#now i want to write some fic in character voice just as an exercise

[lovedivers]

Charming Demon Belle!

—> he expresses interest in you.

⤻ reader is female, reader's race/animal theme is not specified, reader is a bit insecure, alastor is a semi-sweetheart in this one, fluff, no canon-typical violence, dancing but it's not jazz *gasp*

notes: this fic was honestly a bit rushed, but i do really love alastor as a character and really wanted to write a fic for him but i currently do not have the time to invest in one idea i have for a longform fic so here's something small. feel free to post asks for alastor, or any other hazbin character, i would love to write your ideas!

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You had been at the Hotel for a few months now, working on those trust exercises that Charlie persuaded — forced — you to join in. You loved the girl, but you found her methods to be a bit too idealistic at times. Especially since during your time as a human, you saw just how cruel life could actually be.

Still, you joined in because you came to love the girl. You came to love the rest of the staff and visitors too.

Whenever you came back to the Hotel after a long day of doing whatever, there Husker was with your favourite cocktail or Angel would be there to crack his stupid jokes and innuendos that would always make you huff out a laugh no matter how tired you were. Vaggie was a fun person to be around. There was quite a bit of anger in her, but you couldn't help but like how assertive she could be. You honestly admired her for being such a strong woman, something you thought you could never be. Charlie was just a ray of sunshine and though Nifty was weird, you found her almost endearing, just like Sir Pentious and his nerdy displays.

There was one person you could never calm yourself around though and it was the host of the Hotel.

Alastor, the Radio Demon.

Perhaps it was his reputation that made you feel so uncomfortable around him, but you refrained from speaking to him as much as you could. Those eyes and that never-ending smile seemed to follow you wherever you went, though, and you found that wherever you went, he was there just waiting.

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The Hotel was practically empty by the time afternoon hit. Husk was out getting more things for the bar alongside Nifty, who needed to buy more materials for cleaning. Angel Dust was at work. Charlie and Vaggie seemed to be on a date, of some sorts, encouraged by you as they seemed to be rather stressed these few days because of the upcoming Extermination.

As for Alastor... probably up in his radio tower.

And for you? You were lounging on the couch in the lobby of the hotel, scrolling through various television channels and hoping to find one that would entertain you for long enough.

"Hello, my dear!" The static-filled voice almost made you fall off the couch as you looked up to see the Radio Demon standing over you. "What are you doing?" Alastor inquired, looking at you before his gaze shifted to the TV in front of you, his eyes narrowing in what appeared to be annoyance. "Oh, you're watching a picture box, how quaint." He attempted to remain cordial in his speech, but it was clear he wanted to wreck that television.

He reached for the remote and pressed a few buttons. "What are you doing?" This time, it was your turn to question him.

"Turning off this pesky little thing, dear! You know, too much of this," he pointed his cane at the TV, "rots your brain!" He chuckled as he finally pressed the correct button to turn it off.

"You should get off the couch and get some exercise. Today is far too nice of a day to be wasted on such idle activities." He grinned wider as he his clawed hands grabbed yours and dragged you up.

"H-hey!" You yelled, shocked by the sudden touch. Despite the fact Alastor hated someone invading his personal space, he seemed to love to invade others.

"I know you don't like to exercise, so I have come up with a rather fun activity for us to partake in." Your eyes widened at his words. What in Hell's name did he mean by that? You had seen what Alastor viewed as 'fun' and you were now worried. He snapped his fingers as he dragged you to the middle of the lobby, a radio materialising on the bar desk as it began to loudly play some jazz music. "Some dancing ought to do the trick." He smiled.

"Um, Alastor." You peeped, "I'm glad you want to do an... activity with me. But I don't know how to dance. Let alone dance for some jazz music." You grinned awkwardly up at him as he looked down at you and tutted his lips.

"Ah, no worries." He grinned as he snapped his fingers again, causing the music on the radio to shift from jazz to classical. "We can start slow, of course. I could never force a lady to do something she didn't like." Well, that was ironic, considering what he was doing now.

"Hold on." He grinned as he grabbed your waist, using his other hand to guide yours to his shoulders. Without being able to respond, he dragged you across the floor.

"One, and a two. One and a two." He demonstrated how his feet moved about the floor, forcing you to follow against his steps as he swirled you about the hall. "See, you're already getting a hang of it." You couldn't help but smile at his words.

"Heh, yeah I guess I am." You grew more relaxed as you looked up at Alastor and his toothy grin and ash face.

He grinned wider. "I'm so glad that you are starting to feel comfortable around me, my darling." He expressed as he spun you around. "I was simply so hurt when I saw you interacting with the others but not me." He pulled you closer to his chest, "Might I ask why?" Alastor asked, the static filter on his voice disappearing slightly to reveal his human voice.

"I guess we just have personality clashes?" You tried to lie, not wanting to admit that you were intimidated and scared witless thanks to this demon, especially with the way he stalked you in the shadows at times.

"Haha!" He laughed comically. "My, what an intriguing assumption, my dear Belle!" He exclaimed as he spun you around and dipped you down. "I think we have more in common than you think."

"Like what?" You gasped out as he held you down, your hair brushing against the floor as you gazed up at him.

"Well, we're both sinners."

You deadpanned at his explanation. "That's it?"

"Well, there's certainly more, but why not leave it up for us to discover?" He suggested with a grin before pulling you up, slamming your face into his chest. Alastor gripped your chin in his sharp hands, his smile growing more sinister.

"I would certainly love to know more about you." His smile grew brighter, his eyes glimmering with a hint of intrigue and desire.

Shit, somehow that was the only thought running through your mind.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

stevepop roadtrip fic concept

(Ok so honestly this is the start of an original story w/ my ocs that I wrote months ago as a character writing exercise, hence why it’s in first person. But it fit Steve and Soda so well that I’m tempted to rewrite it with them lol) (more thoughts underneath the excerpt)

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  “What the hell are you doing?” Steve hissed, throwing his window open.

  “Hey Stevie-boy,” I said. Normally he’d be happy to see me. But then, normally I wasn’t throwing rocks at his window, and normally he was wearing clothes, and normally the sun was out…so I understood his irritation.

  “Steve,” he corrected, glaring at me. “You ain’t cute enough right now for that.”

  I ignored him and tossed another rock. It bounced off his bare stomach, and he doubled over in shock.

  “Goddammit, Soda!” he snapped. I winced. I hadn’t meant to hit him.

  “Sorry!” 

  He rolled his eyes, picking up the rock and tossing it back at me. “Whatever, man- what the hell do you want?”

  I took a breath to steady myself. How was I supposed to explain this one… 

  “Well…I’m goin’ on a bit of a road trip…” I started.

  “Okay?” he said impatiently.

  “Right now. Like we leave right now.”

  “We?!”

  I cringed and looked down at the grass beneath me. “Er…yeah, if you come…”

  Steve raised his eyebrows so that they were almost hidden by his un-greased hair. “Woah woah- slow it down Sodapop- what?!”

  I swallowed, and finally met his eyes, deciding to just tear off the band-aid. “We’re lookin’ for Sandy Sparks.”

  Steve blinked, face going through a million emotions a minute. Finally he settled on a stony mask of neutrality. 

  “I’ll pack my bag.” he said, in a soft bitter voice he only used when we talked about Sandy.  -

So uh yeah, there it is. On paper, the plot of the fic would be Soda, Steve, and maybe Evie depending on how we feel about that going on a drive to Florida to check in on Sandy- Soda says it’s because he just wants to make sure she’s doing alright, but really it’s because he craves some sort of closure.

But the real plot would be less about that and more about Soda having a genuinely good time on the road, and realizing he’s in love with Steve and maybe Evie.

Idk it needs a more solid outline but yk lemme know what y’all think! (Should it be stevepop or steviepop? Anything you’d wanna read? Etc…)

No promises that I’ll write this, but I might, so definitely give me your thoughts!

[arvandus]

AN: Here is my contribution for @ficsforgaza's kinktober! They gave me a Pathetic Man™️ (/affectionate) and I said "say no more." I really enjoyed writing this and it was a good exercise in keeping myself from making it too long. I hope whoever submitted this request enjoys this fic, and thank you so much for your support!

The Suffocation of Fear

Characters: Atsuya Kusakabe x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; GN!Reader (i.e., no gender-specific descriptions of body anatomy; no described hair type, style, or length; reader wears neutral clothing, etc.); CHOKING; handjob (reader receiving); dry humping; my usual hurt-comfort thrown in for some ✨seasoning✨.

Blue.

Silky blue with a slight sheen.

A nice color, he’d thought when he’d bought it years ago.

But now as Atsuya stares at it, all he can see is its plainness.

A boring, average tie for a boring, average man.

But it doesn’t look boring on you.  No, on you, it looks different, feels different.  It fills his vision, swinging gently from a neck that isn’t his and yet belongs to him nonetheless.

His mouth is on you, hot and wet against the curve of your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.  Your body surrounds him, your thighs straddling his lap, your arms around his neck.  Your shirt is already gone, making the blue of the tie contrast against the sweaty sheen of your skin.

“What’s it like?” you ask.

Your sudden question disrupts him, yanking him from the haze of pleasure you’ve wrapped him in. He pulls back to look at you. Your eyes are on the cut on his brow.

“What’s what like?” he asks, his voice raspy with exhaustion and hunger.

You avert your eyes to look out the window into the night.  “Out there. Where the curses are.”

He looks out the window with you, his hands on your hips.

It’s a long moment of silence before he finally speaks.

“It’s terrifying.  They’re grotesque, and violent, and come from the worst parts of us.”

Your eyes stare at his wound again, and your fingers brush around it gently, careful not to touch it directly.  “I can’t imagine...”

Atsuya’s gaze focuses somewhere below your eyes.  “Why would you want to?”

You hesitate, your hand retreating.  “Because it’s you.”

More silence, before you finally speak again.  “Tell me... please? Tell me what it’s like.”

“The fear? Or the curses?”

“Either.”

Atsuya’s silent for a long moment, his eyes once again on his tie around your neck. Its loose, and he grabs the ends of it gently.

“It feels like...” he starts, but falters.  He watches the way your breath hitches slightly and licks his lips.

“It’s like a dark presence that you can’t see,” he continues, “no matter how many times you look over your shoulder.”

His hand begins to tighten the tie, closing the gap between the knot and your tender throat where your pulse flutters.

“It feels like suffocation,” he mutters.

He tightens the noose until it’s snug, then he tightens it just a little more.  You swallow, and he watches how the fabric digs into your skin before relaxing.

Atsuya looks up at you, catches the look in your half-lidded eyes. It’s a mixture of many things – love, pity, fear, lust.  You’re so human. So very, very human.  It’s both refreshing and painful.

Your hands are resting on his forearms, soft palms against taught, muscular skin.

Atsuya stares at you as he tightens the tie even tighter, just the slightest bit.

“It wraps around you like an invisible hand, and every inch of you is screaming to run, run, run....”

Your breaths are heavier now, your chest swelling with each inhale.  Atsuya pauses, relishing the sight. He grips your hip and forces you to rock against him, the heat of your sex burning through his slacks. Your eyes close and your lips part with a whimper.

“But you can’t run,” he continues, “because people are depending on you. Helpless people that need protecting, comrades that need assisting.”

His are eyes locked on the tie wrapped tight around his fist, linking him to you.

“So you stay, and that only makes it worse.  Because all you’re thinking is I don’t want to die.”

Your eyes gaze down at him, a mixture of adoration and pity, and it threatens to unravel him.  He breaks his gaze and tightens the tie further.  Now the silken fabric is digging into your skin, your breaths shallow.

“It’s like being adrift at sea and you’re trying not to drown. Because as soon as you give into it, it’ll drag you under.”

Your grip on his arms is still firm.  He tightens the tie further, grinds you down onto his aching cock harder. Your grip finally loosens, your hands falling limp at your sides.

“It hurts, that kinda fear. It makes your heart pound and your head throb until you’re so lightheaded that you think you’ll faint.”

Atsuya braves a glance and likes what he sees.  That pity is gone now, your eyes glazed over in hazy pleasure, riding the cusp of consciousness in a blissful daze.  He likes you like this... pliant, subdued, too wrapped up in yourself to notice him.  His grip on the tie tightens, his knuckles white as his other hand digs into your hip.  Your body is moving of its own volition, your rhythm needy as tears sting the corners of your blank gaze. You’re close.

Atsuya releases your hip and slides his hand into your pants.  He strokes you, pets you, savors your heat. Your eyes widen, your cresting arousal forcing you into the present, back towards reality. His touch is relentless, pushing you over the edge until you’re soaking his fingers, his hand, making a mess of yourself within your pants.  His fingers expertly loosen the tie around your neck, finally granting you oxygen.  The rich vibrancy of your face returns, floods back into your cheeks, your eyes.  Gasp after deep gasp follows, your throat sucking in precious air.  He smiles.

“But then you win,” he continues, his voice deepened by lust.  “The fear vanishes, and you can breathe again. It’s a high unlike anything else.”

You’re still half here, your mind caught between the aftershocks of pleasure and blood rush.  The color has returned to your face, and yet your eyes are still somewhat cloudy, your lips gently parted.  He pulls you in by the now-loosened tie around your neck, the imprint of it still etched into your skin, and kisses you, his tongue taking over your mouth.  It takes a moment for you to return it, your lips and tongue fumbling before you remember how.  When your lips part, his thumb strokes your cheek, tracing the wet paths of your tears.

“Then you go out and do it again,” he says. “And again. Because it’s your job.”

Your comedown is slow, inebriated, your body laced with shivers. You lay against him, putting your head to his shoulder as you wait for the room to stop spinning.  His arms wrap around you gently, his fingers delicately tracing the shape of your spine. A content sigh passes your parted lips.

His voice is softer now, carried just above a whisper.  “That’s what it’s like. And I’ll be doing it until the day I die or until I know you’ll always be safe, whichever comes first.”

[gyusimp]

°• 🍡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 🍡 •° [Dom Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem reader]

Ok, I know this post is a bit different so let me explain. I have a friend who's sickly in love with Mitsuri, so she literally paid me to write a fic for her hahaha. I had never written femxfem before, doing this took me out of my comfort zone and even helped me unblock myself! It was a new experience and at the same time fun, I was satisfied with the result so I wanted to post it here in case anyone is interested lmao otherwise just ignore it. I'll post it on AO3 later too.

°•Read Part 02 here!

🍡WARNINGS: NSFW | Fem character x fem reader | Smut | Modern AU | Both of them are adults | Minors DON'T interact.

You were outside her door, in the hallway of her apartment after ringing the bell. Mitsuri would not take long to leave and so it was. After about 10 seconds she appeared on the other side of the door with a big smile on her face as she invited you in.

You had a math test in 1 week at university, you weren't exactly good at math so your friend immediately offered to give you some lessons, practice some topics and help you pass the test with the highest possible score.

"Welcome back, y/n-chan!" She greeted you, excited.

You took off your shoes and left them at the entrance and then headed to Mitsuri's room, the sound of your bare feet and hers walking on the floor accompanied their voices down the hall until she entered her room. The study desk was clean and tidy ready to work so you put your small backpack on the floor next to the bed and sat on one of the chairs that Mitsuri had brought.

"Thank you so much Mitsuri, you have no idea how much this will help me, you are amazing." You thanked her, for the thousandth time since she offered you her help.

"It's nothing y/n-chan! Anything for my friend" she said with flushed cheeks, moving one of her hands while holding her face embarrassedly with the other. "How about we start now?" One took a seat next to the other, you took out some graph paper, your pencil case and your math book. You told Mitsuri what you had to study and which ones were difficult for you, she was not only very good at math but she was also very sweet and patient with you so that gave you enough confidence to ask all the questions you wanted.

She was as sweet as a kindergarten teacher, she even congratulated you when the answer in the exercises you did was correct. It had already been 1 hour and a half since the study session began so the best thing was a short break to clear your mind and prevent you from falling asleep.

"You're doing great! How about a 20 minute break?"

"Cool, I didn't want to fall asleep." You joked, laughing with Mitsuri.

"I'll go get a glass of water, do you want water too?" She asked.

"OK thanks."

Mitsuri stood up and stretched raising her arms, you looked for no reason in her direction without thinking and watched just as she adjusted her skirt after standing up making your chest jump. Mitsuri always wore tight or short clothes, and this skirt was very short so you could see the beginning of her butt as she started to walk towards the door. When she left the room you tried to erase that image from your head and think about something else, maybe read your notes again and thus distract yourself quickly but all that came to mind was the scene when she opened the door of her apartment and the first thing you saw after her face was her tight bust under the little t-shirt she was wearing and that prominent v-neckline showing a big part of the beginning of her boobs. Was it starting to get hot? You decided to take off the cardigan you were wearing and freshen up, luckily you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired girl entered the room with 2 glasses of water in her hands, the water was so cold that small drops slipped down the glass.

"Thanks girl, this was what I needed." You said, hoping that drinking something cool would stop your pulse racing.

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About 25 minutes of class passed after having had that little break time, you were starting to get bored and despite putting all your effort into paying attention you couldn't solve this exercise. The problems were the most difficult and Mitsuri noticed your frustrated expression trying to solve it.

"Do you have any question?" She asked attentively.

"I can't understand this part, do the exponents have to be multiplied here too? Agh! I feel so stupid..."

"You're not stupid y/n-chan! You've already managed to solve other exercises, you're very smart!"

You looked at the clock on the screen of your cell phone, there was still time to complete the agreed 2 hours of study so you sighed tired when you thought about it.

"So far you've done really well, so I think we can take another break." Mitsuri said, trying to cheer you up.

"Ok, I hope that helps." You got up from the chair and stretched again as did Mitsuri. She got up from the chair and walked to her bed to get on and crawl on the mattress towards the pillows, you looked behind you and realized two things that made you feel too nervous again. She sat cross-legged but her skirt was very short so inevitably you could see her panties and because of the position of her legs you could have seen more but you decided to place your eyes elsewhere.

"Even I feel a bit tired" Mitsuri said.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who's been burning out her one neuron." You teased, both of you laughing in unison.

"I mean, I've never spent so much time sitting in those chairs, I usually use my bed as a study area so now my back is tingling haha."

"Me too!" You said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Mitsuri sighed and ran one of her hands over her shoulder and back. "Do you mind?" She asked. You didn't have time to react when she reached under her clothes to unhook her bra and remove it, throwing it elsewhere.

"N-not at all, don't worry." You and Mitsuri were quite confident so she was used to doing things like this in front of you without knowing that you were trying hard to hide your nerves.

"These things can be really uncomfortable sometimes, especially when, well...you know." She said, pouting as she massaged her breasts. Why had she done that? Now you felt bad for not being able to stop seeing her. Her little shirt was so tight to her body that it hugged her breasts perfectly, making her nipples stand out from under the fabric. Her breasts were large and the way they bounced under her clothes when she took off her bra kept replaying inside your head. "Sure you're not hot? I can turn on the fan if you want."

"Oh thank you. I'd like that very much."

You stayed sitting on the bed hugging your knees while Mitsuri stood up to go turn on the fan. When you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes and lie down on the pillows while leaving your legs bent. You felt a movement on the mattress so you assumed that Mitsuri had returned to the bed but then she didn't move again and remained silent so you wonder if she was still there or had left the room so you opened your eyes to find out. When you opened your eyes, you caught Mitsuri looking directly at your thighs and between your legs, with your knees bent that way she could easily see your panties under your shorts. This definitely made you too nervous, you were about to sit down and close your legs but another thought came to your head faster. She was also watching you like you were a while ago so that got you a bit horny.

Your face was very red just like Mitsuri's when she felt trapped by you but despite that she didn't try to hide what she was doing or at least try to look a little shy so that only made you keep moving forward.

"All in order?" You asked, spreading your legs with the excuse that your knees were blocking the view of her face in front of you.

At this point it was quite likely that you didn't care anymore and both of you would completely lose your shame.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsuri asked, starting to crawl towards you on the mattress.

"You didn't stop looking at me, it's unfair if I have my eyes closed." You answer.

Sometimes you two used to joke around in similar ways but now, things were getting a bit further, you both subconsciously expected one of you to stop but you kept going. You kept your legs open and Mitsuri lay on your abdomen between them, causing your core to rub dangerously against her and feeling her breasts lean against you.

"Of course that's fair, you were looking at me too so now we're even." She said, making you blush.

Both of you fell silent, Mitsuri staring at you while you tried to look anywhere but her face and that included the low neckline of her t-shirt in front of you. Mitsuri moved in place, at first you thought that she was settling into her place or she would just get up and the class would continue but everything changed when you realized that she started rubbing on you provocatively. Mitsuri settled her legs on the bed keeping one straight and the other bent to rub her own core against her panties and the mattress making her large breasts massage over you. The position of her legs made her little skirt mess up, leaving her butt exposed, showing you her tight little lace panties.

You didn't say anything, you just gasped and spread your legs more so that she could fit better in the middle of you. She smiled at you with desire so that she felt more confident to move as she wanted. Mitsuri placed her arms on each side of you to hold on better and continue rubbing on the mattress and on top of you, she even had the courage to start panting a little just to annoy you and increase your blush. Mitsuri wouldn't stop looking at you and see  doing this kind of thing made you feel too nervous and even more when she was so close to you; but you'd be lying if you thought this moment was weird or awkward, each passing minute turning you on more and more and just waiting for one thing to lead to the next. You wondered if at some point she was going to touch you.

"This feels s-so good..." Mitsuri gasped. She settled between your legs and lowered one of her hands to her panties to take them and rub them better against her wet core. "You've never tried this before y/n-chan?...it feels really good."

"N-no..." you managed to reply, feeling her breasts on you turned you on more and more besides the sight in front of you.

"Really? Never before?...self-satisfaction is just as important as self-love, girl." She told you.

You didn't know what to answer, Mitsuri settled back and took her hand out from between her legs. She held on to the mattress again and it was after that when she groped her hand directly between your legs inside your shorts, over your dressed cunt making you arch your back in surprise. You were about to say something but you didn't even have time because she started rubbing her fingers against your panties causing a lot of friction with each brush of the fabric.

"A-AAH!" You moaned, surprised to feel her fingers in your panties.

Hearing your voice like that made Mitsuri turn on more, causing her to start moving her fingers faster as well as her hips against the bed. With every movement, she could feel her wet panties brushing over and over again in the middle of her slit, right on her slippery clit. The feeling was perfect so she wanted you to experience it too.

"Y/n-chan...I want to make you feel really good, aah-ah." she moaned.

Mitsuri took her hand out of your panties for just an instant, grabbing your shorts and pulling them down over your hips and butt until she took them off and tossed them around, exposing your black lace panties fitting your pussy on her face.

The pink-haired girl's fingers took the center of your panties and she began to rub the fabric making sure that each touch was right on your clit just like she did until little by little you were wetting the fabric of your underwear; you even started to move your hips to get a better feel. Mitsuri noticed that you began to get wet very quickly and slowly began to moan in need.

"D-doesn't that feel amazing?" Mitsuri asked. "The rub on the clit is perfect-aah! I'm so-so wet! And you too...mmhh."

You were both about to cum if she continued like this, but Mitsuri didn't want this to happen, at least not yet. She wanted to try more things and at the same time make sure that you enjoyed it as much as she did. Mitsuri stopped and got up, tooked off her skirt and sat up to crawl over to you.

"Don't you think it would be better to feel…closer?" She proposed to you, biting her pink lip. She traced a line with her finger all over your slit, feeling your wet labia. "We are both very wet." You stayed in the same position and Mitsuri imitated it in front of you, legs spread and leaning on her arms on the bed. "I'd like to feel you…here" she said, spreading her legs and making her panties shift to let her cunt peek out from under the fabric.

"Then do it..." you replied.

Hearing that made her heart jump with happiness. Mitsuri came up to you and took your panties off, then she got rid of her panties as well and left them lying around. She took your thighs squeezing them sensually to accommodate your legs around her waist and make you hook her between your legs. She did the same and that's when you realized how flexible Mitsuri was when she spread your legs and hers and hooked you in the same way against the bed, letting her breasts crash against yours almost on your face. When he was in the position she wanted, she dropped putting some pressure on you and sat down so that her pussy was exactly on yours, making you moan when you felt his wet labia. Mitsuri leaned over and settled on your hips, holding onto her arms on either side of you and beginning to move her hips, slow movements in circles and back and forth. The contact between your most sensitive points was direct, the position of the open legs of both and each of the movements made your lips move and your cunts open to collide and slide against each other.

Wet sounds began to accompany your and her moans throughout the room, you moved your hips against Mitsuri's to cause more friction. Both cunts wet rubbing each other, your clit massaging against Mitsuri's was the most perfect sensation you've ever felt in your life. You looked up or squeezed your eyes but when you looked ahead and saw Mitsuri's neckline you completely sank in pleasure and didn't take your eyes off her. Her tits moved and bounced on you with each of her thrusts, her hard nipples standing out under her tight t-shirt. Mitsuri's movements began to get faster and faster, crashing and bouncing off of you, she began to grind her vagina against yours increasing the odds of bringing both of you an amazing orgasm. You realized something, Mitsuri's t-shirt was too small and her bust was too big, her boobs began to bounce more and more forcefully from her cleavage and seeing that made you crazy and she didn't seem to care at all; she just kept moving on you, getting wet on your vagina until the position she was in and her strong thrusts caused one of her breasts to come completely out of her clothes bouncing on you and then her other tit did the same. You didn't take your eyes off her, her pink nipples were rubbing on your chest so you decided to take them to massage them with your hands and make her as aroused as you were.

"Y-your boobs are so big-aah! I love them."

"You're also...a-aah- you're beautiful y/n-chan! Your little wet cunt is so cute ah-mnnh!" Mitsuri moved away from you a bit and took off her shirt, making her breasts bounce even more when she took it off. You didn't stop seeing her for a second, moving more.

When she returned to the position she was in, you put both hands directly on her butt to massage it and put some downward pressure so that your cunt was closer to hers, you squeezed and touched her ass making her moan for a long time until that you felt the need for more. Your left hand slid between her buttocks until it reached her wet pussy and your right hand began to play with your own pussy or the part that Mitsuri's couldn't cover, wetting the fingers of both hands, pumping your own hole and feeling this made Mitsuri squirm on top of you, leaning her head back moaning with all her might and moving faster on top of you. Your juices and hers splashed between her slippery cunt and your legs spread wider to rub you with each of her folds.

"AA-AH! Yy/n...y/n-chan! Mmghh-aah!! D-you think you're gonna cum already?"

You couldn't even answer because you were about to, you moved your hips hard to feel Mitsuri on your clit while you tightened around your fingers, you squeezed Mitsuri's ass again making her moan as you did when a warm sensation it went down from your abdomen straight into your pelvis.

"AAH-AAH MITSURI!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! AAH!!"

Your legs spread wide, your back arched and a sticky white discharge shot straight out of your vagina drenching Mitsuri, causing her to do the same and cum in your pussy. Both wetting each other while she was still bouncing her pussy against yours in reaction to the orgasm until her speed slowed down.

Her thighs and yours were wet and sticky, you saw Mitsuri's breasts and as they glistened with sweat, sweat dripped from the back of your knees to your feet and your legs trembled as did your breath. Mitsuri lay down next to you and let both of you stretch out your legs after staying in that position for so long. Before she fully pulled away from you, you could see thin white threads coming from her cunt joining yours, leaving you wet and feeling slippery between your legs. Mitsuri's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, even though neither of you spoke it wasn't an awkward moment at all. You two looked into each other's eyes and different parts of your body at the same time. You didn't know what time it was, you even completely forgot the reason you were here, you saw the desk and looked at all your study material and then you saw the time on the clock next to the bed on a small table. 6:44 pm It was already getting dark outside and that worried you a bit.

"That was a very interesting lesson." You said, breaking the silence.

"We should repeat it another day, don't you think?" Mitsuri spoke, sensually.

"You think so? Then you won't be able to get me out of here that easily in a study session." You joked.

"You don't have to go today, I know it can be dangerous to go out at night so you can spend the night here..."

"You mean...a second round?" You said, getting up to approach Mitsuri.

"If that's what you want."

"Only if you let me go above you this time..." you replied, straddling her.

[ilidaeandquill]

All Is Fair in Death and War - Character Analysis/Notes

Jalala - Depression

Alright really quick I want to do a little exercise with you:

Imagine a character who is known for being easily frightened, creative, and overall, pretty amiable. She's super adorable, loves her friends and family, has the healthiest romantic relationship of all the couples in her story, and strives for peace above all else.

Got her in your mind? Great.

Now give her a glock.

All Is Fair in Death and War - Chapter 1 - IlidaeAndQuill - Cult of the Lamb (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own] (Jalala's ideal character development for this story lolol.)

Primary Motivation: Overall, Jalala strives for peace. She's happy with her brother, her girlfriend, her farms - which is all thrown out the window when she accidentally becomes the Witness for an amnesiac God of War. Her desire for peace morphs with her new position. Simply wanting peace isn't enough: she needs to learn how to protect it, no matter the cost.

Character Traits: Courageous af - not fearless, but courageous. She is still terrified of the world, but she learns to act around that fear.

"No need to be humble, friend,” the Lamb stated. “Courage is not the lack of fear, but rather, feeling fear and acting anyway. It is an admirable trait. You should be proud.”

THAT. THAT RIGHT THERE. THAT'S THE WHOLE THEME OF HER STORY. DO YOU GET IT? DO YOU SEE IT? PLEASE BRO PLEASE.

Oh shit I still need to write her other traits - Jalala is shy around strangers, but bold and a bit sassy with the few she trusts. Classic introvert. Overall, she's very sweet.

Theme Songs (Lyrical): "notre dame" - Paris Paloma, "Softly" - Clairo, "brutal" - Olivia Rodrigo

Theme Songs (Instrumental): "Rage Beneath the Mountains" - Yu-Peng Chen (I like to imagine the electric guitar symbolizes Goatfrey's influence on her), "Zora Park" - The Legend of Zelda, Tears of the Kingdom

Voice Claim: Sally - The Nightmare Before Christmas (just pretend Jack isn't there lol)

Dialogue Pattern: Dainty and soft, like she's from a classic Disney movie. She tends to stutter a bit when she's nervous.

Outfit Inspiration: "She wears the cultist outfit :D" is what I would say if I was BORING-

Just between you and me the cult uniforms are so fucking ugly I wouldn't want to be caught dead in those things. So, because she has a different canon outfit (and eventually gets a new outfit to represent her role as Goatfrey's Witness), she gets the privilege of a cute costume change.

Which means violet. Lots of violet. And dresses, because she deserves a pretty dress.

Of course we can’t forget her new prized possession lol.

Also this is canon in my game. She went up to Goatfrey unprompted and demanded a better outfit lolol.

Jalala is a supporting character in AIFiDaW, assisting with the depression stage of grief. This is portrayed through her feelings about becoming a Witness, primarily through her fears and anguish surrounding the role. Additionally, she is a crucial asset for assisting with learning more about the curse, another symbol of the depression stage.

Random Trivia/Facts: - Not to brag or anything but I wrote the first Jalala/Rinor fic, ahaah (I'm so lame). - She fled to the Lands of the Old Faith with her older brother, Yarlen, to escape a godly war occurring on her homeland. She arrived a year after he did at age 16. Five years have passed since then, making her 21 in AIFiDaW. - This does mean she was getting drunk and high as a teenager but whatever. - Speaking of her getting high: she lowkey hates those mushrooms but will always wonder what creative endeavors she could complete under their influence. Maybe I'll do something with this idk. - She and Rinor are both lesbians. Zero interest in men lol. I don't usually hc sexualities for characters, but I will for these two. - Taking inspiration from the decorations from Pilgrim’s Passage, I based her unknown homeland on China, specifically the Qing Dynasty (some of the tech in CotL, like Berith's phonograph, suggests the game takes place in the late 1800's/early 1900's). - Because of her experience with the shipwreck, she has an intense fear of open waters, including Anchordeep (that’s a surprise tool that can help us later). - Oh did I mention the war thing? - Yeah. - She fled from a war. Just thought I should note that again. For no particular reason. :)

Thank you for reading! I LOOVEEE Jalala so much, she's just so perfect. She deserves nothing but the best, which is exactly why I kinda fuck up her life in AIFiDaW. Oops. She does also have her own fic: "I’ll Place My Heart in Your Hands, Swear to Keep It Safe." I need to go back and edit it though, it's very obvious I was using this fic to get myself back into writing.

I'll do that sometime. Hopefully. Maybe when classes let out for the summer :,)

Theme

The Goat/Goatfrey - Narinder - The Lamb/Lambert - The Curse

Leshy - Heket - Kallamar - Shamura

Jalala - Rinor - Fena - Aym & Baal - The Mystic Seller

[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “15 Minutes” (10/15) Author:  @ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: As you heal, you're not alone. Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating:  T (PG13) Length: 2,604 (this chapter, 24,863 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Apologies for the break we took for a few weeks here. 😳This chapter turned out a little longer than I expected, (please enter "that's what she said" joke of your choice here), so I hope that makes up a bit for the delay. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

Taglist: @pinheadbanger​ @mysardencut​ @laurenstacy610​ @sporadicbelievernightmare​ @ultrablackwidower​ @bxmxtx​ @jellotherelol @mirandastuckinthe80s

If you would like to be tagged in my John/Reader fics, just let me know! I also write John/Kai, John/Cortana and Kai/male Reader, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. If you would like to be removed from the taglist, also feel free to let me know, no harm, no foul. 😉 💖

Halo fic masterlist ⭐

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Pressure on your chest brought you startling awake, flinging your left arm up as if to try and break free of a restraint. White hot pain burst from your shoulder down your bicep like a cord of fire trying to amputate your arm. You gave a strangled cry, managing to sit up and clutch at the various points of hurt as the agony gradually faded.

Out of the darkness, a now-familiar woman's voice said your rank and last name. "Are you all right? Do you need me to dispatch medical assistance?"

"No," you quickly said, automatically straightening your sleep-rumpled shirt. "I moved my arm wrong. Thanks, though."

"Of course," she returned, her tone kind.

"Are you, um, monitoring me?"

"Just for sounds of distress or pain. John was adamant that your privacy be respected as much as possible."

That made you smile slightly under the cover of the lack of light. "I hope they've given you something else to do other than to listen for me to say ouch."

"Not to worry, I keep busy."

You nodded even though she couldn't see it. Or maybe she could? Was she holed up in some ONI office, watching you with thermal signatures or some other sort of tech? "I appreciate it, Ms. Classified. Though I believe you gave me your name, didn't you? I'm sorry, I can't remember what it was."

"You were a little busy at the time," she demurred. "It's Cortana but I rather like 'Ms. Classified,' I have to say. It's like a nickname between friends, isn't it?"

"It is," you said. "And please feel free to use my first name. No need for friends to stand on formality."

"Thank you," she said and, after a slight pause, added your name as if it were an honor to do so.

Was she a Spartan, perhaps? Something about her careful manner reminded you of how John sometimes reacted to interpersonal things as if he hadn't ever dealt with them before and wanted desperately to be right in his response.

You wasn't sure if you should ask and while you were still wondering, she said goodbye with a sound like pixels vanishing, though there had been no hologram of her to see this time.

Your day was a lot more mundane after that. PT came by as Dr. Savannah had said they would, and you dutifully did the exercises with minimal grumbling and complaining. The ancient saying about medics being terrible patients was still said for a reason, after all, but you didn't want to be One Of Those if you could help it.

The therapist had brought you breakfast from the mess for after your session: the cold cereal MRE, typically called mush rarely edible, along with plain black coffee. She also told you that the next session would be tomorrow instead of later today, due to a scheduling conflict.

So that left you with a whole lot of day and very little to fill it.

You were scrolling through your padd, looking through old documents and messages, intending to clean up and organize things but, more often than not, ended up reminiscing on the past, on friends once part of your every day life now long gone, either transferred away or worse.

You discovered a folder full of sketches of various Mjolnir designs you'd done back before you'd decided for certain to begin training to be a Brokkr tech. Your interest in the Spartans and their armor had been a mere hobby, then.

You were far from a gifted artist but trying to capture the different iterations, the bulkier but classic shapes of the Mark V, the more streamlined Mark VI, had made for fun practice. You'd also tried out a few ideas of your own, such as "floating" pieces of armor to try and better protect the Spartans' joints without sacrificing mobility. The final image, though, had been a purely fanciful one: a fusion of Mjolnir and medieval, a literal Spartan in shining armor.

You couldn't help but chuckle. There was no number on the chest plate but it was clearly Master Chief to anybody who was familiar with his armor configuration. The patterning on his visor had a texture reminiscent of a knight's helm and the flare of his shield had a shape like the plume of a feather at the crest of his head. One arm was extended but incomplete: you hadn't decided whether to give him a BR or DMR or go for something like a broadsword or lance. Then you'd simply never come back to finish it and it had been forgotten in your drafts for all this time.

Tapping a fingertip contemplatively against your lip, you thought for a moment, then impulsively picked up your stylus and began to draw.

Gentle fingertips brushed against your hair and you woke to find John next to the bed.

"Sorry to bother you," he murmured, "but you looked uncomfortable."

The moment he said that, your neck began protesting the odd angle your head had slumped into.

"Well, that was a bad idea," you said plaintively, straightening up very slowly. Your entire body ached like you'd been moonlighting as a punching bag. Your padd slipped off your lap to the mattress, then bounced towards the edge, and John easily caught it on the fly.

You suddenly remembered what had been on it. The screen was dark but all it would take was a brush of a finger to activate it again and he'd see--

"What's this?" he said, orientating the padd right side up.

"That's... my poor attempt at artistry," you said, feeling heat blooming up your neck. You resisted the urge to snatch it from his hand and throw it to the floor yourself.

"It's not poor," he countered, studying it even more intently. "Not at all. I like it a lot, especially the detail here."

He tapped the image and the SPNKr rocket launcher you'd placed casually in the Spartan's hand, resting on the armored shoulder, expanded to better reveal the intricate filigree you'd spent a considerable amount of time adding to the large missile chamber.

"I mean, it's not practical, of course," you mumbled but his sincere appreciation lessened your embarrassment. "I wanted a medieval feel to a modern weapon."

"Do you have others?" he asked, handing the padd back to you.

You appreciated that he didn't just start flipping through the images. You swiped back to show him your other Mjolnir studies.

The very corner of his mouth twitched. "These are all mine, aren't they?"

"Hm, I suppose they are," you said in mock surprise. "It looks like I've had a favorite Spartan for a while now."

"Good," he said decisively, then glanced at you with a soft smile. "Could I send a copy of this to R&D?"

"Which one?" you asked, alarmed.

"The floating armor," he said, the smile growing a bit.

"Yeah, if you want," you said and forwarded the study to him. "I doubt I've thought of anything they haven't by now but I guess you never know."

"And could I have a copy of the other one, just for me?"

"Really?"

"Really," he confirmed.

You switched back to the medieval drawing, adding your signature with a flourish in the corner before forwarding that one as well.

The door chimed and he went to open it as if it were expected.

"Master Chief, sir!" the young private said, making a motion no doubt intended to be a salute that he couldn't complete because of the large and apparently heavy covered tray he was carrying.

"At ease," he said, taking the tray from him.

The private snapped a salute as crisp as if he were in the presence of Lord Hood himself, then kept standing in the open doorway, staring rather starstruck.

"Thank you, you're dismissed," John told him.

"If you or the Hero of the Pit need anything, let me know, sir," the marine said earnestly before backing away.

Once the door closed, you said, "That really is a terrible nickname."

"The Covenant call me 'Demon,'" John said, bringing the tray to the bed and setting it on the foot.

"'Demon' is badass," you countered. "Mine sounds like I fell in a hole and somehow managed to crawl back out."

"Crawling out of that hole wasn't a given," he said, "and you made sure nobody else was in there with you."

He lifted the cover on the tray, revealing two sizzling plates of food. The smell that hit you was divine.

Your voice dropped an entire octave. "Is that eggplant parmigiana?"

"I... think so? It's whatever was being served in the Spartan mess for lunch." His expression darkened. "You were supposed to get breakfast from there, too, but there was apparently some sort of mix-up. It's been dealt with."

You felt momentarily sorry for whoever had been on the receiving end of being dealt with. "I can't eat Spartan portions."

"You actually can because it so happens that I can calculate how many calories a Brokkr mechanic-slash-medic needs in order to heal properly." He held that with a serious expression for a moment, then winked. "And I also asked Dr. Savannah about it. She said, and I quote, 'Tell her it's fine to live a little.'"

"Oh, well, if it's doctor's orders..." you trailed off with a grin.

He left to get a small table and chair for himself since there was only the one lap tray and you took the opportunity to hit the head, thinking you'd be settled back in before he returned. As it turned out, you either greatly underestimated how far he had to go to find what he was looking for or, more likely, had greatly overestimated how quickly you could move.

Your left arm wanted to draw up to your torso from the way your damaged shoulder muscle was currently being foreshortened. Raising it even close to 45 degrees made it feel like it was being ripped off of your body. You took a couple of deep breaths, forcing it straight down to your side, and gritted your teeth though the pain as you returned to the main room.

John had already finished setting up the portable table and turned, his expression going almost comically aghast. "Should I call somebody? What can I do? I can carry you or--"

"No, it's fine," you told him. "I just have to work through it."

He hovered next to you as you made the few, torturous step back to the bed, his worry a palpable thing. Your bad knee buckled and he caught your arm -- fortunately, the right one -- to keep you from going down. His fingers hit a bruise hidden under your sleeve but you managed to not react.

The stricken look he gave you meant he'd seen the reaction anyway.

"There we go," you said, trying to sound breezy but the result was more winded than anything as you propped up against the headboard. "I'm ready for lunch. Are you? Lunch sounds great right about now."

He seemed at a loss as to what to do. You gingerly reached out and wrapped your fingers around his.

"I'm okay," you said softly. "I'm healing on schedule and it could've been much worse."

He nodded shortly, very, very carefully folding his other hand over yours. With a brief glance away, he nodded a final time as if agreeing to something you couldn't hear and then exhaled purposefully, affecting a lighter tone. "Well, let's see how that eggplant parmigiana is, then, hm?"

Even though physical therapy wasn't scheduled again until tomorrow, you went ahead and did the exercises anyway. Not only did it give you something to do after John left, but you were even more inspired to try to regain your strength as soon as possible.

Since you were alone, you felt free to swear your way more and more creatively through the entire session and only after the fact did you worry that maybe you had accidentally taught Cortana some new words and phrases.

Nah, you thought. Surely, she's not stuck sitting at some console all day and night, listening for me to need something, right?

You almost asked it out loud, just to see if she was listening, but decided against it. You didn't want to imagine she'd been instructed to keep her earpiece in to monitor you even when she took a meal or bathroom break. Or that maybe she never even actually got to go off-duty at all. It hadn't escaped your attention that John apparently didn't trust anybody else to provide your erstwhile overwatch.

You ate your dinner when it arrived, a very delicious chicken gumbo, then turned in early, since sleep was also an important factor in healing.

But your sleep was restless, the aches in your body keeping you from getting comfortable, and then when you did doze off, your mind kept taking you back to those moments when you were trapped. A couple of times, you found yourself jolting awake, John's name on your lips. You wondered if he was on base, asleep in the Spartan quarters. You'd assumed he would come back if he were here but you hadn't actually asked him to. It was his room, though, so wouldn't he...?

Try to get some sleep, that's the best thing right now. You'll feel stronger tomorrow, you silently instructed yourself, trying to find a comfortable position.

The next time you woke, your heart was thundering in your ears and you made a small panicked noise.

The lights abruptly came up to a quarter and you looked around wildly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

John sat up from where he was stretched out over on the couch and you instinctively reached for him. He was there almost as if appearing by magic, letting you grip his hand as he leaned over you.

You were tangled in the covers and struggled to free yourself. He carefully extricated you with his free hand.

"Were you having a nightmare?" he asked and you nodded.

"I- I didn't know you were here," you said, stumbling over the words. "Why are you on the couch? You could share. I'd- I'd like you to."

He got that slightly stricken look again. "I'm heavy. I'll hurt you by moving around. I can't... I can't cause you more pain. I'm right here, though."

You understood what he meant but it still stung a bit like rejection. You normally would've let him go, would've tried to accept it gracefully, but the phantom weight on your chest changed the words on your tongue.

Your voice emerged small and compressed. "I need you, John."

The words clearly hit him like a plasma bolt to the chest and his fingers closed gently around yours.

"All right," he finally said. "I'll be careful."

It took a few minutes but eventually you were in his arms, turned on your right side with your injured left arm resting on his chest, your head tucked into the curve of his neck. All of the movement did hurt but you absolutely didn't care; all that was important was that he was here, you could hear his heart beneath your ear, could feel his warmth seeping into all of your pains and soothing them.

"Thank you," you murmured into the softness of his shirt.

"You don't have to thank me," he said, kissing the top of your head and lightly brushing his fingers across the hand you had on his sternum.

You were almost asleep when you thought, but weren't completely sure, that he also quietly said, "I need you, too."

[chil-aglia]

For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Bingo Slot: Therapy Session

Characters: Giovanni

Plot: Basically Giovanni is convinced to do some therapy sessions with Mikey AKA Doctor Feelings, and Mikey ends up genuinely helping Giovanni during the therapy sessions and he’s really grateful that Mikey is helping him out during the therapy sessions. Giovanni is also starting to feel better about himself after the therapy sessions, and he is also convinced to go out and have some fun with his family by going to a party that’s held in his honor at New York’s Central Park, but during the party he ends up having some negative thoughts going through his mind, and his family notices that he’s having some negative thoughts through their mind meld technique so they help Giovanni with getting rid of his negative thoughts.

This will be marked off as ‘Therapy Session' as that is the main focus!

This poor dude for real needs a therapy session—

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

@badthingshappenbingo

Link to the fic on Ao3: Name Three Things - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Name Three Things

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Eyes on You. This takes place after the Krang invasion and after his family rescue him from the EPF (once again, not canon to the story as Giovanni is still in the clutches of the EPF at this point in time)

Bingo slot: Therapy Session

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, PTSD, spiralling depressive thoughts, implied past abuse, dissociation, etc

Summary: Giovanni finds himself in the clutches of Dr. Feelings. He appreciates his brother helping him out, and it truly does help him some ways. But even so, Giovanni still needs a long way to go in his therapy.

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Giovanni sat on his beanbag, watching Mikey who was donned in his orange turtleneck with his non-prescription glasses, book in hand as he wrote down…whatever it was he was writing.

Mikey had managed to convince his older brother Giovanni to try out some long awaited therapy sessions, to see how he would go. Giovanni didn’t quite know how he was convinced but nonetheless he couldn't just say no to his little brother.

Especially when it came to Mikey’s personas.

It had been a week since he started, and he did try, truly he did. Answering as best as he could to the questions Mikey provided but it was awkward. He didn’t like mentioning the Krang or the EPF.

Giving mostly vague replies or a short and censored version of his experiences. Mikey didn’t mind though, claiming that he wants to take his time with Giovanni, he wasn’t expecting for his brother to open up so quickly, even if they were siblings. It was traumatic for Giovanni. That much was clear.

“In today’s lesson. I was thinking we should try some exercises that could help you whenever you’re dissociating.” Mikey smiles warmly, putting the book down along with his pen as Giovanni tilts his head.

“Dissociating…?”

“Yeah! It’s like you're disconnected and you lack continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions and identity.” Mikey explains but that seemed to only confuse the mutant yellow-bellied slider.

“Um…it’s when you’re in a deep trance? And you kinda become numb? I guess.”

Ah, okay. Giovanni is understanding now. Has he done it before? Dissociated? Sounds scary.

“So! In order to help you, I have some techniques we can use to help you bring back to reality.”

Giovanni nods, his eyes narrowing in focus as Mikey shifts to move closer to his brother, sitting down in front of him as he gently holds his hands in his.

“What do you feel right now? Physically?”

Giovanni blinks in question as he hummed in thought, “Your hands.” He informed, Mikey nodding in encouragement, “Anything else? Can you name two more things you feel?” He asks, his voice gentle but his smile never wavered.

“Um…..the bean bag I’m in. And I can feel how cold the air is.”

Mikey chuckled and nodded. “That’s good! Perfect even. Well done. Now three things you can see?” He leans in slightly eagerly as Giovanni gulps and takes a look around the room.

They were doing the therapy session in Giovanni’s room, for his own comfort.

“I see my bed. Um…my sword leaning on the wall.” He lists off the two things as he turns to Mikey with a little smile. “And I see you.” He added, flinching when Mikey pats his shoulder, “Great! Whenever you’re in a dissociative state, I want you to name three things you can see and three things you can feel. Or just either one.” Mikey informs, letting go of Giovanni's hands as the oldest Hamato nods in agreement.

“Have…I been dissociating lately?” Giovanni asks, frowning in embarrassment at himself as Mikey gives out a soft sigh. “You…sometimes space out, I guess? Some of us tried to call out to you but you didn't respond.” Mikey admits, looking guilty for keeping such a thing from him.

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“No! Don’t be. This is your therapy session. Nothing is your fault. We all understand that you’ve been through a lot even before meeting us. It’s natural for you. We just want to try and slowly get you out of the habit is all.”

Giovanni listens, lips forming in a firm line as he glanced down, he still felt like he should apologise for worrying his family and friends. “Okay….thank you Mikey.” He gave an awkward smile as Mikey stood up, stretching his limbs.

“We’ll end the session there today. You know, even though it’s only been a week, you’re doing very well. We’re proud of you.” Mikey happily beams, picking up his book and pen and exiting the room.

Giovanni watched, eyes wide. They were proud of him? For what?

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Giovanni was watching the TV, unaware that his brothers were watching from afar, Leo smiling fondly before looking at Mikey. “So, these sessions you and him have been doing. They’re going well, right?” He asks, Mikey smiling nodding as he proudly places his hands on his hips.

“Two weeks in and I have to say, I am seeing an improvement in him. He’s not jumpy, he’s eating properly and he’s talkative than he was before when we brought back home.” Donnie noted, jolting down his observations on his gauntlet.

“Keep doing whatever it is you're doing Mikey.” Raph encourages while his little brother chuckled happily. “Actually, I’m thinking of holding a little celebration for his 2-week milestone. I already have April helping out, we’re going to surprise him with it at the park!” He announces softly so that Giovanni doesn't overhear him.

“A party? Sounds fun.” Leo approves, grinning at the idea as Donnie hums in agreement. “When is it?” He inquired as Mikey tapped under his chin in thought.

“Tomorrow night?”

“Sounds good to me. We can help out with last minute decorations too.” Raph offers, as he and his brothers gather together to make small plans for tomorrow.

Giovanni glanced over to them, tilting his head but it looked rather important so he didn’t go over to disturb them.

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Giovanni held his hands out in front of him, being met with morning darkness as Mikey and Donnie led him with a blindfold on.

“What was it that you two wanted to show me?” Giovanni asks, gulping as he feels the wind of the air hitting his skin, sending goosebumps up his form.

“Oh, just a little invention that Donnie and I want your thoughts on. But I wanted it to be a surprise!” Mikey giggles as he comes to a stop, as did Donnie and Giovanni.

“Prepare to be amazed!” Donnie exclaims, taking the blindfold off as he and Miley showed off the park. It was night, obviously, with decorations spread, a large table with food and everyone he knew was there.

Which was only April and both the Casey’s. As well as Splinter and Draxum.

“SURPRISE!”

They all shout, making Giovanni flinch and give a shocked look. “W-what is all this?” He questions in utter shock, Leo waltzing over and slinging his arm over his brother’s shoulder.

“A celebration of getting by with 2 weeks of therapy! Mikey told us that you’ve been doing well, so he came up with this.”

Mikey shyly waves, blushing in embarrassment as Giovanni takes in the sight once again. “Thank you…i-it’s great.” He smiled softly at Mikey who beams before grabbing a cup of juice.

“LET'S GET THIS PARTY GOING!”

Upon that, hours struck by with everyone having fun. Giovanni kept himself busy with getting drinks and snacks. He didn’t voice out his worries but he supposed he wasn’t in a party mood.

He was confused. Why was he getting a party for? If anything he felt like he hadn’t improved whatsoever.

Maybe they were mocking him. Maybe this was a way to get him to crack and break down.

‘How pathetic can you be?’

‘You were better off in the hands of the EPF.’

‘Or the Krang.’

Giovanni felt his chest tighten, walking away in wobbly legs as he needed space. He walks over to a darker spot of the park, away from the loudness as he sat down, breathing in heavily as negative thoughts invaded his mind.

‘Can’t handle a simple party? Loser.’

‘Once a Vermin, always a Vermin.’

‘Your family should never have bothered with this therapy crap.’

Giovanni whimpered, hands over his head as he tried to shrink down. He wanted to disappear.

Eyes shut tightly, not realising how his brothers and Splinter suddenly went still, their eyes glowing white as they looked in his direction.

They were hearing his thoughts. Giovanni accidentally mind melding with his family.

‘Useless.’

‘Pathetic waste of time.’

‘Should’ve died long ago.’

Stop it…

‘Vermin.’

‘Monster.’

Giovanni couldn’t help but let out a broken sob, but paused and gasped when he felt hands on his shoulder, he snapped out of the thoughts, turning around to see his brothers and father crowding him, all giving a loving look as they slowly embraced him in a group hug.

“Don’t let those thoughts flood your mind. They’re wrong.” Mikey assures, nuzzling his face into Giovanni’s cheek. The older mutant blinked before relaxing in their arms.

Name three things he can feel….the grass, the wind and…

And he could feel the love of his brothers. His family.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[themculibrary]

Taylor Swift Lyric Titles Masterlist 2

part one

Afterglow (ao3) - sarahbeniel bucky/darcy E, 55k

Summary: Bucky and Darcy meet on what was supposed to be a weekend-long team-building exercise, and get snowed in.

A self-indulgent tropey-as-hell wintertime fic. Watch two people get smushed together and quickly go from grumpy to sexy, with a few bumps along the way.

all too well (ao3) - iam93percentstardust steve/tony M, 46k

Summary:

Cause there we are again when I loved you so Back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known It was rare, I was there I remember it all too well

~

“This is the young man I was telling you about,” Khan says, turning to someone behind him. Tony can’t quite make them out yet. “The new professor you’ll be working with on the 380 to 740 class. He’s just come to us from MIT, very good reviews, and Dr. Jarvis speaks very highly of him too, I’m sure you’ll both do marvelously.” The other person steps out from behind the dean, and Tony’s breath catches in his throat. “Tony, this is—”

“Steve,” Tony breathes.

Steve Rogers, bearded now and just as beautiful as he’d been the day he left, looks back at him with wide blue eyes.

and if you want to tear my world apart... (ao3) - ghostly_midnights607 G, 2k

Summary: It takes strength to leave, to look someone in the eye and know that you have loved them, and do love them, and will keep right on loving them, but that you can despise them and everything they stand for, too. You can love someone, deep in your bones, and still remove yourself from their orbit, from their claws.

OR: A Betty Ross character study

Can Still Make The Whole Place Shimmer (ao3) - lildovegohwelisgoi G, 962

Summary: Toni hasn’t really been out in public since getting back to Malibu. She hasn’t thought about her public wardrobe, because she didn’t plan this far ahead. Especially because she didn’t expect to be crashing her own event – one that she wasn’t even invited to.

'Cause I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend (ao3) - Foxlover11 steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Natasha accidentally misgenders Loki. Two days later, Steve Rogers kisses his best friend.

Come back, Be Here (ao3) - nwd21 kate/yelena G, 5k

Summary: It's Kamala's idea. They could use this. If they recorded Kate singing with her beautiful angel voice and with an anguish so deep any human would be able to relate to, then maybe they could manipulate the public opinion in their favor. A message that says "we are just like you. Just doing our best to get by." And who else to better convey this message than the one member of the team without superpowers? Yes, Kamala thinks, this is yet another great idea Miss Marvel.

Kate writes Yelena a song from space. She doesn't expect to get a song as a reply.

forgive me, peter (ao3) - mendaciloquent_tendencies N/R, 25k

Summary: Yelena’s small hands clutched her big sister and her Twilight Sparkle pony, snot and tears mixing on her face. “She’s only six.” The familiar voice almost begged. “You were even younger.” The voice of her father, who she once trusted, betrayed both of them.

A collection of Yelena's experiences and survival growing up in the Red Room. How does someone keep their heart? What if they don’t?

Based on the Taylor Swift song, Peter.

How Did It End? (ao3) - thesmallestgirl agatha/rio G, 2k

Summary: Nicky was four when he got sick.

just between us (did the love affair maim you too?) (ao3) - dharmainitiative sam/bucky E, 33k

Summary: “So, guess you’re headed back to Wakanda?”

“I might,” Bucky says. “Honestly, I was banking on going back to Brooklyn. Closest thing I’ve got to home, so, just made sense. But seeing as I’m a fugitive…” He glances over at Sam with a wry smile. “Why, what about you?”

“Rhodey found a spot,” Sam says. “Some safe house on the outskirts of the city. Hasn’t been used in a few years, so, gonna head there and stay low till the pardon is official. Or try to, anyway.”

Bucky is quiet for a minute before he turns to Sam and asks, “Want some company?”

Just Close Your Eyes, The Sun Is Going Down (ao3) - muchluvtothestarz pepper/tony, harley/peter N/R, 12k

Summary: When Peter Stark comes down with an illness, it’s not a fun time for anyone. However, if his boyfriend, Harley Keener, is there to pick up the pieces, it might not be so bad.

lost the game of chance, what are the chances? (ao3) - ghostly_midnights607 wanda/vision G, 4k

Summary: “We could use some new recruits,” the Captain will say, later. He will offer up purpose in his dusty hands. The Vision holds Sokovian soil in his palms and thinks about it. Stark asked for a saviour and settled for a slave. You are a disappointment. Who are you going to be now?

A character study on Vision (AOU through to WV)

Lover (ao3) - noe3489 sam/bucky N/R, 3k

Summary: Little moments from Sam and Bucky's life, after Falcon and the Winter Soldier, inspired by phrases from Taylor Swift's song "Lover"

saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts (ao3) - BooksAreGreatPillows agatha/rio T, 1k

Summary: Rio is wandering through the night when she stumbles upon a very familiar house.

It couldn't possibly real... could it?

So Why Can't You See, You Belong With Me (ao3) - myschiefsys matt/foggy G, 1k

Summary: Matt always says he's 'blind to life's imperfections.'

And life's perfections.

And life.

He's blind, is the point.

So imagine his surprise, when he wakes up this morning and he can see the ceiling.

OR

After a particularly weird run-in with a wizard, Matt finds himself able to see, in a very familiar house, in a very familiar house with a very familiar reflection.

the 1 (ao3) - captasha_universe steve/natasha M, 3k

Summary: Natasha roams around her hometown in Tennessee when she sees Steve for the first time in 17 years. They catch up at a diner, but their failed romance of the past only leads to Natasha’s heart breaking further…

this is me trying (ao3) - wlwromanoff (orphan_account) wanda/natasha T, 7k

Summary: i had a feeling so peculiar, that this pain wouldn’t be for evermore

as natasha falls into a downward spiral, wanda is there for her.

Trying to find a place in this world (ao3) - Spider_enthusiast steve/tony G, 4k

Summary: She followed him over to the bench by his target practice and pulled her legs up, crossing them. “I hurt Steve today.”

He blinked, taken aback. “Pardon me?”

“I- my powers.” She looked down. “You know I have problems controlling them.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Steve knows this too, so what?”

Why You Gotta Be So Mean (ao3) - muchluvtothestarz N/R, 4k

Summary: Peter misses a week of school because he had RSV, and his math teacher isn’t willing to help Peter catch up on missing work. Tony steps in to help.

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve (ao3) - Shelios28 steve/bucky M, 31k

Summary: Or, when the Winter Soldier takes an injured Captain America with him after the events at the Triskelion.

You've Got No Reason To Be Afraid (ao3) - Certifieddrywalleater T, 865

Summary: She just wanted to sleep forever. She was very paranoid. Kate and Clint called everyday to make sure the other was still alive and well.

Honestly, Kate was pretty sure he didn't like her and thought he was staying because he would feel guilty if he left her to fend for herself.

Or

Kate realizes something when Clint saves her from the tracksuit mafia

[salty-an-disco]

The post about paragraphs is actually really helpful! This is pretty intuitive stuff, but having everything in written word is still useful to sort everything out in your head.

The thing I personally struggle with, is formatting dialogue - constantly gives me trouble with whether I have too much or too little description between different characters speaking. How are you going about it?

Thank you! That makes me very glad. :D Figuring out why something that can seem intuitive is like that is almost always as helpful as learning something from the first time, so glad I could help in that way as well!!

I was planning to tackle dialogue next, but there's honestly so much to talk about just there, that it might be better to go one aspect at a time. Staring with your question, soooooo–

How to Dialogue (pacing)

That's basically what the 'description between the dialogue' is. Its main purpose is to pace out the dialogue so it reads well and flows naturally. There are many ways to go about it, and it's very dependent on context and mood, but here's some general tips–

–Lighthearted conversation: These are your banters happening in-between or at the same as bigger plot points. Or in the case of a fluffy oneshot, maybe even the whole point of the thing. Generally, you don't want to spend much time describing action and character thoughts during these, as the idea is to pass a casual and light mood where the dialogue itself is the main event. Of course, that doesn't mean you don't describe anything, but I'd advise to try to cut down too much fluffy description, as that can make what's supposed to be light banter really drawn-out.

Here's an example from my ml fic, Trickster:

This whole chapter is basically filler with the class playing mafia together. There's no external, or even internal, conflict, the game the kids are playing is the whole point, so there's very little pauses in the dialogue.

Also note how many of the dialogue doesn't has a descriptive tag at all. That's something you can do when there's enough context in the writing for the reader to easily assume who's talking next.

“Thanks, Chloé,” Alix grumbled.

"You can't blame me! It was a collective decision."

[because Chloé is the one being addressed, it's already assumed that she may reply, and so the next line of dialogue doesn't require a tag specifying who's talking]

This can be very difficult to accomplish when there's multiple characters talking tho, which is what I did in this chapter. Something that helps me with that is writing out all the dialogue first (with maybe some color coding or character tags (smth as simple as 'Marinette: "line of dialogue') so that I won't get confused later), and add any necessary description later. That not only helps me visualize the scene better, but it's also a great exercise in character voice.

What about the way the character talks would make them easily recognizable without any dialogue tag? This way of writing dialogue really pushes you to try and make the dialogue itself easily recognizable. I honestly really suggest it as a way to exercise character voices.

Now let's go for–

–Everything else

While writing this bit, I realized the tips I had could be used for all kinds of dialogue exchanges (including lighthearted ones), while the above stance is a very specific circumstance where the dialogue itself is the focus of the scene. It'd be like that, lmao. Anyway, for my general dialogue tips:

• Figure out where there'd be a natural pause in the conversation: Those are the best moments to pause for some description/character monologue/some action the character took before resuming talking.

• Would the dialogue have more impact if it was delivered now, or a few lines later? This one can be a bit more tricky if you don't have a good intuition for pacing and delivery. But in general, if a dialogue feels 'off' it might be simply cause it hasn't been delivered at the right time. Try adding a bit of descriptive bit then (about the scenery, character's facial/body expression, etc.) and add the dialogue afterwards. Can also be as simple as adding the dialogue tag before the spoken bit instead of after, or, for extra dramatic effect, have an entire paragraph before the next dialogue line.

After a stretched out moment, he spoke, “I’m not gonna lie, I did consider just keeping the necklace.” He flicked it with a claw. “How you said, it would be easy but…” He sighed, looking away. Then, softly, “You already have too much on your shoulders. I don’t want to add more to it.”

[also note how the bits where I decided to break off the dialogue for some description are where there were actual pauses in Trickster's speech]

• Slow conversations should have more descrition pauses, while faster ones should have fewer: That is something I kinda already have been getting into with previous tips, but it's good to spell it out as well. It can be as simple as that, really. Is the conversation a introspective and slow one? Then the prose should convey that. For the opposite, try to cut down on description as much as you can without confusing your reader in who's talking.

I think this is all I have to say on this, tbh. Not sure how helpful it is, it's kinda been all over the place, but if this cleared things up for even just one person, then I'm happy. Feel free to ask more specific questions (on this or other topics in relation to writing) and I'll do my best to help you in any way I can <3

Also, just as a note: the reason my fic 'Trickster' features all throughout here is 'cause it's the only longfic I ever finished, and so it has a lot of the stuff I'm talking about put into practice, so get used to seeing this fella lol

[moon-huny]

Stole the Moon - Chapter Six

CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. Reader uses she/her pronouns. Character death (mom related)

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: In sleep, a memory comes back to you, forcing you yet again to remember a painful part of your past. Buggy is smitten but god forbid he ever tells you. You make a plan to visit a friend.

A/N: I still feel – at all times – like I am being hit with a bus. Oh my god that is so dramatic, okay no. I don't actually feel like that, but I am getting some burnout.

I think that is fairly common with fic writers, especially when you know you have a story to tell but getting it out takes a while.

However, writing and posting does help with my mental health as it is a good creative exercise, so, to make a compromise, I decided that this chapter and maybe the next few will be a bit shorter than normal.

Thank you all for reading and commenting and liking and re-bloging. I recently got the update that let's me comment back as moon-huny in the mentions so you best believe Imma be doin that now.

Okay, that's all, enjoy.

masterlist ✧˖°

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As soon as the air hit your little lungs, you began to cough up sea water onto the rocks beside you. Still not registering much in your state, you heard voices clamoring around you.

“She’s alive”

“Course she is, I saved her”

Waves hit rocks and rain pelted your face. Squinting through the gales, you could make out those most gorgeous creatures you’d come to befriend.

“Please, you have to help! My mother! She’s … where is she?” You were frantic and screaming over the storm.

“Well we didn’t like her as much as you”

“She was already bound to drown no matter which way you look at it”

They weren’t yelling back at you. They were barely moving their mouths. You couldn’t hear a word they were saying and, truth be told you never could, they spoke like the waves, hushed and foreign.

They tread the water with such ease even though the sea was churning all around them. They had placed you on a small rocky island, close enough to see the shore but nowhere near close enough for you to swim to it.

“I can’t … I can’t understand you! Please! My mother! Where is she? Please, save her too!” You could no longer tell whether it was rain all over your face or your tears.

You couldn’t quite tell how many there were, they all swam around you like sharks around prey. They would dip in and out of sight coming up briefly to exchange glances and what you thought were words. 

“We don’t like her”

“She’s already dead girl”

They made eye contact with you, their lips moved but nothing you could understand fell out of them. You began to shout. “Mama! Mama!” but you knew it was futile.

“I want to give her the fruit,” said one to another. Perhaps it was out of pity at your crying form shivering in the storm or maybe it was their love of tricks but it was that moment they decided what they wanted to do with you.

///

You tossed and turned in your sleep as he watched you. Sitting upright in bed, one of his arms perched on his bent knee. He just looked down at you. The ocean was quiet while you slept.

He’d awoken only a little while ago to a knock at the door. If he were honest though it was more of an aggressive pounding at the door. It just so happened that the two goofballs obsessed with one another were looking for you. He’d dismissed them when he opened the door just slightly to reveal your sleeping – presumably naked – body.

After they left, he had the opportunity to wake you, begin a day full of questions and fights to get the upper hand away from you. But that could wait. While he watched you sleep, that could all wait.

You slept on your stomach clutching a pillow the way he wished you would cling to him. You weren't awake, there was nobody here, he could let himself think whatever he wanted, and he wanted to think about you.

The way your eyebrows furrowed in your sleep and your lashes would flutter made him weak. You were so beautiful and full of danger and uncertainty. Any pirate with half a mind would have kept you in a cell far below deck, confined to a tub of seawater, behind multiple padlocks. 

Hostages weren’t new to Buggy or his crew. Sure, he knew he had a few bleeding hearts here and there but nobody disobeyed him. This was his ship, his crew and he wanted you to be a part of it.

You began to stir. Slowly you opened your eyes to find Buggy on the other side of the room pilfering through maps and charters and journals. You could have sworn you’d felt his presence beside you. He was so warm and you’d woken up with the thought of embracing him.

“If you were as good at using your power as you were at sleeping I’d be sailing the Grand Line by now,” he said in no way regarding you. 

The opposite could be said of you. The man stood at his desk, low hanging trousers not concealing anything as it seems this morning he was too hot to put on a shirt. 

“What are you looking at?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and looking for something to cover your body with.

Your voice in the morning sounds like heaven, he thought. “Get up and see for yourself, sweetness.” He smirked over at you.

You rolled your eyes which did land on an article of clothing at the end of his bed. Grabbing it and throwing it over your head you realized it was his shirt. You gathered yourself off the bed and walked over to him in nothing but his own clothes.

Leaning against the edge of the desk next to him you pushed yourself up to sit next to all of his important work. His eyes flicked over to you and slowly moved down your body.

“So what are we looking at?” You ask him, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth and giving him a sweet smile.

“I’m looking at an attention seeking whore.” He throws back at you.

That’s okay. You know you’re winning. 

Your eyes travel lower to that oh so desirable part of him. “And I’m looking at a certain pirate that is terrible at hiding how he responds to the attention seeking whore.

You liked this. The banter helped you take your mind off of the intense memory you were having. One you really desperately wanted to wake up from.

Your eyes drifted across the desk to a sketch of a mermaid skeleton. 

“You know anything about those, Clown?” you asked.

“What happened to Captain?” he responded by raising an eyebrow when you looked back at him with frustration. He sighed when he realized you were the toughest crowd he’d ever performed to.

“Not a lot, babe so quit with the questions.”

“You know,” you said, hopping down from the desk and confronting him head on. “I think I might be more willing to explore these so-called powers I have if I knew a bit more about myself.”

“Well, talking about feelings isn’t really daddy’s forte so maybe go find someone else to gab with.” You soured at the mocking use of the nickname he’d pulled last night. The name he clearly didn’t have a problem using for himself but one you were a little embarrassed you liked. 

“Fine, maybe I will,” you responded, turning your back to him to hunt for your clothing and planning your trip to Beau’s.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Horrible training

Horrible training

Title: Horrible training.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 197 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Apparently Brock hates you, and Steve saves you.

Major Tags: Heatstroke, faint.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card & square 19:

"Heatstroke.”

@saiyanprincessswanie

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It was a hot summer day, and you were part of the new recruits, usually, Steve was in charge of this one, but that day it would be Brock.

The sun was very strong, the heat was oppressive. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you followed Rumlow's orders, pushing you to your limits, it seemed as if he wanted to finish you all off. Even though you felt increasingly dizzy and weak, you didn't want to say anything.

Steve began to watch as he had arrived early from his mission. He approached Rumlow and asked him not to be so strict due to the ambient conditions, but Brock dismissed Steve's requests.

Finally, during a series of exercises, you felt everything begin to spin around you. Voices became a blur and everything went dark.

You awoke later in the infirmary, with Steve sitting next to you.

“You pushed yourself too hard,” he said, taking your hand gently.

“I'm sorry, Captain. I didn't mean to look weak.”

He shook his head, gently squeezing your hand.

“You're not weak. You just need to rest and take care of yourself. Next time, listen to your body, okay?”

You nodded your head.

[cosmicoceanfic]

AO3 tag game!

Tagged by @theevilcactus! Thank you! Sorry it took so long!

total number of AO3 works: 170

total AO3 word count: 1,359,735

fandoms I’ve written for: Star Wars, Marvel, Dirk Gently, Supernatural, Good Omens, What We Do In The Shadows, DC, Adventure Zone, Succession, Harry Potter

Some of these are now defunct for me: I do not foresee any Succession or Harry Potter fics in my future.

top five fics by kudos:

1: In Which Foggy Nelson Will Absolutely File That Sexual Harassment Claim, Matt

2: family means no one gets left behind or forgotten

3: In Which The Avengers and Daredevil Don’t Know How To Share Friends and Foggy Nelson Has The Patience Of A Saint

4: In Which Foggy Nelson Gets To Exercise His Abilities As One Of The Official Avengers Lawyers

5: In Which Foggy Nelson and Matt Murdock Inadvertently Adopt A Webslinger and His (Possibly) Crazy Roommate

I cannot BUHlieve so many of the In Whichs are up here. I was really in the right place at the right time with the Mattfoggy fandom.

Do I respond to comments: God, I want to. I’m so bad at it. I try and answer a few a month at least. I read them all, though, and the emails always make me delighted. Someone dropped me a comment tonight asking if I had a link to a fettuccine alfredo recipe I referenced in my latest Stucky fic and it made my whole evening.

What has the most angst ridden ending?: Probably absolute power? I don’t do a lot of unhappy endings- I like to at least end on a hopeful note.

What has the happiest ending: Uhhhhhh fuck. Almost all my fics have happy endings. I’m gonna say Revenant, because theirs feels the most earned.

Have I received hate?: I mean. Define hate, I guess? I’ve had people be shitty to me for sure. But they’re mostly just rude and entitled. Nobody’s ever denigrated me as a person for my work.

Do I write smut? If so, what kind?: Smut is just not in my wheelhouse, I’m afraid.

Do I write crossovers?: Very rarely. I wrote a Good Omens/Dirk Gently crossover and I wrote a Dirk Gently/Discworld crossover. I think that’s it. I do have an AU where Steve Rogers and Diana of Themiscyra are bros kicking around, but I don’t think I’m actually going to do anything with it. It’s mostly a layout and vibes.

Have I ever had a fic stolen?: Not that I’m aware of, but I don’t actually read much fic these days, so it’s entirely possible somebody has and I just haven’t seen it.

Have I ever had a fic translated?: Yes, several! Podficced as well. It’s always a delight.

Have I ever co written a fic?: nearly every Dirk Gently fic I wrote I co wrote with @princessparadoxical. Between published fic and unpublished layouts and notes for fic, we wrote about 500,000 words for Dirk Gently.

A WIP I’ll never finish: Claireverse. Absolutely Claireverse. Every other WIP in my arsenal, I entertain ideas of getting it finished, but Claireverse is never happening.

Writing strengths: Definitely dialogue. Dialogue is one of the things I do really well. I also think I’m moderately good at getting a character voice right.

Writing weaknesses: ACTION SCENES. There’s a reason @punkpuppydragon wrote all the action scenes in Revenant.

Do I like foreign language dialogue: It’s got a time and a place. I use it when I think it’s necessary, but I always provide translations.

First fandom I wrote for: it’s gotta be Star Wars. like, I can’t PROVE that it was Star Wars, I don’t remember what my first fic was, but the odds are EXTREMELY high that it was Star Wars.

Favorite fic I’ve written: This is kinda cheating, but to me the main arc of Revenant is One Story. I can’t really disentangle one from the other. So I’m gonna say the main arc of Revenant. It’s the hardest I’ve ever worked on anything, potentially including my masters.

Tagging @dont-offend-the-bees, @kieren-fucking-walker, and anybody else who may be interested!

[evilmenenjoyer]

Tag Game: Character Profile

Rules: fill out the information for one of your OCs!

Nobody tagged me lol

I'm gonna be doing this for my OC who's the main character of my WIP Pas de Trois (aka the threesome fic), but in the fic she may be nameless and some of the physical descriptions may be omitted because I'm still not sure if I wanna commit and go full OC or if I want to make it kind of a x reader. However, when I write and outline, this is who I picture in my mind.

I'm tagging @scaratrina (feel free to do this with as many OCs as you'd like, but obviously I'd love to see Yekaterina!). idk what other mutuals of mine have OCs, but if you do pleaseee feel free to steal this and tag me so I can see it!

Name: Angelica [listen I'm very fickle with picking names for my OCs and at the moment I'm looking at all the surnames I had in mind and hating all of them, so she'll just be Angelica No Last Name until I figure it out]

Nickname: None really. She wouldn't mind Angie, but other than some extended family no one calls her that. N/iragi calls her Ballerina (derogatory), which eventually becomes Ballerina (affectionate).

Species: Human

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: Again since I'm in a constant state of "this is a reader story, no it's not it's a OC" I didn't really commit to a FC or to many details about her appearance, but I do have features I picture her with when I write the story. Long, thick wavy dark hair that poofs and gets huge very easily if she doesn't keep it in check, often styled into a bun. Thick eyebrows, dimples on her cheeks. Body-wise, she's thin but athletic as a result of exercise as well as trying hard to adhere to the strict beauty standards in the ballet world, but she's never quite been able to achieve the ultra-thin image that she grew up wishing for.

Occupation: Principal dancer at a ballet company.

Family: Her most significant family members are her parents, who she still lives with (yeah it's a little bit about emotional dependency, but also have you seen rent prices in New York?). Her father, Anthony, is a lawyer, a really busy guy but he was once a man with a fascination for exploring the world. He traveled around, learned a bunch of languages, met people all over. One of those people was a young, promising ballerina in New York City named Victoria.

He began sponsoring her career, because he loved art and she was a striking dancer. Getting her pregnant wasn't part of the plan. The two decided to keep the baby and settle down, but it was a bad decision for both. She missed being able to dedicate herself fully to ballet, and he missed his freedom. Domestic life didn't suit them, their attraction to each other faded over time, and the child became a burden they were now stuck with. Angelica is, on some level, aware that she's unwanted by both.

Pets: Odette, a 5 year old ragdoll cat. She's very sweet, just likes to lay around and be brushed.

Best Friend: What friends lol

Describe their room: It's probably less girly and delicate than you would expect from a woman who makes being a ballerina her entire identity. Accent brick wall, mostly neutral colors save for a small pop of color from the fuzzy rug or a blanket. Her bed is pushed up against the window that's right by the fire escape, where she likes to hang out sometimes like it's a tiny balcony. There's a large mirror and some open space to do her stretches in the morning. She's also not the tidiest, and though she tries to keep the room organized you can often find her bag, pointe shoes, Vogue magazines or books scattered around the floor.

Way of speaking: She's expressive, and finds it hard to disguise from her face or voice when she's feeling annoyed, upset or angry. In those cases, her tone tends to get harsher and higher-pitched.

Physical Characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): Dance gave her impeccable posture as well as a fluidity of movement that she carries outside of the studio into her everyday life. Because of this, she often looks confident and graceful even when she's feeling the opposite.

Items in their bag/purse: Keys, her phone, headphones, a book that she keeps telling herself she'll read but never does. There's also her ballet bag where she carries her shoes, a bottle of water, hair supplies (bobby pins, hair ties or a claw clip), as well as some stretching tools.

Hobbies: I don't know if I would consider ballet a hobby, since it is her job as well as a skill she wants to perfect, not necessarily something she does for fun. But she does genuinely enjoy dancing when she's not under so much pressure. She has many hobbies that she doesn't have time for anymore: reading, watching movies, playing chess. She likes listening to music in the subway when going to or from somewhere, finding that time peaceful and therapeutic.

Favorite sport: Ballet OF COURSE, if you tell her it's not a sport she'll hit you.

Abilities/talents/powers: Dancing; she works hard, and she knows she's really good at it. Perfect technique, and she makes it look easy. Having such a strong background in ballet helps her excel at other athletic skills such as running, balance, and endurance. On the flip side, she believes that's the only thing she knows how to do.

Relationships (how they are with other people): oof let's unpack this by first going over her most important relationships:

Father: they had a stronger bond when she was younger. He liked playing games with her and teaching her things. However as time went on, he began getting tired of the domestic life until he all but gave up in putting any effort into it, making Angelica feel abandoned and like she had done something wrong. He became distant, always busy and uninterested. Now, they seem to only have awkward conversations about generic topics.

Mother: Victoria isn't so much a mother to Angelica but more like her coach. She introduced her to ballet and trained her very strictly in their small home studio, pushing her too hard. She accepts nothing but perfection, and the consequences were severe when Angelica didn't perform up to her standards. She wants her daughter to live out her dream, and at the same time resents her for having all the opportunities that were denied to her after her pregnancy.

Put that together into a woman who already doesn't socialize much outside from work, and you get someone who's basically incapable of forming healthy bonds. She's extremely goal-oriented and often treats people as props, competition, or simply obstacles in her way. She has a few casual, distant friendships - the kind that she enjoys their company (although she finds it difficult to let them get too close), but she'd also sell them to Satan for the main part in an upcoming show if she had the opportunity.

She's drawn to people that possess the two things she's the most familiar with: emotional unavailability (C/hishiya), and cruelty (N/iragi). She sees excessive kindness as a sign that someone is too soft, not realizing that she could use a little bit of softness once in a while. That's not to say she can't be kind or feel empathy for others, but when you grow up feeling like you constantly have to be protecting yourself against a potential attack, that's hard to show to just anyone.

Fears: FAILURE!!!! Being good isn't enough for her; she wants to be great, she wants to be one of the best. And her greatest fear would be to fail at that, to simply live a mediocre, unremarkable life.

Faults: Where do I even begin. Excessive ambition as described above. She's extremely competitive and intense about it (doesn't matter if it's just a board game, or if said competition is something she 100% made up in her head). Perfectionist, and as a result of it she can be bossy and overly critical both of herself and others. Selfish and self-centered. She also envies those who she sees as better than her.

Good points: All that ambition can be too much, sure, but it also makes her into a very driven, disciplined and determined person. If there's something she wants, she goes after it and isn't afraid to face challenges head-on. That kind of drive and passion can be contagious, in the occasions she decides to share it. She's also clever and resourceful, able to find creative solutions to solve problems.

What they want more than anything else: To be a successful ballet dancer, widely known for her talent.

[triscribeaucollection]

Hi! For the writing asks: ✨ and 🌷?

Hi Crystal! Your timing is perfect, and I'm gonna combine these to ramble about my topic of the evening: Justice League Unlimited plays Wolfen and Warlocks

✨ - newest wip / 🌷 - writing achievement you want to brag about

Some of the stone elementals charged forward to throw punches. Others cracked and split the ground, making it harder to approach them by foot. The biggest one, guarding the portal, created a ring of spikes to better protect it.

And Clark’s friends proved exactly why an RPG was the best choice for them to play, rather than a card or board game.

Wally annoyed different targets into following him into range of Diana’s fists. John pinned others in place for Shayera to strike and destroy. Clark and J’onn cast magical shields and restored health points, keeping everyone else moving, and when Bruce’s fairy reached the others to share what he’d learned about the portal’s crystal power source, the seven of them formed up seamlessly to go after it.

Even better, they all clearly had fun doing so.

And *I* had *immense* fun writing this nonsense, okay?

Picking out races, abilities, and stats for each of the seven, figuring out how to balance them against one another through the game encounter, picking the exact worst possible moment for Bruce roll a 1 and almost hit Wally's character instead of the final boss, which he is absolutely never going to live down, that's gonna become the running joke for however many chapters this thing goes:

Flash: "You missed! He was three feet in front of you, how could you miss-!"

Batman: "Shut. Up."

Flash: =D

But of course I've already determined how I'm going to have more fun with it, by bringing in Zatanna to play Storymaster so Clark isn't pulling double duty. And she gets invested, my dudes, full on spooky voice reading the intro blurbs, using magic to make a veil of mist around her spot at the table, bringing the map and character tokens to life for a bit of flair, so on and so forth

There will be other superheroes who get interested. Further interactions in twos and threes as the game spreads through the League. Robin hears about all this and pesters Batman to teach him to play, and between the two of them at home it basically turns into an extra training exercise, Bruce making use of the 'solve a mystery' aspect woven into most pre-made campaigns to teach Tim some more detective skills (this being the DCAU and not comics continuity)

I might even have Alfred insist on hosting one night, just so he gets to lay eyes on Bruce opening up his walls bit with friends- sorry, *cough*, colleagues. Tim will of course get to join in, and does NOT hesitate to grab the "You Missed!" joke and run with it like the little gremlin he deserves to be. Dick and Babs will be beyond delighted when he lets it slip to them as well >:D

And this is like. Full circle, for me. Rather emotional, when I think about it.

Few years back I was writing a scene for a story in a whole other fandom, and decided the kid main character and his best friend needed to be distracted from ongoing misfortune in the form of a new adult friend teaching them to play a D&D knockoff game. I didn't want to use *actual* Dungeons and Dragons, because where's the fun in that, but I felt I needed some actual Thing to use as reference rather than purely winging it. And thus, Wolfen and Warlocks was born.

Now, rather than making things up as I went along for that fic, I've got the Actual Game to reference, or at least all the materials meant for the first edition of it. Not put together or published, yet, but that's only because I'm still beta testing with the help of various friends - including @yogurtbear242, Player The First who gave the best reactions to unexpected developments and was an all around good sport despite not ever having played a tabletop rpg before, in-person or online:

(Everybody salute Bear for being a wonderful crash test dummy)

And now! I get to put the Justice League's founding members through the same shenanigans!!

Self-indulgence *and* self-promotion at it's finest x)

[cedarbranch]

PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THE PACIFIC RIM FIC!

EHEHEHE I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!

i have... such a strange little relationship with this wip. it's literally a complete 40k draft that i abandoned after the first round of edits, then returned to to edit a bit more after a year or so, then returned to AGAIN to poke at after another year or two... literally i have always planned to post it eventually, i don't know what keeps Happening!! (actually, i'm looking back at it now and most of the sidebar comments i have marked just say shit like "hmmm" or "fix this" with ZERO specification of what to do differently so. probably That keeps happening.)

anyway, the process of writing this fic was primarily an exercise in split pov, distinguishing narrative voices, and intertwining storylines for different characters! it was a lot of fun, i have never written anything else quite like it. the premise is that newt, hermann, raleigh, mako, and tendo all meet in an airport when their flights are delayed, and thus newt/hermann and mako/raleigh romances are born. plus tendo is there ❤️ it features some truly impressive run-on sentences from newt's pov, five bilinguals who have varying degrees of beef with each other's accents, and my darling dear underhyped fave, caitlin lightcap (in small doses). here, have a teaser:

“What held you up out there? Dr. Gottlieb finally hit you with that cane? He was lookin’ like he wanted to all night.” “Hit me? No way,” Newt scoffs. “Try hit on me. The dude loves me. I mean, that’s understandable, I’ve pretty much reached the maximum level of awesomeness that you can pack into one human, but no, dude, trust me, beneath all that prickly pseudo-British exterior?” Newt wiggles his eyebrows. “He’s into it. Totally.” Tendo studies him. “You ever take an intro psych class, Newt?” “‘Course I did, I got a degree in neuro, dude.” That class had been kind of weird, given that half the time they were discussing things which Newt had been diagnosed with, but still interesting. As for its relevance to this conversation— “Then you should know when I’m talking about when I say: that, my friend, is called projection.”  Tendo’s a quick son of a bitch, Newt has to give him that. “Whatever,” Newt says airily. “It’ll be true one day. I can make that happen. Just you wait.” “In your dreams, Geiszler.” Newt pulls his laptop out of his backpack. He can’t use it until they reach cruising altitude, because stupid arbitrary rules are stupid, but he’s got homework to do if he wants to prove Tendo wrong. And he intends to do it. Fifty minutes later, he’s reading through a research paper by Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, and my, my, my. This is some well-written shit. Newt disagrees with half of it.  This is going to be so much fun.

god, i do still love this fic huh. maybe it's about time for that every-few-years round of edits... maybe this time i could ACTUALLY post it???

[djarins-cyare]

Get to Know Me (tag game)

Thanks @burntheedges and @sydneyinacoma for the tags! 💖

I guess I don’t post much about myself on here, so behold the mystery of Jyar’ika revealed under the cut (because I waffle and didn't wanna take up y’all’s dashes)…

Ahh space to include GIFs (*is happy*)...

1. Were you named after anyone? Hmm, that’s a sneaky way to get a name reveal outta me. Alright, I don’t mind… apparently one of the hosts on Blue Peter (the longest-running children’s TV show in the world - you’re not getting an age reveal outta me too!) had a baby just before I was born. Why my parents were watching a children’s TV show I have no idea, but this host evidently wrote/sang some kinda song on air about calling her baby daughter Jemma with a J not Gemma with a G. So I was named after a terribly trite and obscure TV reference that nobody will ever remember. You may call me Jem if you wish, my friends all do, and if you’re bothering to read this then you’re in that category.

(If you're wondering about the GIF, the show was always broadcast live and they had several pets. The outtakes are numerous.)

2. When was the last time you cried? I think I’m weird… I don’t tend to cry? Or only if I’m really really upset. Maybe I’m Cameron Diaz in The Holiday? So yeah, I can’t actually remember 🤔.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, although it’s a fairly recent decision to not have them. I spent much of my life assuming I wanted kids until I realised I had been conditioned by society to think I did. Since I started considering what I genuinely want and need in my life, I’ve never been happier! I'd make an exception to adopt a certain little green guy, though.

4. What sports do you play/have played? Ugh, I hate questions like this. Nope, I’m a lazy asshole and now you all know it 🫣. I mean, I activity-hopped throughout my school years (gymnastics, karate, soccer), but these days I live in front of a computer. My exercise is lugging 24 bottles of water up 4 flights of stairs twice a week.

5. Do you use sarcasm? I’m British. Sarcasm is my mother tongue.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I’m the least observant person ever! So voices a lot of the time, I think. Pretty sure that’s why something clicked inside me as soon as Din Djarin spoke his first on-screen words.

7. What’s your eye color? Depends on the light, but somewhere between dark blue and grey.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I’m an absolute wuss when it comes to scary movies, so I don’t put myself through that. Also, the literature student in me desperately wants to point out that these things are not mutually exclusive, as you can have scary movies with happy endings, so a more appropriate ‘either/or’ scenario would be tragedies or happy endings. But either way, I will say no to the former and yes to the latter. I dislike making myself feel scared or sad – I consume fiction (in all formats) to feel good, so I’ll always look for the positive. I’m currently experimenting to see if I can write a massively angsty fic, and it was supposed to be done by the New Year, but I’m struggling. I will also have to include one of those open-ended ‘maybe it could work out after all’ epilogues. I just can’t leave my characters in pain.

9. Any talents? Not sure what constitutes a talent… I can sing, play guitar, write a longass Din Djarin fanfic that people seem quite keen on, uh… cook, I guess (though I rarely bother), understand quite a few languages (less proficient at speaking them). I’m sort of a jack of all trades, master of none. I would say I have a talent for procrastination – I can complete a whole workday and get barely anything of substance done!

10. Where were you born? In a village outside a town in Surrey, England. It's only about 30 miles from London. Lots of trees. Very dull. I left as soon as I could.

11. What are your hobbies? Writing is my main obsession, specifically Din Djarin-related, of course. Also reading (same genre). Throughout my entire life I’ve enjoyed stories in all formats – reading, writing, watching, listening, proofreading the fuck out of them – so if it’s a good yarn, I’ll have a good time.

12. Do you have any pets? Not currently, my landlord won’t allow it. I used to own 3 rats who were the most adorable boys and so smart – they knew their names, responded to commands, liked to snuggle. When I can finally buy my own place I’ll probably get a dog, as I like pets that listen to you, even if only sporadically. I had a very non-communicative chameleon once. He was called Minion. He was not a good minion.

13. How tall are you? 5’4. Not tiny, but sometimes I have to go up on my tippytoes to reach stuff.

14. Favorite subject in school? English literature (see hobbies question above). When I got to university and enrolled on an English lit/lang degree, I tried to take as many literature courses and avoid the language ones. It wasn’t until years after graduating when I started proofing/editing and writing more seriously that I developed a respect for all the mandatory language courses I had to do. I also liked media studies and film studies; you can guess why. Psychology was interesting too, it’s good to understand human nature if you want to write realistic characters.

15. Dream job? I wish I could write novels for a living. It’s a goal as well as a dream. I know a couple of authors who’ve self-published via Kindle Direct Publishing (I proofread/edited for one of them), and they were successful enough to turn that into their careers. They keep encouraging me to try, although I’m currently in my ‘obsessed with Din Djarin so just writing fanfic to develop my authorial voice’ era. When my obsession wanes, as obsessions inevitably do, I’ll hopefully feel ready to write something original and take my shot. But I’m not pressuring myself, and right now I’m happy attempting to entertain the Mandalorian fan community. I feel safe here 💖

Now I know I’m supposed to tag people since that’s the point of a tag game… but I’m that autistic kid in the corner who is too shy and worried about tagging people who might not reply. So I’m foregoing tags today. But, if you’ve bothered to read this and you haven't already played: TAG YOU’RE IT! That’s me tagging you, please take it seriously and thank me for your tag in your own post (I will be genuinely thrilled if anybody does this, and I’m sending advance love to anyone who does – you don’t know how much it means to someone autistic to have the decision-making element dealt with for them). So go on, now it’s your turn!