#me to me: no you shouldn't write a part 2 to this drabble where he bathes the reader of all the divine blood

[rush-the-stars]

CIELO GOD GOD GOD GOD

happy new year vic <33333

gender neutral reader x war god morax/zhongli

cw: blood. biting? the reader is a captive of war. um maybe out of character morax....but im picturing him younger in his long life. a lil more hot blooded. you know.

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the sun is a bloody dash in the sky. an open wound from the heavens that turns the world crimson and russet.

it's fitting, for a day like this, with so much fighting, so much bloodshed.

the blood of gods gleams gold. it covers you. you are stained in it and in those last, burning rays of the sun, you shine and shimmer.

some of it is your own. most of it is not.

you sit primly despite it, with your knees tucked beneath you and your back straight. you sit serenely with your head poised in a graceful upward tilt— a refusal to surrender the last thing you have now; your pride. your knowledge.

you know something he doesn’t.

and, at the end, you have the pride and knowledge that you almost bested morax the dragon. morax, the god currently winning the archon war. morax, who has finally captured you.

your hands are bound with stone he'd (painstakingly) created. you feel the heat of their power, humming, burning into your skin. it is an attempt at subduing your own divine abilities.

when he appears before you now, he is dressed in black armor. his hair is bound up in a high ponytail, which reveals the chiseled lines of his face. the dragon scales along his temples gleam like precious stones. dark horns curl atop his head proudly, the dragon of this land, with his eyes like the center of the molten earth.

"tell me where you've hidden it."

his demand is met with silence.

you hold his gaze.

more silence.

it stretches long and thick between you.

you let it grow.

he lets out a heavy sigh eventually. and then he moves closer, only to stand over you.

you fall into his great shadow.

"you've lost. you're lucky i didn't kill you." he says and his voice is surprisingly gentle, low and smoky, a rumbling that settles somewhere deep inside you. "and now you can help me win this war and end it."

you turn your face away from him and he is met with your profile. more silence.

"stubborn little god, aren't you?" he hums and it is just shy of wry.

you tilt your head up, gaze focused away from him still, on the camp ahead. his camp of allied gods and mortals and adepti. you focus on the world beyond, as if you might see the hills of heather further on, or the sea itself.

"you'll save lives if you tell me where it is."

you want to look at him and ask why he thinks you'd help him—why his mortals should mean anything to you? why should you want him to win and end the war? but you force yourself to continue to gaze away, to bite back any words threatening to break free from the cage of your mouth.

and then there is a touch at your jaw, careful, almost delicate, as his fingers curl themselves around your face.

he forces you to look towards him, eye level for a moment with muscled thighs beneath onyx armor. and then he pulls your gaze up to find his own, smoldering gold in the evening sun. like the blood you're covered in. like the blood he has washed from himself.

"since you don't feel like talking, then listen to me well."

his thumb caresses your jaw the way a lover might. a careful pass over your skin.

"we can do this peacefully or with great difficulty. i am prepared to offer you freedom if you agree to join me and help me end this war; which is far kinder than i've been to many other gods that have been in your position now. or i will banish you to the dark sea and find what i need on my own.”

“how magnanimous of you.” you finally sneer.

calmly, he says;

“i thought so, too.”

you lurch forward like you might try to strike him, but the binds around your wrists constrict sharply, burning into your skin.

you cry out.

he steadies you.

“easy,” he murmurs, crouching finally to be on your level, face to face. “it hurts, doesn’t it?”

you feel heat in your face; humiliation or frustration. deep, horrible anger. and pain. searing pain that slips up the sinews of muscle in your arms. it tangles in your shoulders, sends pulses of anguish over your back, all over.

you don’t answer.

“i made them especially for you.” he admits. “i made them months ago—long before i caught you.”

“what makes you think i’d help you?” you bite out.

“your desire to be free?” he asks, “the promise of my protection and aid?”

"i don't need your protection—"

"no?" he asks lightly, "you were bested. you are captured."

you jerk your head away from his touch. his hand falls away and he stands again. he gazes down at you.

you snarl, "you are the only one who has done that. before you, i had not been—"

"then consider it protection from me. if you work with me, i will not harm you."

you inhale sharply. your anger constricts around your rib cage like a massive snake. your body aches with it. how dare he—

you force back another rash attempt at striking him.

instead, you gaze beyond him again, as if you could see the future now alongside those heather hills or swirling sea. you wrestle your anger until it will allow you to speak clearly.

you lift your voice and the breeze carries it, laced with venom;

"when i am archon, you'll beg to serve me loyally.

but i will curse you to live beneath the earth and you'll wander in an endless, dark maze. every time you believe you near what you search for, it will change before your eyes, and again you will wander. you'll search for eternity, never to find it.

once in a millennia, i will visit you, and i'll tell you this maze is your protection from me."

you turn to find his eyes. a fissure of heat—the air is charged and sharp with the tang of divinity. a bristling. you think his eyes darken, pupils narrowing to the slits of a reptile.

when he calls out, voice rising to that of a general, you catch the flash of sharpened teeth, "prepare the prisoner for transportation."

immediately, soldiers surge upon you.

"are we preparing them for the dark sea?" one asks.

morax stares hard at you.

"no," he says and when they pull you to your feet, you think about running. you think about shoving them off of you. you wonder how far you'd get or if stone binds would seize and paralyze you.

you wonder how well he had to know you to create them.

"where to then?" another soldier asks.

"to my quarters at the other camp. i will join you." he says.

momentarily, you are stunned.

"sir, are you sure—"

"make haste." he says simply, and then he steps to you, towers over you, even at your full height while standing now. and when he speaks again, it is softly and could be his own curse to you;

"the god isn't to leave my sights. i'll see to all of their needs from now on."

"i'll make your life hell." you promise.

his smile is almost amused, but his eyes are smoldering embers.

he lifts his hand to brush a stray piece of hair from your face. his voice is even;

"just as you'll be archon?"

this time, when you lash out, you turn and sink your teeth into his hand. you bite to break skin. his blood floods your mouth.

(you have already gotten a taste, now you want it all—)

he wrenches his hand away, examining it, lifting it to his face to gain a closer look. it burns gold with his blood which slides down his wrist, over the slope of his forearm. he flexes his hand, the muscles jumping, strong and proud. your ring of teeth marks is like a halo along the meat of his hand.

"when i make you a muzzle, should i call it protection for me or for you?"

"i hope my bite scars you." you hiss.

he lifts his hand higher to the scarlet sun, bathes it in light. you catch a flash of fang from the corner of his wry smile.

"i hope it does, too."

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Snippet of 5th division Takemichi!

This is just a little drabble, like a snippet on a story that for know I only have notes about but I'll write someday. I just have 2 oneshots and one chapter to finish for starting with the wips that are just pages of notes for now, yuhu!

(promising this to myself)

I read a fic a few months ago with this idea and well, it was hilarious and I started thinking in what type of AU this could work, one trying to also save everyone and go to the plot of the different arcs. Did I say before thatt Tokyo Revengers is my Roman Empire? I wasn't joking. The other wip I have is time-leaper Manila Izana going through tenjiku arc. Fix it fics that, like canon, will be heavy on the angst but with happy ending (yes, me, doing happy endings, I know but did I say it will be heavy on the angst? Because the Izana one... He needs to learn a lot, oopsie)

For understanding the drabble, a few basics:

It's based on an AU where Takemichi jumps to the day when he met Mikey after shaking hands with him in Bonten. And let's pretend our dear Michi actually catched up Sanzu's name and was thinking in something more than Mikey for a second, okay?

Things happened and after saving Draken he asked to be put in the 5th division because reasons (Sanzu, knowing that Mucho is a traitor, knowing that well, he knows a lot about conspiracies that will happen in Toman so maybe this is not such a bad idea even if he's scared of his captain and vice-captain, right?)

A lot of things will happened for get to this point, but after some months of Sanzu knowing about Takemichi being a time-leaper, he finally opens up with the truth about tl0 (yes, he's a little shit and doesn't say anything for months but he has trusting issues, okay? Let him alone xD). Obviously, there will be chapters with Sanzu's POV, for plot reasons (not because I love writting his mental breakdowns, nops).

So... I think that's it. Ah, this conversation is happening in some point of Tenjiku arc, I'm still deciding what to do with this arc, but Takemichi changed enough things. So Mucho goes to Tenjiku alone and now Sanzu is the captain of the 5th division. With Takemichi as a vice-captain, poor crybaby.

Warnings: NONE! I almost don't believe it myself, but this is just comfort. Because it's a small scene that came to my mind and made me smile and I'm having a soft day, so I thought, why not write it?

(he's so pretty and I'm so normal about it, yeps)

At this point, Takemichi already learned a few things about his captain and how to tell the subtle changes on his expressions. He was sure Sanzu hided even more under the mask, but it wasn't that easy to see him without it. So he could see that the other boy was more absent, that his eyes weren't really looking at anything. And Takemichi had a hunch about the reason, he was just trying to find a way to talk about it without getting punch. Or worse, to be honest sometimes he still find the scarred boy a little too unpredictable.

“You know, some days when I wake up, I'm not even sure what time line is it. And I'm always afraid to discover the truth, to discover I fucked up and went back to Manila. Or Bonten.”

Some days, he still feels Mikey's body getting cold on his hands. Or see him getting pale with Emma doing the same. Dead inside in the hospital, the same empty eyes Takemichi saw in that abandoned bowling-alley. But that's an image the other doesn't need, the scarred boy has his own nightmares with Mikey on it. Absolute void in those darks eyes, more than he's able to imagine.

Sanzu gives him a weird look that already feels like a victory, he's looking at him. That's something, right?

“For what you said, I'm sure that Bonten wasn't that bad.” The pinkette snickers. “But, yeah... I get what you mean. It's like anything feels...real.”

The last part is almost like a whisper, like he was afraid of confessing it.

“Exactly.” The blonde smiles brightly, he knows he shouldn't be this easy to read, but he can't really avoid it. “It feels nice to have some one to talk about it that actually understands. With the rest of people that known before, I was always afraid they'll start thinking I was going crazy for saying this type of stuff.”

Aquamarine pair of eyes wide with the last words, like he suddenly understood what his vice-captain was trying to do. What he did, actually.

“I still hate you. Don't start thinking we're friends or some shit like that.”

It sounds almost like a bark, but Takemichi knows better after the last months. So he just laughs, happy with being able to cross another one of his captain walls. He promised to both of them, that he'll save him too.

And he will. Because this time, he'll save everyone. This time, he actually understands what is happening with Mikey.

So he'll save everyones asses, even the ones that don't want to be saved. Specially that ones.

[plethomacademia]

I think you should try my long fic!

I am writing a story that starts from my female Dark Urge first meeting Enver Gortash all the way until she is tadpoled by her sister.

I know seeing it on AO3 is a lot, it's already over 45k words, so here's some entry points I think might interest people!

Do you like first meetings? Do you like when monsters come in unexpected packages? Chapter 2 is for you!

Do you think cult manipulation is interesting? Did you get to that part in Wyrm's Crossing when the narrator told you that your dark urge lead their church in prayer and you wanted to know more? Hello, chapter 3!

Do you like watching people grow closer in drabbles? Do you like watching two high charisma characters bounce off each other? That's chapter 5.

How about first kisses? When a person knows they shouldn't have sex with their rival's chosen but oh it's just one night, it's ok it's part of the mission! Or do you want to see a little temple monster get confused by the idea of gifts? Or did you see Gortash's notes on past assassinations and wonder if he and the Dark Urge ever studied together? Chapter 6 baby.

What if a Dark Urge has talents that are directly opposed to the Slayer Form? How would they feel about it? Chapter 7!

Do you just want to see Gortash get messed with until he shoves the Dark Urge on a desk? Chapter 8, that's the pitch.

What if you're like me and love seeing someone thrown out of their element? How would a creature from the dark handle being in an alliance with two other more experienced tacticians for the first time? Chapter 10.

Chapter 11 is for all you Gortash being a scientist is hot freaks out there, I see you, I am you.

Do you like your Dark Urge a little not quite mortal? What about two people who use the word love in such weird ways in their day to day that the way they talk about an all consuming feeling is to swap the word friend back and forth like a prayer? That's my most recent chapter, Chapter 12.

None of those? No problem! Here's what I have planned for the last few chapters:

Why was the Elder Brain so happy to see the dark urge in the game?

Post-heist scene where the thieves fuck with the jewels in a big fluffy bed but the jewels are a netherstone you're welcome

What it's like to kill someone that your mind can't remember but your heart does?

[starlight-writer]

Okay thanks and sincerely, fuck you (affectionate). I hardly ever get genuinely pained reading something online but congradulations ig. THE ANGST. JUST 🤌🤌🤌

but wait hear me out, what if, ikik crazy, but like it turns out reader was playing the Marc Card™ and "protecting" our beloved' from either the reader themselves, or also maybe more the situation they're in (equivalent to idk, perhaps the extreme and less than uh, pleasant circumstances dear marc, steven and jake have tied to their lives. superhero shit, family trauma, anything) OR they're just as fucked up in the head and emotionally constipated and such, and is under the impression they're, again, saving the guys from "having to deal with" the reader's shit instead of using communication like a sane fucking person in a relationship. But hey, couples goals amarite 🥰

Or both. Both can be good

Happy ending or not (bittersweet too, that counts), I am in no way suggesting this is healthy and reader shouldn't be sorry and recieve forgiveness, or not. especially knowing and reading abt how much it affected the whole system. call this self indulgent af man; and please don't write, respond or keep reading if this makes you uncomfortable in any way

In hindsight, I really should have placed that warning before the ask started truly getting into it. additionally, since I'm especially off with memory today, this is all in reference to your divorce drabble/headcanons btw

Thanks 2(x) for reading this far into my ramblings, and for sharing your bomb ass writing. again, it's hard for me to feel connected with the whole y/n shebang fandoms have going on, and, despite all odds, you pulled it off

Don't know how to end these things so yayy parting thumbs up👍

Divorce Pt. 2

A/n: CRYING, ROLLING ON THE FLOOR, SCREAMING, POUNDING MY FISTS Thank you so much for this!! I am literally so excited about this!! (Also sorry for taking so long to write this, I'm a little behind on requests lol)

((I will make a part three for if reader left to protect themselves from the Moon Knight side of things so this part is if reader left due to person issues so double the content!))

Warnings: yelling, anger, talk of depression, talk of panic attacks, talks of trauma, this ain't gonna be a fun ride

Gn! Reader Masterlist

Steven

Steven is the most calm out of Jake and Marc, but that's more like being the smartest guy on the football team

It's a really low bar to meet

Steven tries to be understanding in every situation he's in, truly

His mindset is 'you never know what someone's going through' and he takes it to heart

But this?

He finds it very hard to be understanding

He doesn't even want you here, but he let you through the front door, so it must mean something right?

After explaining in full enough detail as to why you did what you did, Steven is silent

Eerily silent

It feels like the silence in a horror movie before a monster jumps out

This is the part where I could say 'and one did, Jake starts yelling at you' but that's not what happens

Steven starts yelling at you

He starts yelling at you in a way you've only ever seen Marc or Jake do

And it was never directed at you before

It scares you

Steven is so irate, he doesn't notice you shrinking in on yourself

But if he did, I don't think he'd care

Not anymore

"You led us on, you led me on, for years! You made me think I deserved kindness, happiness, love, just to drop me and make me feel like I was worth nothing! I'm sorry you went through so much and I'm sorry you're still dealing with it, but Gods! That doesn't give you the right to completely toy with us and leave when you feel trapped! You're supposed to talk to us about it! Or at least text me if you didn't want to say anything!"

"We could've worked it out. We could've... We were married. That means you at least cared about us a little, right?"

Steven's anger eventually dies and fades into depression and heartbreak

At this moment he wishes you never showed up, never tried to fix anything

He was content with walking through life, blaming himself and thinking you were an angel that got stuck with an annoying gremlin

Cause how could you do any wrong?

Steven asks you to leave, barely above a whisper

If you don't move, he will

He'll lock himself in his room until you do

You may have thought you were helping, that you were easing his confusion and pain

You were wrong

All you did was set in motion another depressive episode and make Steven feel like the worst husband

He thinks, just for a second, that he must've been so terrible at comforting you and letting you know that he was there for you

And a second is all it takes for Steven to believe it

Marc

He starts laughing

Like, maniacal laughing

"You think you can just walk in here and give me some sorry ass excuse?"

"You married us, knowing you couldn't handle it, you married us! You stood at the alter, said vows you took the time to write, said yes after having the chance of leaving, and waited months after to say you didn't want this anymore?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Unlike Steven, Marc's rage doesn't settle into depression

It sits and festers until the moment you leave

He doesn't turn violent like Jake, but he looks seconds away from destroying the apartment

Even if you manage to explain further through Marc's yelling, it doesn't register that you were in pain or suffering

It doesn't even register that your slinking away in fear at the growing redness of Marc's face

"Why'd you even come here?! To make shit worse?!"

"Of course not! I thought-"

"You've already practically killed Steven! Did you come back to finish us off?"

"No! I was trying to-"

"I can't believe I trusted you! I-"

Marc cuts himself off, digging his palms into his eyes and sniffling

He's crying

Whether in anger, frustration, sadness, or all three, it doesn't matter

He's breaking down right in front of you and you know he must truly be broken to show such vulnerability in front of someone he hates

He yells at you to leave, to leave and never come back

Don't look at him, don't breathe next to him, don't even think about him

And don't ever, ever, try to call Steven

Marc will not hesitate to visit you in his suit

That's a lie, he'd never do that

Even now, after all the pain you caused him, he could never hurt you

Once you finally leave with Marc in tears, he finally falls to the floor and cries

He cries for hours and hours, unable to move or stop

He yells into his hands in agony and frustration

Why did nothing go right for him?

Was he cursed?

Doomed to never have a happy ending?

Your visit didn't help anyone or anything

You should've stayed home

Jake

Absolutely furious

Nothing can calm him down, Steven and Marc have no chance of forcing him into the head space if they tried (though it's not like they want to)

He doesn't let you in, but he walks around the apartment, yelling at you

No, not yelling

Screaming

He can't step back and think about your explanation, what is means and how it ties into your relationship

Lord help his neighbors because he will definitely throw something

Not at you, never at you

He may think he's a monster, willing to cross almost any line to fulfill his mission, but hurting you is one of the few strict lines he will never cross

He will throw things around you, slamming a lamp into the wall, throwing glass onto the floor

And while he is enraged, he's not blind

He sees his effect on you, how scared you look at him

And he thinks 'finally. finally I see how you really feel about me'

Tears remain in his eyes, not willing to fall and give you the satisfaction

He continues yelling and throwing things, hoping to scare you away

And it works

And when he's finally alone, he dissolves into sobs

He doesn't care who might walk past the open door and see him

He just cries and cries

He can't maintain the energy of being mad as much as he wants to

He may be able to do that in front of Steven and Marc, but the second he saw your face

All he wanted to do was bury his face in your neck and hold you

Apologize for his wrong doings and pray you would at least talk to him

But seeing how Steven and Marc dealt with your absence

And seeing how much you managed to wiggle into his heart before destroying it

He couldn't allow his feelings to control his mind

His top priority has always been, and will continue to be Steven and Marc

And he's willing to sacrifice everything to ensure they're safe

They're happy

And you took away their happiness

You will never be allowed in their apartment again, let alone their hearts

Jake will make sure of it

You will regret visiting

One day, everything is going to come full circle

And Jake isn't afraid of the man he might become to get the closure his brothers deserve

(beta reader note : ouchie two electric boogaloo.)

[padfootastic]

once again i have basket of compliments that you will listen to without feeling overwhelmed or under selling yourself

idk why i have this hunch that while you're normally a confident bean but whenever someone compliments you you're just like pen.exe has stopped working i need a table to hide under

1) sausaude (also the spellings of these are definitely gonna be wrong) -

the entirety of it just i was screaming on the inside. it's SO GOOD.

IT'S SO GOOD THAT I WANT TO DO A DANDWAT PRANAM FOR IT, don't worry I'm not gonna do it

also if you're worried that the break you took made your writing weak or something. don't. that was a masterpiece you wrote.

but esp the end parts like when sirius finally spoke. and just i for .2 seconds wanted them to reconcile cause they have such a history among them and they're the last ones standing BUT then i remembered it's because of that fucking history they can't cause Remus knew padfoot. knew James. knew their bond. and then this happened so no remus will never get padfoot again and they will live on like shattered glass with a piece missing (James) so they can never fix it. they burned too bright and their sun was taken away and now they're just planets with no sun left to orbit

2) notes app drabbles, the entire series like i just— can't tell you how many times i randomly go back to it to read it in middle of night, whenever i want the oomf and saltiness and it's to a point that i now have lines memorised. and boy didn't that hurt? shouldn't he be used to betrayal from that corner in room hits like a gold mine at 3am idk what to say and also the one where harry says (politely) stfu mrs Weasley.

3) shovel talk!!!! i love it so so so much cause it's the quiet arrogance that does it for me. I'm such a sucker for that. and lily going from confidence to pro max to oh I'm talking sirius back and actually feeling that talk which si retroactively hilarious.

4) I FALL TO PIECES WHEN I'M WITH YOU

so we all are all fucking emotional whores here and definitely not prudes so you know that i have definitely read some serious explicit shit with the straightest face ever.

idk what it is about that fic BUT ISTG I BLUSH LIKE A TEENAGE GIRL WHENEVER I'M READING IT AND YOU SAID IT WAS YOUR FIRST TIME WRITING MATURE/EXPLICIT

bhai i really really could not tell that not kidding comes in top 5 best explicit work I've ever read . it's that good for me.

5 ) i can't just lost all of them na, but it's true like i love little tiny things in all of them that i try to type we'll be here for 375849 hours—the descriptions of tattoos/ sirius's lip ring (which knowing about yours is ehfjfjfjn)/ harry liking smell of cigarette/ RANI/ labor of love and that vivid scene of just a kid on counter mashing potatoes while you add masalas.

you invoke imagination like no other.

FOUNDATIONS OF DEACAY I'm so so looking forward to that cause it's intresting so see what harry will do next

ash you— i— i’m so??? incoherent!??

(stop it stop calling me out, i’ve had people physically restrain me while giving me a compliment because i break out in literal hives and even reading this kept making me hide behind my hands and curl my toes because!!!!)

also!!!! the fact that ur fav fics (saudade, shovel talk, fall to pieces) r literally the ones closest to my heart is so—we’re on the same wavelength fr.

ur way too sweet to be real, ash. i don’t even know what to do w myself rn. pen.exe really has stopped working. needs a reboot.

Tell me what you love about my writing

[fighterkimburgess]

I wish you would write a fic (this is a part 2 to one of the 500 follower drabble) where Matt gets the reader a chance to take the ambulance commander exam again and goes to her place to tell her and hope they can be friends again

Oooooooh I like this! For those who haven't read it, here's the first part of this

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When the knock on your door came, you nearly didn't open it. You were staring at your work email, trying to decide if you were going to send the email to take your name off the ambulance commander exam list. How could you be expected to be one, when your own firehouse Captain didn't trust your judgment? And then says he loves you? Your head was all over the place.

But you stood and opened it, wrapping your hoodie around you. And the very Captain who had you so unsure of yourself was standing there.

"Casey, please leave. I can't deal with you right now, ok?" You went to shut the door, but he held it open.

"I know I screwed up. I know I should have left you. And I shouldn't have blurted that out in my quarters." You laughed.

"You undermined me in front of everyone. You know Boden asked me if I wanted to lodge a complaint about your behaviour on that scene? That he didn't know why you did it? And then you tell me it's because you love me? If you really did, you'd have known that you needed to let me do my job."

Because you'd had feelings for Matt for almost a year. Your heart lept into your chest every time you watched him go into a fire. But you would never have stopped him from doing his job, what he's good at, what he loves.

"I'm sorry. I talked to Hatcher, I've taken full responsibility for it. It won't impact you taking the AC exam. I got scared and I screwed up, and I'm sorry. I need to make things right between us." He shifted his weight, and you looked at him.

"Not right now, and not today. I'm still too angry to even look at you. Lunch tomorrow, there's a deli nearby I like, I'll text you the address. We can talk and hash things out. And then we can talk about whatever our friendship is turning into." He smiled at your words, and your heart skipped a beat. He looked ten years younger, the strain leaving his face.

"Sounds like a plan."

[hobidreams]

(long ass ask ahead!! sorry lol)

OOP HI!! ik this took a hot second (i took summer classes to lessen my load next sem and uh,,, i lowkey regret it lmao) but oh my god. when i tell you that i was grinning like an idiot the entire time i was reading the mlt update😭😭 it was so beautiful and sweet and wholesome??

ok breaking this down into sections bc i am a Mess lol:

1. joon n chun-ja are so cute!! and that bit where han-jae runs up to joon??? consider me dead. eviscerated. fucken stabbed. n the way that mc is so happy for them but at the same time lowkey jealous bc god damn it, she wants that with yoongi too😭(pls let my girl be happy ong im going to sob)

2. FINALLY OH MY GOD,,,, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP!!! no but i mean it, my soul is soothed knowing that they've finally talked about it😭😭 and the way yoongi says, "She shouldn't have made you bear such a burden" ??? yeah im gonna sob😭😭 bc some part of oc must have felt a bit... bitter? that she had to carry that burden :<< like yeah, the fact that the queen trusted her with that information must have been flattering (idk if thats the right word to use lol but u know what i mean), but she was so young😭 to hear yoongi say that must have been so... liberating, in a sense? idk i love her huhuhu

3. yoongi's been skipping breakfast to see the mc??? he rlly said loml first, sustenance later🤪 no but this scene was just so soft and sweet?? and when he says that he's gonna turn down another marriage candidate as swiftly as he did last time, girl i'll have you know that i CHOKED😭😭the casual banter between them?? the way he holds her hand???? ma'am i can't😭 i can't do this oh my god even now while i'm rereading it as i write this comment, i am FLUSTERED (also when my friend read this part, she rlly stopped reading for a sec to send me a screenshot of this part so she could yell at me😭😭)

4. i won't lie i did not expect to see some jikook action in this drabble😭(i'm def not complaining tho lol) the way jimin bought all of the jeon??? i'm laughing okay😭 that was so cute n wholesome n the way mc said that she was gonna go help out jungkook's family out😭 (are jin, jk, n the mc friends now?) also i'll have you know that after reading this part i got so curious abt what jeon tasted like😭 i'll have to try some when i get the chance lol

5. HOBI!!! HOBI!!!!!! HOBI!!!!!!!!!! I WAS SO SURPRISED TO SEE THAT HE MADE AN APPEARANCE HERE OH MY GOD!!! pls the way he's so soft for his baby :<< n he's gonna drop by w aera to see the mc?? pls i wANNA HANG OUT W THEM TOO😭😭 (also miss rain, if this part is what i think it is... i see u👀 jk im probably reading into it too much🤣 the lessons in my creative writing class has been ingrained to my soul at this point lmao)

6. i see yoongi's been spoiling our mc!! as he should😌 ok but fr, this last scene made my heart so full with joy :<< the mc misses her mom so much huhu also yoongi just being so... attentive with her? the way he's immediately like, what do you need?? i'll get it for you!!! sugar daddy yoongi come thru!!! nah im kidding but pls, the way he says "show me which one later and you shall have it" like bestie?? THATS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THAT ATTRACTIVE BUT WHEW. I HAD MY HAND ON MY CHEST!!! n the way he tries to be all sweet and cuddly by pulling her close, only for it to backfire on him?? PLS THATS THE CUTEST THING😭😭 THE WAY HE FELL ON HIS ASS N MC LAUGHING AT HIM PLS THEY'RE SO CUTE😭😭😭 they're so comfortable with each other now and every interaction they have is just filled with so much love and affection it makes my heart hurt😭😭

speaking of hurt...

RAIN THAT LAST LINE???? N UR A/N?????? IT'S SO OMINOUS I CAN'T W U😭😭 ONE OF MY FRIENDS WOULD LIKE TO SAY (respectfully) WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT😭😭😭😭 WHEW BESTIE I AM... WHEW. NO WORDS. IM GONNA SCREAM,,,

ok whew it's nice to get that out of my system lol i can't wait for the upcoming chapters miss rain!! i already know it's going to rip my heart out, but to that i say DO IT BITCH!! DESTROY US ALL WHEW

(also i'm rlly sorry to hear abt the results of the poetry contest :<< the judges rlly missed out on having you, the coolest sweetest person ever, as the winner of the contest!! although ur in the longlist!!! i... am not sure what that is exactly but ahhh im so proud of you!!!)

(ok this is the last one i swear, but i was gonna recommend a song but u... i think i'll hold on to it for a little longer lol bc i swear... if the song comes true for the mlt couple im gonna cry bc that song is so heartbreaking😭😭 maybe i'll send it to you when the series ends lol) - 🌿

ok first of all -- dw you won't regret that decision once the fall comes LOL i took summer classes for most of my summers and it was the only reason i could have a bit of a break in the fall ooooof.

GAHHH please you are too kind to me ??? thank you so much for taking the time to write this ?? the way my heart beat while i was reading it!! it's truly so so special to be able to make such a connection with a reader as lovely as you. you picked up on all the beats that i really wanted to push, esp at the intimacy that's between our couple 😭😭 hahahah im so sorry to hurt you with the last line but IT HAD TO BE DONE SORRRRY. history is,, not kind (as you say in your other ask which i wont answer bc spoilers heh but ur right). how will our babies get thru it? tune in on sunday hehehe

(also no worries at all omg!! it's an honour to be longlisted, which means that i was basically one of the finalists or at least in the top x% of submitters, which is a big fuckin deal bc a lot of established/professional writers submitted to the contest too!)

[cammi-writes]

Imagine being a mother-figure for Jack

Fandom: Supernatural

Parts: part 1 |

Pairings: Jack Kline x MotherFigure!Reader, Implied Gabriel x Reader

A/n: This wasn't requested but I love this idea (it sort of stemmed from an Gabriel x Reader imagine I'm writing.) I don't think this will have any storyline. Just drabbles of the reader doing motherly things for Jack.

Tags: @eggo-child

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"Ouch!" Jack hissed and pulled away from Dean.

"Come on, kid. Stay still" Dean complained, annoyed at the fact that this is the fourth time Jack has messed up his stitches.

"Jack, you need to let Dean stitch you up. Cas isn't going to home anytime soon to heal you" Sam explained.

"Why can't I just use my powers?" Jack frowned.

"You know ever since you got back from the other universe your powers have been acting up-"

"We don't want you blowing yourself up" Dean cut Sam off. "Drink this. It should dull the pain"

Jack was about to take a sip of Dean's whiskey when you walked through the doors into the library.

"What the hell are you drinking? Put that down" You scolded and Jack quickly put the glass down.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. Dean said it would make the pain stop so he could give me stitches" Jack apologized and you frowned.

"It's not your fault, sweetheart. What the hell were you 2 thinking? He's barely a year old! He shouldn't be putting that stuff in his body! How did he even get that cut on his face? Did you take him on a hunt? You know that he's not-"

"Y/n. Calm down. He just fell and hit his face on a doorknob" Sam laughed quietly.

"Shut up. You two, go get something for dinner. I'll fix the kid up" You pushed the brothers out of the library and made your way in front of Jack.

"Let me see" You inspected the cut on Jack's forehead.

You cleaned the excess blood off with an alcohol pad and heard Jack suck in a deep breath.

"What's your favorite candy?" You smiled at him.

"Nougat. I tried some the day I was born" Jack grinned.

"I usually don't like using my powers for frivolous things but..."

You snapped your fingers and a nougat bar appeared in your hands.

"Should I not use my powers for frivolous things?" Jack asked as he opened the candy.

"You can use your power for anything you want, Jack. Preferably you should use them for good, but it's still your choice. I was taught that my powers were only to be used for professional reasons. Work, Travel, War... The archangels or more specifically Gabriel and Lucifer exposed me to the use of powers for anything" You explained. "I spent a period of my life using my powers for anything I wanted but... I didn't want to end up like Gabriel or Lucifer"

"Lucifer turned evil" Jack furrowed his eyebrows. "But what happened to Gabriel?"

"I'm going to start stitching you up now Jack. Just eat the candy and focus on the flavors instead of the pain" You smiled.

"Okay" Jack started eating the candy.

"Gabriel ran away... from god, from heaven, from me... Nobody knew where he was but I felt his presence. Sam and Dean ran into him a few years back. He was disguised as a trickster. Tricking people to teach them a lesson" You laughed as you stitched. "A chaotic good. That sounds like him... Dean said that Lucifer killed him... stabbed him with his own angel blade. But... I don't know"

"You think he's alive?" Jack asked.

"I don't know. It might just be me being in denial. But I think I feel his presence. It's different though. It feels too... out there. Before, it felt like he was hidden. Now, it feels like it's right in front of me. Like he's trying to be seen" You frowned. "But he wouldn't do that. If he was alive... he wouldn't want me to find him. He would stay hidden..."

"You loved him" Jack said as you started to put the medical supplies away.

"Not by choice" You laughed. "It was just what fate had decided. He knew how to deny fate..."

You placed a band-aid over the stitched up cut on Jack's face and smiled.

"All done"

Jack stood up and hugged you. "Thank you, Y/n."

"You're welcome, Jack" You laughed and hugged him back.

He pulled back and stared at you.

"Staring isn't polite, Jack" You smiled.

"I... I just like to think that if my mom didn't die... that she would be like you" He smiled.

"Oh... You don't know how much that means to me, Jack"

[divinitysheart]

random hc q's: #3 & #5 (namine) / #12 (rex)

~ Namine ~

3. how skilled is your muse at communication? 

Now this answer can vary, but most of the time? Namine isn't the best verbal communicator, and this is because she struggles to find the correct words to perfectly explain how she feels a lot.

But there are times when Namine is pretty good at communicating with people, and most of these times are when she's feeling overwhelmed by all her emotions, this is because it’s the only time she doesn’t worry about phrasing because she just wants to get it off her chest in hopes of making herself feel less overwhelmed by emotions.

5. are there any fears your muse still holds from childhood? 

Namine wouldn't typically refer to Castle Oblivion as her childhood, nor would she refer to the memories that she has of Kairi's childhood ( that she learned about during CoM while altering Sora’s memories ) as her own. She doesn't really feel as if she had much of a childhood, for she never had the chance to truly be a child with how much responsibility she had pushed onto her from the get-go. 

But since Castle Oblivion is closest thing I think I can call a childhood in this case, I think there is at least one fear Namine holds from then.

And it’d probably complete isolation with no clear way to get out. The mere idea of that alone is something that makes her severely uncomfortable and anxious, but if she were to be completely isolated with no apparent means of escape? She would panic and get very upset to the point it would probably bring tears to her eyes. For it feels all too reminiscent of Castle Oblivion, the place where she was isolated from the world and people ( even though the organization was there), and no given way to escape.

~ Rex ~

You literally made me do a double take with this one because I was literally writing up a drabble about one of Rex's parental figures FGJFG

12. what is a lesson your muse’s parent(s)/guardian taught them that they still hold onto?

There are like 2 separate parental figures that Rex has had at this point, so there are quite a few lessons he learned from them! But I'm gonna list one main lesson he's learned from them.

For Corinne, she's taught him that even if someone is treating him poorly that he shouldn't take it laying down no matter who they are. She might have raised this boy to be kind, but she also raised him to stand up for himself and what he believes in. This effectively is something that is shown through his journey and fighting for what he believes in! >:3c

As for Vandham, he taught Rex how to fight more efficiently and about the state of the world of Alrest itself. For while Rex was somewhat aware of it, he wasn't as aware as Vandham was. And while it's not a leson, the words Rex holds onto from Vandham is

" Remember to fight your own war! "

And it's for a more than one reason as well why those words stick in his mind. I'll explain more on that part more when I have the chance to dfdfkdf