#sorry I wrote a novel haha

[tarnishedxknight]

Gabranth nodded slowly as she told him that she took her job seriously and took great pride in making sure she trained the soldiers as best she could. It was, perhaps, what any instructor might have said to a Judge Magister on the subject, for no other answer would do. However, when she said it, Gabranth believed her. There was an authentic determination behind her words that could not be replicated with words that were merely parroted for the sake of approval. "Good. As well you should," he said. "It is no trivial responsibility, as you say, indeed."

When he called her by what he'd assumed to simply be her title, however, he immediately notice her bristle from it, regardless of how well she tried to hold it back. Something... was not right here, and he did not have to wait long to find out. She was not a Judge? Only a guard and an instructor? And yet she sparred with them in the same training ring. "Nonsense," Gabranth said rather dismissively. "If you are permitted to train with Judges, then you ought to be at least of their rank. It is a safety issue otherwise," he said matter-of-factly. "So either you hold a post above your rank here," he continued, glancing out across the field, "or there has been an oversight in the progression of your qualification process."

An oversight. More like an intended exclusion, Gabranth thought. Knowing Takrin and the man's rather offensive brand of toxic masculinity, he could easily see where the... oversight... had been. Oh, he was not nearly as bad as Bergan or Vayne in matters of sexism, but he was a repeat offender all the same. For now, though, he said no more on the subject. He would let the friendly bout between them speak as to the nature of her situation. There was greater truth in battle than in words, he'd learned in life.

Gabranth nodded yet again, just once, as she thanked him and promised that his wait would be worth it. A interested and slightly playful smile came to his lips beneath his helm, not that she could see it. "I am certain it will, Ynarra," he returned before ending the conversation for the time being in favor of going to train alone.

He gave some attention to using Chaos Blade and Highway Star when they were joined into one double-bladed weapon, for that was a form he didn't use as much. Unless he was surrounded by enemies and needed to sweep the field, or was facing an opponent with significant reach on their weapon, Gabranth often defaulted to using his swords separately. Oh, but what fun it was to use them combined. There was a heaviness and an exhilarating momentum that was to be found in the spinning, sweeping motions and the counterweighted leverage of the weapon's movement that simply could not be felt when it was made two.

He enjoyed himself, but more importantly, he got his mind off of the fact that there was a gala going on at which he was probably being spoken about... and not altogether favorably. The disadvantage of not being there was that he could not defend himself against ridicule and suppositions tossed about and attached to his name. Drace would try, and he loved her for that, but she would also tell him what had been said... and by whom... which was a far better prize. That didn't mean he wasn't going to be a bit antsy until it was over, however.

When he saw Gylfie approaching, he broke form, relaxed his stance, and upon seeing that she had chosen dual weapons herself, separated his own two swords. "Good," he said, acknowledging that she was ready. "Now then. Before we spar freely... indulge my curiosity for a moment." He held his swords at his side and wandered a little bit, taking what appeared to be a rather childish and aggressive swipe at the air, so swift that it was audible, as he walked in a half moon to come back around to face her. "I am a naive, overconfident, arrogant greenhorn, and I think I know better than you. No, I know I do." He laughed condescendingly, but clearly as part of an act. He wasn't toying with her, he was setting up a scenario she might face in her classes. "How do you handle me? I am disrupting your class and drawing your attention away from others." He stopped wandering about and took a fighting stance with one leg forward, blades held at the ready. "And I am itching for a fight to prove myself. What tactics do you use to instruct me?"

It was a far more complicated question than just... fight me... and a question someone below the rank of Judge might struggle with. The higher ranks learned and perfected things like strategy, adaptation, quick-thinking, and reading one's opponent while the lower ranks struggled merely to perfect the movements of their feet, arms, and weapons. To Gabranth's delight, Gylfie seemed to not hesitate all that much in her answer. She began her own act, appearing as though she was a bit rattled by his behavior. "Come on, instructor!" he yelled, in the fashion he'd seen so many upstarts do when their egos were far bigger than their brains. "Or are you afraid?"

He knew what she was doing, that was the problem. He could see it all too well, the openings she was giving him, the missteps and hesitations made to look like honest mistakes. They were anything but. But he came at her with all the inexperienced broadcasting a greenhorn would have granted her, letting her know in his body language without actually saying exactly when and how he was planning to attack. And when she fell out of her deception and sought to get the upper hand, he came out of his, and deftly blocked her attack, pushing her back a bit with the impact of their blades. "Too obvious," he said, no longer in his ruse. He was instructing, not criticizing. "That may work on greenhorns, but not on those of more experience. Reset... and again," he said with a nod, backing up a little and resetting his own stance.

He'd been impressed by the complexity of her attempt, if not by the execution of it, but it hadn't harmed his opinion of her or her skill as of yet. There was a reason he was asking the hard questions now, rather than just engaging her in a free spar. This way, her mind was occupied with the puzzle of what he was asking, rather than by her own nervousness at facing a Judge Magister, or her earlier annoyance at his intrusion into her work. This would help break the ice and loosen her up, he knew, and so he hadn't expected all that much from her first, admittedly stiff attempt.

Gylfie's second attempt was a far superior one. She'd actually managed to land a blow on his arm, on the lower part of his pauldron. The clang of her blade slamming into his Judge Magister's armor caused him to immediately stop, break stance, and look at where she had hit. There was an actual dent there, and he might even have a bit of a bruise by tomorrow. None of that bothered him at all. His armor had been repaired and hammered out more times than he cared to admit, and bruises were something he endured on an almost daily basis. He could see on Gylfie's face, though, that she thought this to be a nail in her coffin. Though... he had been delighted by her initial pride in herself for having landed the blow in the first place. "Well done," he said simply, letting her know as much that he approved of her ability as he was telling her that he was not angry about the dent in his armor.

It was time for the next scenario. "Now... I am one of your better students, disciplined and hard-working, up for a qualification match. I've learned from you very attentively, to the point of near-mimicry of your form in my own. How do you begin the match?" This time, he tried to emulate and mirror whatever Gylfie threw at him, as if a student's flattery had resulted in careful imitation. She handled this decently, and although she did not manage to land a blow this time, there were no major errors or vulnerabilities left unguarded that he could see. "Good," he said respectfully after a few minutes of this, breaking form once more. "Thank you for indulging me, Ynarra," he added. With a slide of one blade over the other, a metallic ringing tone resulting, he now held a more open stance. "Now let us spar freely for a time," he said, giving her free rein to fight as she pleased.

Gylfie Ynarra. Gylfie Ynarra? Oh. No outward change in Gabranth's armor gave away his surprise at realizing he had Takrin's own daughter before him. Interesting. He took note of the way she answered him but... with restrained irritation. It made him smirk beneath his helm. She had spirit, he had to give her that. Most would have shrank away, fallen silent, or made up some excuse to leave, not having the courage to even be in his presence. But this woman was not only holding her ground, but doing so with some amount of vexation that she could not simply continue what it was she was currently doing.

As she spoke, he sauntered slowly to lean against a wooden post used to mount various targets, his arms crossing rather casually. He glanced at the particular target she'd been moving when she nodded to it, making a note of how organized the field looked and how much she seemed to care about resetting it for the next day's training. Hearing that she helped train both new recruits and Judges meant she was at least a Judge herself. Even more interesting. Takrin had never mentioned anything of his daughter making such a rank. One might have thought that would've been something momentous in a family, and perhaps it would have been... for anyone other than Takrin. The man clearly cared only for his male children, and while Gabranth's own situation was a bit different, he knew something of fathers who neglected one child in favor of another.

When she all but turned down his request by saying he ought to already know how to wield his weapons, there was no visible reaction on his part save for... a slow tilting of his helm. She had guts, at least, if also an impulsive tongue. Time and experience could help temper the latter, but they would never afford her the former. That was something one had to be born with. It set her apart, to be sure, and that was not the only thing that did, not even at this first, superficial glance he'd had of her...

"I am annoying you," he said after a long moment. The words were spoken as mere fact, devoid of anger or judgement. Purely observation. "It means much to you, does it not? The care of this field, of its equipment, and the quality of instruction you provide here. It meant enough to choose your work over what most would have considered an enjoyable and entertaining gala. That is both unusual and admirable, even if it all manifests as... annoyance." Was there a note of humor, of playfulness, in that authoritative voice of his? Perhaps, if one dared to hear it.

Gabranth ignored her apology, for he felt it was not necessary for her to offer one. "Very well, then," he said, gesturing out at the field and the equipment yet to be properly stowed for tomorrow. "Continue, Judge Ynarra. Spare yourself the horrors of an early morn rise to do then what you would prefer to finish now. Attend to the work you are so dedicated to. I will wait."

Judge Magister Gabranth... waited for no one. He was a busy man, with an endless multitude of duties to attend to at any given time. This, he was certain Gylfie knew. That is to say, he waited for no one that he did not wish to. Yet he was willing to wait for her.

"Then you will show me what you teach," he added. "I would like to see the capabilities of one who has the inexperienced youth and future of the Imperial Army under her instruction." His tone was authoritative, to be sure, as it always was, but there was also a sincerity to it. He was not toying with her, not humoring or patronizing, no. He wanted to see what she was capable of. Did her guts stop at her words, or did they bleed into all she did? What was she made of, at her core? One could tell a lot from a simple sparring match.

With that said, he now turned his attention away from her, allowing her to continue doing whatever she wished. While he waited, he trained alone on the part of the field that had already been reset by her, so as not to get in her way. Of course, he needed no training. Years of experience had done what more time on the field was not going to make any better. The battlefield had long since replaced the training field for him. Nevertheless, he did have frustration to burn off, knowing that he was likely being discussed at the gala. Drace would inform him later of how much... and in what manner. Until then, he was interested only in burning off excess stress and energy. Well, and now seeing what this opinionated Judge had to offer...

[livlocus]

Cherries and Vanilla (Jason Grace x Reader)

Pairing: Jason Grace x fem!reader (established relationship)

Summary: Jason is in the reader's dorm room at New Rome University when he hears a crash from the bathroom.

Warnings: reader passes out in the shower (reader is okay), vasovagal syncope, my writing and grammatical abilities

Word Count: 3.3k it just kept going help

A/N: hey guys lol so me in my fanfic era??? i wrote this after i almost passed out in my shower this past week and went what if i did pass out and my bf was here and then went what if my bf was jason grace? and voila magic now we have this?? also i say it in the fic but the reader passes out from vasovagal syncope which is just when your blood pressure drops suddenly (#womeninstem) its happened to me more than a handful of times so this was lowkey just a self-insert lmao sorry if it sucks i haven't written anything like this since like middle school haha but anyway it's all under the cut!

Jason Grace was sitting at your desk reading a novel on the first Punic War when he heard a crash in the bathroom.

About an hour and a half earlier you had been talking about what you described as “the first everything shower of spring.” Jason didn’t realize how big of a deal a shower could be, but after you told him what it entailed he had gotten comfortable at your desk and started reading his book in your dorm at New Rome University to pass the time. For an hour and a half he read his book listening to the sounds of the running water and you singing along to your playlist in the bathroom. He spent most of that time smiling while he read.

The crash consisted of plastic crinkling, metal clanking, and then a thump. Jason jumped out of your desk chair with his heart in his throat and essentially sprinted over to the door that joined your dorm room and the bathroom.

“Uh— hey,” Jason knocked on the door with his ear against it, “Love? What was that?” He tried not to sound panicked, but his head was running through a list of worst-case scenarios as he waited for a response from you.

There was nothing but running water and a song with a guitar that was a little too aggressive for his liking. Maybe there was a groan, but he couldn’t tell over the sounds of the music and the running water.

Jason didn’t appreciate the lack of speaking on the other side of the door and used that to justify him opening it to see what was happening. He felt guilty invading your privacy, but what the hell was that crash?

-_-

You were in the shower and it was hot. Maybe a little bit too hot. But the steam in the room felt nice on your usually cold skin and you were almost done anyway. All you had left to do was shave the little bits of hair that you forgot about above your left ankle and rinse the conditioner out of your hair, and then you would be free. Free to go do homework with your boyfriend who was waiting for you in your dorm room. 

You were listening to the new Thornhill album as you bent down, hinging at your hips to keep your leg straight, to shave the hair above your ankle. It was nice, quick, and easy. But then you stood back up, and you felt it.

Shit.

Your head felt too light and your vision started to blur. You heard your heartbeat in your ears and it was getting faster as you braced yourself against the shower wall. You dropped the razor that you were using onto the shower floor, not caring too much about it at the moment.

Just have to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Then I’ll sit down and this will go away, maybe have a sip of water—

You were wrong. Your head started to spin and your body felt hotter than it actually was. 

Then you blacked out.

-_-

Jason opened the door and was hit with a wall of steam and the smell of cherry vanilla (your shampoo that he very much enjoyed when your hair was in his face). The steam quickly fogged his glasses but he was still able to see the outline of your body on the bathroom floor and hear a groan.

Jason quickly entered the bathroom while trying to wipe the steam off of his glasses with his fingers. He saw you on your back on top of the plastic shower liner that was now on the bathroom floor and he felt a pang in his chest. The tension rod that held the curtain up was on the floor too, a little bit too close to your head.

He quickly focused on you, obviously disoriented and your face usually pale considering how hot the room was from the water. Jason quickly kneeled down next to you, gentle hands on your head and shoulder. He could see your eyes, half-lidded and glassy. The water beads on your skin were rolling off of your body to drop on to the shower curtain. His hands were clammy and seeing your face so pale made his stomach turn. 

“Hey, love, can you hear me?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he processed that you probably fainted in the shower and took down the shower curtain, creating the crash that he heard. He needed you to respond, he needed to know that you were okay. Jason grabbed your hand, the one that was closest to him, needing to make sure that you were here.

Your ears were still ringing and you could hear the blood pumping in your ears, but you could also hear Jason. You felt him squeeze your hand and you slowly turned your head to the side to face him.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking up at his face trying to blink your vision back to normal, “don’t think I hit my head.”

“Let’s get you up, okay?” Jason felt the tension in his shoulders leave, he didn’t even realize how tight they had been until he heard your voice, slow and a little clumsy, but it was still your voice. 

You were okay.

“Yeah, yeah,” you groaned, slowly starting to feel normal again, “I— I still have conditioner in my hair, though.”

“That’ll have to wait, love,” Jason looked over your face one last time, smiling softly before he spoke again, “Think you can stand?” He was relieved to see the color returning to your face, the glazed-over look leaving your eyes.

“I don’t know if I can get up,” you felt shaky, and your head was feeling better, but you didn’t trust your legs to keep you up right now.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” Jason nodded and stood up. He leaned over you to shut the water off and quickly turned off the aggressive music coming from the speaker. He turned around to grab your towel that hung off of its hook on the back of the bathroom door and kneeled down again. He smiled at you, the little scar above his lip changing shape as his mouth moved into that familiar shape. 

“I’ll dry you off and then you can lay down for a bit?” Jason asked, but he already started to dry you off with the towel. His glasses still had condensation on them from when he tried to wipe the steam off.

Cute.

You felt your head starting to return to normal and your body less shaky. It was strange, how quickly you felt bad, passed out, and then started feeling better. But, hey, that’s vasovagal syncope for you.

“Yeah, but I still have conditioner in my hair,” you mumbled, moving the wet hair out of your face. You were annoyed that you couldn’t have waited to pass out until after you were done with the shower. “I passed out because it was too hot in the shower, I’m fine, Jason.”

“I can braid it back for now,” he raised his eyebrows at you, crinkling his forehead, “are you sure? How are you feeling now?”

“I’m alright now, I’m feeling normal. It was definitely from the hot water, I bent down and then stood back up too quickly,” you explained, confident that’s what happened.

“If you insist, love,” he smiled again, more relaxed now that you sounded like normal; steady, and quick.

Jason made quick work out of drying you off. He was so gentle, afraid that if he pressed too hard with the towel you would somehow pass out again. When he was done he sat you up, still on top of the shower curtain and liner, using one hand to hold the back of your neck and head while the other pulled you up and forward. He moved you slowly, looking only at your face, his eyes only ever looking at your own. He needed to know that you would stay okay as he moved you. Most of the steam in the room had dissipated and it was a much cooler temperature now.

Jason scooted on the floor, on top of the shower liner, so that he was behind you, his legs on either side of you as you sat up. He carefully ran his fingers through your still-wet hair, it was slick with conditioner. He did that until there were no knots. Gently, and slowly, Jason began to braid your hair with his calloused fingers, making sure that he never tugged too hard. He tied it off with a hair tie that was around his wrist, he always wore one just in case you forgot. He liked having the things that you needed.

“Okay,” Jason leaned over to grab your towel again, “you’re gonna lay down now.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, still upset that not only you had passed out in the shower in the first place, but also at the fact there was still conditioner in your hair, “I think I’m fine now.”

“You should still lay down, love,” Jason started to move again, crouching down next to you, “at least for a little bit, drink some water? And to make sure you didn’t hit your head.”

“I don’t think that I did, nothing hurts,” you turned your head to Jason as he crouched down at your side. His clothes were wet now, from sitting on the shower liner and braiding your hair.

“Well, that’s good,” Jason began to scoop you up, one arm under your knees and one around your waist, hoisting you up, standing with you in his arms. He held you to his chest thoughtfully, his nose instinctually pressing into the top of your head and breathing in the smell of your conditioner. 

Cherries and vanilla. Tart and sweet.

Jason carried you over to your bed, placing you down softly, making sure that your head was on the pillow.

“I’m alright, Jason,” you insisted, truly feeling alright now. Your head was back to normal, you really just felt thirsty and a little embarrassed if anything.

“I know, but you literally just passed out in the shower,” Jason looked at you, eyes wide, full of concern and glasses still smudged from when he wiped them with his fingers, “you should lay down for a bit, I’ll grab you some water? I’m assuming you haven’t had enough today- considering you just passed out in the shower.” He said the last bit with his eyes narrowed at you, his blue eyes almost entirely filled with the black of his pupils as he looked at your face. Your hair was pulled back in a braid so his view was unobstructed, your skin was clean and damp, and he wanted to press a kiss on every square inch of it.

“Okay, Jason,” you looked back at his face, it was full of so much concern that you agreed to his requests just to make sure that he felt better about this, “I’ll stay in bed for a bit, but no more than an hour.”

Jason smiled and nodded, content with your answer. His hand found yours again and gave it a squeeze.

“I’ll grab your water and then clean up the bathroom,” he said as if he was telling you that he was going to check the emails on his laptop. His eyes met with yours through his smudged glasses one more time before he turned around, looking around the room for your water bottle. He brought it to you the second he found it, undoing the lid for you as he handed it your way. He didn’t even wait for you to say thank you when he planted a kiss on your temple and walked back into the connected bathroom.

You could see into the bathroom as you sat in your bed, drinking the water that Jason handed you. You watched as Jason picked up the tension rod that held the shower curtain and liner, looking at the shower and trying to figure out exactly where it went back. His eyes narrowed and his face scrunched a bit as he wedged the tension rod with the curtain and liner back into place. His aquiline nose was more pronounced on his face when he scrunched it like that. You loved that face. Sometimes you would say silly things or reference topics he didn’t know enough on to talk to you about just so you could see him scrunch his face like that. It made his glasses go crooked on his nose and his blue eyes peak through as he squinted. 

Jason grabbed another towel and started to wipe the water off of the floor that had spilled out of the shower, he grabbed the razor that you dropped, putting it in its usual place. He walked back out, leaving the door open so that the bathroom could continue to air out. 

“I can’t believe that your bathroom doesn’t have a fan in there,” Jason huffed as he sat down in your desk chair and turned to look at you. Your desk was perpendicular to the side of your bed, right next to where your pillow was. Your bed was lofted high enough to fit your shoe rack and two drawers for your clothes that didn’t fit in the closet, so when you laid down in your bed, you were at eye level with Jason when he sat on your chair. “And no window? Do they want you to suffocate in there?”

Jason didn’t have a fan or a window in the bathroom connected to his dorm either.

“I know, maybe I should invest in a dehumidifier or something,” you chuckled out, amused with how Jason was complaining about the poor design of your bathroom.

“Are— are you feeling better now?” Jason rolled the chair closer to the bed, so he could be closer to you. He reached out his hand and took your hand that wasn’t holding the water bottle. You took small, little sips.

“Yeah, I’m fine now,” you reassured him, wanting to finish rinsing the conditioner out of your hair and put clothes on. You started to scoot towards the edge of the bed despite the slight panic you could see growing on Jason’s face. “I can go back in and just rinse the conditioner out—“ Jason interrupted you, not letting you finish your thought, something he always made sure to avoid doing to you.

“I’ll help.”

You looked at Jason, about to laugh.

“You want to help me rinse the conditioner out of my hair?” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I feel alright now, Jason, really.”

“Let me help,” Jason looked up at you, blue eyes wide and pleading through his smudged lenses, that little scar above his lip stretching as he opened his mouth, “Please, love.”

You let out a huff.

That damn face.

“Fine, Jason,” you conceded, hands up, surrendering to your boyfriend's demands to help you finish showering.

He smiled at you, lips pressed together, his eyes narrowing and his nose scrunching up just a bit.

“Just give me a minute and then I’ll help you get into the bathroom,” Jason shuffled back to the bathroom, turning the water back on and coming back to you on your bed. Without a word, he scooped you up from the bed and carried you into the bathroom, despite your protests that you could walk just fine.

There was a clean towel laid out on the floor, right next to the shower. He set you down gently on top of it and smiled when he heard you grumble about how you could stand on your own to finish showering. He knew that you could, but that didn’t mean that you had to.

“I’m gonna lay you down and I’ll rinse the conditioner out for you,” his voice was so soft, like if he said it any differently you would shatter like glass, but he was still firm enough for you to decide to stop grumbling.

You let Jason unbraid your hair, taking his time, making sure that he didn’t accidentally pull pieces of your hair when they got caught on his hangnails or the rough edges of his hands. He laid your head down in the shower, grabbing the shower head and he began to rinse the conditioner out of your hair. 

The water was nowhere near as hot as it was earlier, but it was still warm, it gave you the chills when the water dripped past your hair and down your neck. Jason made sure that the towel that was wrapped around you was tight enough when he saw the goosebumps on your skin. One of his hands held the shower head while the other went back and forth from covering your eyes to make sure that water didn’t drip into them and massaged the conditioner out of your hair. He took his time, not wanting to get any more water on you than he had to. 

Soon the bathroom smelt like your soap again, like cherry and vanilla, tart and sweet. 

Soon the conditioner was out of your hair and Jason turned the water off, placing the shower head back in its holder.

“All done.”

“Thank you, Jason,” You smiled up at him, he was grinning at you, enjoying how your hair felt in his hands. He liked feeling something so soft in his rough hands. He squeezed the water out of your hair, the water splattering on the shower floor and dripping down his hands. He didn’t care, he was just glad that you were letting him take care of you. He just wanted to make sure that you were alright.

You sat up, looking at your boyfriend's face, his eyes were practically shaped like hearts and it made your own heart flutter. “I can stand up now,” you grabbed his hands with your own and held them tightly, “I’m okay, I promise.”

Jason was hesitant to believe you, but you were squeezing his hands so hard that it was obvious you were okay and he nodded. Jason didn’t let go of your hands as you stood up, but he let you stand up by yourself.

“Get dressed and I’ll take care of everything in here,” he leaned into your ear, his voice soft. You padded back into your dorm room to get dressed with your hair now pulled back and twisted up in a claw clip while Jason wiped up more water on the floor and picked up the towel, he put away the various things that were out of place in the bathroom even if they were like that before your shower today. He just wanted to make your day easier for you, especially after what just happened.

You stepped into sweatpants and were shrugging on a baggy shirt when Jason came out of the bathroom. He walked up to you and without a word he hugged you. He was warm and his arms wrapped around your arms, holding you close to him. His nose found its place at the top of your head, inhaling the familiar smell of your hair. 

“I’m glad that you’re okay,” he mumbled, his voice muffled from the way he was pressing his face into the top of your head, “I was scared for a minute there.” His voice was smaller than usual, the confidence and self-assurance that usually came with Jason was gone for a brief moment.

You leaned into him, unable to wrap your arms around him because his arms were trapping your own by your side.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you smiled into his chest, letting yourself absorb the warmth that radiated through the scratchy material of his t-shirt. You pressed your lips into his chest, kissing him through the shirt

He smiled into your still-wet hair, taking a deep breath through his nose.

Cherries and vanilla. 

Tart and sweet.

“So, love, I seem to remember that you had an essay on the goddess Mefitis that you needed help with?”

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Where Pages Turn

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x GenderNeutral!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky sink into a gentle rhythm of an evening filled with warmth, words, and whispers, wrapped in the safety of each other.

Word Count: 1.2k ish

Warnings/Tags: Nothing but Fluff babyyy. Kissing , anddd i think thats its lolll , just a comforting sleepy fic <3

If I missed anything let me know!!

Authors Note: wrote this cutey drabble/oneshot little thing out of pure indulgence HAHA anyways read my first series I started hehe see ya on the next one bbys! 🌷💖

MY MASTERLIST ~ REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN!!

Bucky pushed open the heavy wooden door , his shoulders strained with the hard day’s work. 

His dark hair clung to his forehead slightly curling at the ends , sweat streaking down his temples , smudges of dirt on his jaw and collarbone. 

But you didn’t care. 

The moment he stepped inside , you were already up , your arms around his waist , your lips pressing into his , the taste of salt and fresh air on his skin and lips.

He smiled against your mouth , his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pulled back.

 “Hiya , doll,” he murmured , low and husky.

“Hey , Buck,” you whispered back , your hands slipping around his neck , feeling the dampness of his shirt under your fingers.

He let out a little laugh , pulling back enough to take you in , his eyes tracing over your sweet face. 

“Sorry I'm so disgusting,” he said,  but you shook your head.

“You’re perfect ,” you replied.

He gave you a quick kiss , a promise of more , then pulled back. 

“Let me wash up. Don’t want to get you all dusty and gross.”

You watched him turn and head to the washroom , his shoulders broad and strong as he disappeared down the hall. 

You exhaled , your cheeks warm from the kiss he had planted and the long day of waiting for him. 

Grabbing your notebook and pen , you settled onto the couch , pulling your favorite blanket around your shoulders. 

Alpine , your precious fluffy white cat , was already curled up against the wall ,  purring as the cool night air drifted in through the cracked window.

The dwindling fire in the fireplace was down to only glowing coals , so you waited , your pen tapping the page as you picked up where you left off in your newest novel.

 The words came slow at first , your mind half on the story and half on Bucky in the shower. Safe and at home.

But soon you were lost in it , the world you were building ; creating , unfolding in your mind , the characters’ voices and lives filling the quiet room, the writing almost writing itself with how quickly it was unfolding as you hastily wrote.

When Bucky reappeared , he was a different man. 

Freshly showered , wearing a soft gray shirt and flannel pajama pants , his hair still damp and pushed back , feet barefoot. 

He moved to the fireplace first , squatting down to poke at the logs with the poker before , adding a few pieces of kindling until the fire flared back to life. 

The orange , yellow glow danced over his face , his expression focused and calm as he tended to the flames.

You watched him , your pen stilling looking up from your notebook. 

“How was the roof?” you asked , your voice soft in the crackling silence.

He turned his head , a slow smile spreading across his face. 

“It was a mess,” he said standing , stretching his muscles. 

“The shingles were falling apart , and there was a hole in the corner where the raccoons got in. Took most of the day to patch it up , but it’s solid and all right now.”

“Raccoons?” you laughed, grabbing hands for him , discarding the writing on your lap..

“Yeah , little menaces ,” he said , chuckling.

“I think they were living up there for ‘bout a year by the damage they were able to do.”

You shook your head ,  grinning. “Well,  at least Steve’s parents will have a safe roof now they know to call the best guy to do it.” you whispered winking.

“Yeah,” he said , leaning back on his heels , satisfied with the fire. 

He brushed his hands together getting off any dust or soot.. 

“Oh—almost forgot,” you said suddenly , pointing towards the front door. “I went to the post office earlier today while you were gone at Stevies , and you got a package.”

His eyes lit up. “Seriously it came?” 

He moved to the door in 3 long strides , finding the box you’d left propped up against the wall. “Is it…?”

“Your nerdy book? Yes ,” you teased.

He shot you a mock glare. 

“Not just any nerdy book doll,” he said , holding it up like it was something sacred.

 “It’s the UK exclusive edition of The Hobbit. I’ve been waiting and saving for months.”

You laughed as he tore into it , the wrapping crumpling in his hands being thrown to the side. 

“God, you’re such a dork.”

He didn’t even look up , already pulling the book free.

 It was bound in green leather , the gold lettering glinting in the firelight. 

His grin was boyish , all teeth and crinkled eyes. “

It’s perfect,” he said, running his hand over the cover and text on the front like it was something alive.

You snuggled deeper into the couch , opening your notebook again. 

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy, Mr. Baggins.”

He shot you a look , his eyes warm. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said , then dropped into the seat next to you. 

He cracked open the book , the pages rustling as he settled into it. 

You could feel the excitement radiating off him , like he was a kid again , discovering something magical.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence , the only sounds filling the home being  the turning of pages , the scratching of your pen ,  Alpine’s soft purr , and the crackle of the fire. 

Outside , the wind rustled the branches of the old oak in the yard , but inside , everything was warm and still.

Time passed in a haze. 

Your pen flew across the page , your story spilling out in words and sentences merging together , each sentence building on the last. 

Every so often , you’d glance up and catch Bucky’s expression , his eyes bright as he devoured the words of Tolkien’s world. 

Eventually after many yawns and fighting your heavy eyes , your hand slowed , the letters on the page blurring as sleep tugged at the edges of your mind. 

Your head drooped , the pen slipping from your fingers. 

The last thing you heard was the gentle sound of Bucky’s voice , low and amused.

“See , Alpine?” he said softly , glancing over at the cat sprawled in the window. “They work too hard.”

You felt his hand on your cheek , the warmth of his palm , as he brushed a lock of hair away from your face. 

Then his arms were around you with ease , ike you weighed nothing at all. 

You sighed, half-awake , your head lolling , resting on his chest.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured, his lips pressing to your temple.

He carried you down the hall , careful not to wake you and quiet as a mouse ,  he began tucking you under the covers and kissing your forehead before slipping in beside you.

His fingers found your arm and gave comforting soothing strokes up and down rhythmically.

 You drifted off with the scent of him in your hair , and the faint sound of Alpine’s purr echoing in your dreams.

With a kiss to your shoulder and another to your temple , sleep claimed bucky as well pulling the two of you into a perfect sleep , no fear , no worry , just love and your dreams  just like the stories you wrote and the ones 

he read.

-end

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[vintagedebutante]

I’ll Show You

A JFK x Reader Fanfiction- 18+

Further Info: Stern Jack, rough oral sex (RIP your jaw), shower antics, reader misbehaves (ooooh, you're in trouble) 🫣

Word Count: 1.4k+

A/N: Omg sorry it took me so long to write this, so much has happened since I wrote Power & Control! I sincerely hope you all enjoy my latest piece! 🚿 I really tried, haha!

You could barely contain your giddiness as you hurriedly ascended the White House’s Grand Staircase. Though it was a somewhat common occurrence for you, receiving a call from the President’s men requesting your company in the residential villa filled you with schoolgirlish joy.

Since beginning your job in the press office, you often attended the President’s nightly informal receptions. Each invitation felt special nonetheless-- to be requested by name out of the bevy of beautiful women Kennedy had working for him was quite an honor. Your fellow press office colleagues used his attention as social currency, it was exceptional if he shot you a smile, much less remembered your name. You shuddered at the thought of the ostracism you would face at their hands if they ever discovered your frequent presence at the gatherings. Nevertheless, you couldn’t resist the prospect of engaging in conversation with those in the inner circle, discussing current events in sentences punctuated by the gentle clinking of expensive glasses.

However, there was much more to these invitations than the opportunity to mingle with distinguished guests. Once festivities ceased at the end of the night and staff shuffled home, you were left at the mercy of the country’s most powerful man. It would often start with a touch-- his rough hand lightly grazing your cheek or the small of your back. His stormy blue-green eyes nearly peered into your soul, the corner of his mouth curled into a devilish smile. What would follow is something one could only dream of reading about in the most scandalous novels of the time. Your cheeks flushed hot as you quickened your steps, trying to keep your mind from wandering too much.

Anticipating the familiar, unique sound of Kennedy’s voice and the usual work chatter drifting from the top of the stairs, you were instead greeted by silence. No half-drunk daiquiris resting on coasters, no scent of cigar smoke, no staff enraptured by the President’s charisma. The East Sitting Hall was empty, which was jarring at this hour. You felt a slight sense of unease set in as you went to check the West Sitting Hall, checking each of the elegant hallway’s doors for any sign of activity. You were about ready to write the assistant’s call off as a cruel joke when you noticed the door to the President’s private bedroom was fully ajar, with the faint sound of running water growing louder. Puzzled, you leaned in and peered inside.

“H-Hello?” You choked, placing your hand on your chest. You felt your heart pound at a feverish pace. It was certainly not your first time in the President’s bedroom, but the prospect of being invited into such a space always made you feel special. Tentatively, you took two steps forward.

A thick cloud of steam enveloped you like a warm embrace, leaving your skin sticky with condensation. You fixed your eyes on the slick white marble floors as you desperately attempted to keep yourself from slipping. The overwhelming scent of his ritzy bergamot soap sent your already-pounding heart into a frenzy. A familiar voice instantly broke your train of thought. “Y/N, I’ve been expecting you.” You turned your head to see a stark nude President Kennedy holding the shower’s thick white curtain ajar.

“Come on in, the water’s fine,” the President boasted before resuming his shower routine. You couldn’t help but giggle. You were a sucker for the President’s thick Boston accent. This unusual invitation took you aback. Despite your many sexual dalliances, the two of you had never taken a shower together. Kennedy kept much of his life private, you doubted the man had even showered with his wife. “I’ll join you in just a minute, Mr. President,” you stammered, trying your hardest to sound seductive.

As you removed your clothes, you found yourself entranced watching the steam rise from the President’s shower like a soft morning mist, swirling lazily under the high ceiling. You were careful to fold each article of your clothing to avoid unwanted wrinkles-- you didn’t want to be the target of any further gossip with the ladies in the press office, after all. You shifted your gaze back to President Kennedy’s lavish shower only to find he had watched you disrobe the entire time. “Oh, uh,” you exclaimed as a scarlet blush crept across your cheeks. He motioned for you to hurry up and join him. You forgot how impatient the President could be at times, not that you cared much.

As you stepped into the shower, you clung to Kennedy’s strong tanned arms, trying desperately not to stumble as your feet met the slick porcelain floor. Immediately, you were assaulted by the President’s choice of water temperature. You arched your back in discomfort as a steady stream of scalding-hot water trickled like lava down your chest. You audibly gasped, causing the President to chuckle.

Kennedy pulled the curtain closed absentmindedly as his eyes traveled across the curves of your lithe wet body, flushed from the heat of the shower. He had this way of making you feel special with just a glance. To have his undivided attention like this was heaven. In the real world, you were no more than a press office secretary, but, in here, you felt like the last two people left on Earth.

Excitedly, you pressed your frame against his, the President’s stiffening erection growing more noticeable by the second. Kennedy’s hands roamed along the arch of your back, lingering as he reached for your backside. Boiling hot water cascaded down your previously curled hair as the President’s mouth lowered to your right ear. “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me,” he commanded. “Anything for you, Mr. President.” You were almost embarrassed by how pathetic you sounded, but the way he smiled back offered you reassurance.

The hard porcelain floor stung your knees-- you were certain you’d end up with bruises, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered was the man standing before you, your hair clenched tightly in his massive, lightly freckled fist. You gazed up at him with stars in your eyes. From this angle, the President looked so powerful-- like a Greek marble statue come to life. You’d let the man step on you if he wanted, not just because of the position he held, but because of how badly you wanted, no, needed him. “God, you’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you,” the President chuckled.

You flashed Kennedy a coy smile before easing his throbbing cock into your mouth, trying desperately to hide the burning sensation forming at the hinges of your jaw. Your eyes watered--he was almost too big, at least at first, but, the pleasure you received from hearing the President softly cuss and groan was enough to mask the initial pain. You were almost certain that even the most experienced prostitute would struggle to accommodate him. Nevertheless, you swirled your tongue against the President’s shaft, eagerly listening for his stifled vocalizations over the sound of pouring water. A wicked idea crossed your mind. Though you were aware of the fact that Kennedy preferred to keep his trysts quick, you were overcome with curiosity to know what would happen if you were to slow things down a bit.

You slowed your movements down to a snail’s pace, paying extra attention to the tip of his cock--playing with it in a way you thought must have been agonizing. You continued this for a few seconds before you felt Kennedy’s fist tighten, causing your scalp to sear. It was clear that your teasing was beginning to annoy him--you could sense he was eager to get off even before he (rather aggressively) jerked your head forward.

You let out a muffled squeal in response. “You should know better than to tease me like that,” he groaned only half-jokingly. “I oughta teach you a lesson.” Fuck. You should have known such uncouth behavior would have landed you in trouble. Before you had time to gather your thoughts, Kennedy slammed himself into you, nearly bruising the back of your throat before moving your head back and forth at a feverish pace. In a flash, you were struggling to breathe and trying everything you could to avoid devolving into a coughing fit. You desperately attempted to relax your cramping jaw as much as you could to accommodate the President burying himself to the hilt inside you. He was enjoying the thrill of exerting his physical power over you. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t also take pleasure in the act. Your chest burned white-hot with desire. You could feel your clit throb at a feverish tempo as the President thrust deeper and deeper into your aching throat.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more of Kennedy’s punishment, his movements grew erratic--you could feel the massive, callused hand on the back of your head begin to tremble. “Oh, fuck,” the President gasped, his fingers intertwining with wet locks of hair. A sudden burst erupted into the back of your throat as his shaft pulsated vigorously against your tongue. Kennedy abruptly brought your rhythm to a halt and loosened his iron grip, allowing you to relax. A few quick coughs escaped your lips as you tried to remain composed. “Now, I better not see you misbehaving like that again,” the President quipped, shooting you a wink. You nodded obediently in response, but you knew you couldn’t make any promises.

[petruchio]

okay i know im being a hater or whatever so you dont have to post this but i needed to rant. this whole idea of "suzanne collins only writes if she has smth to say" is pissing me off soooo bad. bc like babes.... she's not fucking karl marx???? like she's a ya novelist???? like do you think that just bc she adds a few quotes about propaganda at the beginning of the book, she's all of sudden radically redefining our perceptions/view on how insidious governments are???? that she's like what? explaining dialectical materialism in such a way that young adults understand it and are radicalized????? "she only writes when she has smth to say...." and she wrote that she wanted that lionsgate chack. i don't understand why we gotta mythologize this woman. also this sentiment i see floating around on tiktok from fully grown adults being like "woaw.... i understand propaganda now... i see how evil it is...." are we being fr right now??? it took a ya novel for you to understand propaganda???? OPEN THE SCHOOLS AGAIN!!!

im not saying that the original trilogy was bad. it was great and i loved it a lot!! i think it still holds up to today. i love reading analysis and meta about it. i just feel like we can stop pretending that this book was good and not full of ret-cons. like reading the book felt like "who is this man pretending to be my alcoholic husband????" and if you like the book that's fine, that's alr. hell i even liked some of the ret-cons!!! (effie, plutarch, you will always be real to me. i love you even tho you have morals i would personally spit on. and beetee having kid???? cute, not my fav but cute. side note: how old was this man in mj??? in cf???? and im always a sucker for more mags content. wish we got better mags content but i'll take what we can get. and haymitch drinking that milk!!! what the hell was even that scene??? but i laughed so i'll include it.) but we really need to stop pretending like this wasn't a cash-grab.

sorry ik im being like a heinous hater rn and like im being sooo mean but i just had to get it off my chest. anyway, this is not directed at you ofc. you obv dont have to post this bc this is just me being rude as fuck to the general fandom but i just had to get this off my chest. sorry for word-vomiting in your inbox lol.

hope u have a great day!!!

(p.s is mythologize the right word???? i feel like it's not but i cant think of what else to use. deify?? uphold? put on a pedestal??? ahh, whatever. you get what i mean.)

no anon i SHALL post it!! speak your truth.

me and @districtunrest were talking about this too, this idea that people seem to keep repeating that suzanne collins writes out of contempt for her own readers. like every time a book comes out people go "oh its because she was mad everyone DIDNT GET IT the first time" and i just ... i don't think that's why she is writing books haha. i think she's writing books because she's a writer.

i also think the idea that everyone who read the hunger games is an idiot with no critical reading ability is ... kind of a reach? because like what are we all on here talking about all the time if not having conversations and analyzing the books and discussing the broader themes? sure there are some people who didn't read it and think about the political commentary but 1) that's okay, it is a story and 2) there are a lot of people who DID, so i'm getting a bit tired of the whole "you guys didn't get it" narrative considering that. well. a lot of people did.

but anyway yeah this book is a cash grab lets be so for real. that said i did spend my own hard earned cash on it so ... i'll let her have it i suppose. but that doesn't mean im not allowed to complain about it on my own blog

anyway im with you on the old man beetee lore drop. why was beetee helping gale make weapons in mockingjay. he should have been at the club. by which i mean the club for old people. like a nursing home or some shit. anyway never censor yourselves in my inbox guys. that's what im here for

[ghastlyang3l]

ROOK'S CODEX જ⁀➴

saw a lot of people doing this so I thought "why not"!

codex prompts created by @shivunin

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a conversion overheard between rook and a companion:

faint murmurs and movement can be heard as leslieya faintly hums to themselves, bellara quickly shuffles next to them.

Bellara: (clears throat) Hey Les, how's it going!

Leslieya: (gasps) Oh! Sorry Bellara you startled me! what's going on?

Bellara: Oh, you know... since me and the others are in a book club together, we were wondering if you would like to join us for the next meeting?

Leslieya: they pause for a moment. That depends, what book are you going to read?

Bellara: Well it's perfect for you actually! I'm not sure if you're a big fan of romance novels but the necromancy will surely interest you!

Leslieya: Really? what is it called?

Bellara: Kiss of the living dead! it's written by this person named "Lieya Ingellvar", and it's between two necromancers, one's a professor and they.... (she rambles on for a few minutes)

their eyes widen as their face heats up from slight embarrassment as she continues to explain the book, attempting to stop her

Bellara: .... Les?? what's wrong?

Leslieya: (heavy sigh) well the truth is that I.. actually wrote that while I was..

they were interrupted as the veil jumper gasps in excitement and lets out a giddy laugh

Bellara: Oh! OH!! I have like.. so many questions right now! Like how it came to be, or or..

Leslieya: they let a shush. Okay okay! I actually wrote it like a few years back, and it's definitely a lot to explain but please...! don't tell the others!

bellara continues to giggle as the conversation comes to it's end

notes from rook from when they were younger/ in training:

a series of angry doodles and scribbles are then followed by words

note to self, apparently do not use reanimated skeletons for a prank. it will not go well

more doodles

the wisps keep following me, and also stole my notes! how else am I supposed to remember my stuff now??

>:(

rook's daily schedule:

• wake up (✓)

• stretch and meditate

• go shopping for the team with lucanis

• visit wisps in the necropolis memorial gardens

an entry from rook's journal :

The little wisps appear to be having a great time at the lighthouse, and they definitely love to swipe things! On several occasions they've stolen Neve's notes and my artwork several times. When it comes to art, it's obvious that they really enjoy certain sketches. Harding, looking confused and a bit embarrassed, approached me with a red and flushed face. She wanted to know why a picture of Neve and me, had unexpectedly appeared among her plants. And another time Bellara hurried over to me, holding a drawing I had made of Emmrich that she had randomly found. She didn't say a word and quickly walked away, looking really embarrassed.

Perhaps I should hide my artwork somewhere safe, if this keeps happening...

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this was fun to do! but maybe I should probably get to work on my actual stories HAHA

[kannra21]

Bc I "love" (lol) Gege so much, I gathered some info on him. Pls DM me to add more if you remember anything

Pen name: Akutami Gege (芥見下々)

Birthday: 26th February 1992 (31yo)

Zodiac: Pisces

Born: Iwate Prefecture, Japan

he went to all boy's private school

Akutami has an older brother who's married. Yuji is strongly inspired by his brother who is Akutami's opposite. He is someone who succeeds in everything he undertakes: sports, studies etc.

he was never really interested in drawing or manga until 4th grade when his older brother bought Weekly Shōnen Jump. The Jump that he read had Bleach on it and that's how Akutami's love for Bleach developed. When he was in the 5th grade and moved from Iwate Prefecture to Sendai in Miyagi Prefecture, he was surprised to see that the kids at his new school drew manga

he started drawing manga by imitating his friends' work

so his Bleach obsession started in elementary school and his Evangelion and Hunter x Hunter obsession started in middle school

he wrote a poetry analogy called "Giant From The Clouds" in middle school, inspired by the Bleach mangaka

His previous works are Kamishiro Sōsa, No.9, Nikai Bongai Barabarjura and jjk 0

Yuji was named after his childhood classmate

Geto was named after the "Geto Korean Ski Resort", located near Akutami's hometown of Tohoku

he's slightly colorblind

he's a fan of occult, mystical practices and horror

he wears glasses

he cooks somewhat

he loves hot springs and scalp massages, he goes to dermatologist to maintain healthy skin

he exercises and he's trying to get in shape despite the busy schedule, workout is not as painful as it is boring

he's very grateful for his chiropractor bc of his stiff neck, he said that if he ever time-travels and meets his younger self he's gonna tell him "get in shape, seriously", he craves afternoon naps but tries to resist by eating sweets like Pikmin gummies (why's he so contradictory haha)

when Nakamura first debuted with the jjk cast and got to meet Gege, he was surprised by how young he looked. He also said that Gege has a calming voice

hobbies: he reads a bunch of novels and watches a bunch of movies whenever he can, he's busy with work most of the time

his favorite food is crispy thai pandan chicken

his favorite onigiri flavor is mentaiko, he loves Umaibo snacks, Schau Essen, potatoes, hayashi rice, ramen and seedless grapes

He's usually not a fan of name brands but he likes Balenciaga. He also wants to support Royal Host restaurant

he likes comedy podcasts like Arabikidan group

the first manga he submitted to Jump was a gag manga

when he was a student he found studying boring but he likes doing research on things that actually interest him (like engineering facts he needed for the manga)

when he was an art student, he didn't really like making drawings where the model stayed for hours in a specific pose. He preferred to sketch in 3-4 minutes

he relies too much on sketches, rough drafts and his editors (he says he's like a dog for the editors)

he has a habit of forgetting how to draw his characters sometimes

he's self-deprecating and he's sorry that he sometimes makes people feel awkward by being overly critical of himself *hugs him*

he finds it difficult to write Yuji bc Yuji and Akutami are fairly different, Akutami doesn't consider himself particularly athletic but he can relate to Yuji for being an "airhead" sometimes and does things when people tell him not to

he thinks he's clumsy and fucks up honorifics sometimes, he talks casually with his editor Yamanaka whom he has a beef with till this day, he reminds him to "respect his elders" (he's so Gojo coded lol)

He's so funny asdfghjhgfd

he's in good relationship with his parents, he respects them and they're very supportive of him

he cares about his mom's opinion on his manga

Toji's and Yuta's personalities are somewhat based on Akutami's dad, dad also reads the manga

according to Gege, jjk should've been a lot darker but editor didn't allow it

he's an otaku, he's a fan of Marvel, has Hunter x Hunter posters on the wall and enjoys Pokémon wii games, he collected Yu-Gi-Oh cards when he was younger, he's from the generation when Gintama was popular

He never felt hatred for Thanos from Avengers: Endgame (explains why he likes Sukuna so much lol)

his favorite Haikyuu character is Tendo and his favorite BNHA characters are Overhaul and Stain

he saw Brad Pitt in person wow

Idea for the pen name: Gege worked a part time job at the cleaners and learned what it's like to be humble in the world. "Gege" translates to a "person of lower status" or a "commoner"

he claims to be socially awkward with people he's not familiar with, he's not used to public speech but when he gets drunk he does a 180 and is blabbering a lot

people call him a genius with a great sense of humor, his editor Katayama says that he's a cheery and a cool person, much like Gojo

he bought a black mountain parka (like Gojo's) that's supposed to last for six years but he put it in storage after one week

he thought about dying his hair white (Gege stop with the Gojo cosplay)

he's a procrastinator, he's mentally preparing for hours to draw a manga chapter that would otherwise take him 30min. The truth is, he's getting tired of jjk and can't wait to finish it

he chose the cyclop cat avatar because drawing one eye is easier and no one hates cats

he said that he used to have a "type of girl" in high school but the more he grew up he realized that every woman is a good woman, he likes well-groomed women (although I think he likes girls with thick tights? he's a Hwasa fan)

he thinks that world can't be divided into black and white and that it's always a blur. Villains and heroes are treated the same because each of them have their own beliefs and ideologies that are valid

he isn't emotionally bound to any of his characters, he will kill whoever, as long as the story is interesting

he's deliberately not trying to sexualize his female characters, not just because of his parents, but also because he wants to leave a respectable impression. Mangaka profession is very looked down upon. He wants to change that

his net worth is somewhere around $12 million

he wants to stay anonymous bc he enjoys his commoner life, there's a certain freedom to being a normal person, he can go in public spaces without anyone recognizing his face. For instance: he secretly went watching the jjk 0 movie in theater along with the opening comments on the first day. A fan accidentally met him but he pretended to be a staff member

[deifyruby]

my lcf brainworms are gone now but no novel will ever drive me as crazy as lcf did. honestly i did yawn at some of longer battles, lol, but otherwise it was so great. finding out cale's /real/ backstory that ties together all the quirks that we chalked up as him being kinda unique, realizing all the foreshadowing done 500+ chapters ago, finding out about (cale's friends back in earth (sorry oh my god i forget names))'s deal with GoD, and turns out one of them wrote the novels cale read??? that's why the novel was weird about a lot of stuff, because it was the retelling of a human from an outside perspective, not an omnipotent being that wrote the world into being, that put care into making these characters alive, but a flawed retelling of real, pre-existing events with the sole purpose of aiding cale.

the attention to detail is insane.

the only problem for me, and a few others i've seen, is that it's too long, which is good but also: first part alone is 700+ chapters. between the time we waited for part 2, we've already forgotten a lot of stuff if we weren't getting reminded by the fandom lol. which i wasn't, i moved on to other stuff HAHA. so yeah. love that it's long, but sjsjjsjskw. i may re read it whenever i get my hands on the physical novels, which please go buy them if you can and want to the covers are sooooo pretty.

yay yap first yap i did about lcf in a while

[artficlly]

Omg im sorry you’ve received rude messages. How did people miss that you wrote the other avengers like that for a literary purpose? It made perfect sense to me.

Also I’ve always pictured Steve reacting that way to Bucky being with anyone because of how protective he is of Bucky and his recovery. I seldom see it portrayed but it’s always how I viewed it regardless of who the love interest is.

Im sorry your put off but I promise anyone with media literacy and not just vying for Bucky smut can understand what you’ve written so beautifully.

I feel like you’re really writing something so well structured and thought out and purposeful - genuinely you should be a published writer. Far better than a lot of things I’ve read out there! Your writing and characters are so dynamic and well thought out I am truly like foaming at the mouth at everything you put out! -♥️

hi lovely <3

yeah, i dont know honestly. i'm kinda a sensitive person so i'm sure they don't mean for it to be rude but yeah. i was worried about this chapter because of how angsty it is. i don't hate any of the avengers i swear!! why would i be writing for this fandom if i didn't like them </3

but i think you're right, if people come to my page to read smut it's probably not going to be a good time haha. i have to set the scene with thousands of words of plot first lool.

i've honestly had a lot of people say i should be published writer which always surprises me. i don't mean to sound annoying but i've never really considered my writing itself that good, i just like storytelling. the skill and art of words and sentence structure etc is lost on me hah. . i've had dreams of being able to make a living off original projects--though those are normally in the comic/graphic novel/visual novel adjacent rather than a normal book because i am a (starving) artist by trade baha.

but yeah tysm for reading and for the kindness. <33 i just got out of a 2h class and my brain is mush, so ignore me incoherent ramblings.

[calina-alda]

Hey there! I am currently reading Twisted Devotion and I'm absolutely obsessed! Your writing style is fantastic and I just love the way you wrote the characters. I can't look at screens too long because I'm prone to migraines, so I printed it out and I read it like a proper novel. When it's all wrapped up, my friend is going to bind it for me. Just wanted to share. :)

Omg???

First of all, thank you so much for the praise, it seriously means a lot to me!! I'm so happy to hear you're enjoying Twisted Devotion that much.

Also, I'm really sorry to hear about your migraines, but it’s so sweet and amazing that you went out of your way to print it out to read it like a real novel

I’m honestly speechless over the fact that you're going to have it as a bound book??! That’s insanely cool, and honestly I’m a little jealous haha. You have to send me a pic of the finished book when it's done!!

🩷🩷🩷

[orquidborgo]

Well, I'm getting a fever and with a lot of ideas, so I'm going to write them here because I don't have anything better to do!

This are concepts/writing ideas I got that I have more or less the story made in my head but I never wrote it down because I don't have the confidence to publish anything (haha self esteem issues are so funny), so here they are:

Jake Muller, professional B.O.Wsitter

* I got this idea while reading a modern fantasy resident evil fanfic (where the wound drips venom from your soul), basically:

After the events of resident evil VI, Jake only accepted jobs that allowed him to fight B.O.W and protect people BUT that didn't get him a lot of money, with Sherry's birthday approaching he is thinking about taking a mercenary jobs that pays very well until he receives a call from Chris Redfield, go to the middle of nowhere in Nebraska(? I'm thinking about changing the location) on a mansion with everything paid to take care of 5 B.O.Ws, just not the way he though he would.

Perfect paintings

* I got this idea from reading a really short story from space marine husbandry (I think it was from @kit-williams, is a story about a custodes, idk I forgot, it was so long ago) but I never got the confidence to write it because I don't think I will write a good mystery piece that'll comply with my expectations:

Detective Arad Yilmaz approached the scene, this is the 4th murder this month, the murders follow a pattern: All of them were strangled to death, had long black hair, honey/light brown eyes, middle eastern heritage and where last seen interacting with a really tall astartes.

The location of the corpses leave a trail as if the murderer have been moving constantly, following the same movement as the chaos warbands path, now with this corpse being found by a Dark Angel the astartes want to take this matter in their own hands.

Will Arad be able to find the murderer, bring them to justice and avoid an all out war between astartes before is too late? The clock is ticking.

There is no home like the one your bonded is:

* After reading Cedric's story in space marine husbandry (I also forgot to say that Cedric belongs to @sleepyfan-blog, sorry) and watching the movie "Bolt" I got thinking, what happens when a space marine grows a bond with a human that lives in another country and is only visiting? So here it is:

Guillermo Testarossa is visiting the U.S.A for his winter vacation, following his aunt's advice to stave off boredom he ventures into the local astartes hospital with his aunt's bonded apothecary. There he meets an injured space wolf, the rest of his vacation he spends it talking and having fun with this astartes but not everything last forever and he has to comeback to his home country Argentina, saying his goodbyes and promising to comeback next year.

Unbeknownst to him, this space wolf will not wait an entire year, using a joke his brother-captain made as motivation, with a camera, a notepad and supplies on his back he embarks on a adventure walking from the U.S to Buenos Aires - Argentina to find his bonded, taking photos and recording everything he encounters in his journey. The only thing he knows is that his bonded lives in San Telmo, works in a coffee shop with private tango shows and studies electronic engineering.

Save us from ourselves

* I seriously need to read Magnus primarch novel because there is no way you are telling me a whole planet of highly trained psykers (this mfs have magic, mind you) with space travel technology didn't have a plan B to evacuate civilians in case of a invasion, and I also like Arknights a LOT so, this is kind of a crossover between 40k and arknights:

Rhode Island is an humanitarian/pharmaceutical organization that travels across space with the mission of saving psykers, protecting those infected with flesh change and find the cure of said illness, right know they have treatment and have developed technology to protect/stabilize psykers with it so they can live a normal life.

Marckus Ahriman is a young 16 year old field operator with signs of mutation and a big heart who wishes for a world where all psykers are free and flesh change is finally cured. In a fateful operation battling against a chaos incursion he finds a soul shard that "calls" to him, upon touching it he remembers: he Magnus the Red, primarch of the Thousand Sons and son of the Emperor of Mankind, or well... A shard of him.

My big... Primarch?: Friendship is Magic (this is a temporary title)

* I watched a few episodes of my little pony so this is a crack fic, don't mind it that much:

During her fight against Starlight Glimmer through timelines; Twilight Sparkle gets "knocked out", but when she wakes up again to try and stop Starlight, she ends up in Magnus's body as a baby. So is basically her dealing with 40k insanity, family issues and trying to go back to her home.

She would try to understand why the other primarchs are so apprehensive of magic and would try to befriend them: She would try and not use magic in front of Mortarion after knowing his trauma and help him through it the best she can, would cure Angron of his nails, Leman would finally like her because she gets tired of his bullshit and start throwing hands and things like that.

Magnus's regular day

* With how pridefull is Magnus about magic, I'm surprised he hasn't gotten in a lot of psychic shenanigans in "regular show" style, every chapter would be Magnus getting into a crazy adventure, sometimes pulling his brothers, any of his sons or a unfortunate custodes along the ride.

The Emperor, Malcador and Constantin are just... Done with his magical bullshit at some point and just let him be because they know that he'll somehow fix it at the end.

So... Yep. This is all I got.

[pendwelling]

hello !!

I have been reading your content for a while and I really appreciate it especially your detailed answer to people questions I really like it 😄😄

That's why I want to ask my questions too☺️☺️

Hmmm so first , you know in chapter 805 yuseo called gain his Earth and in chapter 850 or close to it when yuseo knew his friends forgot about him ,he was having a breakdown 😭😭 and he said might even resent them for it but deep down he knew he can never hate his Earth forever 😭😭

Yeah so here yuseo only meant gain without Cedric?? So that means deep down yuseo has more affection and love gain more ? Cause I always thought he loves them both equally

Is gain maybe more important in the story thank Cedric? Cause I noticed that gain has many many POV in the story meanwhile Cedric having POV is very rare 😞 especially when yuseo left for his world almost all POVs were gain's ...so does that mean like she's 2mc after yuseo ?

I Know my questions may sound stupid but I actually care and notice these things while reading😅😅 like noticing that gain had also more screen time with yuseo than Cedric in the lastest chs 😅😅 that's why that thought occured to me

Hmm I have only another question ( sorry I talk too much but this novel really took my mind these days 😭😭 so I'm thinking about all kind of stuff) ... U know that Jesse suggested to yuseo to tell the people that they share a plate and yuseo accepted but Cedric refused? But eventually I didn't understand whether they did tell people that or just said that they were twins?

Cause honestly if they did do that wouldn't making a covenant with Cedric be quiet no possible since people know that they share plate

Honestly even now I think making a covenant might be really impossible for many reasons:

1/ yuseo already goes to his world and he spends most time there (he only spends two days in reister ) and the timeline is quite different?? Like a few days in his world are many months in reister??? Wouldn't that make him absent a long time??? When they become religious companions they can't be appart from each other a long time or they suffer like Fred and Aurelie right ? So I feel like yuseo wound not accept it

2/ when he becomes religious companion he can't share his ether with others (except gain maybe cause she and ced already have a connection ) it might be a dump reason but I feel yuseo would still want to help others with his ether especially Johann and future holy knight kids (Lynn and cerise)

3/ finally even if it's one sided yuseo and Jesse do share a plate so it would make it diffecult to form covenant cause Cedric emotions and thoughts will be shared to Jesse too ? It feels like he shared his plate with the two of them

So what do u think?

Man I really wrote a whole essay 😭😭😭

I'm sorry that u have to read through all of this 🥺🥺

And thanks for your answer in advance

Hello!!! Sorry late response 😭😭 I'm assuming you probably read more chapters ahead by now and might have gotten answers to your questions yourself, but I'll still give my own insights too haha

Anyhow—Yeah! Yeseo and Ga-in do indeed get some very notable moments during the later end parts of TWSB, but I personally think that the moments between Ga-in-Yeseo and Cédric-Yeseo are both equally spread out, and both with their own respective moments to shine, and sometimes all together and in different (equally important) ways. Cédric's POVs might not be as much in comparison to Ga-in's in certain moments, but (again personally) I find that this is because Ga-in's character and personality allows for certain scenes to be viewed and conveyed in much more appropriate ways than it could be in Cédric's. Cédric's POVs are also notably... dramatic. Intense (haha). Surprisingly poetic and heartwrenching at times, but it's always an elaboration of his inward emotional state, and not as much outward action.

Cédric is the kind of character whose internal narration is better when taken in small doses, especially because his unique perspective as a Crown Prince archetype (back in the 300s, for example, it was especially interesting to see Cédric's through outsider POVs and in an environment of—not equals, like with "Prince Jesse" and Lady Christelle and their other noble friends—but of commoners and soldiers who cannot interact with him as easily). His POVs are always very emotional (sometimes despite his outward actions seeming so abrupt or sudden or even "out-of-nowhere" if you havent seen his POV), and often related to his own psyche, his internal turmoil, the way relationships affect him personally and the childhood trauma that in turn affect how he goes about life and relationships, and even more particularly, Yeseo.

But as for the moments that you are talking about (800s+), in a way, it makes sense why we get more of Ga-in's perspectives. Both she and Yeseo, after all, are transmigrators who can both relate and understand on deeper levels the dilemma of having to leave one world for the other, and the struggles that come with this very unique experience. She's also undeniably WAY MORE emotionally intelligent than Cédric in this regard, and as the eldest, the noona of the trio, I think it was especially important for Ham Ga-in to have been the one taking the lead in this very emotional goodbye and see-you-later.

Yeseo can be thought of as the glue holding the three characters together, but Ga-in's role as the understated emotional pillar is also just as important and very vital to their dynamics as a whole!!!! 🥲

In the scene of 805, I think it's noteworthy that when Cédric and Ga-in are both leading Yeseo to the Paten, "walking him home," the way the two of them do so is very indicative of the roles they play in each others' lives and in this moment. Cédric holds Yeseo's hand with his right, leaving his dominant left hand free to wield the blade—physically and visibly demonstrating the silent support that Cédric is towards and provides for Yeseo. It should be noted that in all previous situations during fights where Cédric has had to carry Yeseo over his right shoulder, he always, ALWAYS, keeps his sword arm free to both fight and defend his partners. And even when he does have to give up the sword while fleeing with Yeseo over his shoulder, he'll have Ga-in under his sword arm as a "backup weapon" haha. This has been a recurring trend throughout the story, even when it's sometimes used in comedic scenarios, but it's a characteristic of his nonetheless that even the author acknowledged in one of their A/Ns xD (604 Munpia). BUT ANYWAY BACK TO 805—in contrast, Ga-in's support extends more to just supporting him with silent and strong gestures. She constantly talks to him, reaches out, reassures him, she appeases him with words and promises, speaking on both the behalf of herself AND of Cédric. She's the spokesperson for the two of them—her wishes are also Cédric's. If Cédric didn't feel the same way, he would have spoken up (heck, he probably wouldn't have been there in the first place lmao—him growing to care for both Yeseo and Ga-in is one of the most integral parts driving the story too, after all!)

This moment is very emotional, and Ga-in is the emotional anchor keeping them all together. I definitely would NOT say that she is more important than Cédric. They are BOTH EQUALLY very very important to Yeseo, and they both demonstrate their different outward ways of caring for and supporting him 🥹 In this specific situation, however, Ga-in's emotional outspokenness naturally takes the lead and gives Yeseo the more active verbal comfort that he needs. Had she not been there, I fear Cédric would have to deal with an emotionally crumbling Yeseo all alone haha—of course, that isn't to say that Cédric would just stand there and do nothing, but this guy is HELLA internally emotional but without the proper ability to dish out comfort the way Ga-in does. He just keeps it all inward. This situation was hard for all three of them combined, but Ga-in took the reigns and gave the final push.

She's the eldest! Their noona... She has to do her best, smile, and stay strong, because one guy is too soft-hearted, and the other guy is unexpectedly soft-hearted, too, so she must be the strong one and ease the mood. That has always been our Ga-in's specialty 🥹🥲

Ga-in is Yeseo's "Earth" because she's their anchor, the one who grounds them all—"my only rock and hill", as Ga-in once said in reference to own older sister.

Thus, we have Cédric with the unstaggering physical support and strength. Then, Ga-in with her vocal reassurances and emotional support. I have a LOT to say about 805, but anyhow, I think I made my point haha. It a brilliant chapter imo, and really displays the facets of CYC's relationship and dynamics, both inward and outward. Cédric does get his own moments with Yeseo later on too:

Most notably, off the top of my head, that scene in Chapter 917 where Yeseo visits home again with Cédric tagging along, where he presents Cerise to Hyunseo like "Ta-da~ It's our baby" as if they're two newlyweds presenting their daughter to the family for the first time 😭. OH and then in 898, where Cédric snuck into the Jung apartments and clumsily tried offering Yeseo, his family, and EVEN HIS DISTANT FAMILY 😭 all titles and riches and lands just so that Yeseo could permanently become Riester citizens and stay there with him and Ga-in... (Yeseo naturally puts his foot down and refuses lmao, but he appeases Cédric's worries by saying that Riester is still his second home, and that he has no intention of leaving them behind again BUT STILL OMG 😭)

Look. You gotta understand. Ga-in and Yeseo's relationship is so so meaningful and caring and sweet, but Cédric is always on a whole other level. This guy is so crazy about Yeseo, he's just disguising it under a stoic handsome face LMAO...

YEAH OML ANYWAY. NOW FOR THE HOLY PLEDGE/PLATE QUESTION—

For Pledge Concern #1, regarding the time differences between the TWSB world and the "IRL" world, if you continue reading (and I'm assume you might have? already read to that point by now since it's been a while since you sent this Ask wkdjsksk), you'll find that this issue resolves itself haha. I'm glad you took notice of this, however, because it is a concern that Yeseo HIMSELF also shares, even vocally too, back in Chapter 736 during a discussion with Jibril which started with Yeseo expressing relief that Jibril would be a good supporting figure for future-emperor Cédric (to which Jibril slapped back with basically "why would he need me when he's got you?"). Yeseo is so worried about hurting Cédric with the long-distance effects of a Covenant/Holy Pledge, but with time, this thankfully gets resolved 🥲🙌 Even the charas themselves kinda refer to his dimension-hopping being akin to something like "our family' daughter hopping to their new household (the one they married into)" LMAO. Yeseo could also leave Cédric (and perhaps Ga-in, if they go the double Pledge route) with a bunch of holy stones to soothe the soul ache, like what Frédérique and Aurélie have previously done, too.

As for Pledge Concern #2!!! Hahaha, that's a valid concern. I totally understand why you'd think Yeseo might want that, but it's also understandable why he would also choose the other. Yeseo is actually quite recipient to the idea of forming a Holy Pledge with Cédric—or at the very least, officially accepting the man's Covenant proposal and becoming his Religious Companion—but the only thing that held him back was the concern of the universal distances causing him pain. But with that now out of the way, suffice to say, there's now plenty of reason for Yeseo to no longer postpone the proposal. I feel I should also bring back Juliette/Julite Statia, who, historically, has been one of the (if not the only) recorded Priests to have supplied ether to two Holy Knights at once. Ga-in even referenced Julite's circumstances wayyy back in early-TWSB before the Holy See, and now that Yeseo is pretty much the Pope with Paten as his Plate/Vessel, we can assume that a double-Holy Pledge is on the table of possibilities (not to mention Cédric and Christelle's funky little soul bond haha).

As for him supplying ether to others, again, that's very valid. Yeseo is the type that likes to help others when he can. But also, I think he is also capable of trusting their other reliable priest friends, even more so when the war is over. Johann has (his future-daughter-in-law~) Eva and even our dear Priest Sand; Cornelisse has Isle; and Lynn and Cerise are young kids who would probably find their own intimate connections with priest companions of their own, once they grow up, too. After all, they can't rely on Mama Yeseo forever hehe (but the image is very sweet and tempting... maybe Yeseo will hold off the Holy Pledge just to nurse baby Cerise and little Lynn for a bit longer xDDD). But anyhow, it makes more sense for them to eventually find their own Religious Partners later (especially for Cerise Riester, who is actual Imperial Royalty).

As for your Pledge/Plate Concern #3, I remember I answered a similar thing on discord, so I'll just largely reiterate my response for there unto here haha:

The Plate-sharing between Yeseo and Losna is said to be one-way, as Yeseo's original plate was given to Losna upon his resuscitation, while the Paten in turn became Yeseo's. So while it's true that Yeseo's emotions and memories have been transferred to Losna, Yeseo doesn't get anything from Losna—so in terms of a Covenant, Cédric would probably be fusing his plate with YESEO'S PATEN, instead of his original Plate (which is now within Losna). So the ether sharing would be respectively between Cédric and Yeseo's Plates/Paten, and their souls would be connected from that point.

We can also naturally assume that Losna would still be able to feel Yeseo's emotions since he's the owner of Yeseo's Plate, but whether or not he could feel Cédric's is more ambiguous, but here is what I take from the affair:

1.) Losna owning Yeseo's Plate = Feeling Yeseo's emotions and having his memories.

2.) Cédric forming a Covenant with Yeseo's Paten Plate = Merging ether reservoirs and souls, thus knowing how the other feels (and to an extent, how they think).

—SO, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

Losna, who has Yeseo's Plate but not the PATEN plate, would still feel Yeseo. It's one-sided on Losna➡️Yeseo's part, and so perhaps Losna's indirect link to Cédric (who would be linked to Yeseo) would ALSO be onesided. He could feel what YESEO feels, but not what Cédric feels.

And re:Twins and Plate sharing—while Yeseo was fine with it, Cédric didn't like the sound/implications of selling the story as "Losna and Yeseo share a Plate" LMAO, so in the end, what happens is that the Frédérique ordered the Palace (or rather Bérénice haha) to basically fabricate a whole mythos surrounding Yeseo and Losna's origins as "twins" to sell to the public. One who was born with divinity, one born with mortality. There's a LOT to say about TWSB's use of religion and (fictional) religious propaganda throughout the series, but I won't get into much detail there haha. But just know that I think about it a lot, and again, I love love love how much politics and religion play a part in TWSB. It makes the world of kingdoms, empires, aristocracy and the everyman feel very real.

But anyhow, I don't believe Yeseo forming a Holy Pledge with anyone will cause any issues with Losna, too.

THOUGH!!! On Munpia, Sookym has finally released information on the Side Stories (WHICH IS COMING OUT THIS JANUARY‼️‼️‼️🥹🥹🥳), so perhaps we'll see a glimpse into the aftermath and how Religious Companionship is faring for Yeseo and friends!! I'll personally be totally fine with the story as is ending the way it did and with a lot up for natural interpretation because there are also a lot of other storylines and characters to explore even more in depth to hehe. But I'll probably be happy with whatever Sookym cooks 🥹 Maybe we can even hope for more modern setting shenanigans... who knows!!!

Anyhow, yeah!!! I hope this helped answer any questions or concerns!! Sorry for the late response haha, the questions that take longer answers generally require more energy on my part (both to gather my thoughts, to do some re-reading and research to avoid accidentally spreading misinfo 😭, as well as just writing out everything WKWKKWKW)

Again, I'm assuming you probably(?) finished reading TWSB till the end already, and I hope you enjoyed/are enjoying the rest of their journey!!! I hope you (and whomever might be reading this haha) tunes in for whenever the Side Stories come out in January!!!! 🙌🙌

[nilboxes]

Hi! I love the way you write the relationship between Aventurine and Ratio in your fics and I wanted to know I'd they were each other's firsts? First kiss, first handholding, etc. Or if they had experience before meeting each other.

Hello, Anon! Thank you for the kind words, it's pretty nice to hear you enjoy them 🤗

I am firmly in the camp that Ratio isn't exactly clueless about relations, and has had some during all his years in academia and in his career. There would have been a handful of hidden away action late at night in the lab, though his partners never last too long. He'd just think dating is a little bit of a pain, but he does enjoy the "stimulation" so he figures he can just... do it himself most of the time when he needs release, which is a little far in-between. Essentially he is a beginner at these things, but not quite clueless!

Aventurine on the other hand, I think he's done a lot of things with others already. Kisses, being in bed, etc etc. But a lot of it is casual, never serious, he's the hedonistic sort, he would have experimented.

It is my little pet headcanon that he and Diamond had/have relations. (Imagine whatever's comfortable for you sorry XD, even if I wrote a fic between them I think a lot of it is still up in the air for now) Diamond would send people his way as a mole, or as a means of keeping him in-check, since I feel out of all the Stonehearts for now, he is the one who doesn't exactly *want* for anything, and therefore might be prone to getting ~ideas~ but this is also some mind games between them imo anyway Aventurine would have thoroughly enjoyed the company of those people before sending them on their way, so he's got some dubious relationship experience. I think this is necessary for my interpret of him because like, he's never had a healthy one before, but he knows what an unhealthy one looks like and doesn't do that with Ratio, he's got a little foundation to that I guess.

Anyway I do believe though that they are each other's first rather healthy relationship (situationship) and in a way, all manner of things are their first. Their first kiss and first time doing it will still be the Final Victor LC for me, but it's the smaller, more mundane things that matter with them.

I imagine, the first time they had like non-sexual contact would be probably a scenario sometime before Penacony project, Aventurine and Ratio would need to vacate premises really fast and Aventurine takes Ratio's hand and leads him out of there. First-ish kinda date MAAAYBE would likely be the shopping spree they did to create a mass negative feelings event in Penacony (I intend to write two versions of these probably, one in the omegaverse AU and another one as a standalone augh)

I also recall the first time either of them stayed the night was when Aventurine got sick. Nothing happened between them, but for Ratio, waking up beside someone is a highly novel experience I would think! He's just the type of guy who wouldn't like to stay over because he prefers his own pillows and beddings better but thanks to Aventurine's highly luxurious tastes it happened (of course I am joking it was because Aven was really sick but lol this was a big factor also)

Really thinking about a lot of their firsts also LOL I wonder where their first romantic kiss would be... like a legitimate I want to kiss you and you want to kiss me moment outdoors but they were alone if I ever wrote that out...

Anyway sorry for taking so long to answer! I was really wracking my brains for this HAHA uhh thanks for the ask again ♥

[groundzero-v]

Titles tag game

Thank you @roalinda for tagging me! 💕

List the titles of your top 5 priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers)

An upcoming scene, event or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which of the top 5 wips are they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

Titles

1. Revenge *is* the answer (worktitle, Prongsfoot)

Set in a version of the wizarding world where ghosts work a bit differently, Sirius and James team up to hunt Peter Petigreew down.

Or: James comes back (sort of), breaks Sirius out of Azkaban (finally) and decides whoever betrayed them both doesn't deserve to live on.

2. Marauder's Guide to Saving the Wizarding World (Prongsfoot)

I suppose everyone is tired of me talking about this one, but it's my only published wip 😄 James and Sirius compete as a team in the Triwizard Tournament which sets things that were never supposed to happen in their time in motion. Marauders fight Voldemort AU!

Includes lots of Marauder banter, feels, questionable humour, prongsfoot moments and brand new tasks in the tournament

3. No title yet. Star Wars AU + transmigration* (Prongsfoot)

The Proud Immortal Sith Way was a webnovel with an average rating of 2.5. It was, quite frankly, a piece of shit. The only thing that kept James reading, day after day, was the main character, the Jedi turned Sith, Sirius Black.

Sirius' whole life was filled with misfortune and pain. Upon entering the Order he received nothing but distain and distrust from everyone around him, even from his Master. It was no wonder he turned to the Dark side when everyone was just a useless NPC!

'How is it fair that Sirius had to spend the rest of his life in misery after suffering this whole time?!!’ James wrote at 1AM into the comment section of yet another chapter that had Sirius traveling the galaxy and adding another one-chapter, useless love interest to his harem.

The same night, James died. When he woke up, he was in the novel, the words 'Fine, do better,' apprearing in front of his eyes before they blipped out of existence.

*((A variation of SVSS for those aware, but should be totally alright to read without any knowledge of SW or SVSS^^))

4. Fantasy/Knights of the Round table AU (Prongsfoot)

Fantasy, Arthur & Knights of the Round table AU. James in the place of Arthur, future king, and Sirius as Lancelot, his most loyal knight. Features sword-magic, epic adventures and magical creatures. A very much just a concept for now

An upcoming scene, event or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing:

1. Prongsfoot just...being feral for each other, absolute devotion to the max. They have finally reunited again and there's nothing that can stop them. Also just them...trespassing everywhere 😄 Besides that, definitely the confrontation with Peter!!

2. I'm pretty excited about the Second Task of the Tournament (and a bit scared since I had to create it, hopefully it's interesting). But other than that, to be very vague haha, Prongsfoot meeting Voldemort for the first time!🙈 (There is a line that started this whole fic that I have been waiting to use and its coming closer with each day!!)

3. It's so different so I have to say there're so many things I'm really excited about. Figuring out who should be who in the SW universe is a lot of fun, but I think I'm mostly looking forward to James and Sirius being absolutely unstoppable with lightsabers and the Force. The aspect of the transmigration is also something I'm really really looking forward to

4. I love fantasy so puttting Prongsfoot in there is just a dream. A scene I'm most excited about is Sirius getting knighted by James and swearing his loaylty to him 🥹

Tagging (no pressure and sorry if you were already tagged!) @lovelymasks @jmagnabo92 @cassiaratheslytherpuff @gracelesslady23 @prongsfoot4life @solitaire-sol @mycupofrum @siriuslystarbucks @siriuslycomplex

[kittynugg]

haha yeah that's just average tumblr user exaggeration we do it all the ti-

*lacrimosa plays like the part where the meme is*

you werent kidding.

YOU WERENT KIDDING

okay so i've learned not to underestimate you leene ( @empressofsamoyeds )

lot of answers under the cut HHAQHKH

this is a fun one! okay so back in my glory days before the horrors (11-13 years old) i used to.. not know ao3 existed! i'd get my reading in on fanfiction.net reading exclusively the detroit: become human works of waywardwonder (also on ao3). this person was/is incredibly talented and writes novel-length fics so if you like dbh you'll probably like them because i FUCKING loved this person.

this person's works were incredibly inspiring to me, i wanted to write dbh fics of my own which i never ended up doing beside a draft i wrote directly on ao3 and gave up on and deleted because i didnt know what rich text OR html was

my NEXT shot at fanfiction i believe i wrote in either microsoft word or on grammarly when i was thirteen, i asked my like 16 year old friend at the time to beta read and they said it looked like something they'd write in middle school and regret in highschool and they were right

sooooooooooo i gave up again

then came a certain show by a certain zoophile who i had no fucking idea about at the time btw that was uh. a shocker. but i. had. HEADCANONS. al*stor was my SON. i gave him a backstory, a cute nickname, a wip i didnt finish..

and then i stopped caring about hazbin hotel because BAM INVADER ZIM BABY LOOK AT THAT LITTLE GUY GO LOOK AT THAT CHILD TRY TO DISSECT HIM i wrote SO MUCH and it was ALL uh

IT WAS ALL TERRIBLE

but this time i didnt give up! my friends encouraged and uplifted me and i discovered looking up "writing tips" on pinterest and i just kept getting better and now i regret writing that dbh fic.

okay so woefully the emoji does not work BUUUUUT I HAVE THE POWER OF THE INTERNET

roller skate

roller skate?

alright whatever. this is for the next chapter of a little dilemma which you should totally read guys. 👧👦🎠🖐👆 its pretty poorly done not very descriptive (THE EMOJIS NOT THE FIC I SWEAR!!) but im a dumb idiot sorry

why is that a roller ska-

OOH!! IOPIOH OOOH!

okay so this first one is a camp camp fic, in which david adopts max because that is the standard for camp camp fics, it's called Love Like You and it is my ALL-TIME FAVORITE. I LOVE IT

this right here, Can't Sleep (And it's Not Because I'm Touch-Starved) almost ties it despite being a oneshot. this is just a fic of ford being in denial about wanting to cuddle its beautiful its my comfort fic. in fact thats my all-time favorite oneshot and love like you is my all-time favorite multi-chapter

and finally, Oh, brother, we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin. it is a series of sickfics that isnt complete yet and you should pleaaseeee read it? please? i love it its stan and ford-centric and its so cute

i usually dont have any but rn i haveeeeeeeeeee seven, two were from roblox and the other five were from ao3

uhhh hmmm

i used to LOVE hello kitty when i was younger, i was a girl when i was younger if that explains it. i've had this old beat up greyed plushie of her for over ten years now i think? she is in my shelf of things that make me happy and when i finally get my gf shit its going to join her

PURELY writer's block. i belieeeeve the source is boredom or understimulation but i've found that when i just dont work on what i should be working on and start a whole new fic instead i can write like over 1,000 words in one day EASILY but otherwise i struggle to write over 500

okay so i do not ship, this is not even a pairing because stan and ford are canonically brothers but here is my headcanon

in ohbrotherwegodeeperthantheinkbeneaththeskin (goddamn its a long name its linked above) ford is mentioned to have a lamb plushie, and i played cult of the lamb with my brother as the goat so i hc that stan and ford had matching lamb and goat plushies as kids. stan lost his somewhere in the house and ford brought his with him to college, it sat in a box until after the show's events when stan revealed to their mother that "..hey ma.. it might seem crazy what im bout to say" and tells her about ford and both her favorite sons are alive and blah blah

and she HURRIES over to visit them and brings stan's old goat plushie she found somewhere ages ago and kept in good condition as something to remember her baby by

so the twins and their childhood plushies were reunited, and ford named them lambert and goatfrey after some lame shit (my headcanon names for the lamb and goat in cotl 🥺)

here's some art i did and sent to someone on anon so if you've seen this before you probably have but im not stealing it hffhuk dont hurt me

they cherish them

...

*cough*

*cricket sound effe-

no no alright three good things -my birthday is in ten days -i found out which store sells the teabags i used to drink in america (black tea obv hifuhukfh THEY BARELY SELL IT HERE) and im currently drinking iced tea -starting to believe that people actually like my writing

i do not use my notes app i used you as my notes app last night to remind myself to think of ideas for stan and mabel bonding (btw i failed) but the latest thing in my stupid opera flow thing wont let me open flow okay thanks opera. im sure its something about stan and ford

i believe ice machines is up there, also how much water could fill an adult's lungs. i dont thik it was for water i think i was just trying not to get put on any lists

if you feel like having a freakout or reaching for a bad coping mechanism, draw something instead! this has saved me from relapsing multiple times

i dont particularly have a dream-fic but i'd like rubyflakes to write more about stan and ford platonically cuddling

my solution is to get inspired by something else and forget about the first thing and make insane progress on the second thing in one day and feel like you did nothing despite all you did with the second thing because you didnt work on the first thing. it works wonders on the second thing

fucking spiders georg man that man is crazy

i get fucking giddy at any comments but the two types that make me the happiest are specific compliments on parts that they liked (leene i love you/p) or "UHFUHVKFVKHU I LOVED THIS SO MUCH IRHFKHFHJFVJF" (my type of comment that is how i comment)

bill bILL THAT FUCKING--

okay so when he's not being shipped with ford he's an objectively good character. i hate him a lot. -they do a good job at making a *cough* irredeemable villain. genuinely the shit bill does is wholly unforgivable. i do not give a fuck what happened to him i have no sympathy -hes silly!! okay so i do despise him but he is FUNNY at times, gotta give him credit where credit's due -he's rotting in therapy and i hope he stays there 😊😊

..ford

no not really

what the fuck who are you

i hve been scratching my neck like a crackhead waiting to open the birthday gift my friend sent me for five days now. ten more days

i hope that answers your question

you bastard making me work on MY writing/j

okay ehre you are its fir a little dilemma its 100 words they're playing on a see-saw :>

“I knew I could count on you!” Mabel chirped, grinning from ear to ear. She took Ford’s still frustratingly-tiny hand and pulled him toward the see-saw. 

Naturally, Ford climbed on like he had the first time, and gripped the railing tightly with one hand as he pushed off the ground and was lifted into the air. Such a simple action.. and yet it was more fun than he had on a daily basis as an adult. Even the second time! It just didn’t get old! “Whoo!” He cheered, reaching a hand toward the sky that cast a long shadow against the ground.

my brother's username was ___nugg idk if he wants me to share it but i like kitties so i went kittynugg. i hate it so much

this fucking idiot

he stinks

okay so i CANT ATTACH ANHY MORE IMAGES so im gonna continue in another post (future connor here, here's part two!)

[thealogie]

I'm sorry but I'm about to treat your ask box like a confessional.

You kind of deserve it, though, because due to your Sherlock rewatch posts I've been forced to remember that 1. Sherlock is a show that exists and 2. that I wrote Sherlock fanfic when I was 13... about SHERLOCK and MOLLY.

In my defence, I was a deeply deeply deeply repressed bisexual who hadn't realized it yet - so all of the obvious and insane gay stuff between Sherlock and John just completely sailed over my head. Also propaganda worked really well on me as a child - so basically I was the ideal viewer for Moftiss lol. There'd be scenes where people mistook Sherlock and John for a couple and I'd go 'huh that's kind of strange that keeps happening' but then it would be played off as a joke and I'd go 'oh yes of course, silly me! Gay people only exist as the punchline! Sherlock and John would NEVER be interested in each other that way. I can't believe anyone would ever think that haha.'

Flash forward to 2017. I'm 17 years old. I've kissed other women by now and have had my brain chemistry rewritten by copious amounts of slash fanfiction. Still young, but wiser to the ways of the world than I once was. The last time I watched Sherlock, I had been 14 years old. Sherlock season 4 airs. I watch it with my mom. It's so bad my brain immediately initiates a trauma response and wipes all memory of Sherlock away. This continues for years. The only times I remember Sherlock exists is whenever I joyfully watch hbomerguy's Sherlock Is Garbage video while I'm knitting or painting or something. Also whenever I have to type in a password for an account I made when I was 13 - because my go-to password was 'SHERLOCKED' back then, unfortunately.

Flash forward to now. I'm 24 years old. And I start seeing your posts about Sherlock. Like a sleeper agent, it awakens something in me. Yesterday, I spent a perfectly good Saturday - one I could have spent doing literally anything else - reading Johnlock fanfiction. I am suddenly re experiencing the show through new eyes, seeing all the queerbait I never did before. Getting hate-crimed on the daily. I'm thinking about Sherlock at work, at my adult fucking job. I'm watching scenes from the show on youtube in my office, quickly and guiltily clicking away whenever a coworker comes to chat. I am considering doing my own rewatch. I am realizing for the first time that John and Sherlock were literally in love. It's the only lens through which you can view the show and still have it be somewhat enjoyable. They literally put Mary in a wedding dress shooting Sherlock in his mind palace on TV. I feel like I'm having a religious experience, I feel like I'm insane, I feel like I'm 13 again. This is all vaguely November 5th-ish for me lol.

Anyway. I just thought you should know the impact your rewatch is having on the population. Sorry for the novel in your inbox. I've been desperately trying to find my old Sherlock x Molly fanfic to read for the lols but I think I deleted it off ffnet. I am both having the time of my life while also desperately hoping I forget Sherlock ever existed again soon. So, basically - thank you/curse you for this.

This is perhaps the best ask I’ve ever received?? I converted a sherlolly shipper in the year 2023? Listen I’d never wish a season 4 rewatch on anyone but I would highly recommend watching s1-2 and the wedding episode for a truly out of body experience. I felt more strongly about this show/ship than any other in my life and it was STILL worse than I remembered