#otp: maybe I like your stupid face

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@hungergameswho i'm your grishaverse secret santa!

I made 3 edits of wesper quotes from the books and the scenes from the show that reminded me of them, I hope you like them!

I've really enjoyed messaging you and getting to know you and I had a lot of fun making it! Merry Christmas!

@firebrand-witch

[confessionsdiaz]

WAIT ARE THEY BACK

[shawtuzi]

Hey girlie it’s me again with sum thoughts on my mind 🌷🙂‍↔️

Hear me outtttt eren otp with his gc (armin, jean, Connie, ony etc) y/n is upset he’s not giving her any attention so she gives him the sloppiest, toe curling, soul sucking head ever, all while he’s otp trying to stop his moans and his eyes from rolling back 🫦✌🏽

my honey it’s so good to see you again and i loooove the way you think!! let’s get into it

cw include: mentions of smoking, just very detailed head, eren gets super whiny, overstimulation, not proofread sawry

“if y’all magically turned into a woman and took up stripping as a profession, what would your stage name be?”

“ . . . ”

“connie, the fuck are you goin’ on about?” eren chuckled, his tongue poking out to swipe over his lips. his brows furrowed in concentration as he finished pearling an abnormally fat blunt.

“i think id go by ‘cinnamon’ . . . s’got a nice ring to it yeah?”

“seems pretty basic, i’d go by ‘scarlet’. it’s all sexy and mysterious you know?” eren could hear jean’s voice in the other line, responding to connie. eren’s nose scrunched in a laugh, his hand blindly reaching beside him to grab a lighter.

his eyes flicked over to your bored ones when he felt the warmth of your hand against his, the lighter dangling loosing between your fingers. he raised a thick brow at you, “you good?” you puffed air through your cheeks, your arms crossing over your chest, “m’bored ren.”

“you’re always bored, baby. you wanna hit this?” he chuckled, holding the blunt in front of your face. you nodded without saying a word, deciding to turn your attention to your nintendo switch. you laid on your tummy, your feet swinging in the air as you angrily switched on animal crossing.

“brat.”

“what’d you say?”

“nothing, angel face,” eren grinned, placing the blunt between his lips. soon the bitter smell of whatever strain eren was smoking hit your nostrils. “come closer, you’re too far away,” eren mumbled, his finger poking gently against your shoulder. you side eyed him, kissing your teeth before scooting closer until your side was pressed against eren’s.

“ren, you ain’t answer the question! what would your name be?” you heard connie say, making you roll your eyes. men are so weird.

eren took a big hit of the blunt, his hand moving down to hold it in front of your lips. “mannn, i don’t know, maybe ‘emerald’ because of my eyes? this question is fuckin’ stupid.” you rolled your eyes once more, taking a small hit of the blunt.

“hit that shit harder, i know you’re mad but this is good shit and you’ll be even more mad if you missed out on a good high,” eren spoke lowly, bringing the blunt closer to your lips. fuck, he’s right.

you wrapped your lips around the end, your eyes never once leaving his. “hurry up n’ get off the phone, rennie,” you grumbled, blowing the yellow tinted smoke in his face. eren nodded, plucking the blunt from your fingers. he muttered something about getting off soon, but you knew that meant at least another fifteen minutes.

and you were right.

fifteen minutes turned into thirty, and by the time it was reaching forty minutes you were spiraling. i mean, how dare he look so good in only a wife beater and nike shorts??

“rennn—mmph!” you were cut off by eren squishing your cheeks together, his lips smushing to yours. before you could even begin to enjoy the kiss eren pulled away. “just a minute, baby. it’s been forever since we been on group call. i’ll be all yours in a few,” he whispered, giving your lips three more pecks before settling in his original spot.

your clit throbbed, your panties now feeling extra sticky against your pussy. such a simple kiss had you ready to spread your legs for him, it was ridiculous!

you sighed, nuzzling into his side. your eyes fluttered shut when you felt the tips of his fingers trace your jaw and the apples of your cheeks. “you’re beautiful,” eren whispered into the crown of your head, his hand cupping your jaw softly. you practically purred like a kitten, nuzzling your face into his touch.

you didn’t even get to respond before ony piped up, taking eren’s attention away from you once again.

“y’know, ren, i won’t have any clients until, like, five on saturday if you wanna come by. i know you been talking about adding to your sleeve.”

eren examined his forearm, as did you. goosebumps rose on the inked skin as you slowly traced your nails around it. “yeah . . . yeah, i might come by. if i do, i know exactly what i want.”

“what we talked about last time?”

eren’s glanced at you, his lips lifting into a lazy smirk. “yeah, what we talked about last time. don’t say nun about it though, it’s a surprise.” that caught your attention. you lifted your head from its comfy place in his side, “what is it?” eren gently nudged your head back into his side, his hand coming up to pat softly on your head. “you’ll see, baby.”

eren babbled on with his friends for ten more minutes, and as the minutes passed your patience grew thinner and thinner. at thissss point there was only one solution!

eren grunted in discontent when you got up, but his expression switched to amusement when you settled between his thighs, your arms folded neatly on his pelvis. you propped your chin on your arms, your doe eyes locking with his.

shit, he could feel your boobs on his dick. they felt soft, like really soft, even through the fabric of your his shirt and his shorts.

“ren! perk up your ears, connie keeps saying your name and it’s giving me a migraine.”

eren blinked hard, his eyes slowly drifting to the phone in his hands. oh, so that’s the game you were playing.

‘so spoiled,’ he thought to himself as he glared into your scarily fake innocent eyes. well this time he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction.

“yeah m’here,” eren muttered, muting himself seconds after. he looked into your eyes, then your lips, and back into your eyes. “i know what you’re doing, and i’m not giving into it. do your worst, you won’t hear a peep outta me,” and with that eren unmuted himself, his pretty emerald eyes rolling in annoyance when he was scolded for not paying attention.

you couldn’t help but giggle into your arms, your feet kicking against the bed. you couldn’t believe that eren yeager, yes this eren yeager was telling you confidently that you wouldn’t get a reaction from him. the same eren yeager who, every time you give him head, begs oh so sweetly to cum in your mouth, pretty pink lips parted and chest heaving like he just ran a marathon. he couldn’t be serious.

‘whatever,’ you mouthed at him, your attention now focused on his lower half. you could feel him twitching between your breasts, already half hard. you pushed up his tank top, immediately pressing wet kisses all along the exposed skin. you sloppily kissed your way down his lower stomach until your lips brushed against the soft material of his shorts.

your eyes drifted to his, come to find out he was already looking at you. his expression looked bored, but his eyes said a different story. he curtly nodded his head, encouraging you to continue. you grinned, softly tugging on the waistband of his shorts. eren lifted his hips, he smirked when you pulled his shorts down, your face in a state of slight shock when you realized he was wearing just the shorts.

like you predicted, he was already more than half hard, his, soon to be leaking, tip a pretty shade of pink. you pressed soft kisses to the tan base, your tongue peeking out to sweep over his tip.

eren raised his eyebrows when you grabbed his hand. you tapped on his two fingers, silently telling him to stick them out. eren maneuvered his fingers into the form of a gun, his teeth peeking out in a grin when he realized what you were doing.

“earth to dickhead, someone’s talking to you!”

“yeah, yeah . . . i’m listenin’.”

you parted your lips, gently placing the digits on your tongue. you took your time sucking on his fingers, wetting up your mouth until the feeling of cottonmouth was gone.

eren’s abs clenched when you finally put your mouth on him again, your tongue feeling much wetter now. by now pre was started to dribble from the tip of his dick, and you were more than eager to lick it up. your soft lips wrapped around the tip, your hot tongue slowly circling around it. you did this for a few minutes before you heard a huff from above you.

you looked up through your lashes, to find eren frowning, his lips nearly pushed into a pout.

“you’re doing a terrible job of pretending to not care,” you giggled, your eyes never once leaving his as you tapped his cock against your tongue.

eren just shook his head, proceeding with his conversation on the phone. to keep from touching you he balled the sheets in his fist, the soft fabric straining against his hand whenever he squeezed at it to fight the urge away.

he blinked slowly when you finally took more of his cock into your mouth. fuck, he already wanted to get off the phone. he was losing terribly. he needed to lock in, quickly!

“eren, i’m tired of looking at your ceiling. put your damn face back in the camera!”

eren sighed when he heard connie’s agitating, grating voice lmao, but nonetheless put his face back in the frame of the camera. “why would i wanna be stuck lookin’ at y’all’s ugly mugs when i could be looking at anything else?” eren smirked, running a hand through his hair.

you couldn’t help but watch in awe as eren talked, and acted so nonchalantly while his now fully hard dick was halfway in your mouth. every now and again his stomach would clench and then unclench, but other than that he gave nothing away.

eren ‘accidentally’ lifted his hips up, slipping more of his dick into your mouth until the tip touched your throat. your eyes squeezed shut, throat tightening as you fought back a gag. you removed his cock from your mouth with a pop!

you chest heaved, drool dripping from your lips and onto his thighs. if you wanted a reaction out of eren this was unfortunately gonna have to get messy.

you eased his cock back into your mouth, lowering your head until you physically couldn’t take anymore. you felt eren’s thighs tense, his legs no so subtly shifting beneath you. your jaw relaxed, head lowering until your nose nudged against the hairs at the base of him. eren’s breath hitched, his jaw dropping the tiniest bit.

everything was muffled, the voices of his friends nothing but hums in the background of what really mattered in the moment.

“ren, where’s y/n? i gotta ask her something,” armins voice rang, breaking eren out of his trance.

without even thinking eren answered, “she’s asleep. got so bored she dozed—ack!”

eren’s phone nearly dropped out of his hands when your tongue pressed against the two, thick veins on the underside. you peered at him through your watery lashes, spit dribbling from other side of your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks, trying your absolute best to keep the noises at a minimum—it wouldn’t be very fun if the guys caught on so soon.

“the fuck was that?”

“nothing, nothing. i just got a cramp in my leg s’all.” now eren wasn’t entirely sure they believed him, but in all honesty, he really didn’t give a shit.

you cupped eren’s balls, tenderly squeezing them until he was squirming beneath you. he abruptly stopped his movements, taking a deep exhale before trying to engage in conversation with his friends once more. he couldn’t let you win, he was in too deep in whatever this little competition was now. besides the squirming, he has yet to make a sound, so in his humble ass opinion he was doing pretty well.

well, he was until you started bobbing your head and stroking him at the same time—his ultimate weakness. you let out a little squeak of surprise when eren’s leg twitched, and then moved off the bed completely, now dangling off the side.

“eren . . . you look rough as fuck and it’s making me nervous. you better not be—”

“i’m not d-doin’ anything constance, i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“then why’re you sweating like a fuckin’ dog?”

eren was in pure disbelief to feel little dots of sweat against his forehead, his hands were also clammy as hell. “it’s hot in here. now continue with your dumbass story,” with a shaky thumb, clicked the mute button on his phone. his arm fell against the bed with a dull thud, head tipping back dramatically as he belted out a longggg, drawn out moan.

“you—you fuckin’ bitch. what the fuck,” he grit out, tatted hand gripping onto your hair with force. you moaned at the sting from your scalp, the feeling of victory washing over you. “you’re so—haaah, s-so annoying and unfair, but this fucking throat,” he thrusted wildly into your mouth, pretty green eyes rolling into the back of his head.

he looked so pretty, you loved when he got lost in pleasure like this. you were now using both hands to stroke his cock, the obscene, downright nasty sounds of you choking on his cock echoing throughout the room.

eren nearly whined when you removed your mouth, luckily your hands were still working his cock. “hang up. now.” eren had never moved quicker, grabbing his phone so quickly he nearly tossed it. he unmuted his mic,

“i gotta go, bye.”

“you’re lame as fuck eren. if you hang up don’t bother hitting us up onna game later.”

you couldn’t believe your eyes when eren actually started debating his decisions. oh absolutely not!

your lips wrapped around his dick once more, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him off like the poor boy was a juice box. all the babbling and name calling coming his phone came to a halt, no one saying a word. eren’s head tilted back, adams apple bobbing. “i—hah, really gotta go.”

“y/n was never asleep was she.”

“no i wasn’t, gimme the damn phone,” your voice was a bit raspy, but you needed to be heard! you snatched the phone from eren’s hand, his entire arm going limp seconds afterwards. his dick twitched pathetically against his stomach, a tiny stream of pre leaking from the angry red tip.

you put your face in the frame, trying to look as serious as you could in front of the four men. “he will get back to you guys later, and you better include him in whatever stupid game you’re playing!” and with that the call finally fucking ended.

when you looked back at eren he was stroking his cock, his free hand beckoning you over to finish what you started. you settled between his legs, giggling when he made his dick jump out at you. “i hate when you do that,” you grinned, grabbing the throbbing muscle gently. you could feel saliva pooling on your tongue watching dribbles of pre leak from his tip when you squeezed it.

eren covered his face with his hands, a shiver crawling up his back. “suck it. please suck it, baby,” he panted, tatted hands slowly sliding down his face so he could watch you. his entire body felt as if it were on fire, his wife beater sticking the tiniest bit to his sweaty chest.

“ngh. yes, y-yeah just like that. just like that, just like that,” eren sounded like a broken record, completely fucked out from just your mouth. you hummed around his cock, lowering your head all the way down, your tongue peeked out to swipe over his balls and that’s what had eren’s hips jerking.

eren planted the one foot that hanging off the bed into the floor, one of his hands grabbed your hair and the other found purchase on the back of your neck—he was now in control.

he made you go slow at first, lowering your head all the way down to hear you choke before pulling you back up to the tip, your puffy lips tightening around it each time. “nasty lil thing you are,” he grunted, lifting his hips up to start a steady rhythm of thrusts. “you hear that, pretty?”

gluck ! gluck ! gluck !

“mm, love hearing you choke on my shit, especially when you’re just. beggin’. for. it.” the last four words were accompanied by four harsh thrusts. tears sprung from your eyes, dripping down your chin and onto the mess you had created around eren’s cock. you did your best to hum in agreement, because truly you were dying for it.

eren yanked your head up, your lips parted in a violent gasp, webs of spit sticking to them. you knew eren was close, and was no mood to be edged, so you began to stroke his cock, your thumb paying extra attention to his leaking tip.

“i’m about to give you m-my nut, you gonna take it baby? all down your throat?” he was borderline begging for it. you nodded eagerly and stuck out your tongue. eren groaned and pushed your head back down, his head falling against the headboard in pure ecstasy.

you felt his cock twitch violently and closed your eyes, your jaw relaxing as you swallowed each thick rope he had to offer you. you heard him mutter a few curses in german before groaning loudly. his thighs tensed as you milked him orgasm, and because it was so powerful he couldn’t help the fat, salty tears that brimmed at his lash line.

“okay . . . o-okay you can s-stop now. i need a minu—w-wait! w-wait, baby!” eren tried to push your head away, but alas, his limbs felt like jello. he propped himself up on shaky elbows, jaw dropped nearly to floor. when you deep throated him he felt as if all the air had been punched from his lungs, his head tilting back in . . . pleasure? agony? he wasn’t sure anymore.

you heard him mumble something once more in german, this time you were intrigued to know. without removing your mouth, you hummed, your bloods shot eyes looking right him. this time he said it louder followed by, “it means ‘you feel sooo fuckin’ good’.”

[i-will-sing-no-requiem]

thank you so much! these seem great!!

I'll listen to them tomorrow 💚❤️

@i-will-sing-no-requiem Happy holidays!! I'm you're grishaverse secret santa :)

I've created a couple of playlists with songs I think encapsulate some aspect of the crows, and trying to incorporate as many of the songs and artists you said you like.

I hope you like them :)

[sofya-fanfics]

First Kiss

Fandom : Ranma ½

Relationship : Ranma x Akane

My Year of the OTP 2025 contribution for the prompt : First Kiss.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Ranma would never admit it to her, but if he was sulking it was not because of the adhesive mark, or because he felt like his lips were stuck together, but because he had thought that he and Akane were going to kiss. Even if he had never imagined that their first kiss would happen like this. The two of them playing Romeo and Juliet in a play, in front of the whole school.

Disclaimer : Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

@yearoftheotpevent

AO3 / FF.NET

Ranma walked on the fence, while Akane walked on the sidewalk next to him. He had not spoken to her since the end of the play. He was sulking. He knew it was childish, but he did not care. He moistened his lips and made a face. He could still feel the tape Akane had stuck on his mouth. She had dared to use on him the technique he had used on Kuno.

“Ranma, don’t tell me you’re still sulking.”

“What do you think ?”

He turned his head towards her and she laughed. He frowned, annoyed. Looks like the mark of the tape was still visible on his face.

“I’m sorry.”

She did not look that sorry, Ranma thought. He would never admit it to her, but if he was sulking it was not because of the adhesive mark, or because he felt like his lips were stuck together, but because he had thought that he and Akane were going to kiss. Even if he had never imagined that their first kiss would happen like this. The two of them playing Romeo and Juliet in a play, in front of the whole school.

It was not the first time they had almost kissed, but each time someone or something broke the moment. But this time he had really believed it and he really wanted it. And he was convinced that Akane felt the same.

“It’s not that bad,” she said.

“It’s not that bad?” He repeated.

Why did not she understand ? He jumped off the fence and landed in front of her.

“What if I had done the same thing to you, how would you have reacted ?”

“I wouldn't behave like a child like you're doing.”

She was getting angry and so was he.

“You took me for an idiot, you acted with me as if I were Kuno.”

“So that's why ? Because you were offended ?”

“Are you stupid or are you pretending not to understand ?”

He could feel that she was more and more angry, but he did not care, he wanted to provoke her. And he knew what could make her lose her temper.

“Kawaikune !”

“Ranma no baka !”

Little by little, without either of them realizing it, they had gotten closer. He could feel the heat of her body, her breath mixing with his. He looked into her eyes. He was flustered, more than he had ever been.

“Why didn’t you kiss me ?” He asked in a breath.

“Because I didn’t want to do it in front of everyone.”

Ranma opened his eyes wide. She had wanted to kiss him too. He moved a little closer to her. Or maybe it was Akane who had moved closer. Their lips brushed hesitantly until they touched. Ranma felt his heart beating fast and a shiver ran through his body. Akane put her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him a little closer to her. He put his arms around her waist, holding her against him. It was not the first time he had held her in his arms, but they had never been this intimate.

They pulled apart slightly. Akane was blushing and he could feel his face went red. She laughed lightly.

“Your lips are still sticky,” she explained.

He laughed too. Their first kiss, he thought. It had not gone the way he had imagined, but to him, it was the perfect kiss.

The end

[peachesnplums95]

🍑Wukong🍑

Favorite thing about Sun Wukong-

I love this silly little sunshine simian, you don't even know. He's just such a cute little peachy-pie of a monkey. I really love how canon doesn't depict him as this flawless and perfect immortal being, and instead you can see those flaws, and how imperfect he is. You know he's made mistakes, but you can see how he's grown too, he's not the same as he was before the Journey.

Though he might still be a mischievous little monkey who likes to get into simian shenanigans, he's still trying his best to be better than who he was before.

The biggest example of his character growth is the fact Wukong, who is so terrified of death, was willing to face it, all because he couldn't stand the idea of MK having to die when he is still so young and has so much life to still live and he couldn't stand the thought of losing him.

I just love this precious peach-loving monkey so much, he's also adorable to boot. Honestly, I don't know how anyone could hate this lovely little ball of sunshine. Listen, Wukong could ruin my entire life, and I wouldn't be able to hate him, okay?

Least Favorite thing about Wukong-

This monkey represses his emotions so much, like you stupid simian, open up about your feelings and please rely more on the others, Wukong.

They're your family/friends and they're here for you; you can be vulnerable with them. I hope that one day in canon Wukong will realize just how much he is wanted/needed by MK and the others. Because Wukong really acts like no one would care if he would vanish again, seriously.

For all his boasting about being the Great Sage, and the Monkey King, and such- he actually seems to be the one faking it until he makes it the most out of anyone in the show. It's sad to see just how much he represses, and how he probably doesn't actually have the highest opinion of himself, actually, and how heavily all his past mistakes and wrongdoings seemingly weigh on him even centuries later.

I mean if his reaction in a Lifetime of mistakes after seeing his memories replayed over and over again in his head nearly made him give up on trying- yeh.... this monkey needs so much therapy.

I mean look at him and how tired he looked:

GET SOME THERAPY, WUKONG! Also, I wish they would allow Wukong to stop holding back. I wanna see Wukong go WAR MODE. FREE HIM! Let him decimate an enemy that cannot be reasoned with.

Favorite Line(s)-

"Whatever the Goddess... and destiny has planned for you... you came from the same stone I did. Destiny can't have you... it can have me instead."

“Kid! I GOT YOU. I got you… I got you.”

"No! Well, maybe a little bit, but that's not the point! It's so we don't have to worry about anything or anyone ever again! Just live a lazy life, sittin' in the sun, eatin' fruit, and doing whatever we want. Sounds pretty good, huh? Huh? Huh?"

"Relax, bud! When this is over, we’ll be back here, basking in the sun, getting fat on fruit for the rest of... well, forever! Like we always wanted."

BrOTP-

I have many to choose from here, but I really love the idea of Wukong and DBK just reconciling fully. They seemed to have such a good relationship back in the Brotherhood before everything went wrong. Like DBK was having a riot here with Wukong's silly antics.

OTP- Shadowpeach

Yeah, not a big surprise here. If you've seen my previous post about Mac, then you know why.

NoTP-

Do I even need to explain why? I don't even know what their ship name is, it isn't on the shipping wiki that I can tell. My best guess is that it's RottenPeaches (much like how the ship name between Mac and the LBD is called RottenPlums.)

Anyways, this is my NoTP for Wukong. But it's a NoTP that I wouldn't mind making content for due to the fact that LBD seems to be borderline obsessed with Wukong in a way, how he calls him "something else entirely" in comparison to DBK.

There's this really dark possessiveness the LBD seems to have over Wukong and it's just a fun dynamic to explore for me. Even though I personally hate it as a ship, it's a ship that still has a certain dangerous appeal to me in way of LBD's one-sided obsession.

But the biggest NOTP I have is Peachynoodles. Wukong and MK. Listen I see them as father/son, and yeh no. Just no. I am not gonna actively go out of my way to bash on ships I don't like, because I don't like getting into drama when it comes to shipping, but I will make my stance on this be known. I don't like this ship at all.

^^^ The Father Son Duo, ever. (Aside from Pigsy and MK/ Tang and MK. Cause I view them as his dads too. MK really out here collecting dads, lol.)

Random Headcanon-

Wukong actually likes physical touch, being hugged, pet, groomed, cuddled and the like. He's actually really touch-starved and craves physical touch from his family/friends but he doesn't know how to go about asking for that kind of thing. So he kind of just doesn't do so. Like give this monkey some cuddles, damn it.

Unpopular Opinion-

I think the fandom holds his past mistakes over his head far too much. Like stop using my sweet Sun Wukong as a punching bag and putting him down. I think he's suffered long enough for those mistakes, and also Wukong is his own worst enemy when it comes to that thing anyways. No one holds Wukong's past mistakes more against Wukong, than Wukong himself.

Song I associate with Wukong as of right now-

^^^ I have watched this over 100 times, help me I have a problem.

Favorite picture of Wukong, as of right now-

That smile will be the death of me. I wish to protect it always.

[fragmented-king]

Hey! Got something simple, not sure how it'll work, but do you think I can get a Zoe x human fic? nothing special, just basic squishy mortal and epic eldritch fangirl.

Insane Love

Originally you had been Zoe’s project for class, pulled from the ‘normal’ world, which is how you found yourself awkwardly standing in her room in an apron and half-made Mac & Cheese in your hands.

Absolutely no time to acclimatise, Zoe not helping at all when she jumped into your personal space and fired off question after question at you.

You were more confused then anything, especially since most of her question were all about your worlds ‘shipping culture’.

Was downright horrified when you didn’t know even half of the things she was spouting at you.

“We are fixing this right now! I can’t have a project that doesn’t understand the art of shipping! It’s like if Sasuke didn’t kiss Naruto! It doesn’t not happen! It’s a canon event!”

You couldn’t fight back even if you tried, her tentacle was surprisingly strong despite its squishy texture, the purple girl dragging you out of her house (that, for its occupant, looked absolutely average) while at the same time trying to ‘drill the basics of shipping into your sad sad little mind’.

And that’s how your time in Spooky High started.

Sure, at first it’s was a little scary and worrying…but you very quickly realised that this worlds logic ran on bullshit and literal pixie dust. Though that just might be the nose candies Polly snuck into your food.

Zoe was your unofficial official source of information for shipping and handling of fanfiction!

Or ‘SOIFSAHOF’ as she called it.

You didn’t even know something could have that many syllables the way she says it.

Or maybe she just sneezed, who knows.

She had you sit down and watch anime with her, read horribly translated manga, and critically judged your own fanfiction if you deigned to share it with her.

(That’s a lie, she constantly praises your work even if it’s shoddy, anything for another connoisseur of the arts!…right?)

Eventually the, rather intense, workshop of questions, anime, shenanigans and drama dwindled down ever so slightly.

And during this down time you realised that you’ve been here nearly two plus months now.

Waaaay past the deadline of her project.

Which is why you’re a little confused when a few weeks later she was, VERY, hysterical and complaining as she all but jumped onto you. Her problem was about having apparently gotten a B+ on her Interspecies and Dimensional Anomaly Class.

Her teacher was apparently very happy with her assignment, and the fact she had written down so much about normal humans.

(Zoe just had you write down your basic day to day life.)

But you were confused by her antics because thats a decent grade right? B+ is better than nothing.

You weren’t expecting her face when you turned back to look at her.

“Are you insane? You NEED to be just average in school, if you stand out too much then you’ll be unobtainable! How am I supposed to find ‘The One’ if they think I’m too good for them?! Our OTP needs to flourish!”

Just when you think you got a handle on this place…

Oh well, at least Zoe seems happy to rant to you about how you’re so disgustingly sweet with your ignorance of tropes yet stupidly stupid at the same time.

[hoforwonho]

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otp(s) + ship name

we don't do that here

song stuck in my head

right now Chest by Just B

weirdest habit/trait

don't have one i'm perfect thx

hobbies

I have gone through so many hobbies over the past few years. Journaling, baking, chess, writing, etc. The one I've stuck with the longest has to be gaming. I'm also trying to get back into reading, but I'm so bad at managing my time & prioritizing that.

if you work, what's your profession?

I work for a nonprofit & I do a little bit of everything. Mostly behind the scenes work/paper work - but in the past year I've taken on a bigger role with clients.

if you could have any job you wish, what would you have?

Unemployed and paid for it. Genuinely would like to not work, but instead volunteer in my community with my own hours. But if that's not an option... Librarian... in the right setting. My internship was an actual nightmare & I faced sooooo many challenges. I think I'd like to be a librarian in an older community

something you're good at

People - I've always been pretty good at communicating and working with people. Which might sound like a stupid thing to say?? But I'm 99% sure the only reason I still have my job is because most of the people that work with love me and talk me up so much.

something you hate

People. I really like my job right now because it's mostly behind the scenes. My boss pushed me into taking on a different role with clients because he knew they'd like me - and it's kinda been a lot. People can be super exhausting & draining - and staying positive and empathetic while you're drained is hard. I'm also suuuper introverted and when I'm out with people I need like a solid 4 hours of alone time when I get home.

something you forget

everything. I genuinely have the worst memory in the world. Like every now and then I see who I'm mutuals with and it's like when did that happen???

your love language

Time. Someone choosing to use their time on me >>>>>

favorite movies/tv shows

Movies: Pearl, Monkey Man, Catwoman (2004), Scream, The Dressmaker, Halloween TV Shows: The Glory, Law & Order SVU, Golden Girls, Charmed, The Haunting of Hill House

what were you like as a child

Super kind & trusting - but also so stupid. When I was 7 I started my own personal library and gave out my books to other kids with a note that had a return date - I only got a few back

favorite subject in school

Depends on the year. Middle School I was in advanced math and it was so fun.

High School I'd say history College I took a few religion courses and had the best time of my life. I think that was partly because the professor was an actual saint and I think about her very often. She had a few courses that focused on sexuality/gender & religion and they were mind blowing.

least favorite subject in school

Chemistry. Worst time of my life.

what's your best/worst character trait

Best: Empathetic. I'm a good listener & can be a good person to vent to. Worst: Perpetually anxious & can be a bit of a bitch in the right situations. Actually a lot of a bitch. Actually many people close to me would & have used the word cunt. But!!! I'm super lovable!!!

if you could change any detail of your life rn, what would it be?

I'd want a little more job security (thanks government...)

if you could travel in time, who would you want to meet?

I don't think I'd want to travel in time honestly? I'm also not like big on meeting famous people. I mean maybe I'd want to go back and meet Phyllis Schlafly and be like hey what the fuck

[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge

read day 25 "That Familiarity, That Femininity" on Ao3!

prompt: trying to seduce one another

summary: Sherlock knows just the trick to get John to be more open to dating men. More specifically, dating Sherlock.

T, 894 words, Getting Together. Developing Relationship, Drinking, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension

or read it on tumblr:

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Sherlock was laying on the couch, hands steepled underneath his chin. He was thinking. About John Watson – as so often. John went on many dates. He didn’t seem too happy about them. Or, yes he did, but there were never many dates with the same woman, which he then complained about until he found a new woman to go out with.

That’s when Sherlock opened his eyes widely. It was clear as water all of the sudden: John just needed to go out with a man for once. He knew John was bisexual. He never told him that, but the signs were clear. Well, and since it would take a while to find a candidate, he would gladly suggest himself.

He got up to take a shower.

He went to put on fresh clothes… Black shirt, one more button open than necessary. Tight, black trousers, the ones that flattered his arse exceptionally nicely. He styled his hair into a perfect curly mess. He put on cologne and… hesitated. He looked very masculine… maybe if he gave John something familiar – something feminine – John would more easily get over the fact that Sherlock was a man. It didn’t take long to find just what he was looking for. Sherlock smiled cheekily.

***

John was frustrated. Sexually frustrated. He loved sex, hell, he would go so far and say he needed sex. He was grumpy and agitated when he hadn’t had sex in a while. Was it a bad thing to like sex that much, need it, even? John didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care. He just knew he wanted it.

So today John would go out, take Stamford with him. Wear his best smiles, use his best jokes and get laid. John nodded at himself. As good as done.

When he got home he immediately took a shower. As he walked out of the bathroom, only wearing his towels low on his hips, he noticed Sherlock was laying on the couch. He greeted him, then headed upstairs to change into better clothes.

***

Breathe in (Sherlock breathed in), breathe out (Sherlock breathed out). He didn’t know why he was freaking out, but he was. That wasn’t entirely true: He knew he was freaking out because he saw some skin. That really shouldn’t be that special. He had seen lots of skin before, lots of naked bodies even. However, Sherlock didn’t expect John to come out of the shower showing off that much of naked skin, practically radiating sexual energy at him, as if he was some kind of sex god. Sherlock groaned and sank deeper into the couch, the images rushing into his mind.

Finally he heard John coming down. He wore nothing special really. A button up, dark jeans, his best cologne.

“I am going out. I will go pick up Mike,” John declared.

Sherlock sat up. “There’s no need.”

“How do you-“ John stopped. Stared. Opened his mouth, “What happened to your lips?”

Sherlock wanted to smile, wanted to squeal and jump, when John stared at him. Eyes fixated on Sherlock’s lips. He had him. Right there, that was the familiarity, that femininity John needed. He stood up and walked over to John. “Lipstick, John. Lipstick happened to my lips,” he said. Sherlock scanned John’s face, categorised his reaction. Smirked, “You are going out with me tonight.”
John still glared at his mouth. When he finally realised he had been staring he breathed in deeply, raised his gaze to Sherlock’s eyes. And bravely, like the closeted bisexual, ex-army doctor he was asked, “Where to?”

***

Now, John was sitting at a bar, which name he had already forgotten and glared at the smear of lipstick on Sherlock’s glass. It was stupid, really. But seeing dark red lipstick on Sherlock’s face… he took another gulp from his third drink (or was it the fourth?).

He had tried to look at women, even checked out some guys, but his attention always fell back to his best friend. And that goddamn lipstick. They were talking about… he didn’t even know what. He looked down, surprised. How had his hand landed on Sherlock’s forearm? Didn’t matter. His eyes found Sherlock’s. He surprised himself, when he asked, “Do you want to dance with me?”

Sherlock’s face was full of questions for second. Then he said, “Let’s.”

So John got up, took Sherlock’ hand because hell, he was drunk and he wanted to. When they were on the dance floor John stood there for a second. Then started giggling. “Sherlock, I forgot that I have no idea how to dance!”

Sherlock stepped closer. “I’ll teach you,” his deep voice kindling something inside of John . The detective took John’s hands in his, put them on his shoulders. And as they stood there - John’s arms around Sherlock’s shoulders, the tall man’s lips dark red at John’s eye level – intoxicated as he was, he leaned in. Not to dance, no. To kiss. Immediately Sherlock responded – he stepped closer, put his hand on John’s neck, his thumb caressing the space behind his ear. The kiss was careful at first, but with every second it grew more rough. Leaving almost no room to breathe.

“I think we should take this dance lesson to Baker Street” John groaned between kisses. Sherlock, whose lipstick was now smeared, searched John’s eyes, then nodded.

It was a nice ‘dance lesson’ indeed.

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[sieglinde-freud]

Charlotte for the ask game

THANK YOU ANON I LOVE MY WIFE

how i feel about this character (immediately starts with me ranting)

II LOVORE RHERRRRRRR 🥹🥹🥹 she is literally my second favorite fire emblem character ever. right behind inigo, and in front of literally every other character i have ever seen mildly crazy about. i love her so much!!! and, i know maybe its like weird about a character whos clearly more on the comedic relief side, but she was really important for me growing up!! i played fates for the first time when i was like, 12? and to me she was like. well i had big dumb stupid crush on her, but also it was like. i dont know. she was just really relatable to me which is terrible sounds terrible as i admit i was 12 years old but like. desperately wanting money you dont have to give your parents who worked so hard to make you happy the life they never got to have is really relatable to me!!! and you can say putting on a false persona to get things from men is “bad” or “deceitful” or “degrading” and you know what? yeah it probably is. but sometimes life puts you in a bad position and if the cards you got are looking cute and playing dumb? well! fuck! play them!! when youre born into a system that works to put you down, you dont have to be honorable to get what you want out of it. i loved seeing her do her dumb ass act and get rewarded. it was really cathartic for me! but also her real self being welcomed by the nohrians who did get to know her was also really healing because. like. that was relatable too. IDK everything about her is j. GOD. SHES J LIKE ME FR. me if i had like 200% more confidence for sure. unfortunately i cannot break a tree with my fists…

all the people i ship romantically with this character

off the top of my head: benny, nyx, rinkah, leo, camilla, beruka, selena, odin, azura, kaze, saizo. theres probably more im just not thinking

my non-romantic otp for this character

i really love her and nyx’s relationship, i do. is it because they are my favorite fates women? perhaps. but i think their support is really cute and they both teach eachother a little bit about being comfortable in your own skin and just. you know. being women in shit situations trying to play the shit cards you were dealt. fuck!!!

my unpopular opinion for this character

i think she’s well written beyond more than a joke and i like her outfit! i mean, yeah, i wouldnt mind if there was MORE, but as it stands, eh. shes a berserker. who fucking cares.

one thing i wish would happen in canon

i really wish she had a support conversation with ryoma which is something i had mentioned before but its not really because i ship them or anything. i honestly dont know if i think thats a good match but i think that ryoma has a very interesting interaction with silas in birthright where silas explains the famine of nohr and how widespread poverty is and ryoma says “oh fuck i didnt know” LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW. YOU DIDNT THINK TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT WHY NOHR WANTS YOUR FOOD SO BAD?!?! anyways so i think charlotte, having actually lived through that unlike silas who is a noble, would have a lot of. choice words. for ryoma in regards to his ignorance and status and i really just want her to punch him in the face and him to learn a little.

my otp

benny!!! i love benny/charlotte so much which i explained in my benny ask but. they r soulmates. TO ME!!! i just think benny gets charlotte on a level that no one else in the army really can. YES i know he has no money. but. they’ll find a way im sure. also charlotte’s version of ignatius’s mom support is the BEST version fight me

my ot3

charlotte/selena/oboro… what if we were all girls and we went shopping and then we tested eachothers lip gloss together………….. liikeeee what if

[gingersnaptaff]

I hope your well Sarah anyhow the character ask rhiannon ( fuck pwyll)

I am thank u and I hope u are too!!!

Also RHIANNON? LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

favorite thing about them

Everything!!!! She's honestly amazing and such a well-rounded character it's INSANE. Idk what Anonymous was on when they wrote her but whatever it was I want some. She's forthright, isn't afraid to fuck over Gwawl so she can marry Pwyll, loving (seriously, she goes insane and chews out Manawydan when she sees Pryderi hasn't returned from hunting during branch 3 and goes in search of him), and benevolent. She is also a goddess!!! And she loves horses. And she's also incredibly sympathetic. Plus she loves her son to the point of actively going to an ominous-looking fort and whacking her hands on a dubious-looking bowl to try and get him off it. She's my favourite character after Manawydan within the four branches and I think she's very empowering in an odd way.

least favorite thing about them

Nothing. She's great.

favorite line

WELL 'BE AS SILENT FOR AS LONG AS YOU LIKE NEVER HAS A MAN MORE STUPID THAN YOU HAVE BEEN' WE MEET AGAIN. I adore that line. It's so fuckin brutal. I bet Pwyll's heart stopped and then some. I'd fuckin turn to dust if somebody said that to me.

brOTP

I think she'd be besties with Arawn. They'd get together once a month and have coffee and discuss whatever daft bastard shit Pwyll has been up to. After he passes away they probably yap about Pryderi although I do think that that takes on the tone of two mam's gossiping about their kids. (Well, one child. Arawn has adopted him.) Also, Teyrnon for similar reasons although he HAS adopted Pryderi. And I think Aranrhod too!!!! I think they're both incredibly formidable women and they'd have an amazing time eviscerating the shit out of the men in their lives.

OTP

RHIANNON AND MANAWYDAN BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. I love them so much. The PEAK couple. Ohhh, Branch 3 u sustain me so well.

nOTP

I have come around to the fact that I dislike Pwyll. I am content with this. Like bro, u made ur wife become a 'horse' but making her wear a saddle and forcing her to ferry people to ur castle after she informed them 'Oh, I cannibalised my son.' And this IS AFTER THREE YEARS OF THEM NOT HAVING KIDS AND HIS ADVISORS TRYING TO BE LIKE DIVORCE HER. THERE'S A REASON UR WIFE CALLED U FUCKIN STUPID TO UR FACE, PWYLL.

random headcanon

Her favourite food is trout which Manawydan cooks for her. After they were married he taught her how to fish and that's her stress relief.

unpopular opinion

I don't think I have one.

song i associate with them (maybe) (depends on the character)

I have two: 'Rhiannon' by Fleetwood Mac. After all, it's based on her/a book Stevie Nicks read about her, and also Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes because it oddly fits her story.

favorite picture of them

ITS MY FUCKIN WIFE. (THANK U, ALAN LEE. I have this copy of The Mabinogion and the illustrations are all gorgeous but this one???? THIS ONE???? HEY, PWYLL, I FUCKIN GET IT, BUDDY.)

[i-will-sing-no-requiem]

Pride Month Edit 4/? Pairing: Wylan Van Eck & Jesper Fahey Song: That Part by Lauren Spencer Smith Media: Six of Crows Book / Shadow and Bone TV Show Scenepack by @/xmythopoeia on instagram & tiktok

[confessionsdiaz]

im gonna fucking SCRWAM

[brookiidookiii]

oughhh jock! jock i love you jock. for the ask

Oh thank you for this. They’re my childhood OTP so I do have a lottttt to say. Sommeliershipping permanently doomed me to only enjoy rivals to lovers dynamics

1. What made you ship it?

First off they are constantly touching each others chests MY GOD. Not to mention how often they get up in each others faces holy shit.

That is ZOKE levels of closeness. Jesus

I think you have to be dumb to not see why people ship it. Also that whole “need to be dominated” scene with dawn, then jo shows up right after that and bosses him around. COME ON. Then the rest of that scene and how it played out. Him poking her chest and then she pushes him away in a way that’s like “oh I’ll show you who’s boss.” Squat thruster ‼️‼️‼️ (why did she do that) Plus she seems to have genuine respect for him which is really nice. She’s given him the most nicknames out of everyone too.

Also 2/5 of bricks confessionals are about jo. The other three times he’s just talking about himself. I thought that’d be fun to mention. Jo wants to feel good about herself and brick wants to be a fashion designer and he can make her cute clothes i think.

I am never going to let anyone ever forget about that “maybe brick and jo wanna kiss and make up?” line UGHHH. Even Chris low key shipped it. There’s just sooo much to them. Also comedy potential with lightning thinking Jo’s a gay twink the whole time and idk maybe there could be something with jock and lightning. I’m convinced at least a few animators shipped them.

Just WIWJWJEN there’s so so so much. She’s the only person who convinced him to go against his code. That man is devoted. And then when she pulled him out of that grave and there was music playing and they zoomed in on them holding hands.. I initially shipped them because when I was younger I was looking for fanart and came across a fake screenshot of them kissing and 9 year old me beloved it was real 🥲 you can imagine my disappointment when they didn’t end up smooching. In the finale they’re constantly next to each other too. There’s way too much going on between them, I also take Jo’s dream about letting a guy win because she found him ‘attractive’ as a jock crumb. + they have a good ship name.

That rock climbing scene where brick talks about his rock wall climbing badge or something and jo seems genuinely impressed for a moment, then he goes on and says how he dislocated his hip and jo is like “oh never mind he’s weird.” LMAOOO. Brick really wanted to show off there huh. They’re both so fucking stupid iwhwnsnens

Plus we know Jo’s type is dark hair and cleft chins. She really needs to kiss her rivals okay

2. What are your favorite things about this ship?

Basically everything I mentioned before. Bricks “need to be dominated” basically confirms that jo would be his type, what can I say. And he calls her ma’am, and is just generally very respectful even when she gets under his skin. I really really love how jo tries to get under his skin, it’s so fun. And brick is slowly losing his mind. Also he didn’t vote for her in ep7, he voted for lightning, and we know that because jo got her marshmallow first, meaning lightning got one vote from brick. That is soo. Yeah. He probably would feel bad if he voted for her. He probably didn’t vote for her in ep4 either.

And he breaks his code for her. Like, his entire thing is never leave a man behind, and jo convinces him to leave everyone behind. And that causes his first elimination but MANNNNN…. He really really respects her. And I really like women who bully their boyfriends, it’s so fun. There’s probably so much more that I could say about them that I forgot to add.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

When people write their platonic dynamic in fanfics is always so. Meh. They treat it like she just harasses him but he views her as an equal, and she sees him as a competitor she can actually have banter with. Also please stop calling them mlm/wlw solidarity. I’m not saying that because I ship them but because she has made it her life goal to make his as miserable as possible. HOSTILITY.

I’ll make my own analysis on their rivalry, not to be shippy but so people just understand how they interact because a lot of people don’t get it.

Jock is very very special to me. The only way I can enjoy m/f ships is if they’re fighting 24/7. It’s awesome. Plus he’s also the only man I can ship with Jo tbh. Other m/f Jo ships make me like ehhhhh I dunno

[redwayfarers]

so i made a thing i refuse to edit but here's a stupid little nika and magnai thing that's been in my head all fucking day. with a side of nika + artoirel bc they're THE otp

After the Naadam, Magnai was obviously displeased. The Oronir tribe should’ve won, without any doubt, and the little Mol were supposed to stay just that, little. Yet they’d managed to gather allies - outsiders even - and thus, until the next Naadam, the mighty Oronir are dethroned, and the Mol are just slightly bigger than they normally are.  Even in his displeasure, though, he has to admit that he finds the outsiders interesting. There’s a Doman, Hien, and his samurai friend. There are also hyur - a man and a woman. The woman Magnai cares little about, but the man catches his attention the moment the Oronir warriors bring them before him.  There’s something in his eyes, Magnai thinks. They are of different colors, but that’s the least interesting thing about them. They’re hard, they offer a challenge; when Magnai speaks, they follow the man’s words with equal defiance. He introduces himself as Nika, in a voice that still rings of boyhood, even if his body is that of a man.  Magnai later learns he also sings. But before he heard his ballads and tales, he heard his bow sing in the Naadam, and that’s what stayed with him. Nevermind that he heard Nika actually sing later, in the celebrations of the Mol’s victory, and that there was so much joy in it that it almost made Magnai forget his pride was wounded.  This man is no ordinary outsider, Magnai decides. Not only is he a khagan, but also a bowman that rivals the Oronir, and he sings songs that can make stars weep. Too bad that when their eyes meet, Nika still looks as defiant as he did back before the Naadam even took place.  Even worse, Magnai likes it that way. 

“Care to burn that dinner off, Magnai?” Nika asks. The sun is setting behind the Dawn throne, making his black hair stand out against the warm sea of rays behind him. It paints his skin with light, or maybe that’s the brilliant flash of teeth he gives Magnai as he stretches his neck. “Been sitting for a long fucking time. Isn’t it time for your twentieth daily wrestling or something?”  “That is a form of exercise, khagan,” Magnai responds, voice on edge. He takes another hard bite of meat and chews loudly. “One needs food to do it.”  “I think I know a guy who’d stare at you dead in the face for chewing like that,” Nika grimaces. Then his face changes. “I would like to see him stare you down, though. Just to see who wins. Unstoppable force against an immovable object.”  Magnai frowns. “Who is this man? Are you challenging me on his behalf?”  Nika stares. Then he bursts out laughing, like Magnai just told the funniest joke on the Steppe. Women don’t laugh at him like that, only his warrior brothers and apparently, the outsider khagan. “He has zero idea you exist at all, Magnai.”  “Take me to him! We take the yol and fly to wherever he is!” Magnai drops his plate on the ground and raises his chin. Nika’s face contorts as if he’s trying so hard to not laugh still, and then the mask breaks and he wheezes out even more laughter.  “I am not taking you to Ishgard,” Nika says in between laughs, but Magnai has no idea where Ishgard is, nor who this mysterious man may be, he only knows he doesn’t like being laughed at, and here is Nika, near crying from how hard he’s laughing. His scar scrunches around his forehead as he wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Artoirel would end me on sight. I care about a few people’s opinions, and his is one of them, so no, you’re not going to Ishgard, yol or no yol.” Magnai stands up. “You are in the Steppe–”  “And you’re the big bad Oronir leader guy. Brother of the Sun, was it? I respect that. You can make me break a sweat. But!” Nika raises a finger and lifts a brow. “Until the next Naadam, you’re not khagan. If that frustrates you, we can fight it out. But no Ishgard! Khagan’s orders, or whatever.”  He holds Magnai’s stare. Magnai has to admit to himself he likes that, too. 

Magnai’s vindicated heart soars when he has Nika in his room, pressed against the wall with little room to move, let alone escape. The indignancy on his face, expressive as ever, makes Magnai laugh, tall and powerful over him.  “What now, khagan?” Magnai asks, his delight obvious.  Nika claws at his skin and attempts to kick him in the shins. His hair’s in disarray, his clothes too. All of this delights Magnai to a degree he hasn’t felt in a long, long while.  “Don’t lord over me, you asshole,” Nika bites out. His breath comes out faster.  “What now, khagan?” Magnai repeats.  Nika pulls him by the horns. “This is what, you giant lizard,” he says roughly and kisses him hard. 

“We can count on you in Doma, then?” It’s the last night before Nika and the outsiders leave, with a promise of the Xaela and their yol in the upcoming battle, and it’s also the last night Magnai has to look at the uninterrupted expanse of Nika’s skin. He’ll miss it; he’ll miss its touch, he’ll miss the silky black hair, but above all, he will miss Nika’s defiant, mismatched eyes.  “Yes. Nothing threatens the Steppe.” Magnai leans on his elbow. “Good to know. Garleans are shit for everyone.” Nika settles on the bed. “What?”  “You are leaving tomorrow. I’d like to look at you.”  “No khagans this time around?”  “By the time you come to the Steppe next, you will not be one.” Magnai smiles. “You are not my Nhaama, but this was pleasant.”  “I lack tits to be your Nhaama, for one. Number two, even if I had them, I’d still not be the woman you want.” Nika turns to the side and grabs the covers. Small firelight illuminates the scar on his hand. “You don’t need tits to be a woman, but you know what I meant. As a final word of advice on that, women like it when you’re not an acerbic and prideful fuck.” He laughs, but it’s a shaky sound. “Take it from me. Otherwise, this was pleasant for me too.” Magnai laughs. “I’ll see you on the field of battle, Nika. Together, Nhaama or not, we will bring the Garlean empire to its knees. Nothing defeats the yol of the Xaela.”  Nika raises a hand. “Don’t have a drink with me, but here’s to seeing Garleans fall once and for all. And to you finding that damn Nhaama.” He then smiles, and it’s a soft, gentle thing. “I think I already found mine.”  In the morning, as Nika is flying off to save Doma, Magnai watches him go. He will really, really miss Nika’s eyes.

[toburnup]

Just wanting to pick your brain( bc I'm kind of like this too) what is it about Steve? He's the common denominator in all the ships you write (Which you do so beautifully btw) like steddie, stommy, and now stonathan (!!!!!). And you've also said it's easier for you to write in Steve's POV than Eddie's. Is there a particular reason? Do you relate to him in canon or your writing?

You are such a genius, I could listen to you talk about your writing all day.

I cannot wait for whatevers coming down the pike: the wip stonathan fic, the iylo update (see what I did there?) . Everything you put out into the world is a gift anyway so <3

!! thank you! hah, why steve? i'm not sure! i was a steve hater for a long time. still am, in a lot of ways.

in canon, i like steve best as a side character. his character motivations shift so drastically between seasons that i find the more screentime he gets, the less sense he makes lmao (probably why i disliked the scoops storyline, tho i love s3 robin).

and honestly, i think i like writing steve as much as i do because i want to read him a certain way, and it's not a version i see enough (for my taste). i really like steve as someone with grey moral values, a bit selfish, rude as a default. not necessarily stupid but he doesn't care if he's wrong. competitive to a ridiculous degree. distracted by trying to figure out who he is but also caring too much about what other people think to really find an answer.

i relate to him (the way i write him) in a few ways, but it's hard for me to pinpoint the exact reasons why tbh. some people who know me well can read my writing and see when i'm projecting onto him.

the big thing for me is i like writing him falling for different people. i love his friendship with tommy and carol, and all the potential romantic overlap. him and eddie are fun (and i love eddie, but steddie isn't my ~OTP~ or anything). jonathan is a PAIN to write but i'm liking it so far. and i know some people will give me grief for it, but i'm also writing a metalsandwich fic (so steve, billy, and eddie) which has been super fun.

i find the s2 confrontation between billy & steve at the byers house to be one of steve's best scenes ("were you dropped too much as a child, or what?... she's not here") - lying to billy's face feels like a fucking wild choice and i love it. steve with anger simmering beneath the surface. finally learning to plant his feet. still gets beaten to a pulp <3

he's an idiot boy and i love him.

did this answer the question? maybe! i can also talk about steve forever, so i love getting messages like this :) :) thank you for reading my works.