#m anyway.. it's Free Real Estate

[growling]

It feels as though I am living several different lives all at once. Everybody is busy doing their own thing in their own worlds that almost feels like they legitimately just left my head and went back to an antirely different universe, and when they are done they check in or just pass me by either without saying a word (in... most cases). It's like. If every person was some kind of house, then I'm an apartment complex, where each of them has got their separate flats and stay inside them and don't really (usually) bother anyone else. But sometimes we do happen to get curious and knock on each other's doors, look their peepholes, or literally just barge in their home unannounced and start touching their stuff refuse to elaborate then just leave.

- Which, by the way, is what happened to me yesterday evening, literal first time I experienced it to that degree, when One Guy gave me headaches with their ominous judging presence, and upon asking them if they can tone it down a bit, they said no and told me shut the fuck up then I thought they left for a moment (and my headache stopped?) but then came back and proceeded to aggressively interrogate me while also acting completely disinterested and annoyed at whatever answers I had after which they just kinda left and I haven't heard from them since. So that's nice. The thought that at least one of them, and the one guy that just happens to be the most frustrating to deal with at that, may be actually confirmed fully sentient, is, hmmmm. Mhmm. I'm doing great. How was your day. I also picked Growling Assigned Fursonas for them on the priv discord in order to gain favor of the denizens as the objectively least cool guy I I don't think they care yet chat it's radio silence rn

[suchaladyy]

With the upcoming holiday season and cold weather, I wanted to recommend my favorite cozy fics for cuddling up with something (or someone) warm. These aren’t all winter fics - most of them aren’t - but they will make your heart glow.

Be Still My Indelible Friend by @nonamemanga

Rated E, 3k, complete

Tyler might need a shave. Wednesday gets one anyway.

I Didn’t Know Where Else to Go by @therulerofallpotatos

Rated E, 3k, complete

Wednesday bought a house before starting school at Nevermore. It was the house she had intended to run away to and continue her writing in peace. For three weeks after the semester came to an early end, Wednesday remained in her basement studying the hyde as best she could without the man himself present. Three weeks after Tyler became a fugitive of the state, she left her lab to greet the disheveled, neglected hyde collapsed on her front porch. // Tyler met her eyes. // Wednesday squatted to eye level and said, “Inside.”

Smoke Signals by @realmermaid333

Rated E, 7k, complete

Three years have passed since the events that occurred at Nevermore in Wednesday's sophomore year. Wednesday has graduated and is taking a gap year, spending her time writing and deciding what she will study in college. Morticia convinces Wednesday to leave the house and write at a cafe nearby called The Dark Dahlia. There a huge and confusing coincidence happens.

don’t throw it out with the bathwater by @katwitchwriting

Rated M, 5k, complete

Wednesday has a goddamn reputation to uphold and Tyler cannot be running around town screwing that up for her by letting people know she lets him call her baby.

Snowed in with him… by writingallthetime

Rated G, 10k, complete

Wednesday takes a writing break during the holidays up in the countryside and gets snowed into her Air Bnb. Unfortunately for her, her neighbour smiles a lot and bakes more, and always finds a reason to knock on her door throughout the days she spends in the middle of nowhere.

Not a Trainwreck, but I Can’t Look Away by @itshype

Rated T, 4k, complete

AKA the It’s Free Real Estate ‘verse // The entire thing really is Tyler’s fault. Wednesday is the victim here.

Bloody Good Time by @onlyelaine

Rated E, 8k, complete

What Wednesday does for fun these days is slightly unconventional.

It Only Took You by @galpinlvr

Rated G, 2k, complete

When Tyler took his designated mid-afternoon break at the Weathervane today, he didn’t expect to open his phone to thirteen frantic texts and seven missed calls from Enid. // AKA // Wednesday is overstimulated and only wants her boyfriend (without actually saying it.)

Heartburn by @wileyonce

Rated T, 17k, complete

Wednesday went to the Weathervane for the coffee and didn’t need to let anyone know that the bitter dark liquid was not the only purpose of her trips to Jericho anymore. Everything was exactly the same as it has always been. That’s what she told herself walking into the Weathervane again, anyway.

Let me know your favorite cozy wyler fics in the notes <3

[sapphim]

Multiwarden worldstate returns. Previously on! Orzammar tried to host the Wardens for a party and instead Duncan scooped up the two most infamous dwarves in the city and bounced. So, Duncan’s week has been pretty mixed. On the one hand, the Blight has definitely started, so that’s not great. On the other hand, potential warden recruits in extreme duress keep falling directly into his lap, so that’s fun. Rafael and Eydis are hands-down having the worst week of their lives so far, and it certainly ranks high for Micah as well.

But now they’re going to be honored guests at a tournament hosted in Highever so, that will be better, probably. Assuming Duncan doesn’t get them escorted out early like he did last time.

Howe Treachery

Gwendolen Elethea Cousland (mid-late 20s) is the only daughter of Teyrn Bryce and Eleanor Cousland, although in a lot of ways she’s more like their second son. She’s also been training as a warrior alongside her brother and the Teyrnir’s knights since she was old enough to swing a wooden sword around. (These two thoughts are not as related as they might seem—the Ferelden Rebellion only enhanced the already egalitarian tendencies of Fereldan people, and the Mac Enraigs breed em particularly tough. Hitting young knights with swords would be accepted as perfectly girlish behavior.)

The rest of the Wardens’ travels are fairly uneventful. Fergus and Gwen Cousland put on a very strong showing in the tournament, as does Ser Roland Gilmore. Duncan is obviously not going to recruit an important member of the household of his noble hosts (so long as they remain in good standing, anyway; Eydis was free real estate), and after a brief but pleasant stay they make leave for Denerim, now with new recruit Ser Jory in tow.

On their way out of the city the morning after the tournament, they encounter an elven wedding party perparing to make their own way to Denerim, and the Wardens offer to travel with them as an escort for safety on the road. Their offer is accepted enthusiastically, as it is Extremely Cool.

While the Wardens are on the road, King Cailan sends out the call for his nobles to muster their forces and join him in Ostagar to prepare for battle. Duncan will receive word of this in a few days once they arrive in Denerim.

(We know how this ends, right? It’s in the section title. Fergus Cousland leads their people south to Ostagar and then Rendon Howe’s people begin systematically slaughtering everyone remaining in the estate.

(Gwen and Eleanor manage to intervene to save Oren in the nick of time, but not Oriana or Bryce. Eleanor’s not about to abandon her child and grandchild to certain death, and the pair manage to sneak a particularly traumatized Oren out to safety. They make haste for Ostagar to bring the terrible news to Fergus and the King, but they won’t arrive before the army is routed. They’ll instead find refuge at Castle Redcliffe while they plan their next move.)

A Day For Celebration

Zoraida [Tabris] is in her 60s. She and her wife, Anneth, now deceased, had a child together, Adaia. (Zora transitioned as an adult, after her marriage.) She's a seasoned archer and a veteran of the Ferelden rebellion against the Orlesian occupation, having fought in the Night Elves under the command of Loghain Mac Tir while in her 30s.

Later in life, after the death of her wife, Zora moved to Denerim to live with Adaia and her son-in-law Cyrion. Adaia and Cyrion had been unable to conceive, but raised Soris and Shianni from a young age after the deaths of their parents. Zoraida is a valued member of the community, being an excellent hunter (and willful enough to break the law to do so) and having picked up many medical first aid skills during the rebellion.

Upon arrival in Denerim, Duncan gives the wardens and recruits the rest of the day to do as they please while he visits the alienage to touch base with old friends Valdendrian and Zoraida. Unfortunately, he can't stay long, as the Wardens must head out early the next morning to respond to the King's call to arms.

Duncan’s final recruit is Daveth, who gets dragged along by his sticky fingers as the now quite large traveling party makes haste back to Ostagar. It’s not a bad haul! A mage, a carta duster, a dwarven princess, a knight, and a cutpurse. Better still, Rafael, Micah, and Eydis have already completed their initiation by collecting their vials of darkspawn blood in the Deep Roads.

(Not long after Duncan's departure, an incident in the alienage drives Zoraida and several young elves in the alienage to blows with Vaughan Kendells in defense of their peers, and she kills the man. In an effort to spare the younger elves from harsh reprisal for their actions, she smuggles some of them out of the alienage and into the woods south of Denerim. They find and take refuge with a Dalish clan, but what was meant to be only a temporary stay grows long as their departure is prevented by werewolves harrying the clan.)

Back in Ostagar, Duncan leaves the recruits to settle in while he gets himself up to speed on everything he’s missed during his lengthy trip. Warden scouts have made note of unusual activity that seems to originate near the edge of the Brecilian Forest where it meets the Korcari Wastes. While the Fereldan armies gather and make preparations for battle, Duncan decides to investigate this himself. (He’s only just returned and he’s already tired of arguments with Loghain and Cailan.)

The Lost Mysteries of the Ancients

Sulina Mahariel Sabrae and Tamlen (early-mid 20s) are two halves of the same person, and that person is, let’s be honest, a menace. Young Dalish hunters are supposed to sneak off into the woods to, like, do normal stuff, like get high or make out (tbf they, along with Merrill and Fenarel, do those things too.) They’re not supposed to go touching things in ancient ruins unsupervised. Don’t ask why they were touching things in ancient ruins. The Hahrens are tired of asking why they do things.

Eluvian goes boom and from that point things play out as they do in game, Duncan destroying the tainted eluvian and escorting a rapidly deteriorating Sulina back to Ostagar to save her life by putting her through the Joining, while the rest of the Clan mournfully packs up and flees the oncoming Blight.

Next up! The Joining and the rout at Ostagar, and the aftermath in which the party will actually have to figure out how to function as a group.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Public Opinion Poll: Which is the best early/mid 2000′s McDonald’s happy meal Plush toy that kids would collect and trade and talk about in school ? 

The Cat (2005), Furby (2000 ?), Neopets (2005, though there was also a set in 2004, +others), OR   Build a Bear Workshop (2006)? 

[forabeatofadrum]

I added word count and rating to my pinned fic masterpost post, but man, rating fic is so hard because the difference between G and T is so difficult to me? While updating the post I realised that in later years I’ve started rating fics T that I would’ve rated G before, but that’s because around 2019 or so I realised that PG-13 means you can only use an f bomb once, and my characters do like to swear.

[cheswirls]

k but what if moon is actually the older berlitz, and when her and sun disappear into the ultra wormhole shes declared dead, leaving platina as the only heir to the berlitz family. all the events of dp arc happen during the time they’re stuck in ultra space, and its not until everything has settled down in both alola and sinnoh that they realize moon is still alive

[4kadhd]

They made a whole blog

Just to be a racist fuck

I've seen it all babey!!!!

[blorb-el]

saw your post about the things you'd like to see in a superman story and now i'm curious about the nsfw version 👀 if you'd like to share ofc!

mmm. see I have tried not to nsfw on this blog but you know what. fuck it. if famous author vladimir nabokov wrote a horny superman poem and had the absolute temerity to make it good and then send it to the new yorker and ask them to publish it for money in 19fucking42... (x) then i can do whatever i want on my blog

anyway. some Concepts. this turned out as less fic ideas and more personal headcanons. LONG post since i mostly haven’t talked about this. all of these are Free Real Estate if anyone is inspired by them

Even more for nsfw headcanons than sfw, I am above all interested in what the author is interested in. like, choking does nothing for me in and of itself, but everyone was so dang enthusiastic about it that now i'm invested and would absolutely read That Fic

for nsfw headcanons I have two different headcanon versions of clark for any piece of dc media. (yes this is how my brain works. blorbo all the way down). one looks identical to or nearly identical to a human. usually a cis man, however trans man clark also very good. the other has genitals that cannot be mistaken for human, usually some kind of retractable system. plus or minus some good ol' tentacles depending on the vibe. I went a little more into this + the Kryptonian names for such parts here. most of my headcanons are for alien biology clark, but going into a fic I think of any alien biology as a bonus, I don't expect it (there are, after all, a whole bunch of canon panels that go He Looks Totally Human No Xeno Here Guys!!. Every time I see one of these I like to imagine that some poor sucker at DC has seen something they do not like in the alien biology tag on ao3.)

A Clark who looks human I think is fairly well adjusted, he's had sex, he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t even if he may have hangups about asking for it. A Clark pre-serious relationship that doesn't look human, I hc has either not had sex or has only ever had sex with his clothes on and without being touched himself, only giving (for some reason allstar gives me this vibe) (sidenote: i do not mean to imply that this is not a perfectly valid and fulfilling sex life for many people!). he does genuinely enjoy being a service top. he just would also like to be in a relationship with someone who he could trust with his identity...

then he meets Lori in college (lori lemaris, for the uninitiated, is precrisis superman’s hot mermaid college gf, which is a sentence that rules. she should come back in a comic not written by frank fucking m*ller). alien4mermaid. for the first time he’s in a relationship with someone who not only knows that he’s not human but is not human herself. When she has to return to Atlantis it breaks his heart (canon). this ties into my Ideal Superman Timeline, where this is where he leaves college, at the end of his sophomore year, and scrapes together the rest of his degree with remote credits while traveling the world, learning what doing good looks like worldwide, and Finding HimselfTM. however this post is not about that.

that’s the background I usually have in the back of my little brain when I’m writing. Other stuff, mostly superbat but relevant to clois...

despite not having much experience he’s like. annoyingly good at pleasing his partner because 1. i said so 2. he is incredibly focused on their pleasure and 3. he’s got built in biofeedback receptors.

early on i think he absolutely ties himself in knots about wanting something, being allowed to want something, and feeling strange about judging himself for wanting something. the queer experience. man’s on three levels of overthinking. like, i think he enjoys the feeling of holding his partner’s arms down or thighs apart while he’s going down on them, feeling the muscles flex against his hands, knowing he has them pinned, but at the same time feels guilty about liking it.

ultimately he’s pretty vanilla himself, but since his partner’s pleasure is so important to him, he’s open to experiment and try things out.

Again early on, I think this backfires. There are certain things he is really uncomfortable with that i don’t think he’s aware of until they come up. He doesn’t like feeling examined or scrutinized, which I think would come up with Bruce early on in their relationship. Something about an old childhood fear of being looked at too closely. For the first few times, I think he’s more comfortable with the lights off.

dcau. bruce wants to try some sort of roleplay scene involving ropes/bondage and clark goes along with it because he can tell bruce likes it, but at the same time he’s lowkey getting triggered... clark’s very good at hiding stress, but bruce notices and pauses before it goes too far. clark just lies there still as a statue for a few seconds, says the safeword (’pearl’), and just as bruce is reaching out he’s bolted straight out through the window and up and away. bruce feels like garbage. clark feels like garbage. clark comes back once he’s ready, and because bruce doesn’t press for details, clark feels safe enough to choke out a few words explaining that it reminded him of what happened on apokolips with lashina. clark Gets Help. this fixes the ENTIRE dcau from that point on and neither of them die sad and alone in bapmanbeyond.

similarly i know it’s a fic trope but i don’t think he finds depowered/blue kryptonite sex inherently more enjoyable. in my headcanon he’s grown up with his powers - while they can be overwhelming at times, they’re also comforting, and the sudden silence is distracting. Also at any given time when he’s depowered there’s a little voice in his head going ‘what if an airplane has a jet engine failure right now. do you know how many people could die? and you’re doing this to get off? selfish.’ this is a statistical improbability, of course, but it’s bronze age canon he has anxious thoughts like this.

retractable dick very handy in such emergency circumstances. the annoying thing about sex with clark is that it’s very very good 92% of the time but 8% of the time they will be deep into it and then clark will freeze, do the damn head tilt and then WOOOOSH. and his partner can’t even feel bad about it because they’re adults and both understand that saving a life is more important than an orgasm. besides he will make it up to them thoroughly.

he gets WAY better at communicating about sex and desire eventually, but only really with his partner. i think at heart he’s a modest and reserved person, i don’t think he’s ever going to be joining in “locker room talk.” (however AU where he does is incredibly funny)

("praise... 'kink'??? what do you mean praise 'kink.' what do you MEAN. are you people not praising your partners??? ARE YOU NOT LETTING THEM KNOW HOW WONDERFUL THEY ARE??? THAT'S - PEOPLE THINK OF PRAISE AS A KINK?????!!" - a man at the absolute end of his rope. facial expressions going through all five stages of grief.)

leaves hickeys on bruce’s neck, mostly because he wants to and he knows bruce is into it, but also knows the man’s got an inexhaustible supply of turtlenecks. he is aware of exactly where the turtlenecks end and does not leave hickeys higher than that. possessive streak, in a very considerate way, but still.

as he gets more secure and comfortable he loses the jealousy. possibly he enjoys the idea that bruce has so much experience and still chooses him.

if his partner says ‘do what you want with me, i’m all yours,’ i think 9/10 times it’s slow body worship and massage. sometimes not sex, sometimes it’s just too relaxing. it’s an indulgence for him to just be allowed to be slow and present. physical touch is a big love language and once he’s in a relationship he can freely give it, he loves to do just that.

the last 1/10 times is when he’s tired and stressed. he can and will pick up his partner and rail them into the mattress/against the wall/into thin air while floating. this is where the auxiliary tentacles come in handy. he gets them off though even if it’s supposed to be just about him for once, he feels too weird if he comes and his partner doesn’t.

on really really bad days his partner will pick up on how down he’s feeling and will uno reverse card and body worship him and it will make him cry a little

finally here are some panels that made me break out laughing. first off. he can tell just how hard he's getting. ah. impacted.

(action 423) imagine he's the one getting railed and it’s going Great and then all of a sudden he’s just like. “velocity - 4mph. impact pressure - 15ppi.” in his best Broadcaster Anchorman Voice. i think this would be very funny. bruce would be into it lois would NOT, however it would make her crack up laughing, which is what he'd be going for, so everybody wins. he’s a doofus at times and sex is NOT excluded from that

(WF 104) vibrators don't work on him. very sad! however. with superspeed. he IS the vibrator. (supers :handshake: flashes). I don't think he'd be much for toys himself, I think there's something very satisfying to him about body-to-body contact, but if a partner requested them he's happy to indulge them.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

best laid plans, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the middle of the night. You’re asleep next to your model boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, who is jacking off while touching your tits. Wait. Hold on a second. What? (He is still your model boyfriend though, even after all that.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, handjob (while sucking on JK’s balls, lucky guy), tiny bit of nipple play and pussy slapping, edging, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts and i did make a Dynamite lyric reference with JK’s dick and you can’t stop me

yes, the title is a pun, channeling my inner seokjinnie it’s what you think it is and it’s also not

–

Your dreams were always vivid and intense. 

Was it normal to have movie-level, hyperdetailed, sometimes not even involving you or anyone you knew (at least consciously), insane storyline dreams on a constant basis (without medication causing them)? You know, maybe not. You should get that checked out. But not today, because this is not the story about that (you really should get that checked out).

This is the story about you dreaming about your boyfriend jacking off next to asleep you and then realizing it was not a dream. 

At first you were like, man, that sure sounds like Jeon Jungkook breathing hard. Was he working out? Why are you having dreams about Jungkook working out? That's literally the most pointless, mundane dream you could ever have. Also, you weren't seeing anything, just blackness. What was the damn point of this dream you couldn't even look at him?

(To be honest, that’s very rude of you, brain.)

Jungkook always asked you to work out at home with him but, one, he was annoying as fuck to work out with because all he did was stare at you ("oh yeah, my bad for thinking you're sexy, holy shit, what a crime to think my girlfriend and future wife is hot!"); two, you literally had zero motivation to work out (not lazy, just, you know, didn't give a shit and Jungkook called that your great flaw of being his perfect girlfriend – but he loved all your soft bits so he was sending you mixed messages, tsk tsk); and finally, three, it always led up to fucking, so why go through all that trouble hyping yourself up in your leggings and sports bra, only to spend five minutes in them and forty-five doing a whole different kind of workout that didn't require clothes?

Exactly. 

Just skip that shit and get to the naked part. 

Oh, right, back to the whole deep-breathing Jungkook and you seeing darkness thing. 

Sometimes you had dreams with only sound and very little visual. It was disorienting, giving you the feeling of being trapped in a maze with no way out (dream analysts would be all over that shit) and once the images returned, you were usually naked (psychologists would have a field day with that). But this time, you were unmoving. Listening to tense inhale, drawn-out exhale, over and over, and you only recognized it as Jungkook because he did that thing where he sucked on his teeth a little, making that almost inaudible hiss noise. 

You felt heavy, tired, sluggish, as if you were dragging yourself through mud, in between the brink of conscious and subconscious, in that brief moment where you could control the dream but not your body, that little pocket of utopia. You searched for Jungkook in the darkness, curious to find him, and you couldn't, but he seemed to be beside you, to your right, where he usually was when you slept. Next to you, sometimes snoring so you'd have to smack him in the chest and he'd snort and stop (for a hot second, then you'd roll him to his side so at least he wouldn't be snoring in your ear). His pectoral muscles were bigger lately (you hated working out but you sure as hell didn't hate Jungkook working out) and the slapping sound was pretty satisfying now, palm to hard muscle. 

Kind of like the sound right now. 

Wait. 

You weren't slapping Jungkook's pecs.

You furrowed your brows. Huh? Why were you hearing that soft smacking sound over and over, Jungkook's low hiss and then your name in a deep hazy whisper and why was your front cold? You usually slept with only panties, no bra, but you weren't usually cold up top – that's what the linen duvet was for (you paid way too much for that, but you saw it on Instagram and, hey, it's your money, go off) and, to be honest, you used to be a cute pajamas person but, ever since you started living with Jungkook, he wanted you to wear as much as he did when he slept (read: literally only his boxer briefs). Lots of begging (and him being on his knees for you) later, and now it was your habit to strip before sleeping.

Anyway, back to being cold. 

You scrunched up your face and listened to the labored breathing in your right, a hand drifting on your stomach, tracing your bellybutton, moving up, light, delicate touches, the sound of skin on skin. A gentle fingertip brushed your nipple. 

You cracked your eyes open.

There was a tiny bit of light from your computer, the RGB keyboard casting a faint rainbow. You shifted your eyes to your right.

Jungkook's left arm was in an awkward position, softly caressing your nipple as he violently pumped his dick. 

On the bed. 

Underwear gone.

On the floor? Probably. 

He looked pretty damn hard. (Nice.) 

Your eyes floated to his face and his eyes were closed, mouth open, trying not to make any noise, gasping your name. Shapely jaw, soft cheeks, dark lashes, ash blond hair framing his handsome features, so beautiful it was unreal. His head turned towards you and his dark brown eyes slowly opened, purring your name lovingly. 

"Yeah, Jungkook?"

You saw the single blissful second it took for Jungkook's brain to catch up. 

Then he choked.

On air and his dick by squeezing it far too hard in complete and utter shock. 

"HOLY FUCK!"

He yanked his hand back, off your chest (feels bad man) and released his cock, causing it to bounce a little in the air (kind of sexy, not gonna lie), both of them shooting up to cover his rapidly reddening cheeks, one tattooed, one not, his inked right arm tense and his hand glistening with points of pre-cum.

You blinked innocently at him. 

"Oh, shit, fuck, I'm so sorry, um, l–listen," he sputtered, dick still sticking straight up, completely oblivious to Jungkook's embarrassment (ignorance is bliss). "I... I have a good reason, I s-swear."

You rolled onto your side and squished your tits together. Jungkook's brain seemed to implode a little, staring at your squashed breasts and hard nipples like it was the first time (even though you knew he literally sees them at least once a day).

"You're horny?" 

Your voice cracked a little from sleep and you coughed to clear your throat (not sexy, but such is life). 

Jungkook's shaking pupils were too busy staring at your titties. "Y-Yeah, I just woke up randomly horny as fuck, but I know how much you hate having your sleep disturbed so I was just going to edge myself a little... well, maybe finish…"

"You masturbating while touching my tits is not going to disturb me?"

"I... I've done it before..."

???????

???????

"Uh..."

"I don't touch you very much!" Jungkook blurted, grabbing your hands. "P-Please don't be mad! I only touch you a little and always very carefully! I never try to take advantage, I'm just horny, please, please, please don't be mad!"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly. You grimaced, not because of the hug (Jungkook’s hugs were top tier), but because his hard dick jammed right into your thigh and smeared a giant line of pre-cum onto your skin (a little cold and not nearly as sexy as internet smut stories make it out to be, but maybe that was because you literally woke up to Jungkook jacking off without giving you so much as an invitation, rude). You gasped and retreated a little, but that made Jungkook try to grab you tighter and his cock bent upwards and jabbed you in the lower belly. 

Still leaking everywhere, by the way. 

"Oh shit–"

"Look here Excalibur, I'm not the stone waiting for the king," you winced, swiping your hand across your skin and wiping it on the side of his ass (hey, it's free real estate). Jungkook yelped, letting go of you. 

"Hey!"

"If you're horny, let's fuck, not joust. I don't have the proper equipment for that and I'm not an undercover Lancelot, as dope as that would be."

"I should be turned off by now," Jungkook muttered under his breath (probably cursing your poorly timed King Arthur jokes – you did have a tendency to wear your mind on your sleeve). "But I'm not because, fuck, look at this body..."

His hands were already running all over your skin and, if there was one thing Jungkook had an extra zest for, it was fucking you – all the time, twenty-four seven, rest in peace responsibilities if you ever decided to become a nudist, but thankfully you had self-control (not when it came to terrible jokes at inappropriate times though, that was your vice). However, sleepy you had less self-control and let him do whatever he wanted, running his fingers all over your chest, making you shiver and slide closer to him, rubbing your thigh against his length and he sucked in a breath, whispering your name hotly against your cheek.

"S-Stop, I'm going to get horny..."

"You're already horny," you hummed into his chin, running your fingers through his blond hair, closing your eyes again, listening to his soft moan against your cheek (he always sounded so good, so fucking sexy, it was sinful), your left hand sliding down between you both. his palms pressed into your breasts, squeezing them roughly as you cupped your hand around his length and balls (Jungkook was really warm and your hands were kind of cold, this turned out to be a win-win situation, sweet). You wound your fingers around his length with two fingers hooked around his balls, bouncing them lightly as you rubbed his velvety skin, sighing against his neck.

"Pog."

"Do not Twitch chat talk to my dick," Jungkook muttered. "Also, what kind of weak-ass handjob is this, are you just warming your cold-as-fuck fingers–" (well, shit) "–oh, fuck!"

You gripped his cock with your left hand and buried your fingers in his hair, tongue between your lips as you roughly stroked his length, making Jungkook squirm and gasp above you, jerking back. You kept your hold on him, tighter, feeling him swell and get harder, grinning, your eyes still closed, working him fast and firm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook swore repeatedly, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers (damn, he was making you work to keep this smirk on your face, but it was worth), tendrils of pleasure snaking through you. You bit the side of your lip, increasing your pace, squeezing just under the head the way he liked, pre-cum pooling around the pocket of your index finger and thumb, adding lubrication.

"Stop, s-stop, I'm gonna e-explode," Jungkook moaned, planting his hands onto your tits and sinking his fingers in the softness once more (hello? where's the titty love, this ain't all about you, Jungkook). 

"I like dynamite," was you answer, cracking one eye open. "Light it up." 

Jungkook growled in his throat, glaring at you. "I swear to God, if you weren't so fucking hot, I'd be so fucking limp right no–aah, d-don't, oh fuuuck, please..."

You slid down the bed, switching hands, attaching your mouth to his balls (he was probably grateful for that, can't talk with a mouthful of nuts, sad) and put your breasts on his thigh, rubbing your nipples all over his hard muscle as you sucked, starting off slow, then faster and faster, one to the other, tongue all over, Jungkook loudly rambling nonsense above you (you weren't paying attention, you had a dick to jack off and some balls to rearrange with your masterful tongue) until Jungkook squealed at your firm grip on the head, cutting off his orgasm once again.

"Stop edging me," he hissed angrily above you.

You blew a raspberry on his nuts.

"A-ah, fuuuuuuuuck!"

Oh, that turned out to be more pleasurable than either you or Jungkook imagined, because his eyes were gigantic and his hips were furiously humping your hand, but you weren't holding him tight enough for him to cum. You raised your eyebrows at him and Jungkook gave you the most displeased expression he could muster (he looked cute as fuck, a complete fail), ash blond strands clinging to his forehead, nose scrunched up.

"That was for jacking off without me," you tutted.

"You would have gotten pissed if I woke you up to fuck," he pouted.

"I need beauty sleep to be beautiful."

"I hear facials actually help quite a lot."

You burst out laughing and Jungkook followed suit, his rich, full, almost wheezing laugh, until he realized you had swiped a condom from the nightstand (yup, they were casually in a little moon-shaped dish by the bed next to the chap stick and phone charger, says a lot about you two), fitted it on him, and then you sat on his dick.

"W-Wait – oooooooh, fuck!"

You waited a second for your body to adjust, forcefully stretched out by his thick girth, but it wasn't that bad when you were controlling your muscles and expecting it, so you started rocking your hips after the second, sighing in satisfaction. Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his head, his long fingers bunching up on his chest, raising his ass to get deeper with every slap of hips to hips, your body talking to his, heat rising through you, branching out your spine and to your limbs, the best kind of workout (your only workout, be honest here), clenching your core, making Jungkook snap his head back in panic, shaking his head furiously.

"I'm g-gonna cum if you keep going l-like that..."

You leaned down, brushing his hands away and spreading your fingers over his pecs, running your nails over his hard nipples. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip, you turning the tempo from a fast one to a longer, slower, more complete stroke from head to base, soft ass smacking his soft balls. He looked up at you, moaning softly, pupils blown wide, rainbow shadows over his face (damn, he's pretty, eleven out of ten, for sure), gasping your name, his hands finding your forearms and caressing them, eyelashes fluttering.

"O-oh, fuck, p-please... faster... wanna cum... you're so fucking sexy... ah, fuck, wanna cum for you..."

No one could say no to that, especially not you.

You slid your arms down to the bed, right beside his head, and increased the force, intensifying it all, Jungkook's fingers flying up and holding onto your nipples, the sheer wildness of your own pace tugging and pulling on them, your breathing deepening, panting hard, wispy and hot, his name on your lips, pleasure all over, passionately fucking him into the bed, and him jutting his hips back into your soaked walls, throbbing against the tightness, so hot, fire coursing through you, your juices soaking his crotch and balls.

“Jungkook, oh, fuck, yes...”

You squeezed him hard and Jungkook thrust into you with a groan, all hardness and thickness violently burying itself into your overwhelming heat and you moaned lustfully, pussy shuddering around his wonderful cock, feeling it shiver repeatedly, his orgasm filling up the condom so much that you felt the latex stretch inside you, jarring jerks with each of Jungkook's soft cries, his head shoved into the pillows, blond hair fanning out like a halo and practically wearing out your name with how many times he was chanting it.

You reached and held down the condom as you unsheathed (the beast), collapsing against the bed and laying down, wheezing a little, greatly satisfied at your work.

"Boom."

You weakly reached up and mimed a firework with one hand.

"Like dynamite."

"Oh, my fucking God," Jungkook muttered, peeling off the condom and immediately snatching the towel next to the bed (also says a lot about you two) and another condom, yanking off the other one (trash can next to the bed already, again says – never mind, you get it) and cleaning himself off before putting on the new one. "On your back."

You rolled on your back, snickering. "Three parts dynamite, with a nitroglycerin cap–"

Jungkook clapped a hand on your mouth and it smelled a whole lot like his cum. "This is not the time to be quoting the Addams Family, you animal."

You nuzzled out of it, grinning. "I'm just saying I want an orgasm equivalent to blowing up a small house."

"Oh, you'll get it," Jungkook growled, yanking your hips to the center of the bed, pushing your legs up to your chest, almost bending you in half. "You ready?"

You bit your lip, still grinning. "Of course."

One hand left your leg and you were confused for a split second.

The next you were gasping, Jungkook rapidly smacking his hand into your clit and pussy, not hard, but constant, swift smacks that got you wetter and wetter, quivering and struggling for breath.

"J-Jungkook, oh f-fuck, Jungkook..." you whined, fingers digging into the sheets, twisting them, bouncing your hips towards him. He inhaled sharply, fitting his finger onto your clit and raising himself.

"W-wait – oh fuck!"

Jungkook chuckled and thrust into your wet warmth, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your body squirmed, trying to alleviate the sudden high rush of pleasure, but Jungkook was stronger (was this the reason he worked out? no complaints here), his free hand pressing your leg down into your chest, your other leg crammed against his shoulder, his hand snaking in between and stimulating your clit, not having to move because you were moaning helplessly, rutting against him repeatedly, pulsating all around him, so good, so good, throbs of desire against his callused fingertip, eyes rolling back. Hard cock, engorged clit worked into a frenzy, your own hips fucking him back so hard that Jungkook was moaning with you, your name tumbling out from those pink lips.

"Cum for me, fuck, you sound and look so sexy, come on, come on..."

You would have praise for him too if you could breathe, but you couldn't, pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes closed, getting there, getting so close, and Jungkook he kept going until you wailed his name, back arcing, your tits hitting your thighs, forearms taut and straining, lower body lurching towards him and leaking out slick juices all over his crotch and yours, so much so that his finger slipped and his nail nicked your clit, turning your moan into a howl of ecstasy.

"Oh, shit, are you ok–"

You grabbed his hips, ignoring whatever the fuck he was saying, and slammed him down into your pussy, making Jungkook lose his balance and put his hands on the bed, yelping, and you hissing in his face, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, Jungkook, give me your cock, and Jungkook was saying something but your body gave no fucks, ears mysteriously broken at that specific moment, raising your hips to meet his as he sank down, Jungkook's face scrunching up and his pleas finally reaching your ears.

"H-Hold on, I want to last, stop, stop, stop..."

"Who cares about that, I need dick," was your very impatient response, but Jungkook grabbed your thighs and pinned you down, stopping you and him from moving, you whining and clenching around him.

"This is not p–"

Jungkook immediately fitted his hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes at you. "No. Bad. Shush."

(How did he know you were going to say 'this is not poggers'?)

You wiggled your ass and Jungkook growled, pulling out and slamming back in, not fast, but powerful, cock getting harder and harder with your whines and cries behind his palm.

"This is what you need," he panted, deep and gravelly, one hand on the bed and one on your mouth, fucking you so hard that your ass was bouncing on the bed, creating a wet spot on the sheets with how drenched you were for Jungkook's lust-filled, husky voice. "Need me to fuck you silent, fuck, you're so tight and wet, come on, cum for me, cum for me, you sexy, sexy woman..."

Your body was already complying, pleasure wrapping all around, body so hot from the fire within, tongue pressed against his palm, moaning lewdly around his fingers as you came again, and he was so hard, fuck, Jungkook was so fucking hard right after he woke up, always, (a fucking mystery and eighth wonder of the world and your pussy was thoroughly investigating), so deep and so thick, your muscles clutching him tight, sucking him back in. His fingers separated a little, loosening his grip, and you heard your needy whimper mildly muffled by his digits.

"You're so good Jungkook, I love you, fuck, I love your cock, Jungkook..."

You looked up into his eyes, at his long hair hanging around his face, jaw clenched, smirking as he saw your gaze, biting the side of his lips in concentration.

"I love you too," he breathed. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."

You clamped around him and Jungkook groaned, eyelids fluttering, grunting as he forcefully thrust into you, your name mixed with a moan as he came again, fully sheathing himself in your quivering, abused heat, warm pulses soothing him and you all over. The sheets stuck to your ass, covered in your sweet-smelling cum.

(Good thing that was on his side of the bed.)

His hand glided up your face, pushing back your hair, shuddering as he rutted into your core a few more times, savoring your tightness.

"You alright, my dude?" you whispered nonchalantly, gasping slightly.

Jungkook cracked one eye open. "Yeah, I'm fucking fantastic, bro."

"Pog-"

Jungkook shoved two fingers into your mouth and you choked a little, pouting around his fingers (you weren't surprised though, you knew it was coming).

"I will whip this dick out and slap you in the face with it."

"That's kinda nasty, but also sounds kinda hot," you gargled around his fingers.

"... You're right. Damn, he's asleep. Shit."

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, frowning as he glanced down.

"Only him and not us, something seems a little inverted here."

Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to kiss you (another reason why he was the perfect partner, still being affectionate, regardless of your loony antics).

"I love you."

-

in which you anger jjk by being annoying - wait, that’s every day well, he still wants to bang you counter point

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masterpost

[kiyoors]

do i wanna know?

bokuto koutaro x reader

wc: uh about 700ish? heh

you think bokuto probably knows.

after all, every time you seem to huddle towards him, he smiles to himself and chuckles, letting you press yourself a little closer to his side.

it’s not really you’re fault that the weather is freezing cold, right? and it’s not you’re fault either that bokuto just happens to be a human heater.. right?

actually, you’d learned the trick from akaashi.

from his spot behind you and bokuto, as you all made your way to a convenience store late one chilly night, he’d noticed you shivering, your breath clouding a little more than his or bokuto’s. he’d discreetly called out your name, and just as you had stoped so that he could catch up with your pace, he’d leaned in to whisper, “bokuto-san regularly runs warm, y’know”

he had given you a pointed look, as if you could make do with just this tid-bit of information, but really you only just knitted your brows.

akaashi sighed and chuckled to himself— maybe you and bokuto were meant for each other: clueless complements. it was kind of cute.

“he usually doesn’t mind if you walk a little closer to him, for warmth.” he explains, adding the warmth part as an after thought. bokuto wouldn’t mind it at all if you did happen to walk a little closer to him.

your mouth opens in a small o, understanding in your eyes. “so.. free real estate?”

akaashi actually snort at that. “yes, free real estate.”

that night, you didn’t leave bokutos side.

it’s been a couple of years since then, and being close to bokuto is second nature by now. you’ve learned to seek out his warm skin, tugging at his sweater sleeves until he laces his heated palm with your freezing one. meanwhile, bokuto’s learned to subconsciously embrace the cool of your skin. he has your tells memorized by now: the way you’ll start shifting in your spot, hoping the movement heats you up, or how you’ll stand by a wall, blocking the cold wind, if maybe, from just one side of your body.

it’d be then that bokuto would step in front of you, taking your hands, previously in your pockets, and enclosing them in both of his. he’ll then, and this is the part that always makes your heart race, bring them close to his lips, puffing gentle breaths of air into them, warming them up.

bokuto’s convinced he only lives to see the smile on your face every time he does that, your cheeks warming along with his heart.

it’s no different this time, as you both wait for the bus. he’d insisted on waiting for it with you, after a late dinner you’d both shared at your favorite restaurant. he’d smiled at you from across the table, and you’d scooted your chair close to him, if only get a better feel of the heat radiating off of him. you guess you could call it a date, but not out loud. 

never out loud.

it’s with this thought that bokuto catches the sour look on your face, lifting one of his brows at you, “you good?”

you blink, snapping yourself out of it. whatever kind of relationship you and bokuto have has always been left unspecified, and there’s no point in questioning it now, anyway— you’re too far in it to get out. 

you’re just friends that cuddle. 

friends who’re just a bit more physically close than others. 

friends that kiss when they’re drunk-

“‘m just cold,” you play it off.

bokuto’s golden eyes are cloudy, but he doesn’t question it. instead, he brings you closer to him, pressing you to his warm chest, his thumb sneaking under your shirt just slightly to rub circles on the skin of your lower back.

you can’t help but nuzzle yourself deeper into him, to want to burrow into his heart, and stay there, making a home out of it.

it’s dangerous to have these kinds of thoughts. you can’t. not when there’s years of friendship on the line.

your icy fingertips mindlessly pad along his sides, slipping under his shirt, and making him yelp as you settle them over the hot skin of his hips. it’s slight payback, you think, for the fever he makes your heart run.

and still, he doesn’t complain about the cold, about your icy hands on his skin, about your silence.

he kisses the top of your head as the first snowflakes begin to fall at the same time the bus’s headlights become clearer as it approaches.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, bub,” he whispers, holding you closer when the bus comes to a stop in front of you, “text me when you’re home, yeah?”

you wordlessly nod into his chest, planting a kiss to his sternum. neither of you acknowledge it, but you both know you felt his heart skip a beat or two at the press of your lips.

it’s soft, subtle, but he brings a hand to cup your cheek. it’s not a kiss, not really, but your heart still hammers at the feel of his breath gently brushing over your cheeks— barely a touch of your lips.

bokuto already knows, already decided it’s you he wants in his life, forever.

he’s just waiting for you to accept him and his warmth, fully.

[pipermca]

Aliens in Mind, Body, and Soul

One of the things I've been meaning to do was describe the various aliens I used in Mind, Body, and Soul.

There were four main organic species mentioned in the fic: humans, A'ovans, Povians, and Akkiel. All of them except the Akkiel have entries on the TF Wiki, but I didn't really lift much from any of their entries. (I can't remember where I got the name Akkiel from; I think I used a "random alien species name" generator and just liked what it came up with.)

Anyway, here's some stuff from my notes on the different species, along with some visual ideas of what I was picturing when I wrote them. :)

Humans

I had a pretty good handle on what the humans were like in the story. :) Not much to say about them. Carly was my main human character. I used Sam as the other human, mostly because I couldn't have used the name Spike and not have to comment on it in any way. 😅

A'ovans

The only thing I really used from the A'ovan wiki entry was the fact that they were almost annihilated by war. In MBS, they were the species that Bluestreak had the most contact with, since he worked for an A'ovan for a long time before the war.

Building the A'ovan culture was great fun. They were a matriarchal society, where one female would have many male mates. They laid eggs by the dozens (which is why one female needed lots of males, to care for the eggs that survive) and lived in large, extended family structures called stables. They had an intense spirituality, one that they guarded fiercely, especially after fleeing their homeworld. One of their cultural practices that a lot of Cybertronians disliked was how they literally ate their dead, in a ceremony that could last for days. The more high-ranking the individual, the longer the "feast" would last, out of respect for them.

Because of the structure of their mouths, A'ovans had a hard time saying anything other than guttural clicks and clacks, noises made by striking their beaks closed in various patterns. The audible portion of their language was enhanced by hand signs and body language, resulting in them being extremely expressive even if their audible language was limited.

The way I pictured the A'ovans in MBS was very similar to a D&D mindflayer: sort of reptilian appearance, with a beaked mouth hidden and surrounded by tentacles, and with very long, expressive fingers. They were quite tall and slim; most of the adults were about the height of a regular-sized Cybertronian. The main difference between A'ovans and this image are the eyes: A'ovans have very large, dark eyes.

On Cybertron with its thin atmosphere, the A'ovans needed to wear rebreathers when outside of an ecodome. The design of the most common rebreathers covered up most of their face tentacles. The rebreathers also acted as translators for the A'ovans, since most Cybertronians couldn't be bothered to learn both their audible and sign language to communicate with them. The translators had a hard time with A'ovan body language, so the syntax and structure of what was translated often sounded stilted to Cybertronians.

Povians

There was nothing of note on the wiki about Povians so – it's free real estate!

I envisioned Povians as actual mammals, or something extremely similar. They evolved as a burrowing species, but as their society grew and developed they became used to living above ground. Their homeworld was literally blown to pieces; the ones who escaped made their way to Cybertron. They are renowned as great scientists and engineers, and worked alongside Cybertronians to help develop some of the technology that the Cybertronians were so proud of.

Povians also use translators, but the software is much better at translating their words into Cybertronian than it is A'ovan language.

The Povians also lived in large family structures, but not as tightly organized as A'ovan stables. Typically a family would consist of many inter-related familes, their children, and their children's children. Individuals would move between cities looking for mates, but also just following where the most interesting work would be.

I described Povians as being about the same height as a human, and Sam called them "giant hamsters." But when I pictured them, it was a direct throwback to when I was a kid. I had some toys called The Woodseys. This is what I pictured the Povians as:

So, Povians basically looked like giant squirrels: beady eyes, little tiny ears, short legs, and covered in fine fur. Whether they had tails or not was left out, but I think I leaned towards "tiny tail" like a hamster.

Akkiel

The last species in MBS was the most alien one of all. We just saw glimpses of them through MBS, with the exception of the Zehxaax herd we met briefly after Bluestreak and company land on Earth.

Akkiel aren't just herd creatures, they are hive creatures... Complete with a hive mind. For this idea I leaned heavily on the species the Tines in Vernor Vinge's A Fire Upon the Deep. In that book, a single "person" is actually composed of several members; communication and congruence between the individuals is maintained by ultrasonic sound. The Akkiel are the exact same idea: one herd is comprised of many individuals ("at least five"), but the herd communicates with itself and others using scent. As individuals die, the herd will pick up new members. To lose a member and gain a new one changes the herd's personality slightly, but eventually the new member is incorporated and the herd reaches a new equilibrium.

Akkiel are known throughout the galaxy as being excellent workers. Hiring a few Akkiel to construct something means it'll get done faster and more efficiently (and with better craftsmanship!) than by using workers who tediously have to talk to each other to coordinate things. They use vocoders to speak, and the software struggles a bit with the translations, especially when referring to individual non-Akkiel people. Example:

One of the members paused by Hound, stroking an antennae down Hound's damaged leg, then tapped Trailbreaker's hip. "We are grateful/indebted to Hound/Green/Four Wheels," the member said through its vocoder, and a complex scent filled the air. Bluestreak wasn't very good at identifying the more complicated pheromones Akkiel used, but he thought this one smelled like affection. "Part Three/Yellow/Worker was not alone when it died/was separated. Give friend/mate/counterpart our thanks?"

As for what they looked like: Sam referred to them continually as "bugs," and also mentioned the Akkiel are brightly coloured. This is what I had in mind:

I imagined them as kinda like the antlions from Half Life 2, but with one more set of legs. Maybe a bit more like the bugs from Starship Troopers.

They also came in different colours, which didn't mean anything except to the Akkiel themselves, and I never got into what they meant. ^.^

But if you visited the Akkiel homeworld, you might see something a lot like this:

Anyway, that's the rundown of the species I included in Mind, Body, and Soul. I've been meaning to write this out for a while, so I hope you found this interesting.

[nat-20s]

📕

I got five words for you: jonmartin pride and prejudice au

More words on this- i think i deserve aus where Jon is the one that starts pining real hard real fast while Martin is like UGH this FUCKIN GUY...oh wait...unless...... and what better au than one of the best love stories ever imo. like god pride and prejudice slaps so fucking hard it is the MOLD which all "not technically enemies but definitely people that didn't want to end up at the same parties to lovers" has been built and "grumpy character that's secretly a ball of awkwardness but cares SO SO DEEPLY about His People" with "Personable and charming character that's deeply sarcastic but also secretly just as flawed and complex as grumpy character" is SO FUCKING GOOD AND ALSO!! THEY!!!!

My casting list:

Mr. Darcy- Jon (self explanatory, bad at first impressions, full of love)

Lizzie Bennent- Martin (also self explanatory, funny and sarcastic, lowkey highkey judgemental, kind of goin through it tbh!!)

Mrs. Bennet- Martin's mum, but like. Less awful. Still not great, but at least slightly cares about the wellbein of her son.

Mr. Bennet but not really, mixed with the Gardners- Simon Fairchild. is NOT married to martin's mum, but is the uncle figure that sort of fills a couple of roles

Jane Bennet- Sasha :-) (she's Martin's older half sister in this au, and he ADORES her. Shared mom, different dads)

Kitty/Mary- not in this au lmao

Lydia Bennet, sort of- Gerry. Is actually a live in nurse to Martin's mom, but ends up in the shitty situation that Jon secretly helps out with

Charles Bingley- Tim!!! foot loose and trauma free because his brother is fine in this. speaking of,

Caroline Bingley- Danny. I'm so sorry danny u were probably a nice dude in tma canon before you got got but in this au you're petty and low key in love with jon. that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes okay

Charlotte Lucas- Basira. Not a cop in this, obviously. But like..getting married for practical reasons rather than romantic? that seems very much a basira move to me

Mr Collins- Daisy lmao. WILDLY different personalities, but fufills the narrative role of proposing to Martin initally to end up marrying basira instead. Instead of being a pastor, works security for Lady Catherine

Lady Catherine- Gertrude. Not actually related to Jon, but basically took him on as a ward when his parents died. She doesn't technically control his estate, but she considers herself in charge nonetheless. Expects him to marry her nephew

Anne De Bourgh- Micheal Shelly. Justification is that i mostly thought it would be funny

Georgiana Darcy- who else but Georgie? Not Jon's sister, but she is his other best friend, and she DO be wingmanning

Colonel Fitzwilliam- Melanie! I feel like she would absolutely think she was hyping Jon up when in reality it's like *activates Martin's rage mode*. Also idk i feel like the original character were also mlm/wlw solidarity and I want that to stay

W*ckh*m- okay I want to say this beforehand, but he is NOT a romantic interest for anyone in this au, and he uses/ manipulates people in an entirely different way than wickham does in p and p, with all the focus on the financial aspect. He's a schuckster, not a seducer. But yeah anyway it's elias/jonah. Ugh.

so. yeah. There's definitely some alterations I would make to the original canon, and im not sure if it would be regency or semi modern or anachronistic, but yeah. What it says on the tin. Pride and Prejudice au.

[sullustangin]

yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.” For Akaavi and Risha

😇

Sorry for the very long delay in posting this; I've been in the real estate moshpit and finally moved house. Thanks for the prompt; I should be better at getting to these in the future.

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Early 3639

Prompt: “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.” For Akaavi and Risha

“We should just be a bunch of chaotic space lesbians and fuck men – as in, forget men. Like the opposite of what I said.”

“Uh huh.” Akaavi patted the back of Risha’s thigh as she carried her up the gangplank of Virtue’s Thief. The Zabrak had hoisted the Drayen heir over her shoulders in order to remove her from the bar; she’d had too much of a few things, and the Thief was short on bail funds because Guss had lost them at the sabacc table. “Now your problem is getting the Captain to agree.”

“Oh, fuck her. Like literally, if we’re going to be real lesbians.” Risha’s vehement foot swung back and forth and almost hit Akaavi.

“Again, you’ll have to convince her. And me.”

“That’s not hard on your count.” Risha’s voice slid low into her register, and she wiggled as suggestively as she could while in a fireman’s carry.

“Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.” Akaavi was sorely tempted to drop Risha on her head, but brain cells were an endangered species on Virtue’s Thief, sometimes. Risha only talked like this when she was really drunk. Akaavi had observed and learned never to take it seriously. “What’s your problem?”

“I got thrown out of the casino – how dare they. Fucking Corolastor is up in the penthouse suite, happily drinking herself to death.”

“So she’s blowing off steam. It’s been a hectic last few months.”

“What a shit nickname the holos gave her: ‘the Voidhound.’ Because she killed the Voidwolf.” Risha’s left foot jerked out for emphasis, and Akaavi dodged it. “How boring. How uncreative. How the fuck did she become more successful than my father with a bunch of losers?”

“Watch it.” Akaavi was close to giving into temptation, just this one time – which temptation was cloudy, since Akaavi had been drinking a lot that night too. She knew she had to take Risha home and keep her safe; that’s what the Captain had asked before she bought something ridiculously expensive and took it upstairs.

She usually pulled the barman too, but there’d be a hiatus since…

Risha exhaled dramatically and went limp over Akaavi’s shoulders. “She gets to celebrate not being in jail, being free and all that. Why can’t I?”

“You thought your ex-fiancé was somehow being unfaithful to you despite being your ex.”

“He should be fighting the good fight on Dubrillion.”

“Risha, for the last time, that was not him. It was some other guy with a mustache with his boyfriend.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to do that.”

Akaavi shrugged the best she could under the dead weight. “As if we know what Jedi are supposed to do, between Guss and Sumalee.”

“Hey! My buddy is the BEST Jedi. She saved Eva – which is why I hate her right now.” Risha’s head dropped, and Akaavi hoped that she’d finally passed out.

No, she was not that lucky.

“I don’t mean I can’t celebrate because I got kicked out—I have spice back home. I mean, I can’t celebrate. I can’t celebrate being free of Merritt,” Risha said the last word softly.

The Count’s first name. Interesting. Akaavi gave a non-committal grunt as she ascended the gangplank of Virtue’s Thief.

It was when Akaavi tipped to her side to slide Risha off her shoulders and into her bunk that the problem of the night emerged. “I shouldn’t have listened Eva. I should have married him anyway.”

“Did you love him?” For Akaavi, it was a straight-forward matter; the Captain’s advice had been sound on that front: love him, yes; do not love him, no.

Despite her drinking, Risha seemed to have acquired the ability to read minds. “No, but at least Merritt was a decent man; she probably said what she did because she’d just … with Darmas.” Risha made a vague, distant gesture into the darkness that crept in around the edges of the crew quarters. “I should have done it anyway. Logical. Politically advantageous. Probably subby in bed. I can work with that.”

Akaavi rolled her eyes. “So call him.”

A flicker of light appeared in Risha’s eyes. “He does seem to be in love with me.” Then the light burned out. “But I’m not in love with him. I don’t think I can be in love with anyone.” Risha tilted her head back against her headboard to help her look up at Akaavi.

Akaavi wanted to go to bed now, please. And not in here with her. She wondered if the Captain would be offended if she slept in the cockpit. “So don’t.”

Risha blinked. “It’s just – he can be in love with someone. It seems really, really cruel to take away the opportunity for someone to be in love with him.” She let her head loll to the other side, her cheek pressed against the top of the headboard. “I asked Eva if she thought I’d always be broken.”

Now Akaavi remembered why she hated drinking with Risha: she always got sad when she drank. At least with the spice, she was giggly and somewhat happy. Or she was like a moon: she reflected the light of others as her own. “So you weren’t in love with this count –”

“I’ve never been in love at all. I don’t think I can do it. Maybe it’s because of –”

Akaavi didn’t want to have her drinks go sour in her stomach like when she’d overheard her tell Eva, who wasn’t doing that great anyway. “Some people just aren’t romantic. Or they only feel that way with the right ones.” She paused for a couple of beats. “Not everything is because ‘something’ happened.”

“It certainly didn’t help.”

Akaavi had nothing to say to that.

Risha gazed at her, her expression inscrutable. “Did you always like girls, or only after you swore off men after Lone?”

Akaavi laughed, a short clipped noise. “You know I most certainly have not sworn off men. But to the first question, yes, always.”

“Double the chances to find someone.”

“Double the rejections. Or double the people I have to reject.”

Risha didn’t say anything for a few minutes. In the darkness of the crew quarters, Akaavi thought she might have fallen asleep, if it weren’t for the fact that Risha’s breathing did not slow as it would.

“Sometimes you just are?”

“Sometimes you just are. And there’s nothing broken about that.”

**

This plays around with some orientation and identity headcanon I've had about the girls.

In my fan fic universe, I read Akaavi as bisexual, biromantic because a) she had a male lover who betrayed her in the original SWTOR; and b) she objects to leaving with the smuggler Commander if Mako doesn't get to go too (same with Mako with a BH Commander; if not romanced by the male BH, Mako can be encouraged to date Torian for awhile, so either way, vanilla SWTOR shows Mako liking boys too). For Risha, in my universe with a f!smuggler, she's heterosexual, but either aromantic or demiromantic and hasn't found someone to feel that deeply about yet. Looking at the m!smuggler romance, Risha has a lot of banter, but she actively steers away from any schmaltz or confession of feelings. As to "what happened," I have headcanonned that Risha didn't have the best introduction to sex and relationships, since she was on her own from the age of 11; she was young and vulnerable, and people took advantage of that. I've also had the experience of being a mentor to students from conservative backgrounds that wonder if early sexual activity or trauma 'made them be this way' when they don't come out heterosexual, heteroromantic... or, in their world, "normal." Reassurances can be offered, but not always accepted.

Akaavi is 5 years older than Corso, 6 years older than Risha, and 7 years older than my smuggler; she has better perspective about life and who she really is than these yuckleheads. Risha plays at being hardened, so much to the point that we sometimes forget that she's only about 21 when the game starts.

[koreaweeb]

Marionette - Beach Arrival (1)

TW: SWEARING, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT

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Chuya Kurenai - Day 5 of Sojourn

Sat at one end of the dining table, Kurenai opened her eyes to find that she was bound at her wrists and ankles to the chair. It did not matter how much she struggled, her attempts to escape were futile. 

On the other end of the table was a familiar face. A face she had hated all her life.

Looking around for something that could free her, she froze when she looked above her. What looked like a large blade was hanging so precariously from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly. There was no doubt she would die the moment it fell. 

“Welcome to Borderland. This is a simple game of choice, only one may survive. Player Chuya Atsushi must make a choice between his children.”

Stood on top of the dining table was her father, holding a rope in each hand. All he had to do was let go and that would be the end of either of them. 

She kept struggling, the ropes cutting through her skin from how much they were rubbing. She tried to scream too, to plead with her father but no matter how hard she tried, no sound came out. Not even a squeak. 

He did not look at her once, not a single glance, when he let go of the rope attached to the blade above her. He chose her brother. It had always been her brother.

Waking up abruptly from her nightmare, Kurenai found herself breathing hard. She looked down at her wrists, rubbing her thumb against her skin. It was just a dream but she could vividly feel the pain of the ropes cutting into her. She could still feel the pain now. What hurt more, however, was the fact that even in her own dream, her father chose her brother over her. 

She let out a sigh, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath to calm herself. 

Was her dream trying to tell her something?

That she would never be able to cut the strings her father had attached to her? That if she were to cut those strings, it would mean the end for her?

PAK!

With a hard slap to her cheek, Kurenai stopped herself from spiralling. 

Borderland was an unforgiving place, one mistake and she could be losing her life. She had no time to be thinking ‘what ifs’. Her only goal now was to return to the real world, so she could exact her revenge on her father. Every day she spent in Borderland, was another day he was winning.

Sitting up on the mattress, Kurenai let out a soft groan as she stretched her arms up in the air. She found herself a little home in the furniture store, in a shopping mall. While she loved a little shopping spree every so often, it was extremely eerie when the mall was abandoned and empty of shoppers.

As she got out of the bed, she adjusted her dress before frowning. It was crinkled from all the game activities and sleeping in it for several days. Time to go shopping.

The clicking of her heels echoed around the entire mall, coupled with her soft singing, it was almost as if she was in a horror movie.

With a few items on her arm, she went into a changing room to try the clothes on. She decided on a red A-line dress while holding onto several more outfits. Although she liked to look good, after the five of Spades game, practicality seemed to be more important. She even went to the shoe store and picked out a pair of comfortable sneakers. She kept her Louboutin still, she was not about to part with them.

Grabbing a backpack along the way, Kurenai was now ready to go on her way.

Before leaving the mall, she headed to the information desk and searched around. In the drawer of the desk was a stack of what she was looking for: a map of Tokyo. Shopping malls tend to have information pamphlets for tourists, whether it was for attractions or a map of the city. She picked up a map, browsing the area. 

Right now, her main problem was finding food and water, which she did not have much of. 

Carefully looking through the areas, she suddenly remembered something.

Maybe when we meet, it’ll be at the beach.

That was what Chishiya said to her last night.

Under normal circumstances, she would have dismissed this simple statement. But they were not under normal circumstances. Anything and everything one would see or hear around this place could potentially be life saving. 

Still, she was skeptical about trusting Chishiya.

Though as she was studying the map, she found herself looking at beaches around Tokyo. None of them were close enough, and if she was being honest, Kurenai was hoping to avoid any kind of physical activity. If she were to participate in games, it was better to conserve her energy.

Just as she was about to fold the map up, one particular place caught her attention. It was not too far from where she was, if she decided to explore.

Could this be the place?

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So this is how the top 1% lived.

After spending forty-five minutes trekking through a seemingly empty Tokyo, Kurenai finally found it: Tama Pacific Beach Resort Hotel. On her way here, she had been doubting the place but now that she was just standing just across the river looking at the hotel, there was no doubt. 

Most activities seemed to be happening by the pool, where there was a DJ blasting music through the speakers while girls were parading about in their bikinis. The contrast was stark, between the bubble within this hotel and the rest of Tokyo. Almost as if there were no games of life and death going on every night.

As she was still processing the information, an arm snaked around her waist when she was suddenly grabbed and a hand was placed around her mouth. Struggling out of instincts, it seemed pointless as she was being dragged away. 

She really got herself in trouble this time.

Next thing she knew, she was put in a chair, surrounded by strangers in the room with an eccentric man’s face just inches away from hers. She could smell the alcohol on him, and see the crazy in his eyes. Just what did she get herself into?

“How many times do I have to tell you to treat the ladies with respect, Niragi?” the man hummed, never taking his eyes off Kurenai. She did not back down either, staring straight into his eyes. “Interesting…”

“I don’t take orders from you,” another man answered. 

“Anyway! Welcome to utopia, my pretty! Welcome to the Beach! We have the answer you seek for!”

Answer? 

So they held the key on how to return to the real world?

“And who are you for me to trust?”

“I’m the number one around here, I’m the Hatter. These are my executives who help keep order here at the Beach. Who might you be, pretty?”

“I prefer not to say.”

Someone suddenly yanked her by the hair, jerking her head back. She was looking into another pair of eyes, a very dangerous pair of eyes. If she were to stay here, she would have to take note to avoid this man. The man called Niragi.

“Don’t play games with us, little girl. You won’t come out winning.”

“Now, now,” Hatter said, shooing the man away. “I told you to be gentle. We are a community here at the Beach, building a utopia and working towards a goal together. We won’t want to scare people away. Come on now, pretty, just tell me. We’re not your enemies here.”

“Chuya Kurenai.”

The hatter’s eyes widened. 

“Chuya? As in the Chuya Group? That Chuya? Please tell me you are that Chuya!”

Even in Borderland, the Chuya name prevailed. 

The Chuya’s were one of the bluest and oldest blood in Japan, and they were a household name. While the Chuya Group was known for their real estates, they were involved in almost everything from politics to entertainment. If one were to carry the Chuya name, or marry into the family, they were set for life.

In a place like Borderland, however, what good would her name serve?

She still had to participate in games. Her life was still on the line every time she entered a game. If her visa were to expire, it would not extend just because she was a Chuya. 

“Well Miss Chuya, we welcome you with open arms.” Beckoning one of the others, the Hatter was handed something and he put it on Kurenai’s wrist: a key with the number 70 on it. “Now, let me tell you the rules here at the Beach. We only have three. First of all, since we’re at the Beach, swimwear is required. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Once again, at his signal, the others moved and pulled back the moving wall to reveal another room. It was, however, what was on the wall in that room that interested Kurenai. 

The entire wall was covered in graffiti. Not just any graffiti but the entire deck of playing cards drawn crudely with a few crossed out. 

“This is the answer, Miss Chuya. The one and only method to leave Borderland.”

A smirk crept onto her face. She was right. By her second card, Kurenai guessed that the objective of these games was to collect the cards. Otherwise there was no point in issuing the cards after each game. Still, it was a cruel objective. Did they really expect one person to collect all fifty-two?

“By collecting each and every card, one individual will be chosen to leave Borderland,” Hatter said. 

Her smirk was now replaced with a frown.

Only one individual would leave when all cards were collected? Was that why the Beach was formed? A large group would collect more cards and duplicates could be used for the next person in line.

She looked down at the key on her wrist and scoffed. The number 70 was really mocking her right now. 

“Which brings us to the second rule here at the Beach,” the Hatter smiled, putting his hands on either side of the chair and leaned close to Kurenai. All cards must be handed over. We are a collective after all, any and every card you own will be contributed to the Beach.

“I know it seems unfair that your number is lower and you have to wait around longer before you leave but we can’t help that you’re a new member here. However! Members die every night in games, so naturally you will be promoted. And what if you contribute more cards than a person higher in rank? Or...what if your card is one that we need? Well, my pretty, then you will be promoted to a higher rank. Fair, right?”

“Oh? In that case, you will most definitely promote me,” Kurenai smiled. “Not only will you promote me, you will make me an executive too.”

[opheliasbrokenmind]

strangers with insecurities - mark renton

well first of all i’m suuperrr excited for this bc it’s literally my first completed writing for mark renton and i kinda liked it?? this one is obviously for @rentskenobi since she deserves the best!! i hope you like itt 😌💞

let me know what you think and as always, you can send me any requests for mark renton 

mark looked at his reflection on the mirror and left the apartment, walking to his ‘job’. this estate thing had become something he got used to and well, he was doing good if anyone asked. 

he liked the urgency to persuade people and use words to sell/rent them the house. once he sat up, the phone rang.

‘good morning, how can i help you?’ his voice sounded like a stranger but he knew how to play the nice worker

‘hi, uhm, i’m looking for a flat in london’ the other person spoke calmly and mark thought she was young, unlike his usual clients

‘do you have anything on your mind? a particular street, maybe?’

‘somewhere clean and quiet could be nice, i’m not sure if there’s a place like that in london though’ she joked and mark smiled to himself, little did she know

‘oh i can try that. when are you available? and do you know where’s our office?’

‘i’m free all day if that suits you, too. i don’t know exactly, can we meet somewhere?’ mark noticed she had a remarkable accent but he wasn’t sure where’s she from exactly

‘i can show you some places now, how about we meet around the cafe on brook street, you know there?’

‘yes, i can be there in.. twenty minutes’ after she hung up, mark immediately grabbed some keys from his associates and left the building

once he was there, his eyes searched for her. ‘waiting for someone?’ the sweet voice came behind him and he turned around gladly, observing the owner of it

she was young, like he predicted, probably in her early twenties, dressed casually, looked natural. she didn’t look like the girls he used to hang around, not that he hung around with many

‘how did you know it was me?’ mark asked curiously as she smiled, ‘because you’re the only one who’s wearing a suit? seems like it’s only us here, and the fucking tourists, obviously’

‘you don’t sound like a local as well’ she nodded with his comment, ‘right. i might say i’m here for a little... break. i won’t be here for too long, just a few months’

‘let’s get started, then. first i have this flat at...’ 

after stopping by at three places, he led the way to a calm quarter which wasn’t far from where he lived. ‘this one costs more but you see, it’s wide, the neighbourhood is quiet, i can assure that because i live near and there are nice places around if you want to go out’

she opened the bedroom door, ‘looks fine to me’ she checked the bathroom and went back to the kitchen, ‘would you live here?’

her question caught him off guard, ‘what do you mean?’

‘not as the seller but as a person, do you think this flat is somewhere you can rest and study?’ she asked easily, looking at him with curiosity

‘well, why not i guess, it seems nice. a little bit big for me but you said just for a few months so yeah, i would’

‘okay then, it’s this one’ she paid the rent for a month and they left the flat together, ‘i need to pick my things from the hotel first’ she explained once they were out

‘i think it’s not your first time here, in london’

‘yes, some of my friends live here but they’re all gone, spending the summer in europe or something like that’

‘and you didn’t want to go back home?’

‘that’s for sure. dad’s somewhere in spain and if i go home, it’ll be just me and that crazy woman. i don’t miss ireland at all. looks like you don’t miss scotland, too’

mark found himself smiling, she spoke like she knew him and the thing was, she was right. ‘i fucking hate there, otherwise i wouldn’t be here wondering at these streets, would i?’

she sighed softly, ‘looks like we have something in common, huh?’

‘i bet there are more’

so that’s basically how you met mark renton. it was unexpected, strange, yet comforting. it felt right and real.

seeing him at the cafe was something you were hoping for and when that happened a few days later, you could tell he was glad, too

‘i see you’re exploring’ he said when you approached him and you smiled, ‘you can say that. oh and i still don’t know your name’

‘mark, mark renton’ he said and for a second, you thought his name reminded him of something he didn’t want to remember, or it was just your imagination

‘i’m y/n’ you said simply, sitting in front of him as he gestured you the chair

‘how’s everything going, any problems with the flat?’

‘it’s fine, quiet like you said. and you, any problems?’ you smiled and he shrugged, ‘can’t say there is, just keeping up with the usual shit’

‘i see, you keep impressing your clients with your charm then’ he took a sip from his coffee and smiled, ‘what can i say...’ you laughed and he found himself doing the same, ‘you know, you’re the only one i’m having coffee with’

‘now i’m flattered’ 

then, seeing him at the coffee became something usual. he had a few days off which you started to spend together, drinking coffee. 

‘so you’re in london, all alone?’ you asked one day, hoping it wouldn’t piss him.

‘yes, that’s why i left edinburgh. it keeps me on the line’ you leaned in a bit, watching him smoking a cigarette. ‘and you?’ he asked back, staring at you with those beautiful eyes of him 

‘i wanted to run away. belfast made me feel like i was a prisoner, surrounded with people i couldn’t bear. then i convinced my dad i wanted to study in france’

‘france? sounds like you ran too far’ 

‘thank god i did’

‘and what are you studying?’ mark asked curiously, already have ideas on his mind. ‘what would you say?’

‘literature, maybe?’ you smiled, ‘cinema’ for a moment, it felt like it was just you two in the world, two strangers in london, alone together

your coffee meetings turned into movie ones at the cinema and one day, you invited him to your flat, ‘we can watch a movie or just have a drink and talk, you know’ 

of course, he accepted the offer. ‘it’s warm so you can take off your jacket, if you want’ you said sheepishly, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you noticed he never takes it off

‘yeah, sure’ he said while you went to bring some movies, ‘you choose, i’ve seen most of these’ you suggested and then you were watching a godard movie, sitting on the comfortable couch 

after a while you were sitting closer, arms almost touching and you spotted them, the needle marks

you didn’t know what to do so you just kept staring and when you looked up at him, his eyes were full with fear like he was a boy caught stealing something

‘mark...’ you managed to say, then you realised you didn’t know what to say. you moved and intertwined your fingers, giving him a squeeze to reassure him it was alright, that he didn’t need to be scared 

‘’m sorry’ he whispered, looking away to avoid your gaze. ‘for what?’ you asked, afraid of the answer. ‘for not being the guy you thought i was’

you looked at your hands, his pale fingers were cold and you wanted to tell him how you felt about him. instead of that you let go of his hand, placed your hand on his shoulder and when he turned to you, you leaned in to kiss him

a mix of coffee and cigarettes, just like you imagined, with something fresh. your other hand found the back of his head, touching his hair carefully

even though he was hesitant at first, he kissed you back. he desperately wanted to do that for weeks and now there you were, embracing him passionately when he felt like a failure 

‘it’s not my place to judge you. i like the mark i see, imperfect but we all are. we’re all struggling’

‘i am clean’ he told you, looking deep into your eyes so you’d know he was telling the truth. ‘that’s why i came here, to stay away from heroin. i... want to stay clean’

‘i know you mean it. god, mark..’

‘kiss me again?’ so that’s what you did, gifting soft kisses to each other until the movie ended

for a while, it went on like this. talking, kissing and laughing together, almost every day. he’d come from work, to your flat and you’d cook together, dance to the songs he loved, watch movies and sharing the most private moments as no one listened to you. you were free and you lived without care, as if you were invisible to the real world

but one morning he stood on your doorway, his face paler than usual and you felt it in your bones that something was wrong

‘it’s... begbie. in my fucking flat. jesus! sitting there like he owns the place’ you took a step back, giving him space to come in. ‘can’t he stay somewhere else?’

‘he’s hiding from the police. fuck, i should’ve known’ you frowned with his words, ‘how could you?’ with that mark felt guilty, never telling you about diane because he was still embarrassed

‘i hate it’ he said, more to himself than you. ‘you know you can always stay here, right?’

‘you don’t have to say this’ 

‘no, i don’t. i’m not saying it because i feel sorry for you, mark. i’m saying it because i’d really like it if you were staying with me. don’t you know how i feel?’

‘but you never said it’ he said quietly but you heard him anyway. ‘that i love you? i thought it was obvious...’ his eyes shined with happiness as he walked to you, ‘you mean it?’

‘don’t be silly. of course, i mean it. i love you’

[indigostars]

hello your favorite gremlin is here to bother you >:)))) ahvdjdbejbd kidding ANYWAY K, M, S, and X for the asks perhaps

my beloved!! ur a pain in my ass and i lomv u my gremlin fren <33 thank u for the ask, i got carried away and wrote paragraphs!! (from these asks)

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

ohh this is a good one, because i have had many many angsty ideas. i live love breathe angst. one of the best ideas is when i put on my Murder Boots and had obi-wan kill anakin in an alternate ending of the mustafar battle. i wrote it at 1am and listened to “my tears ricochet” so many times that i still cry when the song comes on because all i can think about is that fic.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

oh do i >:)

i’ve mentioned it before, but i’m currently working on a zygerria au. the first chapter is complete and i still have a long way to go before i publish it. i think it’ll go faster if i can finally come up with a concrete plot — i have a bunch of scenes that i know i want to write but i need, you know, an actual plot to make it work.

i also have yet another multichapter that i’m working on. it’s ahsoka-centric and full of angst (and some humor because i’m not mean, duh). the first chapter is complete. i want to post it so badly but i am trying to be responsible and finish it. luckily it’s only four chapters and since i’m bouncing between scenes, chapters 2, 3, and 4 are all partially written (chapter 2 is actually almost done so. progress!!)

those are the two main ones, though i have some oneshot ideas that are circling in my mind that will likely soon demand attention :))

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

i go absolutely insane whenever i read or write fanfic that has one character being the caretaker and brushing the hair out of another (injured/sick) character’s face. also forehead touches!!!!! forehead KISSES!!!!!!!!

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

all my favorite characters :)) they all tremble when i set my sights on them because they need to be loved and for that to happen they need to get hurt. right now since i’m writing in the star wars fandom, any one of the disaster trio is fair game, although anakin is my main whumpee. he’s such a disaster and it’s so easy to make his already miserable life even more miserable. and when he’s hurt, obi-wan and ahsoka are also going through it so really it’s free real estate >:))