#series: the littler things

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the littler things: prologue

a college social media au remake

or everything that happened two months prior to the summer training session.

Masterlist

[gensokyogarden]

I found this Twitter thread discussing Reimu and Autistic traits quite interesting. As someone both with Autism and in the process of getting my master's degree in clinical psych, I both found it relatable and think the OP made a lot of good points in their analysis (though I will note that you can't really diagnosis a fictional character but it's all for fun). So I thought I'd share it.

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the fake date plot | part 6.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: oh, this is a slowburn now. Or at least that's the plan.

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: yeah I know I've been gone for a year... I have no words, my bad

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James came down with the rest of the marauders to find you had already fixed a big plate of breakfast for him. He gave you a peck on the cheek as he took off his quidditch jumper before sitting down. 

“Thanks, bug.”  

“Why do you call me that?” you asked, taking a bite of your English muffin. 

“Do you not like it? I can call you something else.” 

“No, I like it. I was just wondering why.” 

James shrugged. “Never thought about it… You’re cute and little, some bugs are cute and little. Yep, makes sense.” 

“I’m not little.” 

“You’re littler than me. It counts.” 

“You’re freakishly tall.” 

“Remus is freakishly tall.” 

“So are you.” You popped a fried potato chunk in your mouth. 

“Just accept it, bug.” 

You went back to your breakfast, deciding his answer and little argument was satisfactory enough for you. James nudged you with his shoulder, beginning a mini battle between the two of you until he finally conceded. It was still a learning process for the two of you, trying to figure out how to play up your fake dating. Your friends were definitely suspicious and while Lily seemed to move a bit closer, Xeno didn’t even glance your way. 

You were worried that maybe you and James were switching places in regards to the objects of your affection. You felt something squeeze your thigh ever so slightly and looked over to see James was seemingly in conversation with Peter. He must’ve caught you staring too long at the Ravenclaw table and a certain someone. 

Shaking your head, you went back to eating. That’s right. You were with James and you two needed to be sickeningly in love. Besides, Lily was coming around so maybe Xeno was just distracted right now. You opened up your journal to jot down a few notes. A looming presence hung over your right shoulder. 

“Yes, Jamie?” you asked without looking up. 

“I’m just looking at your calendar.” He pointed to a blank Wednesday. “Quill in a study date, right when classes end.” 

“Study? James Potter, when have you ever studied anything that wasn’t Charms and Defense?” 

“Well, do you really need to study wand lore or broom craft? And does memorizing a whole script count as studying?” 

“It does when you’re in a drama club. And if I can’t become an actress then I need to feed myself so I’m learning to make quidditch equipment. You idiots break at least two brooms every week each, not to mention the other stuff. I’ll never have to worry about money.” 

“You’re learning about quidditch?” 

You finally looked up, recognizing the shift in James’ tone from when you two were acting for your friends versus being genuine. Giving your fake boyfriend a smile, you stole some food off his plate. 

“It’s not because you like it. It’s because you, especially, are rich and will buy my brooms and convince all your teammates to buy my brooms.” 

He laughed so loud it made students at the other houses’ tables, including Xeno, look over. James squished your cheeks and gave you a peck. 

“I should have known you were only with me for my money. Well, I hate to inform you, love, I’ve just squandered the family fortune on flying carpets.” 

You rolled your eyes. “How do you have a cute comeback for everything?” 

“You think it’s cute?” 

You stood up from the table. “You are the cutest, Jamie. The most adorable scrumdiddlyumptious squishy-wishy super-duper boyfriend in the whole world.” 

“I sense I’m being teased.” 

“I would never tease you, Jamie bo-baimey taimey waimey rai—” 

“Ha ha, very funny. Now you deserve the punishment jumper.” 

“Punishment jumper? What am I, five years old?” Your words were muffled by a red jumper covering your face before your head popped out the other side. You looked down. “You just wanted me to wear your jumper.” 

James blushed and you wanted to laugh. Natural blush wasn’t easy with fake dating but the two of you figured out a relatively uncomfortable trick if the two of you weren’t on the same page. You were allowed to picture Xeno whenever you wanted and James was allowed to picture Lily. He was totally imagining her in his jumper— it probably helped that you and Lily were the same height and body type so the jumper fit exactly like it would on her. 

Your fake boyfriend scratched the back of his head. “Some of the team was talking about how they like seeing their partner in their jumpers and I wanted to know what that was like.” 

“And?” 

“Don’t know yet, it just looks like I dropped it on you.” 

“That’s cause you did drop it on me. Wait, let me fix it.” 

You pulled out the collar and untucked your shirt so the tails were sticking out. The sweater almost covered your skirt entirely since it was already oversized on James that you weren’t sure if you’d get a violation or not but you didn’t try to adjust it. You gave a little twirl. 

“Tada.” 

“You look great.”    

Leaning over James, who covered your skirt with his hands to make sure nothing showed, you collected your stuff. “I’ll see you later, okay? Marls, are you coming with me to Herbology or still eating?” 

Marlene tried to recover from getting caught staring, mouth open, at you and James. She shook her head no and you made your way out of the Great Hall to head to Herbology. James left only five minutes after you in order to give your friends space to gossip in peace. 

The two of you were counting on Sirius and Mary to get louder by the minute until it garnered everyone’s attention. You were sure it worked when Alice came into the greenhouse practically squealing at you. You and James were the hottest topic in school. All you could do was roll your eyes and keep taking notes as Alice started planning your entire future together. You turned to look at your friend. James wouldn’t hate you for telling one person. You both had planned to tell your closest friends when the time was right and you couldn’t take keeping a secret anymore. 

“Hey, Alice. Me and Jam—” 

The door to the greenhouse swung open but it was Professor Sprout that came in. It was James standing in the threshold. 

“Your birthday is this weekend,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger. 

“Yes, James.” 

“Bug, you didn’t say what you wanted for your birthday.” 

“I’m okay.” 

“What?” His eyebrows crinkled together. “You don’t want anything?” 

“It’s not that big a deal.” 

“Birthdays are a completely big deal.” 

“Well… I just don’t want anybody spending too much on me this year. My parents and I are saving up for university… if there is a university.” 

It was an unspoken thing that no student might make it to university when the war was ramping up. If Voldemort and the Death Eaters got bigger, a draft was likely to happen. And unlike muggles, men and women were drafted in the wizarding world since all the fighting was done with magic and didn’t require any strength outside of mental. James shook his head. 

“That’s an even better reason to give you something. It won’t be large, I promise.” 

“Small things can still be very expensive.” 

“Honestly, I’ve never looked at a price tag in my life.” 

You sighed. “You and Sirius live totally different lives from the rest of us, I wish I had rich parents… Okay, I concede. If it isn’t big then it can be whatever you want.” 

“Good. I have to go now before Slughorn loses his mind that I’m not there or worse pairs me up with Snape as a punishment.”   

(part 7...)

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Stxeli: I promise

Hellooooooo~!! Here is a new chapter of my stxeli series! Hope you all like this one! enjoy~!!

Stxeli series

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“As a tsahik, you are busy every day sa’nok, what time would you have for my baby sister?” Little Neytiri asks as she narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. Mo’at doing the same stance, “and as a warrior in training, you have lessons to attend to ma’ite. Being with your teacher and helping with the clan, what spare time do you have with stxeli?”. 

Eytukan couldnt help but let out a slow chuckle. They are at it again, his mate and child fighting over who can have stxeli for the day. It has become a daily thing, see who wins over stxeli. The baby in question was playing with some toys he carved for her, oblivious that her mother and sister are arguing over her. 

But eytukan decides to take matters in his own hands. He has a rare free day today, why not have a nice father-daughter day? Liking the idea, he grabs stxlie in his arms, and quietly tells his family he will take the baby for the day. But he doesnt think mo’at or neytiri heard him as they continue to argue. 

Walking around with stxeli in his arms, he lets her see their village, something the baby will never get tired of. Many young children say hello to him and his daughter, and he happily greets back. There is a lot they can do, but what exactly? She is fed and cleaned, so for the meantime he won't have to worry about that. 

“Aaaaababababa!!” Stxeli squeals happily, her chubby legs kicking in the air. Lately she has been getting more physically active. She can crawl, but hopefully, she will walk too. “I think I know exactly where to go,” Eytukan says. Stxeli looks up at him with her gummy smile, already showing two little white peaks growing. Her teeth are also coming too. 

They had her for a few months now, and already stxeli is growing up right before their eyes. Putting her on a carrying sling on his back, he sets out to a littler river not too far from the village. A place where children are often taken to learn the basics of fishing. And to enjoy fresh water. 

“Abaaaa?” Stxeli calls out, curious where her father is taking her. Smiling softly, he answers her, “you will have fun where I am taking you, perfect to play around”. 

The waters were calm and it wasn't that deep, perfect for stxeli to dip her little toes. Carefully bending down into the river, where it reaches up to his ankles, eytukan gently puts down his child. Firmly get gently holding her hands up as she laughs and giggles at the texture on her feet. 

Laughter fills the area, the child's innocent giggles eytukan’s ears. Pleased and happy that his daughter was enjoying the water. Splashing water around as she kicks around. Even jumping at times. Her smile is ever so contagious. 

Chuckling, eytukan sways her a bit, “alright lets try it, ready ma’ite?” he asks. Stxeli coos as if to answer her father. So, slowly, eytukan guide her step by step. Making sure the water doesn't slip her stance. “There you go, soon you will learn to walk and run. I am sure you will most likely hide behind our backs and scare us half to death” eytukan says while chuckling at his imaginary future. 

The more steps stxlie took, the more confident she got, taking bigger eager steps. “Easy my child, why in such a hurry?” he wonders while easily keeping up pace. Stxeli only said some baby words to answer him, still gripping tightly on his fingers. 

And to his surprise, stxeli took one big step and letting go of his grip. Was this the moment? 

No, one step and she fell on her bum against a rock. 

Not liking the stinging pain, with trembling lips, stxeli cries. Eytukan was quick to pick her up and rubs her little bum to soothe away the pain. “Sssshhh my young stxeli, no need to cry. It happens my child. Accidents happen and we learn from them” he softly whispers to her little round ear. 

Gently bouncing her on his arm, her little cries died down as she sniffs away her tears. Eytukan wipes away his daughter’s remaining tears and smiles, “see? All better. Want to try again?”. Stxeli was quick to shake her head in protest.  Eytukan accepts her choice and placed her on his lap as he sits near the river. 

Stxeli explores his giant hands, tracing his hand wrinkles and band armor. Her soft coos of wonder bring warmth to his heart. He lets her wonder more and she stumbles upon his songchord. The na’vi remembers how stxeli has taken a liking to mo’ats and neytiri’s songchords. Of course stxeli has her own, but it is safely tucked away back at their home. 

So, he takes out his song chord and swings it gently across stxeli’s face as she giggles, her hands chasing it. “You love my songchord don't you? One day, you will have your own, perhaps longer than mine. Long and beautiful, to sing and tell your story too” he tells her. Stxlie’s giggles are truly something. Her innocence and cheerfulness tug at eytukans heart. Every day he loves his child more and more. 

“Here, this is my story” giving his songchord to stxlie, he begins to tell of his beginning to now.

After a nice lunch of fruit, which is what stxeli seems to only eat. Eytukan takes her further down the river, where it leads to a little pond. Water seems to be an element stxeli has come to enjoy. Eytukan wouldn't be surprised if his child learns to swim before walking. But as they made their way, there were sounds coming from the forage in the forest. Sounds of leaves being moved, twigs break. 

He was quick to notice how silent the forest had become around them. Which can only mean one thing. 

A predator is near. Very near. 

And just like nothing, a growl was heard from his left, eytukan dodged it effortlessly. He grabbed his hunting knife as he held his child tightly. Stxeli began to whimper in fear. 

Taking a good look at what tried to attack him, it was a viper wolf. Not good. They always hunt in packs. Meaning there is more he doesn't see. Not waiting for the viper wolf to make its move, eytukan ran quickly. And like a trigger, many more viper wolves appeared from their hiding 

spots. 

This only made stxeli scream and cries out of fear. He would try to calm her, but right now her safety is his priority. 

If he could just-

Eytukan couldn't go farther as another viper wolf stood in his way. He can't fight with his child in his arms. The animal releases a mocking laughter, ready to lunge at the father. But eytukan was faster. Jumping high, he reaches for a vine and begins to climb. 

Stxeli was crying her little soul out, eyes puffy and cant seem to stop. Once eytukan reached high enough, he found a small nook in a tree. Perfect. Quickly he grabs giant leaves and makes a cushion for stxeli. 

“Ssshhh ma’ite. I'm here, I won't let anything hurt you” eytukan promises. Gently rocking his daughter to soothe her fears. “See? We are safe, come now. I believe it is time for you to nap” he coos. 

Hopefully she sleeps very soon, eytukan knows those viper wolves will find them. He took a wrong turn and now they are farther away from the village. He needs to drive them far away before he could proceed heading back. And there is only so much daylight left. He needs to think fast. 

So he takes his songchord out and sways it in a hypnotizing way. Stxeli follows his songchord, her eyes moving side to side. 

Hearing her fathers soft voice and his melody, stxeli closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep. 

Good. 

Gently he places her in the nook of the tree, adding more leaves for her head, cover and hiding the entrance as a disguise. Looking at his songchord, eytukan places it in stxelis chubby little hand to which she grabs it tightly in her sleep. 

Making sure he closes it well, he whispers a prayer. 

“Great mother Eywa, please do not let the dangers reach my daughter. Protect as I will guide the viper wolves back to you” 

And as if on cue, he can hear the distant mocking laughter of the pack. A plan began to form, moving away from where he hid stxeli, he yanks off a thick branch, and makes a weapon out of it. 

Viper wolves are vicious creatures where numbers are important. Attacking as one, will they get what they want equally. A clear strategy is there and it always works be it attacking a group, or a large prey. 

But clearly they underestimate the mighty olo’eyktan. 

One by one the viper wolves were taken down. Each slayed, and numbers dwindled in the pack. 

Eytukan roared out as he brought the viper wolves back to their great mother. With his makeshift spear, tough woof and a sharp stone in front, he pierces the animals in the vital parts of their body. 

What remained of the pack backed away and left. No longer seeing the worth of losing blood over one man. So they leave, running back to where they came from. And eytukan cries out his victory, raising his spear out to Eywa. 

Falling to his knees, fresh blood paint on his hands and body, he prays to the animals he had to end. And to hope they make a safe travel when they meet with Eywa. 

Atokirina surrounded the little nook where eytukan placed stxeli, quickly climbing to reach her. Mentally slapping himself, who knows how much time has passed, it was dark and he wasnt sure how long he was knocked out. 

However, he was forever grateful to see his precious daughter being protected by the great mother. Removing the leaves that hid her well, he looks inside. 

Stxeli was wide awake, with his songchord in hand and a little atokirina floating playfully around her. Her contagious giggles melted away his worries. Noticing him, stxeli reaches out for him. 

“Aba!” she calls out. Complying to her demand, he grabs her and holds her in his arms. Letting out groans of worry and relief. How close was he to losing another daughter. Gently stroking her soft little head, taking in her scent, its her. Stxeli is with him, alive and well. 

“Thank you great mother, I am forever grateful to you” he says to the atokirina. 

Eytakan was tired but he had to take stxeli back to the village before more danger lurks. So steadily, he makes it back. And does he have a story to tell. It might give mo’at a fightful scare, and probably a lecture. But it will be worth it. Any fight is worth it. All to keep his children safe. 

And so, after arriving safely back to the village. Eytukan was right. Mo’at wouldn't stop lecturing him as she tended to his bloody wounds, shoving medicine in his scares and mouth. And neytiri wasn't too far off either. Giving her piece of mind to him too. 

Yet after all that, he still clinged on to stxeli, who in return didn't want to be apart from him and happily clinged on to him too. Her little head always listening to his heart beat, while chewing on his songchord beads. 

So, in the fit of the moment, he held stxeli up, where they eyes could meet. A little drool escaped the baby’s mouth, but she was happy either way. Cooing at her father, her little fingers tickling his nose. So, placing his forehead against her smaller head, eytukan speaks. 

“As long I am alive ma’stxeli te taksha mo’at ite, I promise you I will protect you. To make sure no harm ever comes to you. So please, smile, laugh, live at your best. Your happiness is my greatest gift. I love you forever. That is my vow. My promise”. 

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Yes I pulled some inspiration from kataru's screen time. Hope you all enjoyed this one! until next time! see ya!

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are you ever going to continue the middle and little series? not to pressure, just asking because i really enjoyed that first installment <3

Funny you should ask, I've been hanging onto 80% of this one for awhile, thinking it needed more editing but like here you go!

“Okay, is everyone ready for movie night? Still feeling good about the scene?” Daddy’s doing some last minute checks before headspace made that kind of thinking feel far away.

Baby nodded from her playpen and Little piped up from the couch, “yes, Daddy! Essited for watchin’ a big kid movie!” Daddy chuckled.

“Okay, well remember to double tap your watches to call me if things get too intense or you need my help, ahem, finishing up.” Daddy winked at Baby, who blushed, falling into headspace out of sheer embarrassment.

“Be good to our Baby, okay Little one? She’s still adjusting and she needs your sweetness and helping hands. Enjoy your movie nap together, I’ll be back in an hour.” Daddy flipped on the prepared DvD and strode upstairs, confident that his Little could handle this.

Onscreen appeared some of Baby and Little’s favorite characters, but they weren’t solving mysteries like usual. They were just talking so far, and pressing their faces together noisily.

Baby watched, wide-eyed, suckling her binkie and looking littler and littler in her crinkly diapey, surrounded by her plushies. One of the characters on screen took off his undies, still noisily kissing a girl onscreen. Baby’s sweet little face wrinkled, confusion passing over her pretty features. Little saw her eyes flit down to the man’s big grown-up stiffy and she went even pinker.

Little wanted to focus on the fun, grown-up playtime video on the screen, but that involved tearing his focus away from Baby, whose nipples hardened instantly when the kissing started. He wondered if Baby remembered their first kisses, around her comfort binkie, the same one she’s suckling now. He wondered how it might feel to kiss her like the girl on the screen.

Should I get nakey? Little wonders, shifting his hips closer and closer to the edge of the couch.

He looked Baby up and down, and saw her bottom lift and fall against the puppy pads lining her pen, bouncing subtly. Her eyes were glued to the screen, and Little was embarrassed to see the lollipop game he sometimes played with Daddy up there, the girl in the scene on her knees kissing and licking all over the guy’s big stiffy.

Little closed his eyes, feeling light-headed and falling deeper into headspace.

Soooo tingly, wan touchies. Big kid touchies.

Behind her paci, he heard Baby whine, just pouting. She’s so little, she barely knows about tingles, but it’s clear to Little that she’s getting all worked up and tingly. His heart aches for her, so confused, so little.

“Baby! You like da movie?” he palmed himself over his undies, making sure to grind up into it with a sweet, little moan when she tore her eyes away to look up at her Big Bubba Little.

Baby nodded, sucking her paci a little extra before spitting it out to hang on its lanyard, pressing her hand in the same spot Little did but over her big puffy diaper, “ye, like ‘im lots n lots,” Baby chirps, “but feelin all sticky in m’ diapey!” She tries to hump her hand, but just kind of air humped back and forth confusedly. She whines again, louder this time.

Bubba Little felt a curl of earnest affection burst in his heart. She needed his help.

“Bubba can help, lil Baby.” She looks up, teary-eyed, to see Little sliding off the couch. He came to the edge of Baby’s playpen and pointed at a big teddy bear in the corner.

“Grab your bear, get on your hands and knees, and tuck him ‘tween your legs under your diapey.” Little pressed his hand against the front of his pants again, watching her comply with his request.

“Put your binky back in, too, you don hafta talk at all, Bubba’ll tell you what to do.”

Baby whole face relaxed when she popped her paci back in her mouth, happy to be taken care of again. She settled in on top of her bear and looked up at the screen where the lollipop game was heating up.

She looked to her big brother for help, “what is-?” she managed before lapsing into another big-eyed silence. She bucked her hips like before, yelping when her sticky padding actually provided friction.

Her eyes returned to the screen, in awe of the feeling she could provoke with just her hips motion. She ground down again, her little face and shoulders relieved at the freedom from her own thoughts combined with being able to seek her own pleasure.

Little can't take his eyes off her. The man onscreen keeps making dirty noises, but Baby's humping and whimpering takes precedence.

“'s the tingles game, Baby, I play wit Daddy if ‘m good,” Little can't keep his hands off his winkie now, this naughty interaction searing his brain. Looking at the screen again, he suddenly wishes Baby would use her mouth to play the lollipop game on him. He can't ask their pure, pretty Baby to do anything so naughty.

His cheeks turn pink and he snatches his hand away from his stiffie, embarrassed. Daddy said to let Baby initiate play when she's ready. In fact, he’s under strict instructions not to get inside the playpen with her.

“Tin-goesth?” Baby murmurs around her binky, not tearing her eyes from the screen. She leans back on her haunches, putting more pressure on the bear and her privates, but it doesn't seem like enough for her. She ruts shamelessly into her bear, faster now, cheeks pink and eyes glassy.

Little watches for a bit before making a decision. He can't get in and help her, but he can show her what to do. Pulling down his pants, he blushes. He’s all stiff and tingly, and Baby will see it! He steels himself and pulls down his big boy undies, coming around the front of the playpen, winkie out.

What he sees makes his heart squeeze. Baby's tired herself out, humping hard and fast, getting nowhere but more tingly. She's laying on her bear, not even looking at the movie, twitching her hips while tears squeeze out of her eyes.

On seeing her Bubba come around her playpen, she jerks up, embarrassed and on edge.

“Ting-goess, hewp pwease?” She whimpers, scrambling on her knees to the bars of her playpen to grab her big Bubba's hand before seeing his stiffy poking out under his shirt.

She doesn't shy away from him, looking from his stiffy to the screen and then back to him.

“Ye, Baby, I help, I help!” She's asked, so he's finally allowed. He takes the hand she’d holding, reaches down and plunges it into her padding to find her tingly parts.

“‘S okay, Baby?” he whispers in her ear when she eeps in surprise.

“ye, ye, ye Bubba, need hewp tingoes ye” she chants, closing her eyes when he makes contact with her baby parts through all that slick, feeling her tiny winkie pulse.

“Nnnn, Bubba!” she spits her paci out, holding onto his arm. Just like Daddy showed him, he doesn't have to do much.

“Girl winkies are much smaller and more sensitive. Just make little circles, fast and soft. Let her decide the rest.” Daddy's coaching for the last week rings in Little’s ears.

She's rutting on his fingers now, hard and fast.

“Feels good, Baby? Bubba wan make you feel good.”

Baby nods without speaking, her sweet mouth open and her little nipples hard on his arm. Her hips jerk and his whole hand suddenly feels hot and wet as Baby hollers out,

“Bub-bahhh!” She puts both hands on his arm and swirls her hips one more time, shivering, sweet and happy.

He pulls his hand out, proud of his ability to help her make tingles. He stands back up and leans forward to check on her in her playpen. His stiffy jumps, slid between the bars.

Instead of slumped down, relaxing after tingles, Baby was back on her knees, so close it startles him. She looked up at him, pink lips puffy and open, eyes wide.

“tank you Bubba,” she whispers, her innocent blinking making his hand itch to do big kid touches on himself.

“Good job, Baby! Tingles feel good?” She moves in closer, her eyes slide over to the screen where different pairs of their favorite mystery gang are playing the lollipop game.

Her eyes take in his stiffy poking through the bars and she leans so close he can feel her breath on it as she murmurs

“Bubba need ting-goes?”

His hips ram into the bars as Baby sucks on him, pulling him into her mouth like a big binky. She swallows and he squeaks, trying to stay still like Daddy does, but it's hard.

He wants to touch her, hold her close, but doesn't want to scare her.

The lollipop game!

His eyes cross and he understands more why Daddy loves this game. The tingles feels so strong, he certainly won't last much– he remembers how Daddy does stickies so they aren't yucky in his mouth.

“Baby!! Bubba's gotta-ah-make stickies, ummm don-oh oh-here!”

He pulls out quickly enough that she looks shocked, and he pops her binky back in.

He can feel his tingles running up his back already and wraps his hand around his stiffy just into time to pump stickies out onto the floor. Baby's mouth felt so good, he wants to reward her.

But when he turns to her in her playpen, she's holding her bear, still on her knees, tears in her eyes again.

“Baby??”

“did bad? did bad ting-goes for Bubba? why go ‘way?”

“No!!” He climbs over her playpen easily, settling in behind her to hold her around her bare tummy.

He kisses her sweet pink cheek and pops her displaced binky back in again.

“Felt TOO good,” he murmurs in her ear, naturally rocking her back and forth, holding her distressed body under she relaxed.

“too good?” She whispers.

“Ye, felt like–” he points at the screen, where a boy character was screwing up his face and the girl pulled off to rub him hard until his stickies arced up comically high to hit the ceiling, ‘felt like dat, Baby. Felt so good, like I hadda essplode.”

Her crinkly butt bumped his softening winkie and he groaned until he realized she was looking hard at the screen. Her hips stuttered when he spoke.

“‘splode? Bubba felt-?” She points at the screen, hips thrusting

“Ye, Baby, you did so good,” Little feels naughty when he asks, “Baby need more?”

She nods and he reaches inside her padding again, tapping his watch twice before he does.

Daddy will show her bigger tingles. Baby needa essplode.

[lure-of-writing]

Current series

Little sister

All in a days work (pt 1)

Summary: As Rhysands younger sister you had perfected the art of annoyance by the time of your fiftieth birthday. And making your brother regret all life choices was all done in a day's work.

Knock before you enter (pt 2)

Summary:Maybe Rhys should knock before he enters

Just peachy (pt 4)

Summary: After sparring with Cassian you feel just peachy

His littler sister

His littler sister (pt 3)

Summary: Azriel point of view of the things you do as Rhysands little sister

Did you plan on telling? (pt 5)

Summary: Azriel learns of your sparring incident with Cassian and this is his point of view of the day in question.

[unlockthelore]

Welcome to the Golden Trio AU 🍂!

Hey there!

I'm Lore, and I'm semi-new to the Our Life community. I've been popping in and out while playing Our Life: Beginnings & Always since the earliest demo release and haven't strayed since. However, Our Life: Now & Forever came during a time where I haven't been... the best.

So, when I stepped foot in Golden Grove, I got pretty attached to the newest kid in the cul-de-sac Desmond "Dez" Atwood who is one of the three protagonists, alongside Tamarack Baumann and Qiu Lin, of The Golden Trio series otherwise known as The Golden Days AU.

Let me tell you a little about them, with a bit of help from Desmond.

Desmond Atwood is the only child of Opal Atwood or Mama, as they called her, and the littler half of the terrific duo known as the Atwood Seconds!

When they were young, Desmond learned that adults didn't know everything. The doctors, and other people, who told them they were a girl all the time were definitely wrong.

They were only a girl sometimes, and people would have to call them by she or her, or they wouldn't say anything at all!

Other times, they were a boy and he or him was fine.

Other times, they were just Desmond, and they or them was just as good.

And everyone who called them by the name Mama gave them when they were born got a really stinky eye - and a talking to from Mama, which was never fun.

Their mama said they've always known just who they wanted to be, and she was learning new things about them everyday. Just like Desmond learned that Mama would always be on their side - whether it was in the cramped apartments and hotels they'd lived in for as long as Desmond could remember or when they moved to the brightly colored mountains and woods of Golden Grove.

Either way, as long as Mama was with them, anywhere could be home and fun because they were together.

Of course, that didn't mean Desmond couldn't go off exploring on their own! Whenever Mama turned her back, Desmond was off to the races, exploring every nook and cranny of their new home until she called them for food or needed help with cleaning. And when Mama shooed them out to play, they were more than happy to take her up on it.

Golden Grove was a new, mysterious place just waiting to be explored and Desmond Atwood was a bona fide detective! So how could they resist it when a paper airplane came out of nowhere with their name written on it?

Adventure was calling, and they would answer it everytime.

With all that being said, let me take over again for a bit. Desmond's a kid with a lot of spunk who grew up in environments where all they had to rely on was their mother and their wits. When it comes to making friends, they try to be as honest as possible and keep their listening ears open. Because of that, they usually can tell when someone is telling a lie or if things aren't exactly how they're supposed to be.

Their mother taught them to be open and accepting of others' opinions, but that doesn't mean they like everything someone has to say. Bullies are the absolute worse, and they can't stand shouting or arguments when people say mean things to be right.

No one wins when family is fighting, or at least that's what their Mama says. And that meant friends too!

When Desmond met Tamarack Baumann, she was a breath of fresh air! Finally, someone who got it on the first try that they were a girl sometimes and asked. It was easy to fall onto the same step as Tamarack and wiggle through the rules mischievously. Although, there were moments when Tamarack went a little too far and they couldn't be the same if they disagreed. But Desmond never wanted to be friends with Tamarack because they were the same - they weren't! There was only one Desmond, and one Tamarack, and they liked it just like that. They liked her just the way she was.

On the other hand, there was Qiu Lin, or Qiu-ulet as Desmond liked to call him. Qiu was really nice but he didn't seem to know how to take a thank you pretty well. When Desmond was little, the adults around them talked about being humble and grateful to the point where it made them feel icky. But Qiu always took thanks by brushing it off, or seeming so confident that it was coming that it never was a surprise. Yet, something seemed off about that. Qiu didn't seem to know what to do when someone tripped him up from what he wanted to do, or when they disagreed with him, and he always was looking out for everyone else. It made Desmond wonder what Qiu wanted at the end of the day.

As for Desmond, they liked to draw a lot and had plenty of pictures from the places they lived with their mama or ones they visited while moving around. And moving around was something they were used to because they had a really hard time staying still. They always had to be on the move, and outside was their favorite place to be. The wilderness was amazing and the newness of their surroundings wasn't scary at all.

When they were younger, they didn't have anything to fear and the future didn't frighten them at all.

But everyone grows up, and things change a little and sometimes not at all.

In Step 2, Desmond had grown into a self-assured demiboy.

Sometimes, he felt like a boy.

Other times, he just felt like Desmond.

He didn't see himself as sometimes a girl as much anymore, although those feelings were pondered on now and again. But with ninth grade looming and the exhilaration of finding out something new about himself - they couldn't wait to tell their friends! Everything was changing in Golden Grove, and he was reminded of what Tamarack said about things growing, changing, and dying.

Their feelings for their friends had definitely grown over the numerous seasons they'd spent together, but they couldn't help but notice how their friends had grown apart. Qiu would brush it off by saying it was nothing important, but they didn't think a lot of things were important these days aside from making sure everyone knew they went by they/them (which definitely was important) and being as mysterious as possible.

On the other hand, Tamarack had gotten quieter. Sometimes, Desmond would notice little glimpses of his best friend in her smiles that she'd still show him at least despite how much she hated her braces. But then she would become quieter, withdrawn, and her mind would go somewhere far away that Desmond worried he wouldn't be able to follow.

Another autumn was coming, and the two of them were changing. They were still his friends, and he was still theirs, but something was different. Mama reassured him that it was just what getting older did - and that she would always be there to talk, which Desmond knew because Mama was always there.

But they had a fear. An icky, creepy one that they'd never felt when they were little and the world was in the palm of their hand.

If they didn't catch up soon, Tamarack and Qiu might leave them behind altogether.

[littlediscoveredstars]

Alright I’m on my Yugioh shit, but I think what Pegasus did to Seto Kaiba was waaaay more personal than any other Yugioh villain.

None of my thoughts are organized, but I’ll try to get it out in some kind of way that makes sense.

Let me first start by saying that Seto Kaiba is a minor through the whole series. This is important to his character, almost more than the others, because it is exactly what he’s trying to erase about himself.

Kaiba dresses himself up in outfits that accent his masculine features similar to how an adult will. His shoulder pads make his shoulders seem broader. His coat goes inward to give a very triangular shape to his torso. He’s got belts everywhere (and while yes, this is just the style of Yugioh, I believe it cannot be completely written off as just that).

At the base of it, Kaiba wants to be seen as an adult. He NEEDS to be. He runs a company and is in near constant threat of being taken advantage of by others. We see this many times throughout the show, especially by Pegasus.

Now, to connect things once again. Kaiba is a minor who was thrust into adulthood far too early, yet, he engages in child-like activities. Duel Monsters, while used for their ancient shadow games, is still just a game. A game Kaiba is OBSESSED with, to the point he becomes the face of the Blue Eyes White Dragon.

(Which is his symbol of power and autonomy over others, which further proves why he so badly hates the ancient talk, but that’s another essay)

Pegasus is the created (re-created, technically) of Duel Monsters. He made the paintings, the cards, the rules. He shows in many tournaments (assumed based off episode 2) and given how much Kaiba has won? I’m guessing they met before becoming business partners.

In short, it makes sense that Pegasus would be an important figure to Kaiba. Maybe an idol, an inspiration, or whatever it might be. Kaiba saw Pegasus and saw a man who’s game kept him alive through his years with Gozaburo, who gave him a connection to his own brother.

Pegasus is powerful. Pegasus has full control of his own actions. He is everything Kaiba wants and changed KaibaCorp. to be.

A little ways down the line, Pegasus becomes his business partner. Kaiba gets to work a littler closer with him. We never see what exactly that entailed besides letting Kaiba use the Blue Eyes (and other cards) without copyright issues and Pegasus using the holographic stages, but even that is a significant exchange.

(Makes me wonder if things hadn’t turned out the way they did, would Kaiba and Duke Devlin view him the same way?)

Then, Pegasus starts Duelist Kingdom. He uses Kaibams vulnerability to his advantage and steps in to take over. He kidnaps Mokuba, then takes his soul and shows it off like a trophy.

Pegasus has not just betrayed Kaiba’s trust, but he turned into a real person for Kaiba. It shows him that, just like everyone else, Pegasus is greedy and selfish. He takes what Kaiba worked so hard for, what he loves, just because he can. And he does so with the same smiles and teasing as before.

It’s beyond disappointment. This is heating your favorite person side with your abusers. This is a childhood hero watching you get kicked and laughing as he kicks you alongside them.

So, naturally, Kaiba won’t forgive him. We see in Battle City how bruised Kaiba’s ego is. He’s mad at Yugi, he’s mad at Izushi, no one is saved from his ire. Even Mokuba gets the short stick every so often. He is compensating BIG TIME and it’s directly connected to how things went over last season.

Might I add that Duelist Kingdom takes place less than a year after Kaiba took over KaibaCorp? This is a still pretty fresh CEO with some very big trauma that he simply has not dig into yet.

I think in a world where Pegasus was not so disillusioned by his own desperation to revive Cecelia, he would’ve been a good mentor to Kaiba. They both have a love for games, for the visual experience (painting and holograms) and they’re both very particular. Honestly, their traits would work relatively well, all things considered.

But it didn’t and we see Kaiba go through cycle after cycle of trying to get better and stumbling every step of the way.

Anyway, that’s my TedTalk. As a Pegasus enjoyed and Kaiba analysis, I found this topic very fascinating.

[littlest-w01f]

Chapter One

Series Masterlist

CW: None

Life was peaceful, well as peaceful as it could have been while Evelyn was dreaming, dreaming of the vast night sky. The only silent moment she had in her life, she lay on top of a male, her head on his chest as she looked up at the sky, she could hear his voice talk about every constellation that could exist. If she could not see it, the male holding her by her waist would raise his hand and make the constellation glow brighter.

She looked up at him, his face ever so conveniently covered by shadows and darkness, only the misty features remained. "Hello darling," He chuckled. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head with a smile, "Nothing is wrong... My mind has never been so quiet in the past years unless I'm dreaming of you."

3 years. It had been 3 years since she had begun to dream of a male, it had started while she was dreaming of reading one of her books under the faelights that decorated the large headboard of her room, and then there was someone at the other end of the room, the moon bright behind him, his face unseeable, but she knew it was a male, with how he's called her "mate", and knelt on the bed between her legs.

She'd dreamt of him and talked to him almost every day after that, but she could never see his face, with him always covered in the dark, she often asked who he was, but his only response was "Mate, I am your mate."

With the stars and the darkness, the only thing she knew was that her mate was from the Night Court, which was a thought that made her shudder, a mate from that court probably wasn't the best for her.

Especially since she was the betrothed of the High Lord of the Night Court. Despite any of her wishes.

He pulled her in closer to his chest, "Something is definitely going in that pretty little head of yours, little flower."

She sits up, straddling his waist, "It's just... You're from the Night Court, I'm guessing, with all the dreams I've had." She looks up at him, slightly annoyed with the fact that she couldn't see him, although she hoped he was just as pretty as she imagined her mate to be.

"Is me being from the Night Court a problem?" She could feel him saddened by her tone, "I will treat you really well, despite what others say of my court."

"It's just..." She sighed, shaking her head, "Never mind, I just wanna be with you till I wake up." She laid back on his chest, and he held her close.

"Watch this, little flower." Her mate whispered as he raised his hand. One star began to glow a lot brighter than the rest, "That's the north star," He began, as she looked at the star, listening to him speak, his voice slightly rough, "It always points to the true north, it is said to help any traveller who looks up at the sky to know where they are, and where they wish to go."

"And you, my littler flower," He then moved his hand to cup the side of the neck to make her look up, "You are my true north, I wish to get to you, and nothing will stop me from getting to you."

Evelyn smiled, "I can't wait to meet you. I'll be waiting, my mate." She chuckled softly, her voice so soft and genuine it made the coarse mountain she often dreamt of to melt.

You don't always get what you dream of, at least not when you are Evelyn. Peace was a hoax, there was nothing peaceful about living in the day when the dreams of Night were more appealing. Life was said to be a gift. But it was just a game no one agreed to play but were forced to. It was a game with only one ending.

Bright golden ribbons of light fell from in between the sheer curtains into her room through the open bay window, Evelyn lay asleep with a smile on her face, enjoying herself in her dream state. Her eyes fluttered softly opening to the bright light in her room.

A frown etched on her face, feeling the cold of the silver dove masquerade mask that was fixed on the upper half of her face, dove feathers sitting on top of her mask, a mask that she did not have in her very vivid dreams. And of course, she had forgotten to close the blinds. She sighed and a lazy smile replaced her frown.

Mate. She'd dreamt of her mate again. She'd been thankful to him since he showed up, giving her a break from her almost nightly night terrors.

She closed her eyes and pressed her face into her pillow her mask ever the annoying barrier between her cheekbones and the silk of her pillow, she was tangled up in the sheets she slept in.

"Who are you...?" She sighed in her pillow a little blush covering her cheeks, when she felt a pat on her shoulder. She looked up to see a couple of flowering vines surrounding her bed, different colours of irises growing on them. They held a glass of water in their coils.

She smiled at what her magic had done while she was asleep, bright blooming irises grew on her headboard, the vines of their stems had travelled from her garden to cover the bay window in flowers, her room smelled of the flowers, the flowers that felt happy to see her up.

She rubbed her hands over her eyes to rub away the dream but scowled when her hands were met with the mask, "Why, thank you." She still smiled at the flowers and vines holding her glass of water, taking the glass of warm water, drinking to try to wash her dream away, and relaxing her parched throat.

Evelyn sat up in her bed properly while drinking the water, she signed as she set the glass down on her nightstand, and stayed in silence only disrupted by the chirping of birds outside past the open window, clearly interested in the bright flowers. She removed the thick covers off her and got up to move towards her bay window, the vines and flowers she had grown in her dream followed and she motioned them out of the window with the birds before shutting it, the smell of flowers still lingering in the air.

There was a loud knock, then an "I'm coming in, Eve." Lucien and his fox mask barged into her room, with the way he was dressed, in his casual Spring tunic made Evelyn feel extremely underdressed in her nightgown, it was clear he'd been up since before the sun had risen, the tiredness in his eyes with his usually flawless, apart from the giant gash on the left side of his face and an eye made of gold, dark golden brown skin told her perhaps he had not slept at all.

"Good morning, Lu." Evelyn smiled, turning to face him and he turned his eyes away from her form, she rolled her eyes at the fact he would still not meet her eyes or any part of her body in the years that had known each other sometimes, even though he had been more than comfortable to barge in and in the others would be very forward with him.

She'd directly asked him the first time he saw her in her nightgown if the sight of her got him hard since he would not even look at her, or maybe she'd been too unappealing for him to look at, leaving the youngest son of Autumn and her court's emissary blushing and in a hurry to explain himself.

She now smiled up at one of her oldest friends while he wished her back, "Tamlin's calling for breakfast, I was hoping you would be dressed."

Evelyn chuckled slightly, moving to her giant dresser, humming as she chose a dress, "Well, I'm not, maybe you could help a female out, so I'm faster." She turned to face him again, a sly grin on her face while she proceeded to enter her bathroom, and clean her teeth, filling the tub with hot water and some floral scents and oils, leaving Lucien and his impeccable taste to deal with her clothes.

Lucien sighed, moving over to her dresser and seeing the dresses and gowns she had, each one more formal than the last, with even fancier corsets to match. He picked out the one, a corset-less ivory gown with delicate ruffles and a floor-length skirt, it had little ivory flowers embroidered in its sheer sleeves.

He entered her bathroom to hang her gown while she soaked, the room filled with soft floral scents. "You know, you don't have to use flowery scents when you smell like flowers anyway right?" Both his russet and gold eyes focused on her.

She chuckled, silently admiring the gown he had picked for her, she had half the clothes of what she used to before the blight, having donated some of her clothes to the people in her court who found their shelters destroyed by it. Including some warm blankets for the cold.

She opened her mouth to reply to his comment when the doors to her bathroom opened and Alis and a couple of maids entered. Lucien nodded to Evelyn, taking his leave. He left her to the maids, who grabbed each of her limbs and scrubbed her pale skin raw as if she hadn't bathed since she was born.

Evelyn finally made it to the dining table, sitting on her brother, Tamlin's, right and across from Lucien, wearing the dress her friend had picked out, her hair pulled and braided intricately.

The two siblings greeted each other with a smile before Evelyn sat down to serve herself some food, filling up her plate she popped a grape in her mouth. "So... You both look like you haven't slept last night and might pass out any moment," She started, and didn't miss the guilty look they had on their faces when they refused to meet her eye, "Spill."

Tamline sighed, "Lucien and I were... Rather busy to sleep," He said carefully under his sister's glare as she ate, while Lucien rested his chin on the back of his hand, watching them with a fox-like grin that screamed Autumn.

"What is it now? You know I don't like being told a decision after it's made." Evelyn spoke, her voice changing to a soft tone that seemed to visibly relax both males' shoulders. "I want to be part of the people who make it."

"Anyway, what was it that kept you two up last night, cause I know it wasn't each other." She attempted to joke in a moment she felt was about to get quite serious.

"Eve..." Lucien then spoke, his voice gentle not to spook her in any way. "It's Andras."

Evelyn instantly straightened her shoulders, "What about him?" Her brother's sentinel, one of a few that remained alive. She then looked to Tamlin, the words of the curse he had recited to her ringing in her ears.

"He begged me to go, Evie." Tamlin answered instantly, "Begged me to give him my blessings-"

"And you didn't give it to him." Eve spoke over him, "You told him we've lost enough friends and soilders to this stupid curse, right?"

Tamlin looked to his lap, a single tear making its way down his golden mask, "I told him to go, told myself he would be the last friend I send to die."

The three sat quietly, the breakfast long forgotten.

"And..." Tamlin inhaled sharply, "He's dead. A few mere minutes after I send him last night."

Lucien too, with Evelyn, looked surprised at that, the two watched their High Lord as he found it difficult to speak, "It feels different this time, it feels less hollow than when they were killed by regular hunters for meat or fur."

"So, Andras is dead." Evelyn deduced, "By who you think might save us?"

Tamlin swallowed and nodded, "Yeah," his voice still quivered, the feeling of loss of a friend in his heart. The blessings he gave those who put their lives at end for him, connected him to them, he felt their final moments, felt them die.

Evelyn looked down at her food, her usually big appetite gone, a friend had died for them, and would lead them to the human who might break the curse put by Amaranth on her brother. Maybe a human who mercilessly killed a Fae could fall for a High Fae, or it was just a thread woven so tight by the new High Queen that there was only one end to it all.

She stood up from her chair, "Please, excuse me, brother." She said, not waiting for his response she left the dining room and the two silent males mourning the loss of another friend.

{Taglist: @nox-ceur}

[atinylittlepain]

Coming soon...

Phew, okay, hi folks. For those of you who have been here for a while, I'm sure you remember, maybe even read, a series of mine by the name of Apothecary. To cut a long story short (and it was a very long story) I never properly finished that series, and it has bothered me more than I'd like to admit.

Welp, I think it's finally time for me to revisit those characters, and I'm announcing that I will be rewriting Apothecary and giving it the attention and intention it deserves.

Gin, what does this mean? Will this rewrite follow the same plot? Will you take down the original fic? Great questions, fictitious reader. First of all, I will not be taking down the original fic - it's its own thing and I know a lot of people enjoyed it and return to it. Apothecary 1.0 will remain untouched on the master list. Apothecary 2.0 will be a story that is entirely new, with some familiar faces (hi, Stevie, love you) and scenes reworked and revised. I've changed a lot as a writer since I worked on that series, and I want to see what I can do with the premise now that I'm a littler older and (maybe) a little wiser.

I'm excited to work on this project (and also for better or worse, no i did not forget about those two) and hope you'll come along with me for the ride.

Yeehaw,

Gin

[redspacewriter]

the littler things: the series

a college social media au remake [of the it's the little things]

they worked hard year after year to keep their number one rank— balancing their studies, friendships and relationships like clockwork. so why was it that this year, the camden's women's volleyball team couldn't catch a break?

〈 the vipers 〉 〈 the group chat 〉〈 prologue 〉

part i: #AllBetsAreOff / LUCAS X MC (SEVEN)

part ii: #TrustToLearn - Aviel

part iii: #NameWorthy - Santana

part iv: #SocksForColdFeet - Tallis

part v: #OffTheRecord - Indy

part vi: #PlayItByEar - Rylin

part vii: #DragYourHeels - Rio

part viii: #ChangeOfHeart - Jonnie

part ix: #TongueTied - Finn

—new year, new smau i hope to finish and with the crew i most likely will!

[beesinspades]

TRIGUN FIC REC LIST (FOR FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION DAY 2023)

For years I haven’t been able to participate much because I barely read any fics anymore, but Trigun has definitely changed that, so here it is! A rec list of every fic I’ve enjoyed so far! I have terrible memory and not enough brain power to leave a note about each one, but I put a ♡ next to every fic I particularly loved! They're all rated G or T, but five of them are rated M (mainly for violence and canon-typical heavy topics). A lot (I mean. a lot.) of them have a Hurt/Comfort tag. Most are Vashwood BUT there are 10+ Gen fics and a couple of Mashwood ones as well :3 Please note some of the fics in this list are not spoiler-free!

VASHWOOD

♡ tell me why your hands are cold (show me how) by desertblooms

Beelio’s comment: the first Trigun fic I ever read, so of course it’s a lil’ bit special to me!

♡ terrors don't prey on innocent victims by procrastinatingbookworm

♡ Heavy Weight by eshtaresht

Beelio’s comment: I only read the Wolfwood POV chapter. As the first ace Vash(wood) I read besides mine, it made me really happy!

The Problem with Making Friends by sad_ghost_kid

half your life you've been hooked on death by procrastinatingbookworm

♡ stars by the pocketful by the_13th_battalion

Beelio’s comment: gave me cavities and i said thank you

♡ a phantom's reverence by bricus27

Beelio’s comment: another one of my favorites!

♡ heaven's grief brings hell's rain by JazzRaft

say it's such a fault by procrastinatingbookworm

A Ship and his Anchor by DerringerMeryl

lazarus wept by Bioluminescent

shepherd my flock by Bioluminescent

Beelio's comment: a really cool concept with Wolfwood as a church grim!

♡ a spark of hope is what i'm after by IceEckos12 

work song by AllegedlyAnnie

♡ Breezeblocks by caffeinefire

two eggs, over easy by AllegedlyAnnie

Beelio’s comment: this one is just so funny. trust me. 

dear star and spring bud, my preachers by elemmacil

"Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds." by selcouth_raw 

♡♡♡ water bucket blues by fathomfive

Beelio’s comment: literally begging you to read this. good god. I never read first person pov fics AND YET. probably my favorite Trigun fic!

safeguard by the_13th_battalion

in a phrase to cut these lips by gorgongorgeous

Of Nick and Nicholas Names by theMusicmaniac

♡ under the bloody moonlight by spinoffprotagonist

Even Angels Deserve Guardians by glaivenoct

♡ scattered feathers, shattered glass by SpiritusRex

MASHWOOD

and i'll love the littler things by procrastinatingbookworm

To Touch You by hypermoyashi

GEN

The Sobs of a Bear and the Tears of an Angel by loveandpeanus

♡ How Judas Earned His Name by BrownieFox

♡ nobody said it was easy by procrastinatingbookworm

Beelio’s comment: this gorgeous post-trimax fic made me cry which is a feat in itself

♡ if only there was some way to ease the pain by SpiritusRex

the river brings you home by tissuebocks

♡ For the world that we leave, not the world that we found by RedWritingHood

I wanna feel like the work had some meaning by RedWritingHood

Season of the Witch by tragic_unpaired_electron

What Was Taken, What Was Restored (series) by Anxiety_Elemental

♡ If You Had Not Have Fallen by aboxthecolourofheartache

♡ YOU ARE HERE; or, How to Get Lost in the Desert Without Really Dying by fathomfive

Start here by AsterAspera

Now everyone knows about my tastes in fanfiction. If you read any of them, please leave a nice comment for the author if you can, I'm sure you'll make their day! 💜 Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day to my fellow fic writers! Thank you for feeding me (us) so well.

[nocandnc]

I rarely read manga. I only do it if I can't wait for the next season. Kaiju No 8 made me read manga and become a shipper again. Studies show that if you have a ship, you will become more invested on the series.

It's a bit sad though that there's not much OkoHoshi fan content. (There's even more in official material)

But who knows, maybe more people will notice, but even if we remain few, it's fine as well.

Hi there~

I don't always read the manga for things either, but I've also gone ahead and caught up on Kaiju No. 8!

Ships sure are a powerful thing, huh? I hope people don't misunderstand though - I'm not just in it for the shipping!! I just think, everyone else is probably talking about the big important stuff already... so I'm going to make some noise talking about the littler things instead! That's just how I operate ^^;;

That being said, I haven't had a ship consume me the way OkoHoshi has in quite a long time. It's a little overwhelming!!! I just love both of their characters so much, and the fact that they're always together and have their little banter moments... it's way too good!

I'm pretty used to shipping rarepairs, so I'm fine with them being less popular... but the fact that it's attached to a series like Kn8 already makes it feel like a much bigger ship than I'm used to lol

I'll keep drawing and writing things for them as I please in any case, and if folks happen to enjoy what I whip up then that's cool too!!

[snowysoul-squrirel]

Hope is this positive, sun shine on a cloudy day- WRONG! Hope is a protagonist of a series who gets up and fights, no matter how bad things get.

Hope has been blasted, shot, stabbed, cut, kicked in the stomach with a stiletto, and they received it all with a smug smile on her face and a cocky "Is that all you got?" Hope has been killed before, but they got right back up and said "What's next?". Hope has had their friends and family killed right in front of them and that only inspired them to fight harder.

Hope has been hurt in every way imaginable, but they come right out of the hells that were put onto them with a cocky smile and blood on their face.

You got this, tiger. Rip and claw your way to victory, but remember to help the littler ones on your way to fight the big bad. You're gonna go through hell, but you're gonna give it right back five fold in the end.

[sexualassbutts]

I need to finally talk about Apology Tour.

I will always stand up for Blitzo cause...Fuck. Going through the entire series multiple times, fuck Stolas on so many levels. Not saying Blitzo hasn't done anything wrong, but at least he's trying to own up to his shit now.

First of all, when Stolas said "When have I ever looked down on you?" to Blitzo in the beginning, I literally screamed "EVERY DAMN EPISODE YOU'RE IN, YA BITCH."

But, I've been laughing at the fact that after Full Moon, Blitzo's immediate response was 'well that was shit. UR GAY memes will fix everything' and then wonders why Stolas isn't responding to his texts.

I'm freaking out just about as much as everyone else from the MarthaxMayberry confirmation.

Drunk Stolas and jealous Blitzo is everything we needed. As well as the Verosika acting like a bestie to Stolas.

Now, for more serious shit.

While I cannot agree with Blitzo for the shit he's done, how many people he's hurt, and how he hurt them, I can give him credit for taking accountability for the shit he's done. And the fact that he's NOT ONCE tried to say he didn't do any of it. Look at the whole thing with Verosika when he repeated what she was saying he did during their breakup and he said "You won't let that go" to her. He never once said he didn't do it. The fact he even said it along with her proves he knows exactly what he did. However, Stolas has NEVER ONCE admitted any fault of his own besides the deal between him and Blitzo. Not once. In fact, he keeps acting like everything is Blitzo's fault when it's not.

And how DARE Stolas try to throw the Striker situation in Blitzo's face. During that call he made to Blitzo, Stolas even said it was okay if Blitzo couldn't come cause he was taking Loona to an appointment that was hard to get her into and needed, because he understood, being a dad, that children are important and should come first. But it reminded me of Loo Loo Land when Blitzo was dealing with Robo Fizz and sent M & M to go watch over Stolas and Stolas said "Blitzy is my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones." During the Striker incident, Blitzo sent M & M in his place to save Stolas. And Stolas had the NERVE to throw it in Blitzo's face that he didn't come himself, knowing full well that Blitzo was doing something important for his family. Stolas is just expecting Blitzo to always be the one to be there directly for him when he cannot be at all times. But at least Blitzo cares to send SOMEONE to go save him every time.

Blitzo took a huge step forward in this episode. Not only was he feeling remorse by the end of it when he saw some of those he hurt crying because of what he did, he MADE NICE with Verosika of all people. This is huge development for him. And while I can't fault Stolas' reaction when Blitzo was trying to talk to him at the party, cause Stolas was drunk off his ass...At least Blitzo was trying. He even left the party quietly, not causing a scene, even after seeing Stolas make out with that succubus. He's realizing he's royally fucked up while Stolas is still playing ignorant and innocent when he's far from innocent.

I've been told I'm anti-Stolas at this point and I kiiiinda agree. Cause fuck him through the whole series, honestly. But if they can both grow, learn, and Stolas literally grows the fuck up and learns how to take accountability, I want Stolitz to work. They just have a lot of shit to deal with individually first.

[eriellelynx]

Don't Look Away / Just Look My Way (Blitzø's Version) by ErielleLynx

…Is what I would have wanted Blitzø to have said to Stolas if he didn’t have the emotional intelligence of a pebble.

Anyways! Rant / Explanation incoming haha.

First and foremost, none of the following is to somehow invalidate your love for any characters, ships, or dynamics. This is just one interpretation in a sea of different interpretations that might just not be suited to you. If this ain’t your cup of tea, that’s perfectly fine! Just please be respectful if you disagree haha.

So, I am by no means a songwriter, nor am I an experienced singer, but… I just couldn’t let this one go. I kept looking for something like this through YouTube, but I could only find AI covers. :,) I feel like there are so many things that just aren’t really being brought up yet and Stolas REALLY needs to hear them. I tried my best to add actual quotes (mostly Stolas’) and scenes from the episodes to show just how toxic their situationship had been up until this point.

Essentially, the original song would have been the romanticized perspective that Stolas had on their relationship, whereas Blitz’ version would be more… grounded in reality? Of course, it’s still from his perspective, so he doesn’t have the full story (i.e. “You lived the ideal!” Brother, no-), but it at least shows his side in a more… cohesive way? Thus, instead of asking for Stolas to “look his way”, Blitz does a reversal and is actually demanding he don’t look away from him, whether it be due to shame or guilt (Ya’ll remember Ozzies?), or because he literally can’t stand to look at him after the initial confrontation.

Some lyrics I wanted to point out:

“Your impish plaything” -> A call back to when Stolas LITERALLY calls him that to his face, and in front of his employees / daughter. Also, remember when he literally puts out a cigarette in his horns? (While also ignoring the fact that his body has burn marks and the implications of that action was seriously messed up? Like-) And then told him in that same scene that the Grimoire was much too important for such an “itty-bitty imp” to handle? ALSO, remember how in the original version of the song, Stolas even calls Blitz this exact same thing? Pepperidge Farm remembers.

“I’d play along that you were my king / And I was your shining knight” -> When they were in the amusement park at the start of the series, Stolas literally calls him this and is then upset that the M&Ms were the ones to rescue him. His full quote: “Where is Blitzy? He’s my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones”. You know, cause he doesn’t look down on imps.

“You’re not a friend, more like a patron” -> Ya'll, Blitz and Stolas were not friends when they were kids. The first and only time they interacted as children was because Stolas’ father literally bought Blitz for a day to spend time with his son, and he could because of their difference in status. From the very moment they met, their relationship was transactional; Blitz’ literal being was up for sale because it benefited his own father. In the present day, nothing had changed. You want my book? Give me your body. I saved you from the humans, didn’t I? Well, I expect you to give me something in return. Why was Blitz supposed to hope, let alone expect, that the dynamic would change? And so, is he really any different from any other imp servant he employs?

“I feel free from your chains” -> There is a literal scene that shows the audience that Blitz feels like he’s chained to Stolas, and that he can be pushed and pulled in any way because he’s beneath him. He knows he doesn’t really have any power in the dynamic, and so whether or not Stolas intended to so, he is still looking down on him based on the amount of control he has. Like… regardless of any serious feelings being developed further down the line, the fact that at some point that was his actual interpretation of the relationship is just… no. Of course, it’s in that same episode that Stolas then calls him his “Impish plaything”. Which, you know, probably doesn't help his view on the relationship and his lack of control of it, as well as his own self-worth.

“In the end, you made me plead” -> I absolutely hated that Stolas literally made Blitz grovel at his feet before presenting him with the Asmodean Crystal. He says he understands that Blitz has walls to protect himself with, but why did he think that this was the way to get him to be vulnerable? He can kneel down and be as soft-spoken as he wants to, he still threaten his livelihood, which would put himself, his daughter and the M&M’s, (whom are the only two constants in Blitz’ life) with no income, without an immediate explanation. So many ways that he could have done that interaction, and he chooses the absolute worst way possible.

“Your praise was merely noise” -> A callback to his rant with Fizz haha. Given all of the above, why would compliments and the occasional laugh be enough to change his mind about him?

“A lovely lie” -> Just him repeating Stolas’ own words in Stolas’ Song. It was all just a “comfortable lie”. Again, throwing his words back at him.

“A game of pretend” -> Much like the game of pirates they would play as children.

“Time to face / your mistakes” -> I’d like to think that he says that both metaphorically and literally. He’s telling Stolas that he needs to accept all the ways he did him wrong, but he’s also literally telling Stolas to look at him, the biggest mistake he has ever made.

Finally, I decided to end it with the original lyrics, not only as a callback to the original song, but to, again, throw those words back at Stolas. Yes, Blitz did in fact ask him to look his way, just like he wanted, but not for the reasons that he thought he would. It’s Blitz’ way of shattering that romanticized image of their relationship, of what it actually meant to be seen by him.

In conclusion, I’m upset at this bird haha. I hope these things get brought up somehow… Stolas giving him the crystal does not make up for any of these things, but it’s a start. Even so, it still feels like a transaction. The first genuine act of affection is still a material good. Accompanied by pretty words, yes, but he was still giving him something and hoped that would make it right and he would have his affection- or at the very least, his attention- in return. Oof…

Again, even if you don’t necessarily agree with this interpretation, I hope that ya’ll can still enjoy the song? ^^

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“Just Look My Way” is from the show Helluva Boss, performed by Bryce Pinkham. The original song was composed and performed by ParanoidDJ. Links to these videos follow.

Official Music Video: https://youtu.be/rATbtwj1qls?si=ogkY16dCkl7mrjAk

Original Song: https://youtu.be/XrZ2vqVPTFM?si=QYW1oc3nEhFD0YDi

The instrumentals are not mine! They were provided by ‪sleeplessginger on YouTube. Check out the instrumental here: https://youtu.be/uB5xhmM4jTU?si=udHIkHoak4nXhAhX

Images were taken from episode 8, season 2 of Helluva Boss. Additionally, images from the trailer of the second half of season 2 were used.

Only the vocals (and the modified lyrics) are mine.