#seriously though these next few scenes that I'm writing

[awkward-imaginations]

| Reunions and Rivalries |

tetsuro kuroo x f!reader

The first time Kuroo saw you was when he noticed you sitting with Kenma, happily playing video games together. He would have been lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when Kenma mentioned he had made a friend on the first day of the new school year. He didn’t share much about you, but Kuroo knew you had just transferred to Nekoma High and somehow you had piqued his interest.

warnings/notes: highschool romance, fluff, slight angst, I do NOT write fanfictions or storys normally, this is a first, so I am generally sorry for everything. CRINGE. def will be cringe in some parts. I'm a big sucker for Kuroo, him and Kenma may be ooc but I don't care this is my silly story and I just need to get it out of my head so I can finally write my Master's Thesis in peace. Also, english is not my first language. This has been "proofread" by my friends (who are also non-native speakers, enjoy).

word count: 2659

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The familiar sound of Karasuno players shouting to each other filled the air as the Tokyo team approached. You walked next to Yaku, chatting casually, when suddenly two familiar figures came sprinting toward you.

“Y/N!” Nishinoya shouted at the top of his lungs, while Sugawara waved enthusiastically from behind him. Before you could even react, Noya wrapped you in a tight hug, nearly knocking poor Yaku off his feet in the process.

“Noya! Suga-Chaaaan~!” you grinned, pulling Sugawara into the hug as well. Noya, now gripping your arm dramatically, suddenly shifted his expression to one of exaggerated misery.

“Y/N!” he whined, pushing you away just enough to meet your eyes, still holding onto your arm. “You have no idea how terrible school is without you. It’s been torture!”

You laughed, playfully pushing at Noya’s shoulder. "Oh, come on, Noya. It can't be that bad."

"It is that bad!" he insisted, throwing his head back in exaggerated despair. "Ever since you transferred, it's like the life has been sucked out of our classroom. I can't even focus on anything anymore!"

Sugawara chuckled, shaking his head at Noya's antics. "I think you just miss having someone to cheat off of during tests."

Noya pouted, clutching his heart as if he’d been gravely wounded. "How could you say that?! I would never cheat! I just… I mean, maybe I miss having Y/N to help me out once in a while, but that's totally different!"

You smirked, crossing your arms. "Uh-huh, totally."

Nishinoya groaned, burying his face in his hands. "You don’t understand! It’s like no one else gets me. The energy in class is so dull now, Y/N! I'm completely doomed."

You rolled your eyes affectionately, patting Noya on the head. "You’re being a bit dramatic, don’t you think?"

"Not dramatic enough!" Noya cried, throwing his arms wide for emphasis. "It's been painful without you. Seriously, how do you survive at that new school? Do they at least let you sleep through class?"

You chuckled. "It’s not so bad, actually. I’ve made some new friends, and I still get plenty of sleep."

Noya looked betrayed, his eyes wide. "New friends? What, and you didn’t miss us at all?"

"Of course I missed you guys!" You reassured, smiling. "But you know, life moves on. Besides, we still get to play Guild Wars together."

„Yeah, nice raid yesterday,” Nishinoya exclaimed, fist bumping you.

Kuroo, watching the scene from a few steps away, furrowed his brow slightly. “So, she's close with the volleyball team at her old school too?” he asked casually, glancing over at Kenma.

“Hm?” Kenma blinked, only half-listening. “Obviously,” he said with a shrug. “Why? You jealous or something?”

Kuroo scoffed, his expression tightening for a moment. “What? No,” he replied, though his gaze drifted back to you, now laughing a bit too hard—at least from his perspective—at something Sugawara said. His jaw clenched involuntarily.

“You sure?” Kenma muttered, still not looking up. “Because it kind of seems like you are.”

“I’m not,” Kuroo grumbled, crossing his arms defensively. “Why would I be—”

His words trailed off as Daichi approached you, a calm but warm smile on his face. He greeted you with a firm hug, his arms wrapping around you in a way that spoke of years of friendship. “It’s been too long, Y/N,” Daichi said, his voice soft. “It’s a nice surprise you’re here.”

You smiled, your face lighting up. “It feels like ages.”

Kuroo watched the exchange, feeling his heart sink just a bit. Daichi’s hug wasn’t overly affectionate, but there was a sense of familiarity between you two that stirred envy in him. He tried to brush it off, forcing a smile, though it felt stiff on his face.

“The third years used to be in the same class as her brother since Kindergarten,” Kenma said quietly, as if reading Kuroo’s thoughts. “They’ve known each other for a long time.”

Kuroo exhaled, rolling his eyes, though the slight tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “Great. Old friends,” he muttered, his smile feeling more and more strained.

Kenma smirked. “You’re terrible at hiding your feelings.”

"Wait… she has a brother?" Kuroo asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

Kenma gave him a surprised look. "You didn’t know? Yeah, L/N Ryouta—he goes to Nekoma too."

Kuroo’s mind raced. "L/N Ryouta? I don’t think I’ve met him."

Kenma shook his head. "Probably not. You’re in the university prep class, and he’s in regular courses. Still, kind of strange she didn’t mention him during one of your study dates."

Kuroo’s lips tugged into a slight frown. "We’re studying, not chatting." The fact that you had a brother he didn’t know about made him feel a little out of the loop. He didn’t like it.

Kenma shrugged. "It makes sense she'd be close with them. They’ve been hanging out since she was little."

Kuroo watched you laugh with Daichi and Sugawara, Noya had left you to help Tanaka “protect” Shimizu. You clearly had a lot of history with these guys. The way they greeted you, how easily you fit into their circle—it was obvious you were used to attention from boys. It bothered him more than he cared to admit.

Just as he was about to look away, you caught his eye and waved, your smile brightening. For a split second, you seemed to hesitate, a faint blush coloring your cheeks as if you hadn’t expected him to be watching. Kuroo smirked, feeling a little more at ease now.

Daichi, noticing your reaction, raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?" he asked, his tone casual but curious.

You turned back to Daichi, still smiling. "Oh, that’s Kuroo, Nekoma’s captain. You should probably go introduce yourself."

Daichi nodded, though his expression became a little more guarded. "Right. I’ll go say hi."

As Daichi walked over, Kuroo straightened up, masking his emotions behind his usual confident grin. Daichi extended his hand, his smile polite but strained. "Daichi Sawamura, captain of Karasuno."

Kuroo grasped Daichi’s hand, matching his too-firm grip with one of his own. "Tetsurou Kuroo. Captain of Nekoma."

Both captains forced smiles, but in the back of their minds, they had the same thought: I don’t like this guy.

“So… you’re not their manager?” Sugawara asked, giving you a playful nudge as he leaned against the wall next to you in the gym, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Nope,” you chuckled. "I’m just here for moral support.”

Sugawara laughed. “Then I can support you supporting. We've got a cracking new setter, so I'll probably be on the bench the whole time.”

There was an ease between you and Sugawara that came with familiarity. You caught up on everything—school, mutual friends, and volleyball, of course. Time slipped away as the two of you talked, oblivious to anything else happening on the court.

Except someone was paying attention.

From across the gym, Kuroo’s gaze flickered toward you more than once. He tried to brush it off, but the more you laughed with Sugawara, the harder it was to ignore the twist in his chest.

“Oi, Kuro,” Kenma muttered, not even looking at him as he noticed the subtle tension radiating off his captain. “What’s up with you?”

Kuroo blinked, dragging his gaze back to the court just in time to see one of Karasuno's players miss a spike. “What do you mean? Nothing's up.”

Kenma sighed. “You’ve been staring over there for the last ten minutes. You’re distracted.”

“Distracted?” Kuroo scoffed, though his eyes flicked once again in your direction—watching as Sugawara leaned in to say something that made you laugh. Why does he get to make you laugh like that? Kuroo felt his jaw tighten. “I’m not distracted. Just… keeping an eye on the competition. You know, strategy.”

Kenma raised an eyebrow. “Sugawara isn’t even playing.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes, “You mean Suga-Chaaan~,” he mocked your greeting only to feign indifference afterwards. “I’m not watching him. Why would I care about some third year who isn’t even in starting lineup?”

Kenma looked at him blankly for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know. Why would you care?”

“I don’t,” Kuroo huffed. “As I already said, it’s not like I’m jealous or anything.”

Kenma eyes flicked toward Sugawara, then back to Kuroo. “I didn’t say you were.”

“I’m not,” Kuroo added, a little too quickly. “I mean—”

“Kuro,” Kenma interrupted, his deadpan expression growing sharper.

“I—" Kuroo hesitated, suddenly aware of how ridiculous he sounded. “I’m just looking out for her.”

Kenma’s lips twitched into the slightest hint of a smirk. “Sure.”

Across the court, Sugawara was finishing a story, his eyes twinkling as he spoke. You laughed, leaning in a little closer. Kuroo’s eye twitched.

“It’s not like they’re flirting,” Kuroo mumbled under his breath, though his voice lacked conviction.

“What was that?” Kenma asked, not bothering to look away from the ball on their side.

“Nothing!” Kuroo snapped, a little too loud, drawing some curious glances from nearby players.

You and Sugawara, still chatting, were blissfully unaware of Kuroo’s growing frustration. Every time Sugawara made you laugh, it felt like a small jab, not because he disliked Sugawara, but because… well, he wasn’t entirely sure why. Or at least, he wasn’t willing to admit it yet.

The match was in full swing, as Shimizu joined you and Sugawara at the side, observing as the teams went back and forth on the court. You’d fallen into an easy rhythm with Sugawara, catching up and making jokes, but now that Shimizu had joined you, the conversation was a bit more reserved.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Shimizu turned toward you. “You’re not their manager, yet you’re wearing their jersey,” she remarked softly, her eyes following the ball.

“Yeah, it actually belongs to Kenma, we're about the same size, thought it would boost the team spirit” you replied, smiling fondly.

Shimizu nodded thoughtfully, glancing between you and Kenma on the court. “He seems to enjoy your company.”

You blinked, catching the subtle implication in her tone. “Wait, do you mean…?” You hesitated, feeling a slight blush creep up your neck. “You think I like Kenma?”

Sugawara, who had been listening in with a bemused expression, chuckled under his breath. “Oh no, Shimizu,” he said, shaking his head, “you’re way off.”

Shimizu tilted her head slightly, giving Sugawara a questioning look. “Really? I thought—”

Sugawara waved her off with a smile, clearly amused. “Trust me, I’ve known Y/N for a long time. She doesn’t go for the quiet, brooding type.”

You narrowed your eyes at Sugawara, half-embarrassed. “Hey, I can like quiet guys,” you defended, though it came out more as a weak protest than anything else.

Sugawara gave you a teasing smirk. “Maybe, but not that quiet.” He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Kenma’s great and all, but your type’s always been more… I don’t know, bad boy. The kind of guy who’s a little rough around the edges, gets under your skin.”

Shimizu blinked, her curiosity piqued. “Bad boy…?” she repeated thoughtfully, then her gaze drifted toward the court where Coach Ukai stood, arms crossed, observing the match with his intense focus. She nodded in his direction. “Ah. You mean someone like Ukai?”

You nearly choked, waving your hands in protest. “What? No way! He’s… hot, sure, but he’s way too old!”

Sugawara burst out laughing, and even Shimizu’s usually calm expression cracked into a smile.

“Nah, I wasn’t talking about Ukai,” Sugawara chuckled, nudging you playfully. “I had someone more… age-appropriate in mind.” He pointed subtly across the court to where Kuroo was setting up for a block, his sharp gaze focused on the game, his usual smug grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “I was thinking more along the lines of that bad boy.”

You froze, suddenly feeling like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs. “Kuroo?” You hadn’t even realized it, but the moment Sugawara mentioned it, something clicked inside you—like a light had been switched on.

Sugawara’s grin widened as he saw the realization dawning on your face. “There it is,” he said, his voice smug but not unkind. “Ryouta told me you just can’t shut up about him.”

You could feel the blush deepening, the heat spreading up to your cheeks. “I… I don’t…” you stammered, not quite sure how to deny it now that it was out in the open.

Shimizu watched you carefully, her quiet gaze perceptive. “So, it is Kuroo?” she asked softly, her voice neutral as ever, though there was a trace of curiosity.

You glanced at her, feeling a little trapped but knowing you couldn’t lie, especially not with Sugawara there, reading you like an open book. You sighed, defeated, and ran a hand through your hair. “Okay, fine,” you muttered, embarrassed but kind of relieved to admit it. “Yeah… I think I like Kuroo.”

Sugawara looked like he’d just won a game. “I knew it,” he said triumphantly. “I could tell from the beginning.”

Shimizu gave a small nod, her expression thoughtful. “He does seem like someone you’d get along with,” she said quietly.

“Well…” you began slowly, a shy smile creeping onto your face, “he is pretty great. He’s been really nice to me, even when he’s annoying.”

Shimizu gave you a small, knowing smile.

Sugawara’s grin softened a bit, turning more genuine. “Sounds like you’re smitten.”

You shot him a playful glare. “Don’t make it sound so cheesy.”

He chuckled. “Hey, no judgment here. I’m just glad you finally realized it.”

You groaned, half embarrassed but secretly hopeful. “Great, now I’m going to be overanalyzing everything he says to me.”

Sugawara laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “That’s part of the fun. Just keep me updated.”

Later that night, the team piled into the bus, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence as the Nekoma players settled into their seats. You slid into a spot next to Kenma, Kuroo sitting in the row just ahead, his head tilted back against the seat.

As the bus started to roll down the road, you pulled out some flyers Sugawara had given you earlier and turned to Kenma and Kuroo. "Hey, by the way, Sugawara invited me to a festival nearby. His and my brother’s band, Secondhand Youth, is opening." You held out the flyer so they could see. "You guys listen to pop-punk, right?"

Kenma glanced up from his DS, raising an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Kuroo replied a little too quickly, "Sure!" His voice was overly enthusiastic, and his eyes darted to you for a reaction.

Kenma blinked, clearly unimpressed. He gave Kuroo a sideways look, stifling a smirk as he mimicked, "Sure." His tone was flat, dripping with sarcasm.

You snorted, trying to hide a laugh, but Kuroo shot Kenma a mock glare. “What? It’s not like I don’t listen to it.”

Kenma couldn’t resist. “Name one band.” He leaned his chin on his hand, watching Kuroo with a blank stare, knowing full well his friend didn’t have a clue.

Kuroo paused, clearly stumped, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for a band name. “Well, Secondhand Youth, obviously.” You couldn’t help but giggle, and Kuroo turned to you, his expression a mix of mild panic and frustration.

"Okay, fine, maybe I’m not a huge fan," Kuroo admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "but I’d still go. For the experience, you know?"

Kenma rolled his eyes but kept a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, the experience of pretending to like music you’ve never heard of.”

You nudged Kuroo’s seat playfully from behind, your smile softening. "You don’t have to, Kuroo. But… you’re welcome to come, if you want."

Kuroo’s eyes met yours, his expression softening as well. “Nah, I wanna go,” he said, his voice sincere this time. “Could be fun.”

Kenma returned to his game, though he couldn’t hide the amusement in his eyes as he watched you and Kuroo interact.

[darth-jess-my-writing]

Anakin x Padmé

This is smut. MDNI. 18+. Mind the tags on AO3.

~2366 words

These are the early days of the Clone Wars. Padmé is frustrated about Senate business, and Anakin is frustrated with the Jedi Council. So when Anakin approaches Padmé in the Senate building all hot and angry, they decide to blow off some steam in her office.

Teaser posted below, link at the bottom to the full scene on AO3.

This is totally unedited, it might be awful I wrote this in kind of a frenzy. If you guys have edits or comments lemme know!

P.S. This is my first attempt writing smut for these two lovebirds, so while I do take constructive criticism very well (in fact I welcome it, if you have tips for me lemme know I'm always trying to improve my writing) I don't appreciate outright bullies, so try to be nice!

A Jedi Comes to Call

Padmé Amidala stood, locked in deep conversation with Senator Organa just outside her office. A large portion of the Senate hearing today had been a discussion of whether or not the clones should be given full Republic citizenship after the end of the war, and it had not gone well.

“I can’t believe how many Senators are more concerned with how this might affect the job market,” Padmé said under her breath. “It really shows where our priorities lie.”

Senator Organa nodded sadly. “We should be setting them up with pensions, not arguing about whether or not they deserve citizenship after fighting our war for us.”

Padmé was about to respond with her agreement when she felt him.

She wasn’t Force-sensitive, but the bond she had with her husband went beyond the Force. Padmé could feel echoes of his resentment, and they melded with her own frustrations from the day, though she had no idea what he was upset about. The Council? Something Obi-wan said? Something Ahsoka did? It didn’t really matter in the end.

And then she saw him.

Anakin rounded the corner, looking dark and handsome and angry. She knew it was wrong, but damn was he hot when he was angry. His every stride toward her was confident, powerful.

Intense irritation radiated from his form. He was tense, on edge, and he needed…oh, he needed release from it.

Padmé’s breath hitched and her face began to burn.

That’s why he was here.

He was coming to her because he wanted her.

Because he needed her to grant him that sweet release that only she could give him.

“Senator Amidala?” Bail asked. “Are you alright?”

Padmé cleared her throat. “Y-yes, I’m fine, thank you,” she said, completely embarrassed because she’d honestly forgotten Bail was still there.

Had he been talking to her?

Bail’s eyes went to the tall, beautiful, Jedi who was now close enough that Padmé could reach out and touch him if she wanted to. And she really, really, wanted to, despite being incredibly annoyed at him for assuming she wouldn’t refuse him even here at her place of work.

That gentle smirk on his lips as he looked at her made her doubt herself.

Definitely doubt herself.

Alright, maybe his assumption was correct.

But she was still irritated.

“General Skywalker!” Bail said. “How good of you to visit the Senate. Did you watch the hearing?”

Anakin’s demeanor changed completely, and he smiled at the man, hiding everything that was burning within him. “No, Senator, I’m actually here to speak with Senator Amidala.”

Anakin’s eyes went to Padmé, and she still felt the pent up anger rolling of him like boiling water, but beneath that there was lust, there was hunger. And it was all for her.

Excitement and anger heated her blood.

Who did he think he was, marching in to her place of work expecting to seduce her? He was insufferable, couldn’t he tell that she was working on something important? She was already angry and upset with how the hearing had gone, and she would have to spend the next few days working up some way to get other Senators on her side of this.

And yet his boldness seriously turned her on.

And maybe he could help her clear her mind.

He was a Jedi, after all.

“Of course,” Bail said. “Senator Amidala and I were just finishing up.” His eyes glanced from Padmé to Anakin, once, then twice. He stepped back, awkwardly. “I’ll be on my way.”

Finally, the two of them were relatively alone in the hall. There were others nearby, but they were all out of earshot.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, General Skywalker?” Padmé asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Can’t I visit a friend at work?” Anakin asked.

Padmé watched his lips move and all she wanted was to feel them against her own. But his words were absolutely infuriating and cocky. She would show him. Her mouth watered thinking about what she’d do to him later to torture him for this. “You’re going to regret this,” she sneered quietly.

“I really don’t think I am,” Anakin replied, smirking again.

She looked up at him, studying him, probably a little closer than a senator and a Jedi general should ever stand. She could feel his hot breath on her face.

The way he looked at her like he could ravage her here, now, against the wall of the Senate with everyone watching, made her knees feel weak.

The tension between them had become electric, and Shiraya help her, she wanted him so badly.

Heat pooled in her core, and she made her decision.

“I’m going to regret this,” she muttered, and walked toward her office.

Anakin’s voice was low, and seductive. “I’ll make certain you won’t.”

[fairyhaos]

How To Fucking Write: a guide by fairyhaos

[masterlist]

this post details:

STARTING A STORY

PACING A STORY

hi gays and gals and welcome to "how to fucking write", a post (series) where i talk about how i brainstorm for writing, plan for writing, write the writing, and everything in between. nothing too serious here lmao, but i'm definitely planning on making at least a couple posts on this bc a) it's fun and b) i wanna help! so if you find this useful then pls lmk by reblogging + drop an ask if there are any specific things u want me to give my two cents on ^^

okok and now without further ado,,, let's look at the topics i'll talk about in today's post!

#1 - HOW TO START A STORY.

.. bullet point one : have an idea

the first big thing is that you need an idea. doesn't matter if you're a pantser and don't plan out your writing before you start. that's totally fine! but before you begin, you need at least an idea: maybe it's a vibe, a character personality, a specific journey you want the characters to go on. maybe it's a piece of dialogue. maybe it's the ending- the point you want to end up at after however many thousand words.

whatever it is, it's best to have some inspiration, some idea of what you wanna do. no point in writing if you don't know what you're writing, you know?

(of course, that brings up the issue of Having An Idea in the first place, but finding inspiration to write is a whole other can of worms we can open in another post.)

.. bullet point two : practice

okay, so now you have an idea. how do you put that idea to paper? how should you actually start your story?

it’s all to do with practice.

it’s the most annoying piece of advice in the world, but it helps so much. you just have to write lots and lots and lots, to find the way that works for you. whether you wanna start your stories with pretty scene descriptions, with dialogue, with dramatic one-liners. finding your voice, your style, what’s most comfortable for you, is really really important. and takes practice.

an example, though: for me, i prefer either a line of dialogue, or one-liners that a) help immediately establish a character’s personality or can b) introduce an interesting setting.

[chan + swingset] — one-liner example

[hoshi + silly] — dialogue example 

but of course, everyone’s style is different. so i’d recommend playing around! find a list of one-word prompts and just write a few that inspire you, writing the beginnings. it’s important, also, that you’re having fun, because if you’re already struggling with starting to write, it’ll be even harder if you’re doing it while feeling stressed.

.. bullet point three (mostly just for longer fics)

maybe you don’t find a style, in the end. maybe you’re comfortable with all of them, which is totally fine! but then you look at your writing, and you think, “oh… this isn’t as good as i thought.” 

and it makes you want to give up. what do you do, then? how do you carry on with your start?

just put words to paper. it doesn’t matter if the words are terrible, if you’re making up shit and using placeholders for description words or whatever. just carry on, get to a place you’re happy with, like the end of a scene, or maybe a dialogue exchange you really like.

because now, guess what? you’ve successfully created a first draft.

making first drafts is actually so important. seriously. first drafts allow you to fuck up, allow you to write terribly. they help you fumble and trip your way to the finish line (or at least a rest point) so that you can go back and do better.

even if your first draft is terrible, it’s helped you make your way to a point you’re happy with. now you have a vague idea of what you want, even if the description or characterisation or something is way off. because now, you can edit it, or even scrap it and use only a few words from that draft in your next one. or maybe, if you look back at it, maybe it’s even decent enough for you to use. 

whatever it is, when you first start writing that story, think of it as ‘The Worst Draft’. because it probably won’t be as good as you want it, and it’s okay. just write, with no fears of it being bad, because that’s literally fine. it’s not set in stone. the backspace button exists. after your first draft is made, make another. and another, and another, because i promise, after that first draft, it only gets better from there.

#2 - PACING A STORY.

.. bullet point one : adding things

pacing is always really tricky. however, i do think that slowing a story down is easier than speeding it up, so here we go,,,,

finding out the exact way to slow down a story really depends on what type of story you're writing, but there are a few all-round things you can do which can help pretty much any setting.

if it's a scene with loads of dialogue, and things feel like they're jumping to the end topic too quickly, add descriptions. your readers are blind, writers, and they depend on you to be able to see what's going on. are your characters having a conversation on the street? take a break to describe what they see. are they in a coffee shop? maybe someone comes in with a huge noise, or their coffee arrives at their table. are they hanging in midair with nothing around them? well, describe the actions of the character they're talking to, then.

example: (from my seoksoo fic bc it's the only long fic i'm working on rn)

by adding character descriptions, movement, thoughts, instantly everything seems to have slowed down. it thickens time, allowing you to move at a more leisurely pace.

if it's a scene full of action, you can do the exact same thing. maybe there's a high-tension moment and something significant happens. slow down time there, describe something small in great detail. talk about the thoughts they're having.

and even if it's just an ordinary scene, describing is important. the setting, the characters' actions, their thoughts. it's okay to write too much. then you can delete things which make things feel like they're moving too slowly.

.. bullet point two : delete

not gonna lie, finding out how to speed up the pacing of the story can often be really specifically tailored to the setting of the story.

with stories that have loads of action (spy, apocalypse, etc) i'd recommend adjusting sentence length. you'll want short, punchy sentences, without loads of commas and clauses, but you'll also want to experiment with having those short sentences gradually get longer. it helps with tension and suspense.

it has to be short. running fast. something to elevate fear. quick, but also desperate, before they then spill over each other, picking up pace, all of the thoughts blurring together and going faster, and faster, and faster, and then-

then the penny drops.

people use the metaphor of music a lot, and it really does work that way. it needs to ascend to its climax: gently, cautiously, before sprinting upwards and only describing things like the barest emotions (the fear they feel, the panic, anger, anything) before everything reaches its peak and comes crashing down in a flurry of action descriptions.

but of course, the easiest way to speed up something is to delete. delete swathes of setting description. delete unnecessary dialogue. delete an entire scene and rewrite with only the things you remember (which can help make sure you only have the essentials in your scene, btw. very helpful).

it might take a bit of adjusting, rewriting, moving things around, but ultimately, quickening the pace of the story depends on the way in which you write things. be concise, be dramatic, and don't dawdle.

... and that's it ! if anyone has anything else they want advice on (how to structure, how to write dialogue, how to plan etc) then just shoot me an ask, because i'd love to help however i can :)

tagging: @selenicives who asked for this in the first place hehe ^^

[merlucide]

reader gets hit on

Notes: holy shit i didn’t know I had this in me- I read this, and then they were like “you should write sum using this” and I was like “Hell the fuck yah” soooooo! 2 friend read throughs later, I present to you this fic attempt!!!(also had no idea what to call this lmao)

Words: 1k

Warnings: reader is fem(can be read as gn or masc), harassment, alcohol mentions.

"You don't have to protect me. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't protect myself."

"I'm not protecting you because you're a woman. I'm protecting you because you're my woman." - @leosxrealm

Excitement buzzed through you at the thought of the upcoming party, a chance to mingle and have fun. You found Shouei, hoping you could convince him to come with you. "There's a party tonight at Fukiwara-kun’s. It's going to be really fun. I’m gonna go, you’ll come too?" you asked, a hopeful smile on your lips.

Barou's reaction was immediate, his brow furrowing. "No, and you shouldn't go" he replied, his voice full of disapproval.

"Why not? It's just a party, it’ll be fun!”you protested.

“Parties like that are just trouble waiting to happen. You know how those scrubs are, especially with drinks involved. It’s not safe. End of discussion.”he argued, his annoyance evident.

Frustrated by his lack of trust, you retorted, "I can take care of myself, you know. I have fine judgment of who to avoid. " Without waiting for his reply, you turned and left, determined to enjoy your night despite his warnings.

At the party, the house was alive with music and laughter. Your friends wave you over, and you chat with them for a while. You left to go refill your cup of punch, when a guy, clearly having enjoyed one drink too many, slid up to you. "Hey, gorgeous, haven't seen you around before. Wanna dance?" he slurred, his intentions as clear as the alcohol on his breath.

“Ah no thank you.” You politely decline, he inches closer to you “Ah come on- don’t be like that. Let’s- let’s have some fun yeah? That’d be fun” he pressed, now grabbing onto your arms. your attempts to politely decline proving useless. The fun and freedom of the party suddenly replaced by an urgent desire for space and safety. Before you could respond, a shadow falls over you both, the music and laughter fading into the background as Barou Shouei steps into the scene. His arrival is like a storm, immediate and threatening. his demeanor is overwhelming, his eyes, dark with anger, his jaw ticked as he glares down at the man holding you.

“Let her go,” Barou commands, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise of the party. His stance protective and threatening. The guy, sensing the seriousness of the situation and perhaps noticing the danger in Barou’s unwavering gaze, releases your arm, stepping back lowering his head and raises his hands up in defense.

“You’re leaving,” he tells you, not a suggestion but a command. He firmly grabs your arm, dragging you through the crowd of people.

The street outside the house is pretty empty, a  few streetlights shine down, making the sidewalk glow a little in the darkness. Now and then, you might hear a car in the distance, but that’s pretty much it.

“Shouei, you didn’t have to drag me out. I could’ve handled it,” you say, your voice a mix of gratitude and frustration. You’re aware of his need to protect, but you were frustrated that he came, not trusting you to take care of yourself. Though, you really were glad he did, that guy scared you. The mixture of emotions swirling in your gut, and the adrenaline from the previous scene didn’t help.

"I told you, it's not safe. I knew something like that would happen.” he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

You sighed, knowing he was pretty much right. It really pissed you off  that he thought you couldn’t handle yourself. "You don't have to protect me. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't protect myself," you fired back, your frustration peaking.

Barou's expression softened slightly, his next words careful. "I'm not protecting you because you're a woman. I'm protecting you because you're my woman." he admitted firmly, his voice carrying a weight that made you pause.

 you can’t help but feel a warmth spread through you. His honesty and the raw concern in his voice, showing a side of him that’s vulnerable and sincere. It’s a reminder of why you care for him so much, his willingness to stand by you, even when his instincts lead him to overstep.

Despite the comfort his words bring, a part of you insists on showing your need for independence. “Shouei, hearing you say that means a lot to me, it really does. And I feel safe knowing you’re here,” you begin, your voice soft but firm, “But I also need you to understand that I can take care of myself. I value my freedom”

You pause, looking for the right words to show your feelings of appreciation and your need for freedom. “It’s about trust, trusting me to handle situations on my own and knowing when to step in. I need that space, to feel free.” You fiddle your fingers.

Barou listens, the usual intensity in his eyes softening as he thinks about what you said. After a moment, he nods, a silent acknowledgment of your needs. “I get it” he says, and though the words are simple, it’s telling you that he will try.

everything feels okay again between you and Barou. You look at him and see how much he really cares. The night air around you feels calm now.

You move closer to Barou and hug him. He hugs you back, tucking his head in your neck. Barou then gently lifts your chin and gives you a soft kiss. It's a sweet way to make up, showing you both are okay now, without needing many words.

With a smile, you both decide it's time to head home. His hand on your waist, you both start walking, enjoying the quiet night around you. The party seems like a long time ago.

This walk home feels special because it's clear you both understand and care for each other. 

Barou can’t help the way he feels the intense need to protect you. You’re just too important.

WAS THIS OKAY??? IVE NEVER DONE ANYTGUNG LIKE THIS BEFORE??? PLEASE LET ME KNOW🙏 also yes I know Barou would punch the dude, I just dunno how to write that lmao

made February 18th 2024

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters [pt.4]

(what if our mc got tired of Night Raven College and all it's inhabitants?)

(what if our beloved mc has...(voluntarily) been helping with decorating for the ball that will be happening in the next few days!?)

(just a “filler” chapter but it's just pure fluff and our mc having a great time with their new RSA friends + fleshing out some RSA students that I may use in future chapters/will get back to angst but as many of you know: our mc needs to be happy!

p.s Neige is actually a nice person in this series, he just doesn’t mean to come off as fake. I just wanted to write a nice version of the character for this!)

(fluff/splash of angst but it's very short)

the ball: part 1

you couldn't be more relaxed. you are currently chilling with your new friends and Rielle on the same shore you stepped your shoes in on your first day here. you all decided that after a long day of studies, activities, and fun ballroom decorating that it'd be a great idea to just relax beside the waters with everyone having each of their favorite snacks and drinks.

you and your friends were quiet since all you could all do was take in the refreshing sea air and the feeling of the breeze kissing your faces, the sound of the water sloshing and splashing also added to the calm ambience of the scene, and of course it wouldn't be complete without the screech of a seagull or the cute chirps of birds. I just can't forget to mention the same beautiful sunset that came upon your first day here also appearing in this exact moment, it really did always take your breath away. 'god, nothing could beat this view' you thought.

you noted how this time when you volunteered to help out with ballroom decorating, that no one actually ever left you on your own or ditched you. everyone did their part, some mishaps here and there, but it wasn't anything none of you could fix. you actually felt as if the work was much less with everyone actively doing their job and not slacking off or disappearing when they have the chance... these guys actually sticked by you and didn't let you down in the slightest. it was as if a splash of the freshest water just hit your face and took off a lot of stains that you had from NRC.

you all reveled in the moment until someone finally spoke up, "today was no joke." your friend, Alex Underlan, spoke in an exasperating tone as he laid with his arms and legs spread as if he's about to make a snow angel in the sand. "it felt as if this day would never end."

the next to speak was Neige Leblanc "we did take awhile to set up the decorations for the ball. thankfully we managed to finish just in time before the setting sun left!" he spoke with a smile as he looked up to see his little blue bird friends sitting comfortably on his hat. "we have to admit we did do a pretty good job on the decorating."

Chenya, an acquaintance from NRC and now very good friends with in RSA, stretched his limbs out in the sand with a loud yawn "beats me, I'm just glad that the hard part is over and we can now nap like kittens!~..."

"I agree with Neige though, we did do a pretty great job with decorating! along with the help of our fellow animal friends too it made the whole thing a bit more hectic yet fun." Rielle chirped in "I do have to admit-- Raps and _____ did an amazing job painting the ceiling and walls for the occasion! it's like those really detailed murals from waaay back then!"

Raps then replied with a bit of a sheepish smile "aww thanks Red, but obviously I wouldn't have been able to get it done in time with my favorite assistant _____ here!--" Raps shook your shoulder gently with the entire group chuckling with each other.

"hey! I'm your only assistant!" you replied with a light giggle "Raps I seriously have no idea how you're not afraid of falling from such a height-- you have immense trust in your hair." you paused " but then again i was hanging onto your hair while painting-- so I actually can tell why you have immense trust in your hair." you all just fell into a fit of laughter together in harmony at the hilarious memory of you freaking out a bit while clinging onto your friend's hair over how high you were to then feeling confident and relaxed while painting the ballroom walls and ceiling with Raps.

after you all calmed down the excitement for the ball started rising in your chest once again "honestly... i'm so excited for the ball. mostly because it's the one ball where I most likely won't have to deal with any people that have underlying personal issues that I have to deal with." you let out an almost happy sigh.

Chenya snickered, knowing well what that referenced to "nahh, no overblots here. don't remember there ever being one since I first came to this rabbit hole." he then closed his eyes as to take a light cat nap.

"me either!" chirped in Neige "but no need to fret or fear, in case an issue does come up we won't ask you to have to take care of it for us. with what you've told us you have seemed to have gone through so much already--" he spoke this next part more lowly " I should've... noticed it back when the VDC event was happening..." Neige sulked a bit but then gave you a small smile "I'm just glad you still came all this way to give RSA a chance _____!.."

"thanks Neige, that's actually... very kind of you to say." you smiled back as one of Neige's little blue birds landed on one of your knees and chirped a small song for you.. how cute and charming. "actually back then at the VDC event I honestly thought you were probably hiding under some super cute and friendly facade but turns out that it's really just you being naturally kind and well... friendly!" almost everyone either choked on their drinks or giggled, basically all collectively agreeing that everyone else thought that too in the beginning of meeting Neige at some point.

Neige paused a bit and looked at you with wide eyes and a genuinely confused smile, processing what you just said as he let out a very confused "huh?--"

"Raps Belleflowe!"

a loud interrupting and snarly voice boomed from behind the group of six, so loud it caused the little birds that rested on you and Neige to fly away! you all simultaneously turned to look at the tall and dark figure with voluminous black curls awaiting for one of you.

Raps sighed in immense disappointment as he packed up any snacks he had out back in his satchel, now looking all gloomy. "well- I'll see you guys tomorrow!.."

Chenya then turned to look his long haired friend with an almost disappointed look too "leaving so soon blondie? not staying over to grab some full grub with us?"

Raps shook his head "ahh...not today guys! maybe next time--" he was about to walk out before he quickly faced the group who all groaned in disappointment together " hey how about to make up for it I treat you all to lunch at school!" everyone still seemed disappointed yet each still gave Raps a thumbs up at his idea.

you all watched him scurry to his father who seemed to be less than pleased, almost scolding him before they both walked seemingly back to the dorms.

"I don't like Raps's dad... always gave me the heebie jeebies, keeps Raps from us outside of school-related stuff, and always gives me low scores on my biochem tests!..." Alex grumbled as he looked up at the sky.

"he is an intimidating individual.. but he seems to be very attentive to Raps and always seems to help him with all the countless hobbies he has!.." Neige tried to seem a bit positive, but he does agree with Alex on the first two things.

"a bit too attentive, I know a helicopter dad when I see one." Rielle huffed before he yawned. "well let's get a meal before we all head our separate ways and sleep like sleeping beauty."

Chenya and Alex both seemed to agree very much with this idea with how quickly they both to stood up in a weirdly comedic way.

you chuckled at this "guess we don't have to tell you two twice."

Alex laughed at your comment "you really don't!"

while the other three got up Neige gently tapped on your shoulder before you got up as well. "hey _____! if you don't mind-- could we take a photo together for my Magicam? I've posted photos with everyone except you, and I wouldn't want to leave you out!" he gave you these puppy dog eyes as he asked, you couldn't help but chuckle at this and nod.

"of course Neige, I'd love to be in your Magicam." you spoke before a bright smile grew on his face and you both set up a pose together in front of his phone's camera.

"1...2..!" and right when he was about to say three he clicked on the camera button and now he has a memory of you two! he looked over the photo "look at us! we look great!"

you nodded in agreement, genuienly impressed with how good you two looked "huh!.. we really do don't we!"

you both giggled together before a loud and sharp 'ahem!' interrupted you both. both pairs of eyes looked up to see all three of your standing friends waiting for you.

Chenya groaned "let's get going slow pokes! Im starting to mistake Alex's stomach growls to that of a lion's roar." the cat tittered before Alex gasped and punched him on the arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him.

"no they do not! fleabag.." Alex sneered.

"awwe! that hurt, blondie #2..." whined the cat.

the rest of you three lightly laughed at the scene before you as Neige and yourself got up together. once the two wrapped up their play fight you all as a group started walking to the nearest shop for a quick meal.

guess you didn't realize that with Neige posting the picture of you two later on in the day that it'd rise hell onto the campus of Night Raven College-- unbeknownst to all of you.

(really short compared to other parts but next chapter will be when the actual ball will happen and all the silly funzies stuff too. as mentioned once again this chapter and the next are basically just fluff and "filler" and to flesh out most of mc's new friends +adding sprinkles and splashes of angst here and there to at least keep it interesting!)

[deoidesign]

Happy webcomics day!!!

I'm not home (on a trip right now with family), but I still want to talk a little bit about my process, so I did what I could to find some wip shots 🧡

Plus, I'd also like to update my extremely patient readers with a little taste of what's to come!!!

Step one, of course, is writing.

When I'm writing I have four documents open. A "dump" document, a "yes this!" Document, an outline document, and a drawing canvas!

In the dump document, I put ANYTHING. complete stream of consciousness. The 'yes this' document is where I put anything useful from the dump document, and the outline is, of course, the outline. The drawing canvas is for me to sketch out problems and ideas and get sort of a different angle on things, since I can't really visualize.

Once I have a book completely written, I start thumbnailing!

My thumbnails pretty much look like this. Text, sketchy poses, indications of expression and maybe environment...

I thumbnail the entire book at once. I don't let myself do any edits on it until it's done, but I take note of edits I'd like to make! Then, once the first draft is out, I edit.

I'll move entire scenes, delete whole episodes, bring in bits from the end to have proper foreshadowing... Etc! It's a long process that makes my arcs feel much more complete and something I can be really proud of.

I can only do this when I'm really ahead, though, so that's why I've been on a long hiatus!!! I was forced to work without my process for a few arcs, and the difference is so huge to me that I refuse to let myself do it again. It makes a loner hiatus, but work way more worth waiting for!

Next step is lineart!

Yes, I skip sketches! I go right into lines.

I save every head I've ever drawn, and that lets me copy paste in a basic head angle. Then I redo the face, fix up the hair, etc. so it fits my panel, and then I draw the rest of the body!

This seriously saves me so much time, but less so for the drawing (i still draw a ton of heads and I'm very fast) and more just for helping me skip sketching entirely!

Then I do character flats, which since all my lines are closed that goes pretty quickly (slowest part is Steve's hair, I refuse to use a brush cause every one I've made looks terrible!!!)

And then I draw the backgrounds!

Which, I keep layered, clean, and HUGE so I can use them throughout the arc.

I used to feel bad doing this, but then I realized... It's not like backgrounds "change" irl. So why make them change in my comics...? It saves me so much time, but it ALSO lets me put in more detail per background! I draw probably 3 very large backgrounds per episode like this, and then I draw maybe 5-10 unique backgrounds for single panels per episode as well. I save these too, but they're rarely re-used.

And then my panels are done!!!

So there's a bit of my process for you all!!!

Happy webcomics day 🧡🧡🧡

And here's my comic, if you haven't read it and want to see the end result of this process, or if you have read it and would enjoy a re-read with the extra knowledge:

Or, if you would prefer books I have those too!

Happy to elaborate on any step, as well!

I make comics extremely quickly and as my full time job, and my process allows me to easily manipulate my format as well. I'm happy to share any of my knowledge if you have questions!!!

[66sharkteeth]

WEEKLY THOUGHTS ON THIS WEEK'S EPISODE! Though tbh I think I covered a chunk of it last week-

This Claude arc has been some of the writing I'm most proud of in the entire comic, and I'm so happy other people are enjoying it too. Seeing Claude go from the series' punching bag to someone seemingly everyone's screaming over and pitying really feels like an accomplishment to me and I'm so glad even the people who don't love Claude are at least sympathizing with him (the vast majority anyway). Also shout out to Claude's leg for increasing my FP sales. I can't express enough how much my FP revenue's been impacted ever since the return. I got literally less than half of my usual income this month (when I needed it most lol) but the FP numbers *almost* returned to their old average this week, so thanks everyone who fast passed to see the fate of Claude's leg lol.

This is one of those episodes that was a long time coming and I have some kind of strong feelings about it. I've been planning to lop of his leg since high school, but I did admittedly start to get a pit in my stomach the closer it got. By the time these episodes publish, I'm usually over it and laughing to cope (see above), but I hope at least a few people were as disturbed as I was writing it. Which...I know sounds mean, but I really admire media that can get that feeling out of me (without going over the top and scarring me) and it's something I hope I can achieve too. Some of the most important pieces of media that influenced me growing up (FMA, some animations that inspired CoB, Paranoia Agent, etc), really gave me a gut-sinking level of disturbance as a kid, but boy I'm glad I saw them because they sure made an impact in a way that I think made me a stronger writer, and that's one of those things I hope I can achieve.

Anyway, to address a few points I'm seeing throughout the comments- 1. Jericho's reaction. I left it kind of vague on purpose. I have no comment on it and just leave you guys to speculate on how he will react or encourage you to FP to find out (sob please).

2. people legitimately criticizing joking about claude's leg. which is interesting to me. obv there's a lot of jokes and leg puns throughout the comments, and soooometimes I don't like that when a very serious episode's comment section is filled w/ nothing but jokes, buuut there are also enough real comments of concern and speculations and analysis of the ep that i really, really don't mind some leg jokes and puns, personally. like...as you can tell from the image above, even I'm not above making them. To the people who think it's actually fucked up for us to joke about this scene... I dunno. I personally laugh to cope, and I think a lot of other people are doing the same. I don't think anyone's literally going "LOL HE'S SO DEPRESSED HE MUTILATED HIMSELF," I think its just...funny leg puns to make a dark situation a little lighter. At least for the most part. I'm certainly not above joking about it, but as you'll see in the next episode, I'm also obviously taking it seriously and don't plan to make Claude such a butt of jokes now that he's reached this point. That would just be in bad taste. But... I think a leg pun here and there is still in line.

[airplanned]

If there was a Me for You extra bonus scene!

Does it fit into any of the one-shots? No! Did I write it even though I'd said I wasn't writing fic this week? Yes!

Someone commented that they were bummed they didn't get to see the crew's reaction to finding out the big secret. So here you go! Post-Whole Cake.

--

No one is giving Sanji much space, and he is entirely okay with that.  Luffy has snuggled up next to him on the bench, close enough that he would probably be in Sanji's lap had Chopper not gotten there first, and Luffy looks like he's seriously considering slowly shoving the reindeer out of the way, despite how Chopper is currently rubbing antiseptic on a cut on Sanji's forehead.  Brook sits next to him at the table, yet still manages to hover, and Nami is pacing, but never gets more than five feet away.  She's bristling, and it makes him feel both chastised and loved. 

"Take this off.  I need to see your wrist," Chopper says, and somehow it takes four of them to pull Sanji's ridiculous white jacket off his shoulders.  In just his shirt, he feels like he's better able to breathe, and he rolls up his right sleeve to the elbow to show Chopper, who hisses a the bruising and the skin rubbed raw around his soulmark. 

That cuff sucked.

"This ointment needs to be spread on it.  Can I do it, or would you like to do it yourself?"

"I'll do it!" Luffy announces, and grabs the tube from the table.  He grins up at Sanji and says, "I've never seen yours before."

And who can argue with that?  There's something deeply intimate letting Luffy touch his wrist.  Hell, even letting Luffy see his wrist is a big deal for him.  It's embarrassing and wonderful, and his crew loves him so much.  With a red face, he clears his throat and looks away.

The ointment is cold and goopy, and Luffy's treatment isn't what you would call gentle.  Is stings as it goes on and then numbs, his entire arm relaxing for the first time in weeks.

"Where's your watch?" Nami asks.

Sanji cringes.  "They broke it.  When they put on the--"  He gestures meaninglessly with his finger, but can't say the words.  It doesn't matter.  They all seem to understand. 

Her face crumples before she pulls herself back together.  "I'm sorry.  Do you...will you want something else to cover it?  I know they're not your style, but I'm not really using my old bracelets."  She waves her bare wrist, where the black swirls stand out against her pale skin.  "If you want them."

It's one of the kindest things anyone has ever offered him.  He has to blink a few times and swallow hard before offering up a crooked smile that's not supposed to be crooked.  "I think I'd like to let it breathe a bit."

Her eyebrows lift.  His smile evens out a bit, even as heat rises in his face.

"You do need to let it breathe," Chopper admonishes.

"Why are there diamonds?" Luffy asks.  His face is way too close to Sanji's wrist.  Close enough that he's probably breathing in the fumes from the ointment.

"Oh, uh.  It's--"

"It's none of your business, Luffy," Nami says.

"No, it's alright.  It's, um, negative space."  He traces the pattern with a finger, hovering just over his skin so as not to disturb the goop and not call Zoro.  "It's not black diamonds.  It's white Xs."

"Oh!  Like those pictures. Where sometimes its a candlestick and sometimes it's two faces."

"Optical illusions," Brook supplies.

"I suppose," Sanji says.

"Cool," Luffy says.  Then, "Oh I get it!  It's Wado."

"Luffy!" Nami shouts.

"What?"  The captain looks up at Sanji, who's holding very still, then back to Nami.  "What?"

"You're--How did you know that?"

Luffy looks genuinely confused, then lifts Sanji's arm to show her.  "You know the criss-cross-y part on the hilt of Zoro's sword?  It looks like that.  I mean...his is white, and Sanji's kinda pink, but--"

"Zoro's sword?" Chopper asks, suddenly sitting up straight and leaning forward to get a better look too.

Nami gives Luffy a sharp, tight-lipped look.  "That's a secret, Luffy."

"No, it's not.  They had first sight on Alabasta.  We all saw it."

Sanji points at him.  "See!  We told you all.  It's not a secret."

Luffy nods guilelessly.

Chopper's little mouth falls open as he gapes up at Sanji.  (And, yeah, those big eyes make him feel a touch guilty.)

"You did not tell everyone!" Nami argues.  "We all knew that first sight was Vivi."

"Yeah!" Chopper squeaks.

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," Luffy says, squinting up at the ceiling deep in thought.  For a moment, Sanji wonders if Luffy is dumb enough that he somehow thought Sanji and Zoro had held off on first sight for a whole month of being crewmates.  But then he shrugs.  "Well, it makes sense they would want to have Vivi let them try again.  Their real one must not have been very good.  With Zoro dying and everything."

Sanji clears his throat.

"They didn't have first sight when Zoro was dying!  They had first sight at the table at the restaurant!"

Luffy frowns and blinks at her.

Sanji bites his lips and winces when her sharp look tuns on him.  "That's...when Zoro had first sight.  Yes."

She stares at him for a long moment.  Then her face falls in aggrieved disgust when it clicks together.  "You two are so stupid!  Honestly, you deserve each other."

It's insane that that makes him kinda happy.

"Wait!  Sanji and Zoro are soulmates?!  Like really?" Chopper shrieks.

He looks so upset that Sanji's knee-jerk response is, "Maybe?"

"You kept it from me!"  The little reindeer is now standing in his lap, shoving his chest with his front hoves, and he should probably be grateful he hasn't switched to heavy point and thrown him in the water.

"I thought you knew!  You're the only one who's seen my soulmark!"

"Your soulmark is a row of diamonds!"  Then Chopper gasps, and claps his hooves over his mouth.  "Zoro's soulmark is fish."  His butt starts to wiggle in excitement, tears building in his eyes.  Sanji hugs him closer.

And if there's a hug involved, Luffy needs to get in on it.  Next thing Sanji knows, his captain's head is on his shoulder and one of his legs is slung over Sanji's lap.

"What about you," Nami demands, jerking her chin at Brook.

"Oh, I assumed they were soulmates before I joined the crew.  But then everyone told me they weren't, and I didn't know what to think.  It was all very confusing.  It still is."  He takes a sip of tea.

Chopper is crying.  Sanji moves to pet him, but remembers at the last second that he has to do it with his left hand rather than his right.  He doesn't want the goop to get on his fur.

[sarawritestories]

Oh Hello

Hello, Lovelies!

It's been a while I have had, an influx of people asking about updates for series, and life and making sure I'm okay and I just want to come one here and say. THANK YOU. You all are truly so sweet and kind and supportive and the DM's and the asks have really filled my cup.

Seriously in January when I started if you would have told me I would be sitting here writing to people who are itching to read more of my writing I would have laughed and been like, these little stories that are un-edited and riddled with errors. But here we are and I'm so happy you are all here.

Here is a much needed updated (I am aware no one is obligated to one but we're all friends here and I'll be giving updates for future works.)

A Life Update

So what's going on in the next few months you may ask?

I move in 6 days and my Apartment looks like we haven't touched it. A big chunk of packing will get done this weekend, but it's a tad bit stressful.

That being said in two months, I get married! Which is exciting and I have talked about it before. But we are so close I'm getting excited!

I think when Halloween comes around I'm not going to know what to do with myself not having anything to plan or do (Besides looking for a new job closer to my new home).

Writing Update

As life is going on even though I haven't been posting, and I have been hit with the biggest slump I've had (Reading , writing, drawing, I was having none of it).

However, I have still been plotting and writing behind the scenes! Though my brain has been consumed with a novel idea that I'm working diligently to pursue and write from beginning to end.

But Sara what about Unwavering Presence? All Too Well? I Wanna Be Yours?

I'm so glad you asked!

All of my series at the moment are on a brief hiatus. I love these characters so deeply that when I continue their story I don't want it to feel forced, or like I was rushing to get it done. Their stories deserve to be told in the way I want them to with care and love. Once my life starts to settle I'll get back into the throes of it!

Now There are some one shots that people want sequels for, or The Dark Side of Prythian series and the Mermaid series I promised and I they will come. But my brain can really only operate on 1000 words stories maybe 2000 if I'm lucky. So as you all have already have been so patient with me. I ask for just a little more for my life to settle as I'm making some big life changes and moving into this new and exciting phase of life with the person I love the most and our four legged companion!

As inspiration strikes I will post one shots, because I am not going anywhere and if you want to say hi feel free! I love yapping!

Alright, I am going to end this updated with this.

Thank you to my Mutuals, anons, and new friends, for being so kind and checking in on me. Most importantly thank you for giving my stories and my characters a chance and reminding me that I am at my a core a dreamer.

XOXO Sara

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

That Boy is Theirs

18+ MINORS DNI for implied smut and Steve doing the hand on his hips things naked is powerful to imagine.

Shout out to @monologichno for giving me the great idea about Nancy and Eddie falling into the bed scene as they fought. It gave me the inspiration to write this out.

Summary: Nancy and Eddie fight over Steve while Steve revels in it.

For Steve, it was hard to tell when someone really liked him. . .unless they were being very obvious. Eddie and Nancy were very obvious. Well, okay, so maybe Steve had to be told by Robin. Well, once he was aware, it was very obvious their eyes were on him. He remembered them now in the boat before they got pulled into the Upside Down. Their eyes were on him, too. Although, who could blame them? Even though he no longer had his swimmer's physique and he gained a few pounds, Steve still thought he looked pretty damn good. Not so much now with the bat bites.

"You definitely still look good," Nancy had told him after listening to him complain.

"You look better than good. You look scrumptious, good enough to eat," Eddie had grinned. "The bats clearly thought so."

Steve had watched Nancy glare at Eddie. The doctors had put him on bed rest after he over exerted himself. Eddie had managed to escape his own bites when Steve doubled back and promptly collapsed. It was Eddie who carried him through the gate. It seemed he never let Nancy forget it that it was Eddie who saved Steve’s life. Now, at his house, they had both shown up at the same time to tend to his wounds.

"Seriously, Eddie?" Nancy asked.

"Seriously, Wheeler? I don't think Johnny Boy is going to appreciate you coming here and telling another man how good he looks," Eddie said.

"Jonathan and I broke up," Nancy seethed, glaring at Eddie. "That's why I came here, to talk to Steve - ,"

"He's under strict orders by the medical doctors not to deal with any. . .unnecessary stress. So, I don't think it's wise for Steve here to listen to whatever upsetting news you may have for him," Eddie said.

"Steve, would you please call off your attack dog?!" Nancy asked.

"Don't you yell at him!" Eddie exclaimed.

"And don't act like you've suddenly changed! You only feel guilty because you suddenly realized that Jason Carver wasn't the only one who was a bullying dick! You're only doing this because you judged people just as harshly!" Nancy snapped. "And once you don't have to hide anymore, you're going to go back to your old ways! Standing on lunch tables and lording over everyone that you think you're better than them."

"That's rich, coming from little miss priss!" Eddie yelled at him.

"Asshole!"

"Adulterer!"

"Dick!"

"Douchebag!"

"Takes one to know one!"

"You realize you just insulted yourself, Wheeler!"

"I'm going down anyway, might as well take you with me!"

Steve’s darted back and forth as he watched them. Holy shit! He knew that they thought he was attractive but he didn't think they would fight over him but here they were. He shouldn't be enjoying this. . .right? Who knows what would have happened if Hopper hadn't come over at that moment to check on him? Although he kind of wished he hadn't. Hopper had kicked them out after that, and Steve had to pretend like he wasn't pouting inside. It was Robin who had come over the next day.

"They're fighting over me!" Steve hissed to her.

"What?" Robin asked.

"Eddie and Nancy, they're fighting over me," he grinned.

"Why do you look so gleeful?" Robin asked, and then she paused. "Oh, is this making you horny. . . You slut."

"Well, I mean, a little, but also, is it weird that it also makes me feel. . .wanted?" Steve asked.

"No," Robin said. "They're really fighting over you? Okay, I'm going to have to witness this. My curiosity is peaked."

Of course, they weren't here the next day or the day after that. Steve figured that Hopper must have given them a talking to on the way out, but it didn't seem to deter them. They arrived together three days after they had been kicked out. Robin had shown up after them. Eddie and Nancy were already in Steve's room by the time Robin came in with a bowl of popcorn and crawled into Steve’s bed.

"Excuse me, I was here first," Nancy said, grabbing the bandages out of his hands.

"And I was here second," he said, taking them back.

"I think Steve would want me to change his bandages," Nancy said. "He's known me longer."

"He's going to know me better. It's all about quality, not about quantity, sweetheart," Eddie smirked.

"Holy shit, they really are fighting over you," Robin said as Steve ate some popcorn.

"Yeah," Steve said.

"So, when are you going to tell them you want them both?" Robin would ask.

"When I stop enjoying it, and they both realize they like each other too. I'm enjoying the sexual tension," Steve said.

"Gross, but also hilarious," Robin said. "Is it just me, or is their hair getting bigger as they argue?"

"It's not just you," Steve said.

"Why don't we just ask ask him who he wants?" Eddie asked.

"We don't have to because I know he wants me. My hands are smaller," Nancy said.

"What the hell does that mean?" Eddie asked.

"It means my hands are more delicate than your gorilla paws," Nancy said.

"Excuse me? Steve’s hands are bigger than mine," Eddie said. "If my hands are gorilla paws, what are his?"

"Beautiful," Nancy sighed.

"Yeah, that's true," Eddie said with a sigh of his own.

"I shouldn't have called your hands gorilla hands. They're nice too," Nancy said and slipped her hands into his.

"Um, thanks," Eddie blushed.

She pulled her hands back, grinning mischievously. She waved the bandages in her hands.

"Got you!" She exclaimed.

"You minx! Deceiver!"

"Come on, Steve, let's change those bandages," Nancy said and paused. "Robin, when did you get here? And when did you get popcorn?"

"Steven, are you eating popcorn without us?" Eddie asked. "How dare you?!"

The arguing between Nancy and Eddie went on for a while. The younger members of the Party even caught onto it and had started making bets on who Steve would choose. Of course, Max would be the only one winning with her 'ridiculous' idea that he would choose both of them. El decided to stay out of it. Eventually, Steve got better, but unfortunately, he had neglected to tell both Nancy and Eddie that he was no longer on bed rest. He also didn't tell them that he started driving the kids around again.

"Steve?!" Nancy called out as she searched through the empty house.

"Steve?!" Eddie yelled.

They had gone upstairs to his room but found that he wasn't there either.

"We should check the garage," Nancy said.

Eddie agreed with her and followed her to the garage, where they discovered that his car was gone. Nancy frowned and decided to search the house for a note or any clue to where he had disappeared to. They ended up in his room again.

"Maybe he got tired of us arguing all the time," Eddie said.

"This is all your fault!" Nancy snapped.

"My fault?!" Eddie gasped. "Mine?!"

"Yes, yours. You couldn't accept the fact that he wants me! It's odd, though, because Robin said you tried to push him towards me," Nancy said.

"That was before I realized I wanted him too!" Eddie yelled. "You had your chance with him, princess, and you ruined it!"

"And I'm trying to make it up to him, but you won't let me!" Nancy screamed at him.

"I'm not going to let you break his heart again!" Eddie yelled as he moved closer to her.

He was towering over her now, and she could feel his breath on her face. Nancy screamed and jumped on him, pushing him onto the bed. Eddie growled and pushed her onto her back. She did the same, and they kept doing until they were wresting around on the bed, getting twisted up in the covers. At one point, he had her on her back, hands pinned above her head with his legs straddling her. Suddenly, she could feel it on her hip, and it filled her with annoyance that he could get turned on by this. Was it annoyance, though? Nancy thrusted her hips upward, pressing against it and causing Eddie to moan. He loosened his grip, and she flipped him on his back. She put his hands around his throat, squeezing, but that only made it harder. He liked it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Steve’s voice came from the doorway.

"Steve, this isn't - " Nancy started to say as she removed her hands from Eddie's throat.

"You guys are having sex in my bed and didn't invite me?!" Steve exclaimed.

"What?!" Nancy and Eddie asked.

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. He started pulling off his clothes. It was amazing how quickly he had managed to strip himself naked. Nancy and Eddie stared at him.

"How far did you get? Can I still hop in?" Steve asked as he put his hands on his naked hips.

"Wow," Nancy and Eddie said in unison as they gaped at him.

"You've seen it before," Eddie said to Nancy.

"Yeah, I know," she blushed.

Steve pulled back the covers and frowned at their fully clothed bodies before grinning.

"Guess I didn't miss anything," Steve said as he slipped into the bed next to them. "Where should we start? I guess here should be good."

Steve leaned in and kissed Nancy deeply, smirking when she gasped against his mouth before returning the kiss. He quickly pulled away from Nancy before turning to Eddie and kissing him as well. Eddie kissed him back eagerly and hungrily, whining when Steve pulled away.

"I want to see you two kiss," Steve grinned.

"What?" Eddie asked, his mind a blank canvas.

"I'm really glad that you two finally realized that you two liked each other and that you didn't have to fight over me because I want you both. I wish I could have been there to see that, though," Steve said.

Eddie and Nancy turned to look at each, realization appearing in their eyes. They moved at the same time, lips crashing against the others. When they both broke the kiss, they laughed and leaned their foreheads together.

"Am I just going to be the only one naked here then?" Steve asked in amusement.

"Right, right!" Eddie exclaimed.

It was awkward at first, trying to find out how to do things, but then they found their rhythm, deciding where they wanted to be. Nancy and Eddie enveloped Steve, welcoming him into their embrace. He was their middle, their anchor, and being with him was like sinking down into a warm bath. They bit, licked, and kissed every inch of him, marking him as their own. It was almost animalistic, the way they loved him, and the way they loved each other because of him. It was a beautiful but exhausting thing, and as soon as Steve lay on his stomach, his skin still glistening with sweat, he fell asleep. Eddie and Nancy stayed away, leaning on their elbows as they stared at him. Nancy used her free hand to trace patterns into his skin. Eddie reached out before doing the same.

"It seems silly now, fighting over him," Nancy said.

"Yeah," Eddie said.

"I do it all again, though. . .fight for him, like I should have before," Nancy said.

"I'm sorry for all the things that I said. I didn't mean them," Eddie said.

"I'm sorry, too, Eddie. I didn't mean those things either. You're a good man," Nancy said.

They moved their hands and held them over Steve’s back, looking at each other fondly. Nancy smiled at the bite mark she left on Eddie's neck. She left one for Steve, too. They were both hers now. She leaned over and kissed him. Eddie smiled as he pulled away. They laid down next to Steve, curling their limbs around him protectively. Theirs.

[luminouslywriting]

Hey, just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your work and I am literally a kid in a candy store when I get notified on AO3 that you've updated; particularly with Mastermind!! (Rosie&Ruth are forever on my mind!!) I'm hoping all the best for your surgery and recovery process ❤️

I'm here to request for a Mr Ken Lemmons, cause I believe he deserves some attention (best engineer at 19 and all!) Could you write something maybe about how he is as a married man, being married young, maybe how they met and decided to be married at 19, how he treats his lady (OC) and how OC deals with being a young wife with a husband who's away at war (maybe even a reunion scene👀).

Not sure if this is a lot for an ask, (this is my first time doing this🫣) but thanks anyway for taking the time to read this!!

Oh Nonny, you are so sweet 🥹 thank you so much! Ahh we’ve got our first Ken Lemmons request! I simply ADORE him so much and I’m so excited to get one for him! I would love to do this one for you! My requests are still open and I love getting your asks! Cut for length, more under the cut!

-You know those “wife guys”? The ones who are literally so proud and excited to talk about their wives and they adore them? Worship the ground they walk on? Well Ken Lemmons is a REAL wife guy and cheating is not even something that computes in his love-struck little mind (I’m side-eying Crosby for being a cheating wife guy haha)

-I think for him to be married so young (he’s only 19 after all), it means that he either met you in his first year of university, in High School, or you’ve known each other your entire lives :)

-Ken Lemmons, is quite simply put, the kindest most thoughtful and sweet man that you will ever meet

-Now considering how young he is when he’s in Europe, it’s safe to say that the actual engagement was a short one and that the marriage didn’t get all that much attention before he left

-However, here are a few things I am certain of:

-He loves to sleep in and snuggle

-Ken is a great cook and loves helping you in the kitchen

-He is the most encouraging man about your hopes and dreams—whether it be scholastically, career-focused, or dreaming about your future family

-Tells the best jokes and loves to see you laugh

-His favorite part of the day is when he gets to wake up next to you

-He loves going dancing with you

-Sunday drives to see the sunsets

-You know the orange peel theory? Ken Lemmons exemplifies the proper response here

-He drinks his respecting women juice and takes it seriously

-Hand holding while you’re sitting together or watching movies

-Tickle fights that devolve into make out sessions are his favorite

-I see him as a words of affirmation and physical affection kinda guy—and when he promises something, he keeps every single promise

-Showers you in compliments and would gladly brag about you to the first person who asks

-I think that the sex with Lemmons would be really sweet, gentle, and altogether a glowingly positive thing

-He’s really into body worship and praise in the most wholesome of ways

-He also strikes me as very considerate and sweet during sex and so he’s going to be asking you how things feel, if you’re comfortable or enjoying yourself, that sort of thing

-Yes, you were each other’s firsts :)

-But rest assured, every single time is making love, not ever just sex

-Cuddle sessions after sex mixed with pillow talk about the future, where you want to live, how many kids you’ll have, etc.

-It’s a tearful goodbye that breaks both of your hearts

-And when he’s gone during the war?

-This man dutifully writes you as though his life depends on it, multiple times a week

-He keeps a picture of you in his jacket and looks at it whenever he can get a free second

-Interacting with the kids on base makes him think and dream about his future with you and all of the future little Lemmon-drops you’re going to make haha

-Now you, on the other hand? You’re going to live really close to his family and to yours and unfortunately, I do think that it’s really hard

-It’s a damningly lonely thing, being separated from one’s spouse

-Your letters are full of encouragement and adoration, support from afar and signed with so much love

-And his letters are the best part of your week (especially the ones that make you blush because he’s going on about how he wants to see you pregnant and have his children haha)

(yes there is a slight breeding kink haha)

-But it doesn’t make up for missing him

-So I think the only solution here is Marjorie Spencer (my beloved 🫶🏻)

-And I think striking up a correspondence with someone as kind and gentle as Marge would be such a help emotionally

-Which of course would lead to a few phone calls and maybe you’d even meet up once or twice

-But either way, nothing would quite compare to the way you and Ken feel when the war is over and he arrives home

-He manages to hold it together until you’re sprinting at him full force to try and hug him….and then he’s crying and kissing you and it’s the sweetest thing ever

-Ugh he would just be the perfect husband and you cannot convince me otherwise

[razzle-zazzle]

Hi, not sure if you answered this already but for your between au when branch gets adopted by gristle do you have any plans to continue with it? You kinda skipped the part during the first movie and I’d really like to know what happens when jd goes to get Bruce and clay. The fight scene would be so much more brutal than in canon. Either branch talking about how much worse he had it than his brothers or him not caring at all about their fighting. Oh and clay being out “serioused” by branch! I just really like ur au and your writing. I understand if you’re occupied with other stuff but do you atleast have so hc to give?

Oh don't worry, I do! My next Trolls piece should hopefully be for the Between AU! I usually do write stuff out of order, though, so I'll get to the first and second movies too, don't worry!

And that argument in the third movie... it'll definitely be a bit different, though not exactly in the ways you're guessing... actually, here, have a little snippet from when I wrote out a rough draft for the scene several weeks ago:

"I'm not calming down until John apologizes!" Clay declared, Bruce echoing the sentiment. "Well," John Dory started, voice beginning to rise, "sorry I tried to make Brozone the best it could be! Sorry I took care of you all when our parents got eaten!" He didn't sound very sorry. "A real apology!" Bruce shot back. "For the way you treated us! For the way you're treating us now!" "Ohhhh, so I shouldda just left y'all to your own devices, then, is that it?" John Dory's voice had dropped, but the bitter intensity remained. "Should've just left Floyd to die in that diamond, because TROLL FORBID I EVER DO ANYTHING TO MESS WITH YOUR PERFECT LIVES!" His hands waved about wildly as he spoke, rage etched in every feature. "That's not what we're saying and you know it!" Bruce riposted, "You just can't admit to your faults at all, can you? Because oh, noooo, perfect John Dory never makes any mistakes—" "I'M TRYING, DAMMIT!" John Dory roared. Clay interjected. "Well you're doing it wrong! Bossing us around and ruining things just like you always do!" "ENOUGH!" Branch yelled, in the same voice he used to be heard in a room full of Bergens, the same voice he used to project himself further and larger and safer. "You're all ruining this! None of you are listening and you're all going in circles!"

As for Vaycay Island and Hole-n-Fun, I have a few plans for how they'll go >:] Vaycay Island will probably be a lot tamer, with the most stress coming from Bruce being nervous about Groth & Bernice' presence (they got paid leave and so they immediately went on vacation) and Branch's familiarity with them, but otherwise the scene goes pretty similarly to in canon. Hole-n-Fun, though... oh boy.

AND I HAVE A JOKE I PROBABLY WON'T GET TO USE WHERE IN RESPONSE TO CLAY CLAIMING RESPONSIBILITY OF THE FINANCES BRANCH GOES "But logistics are MY thing!" AND IT'S NOT THE SAME AS BRANCH "OUT-SERIOUSING" CLAY BUT IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH ASDFDGYTDRFSDHFGFDZDFSDGFHGF

and then there's a lot more you can find in the AU tag! I even discuss my plans for the first movie (it was. a struggle to figure out)

[rudikawhy]

Just some thoughts after watching Mission:Impossible - Dead Reckoning, Part 1 tonight...

***SPOILERS***

Okay, first of all: I absolutely LOVED it! Like the whole movie and I know that I will watch it multiple times in the cinema. I mean, yes, it was exciting, of course, it's M:I, but also really funny. My friend and I had to try so hard sometimes not to laugh out too loud. The car race? Amazing. Probably because I love car races in movies in general (even though I am always sorry for all the innocent cars and other things that get destroyed), there are always many funny one-liners, this time no exception.

But let me come to the point that is the reason why I'm writing this. Ilsa. My beloved. I have so many questions (Why the eye patch in the beginning?, for example) but first: No, you can't tell me you're really FUCKING dead!! There were a lot of reasons why I wasn't really, really sad when she "died". One was because so many things were happening immediately after that, there was no time to be sad, even for the audience. Another is; I don't really believe she's dead. I was always half expecting she'd appear in the next second. Like Paris. Apparently, she's not really dead either. And now I have one year, in which I can keep on believing she's still alive.

I mean, I finally get a few (very few) beautiful Ilsa/Ethan moments (this hug, when she realised it's Ethan in the dessert!! was my favorite because unexpected, because not in the trailer, iirc; but also the little looks they give each other), and then this happens!! AHHH. I'm sorry, I just can't handle this Ilsa-loss

Even though it meant less Ilsa, I was positively surprised by Grace. When the movie was promoted and Hayley Atwell seemed more important than Rebecca Ferguson, I was seriously disappointed, partly upset. But Ilsa aside, was Grace actually a really good character. She made me laugh, I didn't want her to die (nor Ilsa), and I the end in the train I wasn't just concerned about Ethan but also about her.

What I did realize was that Grace is kind of like Ilsa was in the beginning. Or at least similar. I realized it when Grace wanted to leave the party, was attacked by two men, and Ethan came to help her. The moment she was free and the men fought with Ethan, she left the scene instead of now helping Ethan. I feel like this is something Rogue-Nation-Ilsa would have done too.

I'm glad that Benji had his bomb defusing scene. When he's under pressure he often has funny lines, and while I know that Benji isn't just there for the funny lines, I appreciate and love them. Also I love that we had multiple (at least two??) times when Benji gave Ethan directions while Ethan ran/drove. My immediate comparison was "like in MI3", one of Benjis first actions, but then I realized that he also does it in Fallout, and it's even more iconic there.

I was seriously confused by Paris. It's probably due to something I missed at one point, but like, what does she even do (aside from having too much fun when driving a car that is too big through streets that are too small, with the intention of apparently killing two people in a yellow Fiat 500, while looking like a maniac)?? I really didn't get it.

Okay, I would love to say more about Ilsa but also about everyone and everything else, maybe another time, I need to sleep...

[elysian-drops]

Hello author friend. Just thinking of you and hoping you are doing well.

Hello!

First off, thank you so much for checking in. It's really sweet of you 🥺I hope you're doing okay as well and are taking care of yourself 💕 And to everyone else who has popped up in my inbox asking how I've been— seriously, thank you! I thought it would be easiest to have a blanket reply to one ask, but please know I've read each one of your messages and appreciate every single one 💕💕

But to answer your question, I'm doing well! Life has just been hectic since my last update. As you may know, I've been dealing with some health issues that have resulted in a few unforeseen consequences (like pushing back my graduation date). Unfortunately, I had to extend my last semester (so fun) and that ended up sapping most of my free time and desire to write 😭😅 Thankfully though, that's all done! I'm officially graduated as of this May (woo!).

Also, I know there's been some concerns regarding the status of Appetence. Please know I haven't forgotten about it! I've working on the next chapter slowly (I admit, it's been pretty emotionally taxing) and, although I don't have a definitive update timeline as of yet, I'm hoping to get back to posting sometime early this summer. In the meantime, I've been considering posting some vignettes and taking requests for short scenes people want to see (i.e. any events you wished to see from another character's POV, certain V/Harri interactions, etc). I'll make a separate post about this later, but if anyone's interested, please let me know!

Anyway, sorry for the wall of text and for being MIA. I just want to say though it's really touching to see how many of you are still around and continue show interest in Appetence 🥺💕 You guys are the best, truly!

Until next time!

[cyborgqueen211]

**For any potential Roleplay Partners!**

Hello, and welcome to my general roleplay information post! I'll be honest and say I got the idea for this from someone on reddit, so if this seems familiar, that's probably why.

Also, I'm super new to Tumblr. So please bear with me! I've been lurking for a bit, but if my formatting is weird or anything, that's probably why.

You are most likely wondering about a specific topic about me. Hence why this post has been split into different ‘chapters’ for you to go to at your leisure, below is the table of contents. Enjoy!

**TABLE OF CONTENTS**

1. About me

2. Rules for Roleplaying

3. Fandoms/Themes

4. Limits

**CHAPTER ONE : ABOUT ME (THE WRITER)**

I know not many people on in the Roleplaying community care about the writer, and only about what the writer can give them, so let me make this quick.

1. I care about my fellow writers, so if your not enjoying the roleplay, I’m not enjoying the roleplay. You wanna stop the roleplay or take a break? PLEASE, please, let me know. I will not be offended or impatient. I’m always ready to discuss what we can do to improve and what’s next on the literature chopping block.

2. I get busy sometimes, just like everyone else. But I'm usually able to check in at least once per day. And whenever I'm not going to be available, I will always give a heads up. All I ask is the same in return. Thanks!

3. I’m quite a friendly person if you have problems with pet names (My mom was southern so I tend to call people sweetie, hun etc.), then please tell me so I don’t make you uncomfortable! If I don’t know about the problem, then how do you expect me to fix it?

4. I don’t like getting ghosted. Who does? But I may @ you once per day to see if you're free to roleplay! (Obviously, if I’m informed about you being busy, then you won’t receive a @ asking if you are or aren’t!)

5. I do both NSFW and SFW roleplays! I like a roleplay that’s story focused with smut. If you want 100% smut, then I’m not the partner for you! My ideal balance is about 80% story 20% smut, but I'm willing to go up to 50/50. Fade to black smut scenes are also welcome!

6. Grammar and spelling mean a ton to me! And because I roleplay on Discord, there is always the option to edit posts. Please use that feature!

7. Please provide detail! I have literally gotten this response, and yes it was the whole response. "[Male Character] does some things." And I can't do anything with that at all. If you can, I applaud you. I want to write an amazing plot with you! I want to worldbuild with you!

8. And about worldbuilding, I love it when there are more than just two characters! I'm more than happy to play side characters, and you're also welcome to create and play some as well. We can decide how to divide them up but usually I like to play the ones I create and you play the ones you create, but I'm cool with dividing it up other ways as well, we just have to talk about it first.

9. I usually play Female main characters, and I prefer if my partner will play Male main characters. Side characters can be whatever gender, I don't care that much.

**CHAPTER TWO : RULES FOR ROLEPLAYING**

I’ve only got a few important rules, so listen up!

1. Match how much I write, or write more. If you write more, I’ll attempt to match you instead! I don’t like there being an imbalance of effort when it comes to writing. As roleplay is my hobby!

2. Discord is required, you don’t have it? Get it or get lost! (Seriously though, it’s the most organized platform for roleplay!) But you can certainly reach out here before moving to Discord if that would make you more comfortable.

3. 18+ Only! I will not play with anyone underage for any reason! Even if all the smut is fade to black or there is no smut! 21+ preferred.

4. No ghosting, if you're not interested in the roleplay just tell me and we can get started on one of two things. A) a new roleplay, or B) the parting of ways. I’d rather we leave on a good note instead of with bad tastes in either mouth!

5. While being friendly in OOC chat is great and encouraged, FLIRTING IS NOT! I am not here to be in a relationship with you. I'm here to write about a fictional relationship between 2 fictional people.

To summarize, please match or exceed what I’m putting down, Discord Only, 18+ Only, No Ghosting, and No Flirting! Got it? Cool!

Final note, a reminder that I roleplay for fun. If I’m not having fun then I will say so, then we can discuss a new roleplay or we can part ways as mature adults.

**CHAPTER THREE : FANDOMS/THEMES**

Something to note, whilst I know ALL of these fandoms, I mostly enjoy a select few of them. So please, if you wanna do one, ask me about it! (This list is pretty much for your sake to grasp what I’m into!) anything with a 💕 next to it means I am well-versed in the fandom. I don't usually like to play canon characters, but I am more than okay with it if you want to. There are a select few characters I will play from a few fandoms, so feel free to ask.

(And yes, I know some of these are old or not very popular so please don't judge, lol!)

Mass Effect💕💕💕, Twilight💕💕💕(including Life and Death💕💕), Avatar: The Last Airbender💕💕 (and some of Kora), Scorpion💕, Ghost Whisperer💕, Star Trek (DS9 and prodigy are basically all I know), Red Dead Redemption, Empire of the Vampire💕💕💕, some of Marvel (I mostly know about Iron man and Spider-Man, but I could be persuaded to watch more for a rp), most of Disney but my favorites are Treasure Planet💕, Tarzan and Tangled.

And many More! FEEL FREE TO SUGGEST ANY NOT ON THIS LIST! I know I'm forgetting some.

Some themes, I love to explore and certainly don't mind mixing and matching. I'll also be adding things like time frames and super general plots. Most of these can be mixed and matched with the fandoms as well.

Romance💕💕💕, Slice of life💕, Marriage💕💕, Family💕💕, Slow Burn💕, Supernatural creatures (Vampires💕💕, Werewolves, Dragons, etc.), Sci-fi, Fantasy, Adventure, Old West💕, Medieval, Modern, Futuristic, Drama💕💕, Angst💕, Medical💕💕💕, Damsel in distress💕

**CHAPTER FOUR: LIMITS**

Vore, Inflation, Diapers, Beast, Underage, Abortion, Snuff, Disgusting Kinks (like Piss, Farts, Scat, etc.), OOC flirting.

If unsure about anything written in this section, feel free to ask me about it! (Always better to be safe than sorry!)

And as far as Kinks go, they change very frequently and are kinda rp specific so that'll be discussed in DMs.

**CHAPTER FIVE : WAIT, THERES A CHAPTER FIVE?!**

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[lihikainanea]

I know you have had a little writers block and not much time to write but in case this can inspire more tiger and Bill hear goes. So Bill is working on a movie that is a mess. He took the job because because he really loved the director, but lets so with rewrites and other politics that director quit. Bill was still in a contracted he could not easily get out out and he did not want to quit something he had already put work into.

Filming finally started back up with a new script and he was doing his best to make his character believable. But his neppo-baby co-star was not helping. Of course he was also considered a neppo-baby by the US press but he did not think he was not a brat like this woman. She wanted to change things in the script. She wanted special foods and no one could talk to her unless she was officially on set. He could not even get her to go over lines or how he could respectfully touch her during scenes since they were playing a couple.

He of course talked though things with Tiger as much as he thought he could but this was a very tough shoot. He would come home late and only get about 6 hours before having to be back on set.

His mind is wheeling one night when he has to do a love scene with this awful girl the next day. Tiger calms him enough for him to fall asleep. His brain has other ideas to fix the thoughts he has about the next day. He dreams of actually having an affair with awful girl. And the sex is just....he wakes in cold sweat. He was moaning in his sleep and he can not even look at Tiger. And boy does he not want to go to work that day either.

Ohhhhh I like this.

Look, I mean, with how many films actors do--every once in awhile, they must work with fellow castmates that they just hate. Abhor. Their hatred is so thinly veiled that it's incredibly palpable to the crew onset, but thankfully things rarely ever make it to the press because of NDAs and big ass scary lawyers and the like. But every once in awhile--we, the ever little-seeing public--we get wind of it. Think Don't Worry Darling. The drama surrounding that production, for the so many reasons it seems to entail, was just--unf, chef kiss to those of us that still love the thrill of a little celebrity drama.

And I'm sure Bill, in all of his perfectionist nature, was also hated on a few sets. His perfectionist nature. His insistence on trying the scene 100 different ways, for 100 different takes, until he was satisfied. Not everyone performs to that calibre nor do they hold themselves accountable to such lofty expectations as that big swedish talking tree, but that's just who he is. That's how he works.

But y'know, I'd even venture to say that it's quite rare that Bill actually likes his castmates and fellows actors he works with. That's not to say that he hates their guts--not at all. But rather he's just pretty...ambivalent about the whole thing. Neutral. He's the Switzerland of film sets. He's a pretty private person in general, a pretty guarded individual, and for him this is a job. Onscreen chemistry is far more important than actual chemistry in this line of work, and he's able to separate the two. He can have great onscreen chemistry with someone that he's not super friendly with, and he doesn't feel any inclination to add the to the inner workings of his closest social circle. Beers after a long day on set is one thing, the occasional celebratory dinner, gifts for the make up and costume crew. Getting to know everyone on a first name basis. But beyond that, Bill is more than happy to go back to his trailer between takes, or go back to his apartment at the end of the day, and cook dinner with tiger or have drinks with some of his friends who flew out to spend a few days with him.

And on that note, he's probably had to work with a lot of actors that he really doesn't like. People who either take themselves way too seriously (Bill thinks method acting is the most ridiculous fucking thing anyone could ever do), or the opposite--people who don't take this seriously at all. And if you call Bill a nepo baby to his face you'll likely be tackled violently from stage left by tiger--but it's also why he's ultra sensitive about those nepo baby actors who don't have any talent, and don't even have the work ethic to build it up.

It's still like pulling teeth to get Bill to admit that his laast name opened up a few doors for him, but he'll also be the first to admit that his initial acting jobs weren't....uh, they weren't great. But he worked at it, he honed his craft, he worked his ass off, and now nobody can say the opportunities he's gotten have been handed to him.

But y'know, the thought of nepotism--well, it doesn't really bother some people.

And maybe on a recent film set, Bill is living in his version of hell. His love interest in the film is a girl in her young to mid-twenties, the type who grew up with two famous parents and all of a sudden decided she wanted to act--so roles were handed to her. Bill's not quite sure how she even got the job given how their chemistry read went, with Bill nearly glaring daggers at her the whole time. She's just the type of person he can't stand. She's loud about everything. She comes with an entourage to everything. It's always over the top, all the time. She never learns her lines. She doesn't give him anything to work with in a scene, reciting her lines like a robot and not leaving anything to improv, natural reactions. She needs a million takes for one scene--not because she's a perfectionist--but because she forgot her lines, or didn't listen to the notes the director gave her. Bill is pretty convinced this entire film could have shot in half the time if she'd just be a little bit of a fucking professional about it.

The whole thing irks him at first, then just pisses him right the hell off shortly after. She's late for the call time, when the other actors are sitting in the transport car well before the ass crack of dawn waiting for her to come out her house. She comes into the makeup trailer blasting her music and yelling along with her entourage, while Bill is reviewing his scene changes and trying to get his head into his character for the day--they knock over his coffee, get in everyone's way, and just never shut the fuck up. Her friends--and her--are all filming all the time, and Bill spends most of his time between takes trying to dodge ending up on someone's instagram or tiktok.

But y'know, it's just so pitifully ironic that the only scene this girl is keen to rehearse--a little too keen, actually--are any of the kissing scenes, or the sex scenes. And with one scheduled in just a few days time, this little nepo baby has been all over Bill trying to find proper times--evenings, of course, with a little wine to loosen up--for them to uh, practice. Bill's gag reflex has been barely contained.

And like, tiger bears the brunt of his rants at the end of every filming day. Whether it's 2AM or 2AM or anywhere in between, he always FaceTimes her when he wraps the day and tiger always thinks that vein in his neck is real damn close to bursting.

"She just...she doesn't get it tiger," he rants, pausing to take a drag of his cigarette, "This is a fucking joke to her. This is my job, my profession, and it's a fucking joke to her."

"Has anyone told her?" she asks, "Maybe she needs to be called out on it."

"Her dad's studio is partially funding this one," Bill exhales, the camera shaking as he continues to walk.

"You're fucked then," tiger smiles sadly. Bill just makes a frustrated noise before continuing to rant for the next hour.

And like, maybe tiger goes to visit him on set right? And she's not it before, the whole rehearsing an upcoming steamy scene with him--but wait wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here.

So, tiger visits him on set and sees firsthand what a fucking nightmare this girl is. Tiger spends most of her time in his trailer but somehow, she still has to dodge what feels like a million cameras all linked to a hundred different kinds of social media, all from her entourage. They ain't shy about questions that are none of their damn business either--shit like who she is, how she knows Bill, what she's doing there.

"I'm his bodyguard," she cracks, except tiger is kind of scary when she's pissed off and she's not really blinking so suddenly the gaggle of girls don't really know what to think.

In any case, tiger can definitely see why Bill has been so pissed off lately. Everything is a joke to this girl, she doesn't take anything seriously, and suddenly she's just real excited about the scenes coming up in a few days.

"We should practice tonight!" she says gleefully, as both her and Bill are sitting in the makeup trailer getting all un-done after the day. Tiger quirks a brow from the back of the room where she's playing with one of the other actor's dogs.

"No thanks," Bill says immediately.

"You can come by, I'll get some wine, we can loosen up."

"No," he says again.

"We need to rehearse," she continues, "We need to practice."

"I've had enough practice."

And thankfully one of the make up artists--tiger makes a note to give her a big hug after--one of the make up artists sees every single hair on Bill's neck stand up.

"Bill, sorry--can you stop talking? It's getting the make up caught in the creases and making it hard to remove," she says kindly. Bill gives her a wide smile.

"Sure, sorry," he says softly.

And that's the end of that.

But like, look. It's plain as day. Bill is chainsmoking. He didn't sleep that night, he just rants and rants at how repulsed he is, and how much he's dreading the next 1.5 weeks worth of scenes. Tiger does her best to distract him--keeps his whisky glass full, hell she even gets him in the sauna and sucks his soul out from his dick just to try and get his mind off it. But the sun rises the next morning as much as we sometimes wish it wouldn't, and Bill has to go to work.

I'll be waiting for you in your trailer bud," tiger says reassuringly, "Remember, you can take as many breaks as you need."

But y'know, here's the thing. Bill is getting through it, because he's a goddamned professional. Is he having fun? No. Does he hate every second of it? Yes. But it's not that. It doesn't take him long to figure out that this girl...she's purposely fucking up the scenes, just so they have to do them again. And again. And again. The scene where he has to push her up again a wall, rip her shirt open, and kiss the hell out of her? Somehow, that scene took the entire day to shoot. 57 takes.

The actual sex scene, him on top of her, both of them wearing nothing but tiny little pasties? Somehow, that took two entire days to shoot. More than 100 takes.

On any set that Bill has been on, things like that could usually be shot in anywhere from 4-6 takes--maybe half a day, depending on lighting and equipment needs.

Bill was livid. He drew the line initially and demanded a closed set, after she brought her entire entourage to watch that day. It took a lot of negotiating, but Bill wasn't budging on it.

And every single day that Bill went to set and have to film that, when he'd get home--man, he took it out on tiger. The poor girl was ravaged. Bill just needed her, needed to completely wreck her, just to get the taste and feel and everything of that other pain in the ass as far away from him as possible.

But y'know, Bill's mind is a cruel place.

And maybe its triggered by something small. He has a long day on set so tiger goes shopping, and when he comes back to his rented apartment she has some stuff strewn everywhere and Bill spots a shirt on the bed. His blood boils.

"What the fuck is this?" he marches over to it, holding it up.

"It's....my new shirt?" tiger says cautiously, "I thought it was cute."

"Get rid of it tiger," he snaps. He grabs his lighter from his pocket, flicking it open and holding it to the shirt.

"Okay whoa," tiger jumps, grabbing the shirt from him, "Easy bud. What's going on."

"She has this shirt," he seethes, "I don't ever want to see it on you."

"Ah," tiger says, "Right. You won't see it again bud."

"Promise?" he puts the lighter away.

"Promise.

But it's enough to just...kickstart some part of Bill's brain that should have stayed dormant. And that night, he drifts off to sleep with tiger in his arms and his thumb in her mouth--except he dreams of her. And it's ~spicy~. A stupid ass, unreasonable sex dream that felt really good. Amazing sex, actually, and from the noises he was making tiger wasn't sure if he was in pain or having the time of his life but the piece of plywood digging in to her back gave her a small inclination.

That is, until he woke up and all but shoved her away with enough force that she almost went tumbling off the bed.

"Bill!" she shrieked, but he was already scratching at his skin and lightly smacking his own face.

"No no no no no," he muttered, "No no no god fuck no."

"Bud?"

His eyes snap to hers and they're wild, pupils huge, his hair sticking up all over the place and his chest heaving.

"You," he says, out of breath, "Here. Now."

"What--"

"Now."

And tiger doesn't have time to do anything before two long arms wrap around her waist and haul her up with force, slamming her into his chest.

"Fuck me," he growls into her neck.

"What?" tiger's still trying to get her wits about her because a second ago she was asleep and comfy and now this wild ass enraged beast has his hands all over her and she can't quite keep up.

A hard spank lands on her ass and she squeals a little, but then he has his fist balled in her hair and his teeth biting at her neck.

"Fuck me," he growls again, "Fuck me into next fucking week."

"Bill, what the hell is going--"

But then suddenly she's in the air, and then she's pinned under his body as he looms--big and scary and totally wild--above her.

"Tiger, I just had a dream about her," he snaps, "And now you need to get it the fuck out of my head so that I never have to see it again. So I'm only going to ask you one more time."

He yanks her head back, licking up her neck before biting down hard on her earlobe. His other hand cups her harshly through her panties and she gasps.

"Fuck me," he growls.

Tiger is all too happy to oblige.