#obvs that can and probably should be platonically

[winterprince601]

jonerys is, in concept, very funny. two targaryens left in the entire world x they could have literally anyone else x but no this aunt MUST marry her nephew x targaryens try not to commit incest challenge - EASY MODE- failed x

[pegging-satan]

OK SO LISTEN Tachihara x Tanizaki x Twain

MY FAVOURITE UNDERRATED GINGER BOY ALLIANCE

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

id lovee to hear ur rankings of the comic book men from appearing to be the most normal to something is obviously wrong w them (if that makes sense... like,,,, who is and isnt an obv red flag)

ur writing keeps me fed :3

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐒…

!!! GN reader, manipulation, gaslighting, mentions of stalker-ish picture-taking, mentions of schizophrenia and anxiety, poor treatment of mental illness, mentions of violent behaviors, murderous Bucky Barnes, Tim Drake (he’s just a problem), mentions of suicidal tendencies, can be translated as platonic or romantic.

EAAAAATT!!!!! EEEEAAAAATTTT!!!!!!!!! EAT MY WRITING!!!! CONSUME IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Remember, this is from least to most, meaning we’ll talk about the seemingly well-adjusted folks first and gradually move up to the, “okay, what the fuck is wrong with him” peeps.

Wally West: The way he’s playing everyone like a fiddle is downright disrespectful. He’s filled to the brim with green flags, easily appearing as one of the safest guys on the planet. Even when you start to suspect something, you have to constantly second guess yourself, because come on… it’s Wally. What the fuck can he do wrong? Don’t even bother voicing any of your concerns. No one — and I mean no one — will believe you. Having problems with Wally West? The embodiment of a warm summer evening? Damn, that sounds like a you problem. Poor Wally, having to deal with a crazy weirdo.

Dick Grayson: He’s got an amazing personality and pretty privilege working for him. At this rate, the masses manipulate themselves. Only those who are extremely perceptive will pick up on the cold glint in his eyes, and even then, the mystique only adds to his charm. By the time you realize he’s been hiding a darker side, it’s too late. Everyone’s too captivated by how endearing Dick is to hear you out. Even those who know him personally — who know about his struggles and rough patches — think you’re full of shit. Dick’s an emotionally mature man, so why don’t you just talk it out with him?

Steve Rogers: This is a bit unfair, considering the leverage he’s granted as Captain America, but hey… work what you got. While it may seem obvious to you that he’s way too overbearing and protective, good luck trying to get other people on your side. Everyone else thinks it’s a part of his 40s charm. Social norms were just different back then; why can’t you be more appreciative of his old-fashioned care? Besides, you’re probably overreacting. Is it really that bad? Steve is the leader of the Avengers, so maybe you’re just taking his authoritative demeanor the wrong way.

Clark Kent: I’m gonna be so for real, any man from a fuckass state like Kansas is going to come with some personality quirks. People will probably give him the benefit of the doubt by default. Just a farm boy trying to navigate the big city and can’t even hurt a fly. Sure, he can be odd at times, but nothing makes him an inherently bad guy. This is the same man that helps old people cross the street, for god’s sake! He most definitely means well, it’s just a matter of setting boundaries with him. What’s the worst he can do?

Remy LeBeau: Despite what differing opinions may say about The Gambit, Remy seems like he’s got his head on his shoulders. His “red flags” are more on the blurry side. Do you count excessive flirting as a red flag? What about hiding behind charisma and a fake ego instead of going to therapy? Some people may say yes, others no. But in terms of glaring red flags, Remy’s relatively clean. We’ve all got our issues, no? Being a thief doesn’t make you a psycho. That being said, due to Remy’s shifty past, people may be more inclined to listen should you ever express that something’s wrong.

Peter Parker: Honestly… he’s a bit of a weirdo. Nothing obvious at first, but the longer you know him, the more behaviors you may pick up on that make you go, “oh… well… that’s weird”. Take his Polaroid obsession, for example. He’s got at least one photo in every jacket pocket, dozens in his wallet, and a fuck ton in his desk. Poor guy accidentally spilled them all over the ground once, which naturally sparked rumors. But Peter’s a sweetheart. Clingy, but still a sweetheart. Maybe he’s just a little messed up due to everything he’s lost in his life.

Bruce Wayne: Okay. Red flags in the playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne? Absolutely unheard of. He’s an absolute angel. According to all of the stan accounts out there, he could do nothing wrong. But red flags in the real Bruce Wayne? Where do we even begin. Distrusting as fuck, paranoid, argumentative, the occasional fit of violence, a known manipulator and liar… want me to keep going, because I can. It’s very hard to rank Bruce due to the ginormous contrast between general public opinion and those who actually know him, so he goes smack in the middle. Billionaire Bruce Wayne would never be a horrible person to you, but the real Bruce Wayne 100% would.

Jaime Reyes: Because of how mental illness is stigmatized, Jaime’s unfortunately labeled to be dangerous. But it’s not really his fault. That damn scarab has him muttering to himself like a crackhead, and naturally assumptions will be made. When actually given a chance, people will learn that Jaime’s a nice kid. He just probably struggles with schizophrenia or really bad anxiety. Yes, his paranoia can get bad, but again; mental illness. He’s never proven himself to a threat, despite what others may think. He just needs help (but there’s no way to combat the manipulation of Khaji Da. Jaime lost that battle the moment he became Blue Beetle).

Hal Jordan: Oh, yeah. He’s got red flags alright. But they’re mostly normal ones, like his ego and horrendous stubborn streak. Lots of guys out there are like that, and are they considered freaks? No. Well, not all of them. However, it is a bit concerning that he’s willing to throw hands at the drop of a hat. Bro’s one major freak out away from catching assault charges like they’re Pokémon. But if it’s any consolation, it should be noted that he hasn’t gotten into major legal trouble. On Earth. Yet. Some call him rough around the edges, others call him a severely troubled individual. Either way, he definitely needs to seek professional help.

Scott Summers: MAJOR red flags. He’s an overbearing control freak that really needs to work on his… well… his everything. Emotional intelligence, temper, daddy issues… yeah, no. He’s an amazing leader, but probably someone you should steer clear from otherwise. Most wouldn’t be surprised if you two were having issues. It’s not like he wears all of his problems on his sleeve; the iceberg goes much deeper than that. Though he sure as hell doesn’t present himself as a well-adjusted member of society. Proceed at your own risk. Don’t say you weren’t warned, because you probably were.

Bucky Barnes: This is the opposite of Captain America’s case. His reputation as the Winter Soldier kind of skews the perception of him to be a walking red flag. And you know, he really is. Bucky is extremely dangerous. Down to snap necks anytime, anywhere, no amount of charm or endearing quirks will make people feel fully safe around him. His history of violence did not stop post-brainwashing. And it’s not like he’s hiding it, either. There’s this crazed gleam in his eyes that just screams “fuck around and find out,” no matter what his mood is. Who in their right mind would involve themself with THE Winter Soldier?! Yeah, no shit you’re having issues with him. He is an issue.

Tim Drake: Bro is the epitome of “you’re scaring the hoes.” He could be walking down the street — face neutral, hands in his pockets — and total strangers will get the sense that something is deeply wrong with him. The aura around him exudes the reddest of flags. Yes, his face and intelligence are attractive, but even those who have fallen for his pretty boy swag can’t help but sigh dreamily and think, “he really needs to be institutionalized.” Disturbing humor. Creepy staring. Mood swings. Suicidal tendencies. Sadomasochism to the max. The list goes on and on and on. If Dead Dove: Do Not Eat was a person, it’d be him. What were you expecting? It’s Tim fucking Drake.

[cutielights]

hii!

i read your mikey x twin!reader and i wondered if you could do the same thing with donnie???

thank you and drink some water!!

-🚗

🚗 Anon! Hello again! I’d be happy too!

Tw: none

Mikey’s Version

Donnie + Twin! Reader (platonic obvs)

Being the exact same or polar opposites mostly (for the sake of this I’m saying you guys are similar)

Either route, the sarcasm levels are through the roof

The most autistic turtles in the lair

Feelings? Hot, Cold, Hungry, Tired.

Dr Feelings is your guys’ worst enemy

Constantly trying to out-do each other

It becomes a running gag

Stimming

Picking up on each others stims

Now you also scratch your arms when nervous

Laughing at the completely wrong times (autism W, I do this too)

Refusing to admit you feel emotions

“Are you crying?”

“Maybe you should look at yourself.”

*Cue touching your face, only to be met with strangely wet cheeks.*

Info dumping to each-other

Stuck as the middle children ™️

Carrying stim toys in pockets

Or forcing Leo to carry them in his pouch

He probably already carries them anyway tbh

Being picky eaters

The textures dude mushy food can go burn in hell

Sharing the weighted blanket on movie nights

Thank god it’s big enough for both of you

You had a smaller one, but Raph got tired of you guys arguing over who got it every movie night

So he got a bigger one

Thanks Raphie <3

[the-writing-mobster]

Where I can read your fics? They seem pretty interesting!

Thank you for the ask, love! Fic links, anyone?

You can find all of my fics on Ao3! I need to make an actual like... Official link post, don't I? I used to have one pinned but other things take priority.

So I guess I'll sprinkle the links to my fics here for your immediate viewing pleasure instead of sending you on a wild goose chase ;)

IMPORTANT NOTE — A lot of my fics are locked so only people with confirmed AO3 accounts can read them. This is because of AI scraping, obvs. TMDG is the only one that I think is unlocked since it's fairly new. But it'll eventually get locked as well.

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| The What Do You Want Duology | 🥀 💀 |

(YWIW, the sequel, still lies unfinished, unfortunately, but WDYW is completed and currently under revisions!)

Summary (for those still not in the know):

Frisk spent most of her life fighting to survive in a cruel world where her only upper hand was her soul's Determination and her feminine charms. After angering the most dangerous man in her life, she is thrown down into Hell to be ripped apart and destroyed by the demons said to inhabit it. With her soul refusing to give up, of course she survives.

However, when she is taken hostage by the infamous Gaster brothers, she finds herself trapped in the strange, abyssal gaze of Sans the Skeleton. With political and sexual tensions on the rise, can these two work through their differences? Or will they forever be asking each other, "What Do You Want?"

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| Baby Face - UF Highschool AU | 💖 🤘🏻 |

Technically an au based off of my characterizations of the UF characters in wdyw. This one is tooth rottingly sweet and set in a surface Ebbott City in the 90s. Inspo was movies like Clueless & the documentary Kid 90. I actually loved this story so much I completely reworked it and turned it into an original novel.

Important to note that this fic isn't really a romance. It's more about platonic love and friendships than it is about Frans romance.

Summary:

Seniors should not date freshmen. No matter what. Not even if the freshman is hot. Not even if the freshman says it's ok. Not even if the freshman makes moves. That’s the mantra Sans lives by, and even though Frisk, one of the cutest girls according to all of his friends, catches a crush of epic proportions on him, he makes it a point to keep his distance. She’ll thank him later.

Or

Sans is in a rock band and Frisk has a big ole unrequited crush on him.

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| The Most Dangerous Game | 💙 🔪 💔 |

The dreaded serial killer dead dove fic we've all been raving about recently!!!

It's important to note that this one isn't a romance. They are (albeit obsessive) enemies through and through.

Summary:

Frisk Starling should've been used to cases like these. After all, it was her duty to investigate. Give the victims their voice back, catch the sick freak who did it and give the broken families the justice she couldn’t have for herself.

That is until a string of murders throughout the tristate area begin to appear. Women used like toys, mutilated and disposed of for the cops and journalists to find with only the tiniest slivers of useless evidence and the glaring fact that all the women...

Every…

Single…

One…

Look almost exactly like her… Frisk begins to wonder if maybe… the monster she's hunting down has turned her into the hunted.

And God, does she make the most exhilarating, delicious prey yet…

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Honorable mention One Shots:

| The Witch, The Judge & the 3 Card Gamble | ♠️♥️♣️ |

Probably my best prose ever. Genuinely.

Summary:

After suffering a gruesome bullet to the ribs, the vengeful Witch hovers over a dying fire, praying her campsite isn’t spotted by vagabonds who’d surely make her pay for existing…

But as a shadow blots out the stars if not for the two red pricks of light glaring her down, she fears her true nightmares have come to claim her after all; The Grim Reaper, the judge of her fate.

And she doesn’t like her odds.

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| We'll See - Christmas Rom Com | 🎄 💕 |

I wrote this as a secret Santa present to @themsource. It is very cute and fucking funny if I do say so myself. It puts the comedy in Romantic Comedy.

Summary:

Sans has some inhibitions about Christmas, clouded with cynicism and bitterness. But if there's anyone to make him have a change of heart, it's Frisk; Ebbot City's own Little Miss Mother Teresa.

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��️ HONORABLE MENTION SMUT ONE SHOTS ☣️

| French Kisses | Smut | 🫧💓 |

Summary: Sans has landed a well-paying position as a senior accountant and Frisk has a few ideas on how to reward him — one of those ideas involves a French Maid dress.

| The Librarian's Assistant | Smut | 📚💓 |

This one was pretty steamy...

Summary: Frisk's days working as a librarian can get pretty quiet and repetitive... Until a new patron with an obvious infatuation with her starts becoming a regular visitor.

Eventually she can't help herself...

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I hope you are satisfied with my thorough answer! If you do end up reading, I'd love to hear from you again on your thoughts! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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[solar-halos]

odesta week. day #1: modern au monday

summary: annie and finnick engage in some crazy funky shenanigans after a concert

3k, odesta fluff, modern au. also some johannie in the beginning (as a treat) but obv this is odesta endgame. concert they attended isn’t explicitly mentioned but know in ur heart it’s chappell roan

“Wanna do something fun?”

Annie was not expecting Johanna to say anything, so her next opened mouth kiss lands directly on her chin. Oops. The club lights bathe them in swathes of purples and pinks, which complements the lipstick stains on Johanna’s neck. 

“Huh?” Annie asks. It’s a fair question—she thought all this making out they were doing was the fun part. 

In Annie’s opinion, it couldn’t get better than this. It’s not everyday you get to see your favorite artist’s favorite artist live and in concert, and it’s also not everyday that hot people choose to strike up a conversation with her.

Johanna and Finnick are hot. And, even better, they were the ones who turned around and started asking her questions right after they caught her eye in line. Maybe they just really liked her vibes. Peeta and Katniss were accompanying Annie, too, but anyone with a sixth sense could tell that they weren’t really down with throuples.

Annie would be so down for a throuple. Need she remind you that Johanna and Finnick are fucking hot.

Annie had no idea what the fuck a man was doing at this concert, but she already knew she was a goner as soon as Johanna offered Annie a vape she procured from her tits. Annie was ready to dive in. 

And she did—kinda. Eventually. The concert venue was crackling with sick beats and (courtesy of Johanna) simmering sexual tension. Hands on hips, bustier against bustier—it was like they’d known each other for a thousand lifetimes (Annie didn’t even know Johanna’s last name). Then the concert ended, and they were walking out together, and that was all the flirting time Johanna needed to convince Annie that they should start locking lips. 

Speaking of locking lips, how come they’re not doing that right now?

Right. Johanna wanted to do something fun. Annie pulls away and gives Johanna her undivided attention. Well—as undivided as it can be with all the pulsing lights and upbeat music and enthusiastic dancing going around all around them. 

��You’re so cuddly,” Johanna says. Annie is suddenly hyper aware of the fact that she’s not even sitting in her bar stool anymore. Oops. She had no idea that she was trying to drape herself over Johanna, so she pulls away. “I think my friend Finnick would really like that.”

My friend Finnick. As if he needed an introduction. That was the guy who was standing by Johanna’s side in line the entire time they were waiting for the concert to start. In an ideal world, Annie would have been sandwiched between their locked lips, but she had to play it cool. Chances are he’s just one of the girls. 

Or maybe not. They looked like they were having a pretty intense argument the moment the concert ended, making pointed gestures at Annie, but Annie’s own friends were pretty good at distracting her from their (hopefully) platonic lovers quarrel. 

Katniss and Peeta tapped out after the first club. Annie kept going, especially when Johanna’s hands kept wandering lower and lower and lower until Finnick stopped shooting her weird-looking glances altogether. 

“Does Finnick like me?” Annie demands, excitement blooming in her chest. That’s so hot. “Like, does he wanna be with me?”

“Probably,” Johanna replies. She fixes Annie with a glare that looks almost wistful, then gives her a hard kiss on the mouth as a parting gift. “I need post-coital cigarettes. Not cuddles.”

“Oh.” She starts nudging Johanna away now, too, because she doesn’t even smoke. “Good thing you figured that out about us. I would’ve never guessed.”

Johanna raises her pierced eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Annie leans back and studies her. She has pink hair that’s molded into spiky tendrils and a glittering constellation of nose piercings. Annie’s eyes flick down to her bustier and leather pants.

“I don’t like making assumptions about people,” Annie says, as if she hadn’t been thinking with her dick the entire time. 

“Get the fuck out of here,” Johanna replies good naturedly, her own lipstick smeared all across the dimples on her cheek. 

Annie stumbles out of her seat. She’s not even drunk. Not since the first club, at least, but they’ve cycled through so many that she finally registers that her feet ache in her stilettos. Why doesn’t anyone ever talk about the psychological repercussions of serving so much cunt all the time?

She starts her search for Finnick. It was harder to pick him out in the first couple clubs—and not just ‘cause Annie was preoccupied with Johanna—but they’ve officially transitioned out of Las Vegas’ queer scene and landed in dudebro territory. Finnick’s dark eyeliner and chipped red nail polish is really starting to stick out in the-only-club-that’s-still-open Nevada. 

Nevada. Road tripping from California with Peeta and Katniss hadn’t been ideal—Peeta’s car was probably never gonna fully recover from this—but desperate times called for desperate measures. Annie would have attended that concert if it was hosted in the middle of the goddamn ocean, wetsuit and chunky goggles and all.

“Finnick!” She finally finds him, and when she does, she does not hesitate to sit down next to him at the booth he’s at. She’s never been very good at figuring out what the fuck a social cue is, but he seems pretty happy to see her, so she takes that as her sign to keep going. “Hi!”

“Hi,” he says, so softly that the music nearly eats his reply whole. His cheeks flush.

He’s pretty. The dark liner dragging across his under eye would look harsh on anyone else, but she’s suddenly obsessed with all this eye contact he’s making with her. His coppery hair drapes over his shoulders, the soft waves curling right over the knot of his Adam’s apple.

Hot. 

Annie already knows so much about him. They spent a lot of time in line together, so she knows when he graduated high school (he’s only one year older, so the age gap won’t be very hard to defend at all) and where he’s from (California, too—good, ‘cause Annie didn’t wanna do long distance) and how he found out about the concert in the first place (Johanna was obsessed with the music first, then he followed in her footsteps, which Annie doesn’t really mind. She’s already compiling a playlist in her head that she thinks he’ll really like).

“Have you heard of this song?” Oh. It’s like he read her mind. He pulls out his phone, shuffling closer to her. Annie knows that he’s getting so close as an excuse to drown out the blaring music. She cuddles even closer, but she doesn’t have an excuse. She just likes cuddling—Johanna clocked that from a mile away.

Finnick does, too. He slides an arm around her waist and she sets her head on his shoulder the entire time they carefully curate playlists for each other. Annie can’t wait to listen to all the stuff he picked out for her on the way home.

“Favorite color?” Finnick asks, after they got all the soul-binding stuff out of the way, but he keeps giggling because Annie finally found the perfect angle to dot kisses to the underside of his chin. “Wait, let me guess,” he adds, and Annie thinks the only reason he even tacked that on in the first place is because he doesn’t want her lips off his skin. 

“Okay. Guess,” she says, punctuating the demand with another kiss.

He takes his time. Annie progresses to the corner of his mouth, but she doesn’t know if they’re ready for that yet, so she focuses her efforts on his cheek. He ducks his head to the side so that they’re looking each other in the face. No one’s ever looked more kissable.

“Blue,” he says. “Your favorite color is blue.”

“Kinda.” Now it’s his turn to start kissing her. He has a lot of skin to choose from—her bustier is teeny—but he keeps it nice and respectful at her jaw. Annie drags him down to her neck, butterflies erupting in her tummy. “Cerulean.”

“That counts. It’s blue.” He’s getting bolder. He crosses over to sternum territory, green eyes flicking up to hers, which would be sexy if it didn’t look like he was being charged with a crime. 

“Kiss me, please.” Maybe he was waiting for a verbal cue. Hot.

That’s apparently all it takes for him to get cocky. He smiles into her skin, lips dragging over her pulse in another hypnotizing kiss. “Don’t you wanna know my favorite color?”

She knows he doesn’t really mean it. She answers him anyway—she was in the mood to be played with.

“Red.” Like the color of his nails. Like the sky before a storm. His grin broadens, so she knows she’s right, but he obviously intends on teasing her. Two can play at this game. “Am I wrong? Maybe Johanna can give me a hint.”

His eyes get as stormy as his nails. He darts up from her chest, so Annie’s hands fly up to his cheeks to meet him in the middle. Their lips tangle together in a messy blur of spit and tongue, trying their best to map each other out. But, when Annie gets acclimated to the touch and heat and feel of him, she gets acclimated. 

So does he. They’re climbing into each other’s bones in no time.

Annie’s on top—on his lap, raking her acrylics through his waves—but she savors the pressure of his ringed fingers on her hips. Hard enough to bruise.

She angles her neck to the side. He gets the hint. She surveys the area while he gets to work, his chapped lips leaving goosebumps on her skin. She feels restless sitting still like this, even with all the friction his patchwork jeans have to offer. 

“Wanna dance?”

Once again, he takes the words straight out of her mouth. Annie leads the way, with Finnick trailing behind her so he can press more kisses to her neck. The intensity and intimacy of it all has her leaning back into him. Her skin tingles where his hands linger—her bustier, her hips, the whale tail peeking out of her skirt, then all the way back to her bustier again, his fingertips whispering all sorts of promises over her skin.

Annie’s never felt so respected. She feels secure, all tucked up between his arms and his lips. They move as one, united in heart and soul.

“Okay, everyone! Get the fuck out!”

The disco lights disappear, replaced by blinding fluorescents. The security guard up front is already ushering people toward the door. Is it seriously 2am already?

Finnick and Annie glance at each other. Lipstick stains on his neck, ring-shaped indents on hers. There’s no questioning who she’s going home with tonight, so she slips her hand into his and fishes her phone out of her purse with the other. Katniss was okay with leaving Annie with Johanna and Finnick under one condition: Annie had to send her frequent updates about her night.

you can’t fuck some rando you just met, Katniss replies, but it’s so much more than that. They weren’t just gonna fuck—they were gonna exchange souls. 

They pass by Johanna on the way out. She’s walking with someone else, a new layer of lipstick slathered over her face. She salutes them both as she and some girl climb into an Uber. 

Finnick and Annie look at each other again. And then they burst out laughing.

Anyway, Finnick isn’t a rando. He’s someone she knows on a personal and metaphorical level. He’s the sugarcubes in her coffee (he likes sweet drinks) and the training wheels on her bike (he never learned how to ride). She knows him more than she knows anyone on earth—including herself.

Annie doesn’t make it very far in her stilettos. They collapse on the curb so she can take a moment to rest. She takes this time to stare at him some more, absolutely in love with the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw.

She has her feet in his lap in no time, his fingers rubbing the tension out of her muscles. She has no idea how it happened, or who initiated the contact—it was as natural as the progression of their relationship. Taking care of each other is second nature by now. 

“I think I have some band aids in here,” he says, scrounging around his pockets. “Johanna’s platforms give her nasty blisters, even if she never says anything about it.”

He carefully smooths out a couple bandaids over the curve of her ankle. She sighs, snuggling into the warmth of his chest. He drapes an arm around her bare shoulders. 

“I left my extra shoes with Peeta. I knew I should have changed into them before he left.”

Finnick has her covered. He carries her around on his back, her strappy shoes dangling from her fingertips. She grins into his neck the entire way to the gas station.

The guy at the cash register throws them a weary look as they buy a bottle of tequila. They also throw in some chips and nacho cheese. All that dancing made Annie hungry. 

There’s a glob of cheese stuck to the corner of Finnick’s mouth. Annie knows her falsies must be horribly crooked by now, so she peels them off. Usually, she thinks littering sucks, but there’s something in the air tonight that’s making her feel silly. 

“Wanna make a wish?” she asks. 

He takes her seriously. He stares at the clump of falsies in her hand for a long moment. He kisses her knuckles, informing her that he made his wish, so she lets the lashes go.

“What’d you wish for?”

“You,” he says. “Can’t get more specific, or else it won’t come true.”

It’s just the right blend of sappy and secretive that makes her heart melt. Loving and being loved has always been an intense, cosmic ordeal for Annie. She’ll never look at the color red the same way, will never pick up black eyeliner without thinking of him first. 

Finnick keeps rubbing over the ring on his finger—the one with the blue, glowing center—and Annie bets it’s because she mentioned it’s her favorite. His cheeks are perpetually rosy pink, even without the tequila. He even stares at her like she’s responsible for the stars aligning. 

“I love you,” he says, as softly as the fingers he has in her hair.

Her breath catches in her throat. He loves her.

“I love you,” she replies. She can’t imagine a time where she didn’t. “You’re not on anything, are you? ‘Cause I’m not.”

He holds up the barely tapped into tequila. Annie shrugs. “That doesn’t count,” she tells him. “I’m on that, too. And I loved you way before.”

He smiles at her. Annie’s never felt prettier. “Okay. If I do something weird, promise you’ll hear me out?”

Annie nods. She’s not even worried.

He nods back, extracting his hands from her hair. His knee suddenly bounces up and down and up and down. “Okay,” he repeats, then unstacks all of his rings so he can slide the blue one off his finger. Annie’s favorite. 

He holds it out to her, the bejeweled part facing her.

“Think of it as a promise,” he says. Annie brushes a stray piece of hair out of his face. “I mean—I can’t stop thinking about how perfectly this fell into place. Even when we go back home, you’re less than an hour away.”

“It’s like we were destined to meet,” Annie agrees. She accepts the ring, slipping it onto her finger. There’s a bit of wiggle room, but that’s perfect for her. She doesn’t like feeling trapped. “I want to get married.”

“So do I,” he replies, almost cautiously. Oh—Annie thinks she finally managed to freak him out. “Should we?”

Or maybe not. Annie smiles at him, suddenly feeling shy. “You don’t mean it.”

He shows her how much he means it. He stands up, offers her his hand, and scoops her right into his arms. She’s in charge of navigation, leading them straight to the nearest chapel. 

“You don’t mean it,” she repeats into his neck, because he can’t. It would be too good to be true. “I’m not dressed for it.”

“Neither am I,” he replies, trying to coax her back out, but she doesn’t budge. He kisses the crown of her head. “We’ll have another one. In California. And we’ll do it exactly the way we want.”

That’s exciting enough that Annie practically leaps out of his arms. They have to sign a whole bunch of papers stating that they’re completely, honestly sober, so Annie flings the tequila into the trash to get rid of any incriminating evidence.

It doesn’t matter how high their blood alcohol content is. Haven’t you heard that drunk actions are just sober thoughts?

A lady waiting behind them clips a veil onto Annie’s head when it’s finally their turn. Annie wasn’t gonna pretend that she wasn’t excited on her wedding day, so she allows herself to stumble a bit as they rush to the altar.

“You’re not gonna,” Annie whispers to him.

He leans over and catches her lips in another kiss. She doesn’t hesitate to drape herself over him. “Watch me,” he whispers back.

Annie does. She doesn’t think she’ll ever stop. She watches him the entire time they’re pronounced husband and wife, she watches him when the guy officiating their wedding tells them to get the fuck outta there (he did not appreciate Finnick launching into some impromptu vows), and she watches him the entire Uber drive over to her hotel.

Peeta and Katniss booked their own separate room, which worked out very well for Annie. They strip all the way down to their rings as soon as they get inside, but not for the reason you might think. Annie always wanted a wedding by the beach, but this landlocked middle-of-fucking nowhere state couldn’t provide that for her. The hotel pool was the next best thing.

Annie throws on her bathing suit. Finnick has to go in his underwear, but they make it work. They splash around and dive under the water again and again and again until Annie feels like she’s being reborn with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns. 

They’re so exhausted when they go back to the room that they only have enough energy to collapse into bed, wet clothes and all. Finnick might be the best cuddler she’s ever seen. 

“I love you,” Annie tells him, because it was hard to stop saying it once she started. She’s consumed by it. 

She doesn’t even feel like she’s married—doesn’t even feel tied down to him, doesn’t feel trapped, doesn’t feel like anyone but herself—which is how she knows that they did it right. Katniss is going to be so happy that Annie exercised enough self control to not fuck him on the spot. 

“I love you,” he replies, already half asleep. Annie wonders if he’ll dream of her.

[borom1r]

1, 8, 17, 18, 20, 41, 45, 54, 93 for the non-fandom asks, 1, 3, 5-7, 12, 18-22, 24 for the fandom asks 🫡👀

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG + I ANSWERED IT IB MY NOTES AND JUST FUCKING FORGOT TO POST IT AAAAAAAAAAAAA

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

plush boromir:3 hes so Shaped

8. favorite coping mechanism?

uuuuuuuuuuu noise cancelling headphones + loud music

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?

YES. I want to get one on my upper arm — there’s an artist I really like who’s done free-to-use art + im going to get a piece of his tattooed w/ kennings for Óðinn and Þórr above + below

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

I still vividly remember this dream I had in high school where my alarm for school went off, I got up and went to start making myself toast and fucking. Michael Myers walks up from the basement (the garage door/basement stairs were just off the kitchen) + we stared at each other and my only thought before my Actual alarm went off was “damn, guess I better make more toast”

20. whats your ideal date?

REN FEST!!!!!!! unironically my local fest hosts weddings and I would. really really like to get married there in full armor. even if it’s just for tax benefits smjfjdjjfjdj

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?

WOOFWOOFWOOFWOOFWOOFWOOF!!!!!!

45. do you prefer book over movie?

depends :3 ummmm a lot of times I think there are pros n cons to both mediums. sometimes I love a movie but also think the book is WAY better even if the movie is a masterpiece in its own right (a clockwork orange… cutting off the original ending to the book completely fucks the point of the story I think. I adore that movie but if you’ve never read the book…. 😑)

54. whats your best hottake?

my BEST????? idfk dude. my CURRENT hot take is that the changes the made to Faramir’s character for the movie were Good, Actually

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

wolf hat :3 AND my leather jacket w all my patches

1. What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

uuuuu like active online a part of… probs like. idek dude probably the fucking Warriors (1979 movie not cat books)

3. All-time favorite pairing?

I’m a spangel truther and I have been since middle school, so ig that

5. Favorite platonic pairing?

big fan of Boromir&Éowyn like obvs Boromir&Faramir + Théodred&Éomer&Éowyn bc they are Family but if we’re talking non-blood relations then I think Boromir&Éowyn is an excellent platonic pairing

6. Favorite headcanon?

I’ve almost called Boromir a faggot multiple times on instinct, so that. also transgender Faramir (what direction? you decide. they contain multitudes < I personally adore a he/they/te transmasc. I think te and Aragorn should both be allowed to use Sindarin pronouns. get funky with it)

7. Least favorite headcanon?

HRM. there are SOME utterly rancid takes from my SAW fandom days that I still think abt. evil. I shan’t speak of those times in public.

12. Craziest thing you've ever done as part of a fandom?

uh. idk?? I used to run a rlly popular ask blog for the characters of The Warriors (1979) that I believe is still out there?? lmao ok yea it is i just checked. that’s so funny that it’s still out there actually snfksjfjjs

18. All-time favorite fanfic?

that I’ve READ or that I’ve WRITTEN????

to read, literally anything Connor @angeltrapz has written but I’ll specifically drop this Princess Bride fic💗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/41272767?view_adult=true (TUMBLR WONT LET ME ACTUALLY LINK THE FIC EVIL AND HATEFUL. I can paste it + it generates a link tho. functioning fucking app)

fav that I’ve written…. highkey this one

19. Fanfic you read again and again?

other people’s fics?? this whole series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/183362

my own fics? literally any of my Faramir/Éomer fics that pairing is so fun

20. All-time favorite fanfic author?

CONNOR ANGELTRAPZ MY BESTIE!!!!!!!! also YOU duh????? ik it’s not fanfic Technically but like. BOY the rp is. creative project of all time perhaps?

21. Favorite fic trope?

i am a weak bitch for a good soulmate au. esp when there’s like. drama. im not exposing myself just know i think abt soulmate aus A Lot. < can u tell this has been sitting in my notes for A While lmfao

22. Least favorite fic trope?

idek???? I think any trope can be Done Well like I don’t normally enjoy chatfics but I’ve also read. some really good chatfics!! write what u love who cares

24. Funniest fandom-related story?

I’m gonna be so real w u I got into drama w a Lost Boys fandom mogul bc I was. A Homosexual and A Kinnie and they were NOT happy abt the fact I was like “yea all the lost boys are fucking.” I didn’t even know what to say abt that really. take it up w famously gay director Joel Schumacher if you don’t like me. A NOTORIOUS FAGGOT. going “yea I think these characters in a film directed by a gay man are gay”

this exact situation has happened to me 3 times across various fandoms. <- is just trying to sit in my little kinnie corner + be a weird fag in peace

[sommerregenjuniluft]

hi lune! i am sleepdeprived and i was thinking (which is already a bad idea when i'm well-rested) and i think you should call your music recs lune-y tunes or just lune's tunes, i think both are super cute and also pls tell me more about your gymbros prongsfoot.... what nefarious things do they get up to in the gym locker rooms?? also, does one of them complain about the protein shake and the other one is like "ohh lemme taste" and it just gets spat into his mouth?? how into sweat are they?? inquiring minds would like to know

AJAJKjkkakykyky HI MIL<3

lune-y tunes is such a good one im def gonna use that, although it will mainly consist of dominic fike, random german shit and then Maybe now and again something useful 🤓

i havent been thinking abt them for a while honestly but!! always ready to talk abojt them *clears throat*

(getting kinda smutty below here at some point)

so before they realize they are together and are allowed to…. kiss and stuff they def like shower together. like under One shower head. entirely nude, dicks bumping and they’re rock hard obv but neither acknowledges it because it’s normal for them anyways. super normal to get incredibly turned on my your very platonic friend. Then whenever one of them has like muscle cramps the other is INSTANTLY there to massage and kiss better and hold them. james whimpers so prettily sirius also gets bricked up. for james it’s sirius’ face, all contorted and in anguish and then esp when he starts relaxing again, james gets sooo flustered🤭 james also helps undress and dress sirius whenever he goes all noodle-y after arm day. sirius is the one with the protein bars in every bag and jacket and gym pants and james is the one prepping their shakes and meals.

so yes if sirius thinks something tastes funny he’s like ??jamie, did you do something different today with the shake? -uh no love, same as every tuesday. cinnamon flavor. -mgh it tastes kinda off -lemme try? -mhm cmere *tilts james’ head back where he’s sitting on the gym bench and spits it in his mouth* -hm no it tastes normal to me dude -…ok again (and then when it dribbles down james’ chin sirius licks it all up and clean like a good dog)

VERY into sweat. half their wardrobe consists of compression shirts and tights and jerseys and gym shorts and the way sweat smells on those materials mixed with their body scent drives them INSANE. james is a armpit sniffer and sirius has days where he sifts trough james freshly used laundry and locks himself in his room for 20 minutes. he’s so obvious about it and james Knows it. hears him too. He swears he wears hoodies for cardio warm up to get hotter quickly so he can start quicker but really??🫢 it’s just for sirius and we all know it. sirius wears those hoodies the same day for movie night at home where they cuddle up on the sofa.

they probably have some type of lotion or cream for their sore muscles that they rub into each other. OH also one of those massage guns probably. maybe once they get together they defile that one too some day. maybe sirius binds james to the bedposts and has a go at him edging him for an hour or so because he’s simply so fascinated and turned on. he comes untouched two times during the process. james nearly passes out when sirius finally makes him cum :)<3

[transfemlogan]

16?

- 🌧️

i have already answered 16 for the positive one here . & i have been asked 2 answer it 2 more times after NSHSJDNDH so instead. i will answer 16 on the negative one & if i can think of another small detail in canon ill talk abt it. it's just hard 2 know whats a "small detail" & whats not

negative fandom ask game

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

i can't understand why everyone loves soulmate AUs.

that's a lie and exaggeration, i do get it to some extent. i understand that it's because the concept of having a "one true love" that will love you forever and ever is appealing & comforting 2 a lot of people. i respect & understand that.

but i fucking hate soulmate AUs.

for background: i am a relationship anarchist & a nonamorous romance + sex repulsed aroaceapl. i do not date, i do not have sex, i find romance & sex repulsive, i do not have queerplatonic relationships, i don't feel platonic attraction most of the time, i'm touch repulsed, i want to live alone; the idea of "dying alone" & "being alone forever" is the most appealing thought ever. & it's how i want my future to be.

SO. i find soulmate AUs to be the most horrifying & terrifying thing on the planet DNEHRKFNFJ

ignoring the fact that all soulmate aus are aphobic & actively ignore aspecs, the ones that do attempt to include aspecs tend to still exclude people.

"well you don't have to have a romantic soulmate! you can have a platonic one!" what about aplatonic folk? what about people who don't want to have friends?

& then its "well not everyone gets a soulmate!" what about aspex who DO want a soulmate? like genuinely what does that mean? how can you take in account every single unique sexuality & experience. i understa d that obvs soulmate aus r not trying 2 do thst but like. how does that work.

& you never ever see a soulmate au that takes in account aromantic allosexuals, because obviously having sex w/o feelings attached to it is evil & wrong. (HEAVY SARCASM!)

i do not want the universe/government/etc to pick who I get into a relationship with? who's the universe or the government or whoever tell ME who i can & can't date???

i think relationships need to be built and made and formed. I understand it's like "oh, but you have someone who is destined to love you forever", but it's like... i'd rather have someone who chooses to love me. not is forced to. someone who is willing to build a relationship with me & is choosing to love me.

i have wanted to write a soulmate au where a side (probably logan) actively ignores their soulmate & goes against the rules but i havent done it yet & i probably wont.

IDK I KNOW THIS IS ALL JUST SILLY BUT LIKE. HOW DO YOU GUYS FIND THAT ... APPEALING??? THAT WOULD BE TERRIFYING. if there was someone out there destined for me??? That i HAD to get into a relationship with whether i liked it or not???? whether it was my choice??? like ABSOLUTELY NOT. i don't want to be forced into a relationship just cuz the universe told me i should be. & i dont want to be forced into loving someone just because someone else told me I should be. that i had to love them because they loved me back!!! like this sounds like an abusive manipulative horror story waiting 2 be told (<- which now i def want to see. someone get on that. write a soulmate au where the persons soulmate uses it as an excuse to abuse & manipulate them & guilt trip them that'd be cool)

AND THEN SOMETIMES SOULMATE AUS HAVE THE MOST TERRIFYING SYMPTOMS EVER??? i saw one where you are constantly hearing your soulmates thoughrs. thats fucking terrifying. to never have a moment alone? to never have fucking privacy?? in ur own head? i saw a fic, which like no hate 2 the author it was beautifully written just so terrifying to me, where janus shares his thoughts w/ logan constantly & tells logan 2 "shut up so he can get work done" or whatever. LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN. WHERE AM I.

maybe its just cuz i was abused as a child & have been in an abusive relationship & im traumatisdd & its affected my way of living & entire life, but all i can hear when i see soulmate aus is how genuinely terrifying it would be if you were in an abusive relationship w/ a soulmate.

imagine have your thoughts always be read by your abuser. that no matter what happens, your abuser will always hear what you're thinking. you can't think of ways to escape or even begin to examine your relationship, because youe abuser will always be able to punch that down. & even if somehow you do escape, you will never bs free of them. thats fucking terrifying. & also a great metaphor for experiencing an abusive relationship & having ptsd after it can someone write that too. someone get on that.

if i shared my thoughts w/ my "soulmate" id probably actually kill myself i knkw thats a wild fucking thing 2 say out of no where but i am not joking. if i could never ever have a moments alone in my own head id actually be ending it right now. its almost 1 am can u tell i havent gotten sleep at all.

ANYWAY I HATE SOULMATE AUS. NUMBER ONE SOULMATE HATER !!!! ITS TERRIFYING & SO UNCOMFORTABLE 2 EVEN THINK ABOUT

negative fandom ask game

[shittygaypornmagazine]

I just wanted to tell you that your fic is the new “everything everywhere all at once” for me, every single chapter I end up sobbing over how you explain and are able to put into words not only romantic love and relations, but familial and platonic one’s. I end up getting so overwhelmed with emotion and appreciation on how you are able to put so much complex feelings into words that it ends up taking me much longer to finish a chapter than it probably should. But that’s okay, because I feel like this fic deserves it if not more than the time I give it. Objectively, it should take me around 30 minutes to finish (and dissect) a chapter of this length. It takes me more than an hour only to then proceed to take up my entire brain capacity.

Despite the complex concepts you write about, you do it in a way that’s not at all difficult to understand and I appreciate you for how your writing has the intentions reach out and be able to get to everyone on such an emotional level. What gives me the EEAAO feeling of it all is of this specifically but also the fact that you write it in the context of something so simple like ninja turtles.

It doesn’t make any sense to give such heartache and emotions to a turtle, but it DOES and it WORKS /so/ well. It never feels ridiculous or questionable, it just makes me think of how much of a genius you are for putting so much feeling onto someone that we barely have canonical context for. Because the situation can be as dumb and silly as you want and have me giggling and kicking my feet, or be somber and show fondness and reminiscences and have me cry my eyes out and it works better when having both because I have absolutely no idea what I would do if it was missing one or the other.

I think I can say with full confidence that your characterization and version of Nardo is one that will stay with me. I haven’t met him in my entire life but I have??? And he brought me burnt cookies he made with love the other day??? I don’t care how big he is, I will proceed to hold him in my hands gently for the rest of time.

I have so much more that I want to say and I wish I had your way with words so that I could write out a way to say it, but I don’t know what to say cause Nardo and Usagi are giving me brain rot.

Thank you for writing such an incredible fic, I can’t wait to see more and you should know that my heart skips a beat each update <3

(Full Lair Leosagi real)

I'm not going to lie, I had to take a pause every couple of sentences to really take it all in, because although I obvs always knew about the heaviness of some of the themes I was writing about in the fic along side the silliness and the romance, I never have actually thought that it spoke so deeply to anyone else but me, and knowing that it did and does just makes me so emotional in such a way that I can't really explain, and the only picture that could at least come close to describing it would be:

This ask has been a rollercoaster of emotions for me in the sense that I have never felt more proud of a work before while at the same time feeling this little melancholy about the reasons for this fic existing... But you know what, I am proud of them too.

I honestly can't thank you enough for saying all this. This analysis has been the biggest compliment I received and I shall cherish it forever. And if you do find the words you are trying to speak, don't hesitate to send more! I enjoyed every letter from you, and I can't even begin to tell you how touched I am by your opinion about Nardo. He is such comfort to me too, and I completely get everything you say because despite not having met him ever, I'm pretty sure the turtle man has tucked me in for the night a couple of days in a row.

I didn't expect to write that much in response, but I think you deserve nothing less!!! I love you (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

[tiptapricot]

🍉🍒🍌🍐!!

🍉—Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?

I usually go for shorter stuff, or single chap stuff even when longer. I think it’s mainly because that’s the easiest way for my brain to order a story, and a lot of the time I’m focused on smaller interactions building on a common theme, idea, or symbolic accentuation. I can get really run down doing longer stuff and have a harder time finishing or sticking with it if it’s not something I can get done with relatively dedicated focus in a week or two. The few multichaps I’ve had are either ones I wrote as one thing and then decided up, ones that took months and were made from an extreme fixation, or have been abandoned since (even if I hope to return). So ig just with how my creative process is, im able to keep the momentum on single stories and shorter ones better than longer ones!

🍒—What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic specific or general!)

I don’t think I necessarily have a peer for platonic over romantic, even if I do trend towards writing romance more than gen fic. It depends on the characters involved and the flavors of intimacy I’m interested in exploring, and all relationships have types I love to write. Friends are so valuable and important and beautiful, romance is too, and finding the line of definition between them for characters is sO fun.

I think in a larger sense I like writing relationships that help to explore each character, that define the other with their presence or absence. Obvs that’s just how relationships work, but that’s how I always approach writing them no matter what type they are. Friends, partners, people having sex, it’s all a way to feel out intimacy and boundaries and connections for the parties involved.

🍌 —In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

I’m so bad at rmring specific lines but recently made one in an E rated fic that I won’t post but had to do with… similarities in a hand position to that used when shooting webs. I’m happy w that one.

🍐—Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown on screen, etc.

I rly love when comics Moon Knight fics add back in the system dynamics and headmates missing in canon. It’s a vital exploration for the group and who they are and it becomes very inorganic feeling in canon and adds much more genuine feeling and exploration in stories that actually write them as they should be written. Other than that I can’t think of too much as which canon I’m thinking of affects the answer, but yeah I’d say that! In general tho probably unnecessary romance plots that distract from the plot n characters r a big pet peeve, but half the time I don’t even write for stuff that does that lol

Send me a fruity writer ask!

[beheaded-sweets]

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Uh- well as the description says, my little sideblog here is for mostly yandere Genshin blurbs and a few requests-

I already have two writing blogs (1 main + 1 side) so I made this just to keep things organized- otherwise everything would be a mess-

Basic DNI criteria (I'm assuming people know the basic simple things), I'm not too strict on people interacting with me as long as they aren't weird or just rude- note: I am a minor

Masterlist

About Me:

I'll just go by Seriko on this blog- cuz I don't want anyone from my other blogs to find me help-

Minor - 16

Japanese + American-Canadian (1/2, 1/4, 1/4)

Pan- gender idk just whatever ig

INTJ/ENTJ (I was like 52% I and 48% E so I like to say ANTJ for ambivert cuz I have traits for both help-)

ADHD

My favourite region is Inazuma- a little obv ngl

I didn't play Genshin for a while. I stopped playing at like 3.0, but I'm back at it again because a friend of mine begged me to sacrifice my storage

My favourite characters rn are: Childe, Scaramouche (No I don't call him Wanderer), Wriothesley, and Beidou

The biggest fucking nerd for classical music and composers

I WILL SHITPOST + POST ABOUT RANDOM THINGS

About My Writing:

Mostly Yandere writer- just cuz I'm good at it than anything else

No smexy time bcs I'm gonna get cancelled if I even tried- so yeah no not happening.

I'm not one to write long stories or pieces in general- just because my organization can get shitty- really shitty. I try to keep it at headcanons, blurbs, and longer pieces are like 1k-3k depending on the matter. If I know the plot isn't bad I could probably write more honestly.

My writing does have topics like manipulation, blood, murder and you know- the things you would perhaps see in anything yandere related. If you don't like this then please take your leave because I do try to ensure I put warnings down for everything.

Unless specifically requested for male or female MC I keep my MC genderneutral-

I'll take like 3 requests at a time- since as you know, I have 2 other blogs and I have like...25 requests in total on my main. So I think you can understand the low number. That being said, it might take me a while- depending on how busy I am on my main and my life.

A few guidelines in case someone requests something:

Please put detail if you can- it makes the writing process faster and makes my planning easier, and more well-defined.

This isn't needed, but just so I have a better idea- put like a horror rating of 1-10. On my main ppl have asked me to go heavier on the horror and I'm not sure how far I should go- so just cuz. Yes, it is absolutely ok to put a 1.

For characters coded children will only be written platonically (Ex. Qiqi, Diona)- this doesn't include the teens (Ex. Razor, Xiangling)

I've like barely touched Sumeru lore surprisingly and haven't watched gameplay of the main quests so- I need to catch up really badly. That being said, any Sumeru characters I will research heavily before I dare write for them.

Put either romantic or platonic on your requests please- otherwise I will hold myself back on the romantic and barely write anything remotely romantic- (my main has caused me a lot of weird habits help-)

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[aro-geo-turtle]

heyo! im someone who actually experiences romantic atraction, but my main character of my ocs is aroace, Are there any traits or pet peeves to avoid while writing/ representing aro characters?

oh wow, thanks for the ask! honestly aro experiences are hugely varied and there’s no one thing that you absolutely should or shouldn’t do. like, obv aro doesn’t equal villain/alien/robot and that shouldn’t be all of the rep but also it can be fun sometimes and aro ppl can relate to those characters too

I guess my main advice is to figure out that character’s own opinions on romance in regards to themself and others. If they see someone doing a romantic gesture are they repulsed and look away or do they think it’s cute? Are they interested in having a qpr/platonic life partner/romantic partner? Are they insecure or loud and proud? Do they experience aesthetic or tertiary attraction at all? And if they’re still confused and figuring out those sorts of things, that’s also super common. they might have a least favorite trope they’re willing to rant about or a thing about romance they’re eternally confused about or something like that. I spend a lot of time just utterly befuddled by how romance and crushes are supposed to work since it just doesn’t compute. Pretty much every aro I know gets struck with some shitty feelings about their identity every now and again, even if they’re happy with it most of the time, just because of the world we live in. It sucks.

the one big bad no no is not to “fix” them but you can probably guess that much. you can’t really go wrong as long as you respect the character and flesh them out well

but I’m just one aro and we’re a varied community so take this with a grain of salt lol!

[touchstoneaf]

So okay. I feel the need to speak on this again. I think it's getting out of hand. Yes, I am breaking my own rules enough to watch ongoing developments with interest. Far more so than when I strictly avoided this sort of thing in another fandom (in that case because I knew that the likelihood was much higher that the two guys in question were just goofing around having a good time and leavening the tension inherent in their roles, and by it giving us subtext fiends another layer to find)... But, that was also 20-odd years ago, when that sort of thing couldn't safely exist on the surface.

This is different for me because, yes I am following developments with interest, because in this case it does seem more plausible; partially because the tidbits we're getting from certain socials make it seem like more than just a game (and it would be a kind of a cruel game at this point, played at all of our expense, and I don't think the people involved would actually act that way with us. They're too kind in general, allies if not more). So, yes, there seems to be rhyme & reason behind the madness in this case; real hinting instead of "just goofing around". And the world is different now, and that kind of "goofing around" would not be fanservice anymore, would not be taken so well.

On the other hand, I would be perfectly happy whichever way it went. If we just get this generation's version of Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart out of this? Well, that would be lovely. If they continue to watch each other's kids, and go to each other's opening nights, and give each other support and love as friends for the rest of their lives... that would be fantastic! The world needs more loving, supportive, kind, gentle male friendships. They don't all have to be sexual. Either way, they are fighting toxic masculinity everyday just by existing. They are part of the fight even if it stays platonic (or even queerplatonic. Let us not forget; that is also valid). Should everybody continue to have family dinners together, and to take holiday trips together, and act like a big extended family... then, how wonderful! What a joy!

If, of course, it's something more, then I will be happy to see it, obvs, because obviously we need an older generation of queers in this world to look to, because we've lost so many, and it would be rather lovely to have that as well, and to have people realize that it's not always just kids out of high school or whatever finding their queer joy (in whatever form). That you can find your happiness later in life in that way--just as so many straight people have whilst working together--yes, that would be beyond great.

But, I'm not really hung up on it either way. Because either way, we have a beautiful friendship in the world that gives us all joy to witness it. (And honestly, because I'm Poly, probably, I find that likelihood to be much more positive than the whole standard Mono rigmarole of "breaking up with somebody to be with someone else". The latter's a tired schtick, and I'm over it. I want to see high-profile people doing this the right way (or at least what is, in my mind, the right way), and everybody being honored in the situation. Loves Do Not Have To Cancel Each Other Out; especially when there are families involved! People can work together in unique configurations, and that's all right if it works for them, dammit! And if anybody tells me DT is not still madly in love with his wife, I think they are fooling themselves. You can't fake what they have when the cameras are on them. And I'm here for all of it.)

That being the case, what I don't understand is when people get all weird and toxic about this thing, & act like they have some kind of stake in it being one way or the other; to the point where they think they can talk badly about other people's partners and families. I Just Don't Understand how they feel like they have the right to treat partners / RL people as obstacles to something that may or may not even be happening. First of all, you're putting negative energy out in the world, and there's enough of that as it is. Secondly, why are y'all taking such a big stake in this? It's not your lives to stake!

MOST IMPORTANTLY, thirdly, if that IS what's happening here, this is a very complicated and difficult situation for them all, and dammit, we should SUPPORT them while they work thru it, the way they support us... Which means supporting however they decide to solve it, not cheering for destruction of any particular person involved.

TL:DR, ultimately it's not our business. We're lucky we have a window, and that we get to smile from the sidelines and cross our fingers. One way or the other, ppl need to chill the fuck out.

[certainty2witch]

Jonathan and Nancy probably had problems because they were far away and they didn’t communicate, but i can still see love between them and their problem can be resolved just by talking about it. St*ncy is a big nope, plus Steve should focus more about who he is without having to think always about having a woman to his side (romantically obv i love platonic stobin sm), he will have love when it will be time and with the right woman.

You don’t get love searching for it, love happens.

people want stancy in s5?? i thought we all collectively agreed that jancy is endgame😭

[spiderfunkz]

🧸 mermaid bar - movie marathon with the marauders (so platonic obv) <33

MOVIE MARATHON WITH THE MARAUDERS!

pairings : the marauders x gn!reader

words : 0.2k

warnings : pure fluff! also only sirius, james, and remus that are included in this fic ( i am so sorry peter ), a small argument about what movie you guys should watch but it's nothing big, not proof-reed whoops, and maybe some typos.

note : AAAA this idea is adorable !! i changed my writing layout a bit for the celebration. also this is sorta like a modern au?? honestly i don't know use your imagination for this as much as you like. oh and, some of the movies mentioned didn't come out in the 70's, maybe later so i apologize for that :) anyways i hope you enjoy this messy blurb <3

it's saturday night, which means it's your movie night with your best friends. ever since 3rd year you all decided to have a movie night almost every saturday night. you loved it, it's what you look forward to every week.

a night where you can take a break from the school drama, the pranks. where you can forget about the paperwork due and just hang out with you best friends.

so now, you're in the dorm getting the snacks ready with remus while james & sirius fight about what movie you guys are gonna watch.

"a thriller would be so much more fun to watch!" sirius says. "no, a rom-com would be better." james crossed his arms. "absolutely not. the rom-coms you choose are shit!" sirius replied. "you literally cried watching the titanic, padfoot. the titanic." james furrowed his brows. "that was like a million years ago." sirius defended, "that was a week ago." james chuckled causing sirius to throw a pillow at him.

"okay how about me & y/n pick the movie, they haven't picked one in weeks." remus says, breaking the small argument. "and you two look like toddlers fighting in the playground." remus added with a smile.

the duo finally sat down near the sofa as you pick the movie for all of you to watch. eventually, you all sat down near the bed or sofa and watched the movie. "psst! moons pass the popcorn, will ya?" sirius asks as remus passed the popcorn.

as the movie ended, james was ranting about the movie, remus' eyes were still glued to the screen, and sirius was probably asleep. you chuckle at the sight that were very much correct, sirius was indeed asleep.

merlin, you were lucky to have friends like them.