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satrs · 1 year ago

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𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; how they apologize after an argument.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; NAGI SEISHIRO. ISAGI YOICHI. MICHAEL KAISER. NOEL NOA. gn!reader ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.1k

TAGS; established relationship. fluff. angst(?idk). hurt to comfort.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+(proplayers!)

NAGI SEISHIRO.

When the both of you argued, it was mostly because of his laziness. You knew that he would be exhausted after a game across the globe, but laying in bed for the whole following week? You missed him and wanted to spend time with him, but it seemed like he preferred his sleep over you, since he ignored your pleas.

Then, you thought, he could have his sleep. And the bed. For him alone.

He creeped through the dark and into the living room when he noticed you not next to him, moonlight illuminating your sleeping form, curled up on the couch.

"Y/N. Babe." He lightly shook you, only to be harshly swatted away by the back of your hand. "Leave me alone. You got the bed all for yourself now, screw off." Guilt filled his heart at your words, realizing his selfish acts.

He huffed as he suddenly plopped on top of you, your protest falling to deaf ears. "m' sorry. Don't wanna sleep without you. Anymore." You let out a frustrated groan because he not only stirred you from your sleep, but also put his whole weight on top of you. "I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow. m' sorry."

You sighed in defeat, your arms slowly sneaking around his back. You just couldn't be mad at him for any longer, a soft smile creeping up your lips. "It's alright." The lifted his head lightly at that, relief washing over him. "You can get off of me now."

He just grunted in disapproval, positioning himself comfortably with his arm and leg wrapped around you, laying in the crack of the couch. "Don't wanna. Too much of a pain."

You giggled, snuggling into his touch as you both drifted into sleep.

Seems like the bed would be empty tonight and the both of you would wake up with a cramp.

ISAGI YOICHI.

Sometimes, his personality from the field takes over when the both of you have a dispute.

"Yoichi, don't you think you're overworking yourself?" He looked at you,

"Don't come at me with your fucking nonsense. Your brain doesn't work correctly, does it? This is my job. My dream." he spat at you, words leaving you hurt and confused. He didn't have to look twice to realize what his words did to you, feet walking after you on their own accord as you packed up your bag, leaving the field.

"Wait, I didn't mean to-" You were too quick for his word to even reach your ear, so he began to jog after you at a fast pace, stopping you from walking any further by blocking your path.

You went to your left, not sparing him another glance, but he blocked you again, and as you went to your right he also did. It went back and forth until you eventually snapped, your hand reaching up to push him out of the way, only to be halted half way.

You looked up at him, tears threatening to escape you from his harsh words. "I'm so stupid. You're right, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm so sorry."

You broke from his grasp, taking his distracted form as a chance to slip right past him, walking off to the car. You cursed under your breath once you noticed that he had the keys, waiting for him to open the car.

Once he did, you stepped in with a frown adoring your darling features, the frown only deepening once he stepped into the driver's seat. He looked at you for a moment before starting the engine, hoping to get right with you.

"Burger or Pizza for tonight?"

It was silent, so silent that it made his heart sink as he stepped onto the gas. But then you broke the silence suddenly, causing him to spare you a quick glance, smiling to himself.

"Sushi."

MICHAEL KAISER.

His naive and overconfident persona really is the last straw for you sometimes. Did you love him? Yes, of course. But did you love how naive and self-centered he sometimes was? No, absolutely not.

"You're being unfair, Micha'. " You earned a pity laugh from him in return, turning on his feet to flee into the living room. "Unfair? It's not my problem that yoz can never read the room."

"Read the room?", you asked in disbelief, "What do you-" "To give me some fucking space. You're glued to my ass like damn gum. God, I hate how clingy you are, it's unbearable." You fell silent at his words, tears stinging your eyes as your lip began to wobble, lashline threatening to let the cascade fall.

His head snapped back into your direction once he heard a sniffle, feet halting with his face still twisted in an irritated expression, soon falling into a fit of worry as he noticed your trembling form.

He was quick to embrace you in a thight hug, your tears straining his clothes as he tried to pacify you, hand stroking your back as his head placed an apologetic kiss to your head. "Didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry."

You didn't respond, hand lifting to take his shirt into your fist as you tried to stop your tears from flooding. "I lied." You lifted your tear-strained face up at that to look at him. "I love when you're all over me. Makes me feel loved."

"But you said-" He hushed you with his finger to your lips, blue-rose tattoo visible. "I just say stuff." "Yeah, a lot of nonsense." The both of you giggled at that before his hands lifted your form up to throw you onto the bed, following soon after, cuddling up to your form.

NOEL NOA.

it was a very rare occasion for the both of you to get tangled into in argument, but today seemed to be the day.

"I'm telling you to stop babying your team Noa. You're not their father. You got your own life and family too, me!" His annoyed sigh didn't got unnoticed by you. "I just got home, can't we discuss this some other time? I'm really not in the mood for your bickering."

Before he could retreat his words you already let out a pity laugh, looking at him in disbelief. "Bickering, huh? Alright." He was right on your trail to the bedroom, trying to explain himself, only to be cut of by the door being slapped right into his face.

"Y/N. Open the door, please." A scoff from you could be heard from the other side. "Why should I? I'm just bickering, right?"

He sighed at your answer, twisting the doorknob, carefully peeking inside. He was met with you, sitting on the bed, with your arms crossed over your chest, expression just like a child that got their favourite candy taken.

Noa had to contain the small smile that threatened to creep up his features."I should've listened to you. I'm sorry." This was all it took for you to rise to your feet, walking up to the pro athlete before wrapping your arms around his neck, placing a kiss soft to his lips.

"You better be."

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #divider by @animatedglittergraphics n more #michael kaiser fluff #isagi fluff #nagi fluff #noel noa fluff #noel noa

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aithusarosekiller · 3 months ago

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HGIHIHIII U SEEM NICE AND ALSO COOL SO HIII :D

DO U HAVE ANY JEGULILY HCS?? I SAW U LIKED THEM IN ANOTHRR POST!!

HI HI HI HI I AM LITERALLY SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY I KEPT HAVING IDEAS THEN GETTING DISTRACTED AND AAAAAAAAA I AM HERE NOW!!!

Yes I absolutely doooooo, they are my babies and I will gladly share everything I think about them don't you even worry!

ALSO before anyone wastes time whining that jily is tagged here, there are literally jily hcs in the post and I always tag correctly so if it bothers you so much, go to settings and filter out the jegulily tag and then it's gone x

OKAY

- I love the idea that Regulus used family heirlooms in order to make promise rings for both of them because his ancestors would absolutely hate it and sometimes he feels like he has to prove that part of his past wrong and keep pushing back to remind himself that who he was brainwashed to be is NOT who he is. It it actually Lily who suggests reusing heirlooms to give them a new meaning as an idea and he decides to do it and use them as a way to promise to spend his life with them. He's a romantic, what can I say! (in fact, in the longfic I'm planning, Lily having the black signet ring is a recurring feature with quite a lot of weight!) despite Regulus being the one with the promise rings, it is Lily who proposes (it is ALWAYS Lily no matter who I ship her with) and then because they're all for equality in their relationship it's James who announces the wedding and asks Lily's parents and Sirius/Narcissa for permission to marry them. I just love married jegulily idk

- Regulily watch the most disturbing shows together in the middle of the night to the point where James has to go to bed early to miss them or he can't sleep. Eventually they convince him to stay downstairs and just listen to music in his earphones while laying across their laps but he refuses to watch the screen. During the day he's the biggest, toughest guy imaginable. Nothing can phase him at all. But after midnight? ABSOLUTELY NOT. He almost turns into a completely different person. It is not helped by the folk tales Fleamont told him as a kid to mess with him, not realising just how much they would stick with him in years to come.

- James cooks dinner, Lily makes dessert, Regulus cleans. You just know Lily makes the best apple pie with the lattice top and everything 🙏 James can do pretty much anything well, and Regulus is decent at both but doesn't really enjoy it so he does all the washing up because he likes the way it gives him time to stare into the water and think

- not much to this one but I love them being T4T4T SOOOOO much! They're the transest trio ever. They just are sorry, I know because I am trans so I'm allowed to spread it around wherever I want 🤷‍♂️

- Lily gets really warm and stressed under too much physical contact. If they're all cuddled together she'll be on the outside with Reg's face in her neck and one of James' hands on her waist but most of the time she'll only pick one of them to cuddle up to so she doesn't get overwhelmed. Regulus is always in the middle, he's touch starved to the point where refusing to hug him is like kicking a puppy

- In an au where their all raise Harry together, he's the biggest mummy's boy. There is NO way Lily isn't his favourite parent. It's always 'where's mum?' 'If mummy was here-' 'I miss mummy' she pretends to feel bad for them both but secretly loves it

- James falls asleep ANYWHERE. It's not rare at all to find him curled up on the floor while sorting laundry or snoozing in the passenger seat on a short drive. He's also a very deep sleeper, so they'll just give him a little kiss on the head, take a photo for the growing collection there saving for his 50th birthday, and cover him with a blanket.

- James and Lily go to concerts together. It's one of their favourite types of date. James and Regulus go to the cinema (Lily got them into films and they have never looked back some) and Regulus and Lily adore going to the theatre. They all like going to museums together.

- for their first anniversary, Peter got them a little orange tree that everyone expected Lily to care for the most bc she'd always been really good in jerbologj so they're all surprised when it becomes Regulus' little baby with only the best fertiliser and plant food that he forces James to get whenever he passes through Diagon.

- Every morning Reg and Lily sit and do the sudoku together

- Whenever James spends time out of the country, he'll bring back something nice for each of his friends and partners (it's his love language!) he puts so much thought into into each one that sometimes he'll dedicate an entire day of the trip to finding the perfect gift for each person

#jegulily #jegulus #starchaser #starsunflower #regulily #waterlily #stargazer #jily #cry about the tag in silence idc

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bluecookies02 · 2 years ago

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Teacher!Zhongli x Reader

/TRADING FAVORS/

cw: nsfw/mdni , power imbalance , mild dubcon , creampie , oral(m!receiving) , "Sir" and "Pretty Girl" are used a few times

word count: 4,5k

taglist for the teacher x student series: @kithewanderingme @rvisn @celestarvs @arraxthatsonjah @riarelyn @scaramoochie2657 @ll34hh @pussymode / idk why the rest wouldn't tag but i'll try in the comment section

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Everyone knows that Mr.Zhongli takes on offers from his students. If you're really desperate for your grade(example being the end of the semester) he'll make a deal that satisfies the both of you.

And that's perfectly fine, he's respectful, patient and never pushy. He won't ever be the one suggesting it, and you can always change your mind, maybe that's why nobody fired him yet.

He believes in exchanging favors, he reckons that it's the only way you make connections throughout your life. He offers extra tutoring if you actually want to prepare for his test but a man has needs and he doesn't mind taking advantage of lazy students that would be happy to find a way around studying.

So there you were, fidgeting around in his office, waiting for him to finish sorting some papers. Your friends reassured you countless times, just be straightforward and truthful and there won't be any problems.

You were desperate to keep your scholarship, and even with your hardest efforts, you couldn't seem to get an A in his class. Your dusted cheeks were a cue to him, and he already knew why you were there, sitting all pretty across his desk with your thighs pressed together, buttons on your shirt loose and your eyes peering at him, all doe and innocent.

"Ah, I see..." he mumbles, scanning over your scores on his computer.

"A high achiever If I may notice" he comments, a gentle smile directed at you. You nod, not really having the courage to say anything.

"No need to be shy, I understand...Scholarships are hard to keep, even getting one is a hassle" he tries to relax you, placing his glasses on the table. You clear your throat, urging yourself to speak up.

"Yes, uhm...I currently have 81%...I need at least 91 to keep it so that it totals correctly with my other classes...I was wondering if there was....anything that I'm able to do since all of the exams are over..." you try to smile but the nervousness just makes it awkward so you decide to look away.

"Mhmm...of course, now I don't usually have students ask for A's, I'd say that those would take a bit more effort this late into the semester...don't you think?" he muses, getting up from his chair.

Your heart is pounding against your ribcage, his large form coming dangerously close. You think about bailing and never showing your face again, but the damage has been done, your image is already compromised just from you sitting right here at this exact moment.

"Yeah...that would be alright" you nod, meeting his eyes. Zhongli's mind was racing, and keeping himself calm took great effort. You're delicious, soft and timid yet right here in front of him, something he never would suspect after teaching you this whole year. Usually, he can tell, or at least speculate about who'll be crawling to him at the end of the year. You? Never in a million years.

It was very obvious that you weren't used to dressing like that, and judging by the way you tried to seamlessly cover yourself let him know that you were quite uncomfortable.

"Do you maybe want to come around some other time?" he mused, taking your hand in his, inspecting it as your fingers shook from embarrassment.

"It's urgent, the documentation needs to be delivered by the end of the week" you mutter, swallowing a lump in your throat. He nods, moving away so that he could lock the door.

"I see that you're uneasy, how about this...." he thinks for a little sitting back in his chair.

"You may do whatever you want, anything you have in mind and I'll agree, and if I'm satisfied I'll up your grade....don't worry, I'm not greedy" Truth to be told, he sometimes is, but scaring you off is the last thing he wants to do, after all, you made him feel some kind of tension he hadn't felt for a long time. You're not aware of it, but you could just breathe against his lips and he would round your grade to a 100 in a heartbeat. Maybe he's sadistic, he thinks...was it because you were so hesitant compared to everyone else? Because you looked inexperienced and he wanted nothing less than to defile every surface of your being? He scolds himself for thinking about seeing you again after this. Maybe when all is said and done, he can suggest something else...no...he shouldn't, he already crossed enough lines and he can't put his job at risk any further. He should enjoy it now that the opportunity is laid out right in front of him.

Truthfully, it's not the job he cares about, would he call himself too nervous to be bold with you?

You caught his eye before, yet he never gave it much thought, but there was always a need clawing at him beneath the surface. He remembers the way your eyes would follow him around the classroom, drinking every word that left his mouth as your pen worked overtime to catch up with his sentences.

He got lost in thought, and as he snapped back to present, he saw you getting up from your chair. On shaky legs you made move for the door, double-checking if it was locked. With a slow, self-encouraging breath, you turned back to him.

Excitement bubbles in his chest, his cock stiffening as you approach him with unsure steps. You stood out because you were timid, so curse him for being the stereotypical pervert that gets off on that.

You are so close to him and he can feel your shaky breath on his face. Your fingers move to his shirt, steadying yourself while you tower above him, pressing your soft lips against his.

If you thought your heart was going to jump out of your chest before, goodness knows how fast it's thumping now. You feel lightheaded, but being pulled in his lap brings some sense of relief for a split second. His lips part, deepening the kiss.

You're overthinking still, what if your lips are too dry, what if your kisses are too messy, what if someone catches you...The last one is being pushed as far back to your mind as possible in order to keep you sane.

None of it seems to matter once his rough tongue scrapes against yours, causing your mouth to open wide to let him reach whatever he wants to taste. Low grunts get absorbed, echoing in your throat. Despite your pride, you feel yourself getting more and more aroused, calloused hands reaching to the back of your neck and holding you in place.

You feel the outline of his cock against your panties, twitching up whenever you suckle on his tongue, swallowing the spit pooling in your mouth. His other hand is secured tight around your waist, gently guiding your hips in rhythm with his small, held-back thrusts.

Boldly, you unbutton his shirt, struggling a bit since your eyes have been shut tight ever since you started kissing, peaking ever so often to check if he's enjoying himself. Sneaking your hands over his now exposed chest, you feel up the defined, warm figure under your fingertips. He's taking sharp breaths whenever you tickle over any particularly sensitive spot on his lower belly, his moans getting a tad louder.

The hand on your neck disappears, only for you to feel it trail down to your hips, finding purchase on them from each side. Zhongli is getting a bit impatient, his pants now uncomfortably tight and he hopes you'll do something soon, but at the same time he'd like to keep being engulfed by the warmth of your lewd mouth, sinful whines and pleas rolling off your wet tongue each time he bucks his hips into you.

Finally, he lets you go, watching as you gulp for air, eyes glossy and half-lidded. You hesitate to grab at his trousers, feeling up the large bulge that immediately throbs against your palm. His calloused hand rests atop of yours, guiding you to press harder. You adjust to sit on one of his thighs, your legs cramping from your previous position. Placing your hand back on him, you squeeze gently, eying the way he bites the inside of his cheek.

If you exclude the fact that he's your teacher, you'd probably rate this as one of the hottest affairs you ever had. Or maybe it was especially because he's your teacher...which you deep down know is the truth. You give him a knowing look, briefly tugging at the belt he was wearing.

He unbuckles it for you, unhooking the button underneath as well. He feels the warmth of your pussy on his thigh, imagining how it looks under the thin panties you're wearing. He'd guess that they're thin by how soaked they are, enough so that he can feel the wet spot on his pants.

His curious hands never left you, hiking up your skirt and stealing glances of your plum thighs, along with a few firm glides of his fingertips between your legs, never touching but always getting agonizingly close to where you began to crave him most.

He traces the outline of your panties, teasingly just tugging at the edges before resting them on top of the armrests, deciding that he has guided you enough.

"I know that all classes are long over, but I wouldn't mind if we up the pace of this, a man can only hold out so long" he suggests, flicking his eyes to his hard-on, like he wants to admit how uncharacteristically impatient he's getting, and the relief of having his belt undone didn't satiate him enough.

Truth be told, he wanted to fuck you a moment ago, right there in his lap, but he likes teasing himself, seeing for how long he can keep his cool before manhandling you around and taking what he wants. It wouldn't be the first time he surrendered to his needs, bending students over the desk and holding them down until he's all empty and milked dry, giving a few clicks on his computer after and leaving the room, letting them stay there, ruined, messy and all alone in his own office.

You heard those rumors too, and at this point, you'd rather take that over having any kind of control right now. You want to be told what to do, that's just how you always were... But if you look at this like just one more order, maybe differently formulated...but it's an order nonetheless. A request to be bold, tempting and pleasing all the same, in the ways you best knew.

Getting down on your knees, you tug at his boxers, regaining his attention. He helps you by raising his hips, letting his underwear and pants pool at his ankles.

Dear lord, the way he's sitting forces you to squeeze your legs together. He's looking down at you, praying on every exposed skin of your cleavage, his legs spread out confidently, muscular thighs flexing as cold breeze tickles the tip of his leaking cock.

Before you move to grasp it in your hands, you unbuttoned your shirt, letting it fall off your shoulders. Your nipples were already prominent against your thin shirt, but now that he sees everything, he has to grip on that armrest a bit tighter.

He can already see them covered in his seed, dripping between them and down your stomach, some landing on your collarbones as well. He wouldn't want to cum down your throat...you're too precious for that...but having your skin stained in his release seems much more appealing. By what logic he can't explain, but he's already squirming in his seat.

You search your brain for more things you could do before touching him, biting your bottom lip in thought.

"Mr. Zhongli, would you mind getting up?" you ask, resting your hand in your lap as he shuffles around, kicking his trousers off fully before sitting up from his chair.

With big doe eyes, you thank him, looking up at him. He's shameless, able to be as naked as the day he was born in such a public space. His hand comes down to grip at his cock, giving it a few slow tugs toward your lip, the comes trails below your chin, inching you closer, loosening your jaw with his fingers.

"Ohh...that's a precious sight indeed, what else are you able to show me?" he asks, tenderly rubbing his length across your cheek. You hum, letting him guide your head before you finally stick out your tongue, curiosity getting the better of you. You were shamefully eager to have a taste, placing the purpled head inside your warm mouth, suckling and swallowing around him, just to daringly look up at him.

His breath was ragged, words cut short when you slowly slid him down your throat. Your hands were balled into fists, nails imprinting moon-like crests into your palm. You struggled not to gag, fighting back tears while you bobbed your head.

"Shhh...look" he huffed, grabbing your hair, guiding you off of him. He held himself at the base, a large hand covering half of his dick. As you relaxed your mouth, he slowly thrusted inside, your lips bumping softly against his fist as he pumped himself in sync.

Your tongue was lolled out, your mouth filling up with spit, coating his dick thoroughly as strings of sticky saliva lubed up his fist. He's being considerate, and for some hell sent reason it makes you respect him and hate him at the same time.

The pretty sounds of your glucking throat leave him in a daze, ragged moans rushing past his lips. Your cheeks are so full, and he makes sure to prod the inside of them with his cock ever so often.

"Breathe..." he whispers, pulling out so that only the tip of his pulsing length is resting on your tongue. You do exactly that, closing your mouth around him to relieve the ache in your jaw.

He wipes his hand against your cheek before joining it to the one already tangled in your hair. You feel the eagerness in his touch, bracing yourself, you grab onto his thighs.

Pushing your head towards him, he slips to the back of your throat, keeping you there for a brief moment until you get used to him, swallowing your gags.

"There you go, such a pretty girl, look up..." he hums, rutting his hips. You fight the urge to cough, eyes teary as he slams into your throat, his navel pressing against your nose with every thrust. He tries to keep looking at you, yet he can't help but throw his head back, closing his eyes as he chases his pleasure. He zeroes in on the rhythm of his balls slapping against your chin, your weak arms pushing at him to no avail. He needs you to hold on a little longer though.

He stares at his ceiling briefly, his own moans spurring him on as well. He should feel guilty, shouldn't he? He ponders over that for a moment before he feels the knot in his lower stomach tightening, heat coiling through his muscles. Who cares if this makes him a terrible, gruesome man, if it was wrong it wouldn't make his dick so hard.

He looks back down to see you digging your nails into his thighs, and your eyes are filled with fear. You're starting to feel dizzy, vision blurring. You're trying to pull off but his hand keeps a stern grip on your head for a few long thrusts before he pulls out, fisting his cock. Deep grunts and groans buzz inside your head until he pulls your head a few inches back, aiming his release toward your naked breasts.

You watch hypnotized as he fucks into his fist, his strokes now short and fast-paced as his knees buckle.

"Hah....fuck..." and it dawns on you that you never heard this man curse, just as he paints your chest white in his seed. It suddenly reminds you who you're really doing this with.

He holds onto your head a bit tighter, trying to ground himself briefly. His eyes are many shades darker than earlier and you've been treated nicely long enough. It's not that you mind, and you don't know when but this stopped feeling like an exchange of favors, and more like a forbidden hookup. The shift in mood was evident, and even Zhongli doesn't seem too keen to keep his composure.

His cock is still stiff, jerking ever so often as your breath ghosts over his sensitive head.

He wipes his hand against his thigh, offering the other to you. Your calves ache from the position and he holds you up for a moment before pushing you back, hoisting you onto the table. You can still practically feel him in your throat, especially when he wraps his fingers around your neck, his hungry lips bruising yours.

His hand trails under your skirt, feeling the soaked fabric of your panties. Your face is flushed...you're not sure if he can feel the needy throbs of your clit against his fingertips, but he can for sure feel and hear the gasps coming from you, considering he's the one swallowing each and every one down.

He twirls the fabric in his hand, balling it together before pushing it to the side, exposing you.

Moving the hand from your neck, he lowers it against your hole, dipping only slightly to see just how much you're desperate.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he slowly slides one of his slender fingers inside, adding the second one with ease.

"There...How badly do you need that grade, show me?" your brain is mush, his voice eliciting constant shivers down your neck and spine, making your toes curl. This tone was new, voice raspy and rough.

You wrap both of your hands around his wrist, burying his fingers deeper, mewling when they start curling and prodding against the softness of your pussy.

"I thought you said we will do whatever I want" you protest, trying to call him out for being a liar.

"Is this not what you want?" he taunts, whispering in your ear.

"You want me to stop?" he questions, snaking his other hand under the small of your back for support before he starts slamming his palms into you, lewd slick sounds of your pussy against his hand filling the room. You feel like you can't catch a proper breath, each slap against your clit knocking the air out of your lungs with its intensity.

"No!" You moan, spreading your legs further apart until your thighs strain and the seams of your skirt loosen with painful ripping sounds.

"No?" he dares, gasping with you.

"This does feel good, doesn't it?" He can feel the burn in his shoulder, but he speeds up nonetheless, pulling out only to give a few filthy taps on your clit, spreading the slick from your cunt all over.

You slowly turn into a broken record, stuck on repeating syllables of his name, choked by incoherent whines and sniffles.

Your knuckles are turning white as you grip the table with great force, nails scraping against its edge.

"That's a pretty girl, it takes this little to rile you up huh?...No sweetheart don't cry...you can take it..." you feel overwhelmed, you're not even sure if you can cum from the sheer intensity of his thrusts, but it's so addicting and you welcome the water welling up in your eyes.

"I don't think I can cum like that Sir, please...Jesus....fuck" you whine, your legs tensing.

"You don't have to..." he encourages. "Just enjoy it until it's too much, yeah?" his considerate words are followed by a harsh slap against your pussy, making you jolt in his grasp.

You pull him close, burying your head in his shoulder, nodding.

He has to admit that his hand began to ache a while ago, and he can't feel his fingers anymore, the thrusts turning sloppy and mismatched in tempo as he tries to keep up the intensity.

You twist your fingers into his thick hair, desperate to anchor yourself. You're tearing up, your body shaking as it struggles to keep up with how good and bad everything feels at the same time.

He shows mercy soon, pulling out his fingers. You grip onto him tightly, feverishly grabbing at the strands of his hair.

"Please, I need-" you mumble, too embarrassed to articulate anything else, hoping that by some magic he'll read your mind.

His hands find purchase on your skirt, turning you around and guiding your ass against his dick.

"Is this what you're whining for? Or is it something else?" he asks, prodding the tip of it inside.

"I-" you start, trying to defend yourself, but the slow drag of his length stops you, stretching you so much you fear you might split in half. No...that's not it, it's not the sheer thickness of it that makes you tremble, it's the fact that when you turn around he's barely in yet and you already feel like you can't fit an inch further.

He felt big in your mouth but this is different.

"Gonna fuck you until you're spilling out sweetheart...and you're gonna come over here again if you want your silly little grade okay? And you're not going to tell anyone about it..." he threatens, grabbing handfuls of your ass and spreading your cheeks apart so that he can truly see how you're taking him in. He pulls out briefly only to spit in his hand, leathering his dick with a few sloppy strokes.

He pushes into your cunt with a punched-out moan rushing out of his mouth, "such a tight greedy pussy...listen to how nice it takes me..." he praises, giving sloppy thrusts to prove his point, the plapping noise urging him to grind into you harder.

He leans down, angling his hips so that his cock prods even deeper, his shaft finally disappearing fully.

Sneaking an arm under your belly, he slides his hand to cup your wet cunt. You want to respond to his previous threat, but you can't, every word of disagreement would be a blatant lie.

He twirls your clit with his fingers, pinching and flicking over it with each meaningful snap of his hips.

He stills, pressing his hips flush against your ass before pulling you up into his chest, turning your head to the side to distract you from the burn in your core, the change of position intruding in places he didn't press against a moment ago.

Your brows furrow, adjusting to the feeling. "Mr. Zhongli, it hurts, please-"

Grabbing a handful of your breasts, he pins you even closer, your arms flying up to hold onto his forearm.

His fingers are still circling your clit, easing the dull ache in your lower tummy.

"It'll feel better..." he whispers, moving the hand from your pussy and tugging at your wrinkled blouse.

Your eyes are half-lidded but you nod, dropping your arms to your sides for him to slide it off of you. You're breathing heavily, huffing with every minor tug of his dick, jolting ever so often when he sinks snugly against your cervix.

He spreads your legs with his feet, pushing you back down mercifully.

"I'm so nice to you... am I not" he grins, tugging on your hair once he starts fucking into you again.

You can't see it but his eyes are dark with lust like he was an animal locked up behind the bars with someone swaying a juicy piece of meat in front of his nose, and he was finally let out.

His hidden obsession with you was concerning, he wanted to beg and selfishly take you at the same time, and all you ever had to do was smile and nod at him to get him this whipped. He just couldn't understand how it slipped his attention.

He'll make you drunk off his cock, so much that you never want to look at anyone else ever again.

He sways between gentle adoration and toxic possessiveness he can't control, altering amongst sweet promises and hushed groans of claim over you whole.

Only now does he realize how badly he needed to do this, the laid-back facade crumbling over once he feels like he's close, the need to release so deep inside you until he's sure you'll end up knocked up with his kids. He knows he's thinking out loud, especially when you grind into him harder, ridden of last traces of sanity.

All other words are stuck in your throat, but the warm feeling in your belly fully agrees with him, eager to have him release inside you.

He's pounding ruthlessly, knocking you off your feet with each thrust, making the wooden floors creak under the two of you.

You gave up on holding onto the table, letting him hold you up by your hair and the hand that never stopped torturing your pussy, the same intense feeling you had when he fingered you present all over again, only this time you were closer, the ghost of an orgasm spreading through your muscles.

"Don't stop, please..." you whine, being pulled back against him so that he can dig his teeth at your pulse, leaving marks on your neck as he muffles his own screams.

Your toes curl, knees buckling when your high comes crashing in waves, the slaps on your clit sending your mind into a frenzy. You can feel the warm load spilling inside you, with a sharp thrust to your cervix, he makes sure he releases flush against it, fucking his cum in thoroughly.

Gasping for air, you hold onto each other, his hands wrapping possessively around you. Digging his nails into any part of your skin he can reach.

Once you can hold your own weight, he lowers you to the ground, pulling out of you. You hiss at the uncomfortable feeling, sitting up on the table to rest your sore legs.

Zhongli wipes the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, moving the hair out of his face.

You untangle the mess of your skirt and wiggle it back in place, inspecting the marks it left from biting into you for so long.

Shame settles in fast, and you can feel the tears stinging your eyes. How did you allow yourself to get to this point, you're not sure, but you feel nauseous once he adjusts himself within moments, sitting back down in his chair like nothing happened.

"Same time tomorrow Miss Y/N" and yeah, some of them get the nice, simple exchange, but you? You end up having to come to his office every day for the rest of that week, yet for some reason the habit picks up well after your grades are settled.

[A/N]: Hi! Thank you for reading and sorry for the wait! I just forgot how to exist for a second there but yeah, I hope you enjoyed 💕 once again minors do not interact w me even if you actually read this thank you <3

tip yar🍥

#extra credit series #genshin impact #genshin #zhongli x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader smut #rex lapis #genshin x reader smut #genshin x reader #teacher!zhongli

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haesunflower · 2 years ago

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Imagine zb1 is playing the mafia game;

Who dies first?

Who tries to save his own butt in the dumbest way possible, making him look sus?

Who's the smartest citizen?

Who ends up fake-crying first, down on his knees and swearing he's not part of the mafia?

Who's the one who just tags along with what the others say because he actually doesn't know how to play the game?

Who's the one with amazing acting skills that makes you believe that he's actually a citizen?

Who's the one who absolutely no one doubts because ✨baby✨?

Who's actually the doctor/detective(policeman? I can't remember how they actually call that role)/mafia?

Did the citizens win?

Sorry for this random ask, I just felt like it ajfkdndkd

this is funny let's do it (i love when svt plays this btw)

₊˚⊹♡.....zb1 plays the mafia game.....₊˚⊹♡

dies first: taerae (only bc they need someone to suspect and he doesn't convincingly put up much of a fight)

saves his own butt in the dumbest way possible, making him look sus: also taerae, which is why he was booted first

says something like "it's ricky i saw him draw the mafia role" and ricky is such a gaslighter he's like "lol no, maybe you're the mafia because it's round 1 and you're pointing fingers already". everyone believes ricky > taerae pls explain why

smartest citizen: gunwook

literally the only one with a braincell that wants to figure this out in a fair and just way. idk if it works but he can try!

fake-crying, down on his knees and swearing he's not part of the mafia: matthew

wants to prove so bad that he isn't the mafia, resorting to tears like he aint even smiling for this portion. "everyone I swEAR it's not me!". they're also telling him to stop begging on his knees, just get up damnit!

one who just tags along with what the others say because he actually doesn't know how to play the game: zhang hao

asks questions to hanbin the whole time, hoping he'll explain the mechanics. "wait hanbin, why is taerae dead again?", "hao hyung because we thought he was the mafia in round 1" "ohhhhh....."

makes you believe that he's a citizen: zhang hao

he's actually playing dumb. knows the damn game well enough to play everyone like a fiddle! everyone thinks it's his first time playing, so they don't question it. is literally mafia #1.

absolutely no one doubts because ✨baby✨: yujin

guess what, it's mafia #2.

policeman: ricky

so the role that taerae actually saw was policeman, not mafia. he's played mafia with hao once before so he's immediately suspicious as to why he's pretending not to know. Ricky checks hao’s identity so he knows the truth. but literally gets killed the round after taerae bc the doctor....

doctor: jiwoong

doesn't do his job correctly and only chooses saving yujin each night (that's what happens when you're the favorite child). bc of that ricky died and couldn’t share his findings that hao is the mafia.

Did the citizens win? no hao had them all fooled.

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merykitten · 6 months ago

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Have you seen the relationship charts with the dr characters? If so, I’m curious of how your oc’s relationship charts would look like 🤔

For ex: how is Umeko relationship with some of the different dr casts?

(If you don’t know what I’m talking about, search up “danganronpa relationship charts” idk if I explained it correctly😳)

I'm glad that you were interested in these! Since i Couldn't find a good one, i took the danganronpa ships charts and Turned em into danganronpa relationship charts! I didn't see a signature or watermark so i don't know who did the originals sorry :((

Take Umeko Amano's charts for all the three games!

Notes:

- you can consider the casts separately since i ship her with one character per game lol

- for danganronpa V3 Killing harmony, i just played the first chapter so i don't know characters perfectly! I May change it in future if needed <33

- Umeko is kinda envy of sport Girls with a fast metabolysm (like Aoi or Akane) but doesn't dislike them. Its a little toxic side of hers 💀

- Umeko LOVES dorks as you can see 😭 (how to blame her?!)

- yeah, Umeko is also scared of Mondo while having a crush on him💀

- she doesn't only admires People for their talent or fame, but especially for their self-confidence and determination!

-Umeko Goes along with quiet People 😌

Also, i did a white version of the template i modified, so you can use it too! You don't have to tag me, i did nothing much ^^

Here are my recent drawings about my OC Umeko Amano:

Key words(?):

Danganronpa relationship chart template , Danganronpa template , Danganronpa trigger happy havoc relationship chart , Danganronpa 2: Goodbye despair relationship chart , Danganronpa V3: Killing harmony relationship chart , Danganronpa relationship chart thh , Danganronpa2 relationship chart , DanganronpaV3 relationship chart

#relationship #relationship chart #danganronpa chart #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v2 #danganrompa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa oc #danganronpa #Umeko Amano #charts #danganronpa killing harmony

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astral-circuitry-writes · 5 months ago

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Sunday Six !!

tagging @pepsi-maxwell, @scopophil, @sybilius, @eclecticopposition, uhhh idk who else Writes Stuff ??? i'm officially out of the loop, mates !! show me your writing, if you want.

anyway, Friends at the Table fic, PARTIZAN/PALISADE, abt god's greatest mistake and a very special girl etc etc--

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Clementine Kesh has no distinct 'first' memory.

Clementine Kesh does know, however, that all her earliest ones, as jumbled as they might be in places, involve Sovereign Immunity in one way or another.

And so:

Clementine Kesh remembers wearing a frilly dress and shoes that look in her mind's eye, even distorted by whatever influence time will inevitably have on these things, terribly uncomfortable. In this memory, she's padding through a salon in the Winter Palace, making grabby hands up at her mother. Crysanth, busy with something lost to the imperfection of Clementine's memory, barely deigns to look at her before shooing her off. It's Sovereign Immunity, standing at the other side of the room like a guard dog watching over his charge, who has mercy with her and fulfills her demand: Her big eyes, her raised arms, her high-pitched voice, "Up!"

He doesn't hesitate, doesn't consult her mother first. He simply lifts her up—easily, as if she weighed nothing—and holds her in his arms. Clementine looks around the room, likes the change in perspective, sees out the window like this, and spots a few birds, half-hidden between the branches of a towering tree in their sprawling garden. The play of sunlight and wind casts moving shadows across them and makes their colors change.

It's impossible, of course, that she remembers the discussion between her mother and Sovereign Immunity that followed this moment correctly all these years later, but her mother is terribly predictable, and so she trusts her own head, even if it was her older self that put the words exchanged into it—Crysanth, impatient: "You really should know better than to encourage her childish behavior", and Sovereign Immunity, composed: "Well, yes... I mean no offense, Lady Kesh, but Clementine is a child."

She doesn't remember what her mother's response to this was, and she refuses to pick one from the seemingly endless options that present themselves to her whenever she recalls the occasion.

She doesn't like thinking about it all too much anyway; say about Crysanth what you will, but she was right about the way Clementine conducted herself back then; she cringes at her own behavior.

#i know barely anybody cares abt this particular thing but pls be nice to me i haven't written in like. half a year or so.#fandom: fatt #character: Clementine Kesh #character: Sovereign Immunity #character: Crysanth Kesh #kind: Sunday Six #kind: snippet

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gattmammon · 9 months ago

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I am literally SO TIRED of Westerners in all social media but also in the destiel meme here the comments are full of "why are they so ass backwards? Didn't they invent homosexuality lmfao" "lol what took them so long" shut up! You don't even know that orthodoxy exists. Also I saw the tag "I thought Mediterraneans approved of mlm affection" boy am I going to blow you your mind that men kissing each other on the cheek and saying I love you is normal here but gay sex is thought as an anomaly against nature. Anyway so many western progressives are so smug.

Djdjfjfjfjfjfur like. Literally. Im gonna make this about italy because ive seen this a l9t about italy as well but the fact that we sometimes get a breakthrough international artist cishet man who wears makeup does not mean thats the norm anymore than lil nas x's existence means glitter is the norm for American black men.

The fact that italian soccer fans full on jump on each other after a goal or cry openly when their team wins does not mean that they would not beat the SHIT of any kid in their vicinity who does not perform gender correctly. Like the whole "men cannot have feelings or touch each other" thing is a Puritan/Protestant neurosis that they project without realising. Gender performance looks different but that doesn't mean that it isn't strictly enforced. I know kids who stopped washing after doing sports because the other kids on their team called them gay for wanting to not smell. I remember this whole lithany by a Southern Italian author of things that get you called a slur in his culture which included "not putting super spicy pepper oil on your pizza" and "using an hair-dryer". And yet tons of people just accepted idk James Somerton talking about how Italy was full of gay men longing for nothing more than banging British kids on the grand tour... But it was just taken at face value until someone actually sat down and considered his pattern of making up shit on the whole.

And like. As usual Greece gets a whole lot of this as well only even worse because people usually have some notion of the Catholic Church and the Italian middle ages being a thing but the Orthodox Church straight up does not exist in their mind. Like Greece went from Ancient to Today in some sort of time capsule I guess. And that's not even touching the misconceptions about ancient Greece as yaoi paradise

#sorry for making this about italy but like. the amount of stuff ive seen #answered

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iskinpeople · 4 months ago

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Uhh can you do Stan x me (samari is the name) like jock or football Stan x like autistic reader (im autistic btw) I’ve never seen someone write someone x autistic reader so it be nice to see someone write one! :3

Sure! :) Warning, I do not know how to write for Autism so please spare me....I CAN WRITE FOR ASTHMATIC PEOPLE BECAUSE I AM ONE MYSELF

Stan Marsh x Samari

Tags: @silliysblog

Title: 'Focus struggles'

Genre: One shot

NOTE: I do have an Autistic step brother but idk how to write for Autism and the symptoms, please don't harp on me for not writing it correctly! Sorry it's so bad :[

Fanart Links!: https://pin.it/5mbeYrWkn https://pin.it/7GvGAEl9O

I sat there in class doodling on my paper, not really listening to Mr. Garrison. I mostly pretended to listen, but every once in a while, I did write down what I thought would be important for whatever our next assignment was. Eventually the bell rang and Mr. Garrison spoke up, "Alright children, the homework is up here on my desk. Take one. It's due tomorrow at the beginning of class." he said, looking at Mr. Hat. I walked up and took one. I walked to my locker, "Hey Samari, Kyle gave me his notes for the homework! Did you wanna do it?" Stan smiled, I look at him. "Can I see them? I wanna make sure I actually got everything this time..." I mumble, he nodded and pulled out the paper, I frown realizing that none of what I wrote was on Kyle's paper. Well, then again, Kyle was a genius compared to everyone in school. But he often wrote it in simple words for Stan and I because we mostly use his work to pass...He doesn't mind for me at all but Stan...He's always harping on him, "You're serious? Why don't you just get off your phone in class and write it yourself."

Me and Stan sat down at the lunch table and started with our homework, but even if I tried, I could not focus. It started to piss me off A LOT. I kept looking other places, at Clyde's table, Chef serving other kids, etc. "Babe, are you listening?" Stan interrupted my thoughts, "No, I can't focus again," I frowned. He just smiled and took my hand, "Write- *History stuff here*" I smile and write as much as I can down before my brain starts to over load from all the focusing, AKA, I need a break for a minute. So me and Stan just cuddle, eat and watch TikTok's on his phone until we're ready to get back to work.

#south park #south park x reader #requests #stan marsh #one shot #xuser

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lynaferns · 1 year ago

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I needed to take something out of my chest and I got into a rant of basically me complaining about the (DCA) fandom and shippings. It got long so I'm putting a cut.

If you don't want to read it you don't have to.

Edit: I wanted to clarify, I'm not throwing crap at anyone for liking shipping, there is nothing wrong with the ships. I'm just taking my frustration out to the air because good platonic/friendship content is hard to find. The problem is mine, not yours.

Edit 2: This post is VERY outdated and I don't belive in half of what I said here anymore (the bottom half), I grew out it and I'm doing better now, I think. Also guess what? turns out I may be very aroce so that explains the other half of the post lol.

Since I rebloged that post about being tired of shipping in the fandoms my feed (<-idk if it's called that) has filled up with more posts about it that I relate to but feel bad rebloging because I don't want to call out any of you.

But I'm at a point that it has gotten SO tiresome, shipping is the only thing I find when I go in the Sun and Moons tags. "If you don't want to see that you can filter the tags-" <-that would be great, that would work if it wasn't because 1-there are like 20 different tags for the same thing and I'm constantly adding new ones to the filter 2-not everybody tags correctly/at all their post, I've seen people post their ship art and not tag it as ship, that is going to slip through the filter.

And all the shipping is about romantic/suggestive, they either want to kiss them or something more intimate. Where are the platonic relationships? And I mean friendship relationship, sex/romantic repulsed even. I tried to make one myself, even if I put tags of 'no ship' people still tags it as 'character x selfinser/yn' ship, why? What in the post/drawing/comic/AU made you think this was romantic? That makes me question more things like, why holding hands has to be romantic? Why sleeping in the same bed because there is only one has to be romantic? Why does the minimum of fisical contact a character has with other has to mean is romantic? Why why why? Even if the characters are truly in love/already dating, I don't get it, I don't get why that's the norm, why any of it automatically means 'romantic'.

There is really no solution to this unless I leave the fandom or stop searching content.

I wish I was into that stuff so I could appreciate it, but I'm not and it's no ones fault. I know those people are just doing their thing and having fun, AND it looks fun! I've seen a lot of cool artists around but I can't follow them because I risk having to see everyday the stuff they draw or reblog that makes me uncomfortable. It sucks. I can't make any friends here or anywhere because of this barrier (other than anxiety/personal difficulties and stuff).

And it doesn't stop there. Since the beginning I had the feeling that the DCA fandom likes a totally different character from the one I like. When I search fanart/comics/AUs Sun doesn't feel like Sun, Moon doesn't feel like Moon and every interpretation of fanon Eclipse I had encountered is some kind of mastermind, manipulative and as a plus, predatory, in a bad way.

I'm not good at writing, I know it's hard, I know not every one will share the same perspective I have of the characters, there is not much info about them anyways. But sometimes it feels like people throws out of the window the few details we have about them that makes the Daycare Attendant THE Daycare Attendant to make a completely different character with the same shell. Or they believe as canon something that the fandom made up because everybody collectively believed a rumor even though there's no official information or confirmation.

If the canon Sun and Moon were the same as fanon I would have never liked them.

I'm sure this is a thing in every fandom and I'm probably just pointing out something that everybody knows but this is the first fandom that I got into so this whole year and a half has been a new experience.

Even though all of this I'm still going to draw them, I'll still make fanarts because I like this character.

I've been feeling burned out lately so I don't know how regularly I'm going to draw them or post about them but the brainrot is staying one more year.

#lyna rambles #<- I'm using this tag everytime I decide to throw nonsenses here #...or I need to complain about something and the phone is close by

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kevin-day-is-bi · 1 month ago

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i feel like i wanna remind ya that like, there are people (me) who enjoy the Bruce&Dick as father&son because it's not wholesome and can be rather fucked up, esp in fics that really focus on their interactions

idk like, i dont have a ship in particular in batfam, but it feels like you keep getting deeper into the "any interp other than sexual is stupid" and :< it's fun to explore the fucked up non-sexual things...

I'm guessing this is largely about my tags on this post.

A couple things right away.

1. I'm in fandom to ship. I have been in DC for the sole purpose of consuming and creating ship content for almost 8 years at this point. When I first watched Young Justice at 12, I had ships fully formed by episode 7. I watched episode 1 and started shipping Dick and Wally. I think they have an interesting friendship, but I personally have no interest in exploring their relationship platonically. While I understand that 2017 isn't super long ago compared to the entire history of Batman, please do not explain shipping within the DC fandom to me. I have been doing it a very long time.

2. that doesn't mean I in any way look down on or think that people who enjoy consuming media in another way (platonic or familial etc) are not consuming it "correctly"

3. I had several unpleasant experiences, both personally irl and in fandom spaces, with people who were anti-shipping (I'm not saying you are) which led to me being overly cautious in fandom, so for a while I didn't reblog anything ship related. I rebbloged non-ship content and just didn't tag it how I wanted to. I have finally got over that and have joined spaces where I feel more confident and welcomed.

4. Without going into too much detail, I live a pretty fucked up life. I have a lot of complicated emotions around sex and sexuality in relationships and I use fandom to explore that. I have been in platonic sexual relationships, romantic asexual relationships, situationships, unhealthy crushes, QPRs, and a lot of other situations that I also explore in fandom. I am aware of the fact that I have asked for life advice on this blog and in DMs before and clearly have the fact that I'm 19 listed in my blog description, but I have lived a lot of life and am pretty mature about fandom. I've been reading Bat smut since before I got my first boyfriend, and my life has very much shaped how I view media.

5. Finally, I am aware that there has been an uptick in blood and gore (and other more physical) kink things recently. That would be because those are genuine kinks that I have that there has been an increase in for me recently. I have those because I am disabled and my relationship with being disabled has led to me sexualizing certain aspects of it. I'm not going to tag for this or other things (NSFW, shipping, etc). I understand that some people want or need that level of control. I am not the person to follow in that case I use Tumblr's fast reblog feature liberally. I am on this site to distract myself from the fact that I am in pain 24/7 and my life is a mess. I do tag content I create and have always done so.

normally I wouldn't respond to this level, but this is gonna replace my current pinned post for a while. lemme again just say:

this is a non-issue. I don't care what anyone does or does not ship. I don't care what people think about what I do or do not ship. we are talking on a site where we don't know anyone's real name about things we want fake people to do that a bunch of people in a board room created. I am on here so I don't think about how I have been displaced because I almost died in a hurricane for the second time in 6 years. who I ship is such a low priority to me that it is functionally non-existent right now.

if any of my followers don't like what I am reblogging, unfollow! I won't be heartbroken! I'm not going to stop talking about ships that I have on my blog. and if your automatic go-to feeling when you see someone being positive about a ship you don't have is to think they are anti-not shipping that thing, do some internal examination as to why. because it's not true, and I never ever said it was.

feel free to dm me to talk about this more! but you are wrong, and I'm not going to change how I act on here.

#asked and answered

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blamemma · 1 year ago

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what you said about maxiel fanfics with endgame lest4ppen, yes, I agree. someone mentioned this before, but maxiel is slowly dying on ao3 while it seems to be thriving more and more on tumblr.

for me it's 50/50 because I don't mind where I'm reading, but here we have more one-shots and pieces of WIPs (which is good because it means authors don't feel the pressure to turn everything into a 50k story, so they can just post their ideas even if it's incomplete), but I personally LOVE longer stories, so I would love to read more and more about every single one of them.

and personally I just don't like lest4ppen at all. I understand the need to tag maxiel because daniel is the bad guy and the "shitty boyfriend" or whatever, but I just don't like seeing those stories 😬

will always preface asks like this by saying people can like what they like and find joy in whatever, i ain't gunna turn my nose up at anyone or anything, lestappen just doesn't make sense to meeee personally, but honestly whatever butters ur bread!!!

as someone who has dabbled here and there in this writing lark, for me there is a distinct difference in ao3 posting and tumblr posting....ao3 to me is formal, ur presenting something perfect, a fully-fledged story, a beginning a middle and an end (not in all cases but i just mean in general). most stuff i read on ao3 is fully-fledged nuanced ideas that the author has obviously spent hours of time crafting and experimenting with.

tumblr fic is inherently fun and blase and easier to throw out there into the ether and forget about really. tumblr fic doesn't need to follow grammatical rules or structure etc etc....it can just be a fun prompt game response or a quick lil fic that you had fun writing and wanna share with ur people?? both have purposes and both are enjoyable to write imo, just depends on what ur feeling and how much u want to expand on said idea??

when it comes to the maxiel of it all....idk how rude or pointed i can get here without getting into shit....so i'll try and word this gently....you have to keep the eco-system alive....i think comments and kudos are GREAT but honestly, if someone reblogs my fic with a fun few tags, i love that more, because in a selfish way, i might get 1 or 2 more readers from that because its going out to an even wider audience?? but its more than that!! engage with ur writers, message them on here and shout at them about their ideas, send them prompts, recommend their fic to ur friends...but i will stand by i think one of the best things you can do, if they make a fun lil post or graphic for their fic...reblog it...ur not only spreading the maxiel gospel, but ur also supporting that writer?? too many times on here i see people's fic graphics flop yet big blogs are leaving them comments on ao3 and look, EACH TO THEIR OWN and also i can sometimes be a bad reblogger dont get me wrong, but LIKE, there are some wildly talented authors on here who just need to be pushed into the limelight a little bit more??? idk if im wording this correctly, but sometimes there are fics that fall through the cracks because no one engages with them, and if ur an author who has put blood sweat and tears into that fic, ur not exactly going to be motivated to post another maxiel fic if u dont think ur going to get engagement from it (again, fic writing isn't necessarily about engagement or response, but let me tell u when i get a fun little comment or someone messages me about a fic i published, it inspires me to write more????)

maxiel is definitely alive and kicking, i follow some stunningly good maxiel authors, but at the same time, its about pushing forward those smaller writers as well and not thinking ur too cool for them???????????????

and so with that, this flufftober, kinktober, spooktober or whatever tober u are a part of, reblog the fic, talk about the fic and enjoy the fic

#if u can understand what i am trying to say here then well done cause i dont think i even do #mean thats a lie i do know what im trying to say but i know a lot of people would hate me if i said what i actually wanted to say :))#anon #asks

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tadpolesonalgae · 2 months ago

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helloooo, i hope this isnt weird at all.

u really inspired me to start writing one of the wips ive had cooking in my head for 10,000 years with CBMTHY (i love your interpretations of all the characters across everything youve written, even dark! versions of everyone).

but how do you get the thoughts in your head onto the page :( its a little demotivating to not be as good of a writer as I'd like. so im terrified constantly that the story isn't coming off correctly. it certainly doesn't help that I've been stewing on this fanfic concept since i initially read acotar and tog, (crossover shit woo!) but the scenes are so vivid in my imagination that everything i can actually type out seems to fall flat or seems jumbled with the amount i try to include.

like, i posted a part last night after having it ready to go for months (there are several more im hiding 😭) and have reread it 3 times and have to remind myself its fine and i dont need to delete it. but idk if im just being crazy tbh. Im also very much the same type of person who needs feedback in order to continue with creative projects. however the idea of even asking about it here is intimidating, especially after your stories helped push this lil amateur to write. But any help would be so greatly appreciated, especially becsuse theres no one ik personally who enjoys the series who would be willing to chat about it 😅

again, i hope its not weird that im not sending anything in directly related to ur work and asking for advice 😅😅 but i hope you have a good rest of ur day/ night !!

haha, don't worry about it! I'm not sure I'm the best person to offer advice on this since I'm just kind of writing what I want to write though, but I'll try and help.

What you mentioned about struggling to get thoughts down on the page - I think an element of it is probably feeling comfortable enough to put them down there in the first place? That and also having the words to know what you mean? Read around, listen to music, chat with people if you can and see if you can find stuff you resonate with and then pay attention to what it is and try to figure out why. And it can take a while to find the right words, so let yourself breathe.

Suddenly jumping into a project you've been hyping up in your mind won't come out pristine immediately, it might be a case of writing paragraphs once, then writing them out again beneath that but trying to improve on what you've already written with a thesaurus in hand. It might also be a case of listening to music that simulates the emotions you want to write out and then trying to articulate them in the moment. Also writing without thinking can help. Or writing exactly how you're thinking, I guess? It doesn't always work though, so I'd sincerely suggest trying to write some smaller things to start with or have on the side to help practice.

In terms of trying to find people to give feedback, I think interacting with other writers can help. I'm not the best person for this since I like being away from my computer/phone as much as possible, but chatting to writers off anon, or if your writing blog isn't your main one then switching to your writing blog to leave a comment or reblog and leaving notes in the tags is a really great way to show other people you're interested in acotar/tog and writing. If the idea of coming off anon to interact with writers is (like I find it) absolutely terrifying, you can always keep anon on but sign off using a specific pseudonym or emoji that will be recognisable! That way you can get used to chatting without entirely compromising your anonymity and hopefully become comfortable. Asking other people what they do to help them get their thoughts down too can help since you'll be more likely to find someone similar.

I'd also recommend that if your story is long to try planning it out roughly as chapters or bulletpoints so you don't have to store it all in your brain. Have playlists on hand or boards on Pinterest to look over.

I think it's great that you've posted a chapter though - if you have a project you want to do well it's so easy to get caught up in wanting it to be a good as possible that you never actually get around to posting it, so I think what you've done is a great start. If you're unhappy with it after a few months or so you can always edit, nothing's written in stone.

And if you want to write in again please feel free to! I promise it doesn't have to be about my writing and I would think other writers would feel the same. If you want to turn off anon that's fine, and if you want to use an emoji as a sign off that's cool too, you can work your way up to chatting more openly about the stuff you enjoy :)

Also, if anyone else thinks they have some good tips for writing, getting thoughts down, keeping up interest/motivation with a project please add them!

And anon if you want to send in a link to the first part of your story feel free to, or if you want to chat with me directly I'd be interested to have a peek at what you're writing? I love acotar but tog still has a special place in my heart so I'd love to read more content around it too. I know how scary it can be sharing stuff you've worked hard on :)

#anons <3 #I'm not sure how well I answered you but I hope there's at least something there that might help :)

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dootznbootz · 10 months ago

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hi! im so curious abt whether or not you have any hcs/thoughts abt when helen and penelope found out abt what happened to agamemnon and then later clytemnestra? (srry if youve answered smth similar before! i looked thru the tags and didnt seem to find anything)

With Penelope, I kind of have it planned where I go into a bit with how Nauplius, the father of Palamedes, goes and fucks with the other kings by going to their homelands and telling their wives they're bringing back a new bride so that the queens would, you know, take on a lover or boot out the king when he comes back.

I think it's funny af that Palamedes' dad went around trying to fuck with the other king's kingdoms and it worked as most of their wives had affairs but then you have Penelope, the WIFE of the guy who set your son up to get murdered, and she wasn't buying it. Got revenge on all the kings except for the one who was truly responsible because his wife was too cool.

I love imagining him trying to convince Penelope, who's already like "You're telling me, my husband, the embodiment of simping, is going to replace me? When he knows I'm the best thing that ever happened to him?"

But when she realizes who this man is??? She's fucking FURIOUS. this is the father of the man who put their CHILD in such a dangerous situation and is the reason why her husband is away from her. She throws him out but Nauplius gets to Odysseus' parents and...tells them he died. He lied so at least he could hurt Odysseus in some way at least...Also Ironic as Palamedes I'm pretty sure is a distant descendant of Poseidon. There's something there >:D

But idk for sure how EXACTLY I'm going to have it go down but I like the thought of the family at least COMMUNICATING and sometimes visiting each other. Maybe Penelope visiting Hermione as her auntie kind of. Maybe visiting her siblings, mother, and father (until he tries to convince her to remarry again. then she avoids him :( ). Same with Clytemnestra. And idk for SURE but everyone has an inkling that she's having an affair with Aegisthus but no one knows for sure. Penelope tries to bring up Nauplius but...isn't able to get anywhere (can't spoil everything!)

When she finds out what happens it's a "I KNEW IT!" and anger as she's saddened as she cared for both these people so much as she grew up with them nearby. First Helen was kidnapped, her husband is gone, she can't see her siblings as often, now another person she grew up with and cared about is not only dead but also the one who killed them was another person she cared about! And she doesn't know how Ithaca, being a smaller island as a whole, could help their children. She's sad for them but also knows that she already has so much on her plate that she can't really help them. (also somewhat selfish :P Her and Odysseus are like-minded)

There's a part of me that thinks that, being the somewhat "I will do whatever I have to do to get on top" part of her would just "play along" to get resources from Mycenae while deep down feeling like "There will be consequences" or she would completely ignore and no longer do things with them until Orestes takes it back. She's got a lot going on with the suitors as well so idk for sure yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

WITH HELEN, that's much more complicated. She's been gone so long, and has to worry about getting back to her kingdom and looking forward to seeing her family again only to realize that some of her family has done something horrendous. Her sister killed her Brother-in-law! Menelaus' brother!! She grew up caring for Agamemnon as well! And also her husband is grieving!!! There is...SO MUCH going on. She's probably able to grieve a bit while in Egypt (because if I remember correctly they find out through Proteus, yeah?) There's grief for the sister she knew. She was ripped away from Hermione, how could her own sister not only kill her husband, but also send her children away and be so horrible to them?! But kind of in the same way as Penelope, so much on their plate with just returning, that they don't know how much they can do until later. I don't think they would be willing to do any sort of interaction with Mycenae afterward though. :P

Little side thing, but since I love MenOdy's BROTP, I'd like to think that Menelaus, being told by Proteus, a deity, where Odysseus was at, was kind of "mind-wiped" until Telemachus comes as "it's not the right time yet" with the gods. Menelaus and Helen realize afterward of "HoLY FUCK WE SHOULD'VE TOLD PENELOPE!!!" as they care about both Odysseus and Penelope. Also doesn't help that yeah, gotten news about bro/brother in law being murdered so there's a LOT going on. but I don't like to think they simply forgot??? when for one thing, I plan to write them as all very close?? NO >:(

It was just prophecy shit of "Hey, it HAS to be 20 years, mm'kay?"

#House of Atreus shit is always buzzing in the back of my mind but not as loud as the Odyssey👀#ask #my headcanons #shot by odysseus #Mad rambles #anon #THANK YOU!!! :D #I am a bit all over the place and I'll probably need to reread Proteus bit again :P #I always just focus on “haha. Menelaus is a seal!!! He's a little sealy seal!” and so...yeah...ADHD makes you focus on the IMPORTANT stuff

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