#something I’d enjoy expanding sometime!

[lostlimerence]

To whoever liked this little jaskier x Geralt Drabble a few days ago - thank you! I completely forgot I even wrote this! It was years ago!

Beautiful. Fuck. No.

He can’t do this again.

Hopeful cerulean eyes try to catch his amber ones, waiting for him to speak. Geralt hates this. He never knows what to say to his tribute.

Fuck, tribute, the word twists his insides, and a slow burn creeps up his throat, his jaw clenches. Those wide eyes catch the tiny movement the boy, no, the young man, is tense, flighty, good the practical side of his mind thinks we might be able to work with that.

He swallows trying to ease that burn, he knows he needs to speak ‘Jaskier,’ the tribute’s head jerks slightly in surprise. He clears his throat ‘district 4?’ he gets a nod, Jaskier bites into his bottom lip, it makes him look devastatingly young. Geralt thinks he might be sick.

‘Uh, Geralt?’ he offers a slight nod, Jaskier pushes on emboldened by the acknowledgement, his tension easing slightly ‘I…well it’s nice to meet you I guess, well maybe it would be nicer in different circumstances…I mean not that I’m not honoured to represent…,’

‘Stop,’ Geralt barks. The man’s running mouth snaps shut. He continues softening his tone ‘don’t do that, this is not an honour, this is a death sentence.’

Expecting to hear a sigh of defeat or the build to tears Geralt is surprised to see the amused quirk of Jaskier’s lips instead ‘charming, it is lovely to see how much faith my mentor has in me after what? two minutes!’ his eyes are dancing, Geralt feels himself being pulled in. The Capitol will love him. Another wave of nausea hits.

He maintains a careful blank expression and forces himself to keep Jaskier’s gaze ‘it’s not about faith, it’s about the statistics, you are one of the weakest to be chosen this year. You’ll probably be one of the first to die.’ He says it in a cold, detached manner. He tries to be frank with his tributes, it’s the least they deserve. He’s read up on Jaskier, he isn’t completely useless.

Jaskier: 19 years old, from the fishing district, his skills, singing and swimming. He may be beautiful, he may be charming but he’s not strong, he’s never lifted a weapon, he won’t last long. Geralt needs to prepare himself to see the life drain from yet another pair of hopeful young eyes in that godforsaken arena. And if, by some miracle, he were to win Geralt can already see the creatures of the capital, the aristocrats, the lords and the ladies clawing at each other for a piece of him. He grimaces, he doesn’t know which scenario turns his stomach more.

Jaskier, god damn him, still looks amused ‘wow, that’s a bit too much doom and gloom for me!’ he waves a hand as if dismissing Geralt’s statement entirely, ‘I’ll just have to defy your statistics,’ he says it in such a way that for a blissful moment Geralt is convinced. But it’s only for a second, the train carriage lurches and Geralt snaps out of it, no he needs to prepare them both.

It always hurts him, how could it not, watching youth after youth die needlessly in the arena.

Geralt can already tell this one is different, beautiful and defiant, Jaskier beams at him. It’s almost blinding, Geralt turns from him, something tightening in his chest.

God he thinks maybe this one will finally be the death of me.

[gangplanksorenji]

Pulchritude

Pairing: ITZY’s Yeji x Male Reader

Word Count: 7,089

A/N: It's been a while Orenjideul! This wasn't planned to be on my draft schedule but planned at the same time LOL (pretty much quickly written). Also, thanks for @mintwithchoco for the beta-reading that made the insights about the fic!!

This was originally part of something I've been working on with and expanded it with such vague plot to probably spice things up. Enjoy reading!! <3

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“You’re crazy for this one, Chaewon.”

“It’s not my doing—” Chaewon retorts, circling her fingers onto the rim of her glass with such a distinctive smell of a concoction that piques you, distracting you a little from her words. “—this is just a part of a test.”

She drinks from her glass and darts her eyes towards you, laced with anticipation and that hint of doubt in you. You smirk with her given stare, feeling that she's getting ahead of herself with it and she’ll soon eat up her words. Extending your arm a little onto the head of the chair, you look at her with vanity and such a playful intent that intimidates her a little. “I’d say you being here is somewhat helpful by all means…”

“And why is that?” 

Her eyes never fail to intimidate you, those orbs glowing in anticipation as she doesn't break her sophisticated demeanor. You fix your posture and lean closer to her, elbows on the table and your hands subtly clasped, answering her. “So I could let you know that you’ll be embarrassed at the end of the day.”

Chaewon’s hubris wouldn’t let your words slide and make her believe you, a chortle audible within your ears as she shifted onto her usual phlegmatic disposition. “We’ll see about that but for now—” Her well-manicured nails click the champagne glass two times, before giving a sly smile of a faulty sincerity. “—you gotta do what you gotta do.”

It wouldn’t end in a usual Chaewon fashion unless her drink is empty, sipping the last few milliliters of that delectable concoction, then getting off on her seat with her last words of the night. “Text me when you’ve done it, then we'll meet tomorrow afternoon.”

Grabbing her designer bag then leaving towards the doors of such a high-class bar, you could just sense the air reeking defeat all over you, but you’ll prove her wrong. You’ll just thank yourself for getting rid of her condescending nature albeit it really fuels your aim for victory, so is the upbeat music the bar brings. 

You’ll make things work and take that triumphant ecstasy up to your name, with someone’s panties on the floor. 

“I guess we need the devil inside me to take over.” Of course you will, and you’ll do that just about right.

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Maybe the myths are true: sometimes, the devil does unspeakable things and it’s only a matter of time before it unveils its real nature. Not exactly an excerpt, a quote or the sayings of the elderly but mostly your own common conscience that has its own intersections of roads you can’t fathom nor follow—deep inside, you’re on a leash and Chaewon’s words intoxicates you, and you’ll prove her wrong after this. 

“We’re going to have some fun tonight.”

“Oh, do you think we will?” You ask pretty playfully and audaciously, playing with her possible games. You barely know her aside from being that time where you’d constantly steal glances with her during and after Chaewon’s existence at the bar and subconsciously know you’d always come. At that moment, you know something’s disturbed within you and it’s in a good way—this is something that’s completely going to serve gratification, and you can sense how strong your gut feeling is.

“We will.” The girl inches herself closer towards you, your back pressed against the cold concrete as she pins you with her frame, fidgeting her fingers onto the hem of your shirt and then the penultimate, such dexterous fingers circling around your chest.

You feel her minty breath mixed with a hint of tequila brush against your skin as you raise her head, eyes in contact with yours—you know she’s proving something, even just with her words but those wouldn’t be enough.

“Care for an introduction?” Your hands fancy its way onto her waist, as you endearingly looked at those sharp, monolid eyes of hers rivaling that alluring stare. 

Her eyes dart between your face and onto your body, as her voice speaks up in a volume.“Yeji. You can call me Yeji.” 

Her voice invites you, and you’re captivated with her sultry tone and god, that stare of hers would make any man fall upon your own judgment but on your shoes, it would bear such a challenge. Even with such temptation handled pretty well, you can’t help but hint such an invitation under her spell—those eyes, her sultry voice, such a beautiful face and the promised treasure of them all, her impeccable figure.

You’d like to start on something fresh, induce such a new chapter that’s bound to end up in such an incredible fashion but you could only assume those things, yet.

Well, you won’t fight yourself over some idiotic retaliation between your temptations and let yourself be the judge of her capabilities and this doesn’t help when she’s just inches away from laying such a mark that will define one’s lust.

Looking straight to the abyssal void of her eyes, you’re enticed as you lift off her chin with your finger. “There you go, I love a woman with manners.” You hit her up with her own medicine: tempting.

“Who says anything about manners?” Even such chagrins or predicaments wouldn’t stop her, not unless you tell her so as the only thing you could feel are those luscious lips locked against yours. 

The sounds of such muscle creating vacuum of sounds and suctions overpowers the fading noise of the music the bar resonates—all you can hear is her kisses up against yours and you’d love to listen to it all day. 

Nothing too short nor sweet, but god, this was enough to make such a bold verdict.

“A talented kisser, hm?” Yeji hums as she pulls away from your lips’ embrace, feeling captivated with the way you display such talent.

“A girl as pretty as you would make a man like this.” Your hands then freely roam to the limited skin her waist shows but you’re not the guy to complain, but to be grateful. “Now tell me something, Yeji…”

Yeji’s eyes widen; pupils dilate as she anticipates your next words, “Tell what?”

You smirk, as your buttons were pressed enough to make such a bold move. “Why would you want me? From all of the people there, why me?”

Yeji smirks just like you, then bites her lips, using such a modicum of her actions to indulge you even more. “I just know the world destined us to this moment—led us to this moment and god…” Yeji’s hands unbuttons the topmost button of your shirt as her hands permeate such heat onto your chest to push you onto the edge. “I know what you’re gonna give to me tonight.”

Such telepathic abilities enable you to read her thoughts, and you know exactly where she’s going towards, “Let me guess, a show for the world to know?”

“For the world to fucking know.” Yeji’s words end your sentence, and seal the deal.

Licking her lips in delight, you can feel her hands roam on your chest, your abdomen then the final stop, your growing bulge. She cups onto it like it’s something she would ruin and take care of, the best of both worlds as you let out such a nigh-inaudible moan, and Yeji knows exactly you’re liking this.

“You always need to ask.” And there she goes with her wonders.

All you can see is Yeji promptly getting on her knees, and with her absolute dexterity, does her talent to unbuckle and undress your bottom half more than a count to ten.

“God…” She’s mesmerized with the view she’s currently having: you, still in your boxers as her disposition clearly displays awe and amazement. “You’re hard already this fast? Must’ve turned you on too much?”

“Who wouldn’t with a girl like you?” It just shows your evident arousal, and Yeji’s grateful to bear such an entrance. Giving the green light, she then slowly strips off your boxers down to your ankles, mostly gravity doing the work and there she goes, such eyes gleaming with utter hunger and lust.

Her lips mouth such words full of awe as her hands cups the base of your erection, leisurely stroking it as she utters such profanity, “God, your cock is something else I didn’t expect.”

Your hubris just elevated, and let your commanding demeanor take over. “Glad it is. Now, show me what you’re made of.”

She wouldn’t lose against such a hubristic battle, and settles up for a possibly stellar moment. “I won’t disappoint.”

A clear view of her lips sends pecs around your length, letting you know the immediate worshiping and carnal needs fueling her for the time being. From the base up to your already leaking slit, she didn’t waste such precious time letting you know how much she loves this and it's just evident from the start. 

She grows impatient with her repetitive kisses and ups the ante, knowing how this will make your world go wild. “I may just find myself occupied more with this.”

“Less talking and more sucking.” As much as her patience grows thinner by the second, and so are yours. She scoffs off a giggle, knowing that the main event will be such a roller coaster ride.

With the last suction of her lips collecting that colorless liquid, she advances onto something pleasurable. Her tongue then dances around your red cockhead, swirling and permeating her saliva around, upping such sensitivity on your end and with that result, you shiver and inevitably moan in response.

She suckles on your swollen head, then advances past your frenulum to do the wonder she does to your slit and god, this was elevating the experience of such gratification.

“God, s-such a talented mouth, huh?”

“Gifted, I guess.” She continues her oral assault on your throbbing length, thrusting her head up and down as she quickly accelerates the pace up to both your likings. 

The quicker speed sums up the possible experience she has and it shows—such technique is unmatched with the way her tongue dances around your shaft and the little introduction of such a serrated culprit antagonizing the pleasure you’re experiencing, albeit, you wouldn’t bother with such little pain. She takes more than half of your shaft as spits dominate her heart-shaped lips, running down to her cheeks and onto her chin which shows the passion she’s giving in every second.

The occurrence won’t be complete without elevated stimulation: you’d just feel your balls being fondled by her right hand as she encourages more for you to feel. 

And it’s working well, too well for you to utter such compliments. “You’d make myself occupied too, i-if you want—shit, that’s great…”

An audible mhmm can be heard between her bobs as she elevated the speed, then resulting into such a mess that’s just turning you on even more. Saliva continues to drip down onto her chin and onto your clothes that’s probably damned to be given care with, tears flowing down her cheek as she takes more and suddenly, she tests her limits with a single act of boldness and bravery.

She rests her nose onto your abdomen, testing her gag reflex as she’s determined to tame it but in the end, it wasn’t in her favor. Gasps escape her mouth as she catches her breath, saliva connected onto those sinful lips was just the cherry on top yet your grow little concern, afraid she may push herself too much as soon as she coughed. “You good, Yeji?”

“I’m good—I’m good, I’m g-great—your cock is just addicting.” The succulence was evident with her repeated slurps onto your shaft, and you’re just in total bliss with her performance.

Things are not done, and she’d like to end the business with a good note.

She proved herself enough and with her immediate harsh pace, you wouldn’t be a hypocrite nor lie about it. The blurry orange-bobbing head of hers just becomes a repeated image tarnished in your brain, etched until the end of time. She continues what she’s best at, gripping your thighs for further display of talent and as a reply with the surging pleasure coursing through your veins, you opted to fight the leverage with the gripping of your hands onto her audacious head.

Constant slurps, gags and moans just became the music in the air and it’s just the paramount mood you're indulged into. You’d be damned if someone will see the both of you in such a sinful act but you don’t care anymore, not when Yeji’s mouth does explicit wonders on every inch of your body and clouding your mind with such sinful thoughts.

The head game is literally onto another level of experience, but such things wouldn’t last for so long.

She can feel your persistent throbs in her mouth, and it’s a common courtesy to ask where it will end. “You’re pretty close, I assume.”

“Yeah—” You groan in pleasure as she strokes your saliva-sheathed cock with the utmost pace her hands can muster. “—and I want it all over your face.”

Yeji just smiled mischievously, knowing how things will end up on a pivotal climax and how things will unveil between the both of you. “Then do it—cover me.”

All you can see are those pretty, sharp eyes in awe as she closes it, her visage in full display for you to paint on. This is a canvas worth investing such artwork on  and you’d besmirch it with such strokes worth millions. She moans as she feels each rope touches her face, mostly her cheeks, nose, lips, chin and some even getting onto her hair. Those fifteen seconds felt like a minute as you’re in a total state of bliss and for such a conclusion, she strokes you in hopes of milking you dry, emptying up your reservoir.

“God, that tasted great.” Yeji licks her lips and hums in satisfaction and when your senses are coming back to life, you ask her with such doubt.

“How would you clean up?”

Yeji chuckles as she stands up, facing you, “No one wouldn’t care.”

You smile sincerely as you dress your bottom-half up, satisfied as her voice invites you. “Let’s get out of here.”

She’s partly a monster; partly an angel in disguise, yet she can be the best of both worlds and it’s only a matter of time before depths will be reached.

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Gone are the boisterous music ringing repeatedly in your ears and the alcohol that will probably dominate your body, because at this time, there’s nothing better than her lips locked against yours for the second time.

She feels ruthless and so were you, feeling her tongue dancing against yours and you gripping her waist harshly as you deepen such entanglement.

Her room was something pivotal about your already impeding arousal: dim lights, vanilla-scented air freshener and such a balcony for the both of you to enjoy, and maybe it’s something else than what’s usually known for people to do there.

“Never knew you could have such a room, Yeji.”

Yeji smirks as her nails dug into your skin gently, pressing it playfully as she mouthed her own pride. “This is nothing compared to anything you’ll see but for now, you’ll be more than my guest.” And then her eyes locked up against yours as those orbs wandered around your beautiful face.

Her eyes really tell you about her adoration, as the earlier test was just the tip of the iceberg, and guess what, you passed with flying colors.

“I’d love to be one, Yeji.”

You then share another torrid kiss with her, feeling attached to her ultimately and falling under her spell. She kisses you genuinely as you reciprocate, but you want more, so you pull out of her lips’ embrace, earning a moan from her as you find your way on peppering her neck with pecs and those sharp collar bones. 

You’d eventually take a glance of her flawless features, even though it’s evident ruined by you earlier but it’s such an important element of such undying beauty. You earned your minuscule rewards—her faint moans and chants calling you—and you’d love to double it, with more skin, your lips parts and marks.

“God, please—fuck…” Yeji’s pleas are audible enough for you to be distracted and it’s worth your while knowing it’s something that could elevate such an experience.

“Please what, Yeji?” You continue pecking her creamy, porcelain skin, suckling on it but not enough to result in hickeys and god, it just resulted in sexier moans escaping her lips. 

She’s struggling to articulate words that can formulate her wants, but she’d put up an end to such a clouding demise. “I want more—god—more, please…”

You grip her waist harsher, gaining such control as you pin her harder onto the wall and what a poor soul whimpering upon your own dominative assertion. You grant her needs as you caress her waist while peppering her with torrid kisses, resulting in such a cacophonous symphony that you would cherish hearing every second. 

You wanted more from her and her answer still made your satisfaction resting onto a low zero. “What do you want from me, baby?”

The word elicits a gasp from her mouth, feeling appalled with such a name she always finds hot and funnily enough, the stars are aligning. 

She whimpers but manages to think clearly and didn’t hesitate to be vocal about it, “Your cock, please—” 

As she’s about to advance her hands onto your clothes crotch, you stop her as you shake your head leisurely, having another plan in mind. “No—have some patience and also…” Yeji’s eyes scintillate beneath the dim light that appears as she’s anticipating what words could leave your mouth. “I gotta return the favor.” 

Your hands roamed its way onto the hem of her tight skirt, and asked such a question she can’t deny. “May I?”

She hitched a broken breath and gulped as she responded intimately, “Yes—yes, you can.”

Your fingers ran towards the edge of her skirt and eventually found the zipper and did such wonders, things that could easily soothe her and make her more comfortable. As much as you wanted to see it down on the floor, revealing her probably wet panties, you have other thoughts about your own, selfish arousal.

“Don’t want it on the floor?”

“This outfit, Yeji—” Your left hand then forced her figure pressed onto yours as she yelped with your immediate action, earning a startled whimper as her eyes looked at you like it’s her favorite candy. She loves your subtle harsh acts, and she won’t be deprived of any since this was just a gentle introduction. “—looks amazing on you.”

Yeji smiles as the compliment strokes her ego and how genuine you sounded, “Thanks, for—ooh, gosh!”

She yelped with your touch permeating on her legs as you roamed your hands towards her clothed regions which earned such a sultry, needy moan from Yeji. You can feel the heat that’s rivaling your cold hands and as the cherry on top, her wetness evident from her slit which is probably leaking right from the start.

You loosen up the zip of her skirt and god, she vocalizes how better it felt and maybe it’s mostly because of the fact that your fingers are pleasuring her crotch against that fine silk that’s about to be ruined thanks to your dexterity. It was pursuant to her and wherever she wants it, you’re going to follow it and with her subsequent moans, you’d like to let her know that your skills are up to par. Feeling the hunger running down your body, you can’t help but share another kiss, but this time, it feels chaste since all of the attention and unfeigned emotions are translated down with your fingers. They both felt like deprived lions from the wild, and such an inevitable kiss will bound to feed the pleasure the both of you are needing.

The evident bulge pokes down on your pants and Yeji was quick to notice that, cupping it and caressing to tame the beast. You moaned with her actions and so she is, too, but it's a repeated chant in your ears as she pleads with you for your own comfort. “Your cock, please.”

You didn’t care anymore, and knowing how the both of you wanted this then you wouldn’t deny her for doing the same thing you’re great at. Even with pleasure lingering onto every lobe in her brain, it won’t stop her to claim her promised prize as you help her undress your bottom-half, unbuckling your belt as she does the last step and all you can feel are your defenses going down, one by one as the raging beast that’s inside that clothed prison is about to be unshackled. 

The wait was worth it and the both of you are now in such a vulnerable state that a single touch would make a writhe or shiver as sensitivity is the culprit. Yeji’s fingers are on point and dexterous as expected—the way she danced her hands around your shaft, stroking it in a corkscrew motion is making you feel such bliss that’s unmatched and god, the scene is just hot.

You never thought the sight of the both of you masturbating would be so damn arousing and thought it was just some myth but yet again, hypocrisy is eliminated within the time being.

“God—you really can’t wait, huh?” 

“How can I? We need to mutually feel the same.” Yeji knows her pursuit against your aching beast wasn’t going to bother you, but rather the opposite. Her strokes were going livid as you groan with the lack of lubrication but it was exchanged by the pleasure that she gives you and of course, you wouldn’t lose onto this game and did the same, possibly vibrating your fingers and you maintain such an up and down motion which inevitably elicits such visceral moan from her.

The both of you did your best with your own expertise, doing such sinful things without even the main event is honestly criminal, and you would hold onto that because you want to make use of this and you’d prove to her you’re as good as she is.

“You’re fucking dripping, Yeji—god, did I turn you on so much?” Possibly a rhetorical question or maybe not, but either way, you know she’ll be a little irritated enough to defend her claim and quit such hypocrisy.

“N-No shit—you’re that talented too, huh?” You smile with her inadvertent compliment as you avert your eyes through her clothed crotch and it’s being ruined with her own doing, leaving such a masterpiece of clothing worthless, spoiled with her own juices.

“A natural, more likely—ah!” You yelp with Yeji’s sudden squeeze of your shaft in between her strokes as you glare at her playfully, her face then forming such a seductive smirk then a little scoff with your confidence. 

“You’re cocky too? God, you’re such a rare gem.”

A rare find, you suppose which is truly the truth—you’ll prove to her that there’s no one she can find that will be better than you. Your impatience is growing thinner by the second even with such a hot mess between both your crotches, and you’d let her know about your frustrations and needs.

“Yeji, I need to fuck you now.”

The tone is commanding, your face stern and her eyes widen with those simple words of need. Your eyes meet hers and they never lie—those glowing orbs of yours didn’t cease the exhilaration you’re feeling and she’s the one to blame. 

As much as it hurts for the both of you to stop, it will be rewarding once the climax settles in for such a spectacular show.

“How would you want me?” Yeji’s voice was bubbly but still hinting at that lace of seduction, being the alluring vixen that she is. 

“Strip that skirt, lay onto your stomach, and lastly, feet onto the floor.”

She is as thrilled as you are, and immediately puts up a show but doesn't go further without a question for such clarification, “Don’t you wanna see me naked?”

You would want to, but not now.

“Just the skirt, please. Everything else, on.” Commanding and straight to the point, just how you wanted all along. 

There were no complaints or the fact she’s abstaining from this command of yours, and in fact, it maybe even made it hotter. The way she’s seductively teasing and pulling her zipper until gravity does the job, it’s just a sight to behold and the final product left you in awe: the ruined black silk panties in such alongside the scribbled pattern of her stocking that just made the sight sizzle it complete heat that she emanates (figuratively).

“Like what you see?” She turns around then again, showing you her perfect figure all with your eyes to feast on as you were a step away from your final prize.

“Yes, now please turn around and lay on your stomach like I said.”

Your imperative nature sets herself in a position of reluctance but then shifts onto an immediate opposite. She does what she was told and wiggles her ass leisurely to invite you with a temptation to ruin her and even though if she won’t be vocal about it, you'd make it so that she won't be able to walk until the next day.

Yeji looks back onto her shoulder and lets out such profanity words, “Make a mess out of me—I don’t break easily.”

You won’t be convinced until you try it yourself but looking at her robustness and skills earlier, you might have to be biased with your judgment. “We’ll see about that.”

Completely kicking your garments to god knows where, you’re now in a better state of control as you tease her wet folds, earning a whimper that becomes uncontrollable as soon as you sink your finger against her raging heat. 

You can’t wait no more, you absolutely can’t because you’re dying to know what she feels like and with her last bit of defense out of your way, it’s time to do the unthinkable.

Now parting her supple legs with your hands, your eyes feast on her impeccable figure then onto that delicious cunt that’s making you drool. Unable to contain your enjoyment and your fantasies against her, you caught her by surprise with an unexpected twist—probably the twist that you’re involved in would be your tongue lathering her folds and tasting the escaping nectar that she produces.

It was succulent and you dived in it easily as the musky, floral scent of her tight cunt invites you, and you didn’t waste time as this was a golden opportunity. You wanted to tease her just for the sake of stimulation, playing a game with her ramping orgasm building up but you’d reckon the opposite and such pace ensued impatiently.

“Fuck! Such a t-talented mouth—fuck!” Yeji’s whines were coherent enough for you to increase the pace and double your efforts—you wish to let her reach her denied climax earlier with your fingers and your mouth. It wasn’t far off as you can feel her juices forming a rivulet onto her labia and spreading onto your chin and mouth, knowing how incredibly close she can be. She calls you repeatedly, gripping the sheets tight enough to rip it but it can’t and you eat her out with an effort that no one can rival.

A single wail is what it took before she screams, and there goes your long-chased win within a second away—

“I’m going to cum—” Surprisingly short and articulate, you let her give everything she has and there she goes—

Yeji’s orgasm comes in quickly as soon as she mutters those desperate words, and she immediately lays waste as she constantly spews liquid after liquid onto her sheets which instantly gets ruined. The both of you didn’t care about it but rather mind your own business while you still extended her climax, achieving such heights of her vocals.

“God—just fuck m-me now, please…”

Your cock is aching and throbbing in need, and with the penultimate action making her see such stars, it’s time for the last and the main event to take place.

You ask her if she’s in good condition and she didn’t bother to assure you, so with her green light, you stepped onto the throttle and gave in to your deepest, carnal desires.

Standing up, you then give her backside a last look before you plunge your length inside her wet hole and immediately groan with its tightness, feeling like her walls are gripping your shaft with a Herculean effort that probably was the blessing in disguise. 

“You’re fucking tight, Yeji—this feels just right.” And it is too right to be true, and you love it.

“Stretch me out—fuck, you’re crazy.”

Lust ignites you and it serves such an everlasting fuel for what’s bound to happen, and you give in just like that. You started off slow, letting her get accustomed to your length as you bury the entirety of your shaft then withdraw with just the tip inside, showing such penetration that could make any girl’s mind go haywire.

It’s starting to get to her slowly in every thrust you do—the utter pleasure your cock brings was phenomenal and with her small whines could determine how she’s really feeling deep inside. She grips onto the bedsheets like her life depends on it and it’s only going to get better once you manage such a pace that will make her think of you and you only.

Her cunt tightens once you spanked that pristine skin of hers and then called out to let her know something, “I’ll own this cunt until you see the stars above, do you understand?”

Between her wails of pleasure is her ephemeral nod with your question, unable to speak up due to the stimulation that’s coursing through her. Every stroke you do causes such slaps that adds to the orchestra of her moans that can be possibly heard outside as her room is too puny to shackle such sinful sounds of sex. You grip her hips harshly and increase your pace, making you moan on how she clenches her velvety walls once your length hits it balls-deep inside her.

“Want me to be rough, Yeji?” You hammer your hips in a velocity that’s making her brain in shambles, unable to mutter a response after a second in which you didn’t like.

A small punishment would do the job, but this is rewarding for her and a statement by yours. “I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

Her breaths are ragged between your thrusts as she cries with your immediate barrage of spanks, causing her to finally answer you even with her mind unable to achieve such clear articulacy. “Yes, p-please—I want it, ow!”

Another spank onto those pristine skin of hers never fails to make you throb with how it jiggled with such harshness, and the marks that’s finally imprinted on the soft skin tells such roughness. As she grows accustomed with your length due to her repeated chants of pleasure, you quickly opted for what could raise such an experience.

If her mind is ultimately clouded with you and can’t think straight, then you’re the opposite, clearly adapting to the situation.

“Yeji…”

“Wha—ooh! Mffh—mmh!” Ragged breaths leave her mouth as she struggles to breath with what you’ve done—you opted for a leverage that asserts your domination over her making the long, black lace at the back of her neck deemed as a leash rather than an aesthetic of her outfit. She probably liked the fact of such risking playing between life and death thanks to the asphyxiation and it didn’t stop you, but rather prove a point. 

“You like being choked and used, slut?” Your words just made Yeji elicit more moans as she’s being tamed, controlled by you and god, the way she’s creaming against your rapidly ramming length tells you about her satisfaction. The sheets will probably rip off no matter how durable they are and lastly, it will be soaked with her own juices and that’s thanks to your own doing. Her feet then raise up in the air as you give a better angle of penetration, switching between the black lace and onto her legs for leverage.

Even though she's barely stripped from her clothing, her clothes really compliments her figure and you’d like to take this mental picture and etch it on the deepest parts of your brain—something worth remembering until the end of time. The way that she's a disheveled, ruined mess right now just fuels you to break her in half and you’re not going to stop until you’ve fulfilled such destiny.

You wanted your hands to be occupied onto something and not being idle most of the time and with such a completely ruined mess of a girl she is now, you’d love to add more of it. You then grab her wrists and command her to arch her back, in which she complies and immediately, your hands reach onto those perky breasts of hers with the clothing still in the way. You caress them and Yeji can vouch she could feel such intensity even with such stellar clothing being a nuisance but there’s nothing to worry about, not when you’re giving her absolutely everything to feel.

You didn’t stop there as you leaned your frame closer to her while hammering her tight cunt repeatedly and utter the words, “This cunt is mine now, Yeji.”

She nodded and exclaimed a faint yes as you gave her pecs onto her shoulders, letting her know how much you love every single inch of hers and how you’re marking your own territory. Between your kisses is a feeling that something’s building up and you can feel it with the way her walls pulsate around your shaft—you know she's close and it’s up for you to let her wants prevail.

There wasn’t any choice and you love to see Yeji writhe as you give her such thrusts before her cardinal end. 

“I know you’re dying to cum—” You invite her to give in as she moans with your words, urging such a release that could let her see the things you wanted her to have a sight of. “—so cum on this cock. Cum for me.”

Your words act like a lever that opens up her reservoir and it feels like a tsunami surging around your length. With multiple cries to spare, you wanted to make her feel something exquisite while achieving her own orgasm, letting you finger avert her chin facing you, against her shoulder as you kissed her lips intimately. Time felt slow as the both of you locked lips and to ride off her high, you slowed down because you still wanted her to feel such intense gratification through her awaited climax.

“I n-never felt that good in my entire life.” Yeji’s breaths were jagged, as she recovers from her orgasm even with your lengthy still penetrating and possibly destroying her insides. Even with a possibly mind-fucked Yeji, she knew what you wanted all along and didn’t hesitate to ask you about it. “Aren’t you close?”

“Well, if you didn’t cum, I would’ve come first.”

An audible gasp resonated in your ears as it piqued her willingness to help you, and it was evident in her tone. “I could feel it too—just fuck me silly again and just cum.”

She recovered fast because of the evident change of her tone, and you, still a bit puzzled and hesitant knowing she may want a load deep inside her. “Don’t want it inside—”

“Then do it in my mouth—you fucking which hole is now your choice.”

Her invitation is just persuasive and alluring and it never fails you to fall a victim for. Knowing how she wanted it, as much as you wanna bother such another session being between her legs, you’d want to fulfill her wants and it’s safer with the help of a great oral ending.

“On your knees then, and open your mouth. I’m going to fuck your face.” You let her position and prepare herself for what's about to come as surprisingly, her legs are still working fine after all of the havoc you’ve brought into her.

Yeji closes her eyes, her mouth agape, ready for the taking as you stroke your length in its absolute vigor and there she goes, taking you again for the second time. This time, you take control by grabbing her ponytail that’s shockingly intact even with the ruckus you made her be in earlier. She’s taking you like a good girl as you ram into her face with abandon, skin slapping signaling the constant harshness you bring and it is perfect. She gagged and you didn’t care, yet she managed to tame it but wasn’t successful as always—you praised her attempts and wasn’t close to being futile. Her nails dug into the skin of your thighs as she let it be the leverage onto your constant rummage in her throat, and she welcomed every thrust with a gleeful demeanor, locking her gaze towards you.

She cries, tears running down her cheek as she was a disheveled mess and you’re proud of what you’ve done. You could feel the familiar sensation tingling near your stomach and a better way to end such a monumental note is giving everything you can. 

The unstoppable force meets the immovable object, as such velocity is unparalleled, hammering her tight throat like it’s her cunt and within seconds from her last gag you could feel everything coming down to this moment. Here it goes: Yeji chokes yet manages to keep your length all the way in, you groaning and calling her name like a chant and of course, the awaited climax that filled her throat up to the brim. You stayed for five more seconds, burying your length as her arms writhe with her repeated gags and then, pulls out immediately, strings of saliva adding to the mess she is and of course, the image of Yeji almost choking out your load but manages to compose herself to swallow it all, humming gleefully as she not get to taste the entirety of your delicious load.

“Like I said—it’s fucking delicious—hah.” The both of you caught your own breaths yet Yeji shows the struggle evidently. Still on her knees, she managed to show what you’ve done as your reward and the last thing you just saw her go is gulp down all of it in one go, into her stomach. She initiated the last dance with her hands grabbing your shaft, then directing it onto her mouth in order to clean the mess she made onto it. You groan with the sensitive surge she brings you, thankfully her tongue doing the work but you don't complain as within seconds, she ends her oral assault and it makes you feel spectacular for a long while.

You cup her cheeks, admiring the glamorous mess you made in which she unhesitantly neaten with her utmost capabilities. “You’re so damn pretty, Yeji.”

“You too.”

It was mutual at this moment and you never knew it would end like this but her voice wants to tell you that something isn’t over, yet.

“Help me clean up?”

And it was a hint, just out of curiosity, you’ll probably pull the trigger because how can you not refuse her invitation?

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After countless sleepless nights and tumultuous days, you find yourself at the top of the world, and what better way to end this is just to go home, lay down and reminisce what a day this has been.

“The lights are pretty, huh?” Yeji interrupts your moment with her voice, and she locks her eyes towards yours, staring deeply into your soul as you fall onto it yet manage to snap back to reality.

“Yeah, it is—also, I just can’t comprehend how we ended up this way.” Yeji’s on the same boat as you and you could feel it in your nerves. This felt like a fever dream and you loved every second of it.

“Maybe that’s how destiny works, huh?”

You scoff, as your lips curled up a faint smile and muttered, “Maybe it is and yeah, I should leav—”

“Leave?” Yeji pouts as she inches herself closer onto yours, holding your wrist as her tone hints at her disappointment. “Don’t you wanna bother and stay just for this night?”

You can’t resist her, you absolutely can’t as you don’t want to be the bearer of bad news that will make her feel awkward.

You have a choice and you’ll stick with that… in her favor.

You smile sincerely, and Yeji’s holistic demeanor appears, “Okay, how can I resist you?”

“Up for you to find out.”

Maybe she was good, but honestly, she’s great. She is partly a monster and partly an angel, and you’ll live in those worlds together as you find your soulless heart beating rapidly for the first time in a long while.

You’re completely invigorated, and you’ll embrace this new chapter that opened.

“She’s good, she’s good—she’s great.”

---

You continue ruminating about the day you’ve had, and every moment was worth remembering. You smiled in your victorious attempts, which is having her number on your phone and sleeping with her through the night. As Yeji does her hygiene in the bathroom, a buzz on your phone piques your attention, and it was no other than the devil that made yourself look like an angel despite what you descended yourself into.

kim_chaewon on 23:15 - “Guess I shouldn’t have doubted you huh? Well done with the second phase, meet me tomorrow afternoon for further details. Enjoy your night for now—we’re still not done.”

She received it damn well minutes ago and made her eat up her words, but you’re still clearly within the base of the iceberg, and you’re still starting your remarkable journey.

“Hah… Of course we aren’t…” There was no surprise with that as you muttered in response to her text.

Yet there are multiple questions lingering in your mind: How did she know about this? How would she know if you’re lying or not? What may happen tomorrow? How long will this take? 

You could never answer those unless you figure things out, and let Chaewon introduce you to more of what’s possible between both worlds: you and everyone else’s, including hers.

[revelboo]

Rambles/ clarification of my nonsense

• I just wanted to go ahead and clarify something before you guys make the connection between the TF One Megatron fic and the latest Thundercracker bit and start asking. First off, I have a fated mate series I write. I do love that trope, but I have an issue with how it’s handled sometimes so I will gently poke fun at it from time to time.

• I don’t like the insta-love eyes meeting across a room and falling hopelessly in love that some novels incorporate. I prefer love/affection to be earned over time through actions. Insta-love always comes across to me as losing a piece of yourself to another person, losing free will. Instant attraction or lust? I can work with that, tie it to a sense of belonging that keeps dragging you into that person’s gravity whether you want to be there or not. Just because it’s fated doesn’t mean it’s perfect or easy. I want the characters to clash, to fight that sense of need and maybe even resent that bond at first. Slowly building up trust and getting to know each other.

• If I write more TF One characters, I’ll probably use fated mates in that universe because I’m a gremlin and I like writing conflict. I wouldn’t mind writing that version of Starscream, B127, or Optimus Prime at some point.

• This blog started as a venting space. I needed to work on manuscripts, but I was so burnt out and my usual tactic of just swapping to a different project wasn’t working. I’d open the documents and just stare at the screen in dread. So, I wrote a silly little Starscream snippet, because I used to write fanfiction on FFN years ago under a different handle. And I missed writing silly, self indulgent nonsense that didn’t have to be perfect. The quick bullet point snippets I do are actually how I quickly get scenes down to expand later.

• I only meant to make a few characters and scenarios and then go back and start fleshing them out like a properly formatted story. Then you guys started asking questions, asking about different characters. So I just kept going, because I honestly missed writing for fun, for myself. Nothing serious, just telling a story to amuse myself. I needed an outlet for the stress and this is it.

• So, thank you guys so much. I’ll keep these going as long as folks want to read them, because I really did miss the Transformers community. There’s a sense that when you swap to professionally writing, you’re not supposed to keep doing the fanfiction stuff. You’re supposed to grow up and just write novels, nothing else. And that’s why I stopped ten years ago, but this makes me happy. I can do both and it’s not like I follow normal writing rules anyway. I’ve been told my writing can be too visceral, too much like a stream of consciousness instead of a literary work. That used to bother me, but that ship’s not only sailed, it caught on fire and sank with no survivors. Never been great at following rules anyway.

• And maybe someone else needs to hear that. You don’t have to stop what you enjoy because it’s ’unprofessional.’ Keep it separate, but keep doing it if it makes you happy. It shouldn’t be a trade off.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

miss oranje's faves: self-recs edition

i'm not used to praising myself bc i am my biggest hater, not my biggest fan, but i was tagged by the lovely @gothcsz to participate in @jolapeno 's 'tootathon' challenge, and i originally was going to pass up the opportunity butttt i suppose i'll *try* to say nice things about myself but i love the people in this fandom so i always enjoy participating in the fun, particularly something that promotes positivity when fandoms can be so toxic sometimes. honestly, i might need to steal this idea and make a positivity challenge for the resident evil fandom (which is what i primarily write for) because we are in need of good vibes…

*because my blog is multi-fandom, my masterlist is getting big overall, so i'm going to link my javi fics and my joel fics (along with my liztober '24 because there are a couple other pedro character fics on there)

i haven't been a part of the pedro pascal fandom for long, so my work here is limited, but i will share a few things:

it's never over (javi p x reader) - a two part fic (part one is from javi's perspective, part two is from reader's)

I really liked the concept for this fic and it was something that I wrote bits and pieces of for a while. I tried to change it to a single pov because i think i’m not someone who does well with pov switches like this, but it never captured the full scope of the story i wanted to tell when i tried to make it only javi’s or only reader’s. Ultimately, while i’d like to add onto this fic because i would like to expand upon reader’s pov, i like the story that i told in the end (i love angst). Maybe there will be a part 3…

2. and for dessert? (javi p x reader) - a short, mildly smutty story about javi and a housekeeper at a hotel

i hated this fic for a while because i got caught up in the numbers but i reread it last night and i was like, ‘okay, the concept is incredibly silly, but i guess in some way, that’s the point’. Anyway, when i looked back and stopped focusing on the numbers, i realized that i actually really like this fic, and probably wouldn’t change anything about it.

3. anniversary antics (joel x reader) - joel and his wife getting it on ... heavy breeding kink here

i wrote this in an hour or so. it just came to me. straight from the smutty brain (which is rare). this is one of the few fics of mine that i re-read and actually think 'oh this is hot'!

4. everything's bigger in texas (joel x reader) - for my liztober celebration! reader loses her virginity to joel and it's a sweet and short smut.

this is my second most popular tumblr post of all time (so it doesn’t need promo here), which is very funny because i almost didn't post this at all. i thought the size kink might be too basic and overdone but i also really wanted to write an 'older' reader as i have a tendency to write younger readers (which is partially because i am 24 and have never been older than 24 vs i have been 21 etc.) and i wanted to get away from the typical innocent virgin thing.

and also, we're gonna get personal here... i'm pretty sure i have vaginismus and so it's really really difficult to have sex. i've been shamed or questioned rather than reassured during situations where i struggle or am entirely unable to. reader in this fic was not specified to have vaginismus because i was trying to keep it light and smutty, flipping it around into a size kink, but it was a bit healing to write tbh. 

I’m pretty sure everyone has already been tagged but i’ll tag some of my mutuals just in case:

@clawdee @evolnoomym @baronessvonglitter @the-mandawhor1an

[subzeroparade]

*chant* New fic! New fic! New fic!

So excited you’ve posted a new ER fic, and with a teaser for more to come! 🎉🎉🎉

Since it’s been awhile, maybe I poke your brain on what your thoughts on the DLC are (game play, lord, sceneries, anything you’d like to share with us really)? Has it changed your headcanon on any of the characters, or did you find ways to incorporate the new lores into your interpretations? Most importantly, did you have fun?

*tagged for spoilers but just in case - spoilers •‿•*

Did I enjoy it? YES. Did I have qualms with some gameplay bits? YES but I’m a filthy casual on NG+2 or something and generally Not Good at Game. But I beat it. 

As for lore, it’s really a mixed bag. There’s a ton of stuff I’m delighted to have new or expanded lore for - Marika’s origins, Belurat and the entirety of Hornsent culture, Godwyn’s Death Knights, BAYLE???? VILE BAYLE!!!! etc etc (sometimes I listen to Igon’s voice lines just to psych myself up for real life). There are things I need to adjust my headcanon for a little, as well - St Trina, for example, has always been a facet of Miquella himself to me, a sort of alter ego he willingly takes on, which is how I enjoyed writing her in fic. To have her elaborated here as a separate person means taking that a little further if I write him/her/them again, but I think the parallel it draws between Marika/Radagon is hugely interesting as well.  

iirc there are a couple of instances in the base game where lore almost contradicts itself, but I think in some cases the DLC got a little sloppy. The timeline is also way foggier to me now than it was previously. I was a big fan of the idea that Messmer was entirely unknown to his siblings, written out of history after the Crusade (predating Marika ushering in the Golden Age of the Erdtree), but that contradicts the lore we get on Gaius and Radahn as they’re both personally acquainted with Messmer, and makes me wonder which of the other demigods might’ve been aware of him, and under what pretences might they have met. It makes for a lot of fic ideation, but I’m of the opinion that if you’re writing fic, sticking too closely to (the sometimes unhelpful) lore will stultify the work; so I’m trying to pluck little instances of new lore that interest me to bolster the story I want to tell.  

Like most of the fandom I have a huge beef with Promised Consort Radahn, and I’m still struggling with how to work that into my headcanon. To me, there is simply no reason for it. There are no indications of it in the base game, and you have to tie yourself into continuity knots for it to make any sense - and that’s just bad writing. I’m not against retconning things if they serve a purpose, but this was neither useful nor necessary (nor well done), and that’s fundamentally disappointing for a Fromsoft game. The more people aggressively try and justify it, the more I feel like the potential explanations unravel. If we’re going along with the assumption that Miquella *needs* a lord to ascend, we’ve had Candidate #1 since the base game: Godwyn. Half of what we know about base-game Miquella is that he spent time and resources trying to grant Godwyn some form of peace, while his hideous fate hangs over the narrative in perpetuity. And we give Radahn closure literally in the first act of the game. I’m a firm believer in Miquella knowing 100% what he’s about, but in this singular instance blinded by love for Godwyn and an all-consuming desire to *fix this* by resurrecting some nightmarish, malformed version of him. There’s so much juicy story to be told in Miquella refusing to acknowledge the thing he brought back is not his brother, and for all that godhood and remaking the world into utter passivity can do, it can’t retrieve Godwyn’s irretrievable soul. All that to say, I’d even take Malenia as his promised consort - it would made more sense than Radahn, too.

Anyway tldr I don’t have to think about how disappointing that is now, because the fic I’m working on is around Marika’s ascension, and more specifically Messmer and Melina’s upbringing. There’s another on the backburner but I’m on the fence about it since it hasn’t reached an outline stage yet, and I don’t start anything unless I am 100% sure I know how to finish it, and finish it well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Ty for the ask! As is the case with me, the rest of my musings on the lore come through in fic writing, because those are the texts dumps I’m good at. Here’s a little (young) Melina and Messmer wip as thanks. 

[gutsby]

Guts you are a fucking insane writer and I'm so grateful we have you, like your works are absolutely incredible they are hot but also like lyrical.. so beautifully written.. you know? Thank you for sharing with us. do you have any advice for someone who has wanted to give writing fics as an outlet a try but feels like they're not creative or talented enough? Tips/tricks sorta thing? Love u madly deeply

FIRST, I LOVE YOU.

SECOND, thank you so much!!! I’m so so glad you enjoy my brainrot stories and I hope to keep them coming for y’all!! 🥹🩷🩷

THIRD, THAT’S SO EXCITING!!!! Fic writing (or any kind of creative writing, really) is the fucking best, and I’d be happy to share some tips!! Pick and choose whichever ones speak to you, but I hope these can be of some use 😩

No matter what you or anyone else says/thinks, YOU ARE CREATIVE AND TALENTED ENOUGH. Wherever your writing goes, whatever you choose to do with it, is enough. I know writing (and sharing your ideas) can seem daunting, but please don’t ever count yourself out of an opportunity just because you’re worried your work won’t be up to snuff!!

READREADREADREADREADREAD! READ!!! Not only fanfic, but flash fiction, short stories, novellas, novels, ANYTHING. I cannot overstate the importance of being an avid, active reader when it comes to improving your own writing. I sometimes struggle to find the time to read and write and work and live life, so I try to set reasonable goals. If nothing else, I read at least 5 pages per day of the book I’m reading, or I pick a short story and go with that. Lately I’ve been trying to expand the kinds of short stories I read, so I have a handful of websites to find what I like: (I’m on mobile so apologies if the formatting below is fucked 😭)

Project Gutenberg (good for finding classics and other popular stories)

The New Yorker (free 30-day trial and I think you get a few stories for free every month after ??)

Lightspeed (I’m not big on sci-fi/fantasy but trying to branch out!)

This loooooong list of literary magazines - not all are free, but many of them are

Write on the Tumblr app (or Notes). I may be one of the only freaks that does this, but I write every single one of my stories on mobile. I just prefer it to typing on a computer. It also may help with making the writing process seem less scary - at least for me, something I’m typing up on my phone doesn’t feel as “important” or intimidating as sitting down to stare at a blank computer screen or paper!

Find a beta reader/share with friends. I haven’t done this myself because I’m a PUSSY and still kinda scared to share my stories with people I know, but getting feedback from a semi-neutral third party can help improve your writing a ton! And also may be less scary than dropping your first fic to a whole online audience if you haven’t done it before !!

Follow whatever the fuck you feel inside at the moment and run. And run. And run. Seriously. I’ve heard this referred to as ‘pantsing’ (?), and it may not work for everyone, but I think some of my best stories came from a single dumbass idea (or even a line) that I let flow and grow and be whatever my brain wanted it to be. No planning or outlining. With ‘Cowboy Killers’ I just really, really, really wanted to use the line, “I’m gonna lay this motherfucker out” and have Reader throw a drink in Joel’s face, and that was it. No thoughts, just profanity and dumb, drunk antics. Don’t be afraid to start somewhere strange or random or really simple and build your story from there.

Speak your dialogue. Something that can be particularly tricky starting out is getting your dialogue to sound like real people are speaking it. You can have characters pontificating and waxing poetic all day long, but the truth is that most of us don’t talk in super long, flowery monologues. We use slang and sentence fragments and sometimes totally nonsensical sayings, and we struggle to find our words. Feature those things in your dialogue, and it should sound more natural, especially when you’re saying it out loud to yourself while you write.

I think this tip is from Stephen King (whose book on writing, cleverly titled On Writing, has some fantastic insight if you want more tips), but when it comes to picking an ending for your story, don’t go with the first one you think of. Odds are your reader is going to be thinking the same thing as you, and it’s nice to give them a little surprise if you can ;-)

There are SO many more pieces of advice you’ll glean over the years—just be patient with this process and with yourself and try to have fun with it!!! Alright shutting the fuck up now I hope this was helpful! Best of luck with your writing!!! 🫶🏼🩷🩷

[yan-lorkai]

Good afternoon, Lorkai! I’d like to know your thoughts on how some of the twst boys would handle a darling that used to be a musician? If it’s alright, I’ll leave the choice of boys up to who ever you feel most inspired to write for. Thank you for all of the great yandere content!

*･゜ﾟ Characters: Lilia V, Kalim A, Epel F.

*･゜ﾟ A/N: I just remembered when I finished writing that the octotrio had a band in middle school lol so, maybe if someone wants to read ofc, this fic can have a part two. Also thank u darling, I'm glad that you like my content 🥺❤️

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Oh, you used to be a musician? If you're comfortable with that, Lilia would love to hear you play and maybe even have a duet with you, following every chord and note with his guitar. Sometimes, you can even hear him humming the song you play softly and the sound is very harmonious.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, 'used' is past tense and indicates that you no longer play / are no longer a musician. And Lilia builds a thousand and one theories and invents explanations for it, eventually he voices his thoughts and asks you why you don't play anymore. If it's insecurity or lack of motivation he can help you overcome them, he can even help build your confidence again. Lilia would offer words of encouragement and and help you put together a schedule to practice. He would remind you that your love for music is valid and that it's never too late to pursue your passion again, as an immortal he knows true talent when he see it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Also he's like your number one fan, the kind of fan who buys all your CDs and merchandise.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But if it's because you don't like playing anymore / want to pursue another profession, Lilia respects your decision. He still wants to play with you sometimes and he would love to hear if you have any compositions of your own, he would have heart for eyes while listening to you and probably was going to brag to anyone about how his lover is such an amazing musician.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Kalim, sweet Kalim, when you tell him you used to be a musician he wants to know absolutely everything. He wanted to know what kind of instruments you played, if you sang, if you've composed any music, if you've played in front of a giant audience, how you got interested in music, how you became a musician, things like that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Music for him is a way of expressing yourself and he would love to hear what kind of music you play. He would shout your name and clap and cheer you on if you played, but if you decide not to play that's fine you can just enjoy the good food and the time you spend together at his parties.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He would love for you to stop by the Music Club sometimes to watch him rehearse and play, and if you know how to play the drums, he would like to exchange tips and tricks on how to play better. And he would use every tip and trick to improve and play his hometown songs for you, hoping you would feel the same as him, light and happy following the upbeat rhythm.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Epel, like Kalim, would ask so many questions about your journey as a musician, about your experiences, challenges that you faced, and what initially drew you to music. He like to hear it all while you guys run errands or spend time together. If you doubt about your skills though, he's already proclaiming how talented you are and how he loves you for trying something and being so good at it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He doesn't play any instruments but he is more than happy to see how you take care of yours, supporting you if you want to try playing again and are a little rusty. Epel could take you to Pomefiore where lots of students sharp their skills by practicing to expand your horizons, to show you something new while you listen to them play. And he's sure Vil wouldn't have a problem letting you practice with them since you used to be a musician.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Epel doesn't know if this helps you, but he would massage your hands and shoulders after you play trying to make you relax and get rid of tension. He would tell you whenever you have talent and absolutely love to hear you play, and if you ever want to return to your career as a musician, know that he will be by your side to support and help you in any way he can.

[galeorderbride]

Requests open!

Now that I approach the tail ends of my long fics, I'm opening up my blog for fic requests.

Please note: Some topics I write either for requests or my own work will have dark subject matter. I always tag as detailed as possible, but if you are not comfortable with darker themes, I’d suggest not interacting.

For now, I'm sticking to just Baldur's Gate 3, but I will expand later. Just use my ask box titled Your Desire? OR send me a direct message.

To see already done fics, refer to my Masterlist.

I'm pretty open to writing most types of content, but just to be clear, here is a layout of what I will and won't write, and characters I will write for:

Will Write:

SFW and NSFW (including smut, themes of violence/disturbing content)

Fluff, Angst, Smut, most of the common fanfic tags.

Headcanons

GN!Tav / F!Tav

GN!Reader / F!Reader

GN!OC / F!OC (send me pics so I know what they look like!)

Will Write Sometimes:

I will write certain kinks (honestly depends what it is, if you have a specific one in mind, we can discuss it!)

Dubcon/noncon, again, in certain contexts. Just ask me about it and I'll see if I feel ok writing it :)

Dead Dove type of stuff is complicated, both smut and non-smut. I don't imagine I will get these types of requests much, but if I do, don't be afraid to discuss it with me! I just like to know specifics first.

Note: even if I do say no, there is no judgement from me. I just know my limits and I won't write something I don't also enjoy at least a little. My inbox is a safe space :)

Won't write:

Underaged/minor characters in NSFW situations, including non-sexual violence against them.

Bestiality or anything involving animals in NSFW situations, including non-sexual violence against them.

| Gale | Zevlor | Rolan | Wyll | Gortash | Oathbreaker Knight | Dark Urge (Origin) | Rugan | Raphael |

Note: these are the main people I am comfortable writing for, as in, confident I can get their characters accurately. But if there is someone else you think of, feel free to ask!

I hope I was as clear as possible! But ask questions if you have them! I'm excited to start some requests! Thanks to anyone who is interested <3

[ddelline]

free-for-all (wips) friday

blurb | alright so an adsr update is still a lil aways, hence posting this as a sneak peak (of new! writing! finally!) editing the bulk of the prev posted 33k (which is now at 36k, yikes lol) took up the majority of my time, and I ended up lagging behind

premise | road trip! the first bit, which serves as a sort of of a calm before the storm-bit. we'll also be seeing some action in this one. queue dramatic music (or some shit) verrry short in comparison to my usual wip postings, but I don't wanna get ahead of myself and reveal tooooo much

The journey down to Nagoya is an exercise in restraint. Satoru would be surprised, but it feels futile to try and conquer and divide among his emotions, considering he’s already expanding a great deal more than he’d do for literally anything else. 

The convoy pitches stops at several checkpoints along the route South. They make Satoru and Yūji get out at the first two, flash their IDs and recite where they’re headed and why. Yūji is restless with energy, shifts his weight between his feet and tilts forward whenever he’s addressed.

Satoru, for his part, and in contrast to Yūji—slouches, drawls his syllables long and makes himself a bit more caustic with each unnecessary interruption. It’s one thing to halt the caravan and inspect its contents, but wasting precious time—time no one has, least of all Satoru and Yūji—on subjecting them to a rote inspection protocol each and every time—it’s grating.

“Gojō-sensei,” huffs Yūji—who seems less and less inclined to let Satoru off the hook with each passing minute—once they get back on the road. “You could be a little less harsh, no?”

Satoru quirks an eyebrow. “Who’s being harsh?”

Yūji’s expression turns deadpan. “C’mon, sensei.”

Satoru relaxes into the steely side of the truck. He doesn’t say anything. It eventually prompts Yūji to continue, “They’re just trying to do their job. Same as us.”

“Same as us, huh?” muses Satoru. “That’s one way to look at it, I suppose.”

“Well, how would you look at it?” asks Yūji. It’s not particularly challenging, more genuinely inquisitive. 

Satoru glances across the cramped space; Yūji has fitted himself between a wooden crate and a pile of grain sacks. His legs splay long and loose across the floor. He’s looking far at a spot over Satoru’s head.

Satoru cracks his neck. “If the authorities were operating at a disadvantage I’d concede to your point. As it is, they’re well aware of what’s happening and when. Same as us. Wouldn’t you say, Yūji—knowing what you do—that we’re wasting a considerable amount of time? Going through all of these checkpoints; ticking all these rote, regulatory boxes—for what, exactly?”

Yūji counts off his fingers. “I mean. It’s not slowed us more than what—twenty, thirty minutes though?”

“Thirty minutes that could spell the difference between life and death.”

Yūji’s brow creases. “I—not really? Right?”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Satoru tips his glasses up to his hairline. Doesn’t miss the way Yūji’s eyes twitch wider, but can’t imagine reaching for it right now, attempt to grab it for himself to enjoy. “Every minute we’re sat here, rendered effectively useless, is a minute we’re not getting back. It’s thirty minutes spent ineffectively—thirty minutes we shouldn’t lose.”

“So use it on me,” replies Yūji promptly. He locks eyes with Satoru baldly. “Use it to—I dunno, teach me something. That’s useful, right?”

For a few seconds Satoru can’t do anything but stare. Frankly, he’s becoming a bit tired with himself—with how effectively he’s rendered mute, sometimes, when Yūji turns his sincerity up to a T, lays it belly-up for Satoru to stare at, try to make sense of.

“Sensei?” prods Yūji.

Satoru puffs a breath he hadn’t realized was stocking in his chest. “You’re something else, you know.”

Yūji rolls his eyes.

“No indulging me, huh.” Satoru arches an eyebrow. “Well, in that case—walk me through yours and Megumi’s infiltration op, would you?”

[lucksea]

actually no u know what. out of mercy i will post my kind-of story bible for ultraman showtime........ as an apology for my inability to write things . heres my loose ideas for my beautiful world

Ultraman Showtime is a story following four young Ultras as they try to navigate through the turbulence of life and discover who they want to be.

Allegro is a clone created by Belial to be his successor. His experiment was deemed a failure and he was abandoned on a planet of monsters several thousand years ago. He was recently discovered by the inhabitants of M78, and is eager to meet new people after spending his whole life alone. He is gentle and sensitive, but his emotional outbursts tend to be literally explosive. His inability to use his energy powers properly is considered something like a disability.

Marize is an energetic Ultra who finds more fulfillment in combat than in science or healthcare, to the chagrin of her parents. She has the ability to expertly manipulate the energies of both the space and people around her, making her incredibly powerful. She has a very straightforward view of the world and often has trouble understanding people. Her passionate nature means she can be very short-tempered.

Lyle is a young scientist who is fascinated by monsters. He has a keen interest in biology and left the Land of Light to study the creatures who often come to Earth. He can come off as distant or uninterested, but he is far more attentive than he seems. That being said, he typically finds his work more interesting than other people, so he has no interest in proving himself to others.

Zero-Two is a machine from another universe, fashioned after the legendary Ultraman Zero. After a fierce battle across the multiverse, Zero-Two is the last of its kind, thought to have been destroyed. Allegro and friends discovered it drifting through space and repaired it, giving it a new life separate from its old code. This has left it with no purpose and no sense of self. It is trying to figure out what it means to be alive.

The story would probably follow an “event of the week” format, similar to most Ultraman media, with some storylines carrying through multiple arcs. I plan to make references to other media, as well as expand on some concepts in the original source that I enjoyed but felt weren’t elaborated on enough or could have been done differently. I’d like to explore the more domestic aspect of science fiction, beyond fighting space monsters, such as the implications of growing up in an alien environment, or having unrealistic expectations placed on you from birth. 

Ultraman is a world about humans and the ways they interact with the universe, taking the form of fantastical battles and their impacts on society. While I have great respect for that story, I’d like to take a look at the other side of things and explore what it must be like for the aliens. The Ultras are gigantic, incredible creatures, akin to angels or sometimes even gods- but they’re not either of those things. They’re people. What is it like for them, to be raised with this idea that they must protect the entire universe, and sometimes more than one? What must it be like for them to pretend to be something else?

My favorite parts of Ultraman are the ones exploring the ways people can help and harm each other in both innocuous and world-changing ways. I think there are ways that I can explore this idea further while using the idea of aliens as a lens to study it. I understand that many people who are like me, in that they are somehow “different from the norm”, dislike the idea of being compared to inhuman creatures, but I’ve always found it comforting. It’s kind of cool to me, since I’ve always liked aliens and monsters and robots. I wouldn’t mind being one of them. And Ultraman is a compassionate hero who fights for peace and love. I hope the comparison here isn’t too insulting for people. I think it would be incredible to be able to help people like Ultraman does, even though it’s pretty unrealistic.

“Showtime” doesn’t have any real significance as a name. I’m, um… bad with names. I drew the three Ultras saying “It’s showtime!” as they transformed, and that seemed good enough as a title, so I stuck with it. Their own names also don’t follow any kind of consistency. Allegro was originally going to have music-themed powers, and that didn’t end up happening, but I already liked his name for him, so I never changed it. Marize’s name came to me in my classic gambit of “make a sound out loud and then make a name out of it”; my only real idea for her was that her name could sound like two different names in English, because I thought it would be funny. One of my friends named Lyle because I couldn’t come up with anything for him. Zero-Two is the only one whose name I actually took time to think of- more specifically, her second name, Zenith. Because she’s a trans character, and names are often very important to us, I wanted her name to have actual relevance to her character and story. She originally names herself after Zero, who she was created in the image of, and eventually comes up with her own name which references her origins while also making a statement about her new self- that she has risen above her former purpose.

Allegro and his friends are roughly the same age as Zero, maybe slightly younger. I wanted them to be around 20 years old, similar to my age at the time of writing this. There are a lot of teenage coming of age stories, but I’d like to write one about what it’s like to be an adult without fully understanding what that means. Because of this, Marize and Lyle probably remember Zero’s battles with Belial, given that one of them led to the whole Land of Light freezing over. I haven’t decided if I want them to have already left by then, or if I want them to leave afterwards. It kind of depends on when Showtime takes place in the timeline, which I also haven’t determined. It definitely takes place sometime after Geed, but I don’t know enough about the Heisei/Reiwa shows to decide where exactly Showtime happens yet. The easiest answer would be “present day”, but that would mean the time is always changing, so it would be better for me to pick a specific time and then work backwards from there to figure out where everyone would be. Maybe I’ll put them in America during Arc? 

But I don’t know if I want Showtime to take place in America, which I obviously have more experience with than Japan, because while I feel like I would be much more confident exploring society in that way, it might not be very faithful. I don’t know if Ultraman ever really existed anywhere other than Japan in-universe (there are a few american adaptations, but they’re very rarely acknowledged, even as far as Ultraman goes), so I’m a bit worried as to how people might take it… but I also don’t want to look like an idiot trying to write a story in Japan, especially if I try to do research and end up getting it wrong anyways. It’s important to me that I do the story justice. 

I have a lot of images in my mind of the trio on Monster Planet, studying them, but I don’t know if that works consistently with what I want out of the story. I like the idea of it, but then the rest of it doesn’t really make much sense. Why would they go to Earth if they have something to do there? Then again, I’m not sure I have much reason for them to go to Earth in the first place. I got an idea in the shower, of the Group for Extraterrestrial Relations (GETR), being a sort of global group funded by the UN in nations that have had contact with aliens. I imagine it started in Japan, and then branched outward as monsters and aliens began to appear elsewhere. Perhaps the Land of Light has some kind of contact in GETR that allowed them to send Allegro, Marize and Lyle to Earth in order to learn more about humans, and defend their given station from threats in the process. I like the idea of them having jobs or school, learning about humans through hands-on experience. It was a fun part of the Ultraman series whenever the writers acknowledged that the Ultras playing as humans may not understand everything about human culture. Maybe the Ultras of the Land of Light, knowing how involved humans have become with their efforts for peace, want to learn more about them, so they plan to send a young warrior and a young researcher to Earth to study and learn more about them, as well as help protect them. 

While this plan is in motion, Zero discovers Allegro drifting around Monster Planet, and brings him back home. While the council deliberates on what to do with him, he, Marize and Lyle hit it off, and the council decides to send Allegro with them to Earth. He’s very new to the world, but many of the Ultra warriors learned important lessons while striving to protect humanity, and they seem to value learning via combat– as seen with Zero’s exile– so I think it makes sense that they would send him off with his new friends to learn about life on Earth. They may or may not know about his tendency to explode. I haven’t decided how I want to introduce that yet. And I don’t think it’s actually that frequent of an occurrence, either, despite my jokes about it. He only does it when in very high-stress situations, and he has trouble getting it to happen on command unless in that sort of situation. He can’t really delay it that well, but he can trigger it sooner if he’s in the right headspace. It is possible for Allegro to avoid exploding, but it’s very difficult for him once his timer starts, similar to how most Ultras are bound to run out of energy soon after their timer starts flashing. Learning how to calm himself down when he’s having panic attacks, and learning to avoid them in the first place, is part of how his character will develop. Also, I feel like trying to calm down when there’s a flashing beeping light on your chest reminding you that you’re panicking and need to stop panicking would make it way harder to actually stop.

Maybe Parse could be part of GETR, one of the alien consultants for making sure humans get along with the non-violent aliens who come to Earth. Perhaps a member of GETR is assigned to each of the ultras as a sort of chaperone-slash-buddy to make sure they’re getting on alright? I think the gang should find Zero-Two while they’re on Earth, so she wouldn’t get one, at least not right away. They’d find her pieces just sort of drifting by and go collect them, then realize she’s a robot and bring her to Parse to be repaired. (Or maybe Jean-Nine finds the pieces and brings them to Parse after Hikari sends him there? I haven’t decided yet.) Once she’s complete, or nearly, they realize what she is and debate whether to call someone back on the Land of Light. Marize thinks they should report it in, Allegro is worried they’ll destroy her again and thinks they should keep her a secret. Lyle states that they’re obligated to inform the other Ultras of a possible threat, but because Zero-Two seems more confused than dangerous, they could take responsibility for her and urge the other Ultras not to destroy her. I think Allegro would be very protective of Zero-Two because of his perception of her as a fellow clone, even though that’s not exactly what she is. This makes him a similar figure for her as to what Zero was to him, as the first person to show friendship and compassion to them [although Zero and Allegro’s relationship is much more distant, as they’ve only met once or twice and Allegro kind of idolizes him, whereas Zero-Two is adopted into the group properly.] [I should note that Allegro does not consider Zero-Two to be Zero. As far as he’s concerned, she is her own individual person from the very start, and she just happens to look similar to Zero, like how he vaguely resembles Belial.] [Very vaguely. He was originally supposed to look more like Belial did pre-corruption, but then I liked how his crest and fins kind of looked like a star, so I made them bigger. I also made his eyes more square-shaped rather than diamonds or circles, so really he doesn’t look much like Belial at all. I guess that’s part of why his experiment was a failure.]

After thinking about it for a minute, I think it actually doesn’t make much sense for Lyle to have a yellow timer, even though it looks better, so I’ll have to figure out why he has one, or else people might kill me for redesigning him again. Then again, I’m redesigning Marize after making her a reference because her design doesn’t look that good, so maybe I’ll just change Lyle’s anyway. Allegro having a yellow timer makes sense, because his timer has a different function, but I think Marize and Lyle should have the classic blue-to-red timers. Maybe I can make Lyle’s eyes blue to match? But most Ultras don’t actually have matching eyes and timers, so maybe I’ll leave them as-is. I’m so used to matching colors that the idea of having their eyes and timers be different colors is hard for me to stick with, even though that’s how it’s always worked. But I do like how Geed and Rising look, with the glowing blue eyes matching their timer, it looks much more streamlined to me…

There are so many things I want to capture with my stories. The circumstances of your creation are irrelevant but your actions will impact your future and they are informed by your past. You owe honesty to nobody but yourself. You must remember that you exist in other people’s lives. You can come and go but you will always leave echoes in your wake. People will remember you. Your memory is who you are. Kindness and compassion are more powerful than violence. Violence leaves wounds that can never be fully healed, on both the victim and the perpetrator. People will always hate you and people will always love you. You have to love people. You have to love yourself, too. Basically, you have to love. Everything, everywhere, all the time, you have to be in love. With the world. The way the air tastes. The sound of the trees, and the creek, and your cat, and your neighbor’s kid who likes to play with their dog in the yard across the street, and the people at the grocery store who remember you when you come by every week. Even when it’s too hot, or too cold, or too wet, even when you feel used or ignored or disrespected, even when it’s just fuckin’ hard, you have to remember how it feels to love. That’s the most important thing. Because it’s too easy to hate. It’s easy to get angry and lash out. We can’t always let ourselves do the things that are easy.

That’s something I like about Ultraman above everything else. It’s about love. Ultraman loves humans. And usually, he loves the monsters, too. He kills them when he has to, and when he doesn’t, he finds ways to help them, or he honors their deaths. Ultraman is a compassionate hero. I feel like that’s something that’s very important to remember, an important thing to have.

Ember’s Key is also about love, of course, although in a different way. I feel like my ideas for the spinoff are even looser than the main story. Ember is connected through Zenith, when they become friends by chance, and later Marize, who seems to be a magnet in my mind for people with differing opinions. I always find myself imagining her butting heads with people. Ember herself has changed a lot since my initial idea for her, and she’s still changing, so I haven’t tried to pin down any ideas yet. Originally, she was a drag queen, but I’m not sure if that’s still true. She was going to have something of an outward, self-acceptance vibe, which would help Zenith figure her stuff out and also impact Tregear, who got added to the story later. Tregear and Marize and Zenith have some kind of nebulous ties. And then Mad Astra got added even later, which made me start thinking about a sort of game Astra and Tregear are playing. Like narrators, kind of, or maybe just observers, watching the events of Showtime unfold and messing with the four main characters however they like. I think Astra would find Zenith fascinating (partially because I think it would be fun, since one of my planned beats for Zenith is her becoming something like Normal Astra’s protege for a while before achieving her final form, and partially just because the way I write Astra, he seems like the type of person to be interested). And of course I think Tregear would be happy to mess with Marize. She’s similar to him in just enough ways, and different from him in so many more, that I think he would feel some kind of need to make her fall into darkness. He doesn’t like the idea of watching someone like him succeed where he failed.

I feel pretty bad because Ember, despite being a key character, doesn’t really have anything going on for herself yet. I’ve made a woman who is a plot device… I’m sorry Ember… I’m still looking for something for you I promise… I have a few loose ideas, like her being banished from her homeworld for some hardcore thing like treason and murder. But I haven’t decided exactly what happened yet. Just that she got banished

there's a bit more information to be found on my milanote board, which i've strung together to keep track of things (although i've almost run out of space, and i don't want to pay the premium fee, so i guess eventually i'll have to find something else to use as well). it has some relationship charts, and other boards are nestled in, so you can double click on things to see more. MOST of the characters with boards have descriptions, but not all of them.... all of this is a work in progress

[uhohbestie]

Hi! I literally JUST finished reading TAMN and it is easily one of the best scarian fics like. of all time. in my opinion. but for context i binged it for a bit at first and then took a bit of a break for my heart to recover and then came back to finish it off, so i’ve been sort of avoiding discussion about it on here as to not be spoiled until now.

That is to say i’m not sure what questions have already been asked and answered and while i’ve tried to scroll through the asks to check i’m very behind so i apologize if this has already been touched on BUT

Do you ever plan to reveal what happened with Joel, or is that something you plan to leave ambiguous? Or Lizzie? I got so attached to him during his relatively short time in the fic and my god the gunshot scene- Its going to haunt me a little not knowing if he lived or not, but I also fully understand if that’s not a question you intend to answer.

I’m also curious if they ever end up meeting with mumbo (i’m assuming that was the aforementioned “mustache man” because who else) or found pearl, also is Scott alive out there somewhere in this AU? Did Cub survive? I know I’m asking way too many questions and I don’t really expect answers to all of if any of them, but if any extra details are allowed i’d love to hear them.

Regardless thank you so much for writing this fic, it’s clear there was a lot of love poured into it and that was reflected in the absolute emotional rollercoaster it took me on. The world and the characters and the tension was all completely captivating, I felt absorbed in it all in a way I only ever really experience once in a blue moon and it’s something I cherish. This fic is always going to stick with me, and I can tell by all the fan works that have been made that I’m not the only one, so congrats on putting something out there that managed to resonate with so many people. I’m thinking about joining the discord sometime soon, but I need a minute to process the emotions I’m having over making it to the end of this fic now haha. Anyway I didn’t mean to make this into a whole essay, so thank you if you actually take the time to read my rambling, and I hope your pillow is nice and cold for you tonight :)

Aaa thank you SO much, we're both so happy that you enjoyed TAMN!! As long time long-fic readers ourselves, it was so special for us to get to write and share it, and hearing that people enjoyed it as much as they did has given us both SO much happiness. It means a lot!!! <3 <3

As for your questions!!!

Some of them we can answer, and some of then we'd like to keep vague and ambiguous on purpose. I know for a fact that writing Lizzie/Pearl's side-story is something both Key and I are champing at the bit to get to, and we're also very interested in writing some prequel portions of the Redwood compound in their earlier "establishing" phase, while also continuing to explore Scar and Grian's story (both in pre-zombie apocalypse vignettes, and in post-epilogue one-shots). Other parts we don't want to promise because admittedly it's a world that could easily expand infinitely and we are but two lowly writers, and even more is going to be left open-ended on purpose, because it invites people to get creative on their own, and that "oh my gosh, what do you think happened HERE.... do you think maybe....?" is one of the things that got us so invested in fandom and fanfic ourselves in the first place.

Which!!! (shameless segue) brings me to the TAMNcord Discord!!!

Honestly and for true, some great "what if..." conversation occurs there pretty much daily by the incredible people that TAMN has attracted. Anyone and everyone is welcome to join, and feel free to simply lurk and observe if you'd like! If that's of interest to you (or anyone reading this) then we'd love to have you!

Thank you again for reading TAMN, I'm so happy you liked it :') <3 <3 -🔒

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: foresthearts! @kiaramori has 11 fics in the Stranger Things fandom and 7 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @kiaramori:

Suspended Bridges

Consensual Catfishing

Just Because You've Done It Before Doesn't Mean You'll Do It Better

In My Head (I See a Supercut of Us)

finding a cozy place in you

I read her first Steddie fic (Suspended Bridges) as it was updating and I fell in love!! The world building and plot in that fic, compared with the writing make it absolutely irresistible. I've been reading all of her fics since then and there have been no misses! Every single one is incredible. Can't recommend them enough ❤️❤️ -- anonymous

Below the cut, foresthearts answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I heard that a lot of times when people ship things, it’s a character they project onto with a character they’re attracted to. I find that I feel both things towards Steddie: I can somewhat project onto both of them to a degree, and then I also find them both pretty attractive. So it’s the best of both worlds (lol). I also think that both Steve and Eddie are at this really cool point in their life. After high school there’s a lot of self-discovery. Finding your own independence, figuring out who you are, deconstructing the messages you were raised with, finding your path…I think that’s a really cool time to write about.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

One of my favorite tropes for this pairing is Kas!Eddie. I really like fics where Eddie is a vampire, they’re great. Another favorite trope with these two is idiots-to-lovers. I love the way both these guys can be dumbasses for different reasons.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I think miscommunication (in a playful way, not so much an angsty way) is a favorite for me. Especially oblivious!Steve. Anything I can do to maneuver Steve into a slutty little outfit and have Eddie thirsting over him, I love it. Especially when Steve has no clue Eddie is thirsting over him. I think I have that in almost every single fic I write.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I have so many, it’s hard to list just one. “Sub-culture” by palmviolet was the first Steddie fic I read, so it has a special place in my heart. I’d also say “Rock of Ages” by BoudicaMuse and “You’re Divine” by OonionChiver. One I’m reading currently is called “House of Pain” by mynameis152. It features Steve and Eddie in a group home, and I really like the exploration of both of their characters.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I have a fic I’ve half-written with Merman!Eddie and Grad Student in Marine Biology!Steve (extremely loosely based off the chinese novel Desharow Merman). I think that’s one I’d love to explore in more depth.

What is your writing process like?

My process usually starts with daydreaming up a certain scene. Then, I’ll kind of expand it from there. Sometimes, I’ll take notes or write short outlines at night to get my thoughts down. Then, I’ll usually write a first draft. Something that’s pretty stream-of-consciousness. I don’t worry about it sounding good. Then I’ll delete most of my first draft and start over with a second, keeping only the parts I like the most.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I’m not sure if other people do this, but I think a quirk of mine is how much I’ve come to enjoy rewriting things. It’s not unusual for me to write half a chapter, delete the whole thing, and then start over again. I find that I typically like the second draft a lot better than the first. When I was younger, it was such a struggle to delete things and start over. It felt like I was erasing all my hard work. But now, I just see it as part of the process.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

This is a funny question for me because my favorite way to do things was definitely how I did Suspended Bridges. I had about 80% of the plot written before I posted anything, and as I posted each chapter, I could comfortably go back and edit each chapter/add foreshadowing/add substance to the fic before posting it. But I haven’t done it that way since then; now I pretty much post things as I write them.

Which fic are you most proud of?

I think I’m most proud of Suspended Bridges, partially because it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written, so I’m pretty proud of the work that went into it. I also am pretty proud of Just Because You’ve Done it Before, Doesn’t Mean You’ll Do It Better. It’s my most recent one, and I can feel myself growing as a writer as I write it.

How did you get the idea for Suspended Bridges?

Suspended Bridges is really an amalgamation of a lot of different pieces of inspiration. I think at the time, there weren’t a ton of omegaverse fics out for the pairing. I had a lot of omegaverse headcanons for the characters and how they would fit into an alternate season four. Since there weren’t a lot of fics out at the time, I figured if I wanted something that was so specific (canon divergence, Steve being a secret omega, life-saving mating bonds, etc) then I was going to have to write it myself.

When writing Suspended Bridges, what was something you didn’t expect?

I’d have to say 1. the writing process, and 2. the reception. Firstly, it was a really unique fic for me in that it was so easy to write. It felt like the words just flowed out of me. I wrote the first 60,000 words of it largely on my phone while on vacation. I just couldn’t stop writing. It was more than I’d ever written in one sitting before. Secondly, I was not expecting the reception it got at all. It is far and away the most popular thing I’d ever written, and I was so floored at the amazingly kind comments people wrote and the way it was able to resonate with so many people.

What inspired Just Because You've Done It Before Doesn't Mean You'll Do It Better?

I really like Time Travel Fix-Its, they’re one of my favorite types of fics. I watched this clip where a comedian was talking about how if he went back in time, he’d be effectively useless. And I thought to myself, “what would it be like to have someone go back in time and kind of mess things up even more?” which is what inspired this fic. Steve’s back in season 1, trying to change the past so that things can go better…but it’s a harder job than he expects. There’s a lot that he doesn’t know, and his assumptions about the world can often cloud his judgment.

What was your favorite part to write from Consensual Catfishing?

I think my favorite part was just all the little internet references. Consensual Catfishing was really fun to write because it was a bit of a love letter to my own fandom experiences. My favorite part might’ve been in chapter 1 when we see the clip of the 1DxY/N fic parody. I was laughing pretty hard as I wrote that. I also just liked all the little clips of Hellfire’s DnD podcast. I really enjoyed writing their friendship.

How do/did you feel writing In My Head (I See a Supercut of Us)?

Uh…horny? Haha Supercut was one of the most explicit fics I’d written and so sometimes I would kind of post it while blushing bright red haha. It was fun, though. I think comedy is a bit of a niche for me. I really like to write stuff that makes me laugh, and Supercut was definitely that. Steve’s first fantasy he gets dragged into cracks me up every time.

What was the most difficult part of writing finding a cozy place in you?

I think the hardest part was just making it short. I suck at writing one-shots, I typically like leaning into the conflict of the story and making some elaborate worldbuilding. But this one I wanted to be soft and sweet, to feel a bit like curling up on the sofa with a warm cup of tea. It was a different vibe than I usually write, so it definitely stretched me.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I think one of my favorite scenes is in Suspended Bridges, when I rewrote the fight against Vecna. There were a lot of powerful moments: Max, Dustin and El all standing up to Vecna at various moments, Steve playing Dustin’s song to stop his possession….then the life-saving bond right after that. That was definitely a highlight for me.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Right now I’m mainly looking at my current projects, rather than any future ones. If there’s one I’d promote, it would be “Just Because You’ve Done it Before, Doesn’t Mean You’ll Do It Better” It’s an omegaverse time-travel fic, where a gruff alpha Steve goes back into his season 1 (unpresented) body. He wants to change the past, save Barb, and get Nancy back, but there’s a lot he doesn’t know. And things get pretty off the rails when he presents as an omega in the new timeline.

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Hiya Sophie :) I’ll start by saying that I know that this can be a bit of a sensitive topic for some people, so I hope this doesn’t come off as bait, because that’s not my intention at all.

I’d love to know what it is about Lestat bottoming and Louis topping that appeals to you? Is it your interpretation of show canon? Book canon? A mix of the two? Or is it just for fun and not particularly dependent on canon at all? The reason I ask is that I’m personally more into bottom Louis/top Lestat because - to me - that’s moreso what is implied regarding their dynamic in (show) canon. But! I’m trying to keep an open mind, and I always enjoy reading your takes so would love to hear from someone on the other side of the table so to speak. I think that sometimes we can get a little caught up in our own fandom echo chambers, and because of that it’s nice to poke our heads out every once in a while to see if our opinions can be changed and perspective can be expanded.

Apologies in advance if you’ve already answered something similar to this! And if you aren’t comfortable answering that’s completely fine. ❤️

Hi! And don't apologise, anon, it's totally fine.

Mm, I've been pretty open on here with thinking that they're vers and while I have tended to write Louis topping and Lestat bottoming in the fics I've posted so far, I've also referenced them having sex the other way around in both Steady Murmur and Ungodly Hour. The whole appeal of them to me is that their dynamic is one of push and pull, and I think that has always extended to their sexual dynamic, which is something the show depicted throughout the first season. Their roles shift in relation to what the other wants or needs in the moment of it, and I appreciate that you might not read the show's depiction that way, but to me, it's there.

I also think that for Louis, sex and power are entwined in a way that they're not for Lestat (or at least, not in the same way), which is something that I just find interesting to think about and explore. I think that extends to him as a pimp utilising other people's bodies and sexuality as a means of upward mobility, to him as a John to Lily's sex worker, to having a sexual relationship with Jonah when he was a minor (which I talked about more here), to fucking Lestat in his mistresses bed after Lestat dropped him, to his canonical dom relationship with Armand. That's interesting to me, particularly in a relationship with a character like Lestat who's physically more powerful, and I think is a really understated and underacknowledged part of his character in the fandom.

Like, I don't think he just woke up and knew how to dom Armand for instance, especially not in 1940s Paris, and especially not after 20-30 odd years as a pimp.

I also don't see Louis as particularly feminine at all, and the amount of fanworks that feature bottom!Louis as highly feminised just frankly - personally - isn't something I see as in character or as appealing. I do agree with many that to an extent Louis performs masculinity, particularly in the Rue Royale era, but I see that performance as an amplification of a part of himself, not an invention of something that he's not.

With Lestat, I think he's so hungry to be held in any and all capacities. He wants to be loved, he wants to be wanted, yet he entangles himself romantically with people who are withholding, who can't or won't give him all of themselves. There's this kind of gaping hole in him in that sense, but in another, Lestat's an enormously powerful creature who both hides his own power from others, and regularly exploits it. I think he's afraid to an extent of that level of power in himself, and I think submission sometimes - not all the time - helps him to both feel loved and wanted and in control of himself.

I also think in that sense a part of Louis' attraction to Lestat does come from that affiliation with power, but it's not one he wants used on him, but rather one he wants used for him, which we see a little bit in that Rue Royale era, particularly with the card game and with Lestat cashflowing The Azaelia. (In a lot of ways that comes to that transactional element that Daniel Hart talks about, but that's neither here nor there for this post). There's also that element of dominating someone you know is more powerful / getting someone who's hurt you to submit to you that's definitely there in at the very least the 1.06 scene at Antoinette's, and I'd argue with Dreamstat too.

This is getting a bit rambly, haha, but look, again, I think they're vers, I think they both want the other in their entirety, and I think sometimes that means giving and taking for both of them. I probably write Lestat bottoming more because I tend to write what I can't really find to read, but also, y'know - - there's a degree of personal appeal, and the fact that I just think its neat, haha. I don't always think its all that deep.

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SF ZINEFEST 2024! Some pictures from the San Francisco Zinefest last week! I had a wonderful time, and it was SUPER busy! thanks everyone who swung by to pick up prints and zines from me, I really appreciate it. It was really heartening to see people enjoy my art and remember me from over the years—I’ve had a very busy year and not as much time to “be an artist” as I’d like, so it was very invigorating to be around other queer artists again in a dedicated and enthusiastic space. When online a lot, you tend to forget how it is to be around art in person, and this was a great reminder of it—also every year, I’m always excited to see the beautiful outfits and fashion of the attendees! Someday I’ll dress up more special, but alas it’s just work and apron for me XD

I also finally got to meet longtime mutual and incredible artist @megamoth in person, and got a copy of their Devilman zine series here I contributed to some years ago! Here’s a pic with a cool itabag as well.

This year, I debuted a few new works:

“Fujo X-Ray Visions”

is a collection of personal comics from the past year I’ve been posting here and on Patreon, mostly about trying to balance life as a cartoonist and as someone pursuing some new career experiences in the healthcare field. Like “Voids and Visions” before it, there’s a bunch of personal stuff and angsting along with regular goofiness.

It’s available now both as a physical zine, as well as a digital download!

“If All The World Were Mine!”

My collection of artwork and comics I’ve done for my medieval rpf side account, @angevinyaoiz over the past couple years. It’s a mix of some serious historical illustrations, goofy cartoons, and nsfw works. It’s probably one of the most “niche” things I’ve ever made or gotten into as of late, but I’m happy for the audience who has appreciated my work over the past several months. It’s available currently as a physical zine purchase on storenvy, and I’m planning on making an expanded digital zine version available later—fill out this form to be notified!

“Best Yaoi Movies of 20th Century Hollywood”

In this collaborative project I did with my friend @titilvating, in the style of classic cut and paste, copied zines, we offer our takes on 19 movies made before the year 2000. Many are acclaimed classics; some are underrated gems.  We made this zine to both introduce folks to the richness possibilities of classic movies; whether longtime cinephiles familiar with queer subtexts,  or young fujos looking for more material to sink their yaoifangs into.  Our sample size caters to our personal tastes rather than “good representation” and reflects a fraction what’s out there, with a focus on western US/European media, but hopefully can serve as a fun introduction and celebration. Old movies are a lotta fun, who would’ve thought?

It’s available now as a free digital download, but contact me if you’re interested in a physical edition as well!”

Other Works:

My print version of “The Sons of God” was very well received! I realized sometimes giving little titles to print pieces make for great conversation starters, and I got to chat a lot about my inspirations for the respective pieces. Grab a physical print here!

Ending Thoughts

Overall, I’m glad I got to meet lots of people this year and also pick up lots of zines! I didn’t have a chance to really browse this time around since it was so busy, but I got to trade a lot with folks and also pick up some cool zines and stickers myself.

For those who’d like to keep up with what I’m doing, follow me here, on Patreon, either as a member or free-follower, since I tend to post my sketches/WIPs there first. For me now, it’s back to the grind of school and also continuing creative projects. I have a lot of stuff I dream of doing, and it’s always a challenge to balance that with what needs to get done. If I learned anything from this event, it’s how valuable it is to connect with people in the real world art space (Something I always learn and forget like every few months.)…also, always bring water and snacks—can never be TOO prepared!

Wishing you all a good autumn,

-Allie

[choicesmc]

From this list for Va'or!

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thank you <33

🎀Do they have something they collect? {Stamps, rocks, stickers, etc}

Va’or is primarily a herbalist!! In un’s purple bag* is a small notebook of different plants; a good chunk of them relate to easing migraines but not the majority.

Since Va’or had trouble moving around (due to balance and motion issues post-ear cutting incident) un made a small hobby of learning and noting the uses of various plants! It didn’t hurt that un could help Kade whenever he got sick <33

*(shown in [this] edit)

🍄Say it's their love interests' birthday, how would they celebrate it?

This one was super fun to think about!! Unfortunately, I couldn’t really come up with anything here :( I suppose I need to flesh them + their relationship a bit more before tossing back to this one but thank you for asking 🫶

🌊What is a phobia of theirs?

Va’or has a strong fear of being left behind. I suppose un has always felt outside of un’s town despite their best efforts to make unk feel welcome. It’s not that they’re not welcome enough but rather they’re so sensitive to unk to the point of alienation.

Everyone’s bending over backwards to demonstrate how welcome un is until it double back to feeling, lowkey like they are actively pointing out that un is different. If that makes sense?

This doubles when un’s balance issues make it more difficult for unk to feel “normal.” Un is excessively included while being excluded all the same and when the rest of the gang rolls around, Va’or is kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop? And by bk2, it feels like the other shoe HAS dropped —un’s an outsider again while everyone insists that un isn’t.

🍇What is their sexuality? And what is their "type"?

Oooh, I’m honestly not sure!! I haven’t really thought about this part of Va’or yet. If I had to hazard a guess now, I’d say pansexual or omnisexual?

As for type… strong people who can carry unk 👉👈 look, Va’or doesn’t demand to be lifted but sometimes un just wants someone who’ll carry unk around places un’s wheelchair doesn’t fit in. and strong arms feel nice

fun fact I think you’ll enjoy

Way later into Va’or + Imtura’s relationship, Va’or gets a piercing under his lip and widens it to just about the width of one of Imtura’s canines (<- I’m imagining that it’d work similar to ear expanding? :))

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*eyes glued to cute and aesthetic journals!*

Hi!

How do you make your photos of your entries so beautiful and aesthetically pleasing???😁😍

They look like they should be in a photo album or something! 😁

This made my day! I never know if my own photography is any good until someone mentions it to me, so thank you so much for that!

I don’t know a lot about photography, but I can tell you what I’ve picked up over the years:

TL;DR: Play and experiment with texture, depth, lighting, shadows, and angles. Snapseed is an app that allows you to easily edit your photos, but lately I’m feeling limited by it.

1. I start with a wooden background because I like nature and it makes me think of trees. To add a bit of color and more texture, I then lay down some sort of fabric/cloth towards the top of my wooden background. In my photos, I’m often using scarves to add texture.

2. I place down my notebook on top of the wooden piece/fabric, then I lay some dried flowers around it because, again, I like nature. I find dried baby’s breath to be elegant, dainty, with a nostalgic feel in the right light. Don’t flatten them to dry them—hang them up by string so they keep their shape and add depth to the photos. I hung mine up by the cords of my blinds. They’ve lasted me years so far.

3. Most importantly, play with lighting and shadows. I’ve found that natural sunlight makes for a far better photo than artificial lighting, which may mean you need to have patience to find the right location and time of day to take your photos. I have these three windows (I think they’re called bay windows?) that face to the west, I believe. In the late afternoon, the sunlight shines through my sheer curtains with a warm glow. The sheer curtains also create interesting shadows, which helps create an aesthetic I like.

4. I mostly do flat lay photos taken from above, but I’m trying to experiment with angles more. This is definitely something I need to work more on, but my suggestion is to take multiple photos from a variety of angles. Look away from the camera/phone for a little while before comparing your photos to each other and choosing which one(s) to use.

5. I edit most of my photos in Snapseed. It’s easy and intuitive to use. I play with brightness, contrast, filters, and sometimes white balance until I get the look I want. I enjoy adding a vignette to my photos because I can make the photo a bit darker while keeping the focus of the photo (my notebook) in brighter light so it’s nice and clear to the viewer. Snapseed is pretty intuitive, but lately I’ve been feeling limited by it, so perhaps it’s time for me to branch out a bit. We’ll see. For now, I need things to be quick and easy, though, because I lack time and energy.

Phew. 😮‍💨 That was a long explanation of my process, but I hope it helps. And if anyone has any other tips to add, I’d love to hear them! I want to expand my amateur photography skills.