel like i write the best for him at times. a great way to capture his personality (or anyones from the hellaverse) is to really deep dive the available lore and rewatch scenes from the show. i had to do this with alastor bcs i find him the hardest to write for at times ;-;;

i hope this helped and let me know if you'd like more tips <3