#ps you are so polite and nice!! :D

[gizzymoes]

Sorry if this is an odd question, but I'm dying to know. I've seen a lot of accounts with fixations on robots in media and I'm absolutely a part of it but is there a name for this? Is it like the robotfucker fandom or something? /genuine question

Also I'd love to see P03 from Inscryption in your style if you haven't drawn him already! Or at least your opinion on him would be awesome.. I wanna punch him in the screen ❤️

Thank you so much in advance!! Much love! 💖

What if I told you... this is my first time drawing PO3 😳🤭

I don't know anything about PO3 but from the looks of it he seems like a snarky cheeky bastard. As for your question about what to name this fandom, I'd present Big Bot Lovers

[kyluff]

— ↺ Baby Daddies

✎ gojo + geto + nanami + toji + choso x reader !

✦ summary ➠ some jjk men finding out they are going to be a daddy.

✦ warnings ➠ pregnancy (duh), swearing, mentions of sex

✦ note ➠ Also ps the gojo one is kinda cringe ngl but whatever kinda cute, my fave is the Nanami one I think.

✪ Satoru Gojo

— Gojo had been lounging around on your shared bed the whole day. It was one of his odd days off, so he chose to spend it being lazy.

As he was living carefree and innocently, you had just found out you were pregnant. Not that this should be a surprise.

Sure, your period being very late and the puking in the morning should’ve been enough of a sign that you were pregnant. But you didn’t actually think you were pregnant, pregnant.

But that was the reality you faced now in the bathroom of your master bedroom. You knew you couldn’t hide anything from your frost haired boyfriend for too long, so mays well fess up about it quickly.

You took the positive stick with you as you made your way to the room that was connected and that held Gojo. You weren’t too scared to tell him, because he always made it annoyingly obvious to you that he wanted a baby with you. Every minute he got he would make a comment about how nice it would be to have a child running around, how cute you’d look with your stomach swollen, how tiny baby clothes were and he told you how he envisioned his future child in them.

So no, you didn’t feel much fear. As for you thoughts on the predicament, you also had wanted a kid. Though you didn’t make your opinion as aware as he did, you still wanted to have one some day, and that day was this one it seemed.

You waltzed up to him, throwing the stick onto his exposed chest. “Looks like you got what you wanted.”

He threw a confused look your way. “Huh?” He let out the sound, but it died out as he held the object thrown at him and saw what it actually was. “You’re pregnant?!”

You only nodded, readying yourself for whatever celebration that was going to happen soon. Just as you expected, he sprung up and attached onto you to bring you down onto the bed with him.

“Yes! Yes! This is perfect. Thank you,” He planted so many quick kissed onto you face that they interrupted his sentence formation. “Thank you, thank you.”

“You should thank yourself for this, you are the one who always chooses to come inside.” You remarked jokingly, also wrapping your arms around him.

✪ Suguru Geto

— You sat nervously on the bed that was wrapped in white, thin paper to ensure it was clean for any patient that had to use it. And that patient was you. You gripped your husbands hand harder, looking to find comfort in his eyes.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright.” He smiled and brought your hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. “We get so see her this time, isn’t that exciting?”

He used ‘her’ to refer to the growing babe in your stomach, but you didn’t truly know the sex of them just yet. He just hoped for a baby girl, hence the use of the pronoun.

Today was your first official appointment at the doctors that you would actually see your baby. You were both feeling so many emotions right now. You were both excited as well as frightened at the same time. You would be able to see your bundle of joy, but there was also a possibility of the fetus having something wrong with them, like a illness.

The door opened and your doctor entered. “Hello, I’ll be helping you for today. My name is D/n, pleasure to meet you.” She thrusted her hand towards your husband, then you as well.

“To begin, we’re just going to start with you Miss mommy. We will perform some basic health checks, your levels and such. How does that sound?” She was very sweet, always making sure to ask if you were ok to proceed.

“Sounds perfect.” Your husband responded for you politely. You added in a nod too.

“Now, let’s move on to what you’ve both been waiting for.” After your procedure was done, it was time for your baby’s turn. “I’m going to perform a ultrasound, you’ll be able to literally see your baby through this! All parents are overjoyed about their first ultrasound.”

“I’d say I’m more anxious, actually.” You muttered, you didn’t want to be a killjoy but how could you not? There was a big step between knowing you’re pregnant and watching your belly grow and actually seeing your baby.

“And that is completely normal! Many say the same too, if you are worried then that is just a sign you are going to be a caring mother.” She had a perfect response for everything. She must’ve been use to all of this already. “Now, I will warn you that the gel is quite cold, but that’s the worst that’s going to happen for this step.”

“Before I start, I ask all my patients if they would like to know the gender.” You both would definitely like to know, since Geto was so keen on it being a little girl.

“Yes please, my husband wants it to be a girl you see.” You informed D/n.

“And as for you? What would you like the gender to be?” She asked you this time.

“My wife doesn’t care much either way. She almost always corrects me when I say our baby is a girl.” Geto sent a look of admiration your way. Everyone took a moment to chuckle, once the moment was over you decided it was time to get it over with.

“Let’s do this, then.” You let it out as a breath. “You ready, Suguru?”

“Not really, are you?” He was joking, half joking at least.

“Not at all.” You responded, letting the man kiss your hand again.

The professional spread the gel all over the surface of your rounded stomach. Once it was to her liking, she turned on the machine and grabbed the device that had the sensor on the end of it. “Let’s see your baby!”

Except it wasn’t just a ‘baby’ the correct term would be ‘babies’ because there’s was two. “Oh, how lovely, you will be having twins it seems.”

Twins? You thought, what would Suguru think about this. So you tilted your head to your husband that was eagerly sitting beside you on his chair. He was in his own world, not noticing you were even looking at him. He eyes were stuck on the screen that showcased the little white and grey blurbs that were your babies.

“And it seems your husband was right about the gender, they’re both healthy, baby girls!” She cheered, continuously moving the wand around your stomach to get new angles.

“You see, I was right!” He pointed out, shimmying closer to your body that was laying down still.

“How do you feel about finding out it’s twins?” You couldn’t help but ask him, anticipating his response.

“I feel that whatever those results would have shown, I would still love you just the same.” He hummed, bringing his hand to your face and brushing your hair out of your face to lay a kiss on your forehead. “I might even love you more.”

✪ Kento Nanami

— Nanami had been at the grocery store, he had to purchase a long list of things. The list contained many things like milk, batteries, lettuce, a pregnancy test or two. Normal things.

Except, this was not normal of course. Nanami especially did not feel normal as of right now, he felt on edge ever since he received the text from you to add a pregnancy test to the grocery list. His phone almost fell right out of his hands at the store when he read it.

And now he was home finally.

You heard his car pull up earlier, so you were already there to meet him at the door once he came through. There was a awkward pause when he laid eyes on you. You didn’t know what to do, you just texted him out of the blue that you needed a pregnancy test. That could only mean one thing, that you were pregnant, or at least there was a possibility of it.

He dropped the bags that he held at the door way of your house where he stood. He quickly sped walk towards you, slightly leaning down to match your height. He brought his hands up to cup your face, he didn’t do anything now, just stare into your eyes. You looked into each others soul, relishing in this intimate moment together.

“You think you’re pregnant?” He asked in a soft voice as not to ruin the moment. You sighed but nodded still.

At this, he closed the gap between your lips and left a intense kiss on them. He pulled back but not too far, wanting to stay as close as he could to you right now.

“Alright.” Is what he said before he left you to return to the previously held bags. He searched through them to find the box that held the stick you needed.

He came back to where you still stood, placing the said box in one of your hands and taking the other in his to hold. “Let’s go the washroom, together.”

You nodded again, following the man that held your hand now. Together, you thought. That single word made you feel warm, it made you feel not so alone in this whole situation.

He opened the door that lead to your bathroom, stilling and letting you in so you could pee on the test in privacy. But you didn’t want that. “Can you stay?” You waited a moment. “Please?”

“Of course.” He kissed you cheek. You sat on the toilet, taking time to just stare at the unopened test before you. Nanami picked up on this, gently taking the box out of your hands and opening the package himself. He gave it back to you now, he hoped that this would send a message to you, that he was there for you no matter what.

You did your thing, peeing on the stick finally. You pulled it back up from underneath you, looking up at Nanami again. “Now we just wait, I guess.”

And wait you did, anxiously to say the least. You had now changed positions. You sat on the counter of the sink, in between your boyfriends legs while he stood. He had been spitting encouraging and comforting words while also rubbing soothing circles on your legs and back. Anything to pass the time and bring you consolation.

The amount of time that was needed had passed. Now it was time to look at the results.

You went to grab the stick but before you could, Nanami grabbed your hand to halt you. “I want you to know that now matter what it says, I’ll still love and support you, ok?”

“Ok.” You smiled up at the blonde, he always knew how to calm you down. He then let go of you so that you could continue with your pursuit of finding out the results.

You flipped the stick over and there it was, two lines that meant you were pregnant. You let a shaky breath out, not sure how to react to this. You looked at Nanami to see how he was handling this, fairly well it seemed. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes looked almost watery.

He took the test away from you, tracing the two lines that went downwards on the tiny screen. He dropped the stick back onto the surface, wrapping his hands around the back of your neck to bring you in for a big, celebratory kiss.

“I am honoured to be able to have a child with you, Y/n.”

✪ Toji Fushiguro

— The black haired man let out a yawn as he rested his feet on the row of benches in front of him. He had his arms stretched across the seats on either side of him too, completely relaxed in his current state. He was watching the boat race today.

This was his favourite hobby by far, he could just laze around the stadium all day and possibly win some money, though he seemed to have bad luck and lose most of it. He didn’t care though, because gambling put him in a good mood, nothing could bring him down. Then his annoying phone ringer went off, signalling someone was calling you. Now that, that could bring him down.

The race was set to start soon, any minute now even. He pulled the phone out of his pocket, your contact lit up the screen. He sighed, there was two minutes left until the boats started racing, he could spare one call with you.

“What, woman?” He drawled out with annoyance evident in his voice. Could you have called at a worse time? He thought internally.

“Get home, now.” Is all he heard on his side of the line before the call was ended by you. Who does she think she is, hanging up on me like that? And only saying three words! Even though he protested in his mind, he got up none the less and made his way to your shared apartment.

After you had ended that call, you immediately felt a wave of anxiety wash through your body. You were in the bathroom on the toilet, positive pregnancy test in hand.

You shouldn’t be surprised really, ever since the two of you started this relationship Toji insisted on having sex without a condom. Now you were forced to face the consequences to your actions, well Toji’s actions really.

You stood up, deciding you should get ready for your boyfriends arrival.

Once Toji arrived, he was met with your figure sitting at the kitchen table. You had your elbows rested on the surface and your hands covering your head. You looked distressed.

He walked up to you, kicking the chair leg you sat on. “What’s up with you? The race was just about to start too and then you had to go and call me all the way over here.”

You didn’t respond verbally, only pulling out a little stick and slamming it on the table in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow, picking the unknown object up and inspecting it. Oh shit, he thought. And that’s what he said out loud too. “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit? That’s all you have to say, really?!” You were starting to get angry now, what kind of response is that to such important news.

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, this was a genuine question. He wanted to know what you wished for as a response, did you want to keep it? Or didn’t you? He needed to know.

“I want you to say,” You breathed in. “I want you to say you’re happy, to say you’re happy to have a baby with me.” You whispered.

He wasn’t the best with sharing his emotions, you know this, but he showed it now in his own way. He dropped down to his knees in front of your chair, grabbing each of your hands and bringing them to his lips.

“I wanna have a baby with you.” He mumbled against your hands and kissed them.

✪ Choso Kamo

— Choso sat on the couch while watching the tv play in the living room. The two of you had cooked up some breakfast, it was early in the morning, but it was the weekend so you both could just relax and spend time doing what you want.

You were doing your morning routine in the bathroom, or at least that’s what Choso was told you were up to. Instead, you were nervously awaiting for the results of the second pregnancy test you had used. The first one was positive, so if this one was too, then it had to mean you were pregnant for sure.

You knew Choso had wanted a child ever since you met, he had told you almost every time you fucked. But for some reason, you still felt scared for his reaction once you told him.

Choso, finished his breakfast by now, had begun to feel worried. You have been in there for quite some time now, too long for your usual routine, and he knew how long you usually took. He had witnessed it almost every morning for the past two years. Plus he had to use the bathroom anyway, so he decided to go to you.

He placed his bowl in the sink, wiped his hands and went to go see what was taking you so long. Once he reached the door, he knocked on it. “Hey, Y/n. Everything alright in there?”

Your heart stopped, the white sticks almost dropping from your hands. “Uhm, ya! Almost done!”

“Can I come in, I have to pee really bad.” He giggled, gripping the doorframe in an attempt to hold his piss in.

You let a breath out, trying to ground yourself. This is Chose we’re talking about, he’s wanted a baby forever, and he loves you. He’ll be ok with it, you told your self. You threw one of the tests in the garbage and kept the other, holding it behind your back.

“Sorry, I lost track of time.” You said as you opened the door, allowing your boyfriend to come in.

“It’s fine.” He rushed past you, not without laying a kiss on your cheek though. He placed himself in front of the toilet, ready to unzip his pants, but stopped as he looked your way. You looked suspicious, you were standing by the sink and staring at him. The most interesting fact was that you had your hands behind your back, like you were hiding something.

He stopped in his tracks and came closer to you. “What you got back there?”

“This.” You said when you shoved the test into his chest. You had a smile on even though you were afraid, but you knew Choso would be excited. “You’re going to be a daddy, Choso.”

He brought the stick to his face, he was surprised to say the least, but a good kind of surprise. He had wanted this with you for a long time.

He grabbed you, picking you up and flinging you around in celebration. “I’m going to be a dad!” He laughed out.

“And I’m going to be a mom!” You laughed along with him. Placing kisses all over each other’s faces.

[legrzybek]

{imagine me showing up with a very polite bow okok!} {since I have a lot of headcanons around it, I’ve found myself wondering; what’s your thoughts on how two time reacted Before encountering Azure in a round? That brief window of time where they were forsaken, but before they knew He was there? And their change in behavior if any after the fact?} {I just think it’s a fun idea! :D}

{ps hope you have a good day :)}

THIS TOOKME SO LONG TO ANSWER IM SO SORRY i remember getting this ask whiile typing this one post and was like oh wowie i kinda described a bit of that there soo i'll try to add onto it a bit AAAH

so yeaH again,,,,before azure came along, they were trying to repress a lot of things regarding him & what happened ('it's not that i don't remember, it's that i don't want to remember' hmmmm) and the only thing that they could desperately cling onto was their belief in the spawn, only fueled more by the false power that the spectre gave them,,,they were also extremely secretive and unwilling to talk about themselves at all, avoiding questions and getting defensive if somebody was especially persistent

and also.it's not like they constantly yapped and yapped about the spawn tbh they were very aware of the weird looks they got whenever they said something about their faith and that did irk them, even if they tried not to show it,, they still mentioned the spawn to others when for example expressing gratitude(like the in-game dialogue) but usually, they talked & prayed to themselves

when they first saw azu they felt.a lot of things,,,,they honestly couldn't believe that it's really him standing before them again,,they were happy that he's back, that perhaps the spawn has rewarded him with a second chance too,,,,but they also felt absolutely horrid for what they did to him in the first place.and.that feeling only became heavier after hearing what he had to say about them, how much he has to suffer because of them and now despises them for it

their facade was beginning to crumble, repressing who they truly are was barely possible anymore, all the memories and feelings they tried to push away flooded back,,,,,their instability could now be outwardly seen, they often completely broke down, horribly guilty and ashamed of themselves,,the crisis and doubt they held for their faith that they also previously repressed was only intensifying after seeing what happened to azure bc. they wholeheartedly believed that they were the only one that deserved the pain, not their beloved, so why did their god do that to him????IMMSTRUGGLING WITH thE WORDS SORR BUT I HOPE U GET THE GIST

they weren't one to really stick close with the group even before this, but they've started disappearing during intermissions even more frequently. it's often that the others found them away from the main cabin, sitting in the forest or near the water, blankly staring in front of themselves,,once they realized someone's approaching, they instantly switched their demeanor, that forced smile appearing on their face again,,,after azure's appearance though, they didn't even do that anymore. a lot of the time, they were unresponsive when somebody tried talking to them in this state,,,,, they only continued to stare at nothing, just.stuck in their own mind

okthats All because IM STRUGGLING AHHHHHHHHHH SORRYIF ITS ASS AND AGAIN.APOLOGIES THAT THIS TOOK SO DAMN LONG HFGJDGFJF

I HOPE U HAVE A VERY NICE DAY TOO !!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ YAYA

[sugar-petals]

Hi caro 🌹 I saw in your hyunjin kibbe post( which I loved brw) that you mentioned some luxury brands and their go to kibbe types . I was wondering what kind of brands would best suit pure romantic? There is so little about the subject of pure R s sadly . Have a nice day ❤

KIBBE'S PURE ROMANTIC IN FASHION & HISTORY (+ even architecture)

R is the opposite of the tall, non-curve dominant dramatic and flamboyant natural model body types, which is why it SEEMS juxtaposed to haute couture on paper, as if people thought:

"romantic = gentle flowing style of bygone eras on a small figure 8 body = not fashion just a past reference,

dramatic = severe modernity with ultra sharp lines on a statuesque body = yep, that's forward modern fashion for the runway".

...even if the opposite is easily true (e.g. damiano david often dressing fashionably romantic)!

and the strawberry R dress causing a real fashion ruckus.

sure, that polar opposite logic isn't 100% erroneous. dressing tall models in R will often feel retrospective and damiano is SD-ish so he can do both; plus yin garments are too cinched & short for 6'0+ models as no vertical is accommodated.

there's a reason why the 50s are THE romatic (+ SC) era, as is baroque, R feeling almost confined to these periods.

however, many brands actually do design innovative yin lines! romantic equals luxury, excess & abundance (= upper class), ornamentation and glamour itself, as kibbe wrote, after all. a dramatic body type does not exude abundance and ornamental detail at all.

(even if such garments can cost hundreds and it could be difficult to craft and accurately sew!)

D is spartan, brutalist, geometric, NOT copious. which is ironic and deceptive for a luxury brand, supposedly the opposite of austere and simple! wealth whispers would be a classic type motto. but money on display is always R, always redundant, almost always past-oriented, and once again ironically very feminine-coded even if wealth is and was mostly in men's hands worldwide.

as a pompous, infuriating and exaggerated example, look at the german castle neuschwanstein of bavarian king ludwig above, or (jump scare) mar-a-lago's wasteful wannabe versailles-style interiors below.

insanity how this can exist. note how "princess"-like it all is, the inverse of masculine, hard, dark, angular, strong yang. showing material affluence is confusingly yin? 😅 as if, a guy is so rich, he can quite literally afford to display femininity in his interiors. nothing about this alludes to D, FN, SD.

you wouldn't guess a guy like trump lives there. soft fabrics, candles, florals, ruffles, lace, pastels... everything we associate with hyperfemininity and the romantic type: the inverse of donald who is a flamboyant natural (tall + width), men's 'chad/archetype' of our time — paired with the SD trend — and fashion's towering ideal body ever since the 90s (claudia, gigi, candice, naomi, adriana etc, and all male models ever, like tyson beckford).

quite a political and aesthetic paradox, the world upside down. maybe - on top of trump dressing business pure classic, i.e. far off his type - that's why he looks out of place, as if you photoshopped it in.

PS: the stereotypical villain's castle in fiction is almost always gloomy and pure dramatic, immediately signalling its intent without hiding. (minas morgul in lotr, maleficent in disney)

talk about excess, anyway, and that's where i answer the question: the notoriously well-off catholic church is very SD/R in its aesthetic, too, similar to european aristocracy. that's probably why many italian fashion houses love a yin branding. rounded yin is catholic (st mark's basilica, venice). italy idolizes the yin body type.

^look how dolce & gabbana draws from this to make it TR. that's why i include architecture in this post. it intertwines.

if you look at many historic arabic garments/buildings or especially dynastic china, too, pure R is also prominent in noble dress and art. if you want to study the romantic type, study ottoman and chinese (fashion) culture. even the men wear waist emphasis, decorative fabric, dresses/skirts, rounded head gears and fine jewels.

all of this heavily influences luxury today, which is why i took some time diving into history.

so, finally: ROMANTIC BRANDS!

as mentioned, versace is very ornamental yin overall, even the logo. no sharp D lines to be seen. they do several kibbe types, but R is a huge focus.

dolce & gabbana is always between TR, SD, and pure R. chungha being soft gamine fits the brand. she always wears R and TR. this brand is the most yin in europe, IMO.

guo pei, the most wonderful and well-crafted of all. such details, pure R eye candy. my favorite. it's no surprise they successfully dressed rihanna (SD). guo pei is a genius. everything she does is yin.

she is one of the few designers who shares her own essence with her clothing creations. guo is also very yin.

robert wun is always going tumblr viral. those light reflective fabrics. it's the darker side of romantic, not soft and sweet. still, draped and translucent, only sometimes SD and TR. i think robert is the frontier to make romantic lines modern and gender-neutral. so good.

smaller/lesser-known/less pricey R brands:

innika choo

chi chi london

confete

loveshackfancy

sir the label

morning lavender

revolve

icy city co

jessa kae

shopbop

doen

steele

lacemade

chicwish

for love and lemons

miss patina

hope this helped! thank you for reading and sending such an interesting question.

[ccazimi]

Hi cee, im about to yap about how deeply in love i am with (all) of your sukuna fanfic.

uhh warning, i am not good with stringing words and allat, and i never interact beyond liking stuff with blogs cuz im lazy asl. That's why i choose to read instead, and dear. am i so so happy i found your blog. there's so much i wanted to say its making me so confused how to make it structured and ive been thinking of sending this like. a month ago. you successfully made me infatuated to sukuna out of all characters in the web. he went from nice looking evil villain to a nice looking evil villain all over my phone and desktop.

ok ok so like, starting off, found your unckuna fic first. it went from a 'im so bored i need new flavor.' so this dark content writer to that dark content writer and honestly idk why yours stood out the most but one fic turned into binging your whole masterlist. ;w;;

how the hell do i describe that unckuna fic with my limited vocabulary. but the change of reader & sukuna (still an asshole throughout and i love him (and u) very much for it) from that polite distance, to dependency to him, to him distancing himself because he saw how fucked it is, not from his own vision but by placing himself in someone else's shoes and then the confrontation and the ending that made me PRAY there's another part. it's not just the smut that captivated me (which is surprising 4 me cause i came for that if i had to confess) but the whole entirety of reader and sukuna's dynamic that you made really intricate is what really stood out. how you write them that makes me even question why. i feel every ounce of shame, disappointment, embarrassment, more shame,, even anger. and now im just eagerly waiting on that next part. cause i know you'd ate.

iirc your next fic that i consumed is To Be Human. loved it. made me more in love with sukuna. cried a bit at the end. the reader is so funny in a way and how she and sukuna slowly became more and more intimate? and sukuna burning down that village for her?? and how you just ended it like THAT??? thought i'd hate it but i physically cant cause my hand just keeps clicking on it to reread every once in a while.

the oneshots are so fucking funny too. cackled at the dead of night, truly lived up to the name of no 1 sukuna tormentor. why is reader such a menace. i love her.

my next dddne from you is Nightingale, this one, well, i actually read it with breaks every few days cause it was the last thing and i didnt wanna run out of stuff to read. that series introduced me to a whole lotta genre i would've thought nasty (dont stop) and refuse to eat but honestly? naur the dread reading it is actually lowkey addicting. imsosorryimyapping.

and then you uploaded The Contendings, that threw me into a goddamn rabbit hole of ancient egyptian mythology. the vampire reader poll (genuinely happy vampire reader won.) (but now that i think about it i also wanna see what you'd come up with vampire sukuna :T) and the release of Currit in Sanguine Nostra. wow. how do you serve every. time. it also have some pretty nasty stuff (again, dont stop.) and i ate it very gratefully.

idk what else to say since this is my first time sending whatever what this feature is called, but im just here to let you know you've got a fan who's always eager to eat what you have in mind. i love just how detailed you go into describing stuff but how subtle you can be portraying others. and im not sure if you're accepting these kinda stuff but can i be your 🗝️ anon if possible (and available) :'3, i jus saw it on other blogs and thought thats so cute and im planning on staying for a looong time so i hope you'll continue to feed us.

ps: have you stumbled across wasp!sukuna. oh and pls take ur time on the second part of unckuna fic :D

HI HI 🗝️ ANON ILY wow this ask made me so happy it changed my brain chemistry lowkey im gonna print it out and tape it on my wall ….

anyways read under the line cut bc there is an absolute YAPfest incoming im sorry i wanted to dignify this with thorough responses hehe

first of all im sooo excited i converted you into a sukuna fan :D

im thrilled that you could see what i was trying to lay out with the unckuna fic which is that it’s not only smutty kink stuff but meant to make the reader also feel the range of emotions that i assume would realistically arise in such a situation. ive probably already said this before but i think a lot of incest fics ive come across were just kink stuff and it read like “yeah im fucking my uncle and im super chill abt it” which ofc nothing wrong with that (in fics), but i personally see incest as almost ….psychological horror tbh.

and that element of “horror” is something im purposefully leaning into the next part like it’s supposed to be as erotic as it is deeply uncomfortable but at the same time im kinda nervous about it for some reason because balancing those elements is kinda hard and i might just ask for a beta reader when i finish the entire part to make sure it feels alright

i think to be human was the first time i dipped my feet trying a new type of format where an entire story is basically told in a long(ish) one shot. i went into a deep dive of kitsune lore and mythology for that one and basically there were some interesting themes of humanity - i think one thing i wanted to stress in that point is sukuna’s humanity. despite everything, even with his four arms and cannibalistic tendencies and however much he tries to deny it, sukuna was still a human, and that is in indirectly in a way what led to that ending. (speaking of endings can you tell im obsessed with bittersweet endings)

the oneshots… listen i think i have some kind of jester blood in me there’s just some innate need to bother my loved ones and if sukuna was real he would not catch a single break 😭😭😭

NIGHTINGALE. my first dead dove writing… looking back that was just me hornyposting LMAOO there were honestly barely any nuances or plot it was just my ovaries speaking. im glad it got u into some freak shit though 👅

the contendings was also lowkey my ovaries speaking from that one egyptian sukuna edit on TikTok which also jumpstarted the hyperfixations deep dive 😭 for the vampire reader poll tbh im also glad it won bc it seems like every vampire au fic i read the guy is the vampire ig cuz it’s seen as the “dominant” role (im probably not wording that right)… but imo vampires can very much symbolize an honestly kind of pathetic existence that’s marked by constant hunger. anyways there’s a shock collar in the next part Lol i didn’t want to shy away from how physically violent they can get with each other and how brutal sukuna can be

also yes i did indeed stumble upon wasp!sukuna. loved it but also my fucking stupid brain could only think abt how male wasps are literally princesses that don’t do SHIT in the nest like they’re just coddled and raised for the sole purpose of fucking after which they die and im like okay what if sukuna dies now that he fucked reader 😞 but seriously though i think @/yenayaps has some of the best crack fics tbh 😭

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is dating IVE's Wonyoung

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend LyraHarris6 who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I was wondering if you could do where y/n is dating ive wonyoung. Can you do where y/n brings wonyoung to meet the members and they all gave her a warning(especially j-line). Thank you

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The maknae's heart raced with excitement as she prepared for a meaningful day. She had been dating Jang Wonyoung, a talented and charming idol from IVE, for a few months now. The relationship had been a secret, known only to a select few in the industry. But today, Y/N had decided it was time to introduce Wonyoung to her TWICE sisters, her trusted confidants and friends.

The day had finally arrived, and Y/N nervously checked herself in the mirror one last time. She wanted everything to be perfect. She had planned a casual gathering at the TWICE dorm, hoping to create a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere for the introduction. She wore a stylish yet casual outfit, and her heart-shaped necklace, a gift from Wonyoung, dangled around her neck.

With a deep breath, the girl left her apartment and made her way to the TWICE dorm, where her fellow members awaited her. She had texted them earlier to let them know about the visit, but she could still feel the tension in the air as she approached the door.

As the youngest finally entered the dorm, she was greeted with a chorus of excited voices. Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and the others rushed forward to give her welcoming hugs, unaware of the surprise she had in store for them.

Nayeon - Baby, it's been forever!

The eldest exclaimed as she squeezed her babygirl tightly.

Jeongyeon spoke next.

Jeongyeon - Yeah, we've missed you! What brings you here today, kiddo?

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of their friendship. 

Y/N - I've got a surprise for you all. Someone special is here with me.

The members exchanged curious glances, and Y/N could sense their curiosity growing. She motioned for Wonyoung, who had been waiting in the hallway, to come inside. As the tall, elegant idol stepped into the room, Y/N couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and affection.

Y/N - Unnies, this is Wonyoung! *wide grin*

Wonyoung greeted them with a polite bow and a warm smile. 

Wonyoung - Hello, it's nice to meet you all. Our girl has told me so much about you.

The TWICE members stared at Wonyoung, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. Their maknae had never brought someone she was dating to meet them before, and it was clear that they were not entirely prepared for this.

Jihyo was the first to break the silence. 

Jihyo - Well, this is a surprise! Honey, why didn't you tell us you were dating someone?

Y/N chuckled nervously, realizing that she had some explaining to do. 

Y/N - It's been a secret for a while, mama. We wanted to keep it private for as long as we could. But now, I thought it was time to introduce her to all of you.

Sana, Momo, and Mina, the J-line, exchanged meaningful glances. They had a reputation for being the most protective of their fellow members when it came to relationships. Momo stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Wonyoung as she spoke politely but with a hint of seriousness in her tone.

Momo - Nice to meet you, Wonyoung. But you should know that we take our job as Y/N's protectors very seriously.

Sana and Mina nodded in agreement, their expressions equally stern. TWICE's sunshine knew that this was their way of giving Wonyoung a friendly warning. They wanted to make sure that her partner was worthy of her love and trust.

Wonyoung, however, remained composed and unphased. She had heard about the legendary protective nature of the J-line and was prepared for this encounter. 

Wonyoung - Thank you for your concern, Momo, Sana and Mina sunbaes. I promise to treat Y/N with the utmost care and respect. *bowing*

Tzuyu, Dahyun, and Chaeyoung, the youngest members of TWICE along with Y/N, had been watching the interaction with wide eyes. They weren't quite sure how to react to this unexpected situation. Dahyun, always the playful one, decided to break the tension with a cheerful smile.

Dahyun - Well, since we're all here now, let's make this a fun gathering! We've got snacks, games, and lots of catching up to do.

The rest of the members, except for the ever-watchful J-line, seemed to agree, and the atmosphere lightened as they moved to the living room. Y/N could sense that the tension had eased somewhat, and she was grateful for her members' willingness to give Wonyoung a chance.

As the afternoon turned into evening, they all engaged in various activities, from playing board games to sharing stories about their recent experiences. Wonyoung fit in seamlessly, showcasing her charm and charisma as she interacted with each member.

Over time, the J-line, too, began to relax their guard. They observed how Wonyoung genuinely cared for their baby and how the two of them interacted, and it became clear that their intentions were sincere. Momo, Sana, and Mina exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging that Y/N had made a good choice in Wonyoung.

As the night wore on, the members began to grow tired, and Y/N decided it was time for Wonyoung to head back to her place. She walked Wonyoung to the door, where the tall idol put on her shoes and turned to Y/N with a soft smile and eyes filled with affection.

Wonyoung - I had a great time today, babe. 

Y/N nodded, feeling her heart swell with happiness. 

Y/N - I'm so glad you got to meet my TWICE family. They mean the world to me.

Wonyoung leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's lips. 

Wonyoung - And you mean the world to me.

Y/N walked Wonyoung to the elevator, where they shared a lingering hug before parting ways for the night. When Y/N returned to the living room, she found the members watching her with soft smiles.

Momo was the first to speak. 

Momo - Darling, we can see that you really care about Wonyoung, and she seems like a wonderful person.

Sana and Mina nodded in agreement.

Sana - We were just worried because you're so important to us, honey.

Touched by their concern, Y/N felt a rush of gratitude for her TWICE family. 

Y/N - Thank you, unnies. I appreciate that you care about me so much. But I can honestly say that Wonyoung is special, and I'm happy to have her in my life.

Tzuyu, Dahyun, and Chaeyoung chimed in with their support, and soon, the entire group was enveloped in a warm group hug. Y/N couldn't have asked for a better response from her members. They had accepted Wonyoung into their family with open hearts.

As Y/N settled into bed that night, she couldn't help but smile. It had been a day filled with love, acceptance, and newfound understanding. She knew that her relationship with Wonyoung would continue to grow, and she was grateful to have the unwavering support of her TWICE family every step of the way. And this made her have only one thought:

I love my dear unnies.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[skishie]

omga i love your airphone gijinkas

anyways i uave no idea if youve already said this somewhere ,my memory sucks ,but how do you reckon airy and mephone met. what is ur perosnal headcanon. grabby hands i must know (i love airphon

UUWAAAA THANK YOU !!! im really glad you do... looks up at you so politely and with a big smile.. i want to draw them again but better and more like a ref so hopefully soon! :D aaaatehee heeee i have not spoken about it publicly so im more than open to go into it now... cracks my knuckles(its actually not that intense but i jsut have a lot of thoughts)

OKAY, so personally i like to think about it starting after airy dies the second time(the end of ONE). its nice for him to still have gone through everything hes done and experienced because its what makes him him. he needs to be the airy we know and love. this also allows for bonding and growth and other such things. anyways, he uses the radio and ends up in the world of inanimate insanity! this would also take place after season 3 has wrapped up, either before or after the library is built. this means he can meet mephone and they can start bonding over being hosts of game shows but as airy talks mephone starts to understand "wow he just like me, but i got better, and now i want to help him" so mephone feels this need to help airy out with the same growth that mephone jsut went through. but also anyone whos been through the isolation that airy has been through along with dying who knows how many times. mephone just wants to help him and help his mental state and get him resocialized and to a point where he understands why he should be a bit more thoughtful or so on and whatever. airy would still be his old self but a bit more caring/understanding to a degree. i think hes just got some mental problems going on and hes just kind of an odd guy. mephone lets him hang around and either they could MAYBE? co host together, but at first hes just watching mephone do a show first before anything like that. which he watches from afar. hes not so used to being upclose or even being around people anymore so he likes to watch from a distance. as time goes on yada yada mephone would develop feelings first, and airy would much later. mephone would develop feelings while helping airy and such, airy takes a lot longer because he is readjusting and just, getting some basic social skills back. i like them in part because i just see mephone having gone through the growth he went through because he was similar to airy, and then meeting airy after this and realizing "wow i should help him too because this is just how i was and id hate to see someone else suffer the way i did" kind of thing and blah blah idk sorry i yapped and i hope any of this makes sense/is readable period. i ramble a lot and my thoughts kind of get lost oops. im not great with words or wording things well. not everything is thought out but those are my thoughts :] ps: airy still has the cracked head because thats just how i personally like to see him and draw him. i also think that if he died and came back that after all hes done, thats more akin to who he is now. hes a broken individual who needs help/fixing. if that makes sense(also a bit of self projecting) pps: my boyfriend wanted to add his two cents for what he knows of mephone as well(hes not finished season 3 yet) and yknow,,, hes right i think its a mix of what i said and mix of what he said... which is: "wow he just like me for real, not anymore though, also this guy's committed some major fucked up stuff and that's just not right, if i fix this guy maybe it'll look really good for me"

[anamericangirl]

It's probably too late to ask this, what's your new years resolution?

Did you have a wonderful christmas?

Ps: I really enjoy your blog since you're probably the only openly prolife accounts I could think of aside from Prolifeproliberty and Probirth, it just seems like the rest of my mutuals that were in the same fandom as I do [Ninjago, DC comics, heck most shows ] are all staunchly pro-choice/progressive, it's difficult to find someone with the same values as you do while fangirling over medias. So thank you for the blog :D! It makes me feel like I'm not the only one with a different opinion on a controversial topic ;-; (Sorry if that comes across as weird. Have a nice day!!)

Aw thanks so much! Most people in fandoms who are open about their takes on controversial/political issues tend to be far left because those are the only acceptable opinions to have in fandoms it seems.

But no it's not too late to ask about the New Year! I have pretty generic "resolutions" since they are things I'm always trying to do but try start fresh every new year. Things like read more books, finish a writing project I've been working on, study my bible more in depth, things like that!

And I had a wonderful Christmas thank you! Hope you did as well!

Happy New Year :)

[unluckyhoneybee]

5 times with Mick Schumacher.

Five times that defined your pregnancy and new parenthood with Mick. Fluff.

Note: Requested. It's gonna be a baby boy because Mick gives me the older boy younger girl vibes.

Ps: Oh the baby fever.

It's a 1 single part thing.

Warning: mentions of unplanned pregnancy; young mum; mentions of birth.

First time: when you told him.

Everything was new. Mick and I hadn't been dating for long. Not even a year. So when I took the test at my best friend's house and it came positive, my world broke into pieces. We were young, we had only been dating for a few months and his career was starting now.

"Can you come over? I-I want to tell you something"

He was scared when he arrived, hugged me with shaky hands and barely kissed me.

"Mick, there is something I need to tell you" I said sitting in front of him in the sofa. I had cried a lot during the day and I had a bad headache.

"D-do you want to break up?"

I needed a minute to register what he said.

"No..."

His face lit and he sat closer to me, grabbing my hands.

"Then"

"I-I'm pregnant" I barely whispered.

He gasped and looked at you with big blue eyes.

"W-what?"

"I'm sorry"

He jumped when I broke down crying and hugged me.

"No, no. Don't be. Don't be, baby. It's not your fault"

I sobbed on his shoulder, clinging hard into his clothes.

"Baby, no... Don't cry. Listen to me. We will solve this." He kissed my temple over and over again and I felt myself calming. He pulled me to his lap and cuddled me tight on his chest.

We waited in silence until both of us had calmed enough.

"Hey..."

I looked up at him. He was slightly pale and his hands were shaking.

"It will go well. You'll see. We will talk through this. We have some time yet. We can see what is better for us. I love you and I won't leave you alone in this"

"I love you so much"

Second time: the first ultrasound and the heartbeat.

I had Mick's hand on mine. We were in the waiting room on that clinic Corinna had recommended us.

We had talked about it. We had talked to our families and closest friends, trying to get all the advices and points of view as possible. We were young and it was a big thing. But we had decided to keep it. We were sure and everyone had been supportive. Money wasn't a problem and the baby would sure had a good life, we would just need to make some career sacrifices, but nothing that couldn't be done later.

I was nervous. It was the first real ultrasound, they would tell us if the baby was okay. At seven weeks, the baby was really small, I was barely showing, but the heartbeat should already be there so I was nervous and excited.

I was playing with Mick's fingers and he looked at me.

"You look perfect." He whispered.

I rolled my eyes. He was head over heels. He had nothing but sweet words for me now.

"Don't put that face. You do."

"YN YSN"

A nurse called me. I breathed deeply and Mick kissed my cheek. "Let's go, babe"

We got to the room and the doctor smiled at us.

"Hi, YN. You must be Mick."

"Yes. Nice to meet you"

"Congratulations"

Mick nodded politely. "Thank you"

"Fine. You can sit, YN. And lift your t-shirt. Mick you can take that chair."

As the doctor asked about symptoms, how the pregnancy felt and other stuff, Mick slides his hand to my shoulder, and when she finally got closer and put the gel on my belly, he grabbed my hand.

"Are we ready?"

I nodded.

She pressed the machine to my belly and started moving it. She spent some minutes trying to look for the baby, worry growing on my chest and Mick's hand tighter on mine.

"Oh! Baby was hiding a bit!"

I let a breath out and Mick kissed my cheek.

"Well, meet your baby." I finally saw the shape she was pointing at. "This would be the head and this..."

I stopped hearing. My eyes filled with tears and I had to cover my mouth. It was the right decision. I wanted this with Mick.

"YN, babe. Hey..." He cleaned my tears.

"Sorry, the hormones..." I said chuckling.

Mick kissed my cheek.

"Everything seems correct. Let's hear the heartbeat."

Mick's grab on my became tighter. If there was no heartbeat...

The doctor worked on it and suddenly...

"Oh wow..." Mick giggled.

It could be heard perfectly. Tum-tum, tum-tum. That was the first real thing we had from our baby.

"It's strong. The baby is healthy."

Mick pressed his head against mine and looked at the screen. That was our baby.

The doctor left me to get cleaned while she spoke to Mick, him asking a lot of questions because he was super worried.

"Yes. We will check her during the pregnancy, so I will tell her when she should stop traveling. Don't worry about that"

"And the nausea? She is having a hard time"

"It will go in a few weeks. Try to give her some ginger tea. It helps"

"Nice, thanks."

My heart was beating so fast. We had only knew for three weeks, but he was already the best dad and boyfriend.

I hugged his side and he showed me what the doctor had given him.

"It's the baby" She had given him a copy of the ultrasound.

"Oh, thank you very much"

"So I can have them in my wallet when I'm away"

Third time: the first kick.

He was there, on the points again only a week after. I was covering my mouth, a big smile on my face and tears on my eyes. Louise, Kevin's wife, and Laura were with me watching the end of the race.

By instinct I rested my hand on my belly, bigger now, enough to show on my sundress.

I saw Mick walking to us, big smile on his face and helmet hanging on his hand.

"Babe!"

I went and hugged him, who grabbed me and spun me around.

"I'm so proud of you" I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. And suddenly, I got that weird feeling again. It had happened twice already, but know you were sure what it was.

"Mick. Mick, hey."

"What?"

I took his hand and pressed it to my belly.

"Wait"

It didn't took long. The baby kicked then and both of us gasped with a smile.

"It's him?"

"Yes, I think so. I have felt it during the whole day, but it's getting stronger" I said softly as I looked at his hand on my belly. It was so big compared to mine and I couldn't stop thinking about how baby Hugo would look on them.

"Is Hugo kicking?" He asked a bit incredoulous.

"Yes, babe" I looked down. "Baby Hugo is so happy because Dad is doing so good, right?"

He kicked again and Mick dropped on his knees.

"Hi, Hugo. Um- I did it for you. Because I knew mum and you were here and I wanted you to feel proud of me. You are still in mum's belly, but I want you to see me on TV and be you favorite driver. Just like Granpa is mine."

A tear fell down my cheek as I touched his hair.

"Oh baby"

"I love you both. Too much. A lot."

"Mick! YN!"

Mick jumped.

"Hey, Seb!" He gestured the older driver to get closer. "Hugo is kicking!"

Some people around cheered and congratulated us, making Mick glow in happiness.

Seb hugged me and asked for permission before touching my belly.

"Can't wait to meet the third generation"

When Seb left and Mick hugged me, he whispered on my ear:

"Seb will be the God-father, right?"

Forth time: When the baby met Angie.

Slightly in pain, I sat on the sofa.

"Hey, Angie. Look what Mum and Dad did for you"

I giggled when Mick knelt on the floor, Hugo wrapped in a blanket and sleeping on his chest.

Angie walked closer and sniffed the air.

"Come here, sweetie. Come and meet Hugo"

The dog took some cautious steps more and her nose touched the blanket.

Hugo moved and Angie took a step back.

"It's okay. He is just a baby. Come here. You have to take care of him."

Angie finally got closer and Mick laid Hugo on his lap. The dog sniffed the baby and looked at Mick.

"He is cute, right?"

I was tired, almost falling asleep on the sofa but wanting to keep my eyes open to see what I had in front of me.

Angie howled a bit and tried to lick Hugo's face.

"Oh no, Angie. Soon. He is to young now"

Mick was so tender. The way he treated Hugo had been nothing but perfect. Now he was there with Angie and was looking at Hugo as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and I had nothing to do but cry a little.

"You will play with him a lot, right?"

Angie barked as if saying yes. Poor Hugo got scared and whined.

"Oops. It's okay, Hugo. It's just Angie. You will be besties soon" He cuddled Hugo on his chest and looked at me with a smile. He was the happiest. It could be seen on his eyes.

Fifth time: his first Father's day morning.

"Shhhh. Baby you will wake Dad"

Hugo was grabbing my hand, clumsily walking and babbling as we got closer to Mick's and I room. On my other hand, I had a little gift for Mick.

I opened the door and Hugo giggled.

Mick as sleeping with Angie on the bed. He was shirtless and his hair was messy. He looked so perfect.

"Dad"

"Yes, baby. Let's go and wake Dad"

I walked Hugo to the bed, he wast that good at walking to go alone. I put the gift down and helped Hugo up on the bed.

Mick moved a bit and Hugo giggled. He had grown so much and was a mini Schumacher. He looked so much like his family, it was insane. Seb was so right. A third generation by all terms. Looks, personality...

Hugo jumped on Mick and Mick woke up scared.

"Dad!"

"Oh buddy! You scared me"

"Dad! Dad!"

I knelt on the bed and leaned to kissed Mick.

"Happy Father's day! For the first time!"

He laughed and hugged us close, kissing our cheeks.

"Thank you very very much."

Hugo giggled and pinched Mick's cheeks. I laid on his side and and kissed our baby's chubby face.

"Wanna give dad his gift?"

"Yes!"

"Oh baby, you didn't need to"

"Shh"

I gave him the box.

"Okay, do you want to help dad?" Mick

Hugo helped Mick with the paper, leaving the bed covered in little pieces. Angie was also there, observing and waiting as the good girl she was.

"Oh" Mick said.

Hugo and I had done it together. It was a little clay pendant, painted in blue and with our fingerprints. It had been a bit difficult and we had tried so many times, but it was cute.

"It both of you?"

"Yeah. So you can always have us with you"

Mick cupped my cheek and kissed my lips.

"I love you baby. It's the best Father's Day gift."

"Dad!"

"Kisses for you too"

Mick grabbed Hugo and kissed all over his face, making the boy laugh hard.

Hugo made him stop. Mick hadn't shaved in a bit and he was tickling him. Mick was so happy.

"Put it on"

I put the necklace on Mick and kissed his cheek. He smiled and me and then turned to Hugo.

"Hey Hugo. Wanna go and see grandpa?"

Same gift as in Danny's blurb for Mother's Day but I'm a sucker for little details with huge meaning so. Just give me a shitty necklace and I will keep it safe for my whole life.

[rainbowangel110]

Hey Dagger. It's me Rainbow.

.... So it's been a week since we've last seen you. I know why you're gone but still. I miss you. We all do. Someone asked @angelcloves about you actually, they were worried why you haven't been posting. Fae was kinda polite and discrete about it, don't worry.

Nothing much has been going on really, more of the same actually. @el-fandom-birb and @stars-and-birds had a lovers quarrel over a meme (???) and now they're being dorky vampire/werewolf lovers. Send help. @haystarlight has been tagging Human as per usual. OH! Charolette is gonna make a continuation to that chess match fic between Papa Titan and Caleb! (Still don't know much about chess but I thought you'd appreciate it.)

Speaking of fics, remember that one post I reblogged with a looot of tags talking about a potential AU? I asked Charolette for some advice and fae were really nice! Still have yet to do anything for it, haven't even written the draft yet hahahaha

...... Moving along

We got a ToH PostHoot and everyone has been going nuts over the new info (Huntlow is bi4pan, Raine's palismen was in their violin, Evelyn was Flapjack's witch, Caleb and her were friends (cuz he was really interested in magic lol) but ya know how that goes lol, she was also a Clawthorne but no one knows apparently and a lot more I'm blanking on)

Fun fact: I made pasta today :D I'll dave some for you when you come back.

..... I'll admit, my dash feels pretty empty without you actually. I knew that would be the case when you told us you'd be gone for a while but still. It feels weird not seeing you in my notes as part of the "Biggest Fans" line up. You had a solid spot on there for a while. I miss you a lot.

PS: came up with a new tag lol, #just posting (cuz I reblog a ton so whatever I actually post doesn't really have a spot.... so why not!)

[vespersposts]

In ratio

Hi lovelies 🌟 ,

today I’m happy to celebrate an important milestone for Lily @yeosatinyngz with her event “Lights! Camera ! Action! ” which brings our best boys to glamour.

✨ Well done Lily, congratulations on 1K !✨

To celebrate you, I put my sweetheart Daiki to the test with the fashion world, because he admittedly dresses in the dark.

👨‍🎤 (sorry, not sorry D).

📍If you are curious of the final look of Aomine, here’s the reference .

(*major sigh*). I’m the same old, and the story, sfw, is a bit long (3.1K), but it’s divided into two parts so it’s easier to read.

Hope you enjoy it!

Love always,

Vesper.

💣 PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

🌀 3.1K

✴️A big thanks to Lily for her support and her patience, she gave me the best feedbacks and is one of the kindest person on earth!

⚠ the story was extensively revised because it contained grammatical errors and the point of view was confused. I am sorry for only being able to do this now. Thank you for your patience ⚠

“Here’s my self-birthday present ” your boss tells , sitting down next to you, as from your computer you open an email with the directions for the next photo shoot, which you are in charge of styling.

“Pretty hot, huh?” he comments, as you quickly scroll from the picture through the details sheet.

“He’s tall, if he has weird proportions it would be a huge problem, all the men’s suits this year have cropped lengths and … Wait…” you reply, scrolling through the requests up to that number “I have to contact the magazine again, there must be a typo, who wears a size 11.5 shoe?” you ask as you press the reply button under his amused gaze.

"What?” you ask, leaning back and looking at the man’s face on which a wry expression breaks out.

“Someone who plays basketball, how do you never know anything about anything?” he mocks you, taking his phone in his hands to show you the young man’s face once again, this time in a news video where he was being handed an award for best - whatever - .

“So, do you like my own birthday present ?” he urges you with a smile.

“ I do ” you admit “At least seems in ratio” you conclude with a sigh of relief.

A few blocks away, the day of the young Japanese basketball talent had also started uphill. He saw the pink haired girl sigh, standard premonitory sign of an incoming scolding.

“I don’t have to , right?” he blurted, taking the last forkful of the choco omelette he ordered for breakfast, now that he was in town for a series of interviews after the crazy week of the draft.

“Dai-chan…” she got serious, taking a sip of coffee, just to keep from screaming in the middle of the luxurious hotel’s breakfast room.

“Satsuki” he replied with a polite nod, before finding a paper under his nose with his signature on the bottom, the same paper he hadn’t read, and which imposed a series of side engagements on him, including the interview with that posh magazine.

“ What the -” he huffed, pushing the document away, returning the smile to his manager who, not satisfied with that victory, had submitted another list to him.

“ More?” he grumbled, scrolling through a list of ‘recommendations’ that sounded more like a prank.

 "What does 'seamless underwear’ mean ?“ he asked his childhood friend, who in response shrugged, pretending not to know. 

"When would this be?” he shot back, resting his face on his hand.

“Tomorrow morning, we have to be at the photo studio at 10. I managed to get the interview just before the photos, so hopefully  it will be a quick one ” she informed him, checking the schedule from her tablet “ Just… Please, try to be nice, you know how much the team sponsor values it!” she sighs, probably grateful to be able to finish her breakfast in peace.

At the conference room of the luxurious apartment building where the photo studio is located, a young man’s eyes look at you with a mixture of boredom and distress. Adrian, the photographer, is a nice guy, but he really can’t take any more of your leader’s mood boards and his tropical-sexual fantasy, with which he has been butchering everyone’s ears since the beginning of the week. The idea is dull as well as corny, but no one as usual dares to open their mouths because ’ the boss cannot be questioned’ . Too bad, you can’t take it any more, because a misstep from him would mean compromising your career as well, and that mustn’t happen, not at least until you actually have a career. As you write down the codes of dresses  worthy of the Rio de Janeiro carnival, you can’t help but think that it will be a bloody mess. Your client will go from being a sports icon to a laughing stock, assuming that once he sees the garments, he doesn’t decide to drop everything and leave you to deal with all the madness.

“With the red one from the spring/summer collection we’re done! ” the boss smiles at you, drumming his fingers on the long conference room table, increasing the pace until he has your full attention again.

“Spit it out” he tells, inviting you to take a seat next to him.

“ I don’t like it at all ” you sum up simply, not moving your eyes from his, now staring at you with interest. "He’s already flashy:  tall, huge and full of muscles. If we dress him up like a crazed rainbow, he will look even more trashy” you explain, shaking your head.

“You don’t like the vibe, you don’t like the model…Do you have a proposal, besides all these complaints?” the chief, who strangely seems to be amused, asks you seriously.

“Y-yes..Here” you tell him, opening a shared folder on his cloud account.

“I see. Your bright idea is to dress him as an accountant ” the man sneers at you, lazily flipping the preview of your selection with a finger.

“No, Phil. My way is to contrast his powerful silhouette with minimalism. I will dress him up as the most detached, filthy and unavailable man of power. That will turn him into a  sex God,  instead of a parade clown!” you reply piquantly, eliciting his hilarity.

He laughs out loud, probably at you and your impending dismissal, he laughs to the point of tears as he puts his hand on yours, and makes you jump in your chair.

“Good girl, you’ve finally learned my favourite worlds: filth,sex and power! ” he tells you with a hint of pride, flipping back your lookbook , flagging three tailored suits different only by colour.

“All right girl, you got me. Go ahead and deliver me your fucking sex God!” he smiles.

It’s nine o'clock in the morning, the morning after that briefing. You’ve been up since the night before, and all you’ve thought about since then, is what could go wrong.

“Can I help you?" someone offers, breaking your overflow.

Of that voice you can only say two things: that it is definitely a woman’s and that she is probably a foreigner, judging by her strange accent. It matters little if you cannot see her, because you have decided to bring the three outfits for your model yourself.

"Could you hold the lift door open for me, please?” you ask, getting an affirmative answer and a remark about the bulkiness of your load.

“I hope they won’t wrinkle, only I can be stupid enough not to take a coat hanger!” you grumble, oblivious to the girl’s presence, until she appreciates the brand of one of them, and you start talking about your next job.

“I know he’s a basketball player and everyone’s crazy about him, but he’ll be the typical freak with a bad ass temper ” you huff, as the lift stops just below your floor and you hear Adrian’s voice. You thank your lucky stars, and immediately ask him to help you with your load, and when your eyes intercept your lift companion, you smile at her in fascination. A beautiful girl, with long hair gathered in a braid that goes around her head and and a so sweet expression on her face, that looks like a fairy. She’s petite, but well shaped, tiny but with delicious curves.

She must definitely be some kind of model.

“Satsuki Momoi. I’m Daiki Aomine’s manager” she introduces herself simply, shaking your hand with a friendly smile on her cute face.

You reciprocate the introduction and give thanks that you have arrived at your destination, so that you have an excuse to disappear behind Adrian, and forget the bad impression you just made.

Or maybe you’ll have to apologise.

She follows you, standing behind you in silence, eyes wide.

“They’re amazing suits, but he’ll hate all three of them” she tells you, as soon as you’ve finished arranging the outfits on the rack. “You are absolutely right about one thing: he lacks patience. Just don’t take his word for it, Dai-chan loves to bitch, it’s his way of getting attention. Don’t mind him too much, don’t fight him, or he’ll bite back. Follow my advice and you’ll see, it’ll be easier than you think. I think he’ll gladly let you do whatever you want, seeing how pretty you are. “ she smiles sincerely smugly, perhaps not realising that she actually insulted you. 

You’re about to point out to her, but she grabs her mobile phone and starts ranting in a language impossible to understand. The breaking news, translated shortly afterwards, reports that the man of the hour is late, because he overslept. 

Great, you are already sick of him.

"Philip Schneider. Call me Captain, like everyone else!" the well-groomed man who owned the large premises in the heart of the city had told him. Aomine had followed him through the same looking rooms and the procession had been enriched by a journalist, a photographer and a make-up artist. Now he just had to find out where Satsuki had gone before he had a panic attack.

What he didn't know was that you were there, together with his manager.

"Finally, Dai-chan!" Satsuki called back to him with her typical don't-mess-around look. He had witnessed another show by the captain, who had introduced him to his team and make him seat in front of a mirror full of lights, around which everyone had gathered, except for you, who stayed behind to receive instructions from Momoi.

Who knows what you had to say to each other, it was so secret.

"Last but not least, my assistant, she will be the lucky one to dress and undress you today!" the captain announces, as the champion tries unsuccessfully to get it into his head that he has known how to dress himself since he was about three years old.

"Don't take this as a lack of confidence in your abilities. It is a measure to prevent make-up and hair products from staining your clothes " a new voice informs him, a voice he identifies with your face after a moment. You smell so good, you look so clean, austere and yet mischievous in your black dress that covers your knees and arms and barely caresses your figure. Your bright eyes, your lips a little fuller in the middle and your features so deliciously irregular make him discover something new about you at every glance.

If Daiki had known that he would be in the hands of such a beautiful girl all day long, he might even have bothered to set the alarm. 

"The fact is that...I'm ticklish" he grinned at you under Satsuki's embarrassed look.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle " you reassure him, then ask the captain for permission to leave to prepare the dressing room.

By the time he arrives, he has been interviewed, moisturised and his hair trimmed a few centimetres after being washed in an elaborate ritual. He could certainly get used to this life. The ace sees you close the door behind him, and finds himself alone in a white room that looks like a giant dressing room, with a table in the middle and a wall set up as a wardrobe.

"Welcome, Mr Aomine! " you smile, as if you were the maid from one of his teenage fantasies.

"Call me Daiki, Mr Aomine is my father" he replies, trying to figure out if Satsuki was part of the game or not.

"Your manager told me you'd rather do it yourself, but I can..." you quickly stop as he shakes his head.

“Being dressed by a girl is embarrassing enough. My self-esteem would be shattered if you and my best friend teamed up against me, and believe me, anything is possible with Satsuki!" he observes, making you smile. "When I first met her in the lift, I thought she was a model. Such a lovely woman! " you comment, and this time he's the one laughing.

"She is, but she's also stubborn and annoying and... Do I have to wear this stuff?" he huffs, pointing to the three garments hanging behind you, swaying in the empty room.

"That's the idea. What do they look like?" you probe the ground, perhaps already knowing the answer he'd give, judging by the way your worried eyes are fixed on him. He noticed it for a while now, that way of yours. You watch him discreetly and sparingly, for brief moments at a time.

"These are... strange" he states, lifting an arm and touching the soft fabric of the latter.

"OK, strange is fine with me" you nod, handing the boy a dark robe and a paper bag containing long blue socks and a pair of black boxer shorts with the famous 'Seamless' label.

"Satsuki informed me that you would never remember, so while I was waiting for you, I thought I'd catch up on the basics. Now, be a good boy for me and take it all off " you smile, unaware of the immediate stir that innocent encouragement causes to him.

As you wait for your model, you wonder what your boss is up to.

"Sage blue, single-breasted is the first choice! I have to consider the shirt between these two and..." you tell the boss, or rather the captain as he has proclaimed himself today, probably to be more in line with your model sporting career. He doesn't listen to you anyway, because his birthday present has just come out of the dressing room.

"Handsome, you can do the cover in your robe!" exclaims a beaming Phil as you turn your back to retrieve the accessories. Chelsea boots, cufflinks because you like them, midnight blue opaque tie and maybe a watch, but probably not. You arrange everything on the table so that your boss can oversee your choices, and as you look up at him, you understand why the man is so enthusiastic.

Maybe it's his naturally masculine posture, maybe it's the broad shoulders or that look he gives you as he playfully asks for your help in getting rid of Phil. You know it's going to be a long day by the effort you make to look away from him.

"Is the captain always like that? He could beat Satsuki " he points out, probably exhausted from the latest round of inappropriate comments.

"He's an enthusiast by nature!" you try to play it down with a smile as you hand him the suit trousers in exchange for the dressing robe. A bad exchange for your nerves and for your famous coolness, even though he has the elegance of a baby hippo. None of his chaotic movements distract you from his collarbones, his defined pecs and his back, so firm and luscious it deserves a chapter in art books.

"Done. What's next? " he asks you, bare-chested, hands on his hips, his trousers zipped just below his flat navel, as if there were any need to draw further attention to his abs and V.

"Are you comfortable enough?" you ask him, though you can't see any major faults in fit or length.

"The trousers are fine, it's the briefs that are a bit... restrictive " he laughs, as soon as he sees you widen your eyes and blush, as you've clearly downsized him.

"Excuse me... I..." you barely apologise as you climb up a step to place the shirt on his shoulders, which he puts on and fastens by himself, following your instructions to tuck it properly into his trousers.

"No need to apologise, it's not a rating, is it?" he mocks playfully, just to rub it in, and gets an ironic look and a shrug in return " I really should thank you. This is an experience that will make me a better man. Pain will bring out my inner strength " he continues to tease you throughout the dressing process, even as he hands you a wrist to slip the cufflinks on and closes them with a devilish grin.

"Behave, champ, or I'll strangle you with this tie! " you threaten, but your weapon is soon stolen from your hands, only to be tied with uncanny skill by the boy, who confesses that he learned to tie the knot while wearing a high school uniform.

"Was it supposed to be crooked then too, or is it a special one that only you know?" you tease him, gesturing for him to lean towards you, and he doesn't hesitate, bringing his face so close to yours that you're afraid your hands are going to tremble now that you've loosened the large side slightly, sliding the cloth under his collar, tightening it again and pressing the two sides flat over his stomach, feeling him swallow. You raise your eyes and stay that way for a moment, still watching each other closely, until a sound outside the door brings you back to reality. 

"Five minutes to fix his jacket and I'll send him to you! " you promise Adrian, who lingers at the door for a moment, just to watch you work.

" Head up and back straight for me, please! " you instruct, taking a few steps back to admire your work of art.  You hand him his shoes and the jacket that fits him like a glove, say hello to the photographer who is on his way back to the set, and return to him with a small smile. You button the jacket and adjust the cuffs of his shirt, inviting him to look at himself in the mirror.

Too bad, right now Daiki couldn't care less about his appearance.

"Ta-Daaan! Done! Do you like it?" you sing, waiting for a reaction.

" You are the expert here, so tell me! " the boy acknowledges, distracted by the attention you are giving him, even though he knows you are probably just checking an insignificant detail of the suit.

" I do, you are just so utterly perfect!" you reply cheerfully. "Phil told me that you can keep what you want, so please do me a favour and take this outfit home with you! " you conclude, shifting your focus from the mirror to his eyes, so excited that it is almost impossible for the boy not to think of you in your bedroom, shedding all those unnecessary layers.

"Where am I going to go dressed like this?" he asks, amusing you.

"Everywhere, actually " you say, removing an invisible thread from the jacket "A press conference, signing a contract, dinner with the girl you want to impress. I'm not saying you need a dress to impress, but... As girl, I assure you it's going to be harder to turn you down dressed like this! " you finish, moving away to retrieve a strange sticky brush with which you will deliver the 'coup de grâce'.

"Are you sure it works like that?" he scoffs, taking advantage of your distraction, grinning as you verbally confirm your condition.

" All right then... Let's say I want to spend some time with you. A dinner in a fancy place tonight, for example. Since I have the dress, you couldn't refuse, could you?" he asks, and you stall, moving slowly to his side, sliding a hand down his back, finishing your work in silence. 

"Are you trying to embarrass me, Daiki?" you point out quietly, leaving the brush on the table and crossing your hands over your stomach.

" It's not me, it's the suit! " he smirks, looking at you steadily, his arms crossed over his chest.

"The dress is my choice, smartass!" you tease him, just to remind him who's in charge.

But he really is in ratio, even flirting.

" Then finish the work and pick me too! " he smiles, and when his hand reaches your cheek, you know.

You know you cannot refuse.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Hello you beautiful mind💚

If you get this message, it means you’re one of my favorite writers and mutuals🤭 Please feel so very appreciated and loved!! Your works are fantastic and always brighten my days🫶🏻💛

Inspired by the amazing @mochie85 I wanted to pass on some random questions to cure boredom or just for fun :)

1. Which 'Loki era' is your favorite regarding his personality?

2. Which 'Loki era' is your favourite regarding his look?

3. Which genre do you enjoy writing the most? (fluff,smut, humor,angst)

4. Do you sometimes notice parallels between characters in your stories and people you know irl?

5. What do you do to cure a writer’s block?

6. Which Loki outfit is your personal favorite and why?

7. If our beloved god would have to life a Midgardian life, what do you think would be his job?

8. drop your all time fav Loki gif!!!🫶🏻

I hope I managed to lighten up your mood🥰 Much love and hugs!!!

Ahhhh this is so cute!!! Thank you for thinking of me :D

1. Fave Loki era.

Ohhhhh that's tough. I love them all for different reasons.

Pure Dom! Loki energy, Avengers 1/ end of Thor 1. Sassy. hot dirty Loki, Thor TDW Cheeky Avenger! Loki inspo is heavily inspired by Ragnarok

2. Favourite Loki look.

Avengers 1/Thor TDW

give me that sinful messy hair, armour/leather/tunic/boots get up and throw some dirt on there for good measure.

3. Favourite genre to write.

Smut, naturally. I find it very relaxing. My brain is very vivid so it's nice to put into words. But I do enjoy writing the humour too I make myself laugh quite a bit at my own jokes #sadlol

4. Parallels between real life and people in my stories?

Not particularly, apart from Y/N. She's me, as she is all of us. Some situations I write about are heavily influenced by real life experiences though, minus Loki. Sadly.

5. How to cure writer's block...

I go for a driiiive with my doggo.

6. Favourite Loki outfit.

Probably the ICONIC Avengers/Dark World tunic, overcoat combo which is referenced in like 75% of my fics.

Sir, please. Just take me.🍆

I do also have a soft spot for his Ragnaork 'fit aka the dildo suit @lokischambermaid 😂

7. Loki's job in 'real life'

You mean apart from my full-time lover?

I can imagine him being a media mogul, influencing TV/newspapers/politics etc as head of a huge newsbrand. I think he'd enjoy that (and PS Loki if you're listening, I can help! I have contacts!)

8. A favourite Loki gif???? Good grief. There's too many. You cannot make me choose because...

❤️Thanks so much for the Qs!!! love this stuff.

LGG x

[acourtofthought]

Hello, hello!! Thanks for answering my Tamlin-Vassa question! :D

First, those readers who say that Elain hasn't been nice to Lucien are the same as the characters who expect Elain to be nice just because that's all they expect from her. She's....nice. Feyre and Nesta were openly angry and terrible at their own mates. Why can't Elain be the way she is? Oh because she's Elain and she has to be "nice"? Pleeeease. This is exactly why Rhys said that Elain might be that way because that's what's expected of her. My babygirl Rhys can be an asshole sometimes, but BACK OFF, he's right okay? LMFAO. When he told Az to back the f*** up, I was like I always knew I loved you for a reason Rhysie. SJM uses him many times to express HER own thoughts. That's why they turn out right most of the time.

Second, I think Vassa and Tamlin could be interesting just because Tamlin needs a good whipping. Hahahaha. Vassa might be able to do it. But at the end of the day, I feel like his story ties in with Lucien and Tamlin won't be getting any romance. He might die, who knows? I am pretty neutral with him at this point. He can get a redemption or no redemption, I can deal with it.

Third, I don't think Lucien and Vassa work because they are both associated with fire. Fire and fire do not necessarily work for a harmonious relationship. SJM retconned a lot when she decided that Nesta and Lucien, who are both associated with fire, would not work because they'd probably kill each other. That same reasoning could be applied to Lucien and Vassa. Also, when Lucien tells Feyre about Vassa for the first time, he says that he thinks they'd get along. My immediate reaction was--oh, so he kinda sees Vassa the way he sees Feyre, maybe not as close with that much history, but very much as a friend (Feycien bestfriendship for the win! What do you think about that friendship btw?) or maybe like a sister. When Lucien blushed at the end of ACOWAR, I don't think it was because of Vassa, but because Feyre called him an acolyte, meaning that he, a Fae, was suddenly very pro-human. Lulu has come a long way. Also, the way Lucien calls Jurian and Vassa as "being at each other's throats" sounds very much like TENSION. And Lucien sounded more annoyed about having to deal with their fighting. You know, it amazes me how well Lucien can make friends and get along with so many people. He just manages to transform himself as necessary and it's not fake. It's just who he is.

Finally, yes, my friend accepted all this. The conversation started with her being like aw Elain and Az. By the end of it aka 20 minutes later, she was on my side. It didn't take much convincing because AGAIN, she's just a casual reader.

Thanks for letting me rant!!! And for answering my question! I know I basically asked more in this one but heh. You just answer so fast and you answer so well!

PS. I want Dorian and Manon to get their own novella. I need their HEA. I am a Dorian girl. You? Lorcan, Rowan or Dorian? Also, did you see the new SJM interview from yesterday? It sounds like we should be getting news about CC 3 soon! I want her to get that out already so that we can move on to ACOTAR 5!!! Heh.

Much love! <3

I'm so excited to get a follow up from you!

And I LOVE that you pointed out the hypocrisy for those that were accepting of Nesta and Feyre being cold toward Cassian and Feyre while not being accepting of Elain who was possibly in an even worse position with Lucien considering she was engaged and in love with Graysen (whereas Feyre had chosen to leave Tamlin). Elain is nice but....she deserves to feel what she's feeling for as long as she needs to feel it especially because choosing not to engage with someone that you've never really met before is not actually "mean". No, she's not handling it in the socially polite and appropriate way but she's not going out of her way to insult him or spit venom at him. They have a bond but that doesn't come with a set of rules she has to follow. And so far Lucien hasn't asked, "will you consider our bond?" so it's not like she's refusing to answer direct questions he's asking her.

And I agree. Rhys pulling rank in the POV is a highly debated one but why would he sit there and say, "go for it man!" when Az said nothing about caring for Elain as a person, nothing about being over Mor, and only focused on the fact that his brothers got a bond so why didn't he? Rhys isn't acting like a High Lord, he's acting like a protective older brother (in law) who basically had a buddy tell him he wanted to Hit it and Quit it with his little sister. Taking the political stuff out of the equation, that fact alone was reason enough for him to put his foot down. Rhys had every reason to think Az was just using Elain for a good time since he knew he couldn't have the female he had wanted for centuries.

Hahaha! I love your take on Vassa and Tamlin and I do agree. Because she would be the kind of female who wouldn't let him get away with ANY-THING. Which I kind of think someone like Tamlin needs, the type to match every attempt he makes at exerting control over a situation with their own dominance. But I also see what you see. Tamlin's story will definitely cross with Lucien's and I don't think a Tamlin romance is going to be a focus of that. I think we'll see the mending of their friendship (whether they'll ever be as close, I'm not sure) and Tamlin figuring out what he's going to do in terms of his Court and I think love is just not in the near future for him.

And YES!!! SJM rarely does literal matching of a couples powers. Aelin was Fire and Rowan was Wind, Ice, Lightning. Bryce is the ability to wield Starlight and Hunt is Lightning. They might play off one another like Cassian and Nesta both being a sort of Lord and Lady of War and Death with their individual powers but they still have their differences. Feyre is the exception to that rule because of how she was Made but Vassa being a Firebird and Lucien being a Lord of Flame are too matchy in my opinion. And also what you said. The way Lucien views Vassa is how he seemed to have viewed Feyre and that is not in a romantic way. I feel like when these characters develop new relationships, it almost replaces a similar relationship they had with someone else. Like Nesta. She's always protected Elain but we can see that relationship changing and I think they're headed in different directions. Gwyn is someone Nesta also has this need to protect and holds up on a pedestal (in a similar manner as she did Elain). I think it's a healthier relationship than what she had with Elain but I do notice similarities and it's almost like Gwyn will now fill that spot that Elain vacated but in a different way because Gwyn has been able to prove to Nesta that she's capable on her own.

I don't think Lucien and Feyre will ever have the same friendship they shared in the beginning of the series though I do imagine they'll mend any discomfort that currently exists. But her place is now in the NC and Lucien's is not. So his new "Feyre" seems to be Vassa, doesn't it? And I could easily see Vassa becoming Elain's new Nesta / Feyre. A friend with an extremely bold and slightly abrasive personality but not one who will coddle her as the others did because the sister dynamic (and everything that goes along with growing up together) isn't there. I feel like Feyre and Vassa may have gotten along under different circumstances but I think the fact that they are two "leaders" who seem to expect the other to respect their position as "leader" caused tension for them during their first meeting. Vassa came off as a bit demanding to Feyre and Nesta and I don't think Feyre cared much for that considering she might have felt she deserved to be treated in a higher regard.

Seriously, I feel like I'm loving everything you're saying because I also agree with what you said over Lucien blushing. I don't think it had anything to do with him having feelings for Vassa (which wouldn't make sense considering he's still looking at Elain with longing a year later) but because Feyre is basically calling him out in front of his Mate for expressing positivity about someone and something and YES, the fact that he had such issues with humans in the start of the series and now he's giving them accolades. I actually love his time in the Human Lands for this reason because Elain was the most attached to her humanity and it's going to make him more understanding of what she lost.

And yes again (I'm a broken record at this point), I completely agree that Lucien is a bit exasperated by Jurian and Vassa. Here he was, thinking he was living with two friends and now it's turning into a hate / love trope between Jurian and Vassa and he's starting to feel like a third wheel.

I would love a Dorian novella too! I understand why we didn't get more (it wouldn't have felt realistic in the time frame given but it's still tough when things are left so open ended). I was a huge fan of Lorcan and Elide's story as well so I'm a bit bummed there's was so fade to black.

Thank you again for the additional message, it was really fun going back and forth on these things with you! ❤️

[baebeyza]

Hi there! I saw your post about not asking hijabis if they're hot and while that all seems like common sense to me, it made me realize that I don't actually know a lot about what is and isn't polite to discuss regarding hijabs. Like, is it okay to compliment a hijab and if so, would I just say hey your hijab is really pretty today? Please forgive my asking you this, I don't know any hijabis well enough to ask without fearing making things awkward....

Oh, thank you for asking! It's totally fine :D

To answer, know that every hijabi is different and I can't answer for everyone.

However, I don't see any problem with complimenting their hijab and saying it is pretty. A compliment is a compliment, and people can be emotionally attached to their hijabs, so I'm sure most people will be delighted about such comments. It also feels nice to get positive feedback.

You can say the hijab is pretty or the way it is put on is pretty, is all good!

It feels nice when the hijab is simply treated like clothing and nothing else. And they are pretty! Might go a step further and say how well the hijab goes with the outfit because trust me, many girls try their best to match that!

As to things that might come off as rude:

I personally don't mind if people ask me questions about Islam and why I wear hijab. (PS: The reason is to show your devotion to God and be modest. Men also have modesty rules, though they are lesser known)

One thing you might want to simply NOT ask is: "Do your parents make you wear hijab?"

I am 20+ and a teenager asked me this once, trust me, it does not feel nice. We make our own decisions, and it would be nice if people could stop assuming that we don't.

That is one question I don't like to hear. As for other questions regarding Islam and customs, I would simply advise you to ask with an active voice.

Meaning to ask the person this way: "Why do you do x?"

Point of this is that, in my experience, people tend to ask like this: "Do you have to do x?"

The problem is that such questions imply that we only obey rules without question, instead of doing those things because we want to do it. People forget that following a religion is an active choice, a choice we take with our own free will. It is my conscious decision to be Muslim, every day, every second, and I am happy with this lifestyle.

And if you just keep that in mind and ask question with that mindset, I doubt people will get annoyed! I like to share information, and many others do too!

[itsevanffs]

Hihi!! I've been hyperfixating on tommary lately and I absolutely loved (In the dark!)! I wanted to see if u have any tommary/harrymort fics that u recommend.. preferably ones that feature a possessive Tom ^^ ty in advance

I guess this would be the right time to publicly declare my bookmarks as open? Everything on there is a hard rec, and I vigorously quality-check those... for my liking and my liking only. (Sorry, not sorry. They're there for me, after all.)

That being said, hmm. I've got a few you might like.

Below the cut: more (additionally to my bookmarks) Tomarrymort (Tomarry or Harrymort) recommendations with possessive/obsessive Tom in alphabetical order; NOT order of how much I enjoy them. I'd argue I enjoy them all equally, just in different ways.

Ps: thank you! I'm incredibly flattered you liked my work :D

and don't let the police know anything by littlecupkate https://archiveofourown.org/works/24920947

Ted Dirlod is dangerous, Harry Potter knows this for a fact, but the man was still his only hope at escaping a doomed fate. It is never wise to blackmail a crime lord. It is even more unwise(?) when said crime lord is obsessed with you. An expanded version of "praying to whatever's in heaven, please send me a felon"

Genuinely lovely? Ticks all my boxes, at least, and minimal angst, which is always a plus. That being said, you should probably read the work mentioned in the summary as well for context. But hey. Two cakes by one person ;) Can never go wrong, can it?

As Certain Dark Things Are to be Loved by Strange_Soulmates https://archiveofourown.org/works/6015619

Tom was Harry's best friend growing up and his first love. At eight, Harry gave Tom his first kiss before moving away. As a freshman in college, the name of the RA on the door across the hall is terribly familiar.

Also absolutely deliciously indulgent. Tom is a possessive terror and Harry loves him for it. Need I say more?

Harry Potter and the Search for Ancient Magic (series) by Snickerdoodlepop https://archiveofourown.org/series/1133141

Once Voldemort realizes that Harry Potter is his horcrux, his plans change drastically. So does Draco Malfoy's assignment for the school year. Harry's sixth year starts going very differently. Snape is on a mission. Harry needs to learn pureblood politics. Draco Malfoy is trying to convince Harry to forgive him. Voldemort finds himself visiting Harry Potter in his dreams. Everyone is realizing that no one is quite what they thought. And through it all, there's a mystery. What is Ancient Magic? Can Harry use it to save himself or will it pull him toward the dark side?

Honestly, genuinely, hands down the best fucking tomarrymort series I've ever read. Hard, hard rec from here. The first work is completed and the second is in progress, so it's a nice pile of words to chew through!

can't commit to anything but a crime by caelesti https://archiveofourown.org/works/27286483

Excitement is the word he does not dare utter, even in the privacy of his own mind. It’s wrong, he knows. These women are people, in their own right; people with fears and aspirations, with friends and families and dreams, and to have anything cut those lives short is nothing but tragic. To have anyone cut those lives short is nothing but condemnable. He doesn’t have James Potter’s laugh lines, but he does have his father’s innate flair for danger. He doesn’t have Lily Potter’s enthusiasm, but he does have her insatiable curiosity. (In every world, Harry will excel at finding the biggest spot of trouble available and sticking his nose in it.)

Hot serial killer serial killer hot. That's it, those are the thoughts. Please read.

Dripping Fingers by May_May_0_0 https://archiveofourown.org/works/25440826

When Harry finds Tom Riddle's diary he does not write 'Hello.' He does not write anything at all. He draws. Tom Riddle falls in love with the artwork. _________________ Sketch by sketch, drawing by drawing, the ink Harry pours into the diary manifests as creations in Tom's monochrome world.

Okay so if I'm the reincarnation of Shakespeare, May_May_0_0 is fucking... Ted Hughes. Which doesn't say much to your average viewer but that man wrote my favourite poem ever (the one I based my war fic off) and I hold him in very high regard. This story? It is poetry in its rawest form. Pure, condensed beauty. If you decide to read only one of the fics in this list, please choose this one.

Either must die at the hand of the other by Metalomagnetic https://archiveofourown.org/works/29356095

Voldemort survives the Battle of Hogwarts because Harry Potter had not been the one to kill him, as the prophecy demands.

When is Metalomagnetic not a master of words? When will I cease becoming breathless at every paragraph, at every cleverly twisted word that comes back and reveals itself so beautifully later?

Fine Line by galaxiesundone https://archiveofourown.org/works/26949952

Magic always leaves traces. The lingering darkness of Sectumsempra, combined with Harry’s nature as a horcrux, awakens the soul piece contained within Ravenclaw’s diadem. At twenty years old, Tom Riddle walks a fine line between man and monster, the devil and the light-bringer in one. His influence forces Harry to face an ancient enemy unlike anything he has faced before: temptation.

Long story short: Tom Riddle is Hot and Good At Being Hot and Harry truly doesn't stand a chance and I am here for it. Lord help me I love this fic to pieces.

Good Intentions by Strange_Soulmates https://archiveofourown.org/works/7035334

Five year old Harry Potter meets and befriends a seventeen year old Tom Riddle while hanging out at his dad’s station. James Potter decides to take Tom under his wing, using Tom’s connection with Harry to try and keep the teen grounded, even as he begins to investigate the Death Eaters, a dangerous organized crime group and their mysterious leader only known as Lord Voldemort.

The sheer potential of this fic. The horrible, terrible dread of future events that have yet to be revealed. I will cry.

Honey, Smoke, Shiver by machiavelli https://archiveofourown.org/works/16068062

Harry - Omega, only son of Lord Potter - is nothing more than a useful playing card in a political game of power and money, one that is bought by the famed Tom Riddle: powerful, dangerous, pureblood Alpha. Unsurprisingly, Harry loves being underestimated.

Machiavelli is always a rec from me. Sorry lads but that's the way it is. Never a moment where I won't recommend their stuff.

Sickly-Sweet Obsession by maquira https://archiveofourown.org/works/18259103

Quiet, studious Tom Riddle spends his first year thirsting after an older student—Gryffindor’s Quidditch Captain, Harry Potter. His crush is common knowledge, and even Harry finds it cute… at first. Possessiveness spawns monstrosities. Tom does all within his power to mess with Harry’s dating life. And one seemingly harmless crush spirals into something darker, begetting deadly consequences.

Again; the potential. Delicious. This will bloom into something beautifully twisted, I'm sure of it.

Stars, Hide Your Fires by Audair https://archiveofourown.org/works/27745546

Riddle’s undivided attention snapped to him with the swiftness of shattering glass. His turbulent magic receded from where it had besieged the shop. "You,” he breathed. Coiling in leisurely motions, the eager tendrils of his magic reached for Harry, swathing about his limbs and neck and chest with a liquid, flowing fascination. "I’ve been looking for you,” Riddle continued, tilting his head to the side and sweeping his gaze over Harry. It was an appraisal that felt simultaneously like the raking of iron nails and the tender drapery of silk. It was so familiar, and yet… so foreign. In the winding streets of Knockturn Alley, an intricate dance of mutual obsession unravels between twenty-three-year-old Tom Riddle and a time-travelling Harry Potter.

This work has recently been undergoing a rewrite, and I can tell you with certainty it's only gotten better for it. It's beautiful; the setting, the atmosphere, the vibes... Perfection. Captures Knockturn Alley's mood impeccably and does not disappoint a single moment.

the pleasure, the privilege by asterisms https://archiveofourown.org/works/21227528

It begins with Vernon Dursley's body, dead across the table. In which Voldemort is dosed with amortentia, and nothing is better for it.

Completed, terrifying... and gorgeous.

The Shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn) by PaperWorlds https://archiveofourown.org/works/22380079

Shrike: A songbird with a sharply hooked bill, known for their habit of catching insects and small vertebrates and impaling their bodies on thorns, the spikes on barbed-wire fences, or any available sharp point. A young Harry Potter survives an attack by notorious serial killer Voldemort. Over a decade later, they meet again.

Lads I'm so desperate for an update from this fic that I might cry if I think about it for too long. I keep saying it and I'll say it again; this is one of those fics with amazing potential that are sure to never disappoint no matter what path they take. An incredibly hard rec.

To Raise a Servant by bluegrass https://archiveofourown.org/works/19780816

Tom had found the boy amidst pouring rain. He figured he'd always wanted a pet snake.

Surprisingly not quite as dark as the summary makes it seem? I certainly enjoyed it, though, and that's why it's on this list.

What He Grows To Be by Severus_divides_into_H https://archiveofourown.org/works/19042240

Tom Riddle is a frightening coil of darkness, cruelty, and greatness, and changing him is Harry’s only hope for saving people he loves. Going back in time, he takes Tom from the orphanage, but his optimism shatters with every year they spend together. Tom still longs for darkness. Tom stifles him in his possessiveness. Tom is fixated on him to the point of destroying the world just to keep him. But Harry loves him. And the future changes.

Beautiful. And absolutely terrifying. I've started crying mid-scene at least three times for this fic, and it honestly seems unfathomable if you haven't read it if you're on my profile, since I think this is one of the fics that have shaped my style and ambitions. It is what I aspire to be.

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Twice's 10th member is shy with IVE members

A/N: Heyyy, my apologies for taking so long to post but the semester started and I'm currently dying- :D I hope that my friend ECKEYYY that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Introverted + Super shy Reader.  What do you think about 4th gen girl group (IVE) want to meet Reader and ask Reader to do dance challenge with them? When the girl group finally met Reader, they use "Sunbaenim" to Reader? but at the end Reader get along with all of them and told them to call Reader by her name instead of "Sunbaenim"

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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In the heart of bustling Seoul, a city of contrasts where neon lights painted the sky and quiet alleyways whispered secrets, lived a girl named Y/N. She was an enigma, an introvert wrapped in a veil of shyness, existing in a world that thrived on boldness and brightness. At just seventeen years old, Y/N held the unique position of being the tenth youngest member of TWICE, a globally acclaimed girl group that had claimed the hearts of millions with their melodies and performances. Yet, behind the spotlights and cheers, the girl was a quiet soul.

Her days were a symphony of solitude, a peaceful dance between her thoughts and the pages of her books. Her apartment, adorned with art and the tender presence of her cat, Mochi, was her sanctuary. Interactions were short, often limited to her tight-knit group of TWICE sisters, her family, and a few cherished friends who understood her gentle ways.

On a crisp morning that carried promises of change, the maknae's serene world was shaken. The management of her agency divulged an unexpected proposition: IVE, the newborn rookie girl group, wished to meet her. IVE was riding high on their success, and they had an audacious idea... A dance challenge collaboration.

The idea of performing in front of unfamiliar faces made Y/N's heart flutter like a caged bird. She was well-versed in intricate choreography, but the thought of dancing in an intimate setting, confronting the eyes of strangers, was a nightmare she never wished to live. The days that followed were filled with restlessness, her doubts and hopes waging a battle within her.

Y/N murmured to herself, fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her cosy sweater.

Y/N - Maybe I can decline politely. 

But beneath the layers of apprehension, a small ember of curiosity glowed. The notion of stepping beyond the safety of her cocoon, of challenging her self-imposed boundaries, was strangely alluring. With a deep breath, TWICE's angel responded, expressing her tentative interest in the collaboration.

Weeks sprinted by in a blur of rehearsals and nerves. Y/N decided to keep this experience concealed from her TWICE unnies. She didn't want to burden them with her anxieties. As the day of the meeting inched closer, her stomach felt like a carnival ride of excitement and dread. Finally, the moment dawned. TWICE's maknae stood before an elegant building, its modern facade a stark contrast to her fluttering heart. The glass door whispered open, and Y/N crossed the lobby. The agency's waiting room exuded minimalist charm, and the air hummed with creative energy. She was led to a snug lounge area where the IVE members were lounging, laughing and talking.

The youngest member of IVE, Leeseo, was the first to spot Y/N. Her eyes widened, and she practically bounced over, a radiant smile illuminating her features as she extended her hand. 

Leeseo - You're Y/N from TWICE, right? It's such a pleasure to meet you! 

Y/N blushed, her hand quivering as she tentatively shook Leeseo's hand and spoke softly. 

Y/N - Y-yes, that's me. Nice to meet you too.

The rest of the IVE members gathered around, each introducing themselves with warmth and excitement. Y/N's heart warmed at their reception, but her shyness sealed her lips shut. Throughout the meeting, she was addressed as sunbaenim, a term reserved for senior artists. This only widened the gap between Y/N's introverted soul and the role of a "senior."

As the discussion moved to the collaboration, TWICE's youngest's nerves resurfaced, a tide of worries threatening to engulf her. What if she stumbled in front of these talented girls? What if her dancing fell short?

Just as the anxiety threatened to consume her, Leeseo leaned in, her eyes brimming with empathy. 

Leeseo - Don't worry too much, sunbaenim. We're all in this together. And you're an amazing dancer, we've watched your performances with TWICE!

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips, Leeseo's words touching a chord within her. Perhaps, amidst the labyrinth of her fears, she could find the strength to stand on that dance floor.

Days melted into nights, the rehearsal studio their second home. In the company of IVE, Y/N discovered uncharted territory within herself. The members were patient and encouraging, fostering an environment where she could express herself without judgment. Gradually, Y/N's defences crumbled, and she shared fragments of her life and passions.

As the day of the dance challenge drew near, TWICE's sweetheart was taken aback by the growing friendship. Laughter flowed freely, stories intertwined, and dinners became a ritual after rehearsals. The walls that had shielded Y/N's shy soul were slowly giving way. The day of the challenge arrived, and the venue was a canvas of light, the stage aglow with anticipation. Y/N stood backstage, heart pounding to the beat of the music. Her fellow IVE members stood by her side, their encouraging words like anchors in a sea of uncertainty.

As the music surged and the lights dimmed, TWICE's maknae stepped onto the stage, her body a vessel of the music's energy. Her movements flowed, expressions intertwining with the melody. The audience was mesmerised, and as the performance reached its peak, the IVE members joined Y/N onstage, a shocking synch on their motion.

The applause that followed was thunderous, and Y/N felt tears pricking at her eyes. She had triumphed over her fears, unearthing a facet of herself she never knew existed. Backstage, as she caught her breath, the IVE members huddled around her, pride emanating from their smiles. But this time, they didn't address her as sunbaenim. Instead, they affectionately called her by her name. Leeseo enveloped her in a hug as she spoke first.

Leeseo - Y/N unnie, you were amazing!

Y/N blushed, her cheeks painted with a happiness that surpassed shyness. 

Y/N - Thank you, Leeseo. And thank you all, for believing in me.

The bond that had blossomed between Y/N and the IVE members solidified that day. With time, TWICE's child embraced her newfound self-assurance, and her introverted tendencies transformed into a unique strength. The fortress of solitude she had erected morphed into windows of connection. And so, Y/N discovered that venturing outside her comfort zone could help her get unexpected friendships. Amidst laughter and melodies, she learned that even the quietest hearts could radiate their brilliance. And that made the unnies that were all looking at her along the way have only one thought: 

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3