#she’s all like “omf something’s wrong”

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your bindings are insane! dripping fingers and the secret language of plants series are my favourite fics of all time so seeing them in physical form made me lowkey emotional ngl

ahhhh thank u so much!!! it makes me emotional that it makes u emotional omg!!! but yes i think that’s exactly why this hobby is so rewarding it’s like this thing that i am so deeply connected to is in my hands bc i made it. i sewed her up and glued her together and tried to make her pretty and now she exists! physically exists! sorry that got weird but thank u for your comment!! it really means a lot:)

[sixosix]

heyooo!! can I request Izuku when his fingers accidentally brush against the readers??? And they grab his hand and he gets all flustered <333 sorry I just can’t get this scenario out of my head!! He’s so silly!! /pos

a/n omf i cant believe my izuku readers r still alive… i havent caught up in the manga since forever so if theres anything wrong, thats why LOL i missed izuku so much T__T, wc 1k

Izuku is guarding a terrible, terrible secret. One that he wouldn’t even admit if his classmates roped him into an intense game of Truth or Dare, unless drunk, probably. Which will never happen.

Class 1-A Dorms roars with laughter. Izuku swears he can feel the building shaking as the students occupying the vast space of the living room burst into another fit of cackles. The other building could probably hear it, and they’d get a noise complaint the next morning, from 1-B, no less.

They’re watching a movie. Comedy, perhaps; Izuku wasn’t paying much attention when they were picking, but he could pick up the clues of what the characters on screen are saying, his classmates jostling his shoulders as they giggle, and, of course, the same mp3 laugh track that plays for the rest of the film.

Izuku is tucked into the far corner of the couch, squished between Todoroki and Uraraka. Uraraka laughs with her whole body, her head thrown back as she claps in delight. Todoroki laughs once, a huff of amusement, just a curl of his lips.

And on the floor, nestled between where Izuku dutifully keeps his knees spread so as to not hurt, sits you—the whole reason why Izuku is struggling to focus on the movie in the first place.

He’s eternally grateful that keeping the lights dim while watching films is a thing, or else everyone would’ve long noticed his burning face. He looks like a strawberry, and feels like a strawberry left under the sun. Todoroki had cast him a glance, vague amusement playing on his stoic face. Izuku wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in there forever.

“Sorry, Izuku,” you say, loud enough to be heard over the film but quiet enough that it’s only shared between the two of you. He wills his legs not to jump up in surprise. “Can I just lay for a bit? I’m getting kinda sleepy.”

“No problem,” Izuku says after a beat, managing to not fuck up and stammer embarrassingly in front of you. Or should it be behind you?

You tilt your head upward, meeting his eyes. “Thank you.”

“Y-Yes. I mean, you’re welcome.” Dammit.

Izuku breathes a sigh of relief when your attention is promptly stolen by the laugh track, and Kaminari yelps a cackle.

He catches something from the corner of his eye, paling at the sight of a terrifying expression on Uraraka’s face. If devils had round eyes and rounder cheeks, smiling in a way that fits their nature, it would be a picture of evilness Uraraka is portraying at this moment.

He squints inquisitively at her.

Uraraka grins. “Your hand,” she whispers, then does something he can’t quite figure out.

Confused, Izuku shows her his hand, scars and all.

Uraraka looks unimpressed, and Izuku wilts. He can’t hear her properly, with the movie picking up pace and sound effects. Uraraka makes a grand demonstration of splaying her hand and resting it on the crown of her hair, then gestures wildly at your head. 

As soon as understanding dawns on Izuku, his face feels drained of blood, horrified. “No,” he mouths desperately. “No.” Again, for good measure.

“Yes,” she mouths back, taking matters into her own hands by quite literally taking his hand and moving to place it on your head. But he panics and jostles your hands resting on his lap instead.

Izuku pales. The characters in the movie shriek. “Sorry,” he squeaks out, then glares at Uraraka, who’s holding in her laughter.

He heaves a heavy breath when you cast him a curious glance.

“You—Sorry, I, my hand—No, I mean, I didn’t mean to do that,” he blurts uselessly, waving his arms around in a desperate attempt to hide his face, which is surely the same shade as anything red.

What the hell, his brain hisses. Izuku, you idiot, you’ve done it now.

He watches with bated breath as you take his hand instead of laughing at his face. He watches as you lace your fingers with his instead of seeing your face scrunch up in disgust. His heart flutters, threatening to fly off his chest and into the shared warmth of your hands.

Instead, he deflates like a red balloon, his mouth forming words that sound like nitpicking vowels from a series of keyboard smashes.

“I don’t mind,” you say. “Relax. I want you to hold me.”

It’s a little hard to relax when your words float around in his mind like a broken record.

Once the movie ends and the noise subsides, his classmates collectively keep their messes—namely, the thrown popcorn and spilled soda on the carpet—and return to their rooms. But Izuku can’t do that, not when he has a Y/N who is still resting against his lap.

He waves goodbye at Uraraka and Iida, the former making kissy faces and Iida solemnly sending him his prayers.

Izuku resigns himself to his fate, sighing softly. Well, despite everything, he likes the fact that you never once let go of his hand.

“I like your hands,” you say, as if answering his thoughts. Izuku jolts and can’t help it because he thought you were asleep.

“You… do?”

Izuku thinks his hands are ugly, scars running all the way to his shoulders like protruding veins. He hates seeing it.

“I do,” you say, squeezing it tenderly. “I’m glad it’s still together and working after all you’ve done to it. I like them.”

Izuku bites his bottom lip, harsh enough that it’s nearly drawing blood, lest he says something stupid like, ‘I like you’. He doesn’t, thankfully. Yet it’s there, on the tip of his tongue. If you asked him what’s on his mind, he would’ve said it.

But he guards his secret a little while longer and hopes that someday he’ll be able to share it with you.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, finding the courage to squeeze your hand. Much to his delight, you do it back and smile. He’s melting. “Can we, uhm, stay here for a bit?”

You laugh, rising from your position. Izuku nearly panics and holds you down because he doesn’t want to lose this moment just yet. But he finds himself stunned when you settle beside him and rest your head against his shoulder instead. “Sleep,” you say. “We’ll stay here for a bit.”

“O-Okay, yeah,” he whispers, reaching for your hand once more.

[rsanchezslut]

Bless us with all those sweet Rick x reader headcanons you hold

!! thank you sm for asking !! i'm not sure how many i have in such a broad sense, but here are some HCs i usually apply when thinking abt a relationship w/ rick!!

xXx

-i always imagine you meet Rick through Beth somehow. In my head, it's usually though an exercise class of sorts (Zumba, bc my first R+M hyperfixation was when I was doing dance twice a week LOL), but I also really like the neighbors approach too (typical) because i think it's fun to think she starts inviting you over to have wine nights with her and you become really good friends!!

-I also love HCing Morty bonding with you too!! Seeing the way you make his mom happy and pique Rick's interest in just the right way makes him literally. Want. to befriend you. He thinks you're cool and also genuinely NICE ASF which lowkey pisses Rick off for a bit but makes him all the more inclined to like, actually talk to you (bc he's jealous you won over Morty so easily<3)

-Rick definitely goes (a little) out of his way to impress you (eventually). not... overboard, because he's still Rick and his literal brand is not caring ofc, but... i do think he enjoys it, per se, esp season 5+ Rick who's a lot more considerate... when you seem interested in what he's doing and actually want to talk about it. Part of him is def still skeptical, but... it grows on him the closer you get emotionally ...

-Rick is surprisingly appreciative of acts of service!! Esp. things like cooking him food / doing laundry, and even more so if who you're helping is Beth, Morty or Summer!! I always think about you dropping off food for the family if Beth is working late, or helping summer w/ her homework... and i for sure see it as something Rick... notices and pays attention to.

-I LOVE RICK'S LITTLE COT in his room. it is so silly to me that he sleeps on that in HIS fucking DAY CLOTHES. So I think he gets all weird abt spending the night at your place. Maybe weird is the wrong word, but like. usually he's down to fuck and then just go home (or spend the night but not care abt the emotional significance of it and skip your morning together) and it's like. Lmaoooooo.

which I think for a while you're kinda cool w/ because... idk. It's not that serious? but the first time you actually have a real sleepover in your own space (and not an alien motel or his car) is genuinely so. intimate. and signifies and big change

-omf there was only one bed fic WHEN???? sharing a room fic WHEN?????

-but FUCKING IN HIS CAR HAS DEFINITELY HAPPENED absolutely. the way he had a little curtain when he was w/ daphne ... you have def used that curtain. and literally slept back there too.

-he has more dad/caring traits than he realizes. Sick? Sleep it off. Need a nap? Here's a bed. Always has everything you need on hand and is willing to give it to you <3

-he thinks it's hot when you fight with him and doesn't take you serious half of the time because of it

-when he doesn't smell like alcohol and oil he actually smells. so fucking good. Naturally sweet and kinda musky but in such a comforting sense!! u always know if he's been around somewhere in the house bc the scent lingers (or maybe youre just sensitive to him, who knows)

-one day we need to talk about his horrible possessive-ness streak when you actually manage to get close to him. Always talking abt how he doesn't care but really he's a HORRIBLE liar. coping mechanisms are 0/10 (tell me why he's surprised to find out you need to cope too LMFAO)

[shortstrawberry]

Hi hey omf I'm so glad you like my art and such cndmnd and even let me request stuff your writing is so amazing btw omf sorry this got me excited hahaha

But yeah yeah you said I can request anything and if it's cool for you to write abt my lil concept of Donna keeping MC's skull w her?? If it's not too much that is hahah I have the context for it in a reblog— Anyways yeah omf you're so cool ncmsns

For the readers, this is the art @knightlystargazer is referencing to. A wonderful and beautiful piece of work!

Also, ask and you shall receive, always!

Now some trigger warnings: Mildish Gore, violence, depiction of mental breakdown and obsession

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Donna felt the red from her vision clearing away. Still, she only saw red. It was on her clothes, her hands, even on her face. She was covered in red.

The florist knew something has went terribly wrong. The blood was pounding in her ears so loud that she didn't even hear the loud cackling of someone else in her shop. Instead, Donna helplessly stared at her hands, before finally looking down at what she has done.

There, underneath her lay you. The person Donna so dearly loved. Still loves. And you were covered in even more red than Donna. It was all over the floor, and all of it coming from the heart. The very same heart that Donna adored to hear the beat of. Just laying her head against your chest and listening to your heart like it's her own lullaby.

One, two, three, dear lord how many times did I ---?

Donna's hands began to tremble violently, her eyes filling with tears. Her face was so covered in red that anyone would think she was crying tears of blood. And maybe she was, as Donna let out a desperate wail of grief and loss.

The laughter sound of the intruder only got louder at the pained screams of Donna. The florist immediately whipped her face towards the cause of this whole tragedy. The damned monster who has taken away everything from her.

"You! You fucking bitch."

Donna snarled, making Mother Miranda laugh louder. Donna saw red again, but this time it was caused by her own love, and not some twisted spell this witch stabbed her with.

Donna lunged for the woman, her knife ready for taking Miranda's throat. Unlike Miranda who has her cult for protection, Donna has lived her whole life in a war for survival. It wasn't difficult for Donna to physically overpower Miranda.

Donna felt herself crack even more when Miranda just smiled to her face, even with a knife against her throat.

"Go ahead, take my head for all I care. But your so called dolcezza won't come back. Not for you, at least."

Tears burned in Donna's eyes. That's right, what's the use of bloodying her hands with this witch's blood? The timeline would be reset again, and Miranda will make sure that her dolcezza would never even look at her. No, just like the previous rounds, Donna would be a outsider. Trapped in her greenhouse with hemlock and oleanders. Watching everyone else take you away from her.

Donna pushed Miranda away with a frustrated scream, feeling her sanity slipping away like grains of fine sand through a sieve. It's over. It's all over for her. All her life, all Donna has done is to make sure others are happy. Whether it be her sister, Angie, the Dimiterescu family and even this damned Miranda. The one time when she got someone that makes her happy, and it gets taken away.

"Why not spare me just this one round? Just one round?!"

Miranda this time didn't laugh at her. Instead she just looked at a crying Donna with what looks like borderline pity.

"You're just like me. You would have never let go either."

Donna cried harder, dropping to her knees beside her long gone dolcezza. She heard Miranda walking away, but she didn't care. She instead clutched at you, her fingers pressing down on the marks that she has left on the gentle body. Hoping against hope that blood would just stop flowing.

"You promised. You promised. You promised you'll never leave me!"

Donna looked around frantically, searching for something, anything that would keep you with her. Her eyes fell on a potted plant blooming Oleanders.

A flower that means captivating love. A love that is yours forever. A love that she wishes was hers forever.

A twisted smile formed on Donna's red face, knowing what she can do now to keep you with her, forever.

Sarai sempre mio, tesoro

You will always be mine, darling

[cheemken]

Oh that mental image of him breaking down and his Dragonite gently holding him until he's ready to hug back--crying in the club fr I wanna write this scene so much

Another personal hc that I have is definitely one that has a lot of self-projecting onto it. Mostly from the throw away line of 'my knees are creaking' and how the other E4s run to the end of the arena while he takes his sweet time. Couple that with lines on how he fell asleep and is always just resting at the club, a part of me likes to think that he's got some health issues. Maybe joint pain or something that causes chronic exhaustion.

Drayton isn't all too bad with his classes schoolwork wise but he fails primarily on his lack of attendance. Maybe it's partially from days where getting out of bed is hard, or when he can't pretend that everything's all fine and dandy. Sitting down often because standing or walking too long causes his knees to act up. Napping when he can cause he's just low-key tired all the time.

Perhaps he wouldn't have gotten the reputation of being lazy and a slacker if he just spoke up about it but no. He gives me the vibes of someone who dislikes pity, having a level of pride where he prefers to handle stuff on his own. He's got a system with his Pokemon where they help him on bad days. Shame that's how people saw him but it's not like he's making an effort to dispel it anyway. He'd hate it if those displeased looks turned to pity instead

But I'm also a sucker for days where he just can't summon up the energy to pretend around people, and while most just chalk it up to him being lazy again, maybe his friends can tell and help make things a little easier.

(Again, that's just my personal hc with a healthy dose of self projection. I just love putting him through situations haha)

Omf cndmcndm yeah yeah I get that I understand that that hit me right at home lmfaooo

No but, imagine if the reason behind that too is bc how grueling the training of Drayden was. Cause I also have this small hc that Iris really tried to keep up w Drayden's 10k push ups, sit ups, and squats during their training too (so she's a bit built thanks to that lmfao), but Drayton couldn't keep up w that, he tries but he couldn't, his body wasn't frail to say the least, but he wasn't built like Drayden or Iris, his body was a bit weaker compared to theirs, so when he tries, even when he did warm ups beforehand, it'd still leave his body quite sore

That plus the lil hc I have that he always waits for Iris to come back home most nights, so he stays up late most of the time too, making him tired the next day

But yeah, with his pride, he always refuse to get help, to the point he conditioned himself that there really is nothing wrong w him, but there is y'know, and sometimes he can't handle it anymore. There was once his body just needed rest that he didn't go to school at all, it resulted in his fam telling him if he's that lazy then he should just stop going to school and just help around the house, after all, he isn't trusted enough for the gym, wasn't motivated enough to do any kind of work, not even w school, so what's he gonna do

Anyways yeah, this I canon in my heart anon, just let the boy sleep in he deserves it

[causenessus]

HELLO!! okay lowkey i feel like we talk more through your inbox than we do in dms so im just gonna start ALWAYS talking here 🙂‍↕️ idk tumblr dms just don't work or something so GOOD AFTERNOON!! I HOPE YOURE GETTING A TON OF REST NESS bc tomorrow... we have to go back... sigh. and i have picture day tomorrow so i probably need to make myself look presentable ykwim?? 😞

but like about that friend i yapped about HIGHKEY SHE IS NOT IT YOURE RIGHT!!!! i think what makes it worse is whenever she thinks theres an issue between her and me and she goes to literally everyone but me about it to try to get other people to validate her?? FUNNIEST THING EVER because usually people side w me too pls 💔 like they'll defend me, and the people usually tell me when she starts yapping about it to them so like... just wondering why she feels the need to tell everyone in the world about what i apparently did wrong ⁉️ live laugh love i suppose... AND IF YOU EVER WANNA HEAR ABOUT STUFF THAT SHES DONE TO ME I LITERALLY HAVE STORIES FOR DAYS

ALSO!!!! IM SO EXCITED IM FINALLY GONNA GET MY DRIVER'S PERMIT AND START DRIVERS ED AAAA like ive been waiting for ages!!!! i had to like save up and stuff so it took a bit CAUSE WHY IS IT LIKE 400 DOLLARS IF YOU DONT TAKE IT THROUGH THE SCHOOL LIKE PLEASE 💔

its been days and the try again playlist is literally the only thing pulling me through... ness im forever grateful for the existence of this playlist‼️try again isnt even finished but like NESS i would marry it if i could i think i think about it even more than love notes omf 😭 i need yn as my therapist NOWWW!!! AND ADDING ONTO THAT, TONICS LOOKS SO AMAZING SO FAR OH MY GOD?? LIKE ALL THE DETAILS AND THE GRAPHIC DESIGN FOR ARTIST PROFILES AND EVERYTHING UGHH IM SO EXCITED

okay another thing, i think i told you about a phone vault before cause like my school was really talking it up... it was the stupid pocket thing on the wall. they're out there calling it a phone vault GOODBYE 😭 anyway ive given up on paying full attention in class and have reverted back to wearing and airpod in class so i can listen to music (the SOLE reason why i have airpods is bc they were a christmas gift i dont have enough money to buy those on my own 🫡)

ANYWAY I HOPE YOURE HAVING AN AMAZING DAY LOVE!! MAKE SURE YOU EAT, DRINK WATER, AND TAKE YOUR MEDS LATER!! <33 ILY

HELLO SAV!! AND PLEASE TALK WHEREVER U WANT!! I WILL RESPOND WHEREVER <3 and omg good luck with picture day!! 😭 literally those pics never turn out good like they PURPOSELY WANT ME TO LOOK BAD they're always like "no no!! push your hair out of your face behind your shoulder so we can really see how much of an egg you look like!!" but i'm wishing you the best of luck and that your picture turns out well 😔

and also HELLO??? I'M SO GLAD EVERYONE TAKES YOUR SIDE BC LIKE,, THAT'S JUST EMBARASSING FOR HER 😭 I HOPE SHE TAKES IT AS A SIGN AND REALIZES LIKE...maybe she's in the wrong...or maybe she should go to you and sort it out with you!! instead of just complaining about it to others!!

AND AA YAY GOOD FOR YOU!! it's def expensive but so so worth it in the end 😭😭 i remember for me (idk if every state does this!!) but i actually did my lessons when i was like 16 1/2 (for many reasons we won't get into 😔) but anyway!! in my state or at least at the drivers ed school i went to if you were that age they'd allow you to do this thing where basically they just threw all the information you'd learn over the course of the week (or however long all the drivers ed courses are) in one night crash course style!! and then u take the permit test at the end of it and then u get ur permit!! and although i felt a little behind everyone else bc i didn't start drivers ed immediately yk i was kind of glad i got it all done in one night!! and like you learn all the info and then IMMEDIATELY take a test on it so it was kind of easy!! but best of luck to u!! i hope it all goes well <3

AND AA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVE THE TRY AGAIN PLAYLIST!! i always listen to it in the morning when i'm still waking up and then will switch to the tonics playlist when i'm more awake LMAOO BUT YES!! DW i think now that i've gotten tonics intros out of the way i'm gonna work on try again while trying to outline tonics!!

BUT HELLO THE "PHONE VAULT" BUT BEING THE SHOE HANGER THING?? MAN THAT IS NOT A VAULT 😭 THE WAY SCHOOLS ARE OUT HERE COMING OUT WITH THE CRAZIEST NAMES EVER JUST SO THAT IT LIKE FITS THE AESTHETIC OF THEIR SCHOOL OR WHATEVER IS CRAZY but yes!! i think my wireless earbuds were also a christmas gift or something and then during this one play during high school that was literally the bane of my existence (and also simultaneously the best play i ever did) i NOT ONLY lost my earbuds but i ALSO bit my phone on accident and then broke the screen so like...i sacrificed blood sweat and tears for that play frfr (i also bled all over the set after cutting my finger on accident so i mean it...) so i had to buy myself another pair after that bc my mom was sick of me 😭😭 but they were like an off brand pair and tbh they're better than like samsung buds!! (what i have to use bc i'm not an apple user </3) so honestly it worked out in the end!!

BUT I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AS WELL!! THANK YOU SO MUCH SAV <3 HAVE A LOVELY DAY AND REST LOTS AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!

[zoropookie]

Of course it's not really a similar context and mine might sound more stupid but this reminds me how the only friend I had in middle school was this toxic girl who did many things which I'm not going to fully explain as it would take a long time but some examples could be like me always comforting her and trying to find solutions to her problems meanwhile for me she'd just go "omf that is so sad...." And just stay there doing nothing, not that I expected it but I'd expect better comfort yk it's middle school we are all emotional at the time. My parents divorced at that time and they had a lot of financial issues which meant I had to be more careful with my money but I'd be willing to buy her things for her if she had anything missing. Someone threw her items to the trash? I'd buy wet wipes for her with all my allowance before cleaning them for her. She doesn't have lunch money? I'd give her like 75% of my food etc. She would also get offended if I gave her any positive criticism. She then went on to leave me to befriend my bully (who literally pushed me out of our still moving school bus when the driver opened the door because I was left standing all the time) and told me she must have had a reason to do it. Then they spent the entirety of the last semester hanging out together before ALSO befriending the one girl I was starting to get along with. It's been like 4-5 years since we last saw each other since I won the high school exam and went to a good one and JUST RECENTLY she texted me again like she didn't ignore my attempts at to meet again all that time. Didn't bother replying even though I did feel bad. I just don't wanna get my hopes up again yk

Just ignore and forget about them, do what you think will make you feel better pookie. Never give into people who just do as they please with you or keep you around just to have fun for a while before finally completely breaking off everything with you. If they start hanging out without you and seem contempt without you or ghost you like that, then don't even give them time you'll be more heartbroken that way. Unless there's something like an obligation or something where you guys have to work together for something, idk, just leave them to their own thing. Don't tire yourself out like that

-🌻anon

i’m so sorry that happened to you anon, i know a lot of people aren’t really remorseful when they do stuff like that but rest assured you never did anything wrong. i’m sure that you are a delight to be around, and you are a very good person to tolerate it. never compare your worth to those who can’t see it anyway

those friends were all i had from 17-22 lmaoooo. i was a shithead and part of me understands why they didn’t fw me anymore, i’m due for some serious therapy. but i also don’t think that things should have left unsaid for such a long time. my peace with it is admitting it was probably my fault and that i should just move on, but i don’t think i’ll be able to let myself get close to people

[soleilnomoon]

hiiii i love ur works so much! it is sooo difficult to find good zoro fic writers here on tumblr. if it's fine, i really want to see u write an angsty jealousy fic inspired by zoro and tashigi's massive amount of scenes in punk hazard 😭 smth like the reader seeing zoro refuse to put tashigi down, seeing him get friendly and praise her despite having a "relationship" with the reader and bc its too much for her and sanji seems to be the only one unhappy abt zoro being so close to tashigi, she ended up depending on him and zoro gets jealous too but he cant verbalize his feelings and he doesnt know what he did wrong so they kinda fight then SOMETHING LIKE THAT OMF I SUCK AT DESCRIBING BUT PLEEEAAAASEEE IF ITS OKAY I LITERALLY BREATHE AND LIVE FOR U FICS 😭

omg thank you, i'm glad you like them!! also i love angst so i had fun writing this <3

1.3k words, fem reader, sfw-ish (a little suggestive but nothing wild), lots of angst bc i love it, zoro is dumb, sanji is just trying to help

you know, you know, you fucking know. there’s no need to worry, to let insecurities and negativity fester into something wholly unrecognizable, but it’s hard. too hard, in fact. if you were the sort to give up easily, this wouldn’t be much of a problem — but you’re not. you’re stubborn to a fault, a trait that zoro both admires and dislikes, and don’t see things clearly until you cool off. not necessarily a hot head, you’re more of a passionate person whose imagination gets the best of them when left alone for too long.

on one such occasion, you remind yourself that it’s not what you think, that your mind is being unkind to you again, that the situation is stressful enough that it’s making you unreasonable. but in the pit of your stomach, your fear gets the best of you; it makes you irritable, severe, and possibly a little impulsive. if the situation wasn’t so perilous, you wouldn’t even entertain the idea with working side-by-side with marines, but since luffy doesn’t have a problem, you suppose you shouldn’t either.

but you do. you really fucking do. and why? because of a clumsy, absolutely useless swordswoman who also happens to be a captain. you scoff at that, the navy’s standards are truly declining as the years go on. and there she goes, proving her uselessness by not being able to walk on her own two feet. if you were in a better mood, you would admire zoro’s initiative, his chivalry; but you’re not, so you don’t — nor do you feel you should; tashigi is a marine, after all. a poor excuse for a marine, but a marine nonetheless. 

you watch the two of them for so long, you almost forget that you’re also trying to evacuate with the others; you curse at yourself, at your silliness, at your weak-willed heart, and at zoro’s inability to read your mind. because he’s not quite adept at properly expressing himself, especially as it relates to his feelings for you, you constantly wonder. and while he more or less does demonstrate that affection through his actions, you still feel your blood boil at the sight of him being so gentle with her. a bile shoots to the back of your throat, but you refuse to let him — or anyone else, for that matter — see how affected you are.

so, you keep moving; keep fighting to prevent yourself from thinking about him — with her — besides, there are children to save.

one of the unique attributes of your crew, is that you’re all more or less on a similar wavelength, so when one person’s off, it’s noticeable. no matter how hard you try to keep it hidden, sanji sees right through you. as one of your closer friends, it’s almost impossible for him to not do that. you appreciate his candor after he saves you from a stray bullet, his hands gripping your shoulders as he shakes you repeatedly.

you’re aware that you need to be more focused, you know that one wrong move can not only lead to your downfall, but can also lead to the others being affected even more. you refuse to be that sort of burden on your crew mates. you frown, feeling a little foolish, shame making it nearly impossible to look zoro’s way. sensing your emotional distress, sanji sighs softly and puts out his cigarette. when he pulls you in for a hug, you let out a shaky breath, a few tears sliding down your flushed cheeks, lips pressed firmly together as you refuse to let your feelings overwhelm you.

once zoro was absolutely certain that tashigi wouldn’t fall over again, he looks for you. he saw how you watched him earlier, saw the way you refrained from yanking tashigi out of his arms, saw the way you retreated within yourself and doing that thing you like to do when you’re scared: shut him out.

not that he can talk, he’s quite the hypocrite in that regard.

if anyone else were hugging you, he’d be fine; but it isn’t just anyone else, now, is it? no, certainly not. confusion tinged with annoyance pushes him to pull sanji off of you roughly. startled by zoro’s sudden appearance, you watch, silent shock etched onto your face, as he mouths off at the cook. sanji eyes him critically and reminds zoro that he had his hands all over tashigi — the accusation is what makes zoro shove the other man out of his way.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about, so shut it,” he says gruffly, large hand wrapped around your bicep and tugging you along with him — to go somewhere, to not be in that shitty cook’s presence.

“zoro, wait, damn it,” you pinch his arm, which isn’t enough to stop him, but he does slow down.

dark brow twitching, the corners of his mouth turn downwards, “what?”

you almost laugh at that, but refrain. he is so incredibly…thick-headed. which you tell him from time to time and you decide that this is the perfect moment to remind him of that. for some reason, those words set him off; you have so many rules and stipulations, that he can’t keep up with them all. in the midst of the argument, where you’ve finally reached the point of no return, you mention, blithely, that tashigi seemed fine once everything was over. your arms are crossed against your chest, your mouth pursed as you wait for whatever excuse he’s going to concoct — even though you know he’s an honest person through and through.

your words floor him; he barely tolerates the sight of tashigi, let alone finding enjoyment for touching her for that long? you must have lost your mind. that’s the only conclusion he’s come to.

“what the hell would i see in her anyway? she’s so damn annoying, i can’t stand her.” and while you should accept his words as truth, you can’t; you can’t, you can’t, you can’t.

“don’t lie to me, i know what i saw.”

it’s childish, you know that; you know that you should let up, that you should listen to him and keep your mouth shut, but your body is on fire, you have to get that energy out somehow.

because you’re being impossibly you right now, all zoro can do is close his eye, inhale deeply through his nose, and remind himself that he needs to stay calm somehow. your mind berates you as you chew on your bottom lip, waiting for him to say something; the longer you sit with those words, the worse you feel. you shouldn’t have said them. you know he’s telling the truth, but it’s too late, you’re unable to take it back. 

you have to see it through, now, no matter how complicated things get afterward.

before you’re able to verbalize that, before you’re able to just ask him for a chance to sort of pause, he opens his eye, an unreadable look briefly crossing his face before he grabs the back of your neck to hold you still.

“how many damn times,” he says while leaning forward, lips brushing against yours, leaving behind a bruising kiss, one that makes you look at him wildly. “do i need to say it?” you know what he’s referring to, but since you’re feeling difficult, you just kiss him again. not wanting to hear about it or speak about it anymore. your kisses are hard and messy, but it suits you — suits the situation you’ve found yourself in.

you know this isn’t exactly the best place for this sort of behavior, but whenever you’re around him, you don’t quite think as logically as you should. it’s another trait of yours that he admires and is actively annoyed by, although if anyone were to ask your opinion, you’ll say that he’s never been annoyed by it at all. that he covertly likes it and can’t bring himself to admit it. it’s the only thing that makes sense to you.

[moonchildstyles]

Angel is soooo so so in love with her man. Like he ain’t even do nothing bruh he just be laying there in his bed with her and she’s all over him just 😚😚😚 kissing kissing kissingggggg him and it gets even worse cus it would make him smile and so his dimple shows and UGH she can’t control her self so so so so soooooo many kisses placed on his dimple and he’s like “what ya doin to me little girl?” And shes “I” kiss “just” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “soooo so so so” kiss kiss kiss “much” kiss and he’s thriving. And it gets to the point where she’s so wrapped around him trying to pull her self closer to him that not even one part of her body is touching the mattress anymore like she’s fully laying on him as her mattress ksksjajajw but he’s never been happier, just holding her and brushing her hair back after she buried her face in his neck. But she starts getting a little whiny and soooo so so restless. Like can’t hold still in one position for more then 30 seconds. And finally he’s like “what’s wrong Angel?” And she’s just “hmmp :((“ sooooo pouty and soooooo whiney and “can’t get close enough. Want you closer” and he laughs cus “baby you’re literally laying on top of me right now?” And she’s tugging on him trying to pull him impossibly closer and “s’ not enough:((“ and he runs his thumb over her pouty bottom lip and “put that away hm? Don’t like seeing ya sad” and shes “but daddy” soooooooo so so whiny and hes fuck like that instantly made him 🧱 and gave him an idea too so he’s like “wanna try something?” And shes “hm?” And hes “remember on our trip? On the balcony?” And shes “yeah but…I’m too sleepy tonight :(“ and hes “no no,” kissing her head “don’t wanna fuck you while you’re sleepy silly” and now shes 🤨 confused and “oh. What do you mean then?” And he’s “remember, when I just stayed in you? Didn’t move?” and she’s Instantly nodding her head, knowing where he’s going with this “yes, yes please I wanna do that please please daddy can we do that.” And hes 😭 course we can my sweet girl and it’s just so so soooooo soft and she stays laying on him and it’s just so :( sweet and cuddly and :((( she’s satisfied with how close they are now :( and he’s just being so sweet on her :( kissing her head and playing with her hair and rubbing her back so much that she just can’t help but fall asleep :( with him still in her 😭😭

STOOOPPPPP:( she really does love him sosososoos much I can def see her just kissing all over his face one night just because she loves him so much and the need to cuddle him is so strong and mushy that shes all over him but its just not enough so she gets a bit whiny and pouty and h thinks shes so cute but hes holding her steady for a moment to keep her from squirming and "whats wrong hm? can't get comfortable" and shes like no:( not close enough:( and he smiles at her like baby youre literally laying on me wdym????? and she jsut shakes her head and nooooo its not enough:( all pouty and hes running his thumb over her lip and pushing it back and "put that away angel no need to pout over this okay?" and the "but daddy" she gives him literally sets him off bc oh....Oh......OH!!!!! and shes just still so squirmy and now hes probably not helping much w how hard hes getting but omf ur right it would take him back to being on the terrace in Barcelona and "remember on the last day ov our holiday honey? on the balcony?" and shes looking at him like not tonight h:( too tired:( and he just kisses her like ofc not tonight sweetheart but remember when we cuddled afterward and you kept me warm? kept me inside for a little and the way her eyes get big and omg!!! yes!!! can we do that???? daddy thats perfect!!!!!! and ofc hes all kissing her and laughing w her before hes tugging down his pants and pushing her panties to the side and tucking himself inside and the way she sighs and finally relaxes into him its sooooo perfect like he wouldn't have it any other way and hes just talking to her an petting her hair and shes telling him how much better she feels now before shes just out w his cock inside :(

[thebmatt]

Old Man Franks

I wanted to tell you all the history of the character of Old Man Franks

He started out as a voice I’d use when I called in to one of my favorite podcasts, Extralife Radio. The first time I did it, I called their voicemail line and pretended to be an old man that would try to do a promo for the show, but get the name wrong a few times (each time referencing another meme within the show itself) and end it with “awww durnit!” 

I realized as I was starting the recording that I didn’t have a name in mind. Franks was the first thing that popped into my head.

The hosts loved it and so I kept doing it. Every week I’d call and leave a voice memo with SOMETHING. Sometimes I’d sing songs, sometimes I’d make fun of something a host said, all kinds of things. It got somewhat popular. I expanded to occasionally playing the character on a few of the main hosts other shows as well.

Eventually, during World of Warcraft’s burning crusade expansion, he decides to form a WoW fanguild. Since my own guild at the time was...somewhat dead, I moved an alt over there, under the name Oldmanfranks. I think it was a tauren druid. Not really a lore appropriate name, heh. 

That guild soon very quickly became my home in the game. I tried checking in on my old server to see if anyone was ever coming back, no one did. Eventually I moved my main and a couple other alts over and that was it. I was part of this community forever. 

Eventually, I moved the name over to my warlock alt, and changed him to an undead and thus the canon character of Old Man Franks was born. Over time I refined his backstory to be essentially what he tells to Y’shtola in Prompt 17. With the exception of most of Mists of Pandaria, I never play him as a main (because I preferred mage to warlock, and always ended up coming back to it), but he’s almost always been my most active alt. 

Anyway, during the time of Wrath of the Lich King, I reconnected with an old friend who eventually became my girlfriend, and it became very clear pretty fast to both of us that she was going to become my wife. So she joins the community and jokingly refers to herself as Old Lady Franks. She’s always thought this whole thing was great and was happy to join in on it. She even made an undead lady mage with the name, and we concocted backstories together. 

I jumped into FFXIV hardcore during the final 1-2 patches of Stormblood, and very quickly realized that it had a lot of what I’d been wanting from WoW that I felt had been lacking. This time around, I made Oldman Franks as my main, but he initially started life as a Roegadyn arcanist

However, though my WoW community that I’d been part of for years had a chapter in XIV that had existed since ARR, I opted to play with some other friends that I’d met in a twitch chat. 

I did make an alt in my original community though, Dahkar Darkspear. He was actually named after my troll mage main that I’d had since the days of Vanilla WoW. 

Initially their backstories were the same. They both originated in Azeroth, jumped through a weird portal that put them into another universe, and said universe altered their forms because undead and trolls didn’t exist there (this was before I knew about the zombies in the Hildibrand questline)

However, one day I saw the two fantasia I got from ARR’s completion and the old Veteran’s rewards program in Dahkar’s inventory, so I challenged myself to change him to another race that I’d normally never consider playing and to see if I could last a month before changing him back. I ended up picking female Miqo’te. 

Aaaand I ended up liking that character a lot. Enough that I’m like “Welp, we’re gonna make another alt of her when the month is over and give her a backstory and then we’re just gonna make them all have a shared story, aren’t we?”

By this point I’d gotten pretty into reading stories from the FFXIV fic crowd, and I wanted to join in with creating my own headcanons.

Somewhere in there I also changed OMF to a highlander Hyur (and inadvertently made him look like a near-clone of Godbert Manderville), so together with Dahkar, the Miqo’te who I named Rheika, and a new Roegadyn character, this time a lady named Fearless WIllow, my own headcanon was born. 

All of the above screenshots are the first ones I have of each of my characters. Neat, eh?

Anyway, right now Dahkar doesn’t actually exist in-game, given that the character was fantasia’d to become Rheika. I would like to someday remake him, but I don’t have time to play another character through the MSQ, and my need to complete things would drive me to do so, so for now he’s a future plan, but still one that canonically exists in my writing. 

My wife, meanwhile, has drifted in and out of WoW, but hasn’t really had the drive to play FFXIV (she’s also been busy with a new job lately) but she’s still happy to bounce story ideas off of me, and the recent set of stories that I’ve done for Write 2021 were borne out of that effort (as was us FINALLY settling on the canon names of Aleister and Gwenefyr.) I sent prompt 20 to her after I posted it, and she called it “perfection”. Will she ever make the lovely Viera? I don’t know, but I do hope so, someday. 

Hope you all enjoyed reading this!

[renee-writer]

Without Remorse Chapter 2 Crash Meeting

AO3

He unpacks the last box and decides to go to the local restaurant. Cooking can wait until the next day. He locks the door, turns and , runs straight into the most beautiful lass he has ever seen.

“Ofh,”she grunts as his huge frame collides into hers.

“Iffrin! Crips, so sorry lass.” His hands come out to catch her. They accidentally glaze her breasts. He turns red and quickly moves them to her arms. “Sorry.” He mumbles.

She is breathless at the unexpected contact with his body then his hands. She lifts her eyes slowly up to his face. If she thought he had a good body, his face is breathtaking. His ruddy eyebrows go up when she stays silent. He opens his mouth to say more and her tongue is unlocked. “It is okay. Seems you are my neighbor unless you were visiting someone, a girlfriend?” Oh subtle Claire, she fusses at herself inside her head.

“Nae, nae girlfriend. I am your neighbor.” He goes to offer his hand and realizes they are still holding her arms. Bloody hell! “Omf,” he makes a Scottish noise of embarrassment and drops them, “Jamie Fraser.” He offers her his hand.

“Claire Beauchamp.” She takes it. “Nice to meet you Jamie.

“You to Claire. I am sorry it was with such a bang.” Her musical laughter drifts through the hall and straight into his heart.

“That is one way to put it. You were heading out Jamie?”

“Aye, unpacked the last box and was going to celebrate with dinner. You?”

“The same. Just didn’t feel like cooking tonight.”

“Get that.” He starts to shift around. “Ah, would you like to join me. It is the least I can do after knocking into you.” She hesitates. “I am harmless my faux paz not with standing.” She doesn’t doubt that. Her concern is the way her blood seems to race through her blood with his touch. Damn.

“I would love to dine with you Jamie.” Love to do more then that, she adds in her head. What exactly is wrong with her? If she wouldn’t sleep with her ex after two years, why is she thinking of doing it with a guy she has known not even ten minutes.

“Brilliant. Shall we go?” He actually offers his arm. Charmed, she places her arm through it.

“So, this is a gap year for you also?” she asks as she places a chip on her mouth.

“Aye. I know what I want to do. I will be going into the family business.”

“Which is?”

“Running Lallybroch.” His blue eyes shine as he talks about his home. “It is an old manor house, well over three hundred years old.” She whistles before taking a sip of the soda. He nods. “Aye, she is an old but grand lass. A small working farm and destination house. We host wedding receptions, weddings, anniversaries, birthday parties, all kinds of things. I will study business. How about you?”

He starts working on his burger as she answers. “I am not as sure. I have always thought about something in the healing arts but not sure if I want to be a nurse, midwife, tech, or what. Part of what this year is about, to figure that out.” She shrugs as she takes a bite of her own burger. They eat in silence for a few minutes.

“I think it is okay to not be sure. You are young.”

“I bet you are my age and you know.” He nods as he swallows.

“I was born into it. What do your parents do?”

“My dad is a salesman and my mum is well, a mum and wife. She has always been at home.”

“Laudable. No interest in sales, eh?”

She laughs again and he knows he can spend the rest of his life listening to it. His hand starts to shake and heart, pound. He places his shaking hands in his lap. “Oh no. Dad was always away. I saw the toil it took on my mum. I would never do that to someone I loved. Not,” she emphasis, “that I believe dad harmed mum and I on purpose. I just don’t want that life.”

“Understand. So it is just you three?”

“Yes what about you?”

“I have an older sister, Jenny. She just recently got engaged to my best mate Ian.”

“Oh, what do you think about that Jamie.” She leans closer and the urge to kiss those partly parted lips almost becomes to much.

“I was angry, at first, when they started dating but, now I see how happy he makes her and I am happy for them. Not, mind you, that I didn’t tell him that if he hurts her ever, I will tear his head clean off.”

“As your right as her brother.”

“To right. How about you Claire? Anyone making you happy?”

“You,” she almost says aloud. Thank the saints, she catches herself. He would think her crazy. “No, I am not currently dating anyone. I have an ex. We dated for a few years but, it just didn’t work. I loath a cheater.” She shrugs as she finishes the last of her crisps.

“Bloody.. err, sorry Claire. Men like that..”

“Yeah, how about you? Did you leave any broken hearts when you left?”

“There was a lass I dated for awhile. She was just not mature enough. I was ready to start my adult life and she was still stuck in teenage immaturity.”

She giggles. “And how old are you Mr. Fraser?”

He grins. “Eighteen and see your point but am trying to be more mature and she wasn’t.”

“Get it. Besides it probably better to start a gap year free. It is a bit of exploration, after all.” That sent thoughts to his head, thoughts of stuff he had yet to do but longed to with her. He blushes and is glad there in a booth where his erection wouldn’t be seen. She would think him a full on pervert if she knew what he was thinking.

“That it is.” He longs to ask how much exploring she has done but that would be totally inappropriate.

They finish up as he thinks thoughts to get his cock to go back down. He then walks her home.

“Thank you for dinner and nice company.” She says when they get to her door.

“I hope it made up for our crash meeting.”

“It did and them some. I had a wonderful time.”

“I am glad.” He wants to kiss her but is to shy or excited. He fears one kiss won’t be enough.

“Well, I will be here if you want me.”

Ah want, why did she use that word? It was all he could take. With a groan, he takes the few steps that bring her in front of him. He studies her amber eyes and sees the same war being fought in them. His eyes then drop to her lips. “Okay?” He wouldn’t if she didn’t want it. She nods before saying,

“Yes please.”

The please has his blood running hot through his veins. He licks his lips and drops his head down. He knows with the first taste that he would never want to kiss another. He also knows he was right. One would never be enough.

[cheemken]

BROOO IM LITERALLY GOING INSANE OVER YOUR OWL HOUSE AU

what do you think Cynthia’s role would be? I kinda imagine her to be sort of like the Lilith of the AU (specifically season 1 / emperors coven lilith). I think it’d be cool to see Cynthia utterly devoted to Diantha, but later on have a moment of question where she asks herself “is this the right thing?” But eventually her devotion to Diantha wins her over and Cynthia does her job lol

it’d be cool if Iris caused her questioning moment jdjshdw

BCKSBSMS THANK OMF I JUST REALLY LIKE THE THOUGHT OF DIA BEING LIKE BELOS SO YEAH HAHAHAH

And as for Cyn's role, she's like, one of the Coven Heads along w the other champs and two of Kalos' E4, so ofc she was already so so devoted to Diantha especially since they knew each other when they were younger, as Cyn was Augustine's friend back then. And ofc, Dia knew Cyn likes her, so it'd be easy to pull in Cynthia on her cause, especially since she also used Cynthia's grief over Augustine too

And ofc Cynthia was loyal ever since, she was such a good student in the Potions track when they were younger, so ofc, Dia appointed her as the head of the Potions Coven.

I really like the thought of being like Lilith tho fr ncmxnx she's one of the most loyal followers Diantha has, not once did she question Diantha's motives, her faith never wavered even if Diantha took her left eye, she stayed loyal to her even after she watched Diantha fail to recreate her brother from his own remains. Despite everything, Cynthia stayed w Diantha through it all.

And just jcmdnd ough imagine tho that yeah like you said Iris and Cynthia confrontation, probs another confrontation while Cynthia was out on a mission w Geeta to look for Titan's blood. She and Geeta got separated, and Cyn ended up finding Iris and her friends, also looking for Titan's blood, looking for the key. Cynthia attacked her ofc, they were just children, she was a powerful witch, they were no match for her. But she really underestimated them, the other five escaped while Iris was left face to face w Cynthia, and god Cyn just wants to kill her then and there and present her dead body to Diantha. Surely that'd be enough for Diantha to really be impressed w her

And just during the battle, Iris managed to land a hit on Cynthia, catching her off guard, her hair's a mess, got swept to the side and Iris saw that scar on her face. Iris stopped, but her guard was still up, Drayden's Palisman, Haxo, in her hands still, in case Cynthia was abt to attack her suddenly. But Cynthia didn't, instead, she hastily hid her left side again, before taking her own Palisman and charging back again too Iris.

Iris just blocks her attack and then just makes a comment abt Cynthia's scar, then Cyn sneered at her, "I failed a mission. Diantha was merciful, she didn't execute me, and it shows how she's such a benelovent empress. Something you aren't." She growled, pushing Iris to the ground, "and because of our last encounter, she almost killed me. All because of you. She was right, you humans will never be satisfied until blood is shed."

Iris blanched for a bit then shot back, "no, no, you're wrong! Diantha's treating you like shit! Why can't you see that?! She's hurting you!"

"this is merely punishment for my incompetence!"

"that's no excuse for her to hurt you!"

And Cynthia actually paused at that, no Iris was wrong, what Diantha did was right, Cynthia failed and her face, her eye, getting scarred was a suitable punishment. Tho, Iris took that chance, she created a smokebomb w the fire glyph, making a quick escape. Once Cynthia finally realized Iris was gone, she got pissed, screaming, she raged as she threw potions after potions everywhere in her hate. She didn't realized tears brimmed her eye until she fell down and saw the tears on the ground. She felt fear again, that fear of Diantha, that fear of being punished again. Her breathing became quick, visions blurry, she was clawing on the ground, her other hand was clutching her left eye, feeling those phantom pains again. She didn't know how much time has passed until Geeta found her, shaking her, "Cynthia, snap out of it."

"she's going to kill me.."

It took a bit, but Geeta realized what, or rather who, she's talking abt. "She won't. Do you really think she could do that? Are you questioning our empress?"

"no! No, of course not!" But her voice was shaking now too, she didn't wanna die

"then let's go. We already have what we came here for." She then showed Cynthia the key, broken with the Titan's blood dripping from the cracks, but there's still more within it. Of course. Geeta managed to find it. God she's really going to disappoint Diantha if she finds out, that she really ended up begging and bribing Geeta to never tell Diantha a word of what happened.

Tho, despite Geeta's promise, Diantha's still going to find out. After all, she has her precious Golden Guard watching over the Coven Heads during their missions.

[crispyjenkins]

Hi Crispy! I was just wondering how do you write characters with multiple pronouns (he/they, she/they)? I’m having trouble trying to vary them throughout my story but it just feels strained on my end. I only have my own experiences to go off of as a fledgling non-binary person and I can’t find any writing resources on the subject. It’s ok if you don’t have an answer I was just wondering!

hmmm that's am excellent question! and like most things, there isn't any one answer. (so of course my answer is heckin long rip)

my personal experience with varied pronouns is, for lack of a better word, varied (ﾟ◡ ���ღ) when i first started going by he/they (oh lord like six years ago??), I was one or the other for whole days or weeks, and i was going by two names also, so myself and others would associate they/them with one name and he/him with the other. truthfully, i've never written this dynamic

i rarely pass as masculine usually, and i've found in work environments it was so so much easier to have coworkers and customers use he/him because i want to be read as masculine first, if that makes sense? like i wish there was a masculine-they/them if that makes sense? (ღಥ◡ ಥღ)

i have only ever had one person in my life successfully bounce between he and they evenly for me, i honestly don't know how they made it look so effortless to just. use both in a conversation or when they're telling someone about me?

in the context of writing, i still struggle switching, say, obi-wan's pronouns to they/them when i normally write them with he/him? like i'm thinking specifically the agricorps obi, good lord i kept forgetting their pronouns and automatically writing masculine ones. and it was hard to correct in editing, because it. read really normal? it didn't actually stand out to me reading it back, i think largely because obi-wan already has masculine pronouns in canon. WHILE writing it though, blehhh it took me out of the groove a lot because i was constantly having to correct myself and then i'd worry about if i was being clear enough on who's who in a sentence, or with dialogue tags, and i relate to the struggle you're describing A Lot. (i'm writing an nb din right now where they also aren't sure of grogu's pronouns so it feels like a MESS of they/thems everywhere, but then i realised it would be a mess if they were all he/hims, too, i'm just more like. acclimatised to gendered pronouns and was way over thinking it)

now, i also had this problem in hunger 'verse, using Naberrie for obi-wan. it felt clunky and out of place and i was constantly correcting myself.

i guess what i'm getting at is that like 99% of the time, the clunky you feel while writing is because it's something you've never done before, and/or are worried about doing it "right" (or respectfully) , and/or are worried you're not making it clear enough.

i've written varied pronouns like you're describing only once, and i never posted it because i never finished it. i got caught up in worrying about if the readers would understand, if i needed to have an explanation in the notes, if other nb folx were gonna tell me i was doing it wrong

i'm all over the place in this answer omf, but my advice is this: there's no formula for how often you switch between he and they, she and they, etc., because every nb's ratio is different, if that makes sense. if your character doesn't lean any more to one side than the other, i sincerely don't think it matters how or when you change up their pronouns (except maybe not in the same sentence, unless in dialogue; jury's out on switching it up in the same paragraph, i think that's up to you!)

it'll be a little strange for readers, only because they've likely never read that before (lord knows i haven't 🥲) but it's a little strange for those reading a they/them character for the first time, too. it's just a new experience, and by the time the reader really gets into the story, they won't notice it

i don't believe in the "only write what you know" because fuck that, BUT using your own experiences as inspiration or a starting off point or as a learning tool is important too! i can't tell you how important it was for me to start writing obi-wan with hunger 'verse, because he was 22 and i was 22 and I needed that connection to really solidly and understand what i was wanting from him in everything else i wrote for him (as well as everyone else in star wars tbh)

so maybe that's a starting point for you? if you go by, or are wanting to go by varied pronouns, there's nothing stopping you from applying that to the character you're writing. when would YOU switch between them? how frequently? do other characters know or is it only in their internal dialogue/exposition?

your writing feels clunky and forced because you're writing it. when i'm unsure if something is clear enough or too confusing, i usually send it to my kid @theclonewarsbrokeme, and cannot recommend another set of eyes on your work enough. not even a full beta reader or anything, just someone else to look at it while you're writing, largely because, quite often, it reads just fine

[towerfandoms]

hI (its the anon that said both men & women in the khun are hot😳 especially the data vers of maschney omf-) bUT UH if u dun mind,,, could u maybe write a small scenario of like khun aa wif the reader & they're training etc. & like khun is so whipped so he randomly blurt out 'i wonder how our children will look like' which startled the reader & she yk, accidentally hurt herself,,, basically just fluff JSSJDJSJ also u earned another follower😔🤚💘💘💘💘

A/n: ok first of all thank you I LOVE YOU <333! second of all SO sorry for the late ass response. i have no excuse other than i’ve just been studying ew✋😔 but i miss khun and what better way to get back to the grind than khun bullying you

Our Children (Khun x reader)

Wc: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of Ro*chell.

It felt like you’ve been training for days though realistically it couldn’t have been more than 2 hours. Aguero wasn’t necessarily an evil man (well unless you’re roachell) but goddam was he a tough trainer. If you thought he’d go easy on you because you were his girlfriend then sorry to say but you were dead wrong.

By the time the sun went down you were wrecked. It hurt to even breathe let alone walk. You thought 5 hours of training was enough but your devilishly handsome boyfriend thought otherwise. You were tired and sweaty and just wanted to go have a shower and cuddle afterwards. So you said as much.

“I’m sorry but we still have to do platform training” he smirked. The bastard looked anything but sorry, chuckling at your pouting face. “Awh, don’t give me that look, we can cuddle and even watch one of your dumb romance anime’s later. But we have to be well trained for next week's test.”

“Ughhhhh, fine. But i’m choosing what we’re watching.”

“Of course, of course. Now the quicker we get this done the sooner we can get out of here.”

As much as you wanted to just collapse on the floor and die, the sweet thoughts of watching Kaguya-sama with your boyfriend was very enticing indeed. So you did as you were told and started jumping from platform to platform, gradually getting higher.

Unbeknownst to you, Khun was watching you from down below with adoring eyes. Despite how each jump was excruciating on your aching legs, you still jumped with the gracefulness as that of a cat. Your lovely legs almost gliding from each platform as you skillfully dodged any obstacles that came your way. To put it simply, you were captivating to watch. So enchanting in fact, that Aguero couldn’t help but think about nothing but you.

He appreciated how much you trusted him, enough so that you listened to everything he said without making a fuss. Well, except when it came to what you two were going to be watching that night… He had never felt this way about anyone before. Completely and utterly head over heels. Anything you said would instantly put a small smile on Khun‘s lips no matter how silly it was. That was one of his favourite things about you. He loved your ability to turn anything ordinary into something fun and memorable. Yes ladies and gentlemen, Aguero was completely whipped for you. Hell, he even helped you choose the correct answers for your stupid otome games. Even if you gushed about marrying 707 more than he’d like to hear.

Marriage. He began to imagine your wedding ceremony. You two had been dating for several years now. He wondered when would be the best time to propose. And what about after marriage? Then comes children….

You looked down to see what your sarcastic grandad of a boyfriend was doing and was surprised to see him watching you intently.

“What you thinking about, pretty boy?” you called out to him, still jumping because he’d give out otherwise.

“I wonder what our children will look like?” he blurted out.

That- that caught you off guard.

You didn’t even have time to process his words fully as you had lost your balance and slipped, causing you to fall all the way to the bottom.

You landed with a hard thud on your backside, injuring your head and tailbone.

You didn’t even notice the pain at first because like Khun, you too were a simp so his words just circled your mind.

“Shit, y/n! Are you ok???” Khun called out frantically, running over to where you lay.

“They’d be cute” you mumbled.

“What?” you heard him say, relief flooding his voice seeing that you weren’t too badly injured. Just shaken up.

“Our children. They’d be the prettiest ones in the tower” you replied, still in a daze from the shock, either from his words or the fall.

“Forget the children!” the blue hair male snapped and sighed in exasperation, rubbing his temples. However he couldn’t say he was surprised by your antics, “Just see if you can sit up and tell me where it hurts”

He kneeled down beside you and gently helped you sit up. Then ever so carefully, checked your head and backside to make sure there was no serious damage done. Satisfied that you were all right, he wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder while you burrowed into his chest.

“Be more careful next time” his words muffled by your shoulder.

“Um, excuse me!” you cried indignantly, lifting your head up to look at his oh so angelic face. “You were the one distracting me. When you blurt our random things like that it’s only natural i’d fall”

Aguero let out a small laugh as you huffed and crossed your arms in mock pout.

“But weren’t you the one that asked? Besides you didn’t answer the question properly. Obviously they’d be cute, i’m the father.”

“Not if 707 comes into my life.” you replied, smiling innocently up at him.

“Oh come on, i thought we were going to have a moment y/n,” now it was Khuns turn to be pouty.

You laughed at your boyfriends cuteness and poked his cheek.

“Awh i’m only kidding.” you said kissing his nose. “Anyways I remember you promising to watch my romance animes with me”

“I remember promising no such thing”

“KHUN! Don’t do that to me. Come on pleaseeee.” you implored, giving him puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately for Khun, he was a simp. He could not say no to them.

“Ughh fine,”eventually giving in. ”Only cuz you’re injured though. But first let’s go take a shower.”

“Together?”

“If you want” he replied, smirking a bit.

“Woah, before marriage too. Jesus did not die for this”

“How do you always manage to ruin the moment” Khun sighed, dramatically placing a hand on his forehead.

You giggled at his theatrics and grabbed Khuns arm.

“Come on let’s go get washed quick. I want to watch Maid-sama” With that you got up, injuries quickly forgotten and raced ouir of the room, half dragging a very startled Khun by the arm.

“Please not Maid-sama. We’ve watched that 5 times already.” he groaned after you, replacing his arm with his hand.

You said nothing and simply giggled again as you ran to the showers.

a/n part 2: ok so there was a lot of references to romance animes but i watched devilman crybaby again and i needed to heal. and yeah i know i always ramble way too much at the end but i just feel like ending it anywhere else would be too sudden. and i just have a kink for annoyinh khun. but i hope you enjoyed this and count arguing with khun as fluff.

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just us ~ kendall schmidt

word count: 1568

request?: yes

@chennyetomlinson​ “Can you do an imagine for the song like nobody’s around by big time rush and can it be either Kendall or Carlos”

description: when being the girlfriend of a boyband member starts to get a little overwhelming, your boyfriend shows you a way to forget everything else

pairing: kendall schmidt x female!reader

warnings: none really

based off of this song

if you’d like to check out my song prompt list thing that i’m doing click here!

masterlist

Nothing could ever prepare you for dating a famous person, let alone a famous boyband member.

Surprisingly, there were actually quite a few online articles and chatrooms that talked about being a normal person dating a celebrity. At first, you thought they’d be enough to help. You wondered if dating Kendall would really be that bad. He hadn’t really been too big since the Big Time Rush show ended. Sure, there would be fans asking him for pictures and autographs when you two were out together, but it couldn’t possibly be that bad.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

The reaction from the fans was very mixed, as expected. Some fans were very supportive, some were...less than supportive. It got to a point where you had to privatize your social media accounts so that fans would stop coming to your pictures and sending you harassing comments, and Kendall would have to turn off the comments on his Instagram whenever he posted pictures of the two of you.

As for paparazzi, it was almost as if they waited for Kendall to get a girlfriend to start following him and taking pictures. He even admitted that he had never had so many paparazzi pictures taken of him before you two had announced publicly that you were together, even when he was in the band. It made going out together much harder to do, and it made you not want to go out ever.

However, Kendall managed to convince you on different occasions. One of these occasions was a carnival that was in town, one of the only real sort of dates than you two had.

“Relax,” Kendall told you, taking your hand when he noticed how tense you were. “It’s okay, there’s a crowd of people here. No one is going to get any pictures of us, unless it’s fans.”

“It’s hard to relax when I’ve been here before,” you told him, looking over your shoulder for the familiar sight of someone crouched in the distance with a camera up, ready to snap a picture of you two. “We just can’t have a normal date out in public without some form of interruption.”

“Hey.” Kendall stopped, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to look at him. “Look at me. Don’t worry about it, okay baby? You can’t let this fear rule your life, or our relationship. It happened to me when the guys and I were still together as a band and it absolutely ruined my life. I won’t let that happen to you.”

You sighed. “Yeah, I know you’re right. I’m just new to all of this, and I’ve been thrust into it so suddenly.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry that you have been.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not your fault, babe. And honestly, I’d never exchange what I have with you for anything. It’s just...a lot to get used to.”

Kendall gave you a sad smile and wrapped his arms around you. You breathed in the familiar smell of his cologne, feeling safe and secure in his arms. You knew he was right, you couldn't let this fear control your life. Of course it was going to take some time to get over looking over your shoulder and the fear of going out in public, but you were going to try.

The rest of the day went by without a hitch. It was such a beautiful day, you were glad you took Kendall up on the idea of going out. If you had missed such a nice day, you would’ve been kicking yourself for a long time.

Kendall insisted on playing almost every carnival game in order to win you something. It took him nearly an hour and way more money than you would've liked, but he won you a big stuffed teddy bear and a smaller unicorn. He treated you to some carnival food, which resulted in you refusing to go on any of the rides because you were terrified that you’d throw up what you had eaten.

As the day was starting to come to an end, you and Kendall were stood together at the end of the boardwalk near the carnival, just watching the sun beginning to set. The carnival speakers were playing some upbeat, popular song, and you decided to start swaying to the beat, eventually melting into a goofy dance while Kendall watched and laughed. He wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you for a kiss, and you honestly could not feel happier.

You arrived back to his place past dark, still living in the happiness you had been feeling all day.

“I have no idea what I’m going to do with this,” you told him, gesturing to the giant teddy bear you had been carrying all day.

“You can cuddle it when I’m not home and pretend it’s me. I’ll coat it in my cologne before I have to leave so it’ll smell like me till I get back.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Okay, maybe don’t coat it. You smell good, but if you ruin my bear with too much cologne I’ll be very upset.”

Kendall laughed at your comment and continued to his kitchen to grab you both a snack. You placed your two stuffed toys at the end of the couch and collapsed onto the love seat. You decided to check Twitter to see if there was anything interesting happening in the world.

Big mistake.

Upon logging into your Twitter account, the first thing you saw was your mentions blowing up. This wasn’t too unusual, as even though your account was private it was still possible for people to tag you in their tweets. You weren’t going to pay any mind to it until you went into your mentions (mainly to get rid of the notifications from your phone) and found that they were all linked to an article from some media site, an article that was about you.

You knew it would be wrong to read the article. It was probably just some usual tabloid BS. But you couldn’t stop yourself as you clicked on the article, and you especially couldn’t stop yourself after reading the headline: “KENDALL SCHMIDT’S GIRLFRIEND LETS LOOSE AFTER A DAY AT THE CARNIVAL”.

Attached to the article was a video of you doing your goofy dance with Kendall at the end of your day, something that had happened not even an hour beforehand. The article talked about how you and Kendall had been spotted out together at the carnival, how Kendall had played the games to win you your stuffed toys, and how a fan had noticed you two together watching the sunset and had captured the video of you dancing. Your horror was furthered when you noticed what people were saying about the video.

“she honestly looks so stupid dancing like that, how is kendall into her?” “omf i’d never have the courage to look this stupid in public” “when @(yourtwittername) sees this she’s gonna go into hiding, I know I would”

You didn’t realize you were crying until Kendall came back into the room and was immediately at your side, asking you, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You didn’t have to respond, Kendall noticed your phone and all the tweets and took it from you. His eyes widened when he saw the article and he immediately locked your phone and put it as far away from you as possible.

“Baby, do not listen to any of those people,” he told you. “You were having a good time, don’t let those people bring you down.”

You shook your head. “That’s it, Kendall, I’m done. I’m never going out anymore. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be looking over my shoulder and always worrying that my every move is being watched. I can’t just be a stick in public because I’m afraid that every little move I’ll make will be captured and I’ll be made fun of. I just...can’t.”

You were full on sobbing when you looked away from Kendall, covering your face as you cried. You felt his hands on yours, lowering them from your face. He cupped your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Listen to me, okay (Y/N)?” he said. “I’m going to give you the advice I wish I had known much earlier on in my career: just be yourself. Don’t care what anyone else thinks, in fact act like nobody’s around. If you give in and you hide away then they win. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I’d hate to watch your light dim because of these awful vultures.”

Again, you knew Kendall was right. You couldn’t let the paparazzi and the mean fans win. You couldn’t live your whole life in fear. You intended to spend the rest of your life with Kendall, you couldn’t spend that time hidden away because you were afraid of the reaction of fans at the little things you loved to do.

Finally, you nodded and hugged Kendall tightly. He gave you a reassuring squeeze and you whispered, “Thank you so much.”

Kendall shook his head. “Don’t thank me, baby. Thank you for sticking around during all this.”

You pulled away to kiss Kendall. “I’ll always be here. Through everything, all the rude fans, all the paparazzi, all the rumors, everything. I’ll be here. I promise.”

[footballdaydream]

You and Trent had broken up a month ago, but you two still sending messages. One day his mother calls you because she doesn't know what to do bc he isn't feeling cause he thinks he is not doing enough on the team or something like this. Finally, you decide to go to his house. part two part two part two omf

Part 1

‘I need you’

You had read this message over and over again as you received it a few minutes ago. Ever since you last saw Trent, you’ve been in contact again almost every day however what you didn’t know was that your ex-boyfriend was struggling inside. He felt as though he was slowly letting everyone around him down, especially his team and his family as he didn’t play the way he used to. He made more mistakes in training as well as during a match which was sometimes very fatal however his teammates, Jürgen as well as his family encouraged him over and over again that this was only a phase and that everything would be back to normal very soon. Nevertheless, he didn’t feel like himself anymore which is why he had to message you.

“Where is he?”, you asked his mother, feeling like this was a déjà vu however this time it wasn’t her who contacted you which is why she looked at you surprised. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”, she asked you curiously, letting you inside the house. “Trent messaged me.", you told her, Dianne nodding her head as she told you he was in his room again. You hugged her slightly before you made your way upstairs, knocking on the door as you opened it. Trent, just like last time, sat on his bed, his eyes instantly focused on you as you entered his bedroom, a gentle smile on your lips as you walked over to him. “What’s wrong?”, you asked him as you sat down on the bed, immediately taking his hand in yours, trying your best to calm his nerves and that’s when he told you all about his worries. You absentmindedly caressed the back of his hand as you listened to everything he had to say.

“You’re letting no one down, Trent. Please don’t say such stupid things.”, you told him, making him look into your eyes. You put your free hand on his cheek, a slight smile on your lips as you couldn’t help but admire his eyes. “You know that your family will always be there for you. If you were that bad, Jürgen wouldn’t let you play and you’ve played every single match this season, haven’t you? So don’t say that. You’ll get better again soon. Don’t worry about it.”, you told him honestly. Trent knew you were right however he still felt bad for making a few mistakes during the last match which also helped the opponent to score a goal and even if Liverpool won, he still blamed himself for letting the other team score. “You need to get your mind off of things. Let’s go.”, you told him as you got up from his bed, his hand still in yours as you tried to pull him with you. “Where are we going?”, he asked you surprised as you shot him a little wink, guiding him down into his living room where the big pool table was set up. “You against me. May the best player win.”, you explained, handing him a stick as he looked at you. “I always beat you.”, he stated, making you nod your head. “Yeah true. But I practiced a little bit. I think I got better.”, you said, starting the game.

You were right, a little bit of distraction really helped Trent to relax again and not think about anything else. You two played a few rounds, his mother coming into the room sometimes to see you two laughing, making her miss the old times where you two were joint at the hip, Trent’s arms always around you as he kissed you softly.

“Thank you so much (Y/N).”, Trent told you as you two stood in front of your car. You told him that he didn’t have to worry about it, telling him that you would always be there for him. Trent wrapped his arms around your smaller frame as you did the same, putting your head on his chest as you felt his hands on your back, caressing it softly. “I miss you.”, he whispered into your hair, your eyes widening as you lifted your head and looked into his eyes. “I really miss you. Having you here with me made things a lot easier. Knowing that you were there when I got home from training or a match made me feel safe. It made me happy. Can’t we just try one more time? I want to show you how much you mean to me, show you just how much I love you.”, he told you honestly. It was the first time in a long while that you heard these three words exit his mouth, the butterflies immediately returning to your stomach as you looked up at him, your hand automatically on his cheek. “I love you too.”, you just said, making a bright smile appear on his lips as you couldn’t help but laugh. Trent’s hand came up to your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb until he slowly leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “Is this a yes? Will you be my girlfriend again?”, he asked you and without answering him, you crashed your lips on his, your eyes immediately closing as you poured all your emotions into the kiss, your hand on the back of his neck as you played with his hair. 

His mum was just walking through the hallway as she saw that the front door was open. Curiously she walked over to it, a bright smile on her lips as she saw you and Trent kissing in the driveway. “Kids these days.”, she says, laughing lightly as she went back to what she wanted to do.

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